Seven Deadly Sins

by K D Grace

  A chill of excitement ran down his spine. “You mean...”

  “Connected with everyone everywhere at all times. Yep. We work short-handed here among mortals, so far away from Olympus, and we have to be able to see what’s going on, don’t we?”

  “Bloody hell,” he whispered. “That’s perfect. That’s totally perfect. The lust worm will definitely do the trick.”

  Iris pulled out and fell back onto the bed. Then both women scrambled to their knees and held him in an expectant gaze.

  He continued. “It would give you access to all venues for internet porn, all online sex toy sales, all chat rooms, everything that has anything to do, even remotely with lust. With the worm in place you’d be able to tax the libidos of every one who visits, or runs any of these sites, every time they visit.”

  “You can do that?” Aphrodite asked.

  “I can create the worm,” he said. “I’ve known for a long time how I could do it. What I have in mind is something so subtle that no one would ever notice. Within a matter of weeks, maybe even days it could infiltrate everything that has anything to do with lust, and no one would ever know.” He waved a hand. “It’s not the kind of thing meant to shut down the system or do any kind of damage at all. It’s the kind of thing that’s meant to go completely unnoticed. Problem is, I just didn’t know what it could be used for. Anything positive, I mean. It would be up to you to empower it, and if it’s all coming back to your Hellenet, than I would assume that would be no problem.”

  She offered him a wicked smile. “No problem at all. In fact, I already have empowered it. I’m the goddess of love and I’ve been relentlessly fucking the creator of our little lust worm, haven’t I? Whatever you do now, whatever you do while you’re my lover, will be imbued with my power.” She nodded to the computer in his lap. “I run everything from here,” she said.

  “Everything?” he asked.

  “Everything. It may not look like much, but my husband’s not just a blacksmith, you know? He’s also the god of technology. Who do you think designed the Hellenet? Whatever you program will be driven by my powers, by the powers of lust, and infused throughout my husband’s divine technology.”

  He flexed his fingers and looked down at the screen. “Then what do you want this worm to do?”

  She settled in next to him cross-legged, both of them still totally naked. “I want a lust tax, just like we were talking about,” she said. “Every time someone signs in, every time anyone anywhere uses the web for lustful purposes, in the broadest definition of the word, I want to extract the tiniest bit of libido from them, just the tiniest. It would be less than the tiniest pin-prick in the scheme of things. And in return for that pin prick, I would offer a minute infusion of lust. What do you think? Can you do it?’

  If she hadn’t been stroking his cock the whole time and rubbing her tits against his arm he might have given the whole scheme a little more thought than he did, but she was, after all, the goddess of love. The whole thing took him less than ten minutes. Then, to consummate the lust tax, she fucked his brains out. Again!

  After that, she sent him to bed to rest, remembering that he was mortal, and for him, rest was more than just a novelty. Iris led him down the hall to an opulent room that was to be his, after all he couldn’t be in caught in the goddess’s bed when her husband came home. The room was bigger than his whole flat, and richly decorated. He figured he’d appreciate the luxury of it after he’d had a chance to sleep. He was dead on his feet.

  Jack came up from the dream world to a feather light touch sliding along his ribcage. It felt nice until he opened his eyes to find Ganymede looking down at him, perched on the edge of the bed, one hand stroking Jack’s flank, the other fisting his bulging erection. “I can’t wait any longer, Jack Calendar. I want to know what it feels like to fuck your asshole.”

  Jack rolled out of his reach and practically catapulted off the other side of the bed. There he stood huffing out breath that was all about fear and not arousal. “Look, Ganymede, we need to talk about this because I just don’t —”

  “It’s my turn, Jack.” Ganymede said. “And if no one will give me what’s mine, then I’ll just have to take it.” He blinked and offered a boyish smile. “You’ll like it, I promise.”

  “I don’t do men,” Jack stuttered. “I’m sure you’re amazing, but really, pal, I don’t swing that way.”

