Twice Cursed Spartan Ch. 06

Brisieis was tossed onto the forest floor, a rope tied to her ankle. One of the servants was busy tying the other end of the rope to a nearby tree. Another was sprinkling the blood of a freshly killed goat around the glade where Brisieis found herself. Some blood was sprinkled on Brisieis for good measure. A wooden mace was tossed at her feet, just a sturdy branch studded with bronze nails. Briseis looked at it, puzzled.

Meleagros stood on his cart, pointing and shouting instructions. A brace of archers sat behind him on the cart, another dozen spearmen standing around. "Hide, you knuckleheads! Hide!"

The servants scurried away, leaving the dead goat next to Brisieis, who sat on the floor, naked, confused, her head still hurting from the blow that knocked her out that morning. She had woken up tied up in the back of the bumpy cart, surrounded by armed men. Instinct had told her to stay still, and quiet.

Those same men had now retreated to the safety of the trees, leaving her in a small clearing in the hilly woods that overlooked Meleagros's estate. A silence settled over the little glade, bright shafts of morning sunlight glistening on the dew-covered grass. Briseis tugged on the rope at her ankle. The knot was secured by bands of bronze, so there was no way to undo it. She could go to the tree it was tied to, towards the bows and spears of the men crouched in the brush. Running in the other direction was not possible, going to either side would bring her back to the tree and the men. The mace could not be used to cut the rope. So she sat. If she was to die as prey to some monster, so be it. A fitting sacrifice, bringing her soul maybe in better balance.

Time passed. Briseis grew thirsty and hungry. She laid on the ground, looking up at the clouds passing overhead. The men in hiding could be heard restlessly moving around, then shushed by Meleagros. Birds flew overhead, watching curiously this naked woman lying in the grass staring up at them. Did she not know of the approaching danger?

Brisieis was in a rare moment of contemplation, thinking of the foolishness of the gods and men bruising themselves against a beautiful world, when a branch snapped, and a deep hush came over the forest.

She sat up. Looking around. A shape was moving through the trees, uphill of the little troop of men. Something large was cautiously moving through the underbrush. Brisieis could hear it sniff the air. She grabbed the mace, hefting it with two hands. There was a pause, and then it stepped into the light of the small clearing, two dozen feet away from Brisieis.

It was larger than any man, eight feet tall at least, yet in the rough shape of a man, its body covered in mud-and-grass-tangled hair. At first it looked he was wearing furs, but no, that was his own hair covering every inch of his body. It had a human face, a long beard hanging from a strong and square jaw, a noble face almost.

A satyr? Thought Briseis? She had heard of such creatures, but this did not fit any of the stories she had ever been told. It looked more savage, made for violence, massively muscled, a lip curled in anger, eyes flashing. It was naked, a thick human cock swinging between its thighs, heavy balls swinging free. It approached the dead goat, sniffing the air, eyes on Brisieis.

She stood up slowly and backed away from the monster, letting the mace lower. It snatched the carcass of the goat and brought it to its mouth, sharp teeth ripping raw flesh off the bones. It munched on the bloody meat as it approached Briseis with a hunter's curiosity.

Behind her, she could hear Meleagros hiss instruction at her, urging him to hit it. Hit it! He hissed again. The giant hairy man looked over her shoulder at the sound which silenced Meleagros. The men hunched lower behind the hiding bushes. This, more than fear of death, convinced Brisieis to drop the mace.

The monster extended its hand, palm down, knuckles first. Brisieis stood still. It gently poked at her, making her sway, almost toppling her off balance such was his strength. He pulled back quickly, like a child afraid of being scolded. Briseis stood still, holding her breath. He reached for her again, this time more gently, running his rough knuckle across her shoulder, her chest. He gently teased her breast, making it bob an wobble under his giant hand. A silly smile crossed his lips. He gave her a harder push across the chest, making her stumble back and fall on her ass.

