Chapter 11

Just three days later, Karis and Karissa boarded a plane to Amsterdam. Early on, they realized the Greeks pursuing them used sophisticated methods to find them. Including, most likely, facial recognition. A deep jagged scar marred Karissa’s beauty, from just below her right eye to her chin. She shaved her head and wore a wig of dirty blonde hair, the best she could find that would look the most natural. Her distinctive green eyes became brown, as did her brother’s. The most difficult to handle was the foam rubber within their mouths that broadened their faces’ shape. They had to practice speaking with it in. Karis wore glasses tinted amber, and applied a full beard, short everywhere except from his chin. He couldn’t help accentuating his billy-goat tendency.

They arrived separately and boarded separately and sat at separate seats. They thought about separate flights, but decided they wanted to keep an eye on each other. They did the same for their flight to Athens.

At the airport in Athens, they continued the separation. Karissa took a shuttle to a hotel nearby. Karis had a Mercedes sedan pick him up. Prearranged, and very expensive, using the dark net. The sedan picked up Karissa at the hotel. They drove north to the outskirts of the city to a small house owned by the driver. A house used for all sorts of illicit enterprises. Meetings. Drug trades. Orgies.

A couple of beautiful Greek prostitutes met them there. Fun for Karis. Like Karissa, he’d a yearning to learn Greek, and could actually speak it with his adopted family. Karissa had Kristof, the driver, to play with. An average looking Greek man in his thirties who looked like an accountant, but was tough as nails.

He brought her to a room, obviously designed for S and M play. “I don’t like being bound or abused,” she told him.

“They’re for me,” the man smiled. “Through that door is a closet. You’ll find leather and tools.”

“What are you waiting for? Get naked!”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Bathroom?”

“Door on the other side.”

She relieved herself, removed her disguise and showered, taking her time. When she emerged, she scowled at the man. He wore a hood with a zippered mouth, and a tight corset and leggings. “I said naked, slave!” she growled.

“Call me Krissy,” he whimpered.

“I’ll call you Krissy if you take off that ridiculous outfit!”

“Yes Mistress. And Mistress?” he murmured while removing the hood.

“Yes Slave?”

“You’re beautiful.”

“Thanks,” she smiled, standing impatiently in all her naked glory.

Once done stripping, he lay on the bed. She restrained his wrists and sat on his face. “Make me cum, Krissy!” she demanded.

He tasted her and immediately went all out with his mouth. Turning around, she leaned forward and took his long narrow cock into her mouth. Bringing him to the edge and then teasing him until he made her cum, then turning around and impaling his cock into her pussy. She pulled his legs up so that he could suckle her nipples, and rubbed her clit herself. “Don’t you dare cum, Krissy.”

“I don’t know if I can...”

“Try!”

She rode him harder. He did cum before she allowed it. She was close, and rode his withering cock until she got her orgasm. “Useless,” she muttered, turning around and planting her saturated pussy back on his face. He seemed to have no problem swallowing his own spend. Her casual pulls on his penis got him hard again fairly quickly.

She hopped off. “Let’s see what you’ve got for me,” she said.

The closet provided both clues and costumes. A harness and various dildos, most of them fairly thick, spoke of the man liking to be fucked. Whips spoke of pain. A black collar with Krissy on a silver plaque told her about ownership. Three leather corsets, small medium and large, let her know his preferred attire for his dominant. She chose the middle sized one. It had drawstrings to adjust to sizes. Her breasts rested on cups, nipples exposed. She ignored the chaps there, but found a pair of stilettos that fit. Figuring out the strap-on device, she chose a dildo of medium thickness but of some length. The base of it flattened out, with a phalange at the top that would press against her clit. She lubed the phalange before attaching it to the harness. She brought the lube with her, along with the smallest whip, since she was new to this and knew how strong she was. And the collar.

“Mistress,” he moaned when she entered the room and paced, showing him what the stilettos did for her ass. The fake cock bounced as she strut.

“Quiet Krissy!” she growled, whipping gently across his lengthening cock. More whippings of his torso, testing its use. Whipping lower, until she struck his firm erection harder than before. He whimpered. “I said quiet!” she growled, slapping the whip carefully against his balls.

Setting it aside, she stood on the bed over him. The stilettos made it difficult, especially when she lifted one and placed it in his mouth. “Suck,” she demanded.

After he did, she removed them and lowered onto his chest. She secured the collar to him. “You’re mine,” she muttered. “As pathetic as you are. Say it!”

“I’m yours, Mistress.”

