Trojan Whores
Keywords: Whores, Trojan,
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"Proofed by Maggie Finson
DECLARATION: This story is an original literary work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. All characters, Sirens, and rapists in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or born in the future, is purely coincidental.
WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, swearing, and strange ideas. It contains only the strange things that dribble from my head. If you are not old enough, mature enough, open minded enough, and especially not smart enough to stop reading should you find yourself becoming offended viewing such a story, don't even start!
I hereby grant permission to post this story, make it available for download, or send it to one or more of your kinky friends, as long as I am given credit for it and no monetary profit is made from it without sharing it with me. (I'm not greedy... hey wait! Why should I be any different than anybody else?)"
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I awakened to find myself incarcerated, struggling to figure out just exactly what had happened. My memory was fuzzy when I first came to.
Wait! What the hell? I wasn't doing anything that should get me incarcerated! Last night I was innocently minding my own business walking down the street in Petra on Lesvos Island, The Aegean Islands, Greece, when I was nabbed by what looked like a squad of troops.
Just a couple of weeks ago I had received a registered letter informing me that I had won an all expense paid vacation to Lesvos Island.
'What a weird vacation destination,' I thought to myself.
The letter went on to say that a new resort had been built with westerners in mind and that they were giving away these 'vacations' to a wide demographic of people in hopes that we would bring word of what a great resort was on Lesvos, in Greece.
'Okay, well maybe that explains it...' I pondered.
The advertisement stated that, "The government in Petra has taken steps to improve the quality of life in their village and make the area even more attractive for tourism. Tradition claims that, Petra served as an anchorage for Achilles during the Trojan War, a mere five nautical miles from the shores of Turkey. The name Petra has the meaning, 'The rock'. The island got its name from the word "lespis" which means precious gem. Lesvos is famed for being the center of the ouzo drinking culture. The aniseed national drink of the Greeks is always accompanied by a wide variety of small appetizers, called "mezedes," which in Lesvos are usually seafood prepared with divine traditional recipes (Greek Sushi.). In the past two centuries, several Lesvians have been worthy holdovers of their bright cultural past. Today, hosting the seat of the Aegean University, Lesvos is still a spawning ground for innovative ideas in the arts, science, and politics. All kinds of entertainment find their place in the tolerant society of Lesvos."
'Wow! Now this sounds like a place to hang out and have a great vacation! Tolerant society, entertainment, Ouzo, what more could a single guy ask for... except maybe babes...' my thoughts were wild and explicit.
The brochure stated that I would be staying in, 'The newly built one hundred bed, Clara Hotel. Built in an amphitheatric style on a hillside, the hotel has a unique tranquility and offers the visitor modern facilities while retaining an informal atmosphere.'
This is the first thing I have ever won! My luck usually runs in the other direction. Given a 50-50 chance I will loose seventy percent of the time. That in itself must be some kind of luck, to beat the odds backwards, isn't it?
Right there in the envelope was a First Class airline ticket, notification of prepaid hotel suite, and a check for $1,000.00 US to spend on my vacation!
I knew that I didn't have any vacation built up at the company I had just taken a job with, but what the hell? I should pass an opportunity like this up? Therefore, the day after I got the tickets, I submitted my resignation. Hell, I was looking for work when I found that job!
I should introduce myself. My name is Skyler Friedrich Blostein. My usual occupation is 'Jack of All Trades'. My hobbies were, chasing women, catching women, and sex.
I figured that this would be a great way to meet exotic women and get my end off. I hope that the near sound-alikeness of the Island's name didn't mean that all of the girls there are Lesbos...
I made the flight with plenty of time to spare. I even had time for a cognac in the airport lounge before take off. The connecting flights were lined up so perfectly that I had only a couple hundred feet between terminals and fifteen or more minutes to spare, waiting in my airliner seat.
When I finally arrived on the island I'd had plenty of sleep and plenty to drink, so the journey to my hotel is kind of a blur. It went something like, lots of Greek men and women toasting something or other, and handing me a bottle of Ouzo to chug from, while I rode to the hotel in the 'Limo'.
I woke up in my room, surprised that I didn't have a massive hangover.
