Treatment

Lou Ellen's bed was a book nerd bat's paradise.

Walls surrounded the mattress on three sides, but there was enough room to fit ten demigods if they didn't mind squishing in. Thin windows ran all the way around with black drapes blocking the light, keeping it dark. A reading lamp was built into the wall, and at least five different thick books were scattered across the sheets, open to random pages. Clarisse tossed the owner onto the bed with enough force to make her yelp, then wasted no time in hucking every book down to the floor below.

"Nothing to get in our way," she said proudly.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked Lou Ellen.

I'd followed Clarisse, but that was as much to keep things from spiraling out of control as anything. Not everyone was as carefree about this stuff as the daughter of Ares.

"I don't know," Lou said. Her eyes were wide and nervous. "This is just… It's very fast."

"What is there to think about?" Clarisse asked. "You die if you don't bang, right? Just get it done with!"

"Still…"

"Fine." She turned to me. "If that's how she wants it, let's give her a show."

She tore off her shirt, and a second later her bra was loose in her hands. She tossed it at Lou Ellen. The size was so big, one cup covered Lou Ellen's head like a beanie.

The daughter of Hecate quickly yanked it off, then gasped. Her jaw fell open.

"Oh, wow…" she said, staring at the bruises coating Clarisse's breasts. Marks left by my fingers and teeth.

"Told you he fucked the shit out of me," Clarisse said. Her eyes were locked on my crotch, not straying. "Now. Clothes off, Lover Boy."

Was this right? Last time I was forced into it, but this was different. Clarisse wasn't about to drop dead, and Lou Ellen seemed like she was still deciding if she even wanted to be here. I came to the cabin for a checkup. The rest of this hadn't even been on my mind.

But… the curse wasn't gone. If my dick was the only thing keeping Clarisse alive, I was going to have to sleep with her again at some point. And Lou Ellen had already admitted she was a victim. She was holding it together, but what if things got worse fast? What if this was our only chance?

What would happen if we missed it?

Annabeth's face swam into focus in my mind. Her grim look. Do what you have to.

I pulled my shirt over my head, ignoring (for now) the way Lou Ellen audibly gulped at the sight. The rest of my clothes came next. Mental reservations didn't change a biological reactions. My cock made its debut erect and throbbing.

Like she was worried I'd get cold feet, Clarisse grabbed my clothes as soon as they were off and tossed them off the stairs to the cabin floor. Then she pushed me back so that I was sitting against the wall.

"What'd we learn last time about trying to take control?" I asked her.

"Quiet," she said. "You'll like this."

It took me all of three seconds to realize she wasn't lying.

Laying on her stomach, she positioned herself so that her head was even with my abs. Her hands came up, pressing her bulbous bruised breasts together— molding them around my cock. Only the tip peaked out, every thick inch encased completely.

She rocked up and down, her upper body undulating against my length. At the same time, her hands continued pressing on her breasts, jerking them at a different tempo. I groaned, my head lolling back. It felt like a warm ocean current was tugging me off.

Clarisse let a fat glob of saliva drip from her lips onto my swollen head, cool and moist. Her face dipped down. Her tongue stretched out, slipping in circles around my lower head.

Through the pleasure I cracked my eyes open for a look at Lou Ellen. What I saw almost made me choke.

She was backed up against the wall across the bed, biting down on her lower lip. Her legs were spread. All the way down around one ankle were her panties. The tantalizingly-short sundress was hiked up to above her knees. If it weren't so dark I could've seen everything— including the hand that had snaked its way down to her crotch.

Without a conscious thought my hands found the back of Clarisse's head at the sight, shoving down. Her lips engulfed my swollen tip, even as her hands continued to speed up, jerking her tits faster. Her tongue scraped the slit of my cock. I felt her teeth nick me. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to feel.

"Gods!" Lou Ellen was biting her lip so hard, I was sure she was going to break the skin. Her fingers worked away under her dress fast enough to make the bed creak beneath her.