There was a brush of air and suddenly the beast man screamed, arrows studding his broad chest. With a cry the spearmen rushed at the monster, crashing forward through the underbrush that had hid them. Another volley of arrows struck him in the giant forearm he had raised to protect himself. He roared in pain and defiance, facing the oncoming spearmen.

Brisieis curled up in a ball as the men ran past her, almost trampling her. As soon as they were passed her she stood up and started scrambling back. The beast man had ripped the arrows out of his chest, throwing them at the spearmen who started to circle and surround him. He roared again, a sound so deep and feral Brisieis could feel it in her bones. He jumped forward, brushing spears away, grabbed one man by the head and flung him at the others. Another volley of arrows pinpricked his hairy back, causing him to yell in pain.

Brisieis scrambled until she was at the foot of the tree her rope was tied to. She could see Meleagros yelling orders at his half dozen archers, but no one was paying attention to her. She quickly worked the knot, freeing the rope from the tree. She gathered the rope, wrapping it around her wrist, leaving enough play so that she could move freely.

She considered running through the woods and escaping the whole mess, but something stopped her. The beast was crying in pain and rage, swatting at the spearmen, trying to dodge the intermittent volleys of arrows. Meleagros was going to get his pelt.

Brisieis crouched and circled the tree, coming upon the archers and, on the far side, Meleagros. She wrapped the rope around her fist. With a yell she was on them. She punched the closest archer in the face, sending him to the ground, stunned. Before the rest could react she kicked the next one in the chest with her heel. He crumbled, breath knocked out of him. She grabbed the bow from the third archer and used it to whip the rest. Luckily for Brisieis none of the archers were armored, so her fists and kicks were enough to send them scattering.

These were not trained warriors. They fled as this giant naked woman unleashed a whirlwind of pain and fists and mule kicks. Finally Meleagros alone remained. Briseis tightened the rope around her fist, dropping the remains of the bow she had used as a club.

"Stand back! I order you!" Shouted Meleagros.

Brisieis sneered. She stepped forward and sent a quick jab to his nose. It landed with a crunch. Blood erupted from the broken nose, and Meleagros squealed in pain. Brisieis quickly stepped around him and wrapped the rope around his neck. She pulled and tugged at the rope, tightening it, bracing herself against the thrashing and bucking of Meleagros. Finally he stopped moving. Brisieis tightened the rope just a little more, counted to three, and let him go. He fell to the ground, limp and purple-tongued.

Brisieis turned towards the chaos in the glade.

The beast-man had killed three of the spearmen already, using a bloodied leg as a club. Broken arrows stuck out of his belly and back. Blood was flowing down his chest and legs where gashes had been opened by the spearmen. He raged and swung the leg in the air, daring any of the men to come closer. Several were already losing their nerve, stepping away from this beast. He threw the leg at one spearman before leaping at another, grabbing the spear away and landing a punch that caved in the man's face, dropping him instantly.

Brisieis picked up an abandoned bow and a handful of arrows. She started to launch arrows at the spearmen. This was not her weapon of choice, and she missed more than she hit anything, holding the bow in the Scythian way, in front of her body and low, her breasts safely away from the twanging string. But the sudden appearance of a new threat was enough to send the spearmen scattering. They dropped their spears, turning from spearmen to rabbits and running for some far off shelter.

The beast-man roared after them, throwing rocks and clumps of dirt at their retreating backs. In an instant the forest was quiet and empty, the men either dead or now far away. The beast-man turned to Brisieis. She dropped the bow, showing empty hands. The monster sniffed, staggered, and fell to a knee, his injuries finally overcoming him.

Brisieis rushed to his side. She propped her shoulder under his armpit, keeping him from falling. He grunted and hissed in pain, one hand on his side where a gash bled profusely.

"You need to patch that up," she said, not knowing if he could even understand her. "Do you have a place you can rest? A home? Home?" She repeated, miming lying down as best she could while crouched under his enormous bulk. He nodded and gestured towards the hills above.

