Frankengeld Pt 35

Previously in Frankengeld. The cure for the wolfwere has been created, and the Elixir of pleasure rests waiting its test. But the Priapus Potion must be delivered to the Lord who commissioned it, and tested. Una has offered her body to Lord Mutunus for the test and is now impaled on his monstrously long and fat phallus. And a woman has grasped Damion about his waist.

Now read on...

"Mistress Gorgona," said Mutunus. "He is my doctor, and you will not harm him."

With the hissing of snakes in my ears and delicate female arms reaching around my chest I stood, stock still, hoping that Mutunus was truly Lord in this house.

One advantage of being taught the classical languages is that you inevitably learn the stories that go with the ancient Greek and Roman cultures. One in particular now came to mind. How the god Poseidon seduced one of the three Gorgon sisters, Medusa, in Athena's temple. Athena - having a soft spot for him - and annoyed at the blasphemy, cursed the three sisters instead of telling off Poseidon. Made them hideous, with serpents for hair, and the ability to petrify any who looked on them. Perseus, with a little help from the gods, killed Medusa. That left Stheno, the Strong One and Euryale, the Far-Roamer. The arms enfolding me did not look very strong, and Carlsbruck is quite a distance from Greece, so I judged I was about to become an item of garden statuary courtesy of Euryale.

Diplomacy was needed here. I spoke, in my best Greek, "I always felt it was unfair what Athena did to you and your sisters."

There was a hiss behind me, as if I had agitated a nest of snakes. I pressed on, hoping that Lord Mutunus' instruction would save me.

"Euryale," I said. "Medusa was the victim in the tale as I heard it. She was the seduced, not the seducer. Athena had no right to curse her. And even less right to extend the curse to you and your sister, whose only crime was to support your sibling."

As Mutunus lifted Una off his phallus and threw her face down over his throne, ramming his monstrous member deep into her again and again, I found myself being turned around to face Euryale. Here I go, I thought, I'm about to become a permanent exhibit in this castle. I just hope they let Una go when Mutunus has finished copulating with her, if she survives the experience.

I squeezed my eyes tight shut, but I couldn't stop my ears which were filled with the soft hissing of snakes, and the louder screams of my assistant having her guts rearranged. I was now facing Euryale and her breasts were pressed up against my chest, ordinarily a nice sensation that presaged wonderful events. She ran her fingers over my face, the way a blind person might read a stranger's face. Ironic, since I was the one trying desperately to be blind. Then she tilted my head down and whispered in my ear.

"I will not harm you," she said, in Greek. "You may open your eyes in safety."

Her voice was gentle and, dare I say, passionate. I was overcome with the desire to look on an immortal. Foolish I know, but I had always been easily swayed by a woman's voice.

I opened my eyes slowly and carefully. I was looking down her voluptuous body. She was wearing a robe of finest linen, so sheer that it was almost see-through. Two magnificent breasts, a rounded stomach, narrow waist and broad hips led to beautifully rounded thighs and a dark mass of hair on her sex. Two delicate fingers under my chin lifted my head.

She was beautiful, if you ignored the snakes and the strange goggles over her eyes. The rest of her face was finely proportioned with high cheekbones, a slim, aquiline, nose and full red lips. The goggles were designed to fit flush to the face, with no side gaps, and the glass was black instead of clear. And, presumably, they were the reason that I wasn't now a garden statue. The snakes were slender and their tiny heads were all looking at me, but they were swaying gently and did not look as if they were about to bite.

Studying the goggles pushed back the fear, a little, as I examined them. Masterpieces of the craftsman's art, they implied that Euryale had met and interacted with someone in a very ordinary way. Like Helena and I with Hans the glassblower. Were these things the work of Hephaestus, smith to the Greek gods? Or was it some more mundane person who had crafted them? In much the same way I had brewed the cure for Lord Mutunus.

I could tell Euryale was studying me from the angle and movements of her head. Then she spoke. "I see some fear, but that is usual," she smiled. "But I also see desire, which is very rare."

She grasped my hands and walked backwards to some double doors leading from the throne room. Deftly using her backside to open them she pulled me, her helpless slave, into a side chamber. Here there was a large and luxurious bed.

