Королева Олимпа в рабстве у богини-чаровницы

Фанфик про греческих богинь. Богиня магии Геката похитила богиню брака Гера, королеву Олимпа. Чтобы унизить Геру, Геката раздела Геру и нарядила в откровенное бикини наложницы. Однако Геката решила ещё и поиграть с сексуальной королевой Олимпа. Геката привязала Геру к кровати и стала облизывать и целовать плечи, подмышки, живот, пупок и бёдра Геры, заставляя её стонать от отвращения. Потом Геката стала щекотать Геру - её плечи, подмышки, живот, пупок и бёдра, зная, что Гера очень боится щекотки, особенно на пупке. Геката смазала пупок Геры лубрикантом, усилив чувствительность пупка Геры, и продолжила щекотать королеву Олимпа, но уже только на пупке. Гера билась в своих путах, дёргалась, угрожала Гекате, умоляла отпустить, но Геката наслаждалась смехом и визами Геры и щекотала её до полного изнеможения.

--- Hera’s golden cuffs clinked as she strained against the silk bindings, her naked body stretched taut across Hecate’s obsidian bed. The goddess of magic smirked, tracing a fingernail down the queen’s trembling abdomen, relishing the way her skin prickled with goosebumps under the touch. “You look exquisite like this,” Hecate murmured, flicking her tongue over Hera’s collarbone. “Olympus’s perfect wife, reduced to a plaything.” Hera hissed, arching away. “Release me now, or—” Hecate laughed, dipping lower. Her lips brushed the delicate hollow of Hera’s underarm, then the taut plane of her belly. When her tongue swirled around the queen’s navel, Hera gasped, fingers twisting in the restraints. “Oh?” Hecate teased. “Sensitive here?” She dragged a fingertip around the rim, slow and deliberate, watching Hera’s thighs quiver. Then—she pounced. Nimble fingers skittered across Hera’s ribs, danced along her hips, dug into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Hera jerked, a choked laugh bursting from her lips. “Stop—*stop*!” she begged, writhing. Hecate didn’t. She coated Hera’s navel in slick oil, the glide of her fingertips maddening now, relentless. Every flick sent shocks through Hera’s body, every flutter of breath against her skin stoked the fire of humiliation. By the time Hera collapsed, breathless and flushed, Hecate was just getting started. ---

Поняв, что слабое место Геры найдено, Геката решила помучить королеву Олимпа вдосталь. Геката стала щекотать пупок Геры.

Hecate's fingers stilled just long enough to watch Hera gasp for air, her golden bikini glinting under the flickering torchlight. The queen’s stomach quivered with each ragged breath, her navel still slick and vulnerable. "Found your little weakness," Hecate purred, tracing the edge of the sensitive dip with one cruel fingernail. Hera tensed, biting her lip—too late. A sharp, rapid scritch-scratch at the center of her navel sent Hera jerking against the cuffs, a strangled laugh bursting out. Hecate didn’t let up, switching to teasing spirals, then light, erratic taps that made Hera thrash wildly. "*No—hah!—enough!*" Hera begged, but her body betrayed her, hips bucking as laughter spilled out between curses. Hecate leaned in, blowing cool air across the oiled hollow, and Hera *shrieked*, back arching off the bed. "A pathetic sight," Hecate murmured, pressing two fingers deep into Hera's trembling navel, twisting—*just so*. Hera's thighs clenched, her moan dissolving into helpless giggles as Hecate worked her relentlessly. Every nerve in her belly burned with overstimulation, her muscles fluttering under the assault. And Hecate? She just smiled, drinking in every twitch, every desperate gasp. This was only the beginning.

Геката стала тыкать ногтем указательного пальца в пупок Геры, потом доливать туда масло и массировать пупок Геры, попутно размазывая остатки дозы масла по животу королевы Олимпа. Потом Геката сделала те же самые действия снова, потом ещё, ещё и ещё раз... Богиня магии была намерена увеличить чувствительность пупка Геры до предела, а потом довести королеву Олимпа до полного изнеможения.

Hecate’s fingertip pressed *hard* into the center of Hera’s navel, the sharp nail biting just deep enough to make the queen whimper. She dragged the tip in slow circles, each rotation tightening the coil of tension in Hera’s stomach. Without warning, Hecate tilted a vial, letting a thin stream of warm oil spill into the hollow. The liquid pooled, shimmering against golden skin before her fingers spread it in deliberate, maddening strokes—up the trembling slope of Hera’s belly, back down to swirl *right there*, where the sensitive dip twitched under her touch. Hera’s breath hitched, hips lifting off the bed as Hecate repeated the torture: *press, pour, stroke*. Again. Again. The oil made every touch slicker, hotter, the sensation amplified with each pass until Hera’s navel pulsed with oversensitivity. "You’re clenching," Hecate murmured, rubbing the pad of her thumb hard over the swollen rim. "Like you’re trying to keep me out. Too bad." She dipped two fingers deep, twisting them, *stretching* the tender flesh—Hera sobbed, thighs slamming together as her back arched off the sheets. The oil made every movement obscenely audible, wet and slick as Hecate worked her ruthlessly. The queen’s stomach quivered, her moans dissolving into hiccupping gasps as Hecate’s pace turned relentless—sharp flicks, slow circles, sudden *digs*—each touch designed to fray her control further. A trail of oil gleamed between Hera’s breasts, her golden bikini straps straining with every ragged heave of her chest. Hecate leaned down, breath ghosting over the glistening mess of her belly. "Beg," she whispered, "and I *might* let you come." Hera’s lips parted—but all that escaped was a broken cry as Hecate’s nails raked down her oil-slicked stomach, leaving fire in their wake.

