Chapter 1
Kassandra had been having an exceptionally fine dream, one where she was far away from Markos and his requests. However, it had also been a ridiculously hot and humid night. She woke up sometime in the night and checked outside to see the moon was still high in the sky. She'd gone to bed in her usual outfit consisting of a gray dress and white undergarments with gold trim. Kassandra wanted to get a new set of each. The dress was from years ago, now threadbare, and barely enough to cover well toned, if a bit small ass. Her undergarments had the same issues.
The sweat rolling down her olive skin had her clothes sticking like a second skin. Even her brown braid felt bogged down by the summer heat. It was a long shot, but maybe the roof would offer some semblance of a cool breeze. So up Kassandra went, climbing the ladder and laying spread-eagle on a matt.
"Argh...still too fucking hot."
Kassandra sat up and looked around, though obviously no one was around. Standing up, she quickly peeled off her dress, pulling it past her solid abs and past her breasts that lightly bounced as they fell down. She kept her undergarments on, but otherwise now stood half naked on her roof. Laying back down, the misthios felt much more comfortable.
It was an easier time sleeping. When she awoke, it was to the shouting of men. Even with her eyes closed she could feel them roll over in disbelief. Pushing herself up, she went to the edge of her roof and saw two of Cyclops' men standing down in her yard.
"Where are you misthios?"
Kassandra shook her head and said, "Malaka..."
Wanting to get this over with and knowing it wouldn't be much of a fight, Kassandra hopped down to meet the two thugs. Their eyes met hers, then immediately went down to her tits. She rolled her eyes even harder and folded her arms in front of her chest.
"What is it now?" Kassandra snapped.
One of the thugs finally looked up and said, "We bring a message from the Cyclops."
"And that message is?"
"It's this!"
The one man not ogling her body suddenly held up a medallion with the visage of Aphrodite on it. It was a bit rusty and apparently supposed to do something. The thug looked at Kassandra, then the medallion, then back at Kassandra, then he shook it a little. Kassandra didn't know whether or not to laugh or feel pity. But actually she began to feel a little sleepy. Her eyes closed bit by bit until she fell asleep standing up.
***
Attikos waited for the end to come. Only it didn't. He opened his eyes slightly and saw the terrifying woman stood there, arms now down at her side. He waited a bit longer, but it seemed the misthios had actually been put into a trance. He felt a smile play across his cracked lips. All the possibilities flooded his mind, from fucking her tits, anal, dumping so many loads into her tight pussy. His dick began to harden as he reached for those delectable breasts.
Suddenly Sebastianos grabbed his hand. "What are you doing fool!?"
"Grabbing her tits, the things you kept staring at while she was about to shove that spear of hers up our asses."
"You can't do that though. Do you not know how hypnosis and mindbreaking works?"
"What?"
"Bah! Simple minded fool. You may be the better fighter and educated one out of us, but I'm the one well versed in all things perverse."
Attikos stared long and hard at the twisted man before him. However, he had to admit he didn't know a thing about what was going on. Even just a slim chance of the misthios waking up was enough to kill his boner. So, with great reluctance, he handed over the medallion and stepped aside. Sebastianos gently rubbed the piece of metal and held it up to the woman's face. He took a deep breath as if preparing for the ultimate command.
"Stick out your tongue!"
"What the fuck are you doing you malaka eating--"
And then before his eyes, the greatest warrior in Kephalonia known as Kassandra, stuck out her tongue like a bitch in heat. There she stood, tits out, mouth open, just begging to be fucked so hard Zeus himself would be jealous. Attikos took a step forward, but Sebastianos put his arm out. He wanted to do something, anything to take care of his raging erection, but so far his perverted partner had yet to steer him wrong.
Sebastianos grinned like a man just finished a satisfying meal. "And now we give her one suggestion before snapping her out of the trance."
"Great. Listen here you slut--"
"Shut up!" Kassandra had stirred ever so slightly. "The suggestion has to be something small, something that also goes in line with her normal way of thinking."
Attikos threw his hands up in defeat. "Fine, fine, you're the expert here apparently."
There were a few seconds of silence before Sebastianos said, "When you wake up, you'll realize there's no point in hiding your tits from lowly scum like us. You'll let any lowlife look at your naked chest because such pitiful men deserve at least that before you end them."
***
Kassandra heard a finger snap. She looked around for a brief moment feeling like she'd missed some important. But no, the two thugs were still there, looking properly pitiful. Feeling generous, she put her hands on her hips so they could get a good look at what they'd never have. The weaker one's eyes seemed glazed over as he stared at her nude body. The other one was slowly backing away.
"Well, what was the message the Cyclops wanted to tell me?"
"J-just that you better watch your back."