"Fucking good idea!" shouted Mutunus. "We'll join you, Mistress Gorgona, I'm just getting into my stride with this one. And that's not something I was expecting to say today!"

Euryale continued to pull me and soon she had her back to the bed. She released my hands and then the shoulder clips of her dress. It slithered to the floor to pool at her feet. Then her delicate fingers were undressing me. I made no resistance, not wanting to anger this deadly creature. It would be all too easy for her to remove the goggles.

Mutunus threw Una onto the bed. She fell like a child's rag doll and lay groaning. Her mouth was slack and her tongue lolled out. Drool dripped onto the sheets. Her pudenda was red and her vagina gaped slightly open, her pubic hair was splattered with her vaginal juices that had been lathered into a cream-like substance. I had never seen a woman so thoroughly ravished before, and only read about it once.

In earlier times the city of Venice was happy to have courtesans openly ply their trade, the rich young noblemen taking advantage of their charms. But some men became very possessive of a particular lady of the streets and woe betide her if she betrayed him with a rival. Her punishment was called the Trentuno. Thirty-one men of low status would be recruited by the nobleman who then orchestrated her gang rape. Not only was this a physical and emotional ordeal, but it destroyed forever her status as a courtesan exclusively for the noble classes. In the description I had read of one such poor victim she looked very much like Una looked now.

"Are you alright, Una?" I asked.

She muttered something and I crawled onto the bed so as to be able to hear more clearly. Euryale hung onto my trousers and, as I crawled, they were removed. Then the gorgon pursued me onto the bed and rolled me onto my back.

"Yuss maaaster," groaned Una. "Ay amm well." Then she gained a little strength and waved her arms at Mutunus who was approaching with his phallus stuck out like a lance. It was like a battle in elder times, the ugly knight about to joust, except that his target seemed anxious to be pierced. He clambered onto the bed in an ungainly manner and presented his weapon. Una grabbed at the head and steered it towards her gaping vagina, muttering, "Oh fuuuk mee, tayke me, I waan't mooore."

Euryale grasped my thighs and licked my penis. Her snakes touched my skin and it tingled to their touch, most unexpected. Then she opened her mouth and I could see pearly white teeth for a moment before she swallowed my member. The sensation was incredible. Next to me Una was being impaled again. She threw her head back, gasped, and her hand, which was resting on my upper arm, gripped me hard. She took short, sharp, breaths as Mutunus pushed and then she was moaning continuously as he started to thrust.

Euryale had brought my member to full erection. It stood as stiff as I had ever experienced. Despite this I was concerned for Una's safety. If my calculations were correct on the positions of the organs of her body, in relation to the length of his phallus, then Mutunus, if he simply pushed and did not stop, would tear through her womb, through her bowels, push past her liver, through her diaphragm, and be able to rest the tip next to her beating heart. Of course by then it probably wouldn't be beating any more. I pushed my head off the pillow to glance down Una's body. Mutunus was crouched like a goblin at Una's feet, his hands gripping her calves, his hips gyrating forwards and back. But it was clear he was only using the part of his phallus that Una could take without injury.

Feeling better about Una's safety I dropped my head back, just in time to see Euryale release me, then crouch over my hips and lower herself onto my waiting penis. Engulfed by immortal flesh I came immediately and Euryale laughed out loud. But instead of losing my erection my member seemed to become harder, longer, and thicker in girth, and my testicles swelled.

"My gift," said Euryale. The last time I had reason to translate that word it was in a story about the Trojan Horse. There was a phrase in ancient times, 'beware Greeks bearing gifts'. Should I beware this gift? My doubts were washed away as she proceeded to pleasure me and, before long I was making sounds of pleasure to rival Una.

Euryale would not let me move but rode me and I was in too much ecstasy to argue. She varied the angle, sometimes leaning backwards to put her hands onto my ankles and thrusting her hips up and down. And sometimes she leaned forward so that her breasts rubbed against my chest. She even turned round once so that I watched her buttocks rising and falling and could clearly see myself penetrating her. But I remained in my place, on my back, and under her control.