After a quick shower and shave, I headed to the lobby to make sure everything was in order. I was relieved to discover that I'd checked in and my breakfast was waiting for me in the Taverna. I was stunned to find that Ouzo was served with breakfast though...
I had friendly people stopping by my table and chatting with me. They all spoke remarkably good English, although heavily accented. Some wanted to know where I was from, others whether I had family here, or back in the states. I felt almost like a rock star of something...
I replied in an equally friendly manner that I didn't have anyone on the island and no family back stateside.
One happy couple decided to take me under their wing and show me around town. Nicholas, 'Nick', and his wife, Carmella, seemed to know all about this town and where all of the good restaurants and bars were, which meant more Ouzo of course.
When it was getting late, Carmella asked me if I knew the story of the Trojan Whores.
Well, I heard 'Trojan horse', so I told her I did, and about this big wooden horse...
"No, no, silly boy! That was a story made up to cover the real truth of the fall of Troy," she explained somewhat drunkenly.
"Say what?" I asked blearily.
"Yes, young man, Troy fell to the Trojan Whores, not a Trojan horse!" she giggled.
"Well then, I am as in the dark as the rest of the world I guess, Mrs. Theophilus. I was told the story of the horse since I was young, so that is what I thought had happened. So what really did happen?"
"Well I shouldn't tell you this, but since I am half plastered I am going to anyway!" she admitted with a twisted grin, "You see, what Odysseus of Ithaca really did was kidnap Sirens from a nearby Island. He sold them to a slave trader, not telling him what they were, or why they were, gagged. His next stop was Troy, which Odysseus knew. Odysseus had sold the women so cheaply that the trader was able to make a quick profit in Troy selling them and exited town quickly after. Some say that he recognized the Sirens for what they were, which accounts for why he left town so fast."
"Well the records of Homer were a bit misleading about Sirens. Sure, their songs are irresistible to men, and yes, if the men succumb to their songs they are forever lost. But that is where the truth departs from reality..."
"Carmella!" Nick's sharp calling out of her name made her stop abruptly, "You know that is not a tale for non-islanders!"
"Oops," she drunkenly exclaimed. "Well I didn't get to anything revealing yet anyways..."
"You know better than to tell those tales Carmella, you could put the young fellow in jeopardy. You know what happened last time..." Nick scolded, shaking his finger at her.
"Oh, yes! I remember her!" she giggled, "She turned out beautifully!"
"You are way too drunk to be in public right now Carmella. Give me your hand so that I might lead you home before you do something that Skyler will regret!" Nick reached his hand out and grasped Carmella's dainty hand, hoisting her to her feet and leading her back to their home.
I glanced about the room and noticed that I was receiving an unusually high number of stares, which was making me feel more than just a little uncomfortable. I stood up and decided that maybe it would be prudent to beat a hasty retreat to my hotel room. Once I was in the street outside the lounge I noticed that I had not been keeping close track of where Nick and Carmella had bar hopped us to.
Realizing I was lost but not wanting to reenter the hostile bar, I picked a direction and took off, figuring that I would soon come across a familiar landmark or somewhere to ask for directions. I figured I was just being paranoid about the interested stares I received from the locals, as I made my way. It seemed to me that I was more than just an idle source of conversation. People were whispering and pointing in my general direction as I passed by.
I finally got a glimpse of the Mediterranean through an alleyway and knew that if I got there I could follow along the shore to where my hotel was.
Once I entered the alley I knew that I had made a mistake, the feeling of trepidation I felt as I made it about halfway through was like a caterpillar the size of a cat had crawled up my spine. When I turned around to see if the feeling was warranted I saw half a dozen troops quickly pursuing me.
Now I had done nothing wrong that I knew of, but having that many men chasing after me just said deep inside me somewhere, "RUN!"
I took off as if I had afterburners. I was easily pulling away from them when I neared the end of the alley... "WHAM!" out went my lights. Someone had been waiting for me to rabbit, and cold cocked me as I cleared the Alley.
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I awakened to find myself incarcerated, struggling to figure out just exactly that had happened. My memory was fuzzy when I first came to and after the few seconds that it took my addled and sore brain to go over what had brought me to these circumstances, I became quite indignant.
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Keywords: Whores, Trojan,