Julie: Stolen by the Gods (Slaves of Olympus Book 1)

by Alan Horn

  Slave of Olympus

  Prolog:

  Chapter 1: Taken

  Chapter 2: Humbled

  Chapter 3: Pleasured

  Chapter 4: Sight

  Chapter 5: Submission

  Chapter 6: Awareness

  Chapter 7: My Job

  Chapter 8 - Death in Selections

  Chapter 9: Gorsht

  Chapter 10: The Coffle

  Chapter 11: Musician

  Prolog:

  The Gods never wanted to be worshiped. That was so demeaning. Even if they were responsible for lifting the earthlings up to sapience. In many ways the uplift was like a village planting a garden in town. Community beautification. Also, they were a tad lonely. They had been the only sapient beings around for so long, they wanted company that wasn't a cousin. And now there were pests in the garden. They also never wanted to be pest exterminators. They could walk away but were loathe to desert their almost children. If they walked away the pests would likely destroy the earthlings.

  If they just continued defending the earthlings, they would never advance. A great congress of all the peoples convened and solutions debated. The solution finally agreed upon was partly scam and partly technology. The scam part originated with Loki, of course. He was the original out-of-the-box thinker.

  Loki invented a new God to replace them. A God of love and acceptance. One who didn't actually show up on Earth and hurl lightning. One who was never seen but demanded worship. All that was needed were true believers to spread the word. Jehovah was Loki's finest creation. Athena, Coyote, and several others helped make the final model. Of course the committee had a tough sell before the Congress agreed to try it.

  A heated debate resulted. Everyone agreed that the tried and true, tough love approach just wasn't working. It was clear thunderbolts and earthquakes were just too memorable. But hardly anyone believed a God based on namby-pamby tolerance and love would fly. No one else had a more reasonable approach, though, so a multi-year trial was approved. It worked.

  Jehovah was a smashing success. Soon no one on Earth except historians ever mentioned all the old pantheons. Now the former Gods and Goddesses could go back to being Thal and focus on minding their own gardens.

  The Congress accepted the technology part with hardly any debate. It was straight forward technology and didn't trample on anyone's beliefs. Vulcan's team devised a way to limit dimensional travel from the Drak homeline to Earth. Only one transport per per lunar cycle could occur.

  We call the Draks vampires. Now so seldom seen we regard them as myth. Shapeshifting, vicious, quick breeding, and dimensional travelers. Drak have no grasp of technology and are tribal nomads. Their threat lies in their rapid breeding rate and their interdimensional shifting ability. The Thal blocked the main dimensional paths so only a few Draks reach Earth now and are easy to deal with.

  Chapter 1: Taken

  Olympus

  Kratos spoke, "There is increased Drak activity on Earth. Far more than they should have been able to do. Either our control system has a flaw or they are receiving aid from someone with power. The penetrations could well have been the work of a single individual. I have dispatched an agent to Earth and another to the Drak homeline. They should report back tomorrow."

  Attas asked, "Kratos, how did the humans respond to the intrusions?"

  "Quite well. The Draks were identified as hostile intruders in less than twenty minutes. The Draks, as always, didn't bother with concealment but went on the attack instantly. They killed two humans before they were surrounded. The Draks were killed when they refused to surrender. They have been identified as mentally ill but that's all. Our agents managed to remove the bodies before they could be examined."

  "In any case, our long term strategy remains unchanged, but our execution must improve. Our production rate of uplift vectors is not enough. The humans now number almost seven billion. Staff thinks they will stabilize at about nine billion in another thirty years. Each vector can change a million or so individuals. We need to have about seven thousand vectors in place. We have three thousand in place and we are only putting them out at a little over two hundred per year. We must double our output in six months. Renthys, I'm putting you in charge of this project. Bring me a plan in three days."

  "Gentlemen, we have only filled half of the open slots this month. You need to speed up the intake process. Each of your men need to select one or two women. And for future's sake, please spread them out. Don't get them all from the same country again. All right, get busy."

  All the men stood up and vanished. All except Attas.

