Greek Goddess Ch. 01: From this moment forget your names

"Nine. Ten..."

They felt the last syllable rumble through their bodies. What had been said disappeared from their minds at once. They got up from the table.

Kathe looked at Emily, caressing the rim of her glass. She could feel a trace dampness on her own index finger, as if there was a direct connection between their bodies, skin to skin.

Emily in turn, had a strange look, like she had just glanced in a mirror and found something off about her own reflection.

But that was skilly, Kathe thought, as any rational woman would:

"We are not the same person, it's impossible, we are not the same. She is..."

Her rational mind was not quite all there, she could not remember the name of one of her best friends. And her surprise only deepened when she found she could not remember her own name either!

"Let's go to my house."

Said her other friend, and Emily without hesitation, obeyed. Kathe followed them, matching Emily's steps. No waiter prevented them from leaving. Maybe on that otherworldly night, someone had paid their tab for them.

"Who would have done it? This night is very strange. When did Alexa change clothes? Now it looks like she has on ..."

Another blur, the word did not come. The word she sought to characterize what she saw, did not come, nor would it come. Alexa was wearing a piece of cloth for a shirt, a short dark skirt, and only some dirty stockings on her feet.

Emily knew that something was wrong with her, and in parallel this thought also occurred to Kathe, who had always been highly inquisitive. Even so, neither dared to say anything. They just followed in Alexa's footsteps.

She hailed a taxi. As they road, Alexa chatted with the taxi driver, they laughed and talked. Despite Alexa's carefree, even vulgar demeanor, any third party would have suspected something up with the drugged appearance of the other two girls. They resembled automatons that had been turned off and were awaiting their next instruction.

"Are they alright? Do you need me to call a doctor?" The taxi driver asked, slightly worried.

"Yes, they're fine. Alcohol doesn't always agree with them. I will give them some hot tea when we get home and they will recover soon enough." Alexa answered, without getting too involved.

The taxi driver did not want to get too involved either, he was used to having 'peculiar' fares. And the girls, they felt their hearts beating in their chests as they lost more and more of themselves. They were sinking into the mantra:

"The human will is heavy." Emily thought.

"The human will is heavy." Kathe thought.

Alexa asked for their wallets and paid for the trip.

The goddess of wisdom makes it known that everything you feel is completely natural:

The three of them exited the taxi and walked the short distance to enter Alexa's house.

It was not their first visit, being well-acquainted with the place by day. At night however, they never dared to accompany their friend back to her domicile even if they respected Alexa's choices. Clara, who used to spend a lot of time there, felt like a swift kick in the ass to Kathe. And Emily, for her part, was afraid of the pull Clara exerted on her bi-curious nature.

Emily, a slim redhead, with a body shaped by and for swimming, had never received any criticisms from her male partners. Still, she could not remember a time when she had not been self-conscious about her small breasts. This shyness only increased when she was alone with her friend.

Regardless of if they were in public or not, it seemed that her eyes inevitably took on a life of their own. In the middle of conversation, they would begin a slow, inexorable fall, from Alexa's greenish eyes, to her huge tits.

It would please Emily for you to not confuse this 'slip' with some kind of sexual attraction. It was just an immense desire, a 'curiosity' if you will, that Emily could not control.

When it happened, she would stammer and blush, even as her eyes remained focused on the imposing orbs. This never failed to amuse Alexa. If only she had known that Emily wanted to see them for real, to see them without any cloth covering them.

For this very reason, she knew that she could not be alone with Alexa in her residence, she knew herself enough to see that maybe her curiosity would be misinterpreted.

Natasha, the last trusted friend in the group, was the only one who had made frequent visits to Alexa's home. She always joked at Emily's nervousness:

"Nothing is going to happen, Alexa is very committed to Clara. If you had to worry about either of them, it would definitely be the second one. She's pretty naughty. Anyway, two women in a room, getting to know each other a little more deeply, is a perfectly natural thing nowadays."

Natasha smiled, enjoying the 'suffering' and embarrassment that these words caused her friend. Emily, a dedicated graphic designer, had always been the most imaginative of the four. At such times she would be furiously recreating and expanding on the possibilities Natasha only hinted at. Which was at least half the reason Natasha dropped such hints in the first place.

Emily started, realizing that they were already inside, in the main room, sitting as three. She next to Kathe, Alexa in front of them, in a crimson chair, wearing a broad smile. Alexa ran her hands over the fabric of her top, which had bumps tracing the outlines of her nipples. Grabbing the fibers that covered them, she shed the garment in a single pull.

"Fuck ..." Emily thought for a moment, before even that vanished.

Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes widened in amazement. Her jaw was slack, a thick trickle of saliva sliding over the edge of her lower lip. Catatonic, unspeaking, her few thoughts and memories blurred like sweet cotton candy spun into an airy confection.

The pink nipples, the pendulous orbs, still swaying from the inertia imparted by Alexa's swift disrobing, it was a truly mesmerizing spectacle. And Emily was the first to fall under its spell.

