Myth Scene: Nike Loses Her Innocence
Who: Poseidon and Nike What: Poseidon captures Nike and takes her to an underwater prison to rape her. Where: Under the sea When: During the Trojan War. Immediately following Poseidon's conversation with Hera Rating: NC17 Status: Complete Warning: NON-CON
Nike had just finished gather the thing she needed for her trip. Mostly a skin of ambrosia to sustain her fast pace, and the message itself. Now she stood in the courtyard of Olympus, feeling the sun on her wings as she stretched them, slowly beating them to increase the blood flow in preparation for her journey. It wasn't a long journey by any stretch of the imagination, but it was long enough and dangerous enough, even for a goddess like her. War, after all, could cause casualties even to the gods. And though they wouldn't die from the injuries sustained on the field of battle, they would certainly suffer for them.
When she'd been given the assignment, she'd been aware of the danger, though. Once she was spotted, she would be a target. And though she would smite anyone who dared try and interfere with the delivery of her message, well, a well placed fire arrow would still knock her from the sky and give her no end to her suffering for some time. Not terribly vengeful by nature, she didn't really wish to court that sort of pain.
And so she stood there, large golden wings fanning, her hair and silk robes rippling in the wind her wings created before leaping mightily into the air to soar on the thermals of the mountain down, down towards the lands of the mortals far below. She was only over land for a short time though before her journey carried her out over the ocean depths, the white-flecked waves an unending canvas of blue and green beneath her.
As she flew, the sun on her back, her wing beats strong and steady, she found herself lost in contemplation of the beauty of the waters below her. Her attention turned inward, and she failed to notice the changes in the water, even when they parted, then crashed back together, the surge reaching from sea up into the heavens, swallowing her, soaking her wings, and dragging her down into the depths.
*****
After speaking with Hera, Poseidon was charged up. He was almost like a wind-up toy, and any encouragement would have him tightly wound up for hours. When it came to sex, Poseidon had few restraints, which everyone knew. His morals weren't squeaky clean, but he had always gotten away with it. When Hera had come to him, he instantly knew what she wanted, however terrible it may be. He was to take Nike's innocence, and keep her distracted for a prolonged period of time.
It had taken him a while to come up with an appropriate temporary home for Nike. Eventually, he had remembered about the giant conch shell he had created years ago, which was about 100 kilometers North East of his kingdom. It was a truly perfect location, close yet far enough away from his kingdom. Next matter had to do with capturing Nike. That would be a little more difficult, as he couldn't just snatch her from broad daylight. She had a mission, and Zeus was likely overseeing that mission. Not that it was an honourable mission, the Trojans clearly did not deserve to win.
Another stroke of genius had come to Poseidon, as he realized the easiest opportunity would come as she was traveling. She had to travel over his ocean, where Zeus had little authority. Rough waters would not shock anyone, and random springs were a trademark of Poseidon's. So, he had decided to basically "shoot" her out of the air with one of his springs. One of his better ideas, and practically foolproof.
As it happened, Nike was distracted and easily captured.
Waiting in the dangerous waters below, Poseidon jumped to catch her. He couldn't afford letting her sink into the water and swimming away. Grabbing her with his large arms, Poseidon allowed her to form gills. He didn't need her dying before he could get her to his air pocket. Swimming with the ease of a dolphin, Poseidon was at the conch shell in less than twenty minutes. He had felt her squirming and screaming, but couldn't make out any words she was saying. Taking her gills away before he reached the air pocket, Poseidon decided she needed to learn a couple lessons, including listening to him and obeying him without question.
Tossing her over his shoulder, Poseidon swam through the convoluted spirals of the conch until his head bobbed above the water. Using his power, he was able to quickly immobilize her as he pulled her into the very heart of the shell and tossed her on what was apparently the mother-of-pearl ground. Holding her hands above her head, he climbed on top of her. Had he been a God with morals, Poseidon would have simply tied her up, but he had other plans for her. Other immoral and vicious plans. "Afternoon, Nike. How do you like my underwater masterpiece," Poseidon said, amusement and coldness very evident in his voice.
