Circes Island 1

Hi readers, because I can't incorporate everything into the tags and title, here's a little content warning.

This story is based around femdom, and includes non-con, humiliation, enslavement, verbal abuse, etc.

Expect:

A ruthless, ancient goddess who views men as slaves.

A naive virgin introduced to a world where women rule with an iron fist.

If you're looking for gentle femdom or mutual power exchange, this isn't it. Circe doesn't negotiate--she owns.

However, if you're up for a story where men aren't valued as people, this is the story for you.

As a final disclaimer, this story includes no "actual" sex. In simple terms, a cock is never inserted in a pussy. However, lots of other... things, take place.

If this story is received well, I've got ideas for a continuation where things get turned up another notch. You can definitely expect some real sex if that ends up happening.

Finally, I hope you enjoy :)

Let me know in the comments if you'd like a part 2.

Lounging had become a habit of mine.

Well. I say become, but truthfully, I'd been doing it for centuries. It wasn't exactly a new thing.

Not that I got to do it often. A shame, really. My favorite chair, a glass of something rich and red, and of course--a few pigs to keep me entertained.

I say pigs.

Truthfully, I mean men.

My, my. I really do need to stop lying.

Today's a little different.

I'm out front, suntanning at the entrance to my island. Usually, I'd be closer to the real action, but today? I felt like a change.

And yes, you heard me right. My island. When you've been alive for thousands of years, you tend to have a little money to throw around.

I've been building it up since the 1400s--humble beginnings, really. Now? I believe for the last few decades I've called it "Circa Bella: Couple's Retreat". A paradise. A place for romance, the rekindling of lost love, some bullshit like that.

Or, for the less sentimental: it's advertised as the best sports bars, gambling, and strip clubs in the Mediterranean.

Of course, none of that is true.

Only the third lie in the last few minutes? I'm doing well.

It's all just a front. A steady stream of pigs--sorry, men--and the occasional woman, funneled straight to my doorstep.

If you haven't already guessed, I'm Circe. The one and only.

You better have heard of me.

No? Never read a little tale called The Odyssey?

Sucks for you.

Not that it matters--most of the crap in that book is fake news.

Sure, I met Odysseus. Sure, I turned his crew into pigs. But no, I didn't fuck him. And I certainly didn't have his children.

It's a shame I let him live.

All those bullshit things he made up about me--well.

Let's just say I haven't let a single man slip through my fingers like that since.

Anyways, let me get on with my story.

Like I've already said, I was lounging in the sun near the entrance to my fake resort. I believe I'd just finished my second bottle of wine--just enough to leave me pleasantly tingly--when I saw her.

Golden hair streaming behind her, she skipped--actually skipped--across the beach.

A baby-blue sundress twirling with her every move, something far too modest for my taste. Big, wide blue eyes drinking in the scenery as if she'd never seen anything like it before.

And that body... oh, she had a body. Even under all that unfortunate fabric, I could tell.

But why was she here? Alone?

She didn't even seem to have a destination. She was just skipping across the sand, occasionally stopping to pick up a shell, a rock, anything that caught her eye. Like a child collecting treasures.

Then, at one point, she just plopped herself down, legs sticking straight out in front of her.

And started inspecting a piece of driftwood.

It remarkably resembled a toddler discovering the concept of sitting quite well.

I actually laughed.

I finally stood, debating whether to approach this intriguing girl or beat the absolute daylights out of a slave for not bringing me more wine yet.

I chose the former.

Adjusting my bikini, I stretched out the lingering haze of lounging induced sleepiness, then strode in her direction, my bare feet sinking into the pristine white sand.

She didn't notice me. Not at first.

Still seated, legs now crossed, she gazed dreamily at the waves crashing forward, the ocean reflected in those infuriatingly wide, innocent eyes.

I got within ten feet before she finally registered my presence.

She turned quickly, greeting me with a wide, innocently sweet smile.

"Hi!" she chirped, thrusting out a hand for me to shake.

Gods. I almost wanted to crush it.

Instead, I smiled back, took her delicate, soft hand, and gave it a quick shake.

"Hello, darling," I purred. "Are you lost?"

"No, I don't think I'm lost! Well--maybe a little?" she giggled. "I took a ferry because I wanted to see the island, and it was free, so I sort of just got on. Since I didn't pay anything I just assumed the resort wouldn't let me in."

