Date: Sat, 5 Apr 2008 19:32:26 -0400
From: Joe Barker <jbark217@gmail.com>
Subject: SF/Fantasy....A Greek Story

	Athens was the place to grow up; it was a very rich place, not like
the other places in Greece. I knew from a young age that I wanted to grow
up to heal people, and it wasn't until Athena blessed me with a gift that I
knew I was meant to heal, not only body but soul and mind as well.
	I have always been good with herbs and ointments that were designed
to affect different things. I had away to read them and just knew what each
one was and did. I also could make them do things other healers couldn't.
It was my abilities, or gifts from Athena, that got me apprenticed to a
Second Degree Healer at a sanctuary for the poor. At first I thought he was
a bitter man, but after a few weeks of working with the poor I realized it
was just the after effect of working with them.
	My gift was a great asset to the Healer and he taught me much about
herbs. He also had a way with his hands that I never quite realized what he
was doing until was too late. He had walked into the back of the clinic
room, where we kept supplies and made potions, and he called me to him.
	Just before I could move toward the back, a man in a White Robe
with a dark blue sash walked in. A Master Healer. One of the most respected
of the types of men in the city, he worked for the King of Athens.
	"Solon!!" my master's voice called from the back.
	"One minute Master!" I called back to him. I gawked up at the mast
from my kneeling position over one of the cots.
	"Now Solon!" My master's voice sounded different; there was
something about it that sounded, heightened.
	"You best go see what the Healer wants young apprentice." I bowed
to him and stood up, heading for the back. I glanced back to see the Master
Healer bending over one of the sick and pulling an ointment from his
personal side pouch.
	"Yes? Master?" I looked around, and couldn't see him from the door.
	"Come in Solon, I need you over here." He was turned toward the
wall and was fiddling with something. I walked over to him and he moved
fast then I could have imagined to. He clasped a pair of the restraints we
used on patients around my wrists. They were connected to a hook in the
ground so I couldn't stand straight up. The more I tried the tighter they
seemed to become. A wooden stand was slid under my stomach to keep my hips
up and prevent me from squatting. I was extremely uncomfortable but I was
even more scared because I didn't what was going on.
	"What are you doing?" I asked between my legs.
	"Teaching you about the needs of a man, now quiet yourself." He
sniped at me and one of his large palms landed across my butt check hard. I
glanced through my legs and saw him squatting down lacing my ankles to the
legs of the wooden stand. He had his robe pulled up around his waist and
his manhood was protruding out straight. He stood back up and leaned over
me, a cloth dangled in front of my face for a second then it was pulled
across my mouth, so any sound was muffled and obscured.
	There were hands on my legs again and this time they were dragging
my robe up. The cloth slid up my legs and he dropped the bundled up half of
my robe on to my back. Air swirled around my ass and my own manhood.
	I felt something warm and wet run down the crack of my ass, it slid
across my hole and made me clench my body tight. The touch of a finger
appeared there and rubbed the liquid oil over my hole and around it. The
finger then rested on my hole and tried to push its way into me. My body,
by instinct, clinched and clamped shut as best as it could.
	"Don't tighten up or this will hurt a lot more than it should have
to." He said with little care in his voice.
	I attempted to say 'please, don't do this...' but all that came out
was "MMHMMHMHMHMM". I felt the finger slide into my hole and pain crept up
my back. It wasn't hurting but it was uncomfortable, it felt different. The
finger slid in and out and a shiver went through my body that caused it to
tighten up and the loosen again. A second finger joined the first after a
few strokes. The pain was a little more intense this time and was not as
quick to go away. He removed his fingers and I attempted to take advantage
of the opportunity. The twine that held my feet to the post had come apart
and had started to move a kick toward him, but he kicked my legs apart
before I could. My legs spread as far as they could with my hips supported
by the stand.
	I felt something warm and rounded push against my ass. I tried my
hardest to relax but it seemed to counter and tense up. I didn't want this
to happen but I want to relax so it didn't hurt. He pushed and I felt the
head of his man hood stretching my hole, it felt like I was being pulled at
the seams. I he pushed once hard and I felt something the size of a lemon
pop in. I wanted to scream but sound wouldn't come out of my throat.
	He pushed his way farther into me slowly. A little bit and then he
would stop, giving me just enough to time for the pain to recede back to
bearable he would pull out to the end and then push farther than he was to
begin with, he did this about four times until he was all the way in. I
could feel the hair around his shaft brushing my cheeks. He pulled out and
shoved in another time, pain ripped through my body. I left my body go limp
out of pain, I didn't want to feel any more.
	Mother help me... My thoughts drifted to the gods. A whisper
responded to me.
	"Use what you know." It came on a breeze and I could almost have
mistaken it for rattling of coins but I knew her voice well. I had always
been told to keep my gift a secret because of who I was, but now it was my
only defense. I looked down at my hands and winced as he thrust into me
again. I twitched my fingers and the chains came undone as if they were
unlocked. He quickly slid all the way out and had his hands spreading my
cheeks ready to thrust into me again. I steadily kicked backwards, sending
him stumbling backward.
	I stood up and turned to face him, letting my robe fall back down
to my ankles. I held my hand up and twitched my fingers again, my Master
was lifted off his feet and propelled backward into the wall head first. He
didn't move.
	Something warm and wet dripped down my leg, I reached around behind
me and pulled back a finger with blood on it. A bright light appeared in
front of me, swirling. A figure stepped forward and began to speak.
	"Fear not my child, he was meant to die, and you are meant to begin
your destiny, trust your fate my son. For fifteen seasons now you have been
prepared now you are ready." Her voice died and the light faded.
      "Wait...Athena...mother." She didn't usually give me a chance to talk
to her in that form, I had had a few conversations with people (and things)
I believe to have been my mother. The light had been soothing but now I
just felt weak, I stumbled backward into the wall and squatted.
	A different voice washed over me this time, or maybe it was the
smell from him. A hand rested on my shoulder and I looked up into his eyes,
the Master Healer was pulling another bottle from his personal side pouch.
      "Fever few for the pain and to help healing, and Valerian Root with
Hops to help you rest. Rest now my boy, you will be safe with me." He
tipped the liquid into my throat and cool sensation flooded through my
body, quickly. I smiled and let my head fall down on my arms, sleeping
gently. Dreaming of my mother, as I usually did, my dreams were where she
trained me.



      This Story is the beginning of a series. Please check back or Book
mark my website. !!!! www.niftyscrypt.webs.com !!!!

I LOVE COMMENTS!!!! JBARK217@GMAIL.COM