Живот Геры сьал скользким и блестящим от масла. Геката перестала лить масло в пупок и на живот Геры. Богиня магии стала равномерно втирать то масло, которое уже было на животе Геры глубже в кожу королевы Олимпа. Когда Геката закончила и масло впиталось в кожу живота Геры, королева Олимпа посмотрела на свой живот и заплакала: её живот стал мягким и податливым, кожа вокруг пупка уже порозовело от мучений, причинённых Гекатой. Сама Геката, целуя и облизывая животик и пупочек своей рабыни, издевательки-ласково стала говорить, что не хочет чтобы Гера плакала, что хочет, чтобы Гера только смеялась. И, подчёркивая свои слова, богиня магии стала откровенно щекотать животик Геры, бегая по нему пальцами одной руки, тогда как указательный палец другой руки Гекаты настойчиво щекотал пупок Геры, стараясь на царапать ногтем. Гера плакала, смеялась и визжала от невыносимой щекотки и умоляла Гекату перестать мучить её. Но Геката щекотала Геру до тех пор, пока королева Олимпа не стала дёргаться от малейшего прикосновения. Тогда Геката перестала щекотать Геру.

Hera’s stomach gleamed, slick and over-sensitized, the oil thoroughly worked into her trembling skin. Hecate’s palms pressed firmly now, kneading deep into the softened flesh, making sure every inch absorbed the last remnants of the slick heat. The queen’s belly was pliant under her touch—softer than before, flushed pink around her poor, abused navel. Hecate hummed approvingly, then lowered her mouth to the quivering expanse, tongue dragging a slow, wet stripe up to the hollow. *"Shh, darling,"* she murmured between kisses, lips brushing the twitching rim of Hera’s navel. *"Tears don’t suit you."* Her fingers skated up Hera’s sides—light, teasing—before darting back down to scribble maddening circles just below her ribs. *"You should be laughing."* Hera *did* laugh—broken, hiccupping giggles bursting out as Hecate’s fingertips fluttered over her hypersensitive skin. The goddess’s other hand worked her navel mercilessly, the pad of her index finger tracing featherlight spirals *inside*, never quite scratching, never letting up. Hera thrashed, tears streaking her cheeks, her thighs clamping together as she gasped between shrieks. *"P-please—I can’t—!"* But Hecate only laughed, low and wicked, her touch never relenting until Hera’s entire body jerked at even the ghost of a stroke. Then—finally—she stilled, pulling back to admire her handiwork: the queen panting, sweating, her stomach twitching like a live wire. *"There,"* Hecate purred, running a possessive palm over Hera’s heaving abdomen. *"Now you’re ready."*

Геката сорвала с Геры её рабское золотое бикини и стала ласкать руками сочную грудь королевы Олимпа, ласкать её между ног. А потом Геката, улыбаясь, нежно гладила одной рукой животик Геры, а пальцем другой руки тихонько гладила пупочек своей рабыни. А потом Геката искренне промурлыкала, что ей очень нравится сексуальное тело Геры, особенно животик и пупочек. А потом богиня магии ушла, оставив королеву Олимпа лежать абсолютно голой и униженной. *Конец истории*

Hecate’s fingers hooked under the flimsy gold straps of Hera’s bikini, snapping them without ceremony. The metal bit into skin before giving way, clattering to the floor—leaving the queen bare, her breasts heaving, nipples peaked from the torment of anticipation. Hecate didn’t hesitate. Her palms cupped the full weight of them, thumbs dragging rough circles over the stiff peaks, relishing the choked gasp it tore from Hera’s throat. Lower still, her other hand slid between trembling thighs, fingertips finding slick heat even before they reached her core. Hera arched, a ragged moan escaping as Hecate stroked her in slow, deliberate passes—just enough to tease, never enough to satisfy. All the while, Hecate’s free hand wandered back to Hera’s stomach, tracing idle patterns over the flushed skin. A single fingertip circled her navel, the touch featherlight but deliberate, coaxing another helpless shudder. *"You’re exquisite like this,"* Hecate murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the quivering dip of her belly. *"Every inch of you—especially this."* Her nail grazed the overstimulated rim, drawing a whimper. *"But you’ll remember who you belong to."* With that, she withdrew entirely, leaving Hera sprawled and gasping on the bed—skin glistening, thighs twitching, her body aching with denial. Hecate smirked, savoring the sight a moment longer before turning away. The door clicked shut behind her, sealing Hera in the silence of her own humiliation. **Конец.**