  "So, Attas, do you think Renthys can do it?"

  "If we keep the project's priority high, then everyone will cooperate. We can't let urgent matters out prioritize important ones. I'm just as guilty as anyone, but we have to be more disciplined. As I've said in the past, we should consider expanding our numbers. Its hard for a few million of us to improve 7 billion of them.

  "You know that would mean lowering our standards and training. I don't want to do that unless everything goes bad."

  "One idea that's never had much approval is to reinstate a few women . We could give them a few powers back and give them some easy tasks. Of course we would watch them closely, but they would try hard to show they are worthy."

  "No. Its far too soon for that. Besides who would you trust?"

  "Good point. Forget it."

  "Too right. So, have you found a woman to elevate?

  "Yes sir. Her name is Julie Henderson. She's an attorney in New York. Seems to be intelligent, hard working, and quite unhappy. She has no social life. Her mother is Alice Henderson, a widow. You knew her as Alcyone."

  ""Ah, yes, Alcyone was beautiful and intelligent. I remember our discussions well. How is she?"

  "She's doing well. She is teaching at a local college and has an active social life. She only had the one daughter and doesn't seem to want any permanent relationships."

  "We've seen this pattern many times. Do you think she would like to return?"

  "I believe so. But We would need her to tell us to be sure. You know they've gone both ways before."

  "True. Well bring in the daughter and see how she does. You can ask her about her mother later. There's no rush."

  New York City

  I had just gotten out of the cab when my cell phone rang. It was Margie, my paralegal. Again.

  I answered it, "Hi, Margie."

  "Ms. Henderson, Mr. Gautier called and asked if you were going to be late."

  "I'm at the restaurant now. I'll see him in 30 seconds. Bye."

  I was sorry I agreed to this meeting. The pressure from the big boss was too much, though. My life sucked. OK, career wise, I was doing great. Youngest partner at a prestigious Manhattan law firm. More money than I could spend. But, no home life, no man in my life. I hadn't been laid in almost a year. I hadn't seen my mother in almost two years and she only lived two hours away. No friends, just work acquaintances.

  I had been seeing a therapist for 2 years. They told me when I started law school that the average working lifetime of an attorney in the US was only ten years. I discounted that. I knew I had more grit than that. I had started looking for help in my seventh year. I was unhappy with my life. But it was all I knew. Also, I was accustomed to having a lot of money. Of course I got the money by giving up any time to spend any of it. I was caught in a vicious circle of greed. Maybe some time off would help.

  I mentally kicked myself one more time. I was always trying to stuff too many meetings into the day. And just before my sabbatical, too. I really shouldn't have scheduled this so late in the day. I h
ave to be at the airport by 7 and its already 4. If he's ready I can make it. I'm packed already. Here it is, I hope he's left his name with the hostess.

  I hurried into the foyer of the fancy French restaurant and turned to the hostess. "I'm meeting Mr. Gautier here, has he arrived yet?"

  "Yes, madam, he is in a private dining room. Ari will escort you to the room."

  Ari was a big man. He looked out of place in his tuxedo. I was in lust. He was gorgeous. I wanted him in me so bad. I felt my knees start to buckle. I put a hand on the hostess stand. She asked, "Are you all right madam?"

  He caught my eye and said, "Please follow me madam."

  Of course. I wanted him so bad. I felt my belly spasm. My pussy grew moist, no, wet. I hurried to follow him. I wanted to reach out and touch him. I drew as close to him as I dared. His scent was wonderful. So masculine and feral.

  The hostess watched Julie follow Ari. When Julie could not see her she reached under her stand and pressed a button.

  He led the way through the restaurant and into a hallway. I reached out toward him, but I couldn't do it. I drew my hand back to my throat. I fingered the top button on my blouse. I wanted him in me. He opened a door and held it for me to enter. I dropped my hand and ran it over his crotch as I passed him. I was shocked at my behavior. I was never so forward. I saw him smile out of the corner of my eye.