In contrast Una was regularly repositioned by Mutunus. On her side, on her back with her legs bent over her head, on her front, on her hands and knees, and with her backside up in the air while her head was pushed into the bedsheets. She screamed and I moaned, then I screamed and she moaned, we were a chorus of erotic sounds. Every time Mutunus jetted his seed into Una she had a climax, pounding her little fists on the bed. And every time I released my seed into Euryale I screamed, sobbed, and grasped at the bedclothes with my fingers. I was convinced that I could not keep going with this mythical lovemaking but she pressed on, somehow keeping me erect within her when I should have subsided.

I tried to will my phallus to become flaccid, something few men I believe have ever wanted to do. For we all wish to stay hard and continue the pleasuring. But I was suffering a combination of pain and ecstasy unique in my life. My phallus was increasingly sensitive to every ripple of flesh in Euryale's vagina and I moaned with each movement. And, each time I ejaculated, my testicles pumped seed that should not have been there. They should have been empty but they jerked and twitched and produced more and I screamed at the top of my voice with the sensation.

It might have been an hour, it might have been two. It was hard to tell for their were no timepieces in the Schloss. With Helena and my other lovers sex was something that was energetic for perhaps ten minutes, and then restful for maybe twenty. And that sometimes a second or third pleasuring followed. to be crowned by sleep. This was continuous. Two immortal creatures had shown Una and I how far distant the human race was from the ancient gods.

Eventually they stopped, leaving me wondering if Euryale was going to be pregnant and give birth to a little gorgonette. And even worse, would Una give birth to a misshapen child of Mutunus? Euryale lifted herself off me and silently moved away into the house without saying a word. She had not even btothered to dress but walked naked, like a pale ghost. I lay, quivering, wondering if the whole thing had been a strange dream or hallucination.

And Mutunus, with a final grunt of satisfaction, pulled out of Una leaving her vagina gaping wide. She lay exhausted, covered with sweat and sperm, with her legs spread and her quim a cavernous hole. I could have done an examination of her womb without any instruments. I could have put my fist into her without it touching the sides. A child could have passed down the channel without any effort from Una. Scientifically, it was fascinating to see every ripple of her vaginal wall, illuminated by the lamps, all the way to her cervix, but, as a friend, I feared for her. Would she ever recover from the way she had been used? Was she crippled for life?

Mutunus saw my concern and smiled. He placed his hand on her abdomen. There was a golden glow which suffused her lower body. I watched as her stretched vagina magically recovered from its pummelling, the entrance closing until all was normal again. Her quim returning to the beautiful, delicate, flower it was before.

"My gift," he said to Una. "For being the first... fucking... fuck of a... fucking whore... I have ever had." He was clearly having difficulty controlling his curse that made him swear. "I... fucking... promise that your... sodding cunt... will never grow slack, even from being... fucking... stretched by me!"

He left us to dress, which we did slowly and carefully, as if we would break. Una pointed out that my penis was larger than it had been when she last saw it. I had gained in both length and girth and she gently stroked her master's new enlarged genitals. My testicles similarly seemed to have grown, though I was loathe for her to touch them for I was very sensitive in that area. I wondered what to say to Helena. Would she still hold me in regard with me sporting this Greek gift?

And it wasn't the only gift I was given. When we returned to the throne room Mutunus was sat there, draped in his robe, with a dagger across his knee. It looked very old.

"Doctor," he growled. "I am grateful for your work. You have achieved what magicians and alchemists have failed to do for many centuries."

I bowed.

He held up the dagger, "This is your reward, for I see a time in your future when you will need to defend yourself against a deadly foe. Keep it well for it comes from the forge of Hephaestus."

I took the dagger from him. It was not large but had a satisfying heft to it, and it almost seemed alive in my hand, as if it was ready to strike down evil.

"Euryale," continued Mutunus. "Sends you her thanks. I believe she has already given you a gift. You'll be known as... fucking... horse-cock amongst the women of Carlsbruck." And he gave the most lascivious grin I had ever seen on anybody's face.

A satyr was summoned, to be frank I can't now remember which one, and Una and I were soon back on the cart and on our way home.

When we returned to number 34 we found Helena and Anya sat in the kitchen. Helena looked up as we came in and grinned.

"I'd forgotten that Lord Mutunus needed his medicine," she laughed. "Or I might have forgone my trip to Freida's to assist you."

"Una was an excellent assistant," I said, glancing sideways at her. She was gently swaying, no doubt exhausted by her experience.

