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unsaid. Finally, Linus found something that might offer
comfort. "She hasn't seen you ... yet. Perhaps you will
accomplish what you must, then can return home with your
cherished pride intact."
The light sarcasm of Linus's words went unnoticed. Adrian
was strutting again, trying to avoid the table by the window
where a few rays of moonlight that managed to cut through
the skyline skimmed across the drawings. Pages and pages of
the sweet Taryn, naked and exposed, submissive yet still in
control, demanding that the man mounting her please her
before himself.
Linus unlocked the chest and lifted the top. "You could
have requested I send her away when she came about the
job."
Adrian had reminded himself of that many times but knew
provided with the opportunity he would make the same choice
again. Taryn was out of his life, but she would never be out of
his blood or heart. The images of them together were not
simply a part of his mind, but his soul as well.
Turning away, Linus began putting away the clothing
Adrian had insisted he bring over from the small apartment
they'd been given upon arriving. "Do not think so little of
yourself. She is here too, also torn from home, working as
you are. And, most likely, battling with ditactes as well." He
paused, catching Adrian's gaze before continuing, "She is
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working for you. The Fates make no mistakes. There must be
a rea "
"There were not enough men in Greece for her to charm
into her bed, that is the reason. She had come here to fuck
every man who crosses her path."
"Rumours," Linus muttered, reaching into the chest for
another pile of clothing. "Don't listen."
"I have seen her play with her charms with my own eyes.
In Greece and here."
"Here, you have seen what you yourself have asked of
her."
"I only told her to go through the motions of sex."
Frustration deepened his voice as he thought about both
Taryn and his predicament with the Fates. "The job does not
require that she enjoy it."
It was Linus's turn to scoff. "If you are thinking a woman
like Taryn would allow herself to be mounted and used like
some common slave, you do have a lesson to learn."
* * * *
After paying the fee to enter On the Rocks, an exclusive
Hollywood club her new friend, Kate, had given her an
invitation to, Taryn shouldered through the unruly, weekend
crowd, sliding easily between two slim brunettes wearing skin
tight dresses. The women cast her sharp glances, but
accustomed to such hostile looks, she tipped her head away
and scanned the masses of the city she'd been sent to be part
of. Three weeks in L.A. and, although she'd acclimated herself
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to many things, she still baulked at the notion that she
needed to learn a lesson.
Still, day by day she adjusted. And thanks to the recent
employment she'd found, one could even say that she was
thriving. She wondered, not for the first time, if her sisters
would be delighted to know she had been reduced to using
her legendary beauty to earn money instead of using it to
seduce every man in her path and arrogantly adding to her
ever-growing list of conquests as she did so.
The sense of confidence she enjoyed as a result of being
able to care for herself had little effect on her level of
frustration. The things she had been required to do since
arriving never would she have been able to predict such
degradation.
Moving with the heavy music, Taryn made her way past a
crowd of college boys clustered around a television hanging
from the wall. Their shouts were barely audible over the
thunderous beats blasting from huge speakers surrounding
the lighted dance floor. She glanced at the group, but quickly
moved on, intent on two things: getting a glass of wine and
finding a secluded spot to wait the twenty-five minutes until
Kate would arrive.
Thankfully, wine hadn't changed over the centuries, so the
man distributing the drinks would be able to provide her with
a satisfying carafe.
Except for their odd clothing, the people were similar to
those she had left behind. Men drank, shouted and vied for
the attention of the women. Women laughed, pretended to
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ignore the men, yet at the same time arranged themselves in
welcoming pairs or even wandered off alone.
But there were no men she wanted to attract. None of
them looked as though they could protect her, very few even
looked as though they'd be able to swing a sword higher than
she could.
Across the room, a narrow shouldered man in a plaid shirt
smiled as he tried to catch her attention. Abruptly, before he
might think she had an interest in him, she turned away and
worked herself closer to the man serving drinks, only to
connect with yet another pair of curious eyes.
Her gaze fell, skimming across a squat man with hands so
square and stout he looked as though he ploughed fields from
dawn until dusk. Again, knowing that if she gave him even a
glimmer of hope she would pay the hefty price, she broke the
brief contact by shifting in another direction.
What use did she have for such men? What did they have
to offer her?
Nothing.
Before being cast away from home by the Oracle's dictate,
she'd cherished her large breasts and glossy blonde hair,
thought her taut ass and firm legs made her better than the
women around her. But now, after endless submissions to
every male who fancied her, and tired of being groped
awkwardly and rammed into by men who thought she should
thank them for fucking her, she almost wished she possessed
an ordinary body.
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That was the point though, wasn't it? Her reason for being
cast away from her beautiful home and forced to live in this
place.
Ever since her arrival, she had followed the Oracle's horrid
decree: she must not approach a man and request he make
love to her, yet she must submit to all men who made the
request of her. After spreading her legs countless times over
the past weeks, she was starting to ponder what would
happen if she didn't allow herself to be mounted by all who
wish to use her body?
Each forced coupling served as a reminder of what she had
thrown away, a man who
No.
Thoughts of him were too difficult.
Painful.
Those memories of his tender touch, strong love-making
and vigorous conversation she would do well to bury them
deep inside her heart.
There was no way to know what she had given up by
conceitedly rejecting Adrian's confession of love, she only
knew what would not happen if she ignored the dictate she
would not return to Greece.
Aside from losing Adrian, she could think of nothing worse
than being kept from her beloved home and family. She even
longed to see her sisters, though they had been the ones who
tricked her into seeking her fate from The Oracle. But she
accepted now, they had not known of the cruel dictate and
what it would demand of her.
