Theia was at peace as she knelt on the cobbled stone floor of her father’s home. Her gaze drifted without conscious direction, following her flickering shadow as it elongated toward the wall of the tiny abode. Without the slightest tremble, she held her hands together, raising them in offer of servitude to the old man standing before her.
Her mother, wracked with sorrow, sobbed and pleaded with her daughter. Surely, Theia knew, she would have rushed to her defense and whisked her away had she not been held back by her husband. Seeing her mother in such pain broke Theia's heart, but she held her hands steady, convinced to her core that this was the only way to save her family; and the only way she could fulfill her destiny.
"Please, Mama, try to understand. Please forgive me. This is the only way to save you all."
Heartbroken, she sighed heavily as her pleas went unanswered. Her grief-stricken mother seemed beyond rational thought, and when the Slave Merchant grasped Theia’s hands and slipped the bronze shackles over her flawless skin, her mother crumpled to the ground, unable to accept the sacrifice her daughter was making for her family.
With a grinding click, the old man set the locks, binding Theia’s wrists together. The shackles felt cold and heavy, and the dull ring of the chains echoed off the stone floor, mixing with the plaintive sobs of her mother. It was a haunting moment for Theia, but she’d expected no less when she asked her father to sell her as a slave.
A single tear rolled down her cheek while the old man counted out a handful of silver coins and dropped them into a small leather bag. The rattle of the coins seemed to match that of her chains as the man offered the bag to her father. It was more money then he could ever hope to have, but his face was ashen and he looked ashamed. He could not find the will to meet the slaver’s gaze.
"Daughter, I beg you reconsider. Once done, your fate will be in the hands of the Gods, and they care little for the sorrows of the poor."
He sounded weak and broken, and Theia forced a smile, trying to reassure him. "Father, you must take it. For the sake of our family, if not for yourself."
He placed a loving hand on her shoulder and Theia held it with her own, her sorrow matching the weight of the chains that bound her wrists. She was frightened, but without the silver that the Slave Merchant paid for her servitude, her entire family faced destitution and banishment from the city. That fate meant almost certain death for them all.
"Daddy, please, there is no choice. Worry now for Mother, Cyrill, and my baby sister. Otherwise, all of this is for nothing."
Theia eyed the old man who was now her Master, knowing well what she faced as his property. Her father straightened, deeply saddened but also proud of his daughter’s sacrifice. To save her family, she’d chosen to be sold into slavery. Holding back a tear, he turned to the Slave Merchant.
"Tychos, I beg of you, treat her well. She is pure, and has never lain with a man. I ask only that you consider this tonight, and take her to the Temple. If she is Chosen, you will be paid many times this meager bag of coin."
The old man shrugged as if he were talking about a bag of turnips. "She is of our people, and not a spoil of war. If she is pure as you say, there is a chance she will be Chosen, however slim."
Then the old man straightened his crooked back and pressed his bony finger into her father’s chest. "If she is not, though, remember this,” he warned, "she is mine and no longer your concern. Do not make the mistake of forgetting that." His voice cackled with evil mirth and he licked his lips as he eyed Theia, clearly enjoying the thought of having the girl to himself. "I did not pay so much for her so that she could spend her days cleaning floors."
With that, Tychos gathered the chains in his withered hands, and ignoring the hysterical cries of her mother, led Theia into the narrow and dangerous streets of Corinth. Theia followed passively, as was expected of a slave. Too late now, tears began flowing over her porcelain cheeks as her mother’s haunting cries followed her along the cobblestone alley.
Though it had caught her parents by surprise, her decision to be sold was not made lightly. Her family was very poor, and her father was indebted to dangerous lenders. They needed money, and her sacrifice would enable them to survive until her brother, Cyrill was old enough to help.
As dire a fate as this seemed, she still clung to a measure of hope. Months ago, just after her sixteenth birthday, Theia had joined her parents in celebration at the great Temple of Aphrodite. It had been a grand event, meant to celebrate and honor the Goddess who sanctified the only earthly pleasure the poor of the city could partake. To the people of Corinth, sex was an art, and an openly honored act.
Even then, Theia knew she’d been brought to the Temple to discover the joys of sex, and so that, when the day came and a husband was found for her, she would be able to please him.