"There is no control in the natural. Right, Emily?"

"Yes, Goddess."

"Come here."

Rigid and obedient, with her consciousness empty, she walked to where her beloved Goddess was seated. She stopped a few steps away and fell to her knees.

"What do you think of my tits, Emily?"

"Huge and beautiful."

"You like them?"

"Yes, I like them".

"How much?"

"A lot."

"Have you fantasized about touching them?"

"Yes..."

"And licking them?"

"Oh yeah!"

"You want to taste me, Emily? Do you want to enjoy your Goddess?"

"Yes, I want it so much."

Alexa moistened her fingers in her dripping pussy, then with those same ones she caressed Emily's lips, before sliding them into her salivating mouth.

She licked endlessly, enjoying the juice of her Goddess.

"Good girl, remember the taste of the one you venerate. Soon you will experience much more."

Alexa hooked her fingers into Emily's small mouth, guiding it to her left nipple where Emily's lips wrapped sweetly around her areola. She gently combed the short, reddish hair of her dear friend while Emily suckled her, drowning in absolute pleasure and submission.

And she whispered:

"Very well, let the bad thoughts go away. This is what you have always longed for, so enjoy it. Enjoy being more and more subject to my huge, beautiful tits."

With her closed eyes, the greatest enjoyment manifested in Emily, without conscience or responsibility, without weight, without will. She made circles with her tongue on Alexa's nipple, memorizing the soft texture, its delicate variations of relief. Submissive and happy, surrendering to the Goddess of wisdom and love. Everything a human needs to be fulfilled in life.

To experience the greatest love and wisdom in measures beyond imagining:

Kathe knew Alexa from early childhood, and they grew up together for a while. At least until Kathe had to change neighborhoods, as her father relocated for work. She thought she would not see Alexa again.

But a year later, they found themselves studying at the same school. This time it was young Alexa who moved away, and in turn Kathe would follow her.

You might think such happenstance to be the product of strong friendship, or a horrible obsession. But in truth, while they were mutually acquainted, the were not friends and never really did connect. Fate was just having fun with them, as is its wont. At least that's how it was for a time.

Until one night at a party, where they met again for the umpteenth time. And there was something different about Alexa, her way of speaking, her appearance revealed a profound alteration in her behavior.

Soon Alexa helped her to join the group, with Emily and Natasha. The four became inseparable friends.

Oh Kathe, poor Kathe, she understood too late what had happened to Alexa.

One afternoon, going to her house, she was greeted by a woman who to her eyes was evil incarnate. Clara, the demonic wench.

"She is detestable ..." Kathe thought at their first meeting.

That tattoo on her neck and that contemptuous look, as if she did not care about the rules, Kathe was immediately revolted. And when Clara did finally speak, her prejudice only grew. Kathe with her long dark hair, whitish skin and simple clothes, she had always been fairly traditional and conservative.

Like many girls of her generation, she had discarded the religious beliefs of her family, but in spite of those lapses, her personality remained marked with characteristic traits like prudence or austerity; She rarely put on makeup and did not wear high-heeled shoes, or skirts that were too short.

She knew then what had happened to Alexa's personality, Clara had annulled all those 'bad' aspects, since she was the very representation of these.

"That arrogant bitch ..." Kathe thought, looking at Clara with suspicion.

"This relationship does not suit you. You've seen the way she acts, that ... woman has no respect for anyone."

"I know, Clara can seem a bit much. But if you get to know her better, I'm sure she'll like you better, Kathe."

"Kathe..Kathe ... Kathe" The voice rumbled around in her mind several times before she properly took in the scene that was playing out before her.

Her friend Emily, sucking, on Alexa's left nipple, seemingly consumed by desire.

"Kathe, is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine ..." She heard herself say robotically. "NO! What the hell is happening? Emily, she does not ... she never acts that way. You, you ..."

"Sh sh sh, quiet, could you help me with my feet? I want to massage them on your pretty face.

"What? No way! Who do you take me for? Stop whatever you are ... ..."

She felt her thighs shaking with a mix of fear and excitement.

"This is really hot ... No ... This is not right ..."

The journey from the chair to be under the feet of her Goddess was over before she knew it. And that was completely irrelevant to Kathe, who felt her pussy wet with anticipation, sensing Alexa's immense power over her actions.

In a normal situation, she would have 'pounced on the bitch'. But now, as she gazed upon her Goddess with nary a 'bad thought', her face was illuminated only by admiration as Alexa massaged her cheeks with her right foot. The cotton in the sock juxtaposed with the sour smell of her Goddess's sweat, and an inevitable sensation of nausea began to rise.

But as she inhaled more of the scent, the essence, of her Goddess, the nausea was transmuted into feelings of immense comfort. The small part of her that was still aware of herself heard: "Sniff deeply, Kathe, that's a good girl." That fragment of consciousness incited Kathe's nostrils to expand, to allow the aroma to suffuse through her without resistance.