I came, painting the inside of Clarisse's mouth with my seed— when she jerked up, more cum decorated those wonderful tits.

Clarisse didn't stop to clean up. Instead, she twisted and surged across the bed.

"Eeep!" Lou Ellen squeaked.

From the way she tensed, the sight of my cum all over Clarisse was enough to send Lou into her own climax. She didn't have time to relax. Clarisse grabbed her— one hand under her chin, another gripping her dark hair.

Clarisse pulled until Lou's head was tilted up. When the daughter of Hecate opened her mouth, Clarisse let globs of my semen leak out of her mouth into the smaller girl's.

Lou's eyes widened. Her mouth shut. I could see her coming to terms with what just happened.

To my surprise, she didn't freak out. She swished my cum left and right in her mouth. Then, very slowly, she swallowed.

"Good girl," Clarisse said. "You understand what you want now?"

Lou was breathing hard. She looked up at Clarisse, her face red. Very slowly, she nodded.

Clarisse tore her dress off.

The fabric was thin, but it was still impressive. The daughter of Ares got a grip on the collar and literally tore it down the middle, right off of the girl's body. Lou was left in nothing but a bra, and a second later not even that. Clarisse unclasped it, pulled it off, and threw it over her shoulder to join my clothes on the cabin floor.

Lou's pale face was so red now, she could've given a tomato a run for its money. One hand covered her palm-sized breasts while the one that had been fingering her pussy became a cup, blocking her modesty.

Clarisse slithered around, positioning herself between the girl and the wall. She stuck her legs out straight and positioned Lou in her lap. Lou was so much smaller that the petite girl's head nestled between Clarisse's breasts. For her finishing move, Clarisse grabbed Lou's ankles and pulled straight up.

As Lou's butt was hoisted into the air, her arms stretched out instinctively to steady herself. As a side effect, I got a fantastic view of every inch of what she'd been shielding.

Her breasts couldn't have been more different from Clarisse's. Firm and bite-sized, they begged me to sink my teeth into them. Her entire body was smooth. She wasn't a fighter with heavy muscles. Her skin was unblemished, no hair anywhere, even around the crotch. With Clarisse spreading her legs I could see everything, the bulbous lips of her vagina spread invitingly.

"Get over here and take her," Clarisse said.

Lou shut her eyes. But she didn't say no.

I crawled over. Spreading all my fingers except the index and ring fingers, I gently rubbed them up and down her slit, feeling the smooth surface.

My fingers came away slick. Up close I could see residue running halfway down her thighs. When she came earlier, she came hard.

There was no need for foreplay. I rubbed my cock against her entrance, then pushed my way in.

She groaned. I entered her slowly. There were ten seconds before all of me was inside her. I pulled back and repeated the process, speeding up but staying pretty slow.

It wasn't her first time, I could feel that much, but that didn't mean she was used to my size. I moved against her gently, easing myself in and out.

"What is that?" Clarisse complained. "Give it to her!"

I sped up, but only a little. I put my hands on Lou's soft hips. Every time I thrust, I pulled her into the motion.

Clarisse wasn't satisfied.

"C'mon, Jackson, ruin her! Make her your bitch."

"Not helping, Clarisse," I grunted.

"Tell him, Lou!" she said. "Tell him what you want."

Lou Ellen gasped.

"Faster! Please?"

Who was I to tell a polite girl no?

I tightened my grip on her hips. The walls of her pussy spread around me, opening and closing as my throbbing cock reshaped her.

Lou's hands lurched up, linking behind my neck and pulling me down until our faces were inches apart. Semen from Clarisse's tits had mixed into her hair. It didn't look like she minded. Her face was twisted up as if she was being stabbed— which, in a way, I guess she was.

"Make me your bitch," Lou cried. Her face was so red, I couldn't tell where the blush started or ended. "I want to be the hero of Olympus's bitch!"