  Ganymede offered a knowing smile. “I didn’t swing that way either, pal, before Zeus found me. Back then I had no idea just how many ways I did swing.” He leapt over the bed as easily as if it hadn’t been there, and Jack found himself pinned between two beefy biceps nose to beak with the eagle tat that looked a whole lot angrier close up and personal. Ganymede was just moving in for the full frontal rub-up, when the door burst open and Zeus shoved in.

  “Ganymede,” he roared. “Get away from him.” But just when Jack was about to thank Zeus for coming to his rescue, Zeus turned on him. “I thought I could trust you, Jack Calendar, in my house, in my home with my family and this is how you repay me!” He nodded to Ganymede who now looked like butter wouldn’t melt. “By seducing the man I love.”

  “What? Wait, no! It wasn’t like that. You don’t understand. I was just —”

  Before Jack could finish Hephaestus roared into the room nearly uprooting Zeus. “That little mortal bastard’s been fucking my wife! I’ll stomp him. I’ll break him to bits.” With one hand, he gave the bed a hard shove. Wood screeched against the marble floor and Jack found himself nose to hairy chest with something a whole lot angrier than Ganymede’s tat. What Jack hadn’t seen, until it was nearly too late, was the heavy metal hammer that Heph buried in the wall only millimeters from his head, showering them both as well as Zeus and Ganymede in a storm of plaster. The hail of debris was distraction enough for Jack to duck and roll, pulling himself to his feet only to find himself face to face with a fire-breathing Zeus.

  Well this wasn’t quite the way he’d planned to die, but at least he’d gotten to fuck the goddess of love. He looked around frantically for a way out just as Heph raised his hammer and shattered the footboard of the bed. It would have been fatal if Aphrodite hadn’t burst into the room roaring like a lioness, waving her iPad above her head. “Stop it, you idiots,” she yelled. “Jack’s just found a way for us to get our universal lust tax, and it’s already working. Can’t you feel it?”

  But the hammer came down again, and this time Jack felt the breeze of it before Aphrodite tossed her iPad into the fracas, which was just enough to distract them, then she jerked and shoved Jack toward the window. “It worked,” she said, planting a quick kiss on his lips. “They’ll calm down soon enough and be singing your praises, but best not push our luck.” She kissed him again. “Thanks Jack. You’re amazing.” Then with a flat hand to his chest, she pushed him out the window. And that was the last thing he remembered.

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  Jack woke up flat on his back looking up into the bright eyes of a ginger tabby, who sat leisurely on his chest. Above them the canopy of the big oak tree stretched against the fading sky. The cat gave a wide-mouth yawn, then wandered off, and Jack forced himself upright to a seated position. Suddenly it all came rushing back to him, the last bits making him a little bit queasy. As he thought about Heph’s hammer, he decided not to push his luck by climbing up the tree for another look-see. Besides, surely it was all just a dream brought on by his fall. There was a cat, after all, and there was a tree and, in spite of what Zeus said, it looked pretty real. As he stumbled to his feet and hoisted himself up to peek over the very top of the brick wall, he saw there was nothing on the other side but a derelict building of some sort. Certainly not a mansion.

  “I need a drink,” he said out loud to no one. There was no pub to be found, but a chill ran up his spine as he discovered there really was a Starbucks around the corner.

  He ordered a triple espresso and sat for a
long time at a quiet table in the corner contemplating the experiences he was sure he must have dreamed. Maybe he had a concussion or something. Oh he felt fine, but wow, it was all just so real. It was so real that thinking about it got a serious rise from his cock. It was so real that he was considering locking himself in the Starbucks toilet for a quick relief of the pressure when he looked up to find Iris standing by his table.

  And he was off down the rabbit hole again.

  “Mind if I join you?” Iris slipped into the chair across from him without waiting for his answer. She wore a short denim skirt and a vest that left little guesswork about what was underneath. He had never seen her in so many clothes.