"The lass can barely stand," noted Anya, sharp eyed as usual. "I would hazard it worked then."

"Oh yes, it worked," said Una in a pale voice, a shadow of her usually strong tones. "I'm going to wash and go straight to bed. If nobody objects."

Nobody did and she climbed the stairs, slowly and carefully. I watched her go, then sat down and the evening passed in pleasant conversation. Then I showed them my gift. The dagger, not the one in my trousers.

Anya put her hand near it. "That's old," she declared. "From a time before the Romans."

Helena picked it up and then quickly put it down again. "Oh," she cried. "I'm sure it moved, and it felt very strange."

My first thought was a worry that she might say the same about my other Greek gift. If that was the case then what Euryale had given as a boon would prove to be a curse. Of all the women I knew in Carlsbruck it was Helena whom, I hoped, would appreciate my good fortune. If she declared it very strange, and would not touch it, I didn't know what I would do. Perhaps I should approach the subject slowly and carefully, with hints and such like.

She looked hard at the dagger, as if it might bite, and continued, "It is alive. But you should wear it when we go into danger. If Lord Mutunus has given it to you then perhaps it is powerful enough to deal with your father."

"I hope so," I agreed. "I would rather not fight him, but if I had to then it would be a comfort to have this in my hand."

I was now feeling very tired but I felt very nervous about retiring. I bade them a good night and stood up.

"I'll come with you," grinned Helena. "I could do with an early night too, dear Damion."

The sparkle in her eyes told me she did not have sleep on her mind. This is what I dreaded though, to be frank, I had no idea how exactly I was going to approach this problem slowly and carefully. Sending her away to sleep alone in the guest room would have been cruel and I was not prepared to be the harsh master of the house. I would have to take the chance that she still would have regard for me even though I was a changed man.

I put my hand in hers and we climbed the stairs to our bedroom. As she disrobed and studied her wardrobe, perhaps mentally selecting her dress for tomorrow, I undressed quickly and slipped between the sheets.

Helena selected a nightdress but then put it back muttering, "Oh what's the point. It'll be off in a minute."

She flung back the sheets, catching me by surprise, and then put her hand over her mouth in shock.

"Damion," her voice was a little muffled. "What has happened?"

"I'm so sorry..." I started to say.

Helena interrupted me, "You've not been experimenting on yourself, have you?"

"It's a long story," I said, quietly.

"Then you'd best get on and tell it," she said. She slid into bed beside me, pulled the sheets back over us, gave me a cuddle and lay, listening.

So I explained. How, while Una was helping Lord Mutunus to test the potion, I was accosted by Euryale and forced to pleasure her. And that this demi-goddess gorgon had given me a gift. I told Helena that I suspected she gave it to me to increase her own pleasure, but that I dare not reject her offer. I had no desire to spend eternity as the most well endowed of Greek statuary.

Helena was the perfect listener, staying quiet a lot, asking questions at the right moments, making encouraging noises. And, at the end, she gave me the biggest hug that she'd given me for a long time. Then she rested her hand on my chest and said, "Let's have a proper look at it then. I only got a glimpse before."

I allowed her to pull back the sheets. Lying on my back with my member flaccid, and looking down my body, it didn't seem quite as big as it had when Una commented on its size. Perhaps something to do with the angle of view.

Helena took a good look and didn't turn away. Then she took hold and stroked it. Her fingers had always had a very positive effect on my member and tonight was no exception. It obediently rose and she gasped as it exceeded its normal dimensions. Then her lips were worshipping it. I discovered this was a ruse to release her hand so that she could finger her quim. She was making herself ready.

"Come on Damion," she breathed in my ear, the passion evident. "Let me feel your newness."

She lay back and I covered her, then gently thrust in.

"Oooofh!" said Helena. "That feels lovely, Damion. Keep going."

She clung to me and I thought this might turn out alright. I gave an experimental movement. A little withdrawal and a little thrust further in.

"Oh... oh yes... Damion you make me feel very full... It's very... Nice!!"

Her last word was higher pitched than the rest as I made another thrust, this time a little more energetic. Helena looked straight in my eyes and said, "Euryale has truly given you a lovely gift, Damion. I know you were worried..."

I started to protest.