I stopped holding back. Each thrust made her whole body recoil, jiggling Clarisse's tits as she was shoved deeper between them. Lou's mouth dropped open. Her eyes rolled up. Clarisse pulled her legs even further apart.

"I'm cumming," I grunted.

"Inside!" Lou gasped with the last of her energy. "For the curse— that's the treatment!"

I couldn't have pulled out if I wanted to.

Lou moaned as I came deep in her tight pussy. Clarisse released her legs, and her cute butt dropped bonelessly on the bed, my cock sliding out of her.

It was the second time I'd cum that afternoon, even ignoring the long night before. But the way Lou Ellen was looking up at me, gasping and trembling from what I'd done to her, kept me rock-hard.

Clarisse was already shimmying out of her pants.

Lou slid down flat on her back as Clarisse rolled out from behind her. The daughter of Ares held eye-contact with me, before turning and going on all-fours… directly above Lou.

"Get over here and stuff me," she said, reaching down and spreading her hairy pussy with two fingers.

My cock was still soaked in a combination of Clarisse's spit and Lou's juices. It buried into Clarisse as easily as a Hippocampus diving beneath the waves.

This was different from with Lou. I wasn't scared of hurting her. I knew Clarisse could take it. I fucked her so hard, the entire loft bounced each time we collided.

"Yes!" Clarisse roared. "Spear me with that cock!"

She rocked herself back like a reverse battering ram, slamming onto me as hard as I was slamming into her. The cool, shady cabin was slowly turning humid around us. My hand found Clarisse's long brown hair and yanked.

"Uhrng!" she groaned. I held her head at ninety-degrees to her torso. I don't think I was imagining the way she tightened as I pulled.

Her ass was already red and raw, but I left a few fresh handprints for the sake of it.

I'm not going to lie. For a second I forgot Lou Ellen was there, until her hands reached up and grasped my ass.

Because of Clarisse's chosen position Lou was lying under us. My knees were on either side of her neck, while her body ran through my legs. Her head was directly underneath where I was plunging into Clarisse. I could see her legs were too shaky to stand, but that didn't stop her from pulling herself up with her grip on my backside.

Each time I thrust into Clarisse more liquid coated my balls. Some of it trickled down my shaft, while the rest came out more explosively. Clarisse was at least one orgasm deep already, and her hips weren't stopping.

I gasped as I felt the cool sensation of a tongue against on my balls. I'd resigned myself to getting them drenched, but Lou seemed to have made it her personal mission to keep them clean, lick by careful lick.

I wasn't going to last long like this, and I knew it. I poured all my energy into finishing with style.

My hands left Clarisse's hair and ass in favor of finding her hips. With a deep breath, I pushed my way to my feet.

Somehow I managed to keep my hips going the whole time. Clarisse came too as I lifted her off of all fours, a hundred-and-eighty pounds of hot and sweaty demigod. And, of course, Lou was there, adjusting her grip to my lower back and hanging on for dear life. I could feel her tongue still stroking me, driving me closer to my limit.

Clarisse's whole body was at a forty-five degree angle to the bed. Only her face was touching the mattress. Every time I thrust the cushiony surface cratered around her cheek.

I couldn't keep it up long— both holding back my orgasm and lifting Clarisse like a slutty wheelbarrow. I came in her for… the third time in the last twenty four hours? The fourth? The night before had blurred together, and I wasn't sure I was going to remember this afternoon any better. All I know is the way the creampie leaked out in globs, spattering across Lou Ellen's face.

She finally let go, dropping to the bed with her new face paint. When I dropped Clarisse she collapsed next to her, leaving me the only one standing… for about five seconds before I dropped to the bed myself.

"Next time," Lou said quietly, "can you do me like that?"

It wasn't until then that it really sunk in. There was going to be a next time. There would have to be. An image of myself flashed through my head, all thin and tried up like dear old Tantalus.

Maybe this curse was even more dangerous than we had thought.

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