Secret Saturdays Pornography Story: Betrayal Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

Come back here, you little thief! called the angry vendor as twelve-year-old Megara dashed down the crowded streets, her bare feet lightly padding against the bumpy cobblestones. They were slick from an earlier rain and she struggled not to slip. Ill have you thrown in prison for that!

Its just an apple and Im starving, she thought bitterly, pushing her way past irritated pedestrians and nearly colliding with an empty cart. Megara, or Meg as she liked to be called, couldnt remember her parents. She had managed to survive on the streets of Thebes since she was small. She even named herself after a famous Greek city that she had heard travelers talking about. It was a pretty name, she had thought. She couldnt remember the name her parentswhoever they had beenhad given her.

She dashed into a darkened alley and was about to take a bite of her prize when she heard the tramping of heavy feet.

She went this way! Hurry!

Guards! Meg had eluded them often enough before and would do so now. She could hear the clattering of their boots as she dashed down the long alley. It ended at a high wall.

Trapped! She had been certain that she knew all of the backstreets and outlets.

We have you now, little thief, one of the guards hissed as they started toward her, wielding sharp spears.

She took a deep breath and slipped the apple into her pocket as she started climbing the wall. It was old and creviced, offering plenty of handholds. She could hear the guards panting behind as they started to follow her. The wall was high but she was quick. The slanted edge of a tiled roof overhung the wall by several inches. If I could climb up onto that roof, Meg thought, reaching for it, then I could escape.

But the tiles were slick from the earlier rain. Meg slipped, saw the hard ground rushing toward her. The wind was knocked out of her and her entire body felt as if it were on fire with agony. She heard the horrified gasps of several strangers as she slipped into unconsciousness.

Youre mine now, sweetcheeks, said a mocking voice.

The god Hades was standing over her, his glowing hair lighting the darkness with an eerie blue incandescence. He reached toward her with a spidery hand

Meg shuddered. Her eyes flew open in fear.

Someone was kneeling over her, someone too blurry to make out. I believe youre all right, he said in a kind voice. Can you sit up?

Meg blinked until her vision cleared. The man had a round, ruddy face and was dressed in a fine toga.

She shuddered as she heard the tromping of several familiar boots. The guards had found her and the apple vendor she had stolen from was with them.

That urchin is ours, one of the guards said.

What did she do? the man demanded.

Meg groaned and closed her eyes. It was all over. She had been caught.

That girls a thief, the vendor accused, pointing at her. I saw her sneak an apple from my cart.

An apple? the man said. Meg cautiously opened her eyes. Is that all? He tossed a gold coin at the vendor. This will more than cover the cost of a single apple. Ill take care of the child myself.

The guards dispersed. Id better not catch you stealing from me again, said the vendor, turning to leave. If you do, youll be longing for Hades to take you to the Underworld.

Meg shivered, remembering her brief vision.

Are you all right? The man helped her to sit up. Everything spun for a moment but gradually stilled. Her back and sides hurt but nothing seemed to be broken. She nodded weakly. You were just a bit winded, thats all, he continued, checking her over. I should know. Im a physician. But you look like you could use a decent meal and nice clothes. Come with me.

He gently helped Meg to her feet. She stared up at him, stunned. No one had ever treated her with such kindness before.

My name is Marcus, he said as they walked. What is yours?

Megara, she whispered. But you can call me Meg.

Marcus had a fairly large home, surrounded by plush gardens. Meg struggled not to gape as she studied the plush furniture, the intricate frescoes on the walls. But this was so new to her. She had never had a proper place to live, only alleyways or the empty rooms of abandoned buildings.

Marcus handed her over to his servants who whisked her off to the baths. There she was bathed in warm, scented waters and oils were rubbed onto her skin. The only baths she had ever had were quick dips in cold streams.

After that Meg was dressed in a silken tunic of deep purple, tied with a sash, and given jewel encrusted sandals. She had only worn tattered rags and had always gone barefoot.

That color really brings out your eyes, dear, one woman said with admiration. What a rare shade for eyes that is!

Meg was stunned when she looked into a mirror. She was actually beautiful. Exotic eyes, as richly purple as her robe, dominated her heart-shaped face. Her damp auburn hair, which tumbled past her hips, was thick and held a springy curl. She was statuesque and just beginning to develop slight womanly curves.

She was next led into a large dining hall. A table set with all kinds of food stood at its center. Meg feared that she was dreaming and might awaken at any moment.

Marcus smiled when she entered. You cleaned up beautifully, my dear. Come and join me for a meal. There is something I would like to ask you.