The next several minutes felt like hours. Brisieis was wedged under his arm as they made their stumbling way up the mountain, into the deeper forest. Slowly, aching step by aching step, the beast-man made it up, sometime stumbling, groaning in pain. Brisieis helped as best she could, his immense bulk like a furry mountain above her. He smelled surprisingly sweet, like flowers and fresh herbs, with a hint of musk, the sharp smell of blood under everything.

They finally made it to the banks of a small stream. He stumbled and splashed his way into it, pushing Brisieis away as he fell face down into it. She stumbled back onto the muddy edge, sitting down, catching her breath. He turned and ran water over his face, letting the cool water wash him. Blood ran from his wounds, dyeing the stream red. But then, to her astonishment, the wounds healed and closed, and within moments the stream ran clear again.

The beast-man rose to his feet and stretched, working his shoulders and neck. He turned to her. Before Brisieis could do anything he walked over to her, grabbing her leg. He looked at the rope still trailing from her ankle. He looked at her, looked at the rope. He released her leg and, delicately, pried open the bronze rings that kept it locked around her ankle. He tossed the rings and rope away before suddenly scooping Brisieis up as easily as one would a child. She yelped in surprise, and then screamed when he tossed her into the stream. She spluttered and spat out the water, sitting up in the soft current. He crouched besides her and started to pour water over her head from his cupped hands.

With gentle hands he touched her hair, hers dark brown where his was more of a lighter muddy brown. His hands started to wander more, cupping water to pour it over her, brushing mud off of her shoulders and arms. Brisieis sat still, letting him clean her and explore her body with large but gentle fingers. He seemed especially enthralled by her breasts and how they jiggled and moved when he poked them.

Brisieis felt unsure and awkward at the attention. She was more used to battle, the wrestling sands, or even a quick tumble with a fellow soldier. Someone just unabashedly staring at her, measuring her, appreciating her even, was something new.

He picked her up and carried her over to a grassy area, gently laying her down. He continued his exploration of her body, now pushing her legs apart to get a better view of what lay between. He was unashamedly staring at the swell of her sex, the thick outer lips and peeking inner ones. Brisieis grabbed hold of his wrist as his fingers started to dig a little deeper.

"Careful there," she warned.

He sat back on his haunches. Brisieis could see a rather impressive erection rising between his hairy thighs. Larger than anything she had seen or felt, for sure. He casually stroked his cock, getting it to swell to larger and stiffer proportions. Brisieis tensed up, waiting for an assault, for the shift from curious and tender to violent and demanding. Instead he just sat back, stroking his cock, looking a bit confused, as if unable to sort his thoughts about the situation.

And also,... Brisieis noticed a change in his smell. New odors, sweet and spicy, rose from him. Tiny flowers had appeared at the tip of some of the hair covering his chest and back, tiny white and yellow flowers the size of a pin head. It was such an unexpected and delightful transformation that Brisieis gasped. This was no man-beast, but the virile expression of the Earth Goddess herself, surely.

Maybe it was the scent, maybe it was the charming confusion on his face, maybe a need to feel alive again after so many days wanting to die. Brisieis moved, letting instinct more than thought guide her, letting her body speak for once. She sat up and placed her hand on his giant chest, pushing him gently down until they had reversed positions, he on his back and her crouched besides him.

She trailed her hand down the soft hair of his chest and belly, brushing the tiny flowers and releasing more of the sweet smell of them. Her hand bumped against the tip of his cock. She held it, her fingers not able to ring the shaft fully. She started a gentle stroking motion, moving the dark foreskin back and forth over the lighter bulb at the tip of his cock. He moaned a question, as if confused by what was happening. Brisieis spent a few moments just staring and touching this enormous cock, mixed feelings rising inside of her. Fear, but also a dark and deep need to feel this inside of her.