Alexa put her sock on the lips of Kathe, who with half-closed eyes tried to stay conscious.

"For now! You must stop, Oh! Alexa ... stop, I do not know, you're ... oh, God ... "

"Unbutton your blouse and bra, Kathe. Let me see those nice breasts."

First button, second button, third, fourth, fifth button and last. She shook her thick dark hair forward, so she could unbuckle her bra.

"Come a little closer, perfect. Hands behind your back. There we go.."

Kathe's breasts hung deliciously free. Alexa moistened her index with saliva, and traced it along the juicy fruits of her friend.

"Oh .. no ... no ... no ... God!"

Upon reaching the hard, swollen nipple, she gave it a light squeeze, causing spasms in her worshiper. She would play with them both, until she was satisfied. Emily remained deep in her oral sleep, still clinging to the breast of her Goddess.

"I need to touch myself or... Damn! ... I'm so ... ... fuck ... horny! ... I need to react ..." She's struggling in her mind with difficulty.

"You are very pretty Kathe. You will visit more often from now on, will not you?"

"Yyess." Some hesitation.

"Yes?"

"Yes, Goddess."

"Goddess? ... no, she is not a ... Goddess ... she is ... a woman ... a divine one ... a Goddess ... She is a Goddess. She is a goddess. She is...."

"Kiss my pussy, Kathe. A soft kiss." Alexa said, opening her legs to allow access to her hot sex.

Her friend, still with her hands behind her back, lowered her head to touch her lips to the sex of the Goddess. As she did, an electrifying sensation was carried through her jaw, lighting up her whole body with incandescent sparks. Before she realized it, she was eating Alexa's pussy.

She felt someone pulling her hair, waking her from her wet dream.

*Slap*

The slap brought her mind back to reality for a moment.

"Hey! ..." She exclaimed by way of feeble complaint.

"Be a good girl."

"I'll be a good girl."

"You've been a bad girl."

"I've been a bad girl."

"You will not eat my pussy, without my permission."

"I will not eat your pussy, without your permission."

"You do not have the right."

"I do not have the right."

"The only right you have, is to be my slave. And you love it."

"The only right I have is to be your slave. And" Warm sigh "I love it."

"Very well, Kathe, open your mouth."

Alexa inserted her foot into Kathe's oral cavity. The Mickey Mouse pattern stockings were dusty and soaked with sweat, but saliva came overflowing from the corners of Kathe's lips.

"Suck, it's a flavor you've always been fond of. You love the taste, the smell of my feet, you have fantasized over and over about this situation. Having my foot in your mouth causes your body to be on the verge of orgasm."

Alexa left her a few minutes savoring her sweaty sock, the grit, the used fabric. And when her friend's eyes were devoid of any character, of any possibility of struggle. She continued to exercise her quasi-absolute power over her.

"Remove my stockings, Kathe. Today I painted my nails red with white stripes, like peppermint candy." She let out a giggle. "I'm sure you'd like to have them in your mouth. Do you like sweets, Kathe?"

"I love candy, my Goddess."

Alexa kneaded Kathe's cheeks with her bare foot.

"Do you want to have my candy-colored nails in your mouth?"

"Yes, Goddess! Dearly..."

Alexa's cold feet massaged Kathe's breasts, like a pair of anti-stress balls.

"Why don't you then?"

"Because I do not have the right."

"Mnn, yes. You are a very obedient girl. Being obedient is wonderful, is it not?"

"Being obedient ..." She bit her pink lip, until it turned white just as her mind gave in to the instruction. "... is wonderful."

"You're my sex toy, Kathe. A complacent pussycat."

"I'm your sex toy.." Pleasant sigh "...a complacent pussycat."

"Your body and mind belong to me."

"My body and mind belong to you."

"Repeat that in your mind until it is recorded there, beautiful. Let's begin, grab my right foot and suck my big toe, do not hold back, I'll give you enough time to memorize every detail. You can dream of the recreation of my feet just by touching your tongue."

"Thank you, Goddess."

Kathe obediently, with her mind emptied, wrapped her wet tongue around the base of Alexa's big toe, encircling the entire length with her lips. She closed her eyes, enjoying the contrast between the texture of the skin and the smoothness of the nail. Her concentration was absolute.

Neither Kathe, nor Emily, heard Alexa's cell phone ring. The strange voice was serious and slow when it spoke.

"Pinocchio Girl."

"I listen and obey, Master."

Little did her marionettes know it was strings all the way up... and that Alexa's had just gone taut. Although this had been meant as a gift, it was time to guide the course of events, so they might reach the true promised land.

"Are you with your friends?"

"Yes, I'm with them."

"Where are they?"

"Emily is sucking my left nipple, and Kathe has the big toe of my right foot in her mouth."

"Fantastic, listen to me carefully, this is what we will do, my precious slave."