Thaleia.
Then, suddenly, unlike Zeus, Apollo withdrew, and stood there at the foot of his sleeping couch, panting. Then he said, “Argeia, your sister is here.”
“What, lord?” Argeia said, wildly. Thaleia could see that she wanted to turn around, but was stopping herself from doing so, perhaps because Apollo had told her not to. Thaleia, sure that it was merely a dream, and that she could do nothing, simply stood there.
“You may come and sit on the side of the couch and speak to her. You will not be able to see her, and she may not speak, for she may not be here on Olympus in visible or audible form, but I will be able to tell you what she is thinking.”
Argeia did as the god had bid, and Thaleia looked into her sister’s face, grateful despite the strangeness of the manner, for the sight of her.
“Thaleia is grateful that I have brought her here in her dream. She loves you, Argeia,” said the god.
“I love you, too,” whispered Argeia, her eyes desperately trying to find Thaleia, but in vain. “Are you alright?”
Thaleia looked at Apollo, but it seemed even the god could not see her, but only feel her presence. Yes! she thought. I have my Spartans, because of you!
“Thaleia is very much alright, and she wants to thank you for asking for my help. She loves her Spartans already, and she knows that you sent them.”
Argeia smiled. “I love you, Thaleia,” she said.
“Say goodbye now,” said Apollo. “Thaleia is about to wake, I think.”
“Goodbye,” said Argeia.
Goodbye, thought Thaleia, and then she woke and found herself again upon Theoleon’s strong back.
She heard the spear-brothers talking to one another as they continued their run.
“Chastise first,” Theoleon was saying. He was not out of breath, but Thaleia had already learned that he never said more than he must to make his point.
“To let her know what is in store if she doesn’t obey us completely,” Leontes continued, as if the two were speaking with a single mouth that voiced words from a single mind.
“Together.”
“But, Theoleon,” said Leontes, “it still leaves the problem.”
What were they talking about?
“Cast lots,” Theoleon said.
“Agreed,” replied Leontes. “And the other one gets the bottom, right?”
“Punish her there?”
“Oh, definitely. She needs a taste of real Spartan discipline.”
“You’ll plug the bottom and have it,” Theoleon said.
“If her cunt falls to you,” finished Leontes.
Listening to them was like a dream that was somehow both a nightmare and a lovely fantasy, it seemed to Thaleia. These astonishing Spartan warriors wanted her body so much that they were negotiating for her charms separately. The thought made her wet with desire, but at the same time the shame of it nearly overwhelmed her as well. For an Olympian goddess to be parceled out to the cocks of mortal men seemed a dishonor she could never have conceived before she had chosen to be broken there in Zeus’ palace.
Though she had been taken now by so many men in so many ways, only Zeus had taken her bottom. Now it was to be assigned by lot, to one of these warriors to be enjoyed here in the lands of men for the first time. She felt her body quiver with the shame of it, and yet at the same time she felt again the curse of Eros. If she could only speak of these matters, she would fall on her knees and beg them to divide her up between them and do the deeds of Eros with her in every lewd way they could imagine.
“What hour is it?” she asked, to let them know she was awake.
“You are awake,” Leontes said. “That is good. I will shift you to my back for the final part of our journey.”
“Of course,” Thaleia said.
They stopped their course and set her down, and they all drank some water from the Spartans’ waterskins.
“Where are we bound?” Thaleia asked.
“Spartan guest-friend, outside Megara, for the night,” Theoleon said.
“You must expect,” Leontes said gravely, “that we
Then, suddenly, unlike Zeus, Apollo withdrew, and stood there at the foot of his sleeping couch, panting. Then he said, “Argeia, your sister is here.”
“What, lord?” Argeia said, wildly. Thaleia could see that she wanted to turn around, but was stopping herself from doing so, perhaps because Apollo had told her not to. Thaleia, sure that it was merely a dream, and that she could do nothing, simply stood there.
“You may come and sit on the side of the couch and speak to her. You will not be able to see her, and she may not speak, for she may not be here on Olympus in visible or audible form, but I will be able to tell you what she is thinking.”
Argeia did as the god had bid, and Thaleia looked into her sister’s face, grateful despite the strangeness of the manner, for the sight of her.
“Thaleia is grateful that I have brought her here in her dream. She loves you, Argeia,” said the god.
“I love you, too,” whispered Argeia, her eyes desperately trying to find Thaleia, but in vain. “Are you alright?”
Thaleia looked at Apollo, but it seemed even the god could not see her, but only feel her presence. Yes! she thought. I have my Spartans, because of you!
“Thaleia is very much alright, and she wants to thank you for asking for my help. She loves her Spartans already, and she knows that you sent them.”
Argeia smiled. “I love you, Thaleia,” she said.
“Say goodbye now,” said Apollo. “Thaleia is about to wake, I think.”
“Goodbye,” said Argeia.
Goodbye, thought Thaleia, and then she woke and found herself again upon Theoleon’s strong back.
She heard the spear-brothers talking to one another as they continued their run.
“Chastise first,” Theoleon was saying. He was not out of breath, but Thaleia had already learned that he never said more than he must to make his point.
“To let her know what is in store if she doesn’t obey us completely,” Leontes continued, as if the two were speaking with a single mouth that voiced words from a single mind.
“Together.”
“But, Theoleon,” said Leontes, “it still leaves the problem.”
What were they talking about?
“Cast lots,” Theoleon said.
“Agreed,” replied Leontes. “And the other one gets the bottom, right?”
“Punish her there?”
“Oh, definitely. She needs a taste of real Spartan discipline.”
“You’ll plug the bottom and have it,” Theoleon said.
“If her cunt falls to you,” finished Leontes.
Listening to them was like a dream that was somehow both a nightmare and a lovely fantasy, it seemed to Thaleia. These astonishing Spartan warriors wanted her body so much that they were negotiating for her charms separately. The thought made her wet with desire, but at the same time the shame of it nearly overwhelmed her as well. For an Olympian goddess to be parceled out to the cocks of mortal men seemed a dishonor she could never have conceived before she had chosen to be broken there in Zeus’ palace.
Though she had been taken now by so many men in so many ways, only Zeus had taken her bottom. Now it was to be assigned by lot, to one of these warriors to be enjoyed here in the lands of men for the first time. She felt her body quiver with the shame of it, and yet at the same time she felt again the curse of Eros. If she could only speak of these matters, she would fall on her knees and beg them to divide her up between them and do the deeds of Eros with her in every lewd way they could imagine.
“What hour is it?” she asked, to let them know she was awake.
“You are awake,” Leontes said. “That is good. I will shift you to my back for the final part of our journey.”
“Of course,” Thaleia said.
They stopped their course and set her down, and they all drank some water from the Spartans’ waterskins.
“Where are we bound?” Thaleia asked.
“Spartan guest-friend, outside Megara, for the night,” Theoleon said.
“You must expect,” Leontes said gravely, “that we
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