In a move she had done many times, though usually after defeating the women in the sandy wrestling gym, she slung her legs over his shoulders to bring her pussy close to his face. His eyes opened with surprise. Keeping the rhythm with her one hand on his cock, she used the other to open up her sex to his eyes. Her lips were getting rough with new stubble, a shadow over her lips and mound. But she opened herself to his eyes, revealing the wet pinkness, the folds of flesh that hid a darker inside. She let a finger drift, tease, open herself further, spreading her flowing juices around. He sniffed, hungrily inhaling her musk. His hips bucked under her hand. HIs cock grew slick with his pre-cum, an impressive amount flowing under her fingers as she continued her stroking.

She slid down his chest until the tip of his cock bumped against her ass. She used her hand to guide the swollen tip of it towards the now slick entrance of her pussy. There was pressure as her pussy tried to remember the old ways of receiving. Finally, with an exhale, Brisieis relaxed and swallowed the first inch. That cock was so thick it took a few seconds to relax again to allow the next inch. The monster below her was breathing hard, laying rock still, little moans pulled from his lips. Brisieis sat further down, wincing a bit as her pussy finally took in his full length and girth. She had to sit still for a second, ass resting on his thighs as her whole body was ringing from the pain and pleasure of being so full.

She thank the gods for making her such a large woman. Anyone smaller might not have been able to take the girth of that monster cock. Though for the first time she felt so small compared to this new lover. This mountain of a beast-man that laid beneath her.

She started to move her hips, first gently rocking to ease the ache of her stretched open pussy. And then a bit up and down, an inch or so each time, because that ache felt so deliciously good, a razor cut of pain in a sea of bliss. The monster underneath her clutched at the ground, digging his fingers into the soft soil. Brisieis sat on her heels, her feet on his thighs. Her hands were resting on his broad chest, his body a flowered hill from which sprouted a monstrous cock. A cock she rode, lifting her hips higher, sliding down faster. Her breasts were swinging and knocking together, nipples little tingling bits of lighting. She needed them kneaded, touched, pinched, but the beast man was lying still underneath her. She sat further up and took hold of her own breasts, mashing them together, pinching her nipples to trigger yet more flashes of warm electricity.

She didn't know how long her thighs were going to last, squatting like this over his cock. It didn't matter, her pussy had other idea. It clenched and spasmed, sending shockwaves of pleasure. An orgasm, then another, and another, split her mind open. It was all the tension and the shame and the pain and the hurt of the last few days, the tight ball of tears that had clenched around her heart that finally released and let go. She cried out, tears flowing down her cheeks. She collapsed on his chest, sobbing, crying out in pleasure as his cock still twitched and throbbed inside of her. Finally she laughed, an almost hysterical release, a panting, crying release. His cock slipped out, releasing her pussy, releasing her from the torrent of emotions that had been unleashed. She slid off of him and onto the grassy earth besides him.

He had other ideas. He rolled over onto her, guiding his cock back into her still wet and open pussy. He had not cum yet, but he knew instinctively how to relieve the tension in his balls. Brisieis gasped at the sudden re-entry. He was a mass above her now, her legs pried open so far that she had to pull her knees up, letting him in even deeper. His arms were besides her head, above her a roof of soft hair and blooming flowers, the sound of thunderous breathing in her ears. And in her, a cock, so thick, so long, it felt like it filled her entire being, leaving no room for thought. A pistoning pleasure that erased all other feelings or thoughts. She came again, and again when finally he spurted inside of her, grunting mightily, filling her insides with a hot wetness that spilled out and covered her thighs.

He rolled over and off of her. The release was almost as intense as the penetration, the slurp of suction as his thick cock was suddenly released from the wet sleeve of her pussy. Briseis rolled over, curling up, shaking from the physical and emotional release. No more wish of dying, just enormous sadness and the need to make it right. The need to live to be able to make it right.

