A God Called Bruce Pt. 02

I put some cherries and a bowl of water out for Kia and called her. She manifested in front of me. I suppose now that I knew her name she felt it no longer necessary to pretend she was just a fawn. Fawn or magical being, she still wanted her scratchies though. She munched her cherries with obvious delight. I played with her for a little while after she finished eating when Demeter turned up.

"Come with me, we want to talk to you," she said without greeting. Before I had time to wonder who we was she grabbed my hand and I found myself in a room with her, Hera and Hestia. Three Roman divans had been arranged in a triangle around a low table. A bowl laden with fruit some glasses and a pitcher were arranged in a pleasing pattern.

"Sit down, have some wine, we want to talk to you," said Hera, filling my glass from the pitcher.

I was shitting bricks. Three Goddesses had summoned me. Two of them I had screwed, the third had given me a hand job. Hestia saw my discomfort. She sat next to me, kissed my cheek and said. "Relax Alec, this is not a court martial, we just want to talk."

Hera took the lead.

"Hestia tells us you told her that you know a surgeon that might be able to help with her condition. She didn't know what to do and came to us for advice. What can you tell us about it?"

I told them what I knew about the surgical procedures used to correct severely constricted vaginas, but that it depended on an examination to determine which procedure was applicable and with what degree of success. I could see they weren't exactly following much of what I was saying, which was perhaps not surprising since they knew little of surgery.

"So what exactly does this friend of yours actually do?"

This question of Hera's irked me for some reason. I had been so careful in explaining everything and they didn't seem to understand. Besides, I was still pissed off at them for throwing such a scare into me. Risking the wrath of three Goddesses I bellowed: "He takes useless twats and makes them fuckable."

That got through with a bang. I expected fireworks. Instead, all three burst out laughing. When they had quietened down Hera said, "I asked for that," and giggled some more.

They asked some more questions but it was easy going after that. Eventually Hera said: "That is all we need to know for now, you can go home."

"What ... three beautiful horny women and I have to go home without as much as a hand job?" I was being a prick.

"That does it," said Hera.

As if on command Hera and Demeter grabbed me, ripped my clothes off and pinned me on the divan, Hera holding my arms down, Demeter my legs. Hestia grabbed my dick and did the honours. Three times she got me off. I was covered in come up to my chin. Hera waved her hand and I found myself standing in my house dripping with jiz. The fawn stared. I swear the fucking thing was laughing at me.

I quickly dashed into the shower and as the water rinsed off my embarrassment I saw the funny side and started to laugh.

This Olympus was quite a place. It should be called Olym-pussy.