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Nike was rigid with shock, looking up into the sea-god's face as he held her arms pinioned over her head, her chest heaving from the lack of oxygen as he'd dragged her along beneath the water, but also from fear. She couldn't speak. She felt as though she'd been struck mute, and instead only shook her head, too aware of his body pressing down on hers trapping her even as his trident shackled her arms to the floor. What... what was he doing? Didn't he know she was on a mission? Didn't he know that she was busy working? That she wasn't... she didn't... hadn't.... The only sound she could make was a soft whimper of fear as she finally seemed to weak from her torpor and struggle against both trident and thighs pinning her down.
***
Letting his trident hold her arms, Poseidon lifted his body off hers. "One second, darling" Poseidon said, in an obvious attempt to disgust her. Popping out of the shell, Poseidon gathered up plenty of seaweed. Had anyone seen him, they would have thought he was just tidying up the area. This certainly was a smart plan on Hera's part, he had always said she was very intelligent. Quickly returning to his goddess in waiting, he flashed a cold smile her way.
Moving close to her face, Poseidon leaned over the roughly kissed her, shoving his tongue in her mouth. Her strength was obviously no match for his, and in an immobilized position, Nike had little chance. His mouth was cold, as was the water at this depth. The goddesses generally wore simple white gowns, which were easily ripped apart by Poseidon. As he looked down at her, Poseidon's member grew. Her body was so pure and innocent. Poseidon knew she was a virgin, which would make this little party even more fun. For a moment, Poseidon stood there to take in her beauty, her soft angelic skin, which contrasted to her brightly coloured hair. She certainly was beautiful, this young goddess.
Knowing Nike was going to be a fighter (they all usually were), Poseidon decided he had to quickly tie her up. "How do you feel about seaweed, little one?" Poseidon asked, hoping to inflict fear as he used the seaweed he had plucked. Poseidon tied to slimy plant to her ankles, widely spreading her legs as he did so. Doing the same with her arms, he released one at a time from his trident. He certainly didn't want her getting the upper hand and escaping.
Smiling from lust, Poseidon lowered his body down to hers. Moving towards her face, he roughly kissed her again. Letting his right hand drift, he massaged her right breast, with strength that was likely uncomfortable. Letting it slide towards her back, Poseidon plucked a feather. Holding it up for her to see, Poseidon looked at it intently. What a good idea, he could remove her feathers to keep her here longer. "Your body is beautiful, my pretty" he growled.
***
"Seaweed is filthy, smelling, and disgusting. Much like you, you disgusting old man," she spat in his face. "Perhaps you should make it your symbol among the mortals. It certainly fits." She'd shaken off her fear while he'd left to gather the filth, and she now glared at him with anger at this betrayal. Even her nudity didn't phase her now as she began building a wall around her that his touch would never penetrate. After all, she was Nike, the Winged Victory! She would withhold this victory from him if it was the last thing she did. Her will was strong, she would not break. Would. Not!
But then he found a chink. The chink. Pain flashed through her as he plucked a feather from her. It was a minuscule pain, merely a prick, but it grew, fed by a new terror as he held that lone feather in from on her face. The pain of her mashed breast was nothing compared to the pain from that one lost feather.
***
Poseidon simply smirked at her words. He had raped his fair share of women, and their insults were nothing short of horrible. Nike's wasn't even all that bad. "I've plenty of symbols, sweetie," Poseidon replied. How he loved it when they got going, trying to fight him at every step. A good challenge was just what Poseidon needed right now.