  “Oh don’t look so surprised, Jack Calendar. I’m not just the messenger for the gods. I’m the messenger between the gods and mortals as well.” She shrugged. “Mind you, Hermes gets most of the credit, but I’m the one busting ass.” She looked at him from under thick lashes. “Aphrodite’s sent me with a message for you.” She stiffened in her chair and her eyes glazed over slightly. The next voice Jack heard was Aphrodite’s, though it came from Iris’s mouth. He caught his breath and nearly spilled his espresso on the table as she spoke.

  Jack Calendar, you are amazing! The lust worm is working like a dream. You are already a hero on Olympus. What a pity we couldn’t have fended off Heph and Zeus just a little longer. They probably would have given you immortality. They were that pleased. However after many long discussions of how best to reward you for what you’ve done for the Family, in lieu of immortality, we’re offering you a nice fat bank account. We’ve agreed you’ll also get a small percentage of the lust tax. Mind you that’s not a financial benefit, but I’m sure you’ll soon discover that to a man of your carnal needs, it’s a gift that won’t go amiss. And if you ever need anything, Iris will never be more than a breath away. In fact, she likes you so much, her services may include more than just the passing of messages, if you get my meaning. I can’t begin to tell you how much your sacrifice has meant to the Family, Jack Calendar. The strength of Olympus grows with each lustful email, each naughty tweet, each sexting, each surfing of the net for porn or sex toys, each viewing of every rude tube, and more. Oh, and Jack, aside from our undying gratitude for services rendered, I have to tell you that to my great pleasure and benefit, you fuck like a tiger.

  Lustfully yours,

  Aphrodite

  Iris blinked, relaxed her shoulders and smiled up at him from beneath her lashes. “That’s about it, Jack Calendar.”

  If he was dazed by what he’d just heard, she certainly brought his attention back front and center when she shifted in her seat, scooted forward and nestled her bare foot into his lap, caressing his balls through his track bottoms with dexterity that nearly took his breath away. “I’m free for the evening, Jack, and it’s a struggle to keep from sliding off this chair, if you get my meaning.” She nodded toward the lavatory door. And Jack did indeed get her meaning.

  The few people who were sipping their coffee and reading books and newspapers pretended not to notice them slipping into the Starbucks one-seater and locking the door behind them. Iris was stroking herself like nobody’s business before Jack even had the door locked, and she smelled delicious. His cock twitched in his track bottoms just before she pushed them over his ass and shoved him down unceremoniously onto the toilet seat. There he sat with his cock pointing at the ceiling. Iris wriggled her skirt up over her hips and with two fingers spread her pantiless pout, clearly sheened with her honey and ready to sheath him. He held his breath at the total delight of her as she straddled him then squatted onto his cock, until he was in up to the hilt.

  “The whole time you were with the Family,” Iris said, “I wanted it to be my cunt you were in, Jack Calendar. And now, sweet heaven, you are so there.”

  As she began to rock and gyrate on his lap, he shoved her vest up and latched onto a braless tit, slurping and sucking like she was ice cream and he was starving. He was holding his load only by a thread when a loud knock on the door made him jump.

  “Hey!” came from outside the door.

  Jack froze, already cycling through excuses in his mind.

  “I want some cock, if you’re offering,” the voice continued.

  “Is that the barista?” he hissed against Iris’s ear.

  “Mmm-hmm,” she nodded. “Get used to it, Jack. That’s your percentage of the lust tax. I reckon the only time you’ll be humping your hand now is when you just need to strengthen your grip.” She giggled softly and bore down. “Shall I let her in?”

  “Not this time,” Jack grunted. “This time I just want to fuck the messenger.” He reached between them and tweaked her heavy clit and she shuddered through her orgasm, clamping down impossibly tight. The toilet seat rattled and shifted beneath him as he hammered into her, riding the edge with balls impossibly full, considering all the times he’d fucked the goddess in the past few hours.