She spoke in a rush, words tumbling from her lips faster than she could breathe to catch up.

I tilted my head, surprised. "You took a ferry. Alone."

"Mmhmm!" She nodded enthusiastically. "Like I said, it was free, which I thought was so nice! I just wanted to see the ocean up so close. I've never been on a boat before, and then I saw this island, and I figured, well, there lots of other people going there, so I thought--'Hey, why not?'"

Fuck.

I almost laughed.

The people--men, mostly--who came here never did so by accident. They were tempted, lured, pulled in by the mirage of the playground I'd designed just for them.

They came seeking indulgence. Money. Girls dancing in skimpy costumes.

They didn't stumble in.

And the women?

They came hand in hand with their partners, clinging to their lovers, blissfully unaware of what they were about to become.

No one ever came by accident.

Until now.

"What's your name?" I asked, studying the smooth, creamy whiteness of her skin--unblemished, untouched.

"I'm Hailey!" she chirped, voice bright as sunlight. "What's yours?"

I smiled. "Nice to meet you, Hailey. I'm Circe, but please--call me Ms. or Mistress C." My tone was velvet-soft, silk wrapped around steel.

I smirked inwardly, watching for a flicker of hesitation. A pause. A reaction.

Nothing.

She just grinned wider, perfectly straight, sickeningly perfect white teeth gleaming in the sun.

"You bet, Ms. C!" she beamed, unbothered, unshaken. "Circe is an interesting name! I don't think I've ever heard that before!"

I almost wanted to put her out of her misery right then and there. If a man acted like this clueless? I'd have that little fucker on his knees choking on my clit, before twisting his pathetic little body into something he wouldn't even recognize.

Things this sweet, innocent thing wouldn't even begin to comprehend.

Instead, I let my smile widen.

"It's not a very popular name anymore, is it?" I purred. "Only one important woman has ever been called Circe before, I believe."

She just nodded, eyes wide, trusting--waiting for me to explain.

I didn't. That would rather defeat the purpose, wouldn't it? You can't just go around telling people you're a thousands-year-old goddess the moment you meet them.

That tends to scare them off.

"How old are you Hailey?" I asked, letting a warm motherly tone inhabit my voice. "This isn't exactly the place for someone of your... aptitude."

"I just turned eighteen a month ago!" she chirped. "Coming to the beach was kind of my late birthday present. To myself, of course."

Her voice faltered. Just for a second.

"My parents didn't care at all," she added, quieter, before quickly brightening again.

"And sorry, I don't know what aptitude means! Should I leave now?"

Eighteen, hmm?

Maybe she wouldn't be so out of place after all.

Besides... gods, the thought of teaching her what she'd actually walked into sent a thrill down my spine.

"Oh, don't worry about that, darling." I soothed. "You're more than welcome to stay. Why don't we head up to the resort? Have a drink? It's awfully warm out here."

I smiled, thick with syrupy kindness. I had nothing against women, truly. I loved them. But something about this girl, so innocent and bubbly, it pissed me off.

"Well, I--if it's not a problem, sure!" she stammered. "I am a little thirsty."

So eager to be polite. So unsure how to accept something freely given.

I gestured towards the grand entrance of the resort, and let her walk in front of me.

The entrance was more than a gate. More than a building. It was a masterpiece.

I had spent decades designing it, then centuries refining it. A structure of beauty and deception, crafted by my own hand, erected by the hands of my army of slaves.

And after all this time? It remained flawless.

It sealed off the front beach of the island from the rest, so anyone wishing to reach the fake amenities inside would all be funneled through it.

It gave me a perfect place to sort through the men who found themselves in my grasp and deal with them however I saw fit. It also wasn't just a gate, while that was it's functional purpose, it still had enough size to contain multiple rooms, lounges and dungeons.

All of this crossed my mind as we walked, but gods, it was hard to focus with that ass swaying in front of me. Unfortunately, that damn sundress still covered her from calf to neck, but I'd grown quite good at seeing what fabric hid.

I'd seen more asses in my lifetime than most could fathom. Hers? Nearly flawless.

Not entirely, of course. That honor remained solely with me--I had spent millennia perfecting myself into the very essence of female beauty.

But still. Not bad.

I could tell she was active--not in a gym, but in something else. Manual labor, perhaps? Farm work? Her body had been shaped by function, not vanity.