In her mind, it was a wasted right of passage. Her father was far too poor to provide a suitable dowry, and that meant marriage would come to her only in the form of an older man: a widower or cripple, who would value her youth enough to accept her without the gold that should accompany a proper wife.
As the months passed and her family's future darkened, Theia remembered the splendor of the Ceremony. She’d been struck by the love people showered on the High Priest and Priestess as they coupled sexually in front of the crowd.
The many Priestesses of the Temple were the symbols and earthly surrogates of Aphrodite, so when a wealthy citizen made a suitable donation, he was granted an opportunity to 'lay with the Goddess’, and be pleasured by Her. It was an honored task, and becoming a Priestess seemed a far more attractive future to Theia than being married off to an old man whom she would never love.
So it was that Theia prayed at the Temple at dawn of every day, making whatever small donation she was able in order to win the favor of Aphrodite. During those days of prayer and devotion, Theia felt as if she had been touched by the Goddess. She became firm in her belief that Aphrodite would recognize her worthiness.
A peaceful certainty had come over her. It was an unshakable belief that she would not be forsaken and doomed to live a wasted life being used by base and heartless men like Tychos. Despite the slaver's obvious doubt, Theia was sure she would be spared the fate of being sold to one of the common brothels in the city. She had faith in her destiny, and was certain that she would be Chosen.
Her long wait was almost at an end. At sunrise, the Priests would choose three girls to be trained as Hetairas, the priestesses of Aphrodite; girls who would become the vessels of Her sexuality in the Temple of Aphrodite Porne. To save her family, Theia was gambling everything, her life and her freedom, on this fleeting hope she would be among the Chosen.
She had hoped her father would take her to the Temple, but to her dismay, she’d learned that was not possible. Without the sale to the merchant, she would not have been a true slave, and the Priests of the Temple — believing only a slave could show proper devotion — would never have accepted her. Thus, her future hung in the balance at the mercy of the Goddess of Promiscuity.
Clouds moved in over the City as she was led through the narrow and twisting streets. A cold wind blew between the tightly-packed tenements, proving that winter's merciless grip had not yet been completely broken. Theia felt the cold seep into her hands and feet, and an icy chill set into her young body. She was noticeably shivering by the time Tychos led her into a first-floor apartment not far from the Temple.
"Come, girl, go inside! You will make a poor offering wearing that filthy woolen chiton."
Theia followed Tychos inside and waited while he lit a few precious candles. A bronze pot hung over a small, glowing fire in the center of the hearth. Theia knelt by its side, hoping to warm her chilled body.
Tychos removed her shackles and gestured at the pot. "You might as well have a cup of broth, girl. I don't need you catching your death before I have a chance to sell you off."
"Thank you, my Lord,” Theia said while properly averting her gaze. "Does my Master wish me to pour him a cup first?"
Tychos sat at his table and laughed. "Aye, I do. It's good to see you have some sense. It would be a shame if I had to give you a beating before the Choosing."
Ignoring the implied threat, Theia carefully poured her new master a cup of the steaming broth, and knelt at his feet before offering it to him. Only after he had taken a drink did she dare pour one for herself.
Theia knelt on the floor next to her Master and held the cup with both hands. The broth tasted of meat and warmed her pleasantly. Her new master watched her with a hungry gaze while she sipped the broth. Sensing his arousal, Theia became afraid, knowing what he hungered for.
She was a virgin, but sex was an ever-present part of life and she had no illusions about what he might do to her. If he decided to have her, she would have no choice but to allow herself to be taken. She accepted that her fate was no longer her own. When he finally spoke, she trembled in nervous fear.
"Stand up, girl! Let's have a look at what I've bought."
With her eyes cast down, Theia stood as commanded. She dared not speak, knowing that a slave's duty was to obey and not question why.
Tychos also stood and gathered a lock of her hair, letting the silken strands run through his fingers. "Now, take that chiton off. I want to get a proper look at a girl who fancies herself worthy of the Goddess of whores."
Fear crawled up Theia‘s body and she swallowed hard, trying to suppress a tremble as she slowly unwound the woolen sheet that was her dress. She had chosen to be a sex slave, but the reality that he could take her virginity now, and destroy any chance she had of being Chosen, filled her with terror. She moved slowly and sensed his growing impatience.