Having missed the fear on her face, it made no difference. Poseidon had decided to do the very thing she feared, but it could wait a few minutes. Right now, he had a buffet to shove down his throat. Letting the feather fall onto her skin, Poseidon straddled her. Not caring about kissing her lips, Poseidon moved his mouth straight to her breasts. Using his teeth more than he should have, Poseidon made a point to inflict minimal amounts of pain. He didn't want her to cry, but he did want her to hurt. Of course, her vagina would certainly be in agony shortly.
After mauling her breasts, Poseidon decided she deserved some pleasure. It would also help her coming back to him. Letting his body slide over hers, Poseidon dragged his tongue down her body. Excited by the taste of her skin, Poseidon's arousal was clearly evident. Licking and sucking on the insides of her legs, Poseidon wondered if she'd ever touched herself. Not wasting any time, Poseidon moved his mouth to her vagina. Licking, sucking, and nibbling on everything he could find, he let his mouth on linger there momentarily. While he knew she'd get pleasure from this (no matter how hard she tried to hide it), he didn't want her having an orgasm. At least, not from that.
"Ready?" he asked, not caring about the answer. Lifting his body above hers, Poseidon quickly inserted his swollen penis into her vagina. It was made easier by the combination of his saliva and her juices, but a virgin's vagina was always tight. Not caring if she bled or not, Poseidon forced himself inside, grunting a couple times along the way. Thrusting slowly, Poseidon let his hands wander to her wings. With his left hand, Poseidon massaged her breast, and with his right he matched pulling a feather with each thrust of his hips.
***
It didn't take the loss of many feathers to have Nike screaming in pain. The defeathering of her wings was much worse than the deflowering of her sex. Her anguish at her loss rang against the inside of the shell, echoing back in the twisting spiral her prison. She had tired to hold it in, she had!, but the shock and the pain were pushing her over the edge, pushing her deep inside herself to a place where nothing mattered and there was no one to hurt her. Still, her body struggled to escape. She twisted and pulled against her slimy ropes, but they wouldn't budge. If anything, her movements only seemed to incite his lust more, for his answer was to thrust harder into her torn and bleeding flesh, to ride her faster, only speeding up the denuding of her wings.
Finally, she was reduced to tearful begging, but even that seemed to have no sway on him and so in the end, her voice broken and raw, she subsumed herself in silent tears, offering up a silent call, a prayer even, to anyone listen if they would only come and help her.
***
Nike's screams only encouraged Poseidon. He didn't care if they were screams of pleasure or screams of pain. They urged him on, as did her salty tears, as he thrust harder and faster. He was grunting more now, becoming shorter of breath and closer to the finish. He had decided his finish would come after a good deal of feathers were ripped out. His little bird would be injured and needing him soon, which only turned him on even more. Hera was an angel in his mind right now, and he was pleasantly satisfied with Nike.
Leaning into her, Poseidon roughly attacked her boobs with his mouth and left hand. He was sure she would bleed, but he didn't care to check. He didn't even notice the red water floating around them, but that was to be expected. Most virgins bled their first time as their skin tore. After ripping out a patch, Poseidon rode Nike even harder, inserting his penis as far as it would go each time. Poseidon felt his climax nearing, and decided to let his hips go wild, preparing to finish inside of her. Feeling his climax, Poseidon ripped one last feather, and then roughly grabbed her breasts for support. He moaned quietly as his semen rushed into her body.
Out of breath, Poseidon got off of her. Satisfied and released of his sexual tension, Poseidon leaned over and kissed Nike's forehead. Gathering up her feathers, Poseidon grinned evilly. "Oh, my little one, you look so beautiful laying there helpless. I think I'm going to collect all your feathers and make a feather bed, so I shall always remember you." Playing with one, the smile never left his face. "They are so perfect and soft, just like you."
Turning, Poseidon neared the exit. "I'll be back soon, my little Goddess, don't worry - I suppose I'll release you when I have enough feathers for my bed. I shall bring you food and endless amounts of pleasure. Oh, and no - no one can find you here. See you soon, beautiful." And with that, Poseidon carried the feathers into the water, and left the conch.