I stayed silent on our walk to the entrance, and I could tell it was killing her. She didn't say a word, but her walk had an extra pep to it, and she kept looking back to me, in question, or as if seeking approval.

We stepped through the archway of the gate, and the moment we did, her fate was sealed.

She didn't notice.

Of course not. No one ever noticed the magic I'd laced through it.

Hailey skipped ahead, exclaiming in awe as she looked around at the shiny marble floors, towering pillars, and smelled the sweet scent of flowers wafting through the air. I'd worked hard on making the first impression a good one. I mean, it had to pass at first glance as both a couple's retreat and also a hub for men's addictions.

To her, it was just a resort. A shining paradise.

To me, it was my home.

My left eye twitched as she spun around, breasts jiggling loosely under her dress.

No bra. Interesting.

"So..." I purred, still staying behind her, "Tell me about yourself, darling. Where'd you come from?"

She turned, looking over at me with those wide, trusting eyes. Fuck, if I weren't so supremely in control of myself I might have shuddered at the purity of them.

This girl badly needed to see a man crawl on all fours lapping up his own cum from the floor, whimpering like a pathetic, broken thing he was. That would certainly make those sweet, naive eyes never look the same again.

"Oh! Well, anything specifically? There's not very much to tell," she said, swaying back and forth on her heels. "I grew up in a small town. Like super duper small. We had one grocery store, one church, one restaurant--I basically know everyone who lives there."

Small town girl? Fuck, she kept getting better.

"Also I was homeschooled," she continued, fidgeting with a loose strand of her hair. "My momma didn't really want me around the public school kids. She thought, um..." She faltered, then laughed lightly. "She thought I'd get corrupted."

I smiled.

"Did she?" I mused, stepping closer. "And have you?"

She blinked up at me.

"Have I... what?"

"Been corrupted, darling."

Her cheeks turned red. A lovely, fiery crimson flush.

"Oh! No, nah," she giggled nervously, acting like she was suspicious I was about to test her on it. "I mean, I've never even had a boyfriend. Or been on a date, actually."

...

Oh.

Oh, this was divine.

"You can't seriously be telling me," I whispered, stepping closer, "that you've never been kissed?"

She gave another bright, shy giggle. "Nope! Not even once!"

I shook my head in disbelief. This sexy little thing?

"So, I'm assuming," I said, narrowing my eyes, "that means you've also never been touched?"

Her brows rose in confusion.

"T-Touched?"

Fuck, the way she stammered and blushed, it was like she didn't even know what I was asking.

I leaned close, letting my lips brush a hair's width from her ear.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked quietly, letting my voice dip low.

She froze, her body becoming rigid, eyes widening in surprise.

"Ex- excuse me?" She stammered, the blush of before coming back in full force. "I don't know what you mean."

This had gone on long enough. There was no need for me to go easy with her now, she'd already stepped through the gate.

"Fucked Hailey. Have you ever been fucked? Cock in your pussy? Yes or no." I said firmly, wasting no time bothering to pander to her confusion.

"Ms. C!" She squealed, covering her mouth in awe at my words.

It occurred to me then that she may not have even been accustomed to swearing. Such a precious thing.

"Well? I haven't got all day, darling. Virgin or not--it's a simple question." I drawled, crossing my arms across my chest.

"I-- well yes! I'm not married!" She spluttered, biting her lip and taking on a look of nervous apprehension. "Look Ms. C, I really should be going. I'm sorry for wasting your time."

I smirked at her sudden change in mood, her fight or flight kicking in as she was introduced to an attitude she wasn't at all accustomed to.

"Oh, darling," I cooed, shaking my head. "What about that drink? It's a long ferry ride back, I bet you'll probably die of thirst before you get home!"

Her hands twitched at her sides, her breath coming more rapidly.

I could tell how hard she was trying to be polite. So sweet. So good.

"N-no, it's okay, Ms. C," she stammered, forcing a bright, fragile little smile. "Thank you, though! I really should be going."

And with that, she turned on her heel--and walked.

Actually walked away from me.

I rolled my eyes.

Sweet thing really thought she had the option.

With an exasperated hum, I reached out and snatched her wrist, my grip firm and unforgiving.

She froze.

A small gasp escaped her trembling lips. She slowly twisted back toward me, her wide, nervous blue eyes locking onto mine.

"M-Ms. C?"

Gods, that stammer.