  It was a dark private dining room filled with a table. A man was sitting facing the door. He looked up as I entered. He was dark and handsome and stood up. My God. He was even more attractive than Ari. He said, "Thank you Ari. Thank you for coming Ms. Henderson." I heard the door close behind me. He came around the table and pulled out a chair for me. So close.

  "Sit down, Ms. Henderson." I melted into the chair, my insides molten and needy. I heard my purse hit the floor with a plop.

  I expected him to push my chair in, but instead he said, "Close your eyes, Ms. Henderson. I was startled by the intimate command. I opened my mouth to give a sharp rebuke, but I realized I had closed my eyes. I didn't do that. They closed by themselves. I tried to open them but nothing happened. I tried to stand but again, my muscles didn't move. Was this what lust did to woman? What was happening to me.

  "Sleep."

  Everything went black.

  Ari opened the door and looked at the man standing over Ms. Henderson. "Ready," he asked?

  "Yes."

  Aristaeus stepped into the room, closed the door. He picked up Ms. Henderson's purse and laid it on the table. He turned to Ms. Henderson and picked her up with one arm around her waist and said, "be right back." Then they were gone. The man pushed Ms. Henderson's chair back in, picked up the purse, and left the room.

  Olympus

  Aristaeus appeared in a small room already occupied by a gorgeous woman with blond hair. Aristaeus lay Ms. Henderson's sleeping body on a steel table. "Circe, this is Julie Henderson, 31 years old, attorney, New York, USA. American. She's a type 3 so set her up for the arrogance program." He took a small jewelry box from his coat pocket and lay it on the table beside the limp form, "Here is her ring."

  The woman he addressed was tall, naked, and a slave. Her wrists and ankles bore silver bracelets. Her ankles bore light shackles joined by a chain. She had a silver ring in her nose and a silver collar on her neck. Her collar had a large silver disc hanging on its front ring. The tag said "'I am Circe, Property of Hephaestus.'

  She said, "Yes sir. I will have her in the treatment room as soon as possible. Less than an hour. When will she wake up?"

  "A couple of hours after that. Have Cotys take care of her. She is good with arrogant females."

  "Yes sir."

  Aristaeus left the room. Circe stripped Julie's sleeping form and rolled her onto her back. She put her legs into the stirrups. She measured Julie and selected shackles to fit her. She took Julie's fingerprints, retina pattern, a DNA sample, and photos. She drew a blood sample and put it in a machine. Circe picked up a tablet with a wand attached to it by a thin cord. She looked at the tablet as she moved the wand over Julie's body. She spread her vagina and anus with a speculum and examined her. The table opened a drawer containing three auto-injection ampoules. There was a small green light on each of them. Circe picked one up, held it to Julie's upper arm until the light turned red. She replaced it in the drawer and repeated the process with the next two. The drawer closed.

  Circe went to the other end of the table, put a support under Julie's head, and strapped Julie's head down. She painted antiseptic in Julie's nose. Then slipped the ends of a piercing gun in Julie's nostrils and pierced her septum. She inserted a gold grommet in the hole and crimped it shut. The jewelry box yielded two halves of an inch and a half diameter, quarter inch thick gold ring. Circe shoved one half through the grommet in Julie's nose. She held the other half close to it and it flipped around and mated with its other half. Circe looked but could not see the join of the halves. She slipped a black hood on her head and laced it tight. The edges were metal reinforced and it fit like a glove. Only her nose and mouth showed through the hood.

  Circe then fit Julie with her restraints. Their design was like the nose ring. As soon as the two halves were close, they joined themselves into continuous circlets. Her wrists, ankles, and neck each wore a seamless gold band, far stronger than mere metal. Each adjusted its shape to exactly conform to the shape of the banded limb and neck. All the bands sported a staple on opposite sides suitable for attaching a lock or chain. All of the staples held a large gold ring identical to her nose ring. Circe took a twelve inch long chain and held one end against the gold ring on the inside of Julie's right anklet. The ring flowed around the last link and held it fast. The other end of the chain was similarly grasped by the ring on Julie's left anklet. Circe locked Julie's wrists together behind her. She whispered, "You're in for a surprise, Julie Henderson."