After the last of the chiton fell from her body, she kept her head down in frightened shame as he ran a hand over her breasts. His coarse and calloused palm felt hot on her smooth skin. His touch was rough and invasive, yet her heart fluttered in something more than fear as he kneaded her breasts.
She had never been touched by a man and her breath caught in her throat as an unfamiliar mixture of excitement and trepidation swept through her. When he rubbed his palms over her nipples, Theia gasped in surprise at the sensation she felt.
Her breasts were very firm and large enough to more than fill his hand. Tychos smiled in predatory lust as he tweaked her nipples and laughed wickedly as her body reacted naturally to his touch. As he gently rolled the pinkish buds between thumbs and fingers, they grew long and hard and her eyes glazed in reaction to the pleasure she felt. Stepping closer, he cupped her breasts, lifting and squeezing them until her breathy gasps turned to whimpers.
"Aye girl, your tits are worthy of the Goddess. Now, let's see if you’re as pure as your father believes."
His words taunted her and Theia shook with fear, but her body also flushed with excitement when her master slid his hand over the flat plain of her abdomen. His lips pressed onto her forehead, kissing her gently while his fingers traveled through the dark hair between her legs. Theia struggled to remain still while fear and arousal tangled like serpents in her belly,
"If you be not a virgin," he whispered, dipping his fingers down and spreading her pussy lips, "I'll bend you over this table and give you your first fuck as a slave.”
Trembling hard at his touch, Theia adjusted her feet, giving him more room between her thighs. Her breathing became heavy when he touched her in ways she'd never known and her legs weakened as waves of burning pleasure spread throughout her body.
Instinctively, Theia grasped his shoulders, trying to maintain her balance while she struggled against the urge to beg him to touch her more deeply. His finger was coarse and rough, and she winced as he scraped at her tender flesh. But, as much as it hurt her, the pain only seemed to enhance the pleasure she felt as his finger slipped between her labia and into the glistening, oozing wetness. He ran a fingertip up and back along her slit until it was thickly coated in her oily fluids. Theia had never felt anything so wonderful and she moaned softly while he explored her aching sex.
Leaning into him, Theia could almost smell his arousal. He slid a hand down her back and it came to rest just above her ass. He guided her hips toward his invading fingers. "You're as wet as the Nile, girl," he said in a hoarse whisper. “Now, let's find out if you've yet been properly opened.”
Tychos prodded his middle finger into the deepest part of her slit and probed until she felt a sudden, stinging burn.
"Ahh, ow!" Theia cried as he bumped her barrier. Feeling the sudden twitch travel through her, Tychos withdrew and slipped his glistening finger into his mouth, and sucked her nectar. Theia‘s mind whirled at the sensations she felt, and her heart pounded. She’d ridden a wave of indescribable pleasure that threatened to burst within her, and now she felt terribly frustrated because he’d suddenly stopped.
She stood, naked in his small room, desperately trying to resist the urge to fidget and touch herself. She had no idea what these new sensations were and had only the slightest inkling of what they meant. But she knew she wanted more.
Theia trembled as she waited in frustration for him to give her relief, and she whimpered shamelessly when it failed to come. After a moment, Theia dared to look into his face and, despite his smile, she saw the disappointment in his eyes.
"Aye girl, you are untouched, and so you will remain until morning." He then urged her down, bidding her to kneel before him. "But that doesn't mean you won't please me tonight."
Theia‘s mind whirled and she stared in open-mouthed fascination as he produced his hard penis from within his robes. Theia had never seen one up close and it was bigger than she would have believed possible. She stared at it in wonder as he pumped his fist along his growing length, just inches from her face.
"Don't just sit there, girl. Do you know nothing about pleasing a man? I can tell you this, whatever your fate is, sucking cock is sure to be part of it. I'd wager you'll be spending many an hour on your knees from now on, so you might as well start now."
Theia did know. Men in her city would take their pleasure in any available and darkened corner of the streets, and more than once she'd watched in fascination, hidden from view, as their women would please them in just this way.
Slowly, Theia raised her hand to the center of his masculinity, caressing it with her fingers. It felt amazing, hot and hard, yet his skin moved easily over it's ridged core. The fleshy end was covered by its foreskin, the purple bulge hidden like the head of a turtle.