I squeezed her wrist, just enough to give her a taste, enough to show her that she was tiny compared to me.

"Shhh," I whispered, sliding my thumb lightly against her pulse. "Darling."

She swallowed.

"You're being rude."

Her breath hitched.

"I--I didn't mean--"

"Leaving when I've been so generous? After I invited you in? That's not very grateful of you, now is it?"

Her lips parted, struggling to find the right response--to balance her polite little upbringing with the rising instinct screaming at her that something wasn't quite right.

Too fucking late, sweetheart.

I let out a soft chuckle and gently pulled her closer, guiding her like a child lost at disneyland.

"Come now, Hailey," I murmured. "Just one drink. Then you can go. I promise."

There I go, lying again. I should really kick that habit.

...

Who am I kidding? Everyone knows that will never happen.

She swallowed again.

"O-okay," she finally whispered.

I smiled, threading our fingers together like we were old friends.

"Good girl."

And with that, I led her deeper inside.

Her soft little hand trembled ever so slightly in mine--uncertainty rolling off her in waves.

We stepped into one of the adjoining lounges, a space I'd spend a lot of time with couples who'd just shown up. Surprisingly, where one of my favourite Sirens was lounging, sprawled lazily across a low couch.

Clara.

Of all the women I had taken under my wing, she had been one of the quickest to understand me, and to embrace her new reality. She was a girlfriend, once. A queen, now.

She had to be at least two-hundred and fifty now, one of the many positive side effects the women indulged in, in living with me with a sorceress.

Or goddess, depending on who you were.

The Sirens were what remained of the wives who had arrived with their husbands--women who had been empowered, sharpened, reformed.

The men?

Their husbands?

Nothing but drones now. Slaves, mindless and broken beneath their wives' heels.

Clara started out of her slump at the sound of our footsteps.

She arched a brow, curiosity flashing across her face before she pushed herself upright, brushing a hand through her thick, tousled hair.

"Oh! Mistress C!" she exclaimed, blinking at my unexpected entrance. "I thought you were still outside." She glanced toward Hailey, and I could tell she was assessing her in that quiet, observant way the Sirens had learned from me. Then, smoothly, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

I smiled.

"Actually, yes there is," I purred, brushing a stray curl from Hailey's cheek. "Could you be a dear and fetch us something cold and refreshing?"

Hailey flinched at the light touch.

Clara grinned.

"Of course, Mistress," she said smoothly, "I'll bring you something special."

With that, she swept out of the room, leaving me alone with my newest potential Siren.

Sorry, scratch that. Not potential, no, there was nothing uncertain about this.

Hailey shifted beside me, her hands fidgeting at her sides.

"She... seemed nice," Hailey murmured hesitantly. "Who was she?"

"That was Clara," I hummed, sinking gracefully into one of the oversized couches.

"She's a... friend of mine. Helps me with things around the resort."

"Oh... I see." Hailey mumbled, shifting her weight from heel to heel, her gaze flitting curiously around the room.

Fuck, the dress was starting to grow on me.

I still maintained that it covered too much--was a hint of cleavage really too much to ask for?--but the way the light fabric shimmered around her with every tiny movement, the way it swayed against her soft thighs... it was almost hypnotic.

The thought of her dress made me suddenly aware of my own attire. Still a bikini.

Not that I had anything against bikinis of course--certainly my favorite invention of the 1940s--but they didn't exactly suit a moment like this. I closed my eyes, picturing something more appropriate, and with a lazy flick of my fingers, I felt a familiar warmth ripple over my skin.

In an instant, the bikini melted away, and in it's absence a cute little number burst into existence.

A deep green dress, sleek and fluid, hugging my body in all the right places. The hem flirted seven inches above my knees--just short enough to give someone a delicious glimpse if I so much as bent the wrong way. The neckline dipped scandalously low, the fabric sheer enough to tease, but not enough to give away the full show. Perfection.

When Hailey turned back to me, her wide blue eyes nearly doubled in size.

"Woah! How'd you change so fast? I didn't even see you leave the room!" she chirped, her earlier innocence and curiosity returning in full force.

I smirked, running a lazy hand through my long, hazel waves. "It's nothing to worry about, Hailey." My voice dripped with amusement. "I may teach you, but not right now. That will come later."

Her lips parted in disappointment. She looked as though she wanted to continue asking questions, but before she could speak--

I lifted a hand to signal for silence.