  “Cum, Jack,” Iris spoke through barely parted lips. “Cum inside me and let me take that message back to Olympus, back to Aphrodite. It’ll drive her wild. She’ll fuck poor Heph’s brains out when she catches your scent all over me. Oh this is all going to be so much fun.” Her pussy gripped one more time along the length of his cock and Jack unloaded like he’d been holding out for days, filling Iris’s cunt until his jizz ran down her leg. Outside the door, the barista almost sounded like she might be riding her hand in frustration, as she moaned and whimpered to be let in. Jack smiled into Iris’s delectable cleavage. He had a feeling she might be right. This was gonna be fun.

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  Greed

  Caged

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  by Rebecca Bond

  Chapter One

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  Music pounded through the dirty bar, penetrating the thick fog of smoke that hung in the air. Taking another swig of her beer, she closed her eyes and smiled dreamily as the cool nectar massaged her sore throat. It had been a long night and now she sat in this dingy backstreet bar, a lone femme in a cage full of wolves. She could feel the eyes on her, dozens of pairs, watching, staring...glaring. If only they knew, she thought, her smile turning into a smirk.

  If only they knew that the pretty, angelic looking girl-next-door who sat atop the ripped cushion of the barstool had just come from a place so depraved, so crazy, so filthy, it would make their eyes water. She looked down at her knees and recalled the events of the evening that had left them raw and grazed, the skin bruised, defiled.

  Debasement. They had used her, The Elders, like a ragdoll, fucking her pussy until her silken folds were inflamed and sore. They had tied her down and gagged her with their meaty pricks until tears streamed down her cheeks, using her body solely for their pleasure. They had flipped her onto her knees and fucked her ass, stretching her with their relentlessness. And through all of this, the use and abuse, she had climaxed powerfully, over and over and over again, proving her insatiable need for sexual fulfilment.

  She laughed again and took another gulp from the bottle, shaking her head in disbelief at the world in which she now found herself. If only they knew that the angelic looking girl-next-door was also in line to become the first female Chief of Police in New York City. And if only they knew that the petite, law abiding, rank climbing, career focused, power hungry girl-next-door had just had the night of her life.

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  “Are you sure you want this, Inspector Smithson?” Captain Jacobs asked cautiously. “You know that once you sign this document — written by those far superior to both of us — you’re on your own until you’ve completed every task that is put in front of you.”

  “Your concern is touching, Jacobs, but nothing you say can change my mind. I understand what I’m doing here,” Ali said confidently.

  “But do you, Inspector?” The junior officer eyed her suspiciously. She was slight in stature, but strong in mind, body a
nd spirit. He had no doubt she was capable of surviving The Darkness. But did he really want one of his favourite officers going down that road without any protection whatsoever? “Do you understand what will be asked of you? The challenges you’ll face down there, both mentally, physically and...” he paused a moment, finding it all a bit difficult to comprehend, “. . . and sexually? The Elders and the Angels of The Darkness are bound by practices steeped in tradition — corruption in its most potent form. The Darkness exists because power hungry men are desperate to feed their sexual addictions. But that corruption can be manipulated. And if you withstand the trials of The Darkness — without giving up and without giving in — tradition and duty dictate that those same men must propel you to the very heights of this police force.”

  She stared at him defiantly. “Yes, Jacobs, I am aware of the practices of The Darkness and I am willing to participate in them in order to attain my goal.”

  “Which is what exactly?”

  “To be the highest ranking female officer in the force. To become the NYPD’s first female Chief of Police.”

  Captain Jacobs scoffed and shook his head, sliding the document across his desk to the Inspector. The contract that legally assigned Inspector Smithson into the care of The Darkness for the next seven days. Legal and corrupt. Smithson could make Chief all by herself, through sheer hard work and determination. And yet, she wanted it faster. She wanted it now.

  “If you fail any of the tasks assigned to you, Inspector — and I’m not saying that I think you will — but if you fail...even just one task you’re challenged with, you know what will happen?” Jacobs looked at his superior pointedly, afraid that the squad might lose one of their finest officers.

  Ali’s skin prickled with a sudden nervousness. Could she fail? Would she fail? No, that was not going to happen. “Failure is not an option.”