She was about to get up again when she caught his eye. He was crouching next to her, barely breathing hard anymore. He was sporting an erection again, which he clutched in one large hand. With a smile he grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her to him, her back to his chest. One large hand went to her tits, the other guided her hips to his cock, fumbled, slipped around until he found her pussy again. This time it was he who was squatting, holding her against this chest, as he moved her body up and down his cock.

Brisieis tried to struggle, but without any luck. His huge hands, on her hip and chest, held her close, moving her up and down on his massive erection. There was no pain from the penetration, her pussy, wet and opened already, slurped the thick cock in. That fullness again, those overwhelming feelings as the cock slid in and out. A touch of panic at the strength that held her, of knowing that he could break her in half without effort. The thrill of riding that danger, of surrendering to the fear so that it became a extra flame around the blaze that was her cunt.

Surrender was a new emotion for Brisieis, but she found so much relief in it, so much to let go, that she leaned back into his chest and let him take her. She surrendered into the feelings and the pleasure and the orgasms that swelled and crested, over and over again, as his thick cock opened her and sliced into her, as her warm pussy found extra inches to accept.

Finally he grunted and came again, this time slipping out of her to arc his sperm into the air and onto the ground. Brisieis had a moment to be astonished by the amount and force of that last ejaculation, before the beast-man collapsed to the ground, holding her still. He curled up, holding her in his arms and petting her hair as one would do to a puppy. A tired, emotionally exhausted, sore-pussied puppy.

"Thank you", he murmured.

Brisieis gasped in shock.

*

"My name is Enkidu," said the beast man. "I think I was dead."

He was sitting under a tree, leaning against it. Brisieis was trying to ignore the creeping cold as the sun set over the distant mountains, lengthening the shadows in the darkening woods.

"Or I am Enkidu's son. The memories are hard to grasp.." He waved his hand in front of his face, as if he could catch them.

Brisieis had noted that he seemed less hairy. The flowers had bloomed and fallen off, taking with them the hair from which they had sprouted. He seemed now more like a giant, enormous, hairy man, less the man-beast he had seemed earlier. His beard was still lush, but his face more framed by it than covered. He had a regal air to him, handsome, strong jawed, with a dark and slightly exotic look to Brisieis' eyes. A king.

"How do you speak now, or why didn't you speak before?" Asked Brisieis.

"I didn't know how," he said with a sad grin. "It was thanks to you that I became... less wild. Thanks to..." he waved his hands towards the patch of grass where the signs of their encounter could still be seen, then to Brisieis' cum splattered thighs.

"You said... you were dead?" Brisieies asked, bewildered.

Enkidu took a moment to think, resting his head against the tree.

"I was created many, many years ago. Before you Greeks knew your name. The goddess Aruru molded me out of clay and water, and breathed life into me. That I know, for it is a knowing that sits in my heart. I had many adventures, and a friend, a great friend. I died, and was buried. But..." he trailed off, confusion on his face, his brow knitting as he struggled to seize his thoughts. "But I am here. I remember the darkness of the earth, but I was molded from the earth, so that was great comfort. I was... the thought of a goddess, her breath too. Unformed. And then a new thought formed me, a great snake pulling me out of the earth, a goddess shaping my limbs again, and I was not earth anymore and I was a man. Or near to one, at least." He wiped the fur on his legs smooth.

"How long ago was this?"

"My creation?"

"your... second creation."

"I know not. Time is confusing. A breath of the earth can last lifetimes, or erase a city in seconds. I have seen dozens of sunrises. But time and the gods is a funny thing...."

Brisieis curled up, hugging her knees to her chest. She shivered, exhausted. The last few days caught up to her.

Enkidu noticed. He got up and moved closer, laying on his side and curling up around her. He pulled her against his chest. She let him, not having much of a choice. His warmth and soft fur were a welcome protection against the cold of the night. He smelled of flowers and damp earth. She rested her head against his arm, feeling her eyelids fall despite the confusion that swirled in her head, and heart.

"But why are you here, now?" She murmured. "Why has a goddess brought you back?"

"For you, of course," he replied. But she was already asleep.