  The table had a short chain attached to it near Julie's head. Circe held the end of the chain against the ring on the back of Julie's collar. Julie was then chained to the table. Circe opened a door and pushed the table into a bright corridor. She pushed it for almost a half mile before stopping in front of a steel door. She held her right hand in front of a lens and the door opened. She pushed the table over to a wall. The room was nearly devoid of furniture. There was a wooden bar held up by a metal frame. Several chains hung through holes in the ceiling. There was another door that led to the washing room. A cabinet stood next to the washroom door.

  Three of the walls were covered with blank display screens. Circe pushed the table close to the blank wall and put her hand on the collar ring. The chain fell free and the ring sealed itself around Julie's collar staple. She picked up a stout chain from the floor and held it against the same ring on Julie's collar. The ring accepted the link and closed around it. The other end was attached to a heavy ring set in the middle of the blank wall. Then she released a catch under the table. She lifted one end of the table and slid Julie onto the floor. Circe left, taking the table with her and whistling a happy tune.

  2: Humbled

  I was laying on my back on something hard. It was black. My arms were asleep. I was laying on them. I rolled to my side but my arms wouldn't move. My mouth felt fuzzy and dry. My nose hurt. Had something hit me? I didn't remember anything like that. There was something laying on my upper lip. I tried to open my eyes but there was something around my head. I shook my head. The covering didn't move but I felt whatever was laying on my lip hit me hard on each side of my nose. I stuck my tongue out and felt a hard round object. I could move it with my tongue. I felt as far as could reach. It felt like a thick ring. It was heavy. I shook my head. I felt it swinging from my nose. Shit. I had huge ring in my nose. Some one had put a heavy ring in my nose. Who the fuck did they think they were. I'd sue them for this criminal act! I tried to move my right arm around in front to touch the ring. My arm wouldn't move. Was it caught on something? I held still and focused on my arms. They felt OK and free. The restriction was my wrists. There was somethi
ng snug around each wrist. And they were being held close together. I felt around with my fingers. I couldn't touch the fastening. My wrists were fastened together, but I couldn't feel a lock. Double shit. I wondered if I would ever be able to sue anyone again. Someone had great big cojones indeed to kidnap me and load me with chains. Were they right?

  I came awake in a panic. I sat up. I was naked. I was on a hard surface. It was cold and felt rough, like concrete. I could move my hands, but only a little. My wrists wore snug metal bands that were somehow joined. I felt them but found no joint or lock. I fought them but nothing changed. They were far stronger than I. I moved my feet in the dark. They were chained together too. I could feel snug bands around my ankles and the jingling of the chain as I moved.

  Panic threatened to engulf me as I realized how securely I was imprisoned. I opened my mouth and called out, "Is anyone here?" I felt a sharp pain in my nose when I opened my mouth. Why had they put ring in my nose. That smacked of punishment, humiliation. It was something you did to shame a girl when you intended to keep her. It wouldn't make anyone more likely to pay ransom.

  Silence. My head seemed to be wrapped in a tight covering. I smelled leather. It was tight on my head. I felt a snug band around my neck like those on my wrists. I waved my hands around and found a hanging chain. I pulled on it and felt a pull on my neck. Shit. I was collared. I pulled the other way and it jerked to a halt. I was tethered to something solid.

  I struggled onto my knees and followed my tether to its other end. It was fastened to a ring set about waist high on a concrete wall. I leaned on the wall and sat down. I considered my head. My mouth and nose were not covered. Everything else was wrapped in a tight mask or hood. My eyes were pressed shut, probably a pad over them. I licked my lips. My tongue and mouth were dry. Shit. I needed water.

  I tried to recall what happened. I was a partner at Gibbens and Crawford. I was going to meet a new client at a restaurant. He was referred by a senior partner at my firm, Mr. Crawford. He wanted to have me start working on a patent infringement suit. I remembered. He was polite but somehow I had lost all control over my body. It did whatever he ordered. I must have been drugged. But how. Maybe it was a gas.