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unsaid. Finally, Linus found something that might offer
comfort. "She hasn't seen you ... yet. Perhaps you will
accomplish what you must, then can return home with your
cherished pride intact."
The light sarcasm of Linus's words went unnoticed. Adrian
was strutting again, trying to avoid the table by the window
where a few rays of moonlight that managed to cut through
the skyline skimmed across the drawings. Pages and pages of
the sweet Taryn, naked and exposed, submissive yet still in
control, demanding that the man mounting her please her
before himself.
Linus unlocked the chest and lifted the top. "You could
have requested I send her away when she came about the
job."
Adrian had reminded himself of that many times but knew
provided with the opportunity he would make the same choice
again. Taryn was out of his life, but she would never be out of
his blood or heart. The images of them together were not
simply a part of his mind, but his soul as well.
Turning away, Linus began putting away the clothing
Adrian had insisted he bring over from the small apartment
they'd been given upon arriving. "Do not think so little of
yourself. She is here too, also torn from home, working as
you are. And, most likely, battling with ditactes as well." He
paused, catching Adrian's gaze before continuing, "She is
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working for you. The Fates make no mistakes. There must be
a rea "
"There were not enough men in Greece for her to charm
into her bed, that is the reason. She had come here to fuck
every man who crosses her path."
"Rumours," Linus muttered, reaching into the chest for
another pile of clothing. "Don't listen."
"I have seen her play with her charms with my own eyes.
In Greece and here."
"Here, you have seen what you yourself have asked of
her."
"I only told her to go through the motions of sex."
Frustration deepened his voice as he thought about both
Taryn and his predicament with the Fates. "The job does not
require that she enjoy it."
It was Linus's turn to scoff. "If you are thinking a woman
like Taryn would allow herself to be mounted and used like
some common slave, you do have a lesson to learn."
* * * *
After paying the fee to enter On the Rocks, an exclusive
Hollywood club her new friend, Kate, had given her an
invitation to, Taryn shouldered through the unruly, weekend
crowd, sliding easily between two slim brunettes wearing skin
tight dresses. The women cast her sharp glances, but
accustomed to such hostile looks, she tipped her head away
and scanned the masses of the city she'd been sent to be part
of. Three weeks in L.A. and, although she'd acclimated herself
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to many things, she still baulked at the notion that she
needed to learn a lesson.
Still, day by day she adjusted. And thanks to the recent
employment she'd found, one could even say that she was
thriving. She wondered, not for the first time, if her sisters
would be delighted to know she had been reduced to using
her legendary beauty to earn money instead of using it to
seduce every man in her path and arrogantly adding to her
ever-growing list of conquests as she did so.
The sense of confidence she enjoyed as a result of being
able to care for herself had little effect on her level of
frustration. The things she had been required to do since
arriving never would she have been able to predict such
degradation.
Moving with the heavy music, Taryn made her way past a
crowd of college boys clustered around a television hanging
from the wall. Their shouts were barely audible over the
thunderous beats blasting from huge speakers surrounding
the lighted dance floor. She glanced at the group, but quickly
moved on, intent on two things: getting a glass of wine and
finding a secluded spot to wait the twenty-five minutes until
Kate would arrive.
Thankfully, wine hadn't changed over the centuries, so the
man distributing the drinks would be able to provide her with
a satisfying carafe.
Except for their odd clothing, the people were similar to
those she had left behind. Men drank, shouted and vied for
the attention of the women. Women laughed, pretended to
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ignore the men, yet at the same time arranged themselves in
welcoming pairs or even wandered off alone.
But there were no men she wanted to attract. None of
them looked as though they could protect her, very few even
looked as though they'd be able to swing a sword higher than
she could.
Across the room, a narrow shouldered man in a plaid shirt
smiled as he tried to catch her attention. Abruptly, before he
might think she had an interest in him, she turned away and
worked herself closer to the man serving drinks, only to
connect with yet another pair of curious eyes.
Her gaze fell, skimming across a squat man with hands so
square and stout he looked as though he ploughed fields from
dawn until dusk. Again, knowing that if she gave him even a
glimmer of hope she would pay the hefty price, she broke the
brief contact by shifting in another direction.
What use did she have for such men? What did they have
to offer her?
Nothing.
Before being cast away from home by the Oracle's dictate,
she'd cherished her large breasts and glossy blonde hair,
thought her taut ass and firm legs made her better than the
women around her. But now, after endless submissions to
every male who fancied her, and tired of being groped
awkwardly and rammed into by men who thought she should
thank them for fucking her, she almost wished she possessed
an ordinary body.
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That was the point though, wasn't it? Her reason for being
cast away from her beautiful home and forced to live in this
place.
Ever since her arrival, she had followed the Oracle's horrid
decree: she must not approach a man and request he make
love to her, yet she must submit to all men who made the
request of her. After spreading her legs countless times over
the past weeks, she was starting to ponder what would
happen if she didn't allow herself to be mounted by all who
wish to use her body?
Each forced coupling served as a reminder of what she had
thrown away, a man who
No.
Thoughts of him were too difficult.
Painful.
Those memories of his tender touch, strong love-making
and vigorous conversation she would do well to bury them
deep inside her heart.
There was no way to know what she had given up by
conceitedly rejecting Adrian's confession of love, she only
knew what would not happen if she ignored the dictate she
would not return to Greece.
Aside from losing Adrian, she could think of nothing worse
than being kept from her beloved home and family. She even
longed to see her sisters, though they had been the ones who
tricked her into seeking her fate from The Oracle. But she
accepted now, they had not known of the cruel dictate and
what it would demand of her.
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