“Now suck my cock, Krissy,” pushing the head between his lips. She fucked his mouth shallowly, measuring what he could take from his gagging. “Useless,” she muttered a couple minutes later, moving down his body. She greased up the dildo and shoved lube into his anus. Added fingers, widening the small hole. Lifting his legs high, she pushed in.

“Ugh,” he moaned.

“Quiet!” she growled, taking hold of the whip and using it, harsher than ever, against one nipple and then the other. She stroked deeper until she was all the way in. No moans, but his breath got heavier. Long strokes got faster, each one ending with a harder and harder impact against him. Each impact stirred her where the phalange pressed against her clit, but not all that much. Her free hand took hold of his cock and masturbated him.

When she could tell he was near, she demanded, “Cum! Now!”

He did, spurting onto his chest and lower.

She pulled out and sighed. Leaning over him, she freed his wrists. “Get behind me, Krissy. Suck me until you’re hard again, and then fuck me until I cum. But I bet you prefer anal.”

“Whatever Mistress desires.”

“Answer me!” she demanded, slapping his face.

“Yes Mistress, I do.”

“Make it ready and fuck me there. Fuck me until you cum.”

“Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress.”

“You’re welcome Krissy,” she muttered, taking her position. His tongue began its work. “Masturbate my cock, Krissy,” she told him. “Give it a good tugging.” She had moved it up, so he had access to her pussy, but the base still pressed against her pubic bone, just grazing the upper base of her clit.

“Yes Mistress.”

The masturbating seemed to help excite him. The man was definitely on the gay side of the spectrum. Soon he was plunging deep and hard inside her pussy, sending her over fairly quickly. He had been finger fucking her anus, adding fingers like she had done. Preparing it. Nevertheless she grunted when he moved up and pushed into the still narrow orifice. Not so much pain, but a weird intensity.

He was careful bringing his cock deep, but once all the way in, she demanded, “Just fuck me until you cum. Hard as you want.”

“Yes Mistress,” he moaned.

His hand continued masturbating her. Her hand reached back and added strokes across her upper pussy and clit. So that when he came, she came with him.

When he pulled out, she murmured, “Prepare a bath, Krissy. You have bath salts?”

“Yes Mistress.” He got up and went into the bathroom.

Listening, she could hear the moans. Two females. One presumably enjoying her brother’s cock, while the other enjoyed his mouth. She removed the strap-on and the leather corset. And waited.

“Ready, Mistress,” said Krissy in the doorway.

“Perfect,” she smiled at him when she descended into the hot water.

“Glad to hear, Mistress,” he smiled back.

“Join me?”

“As you wish, Mistress.”

When he did, she removed the collar. “Thank you Kristof, for your help.”

“You are paying me well, Lisa.”

“True,” she laughed.

“For what we did, I would pay some back.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

He nodded.

“What have you heard about our destination?” she asked him.

“The Temple of Naia? Crazy stories.”

“Tell me.”

“Some ancient yet beautiful whore who could bestow immortality to the lucky few who could afford her. But only if they lived through the night.”

“And a man named Festus Kosenzakis. Also known as Mephisto?”

He stiffened. “A very rich and very dangerous man.”

“Please tell me what you know.”

“He’s like me. An arranger. But at a much higher level. It’s said he can arrange anything for anybody. From providing a harem, to blackmail, to assassination. His business, FK Consolidated, has bought out many companies over the years. A Midas touch. The businesses flourish. Supposedly.”

“Supposedly?”

“There are tales of those who fight him being destroyed. And the Midas touch having a deadly cost. Nothing proven, but he’s definitely feared. He also is rarely seen. Sort of like your Howard Hughes, except a lot scarier.”

“You’re scared of him?”

“Anyone in their right mind would be.”

“Then you should probably drop us off at the closest town to the temple.”

“You plan on confronting him?”

“I plan on killing him and all who work closest with him.”

“It would take an army.”

“And yet it’s just the two of us.”

“He’ll be there?”

“He’s putting on a fete. A meeting and a bacchanal party.”

“Any town nearby would be too small, too noticeable. But there’s a resort town a few miles away.”

“That would be fine, Kristof.”

“A man in my line of work can’t be too careful.”

“I apologize if I endangered you.”

“Don’t be. Your disguise was brilliant.”

“No more disguises from now on.”

“Then you best keep low for the rest of the journey.”

“Perhaps you could be driving the prostitutes?”

“Good idea.”

Keeping low wasn’t comfortable. Karis stashed in the leg area of the back seat, and Karissa in the well of the passenger seat. But being nymph and satyr, they played with the others. Karis giving head to the prostitute sitting over him, and Karissa doing the same for her prostitute and Kristof. Kristof had to find a turn off when he got close to cumming. It would have been dangerous to keep driving on the curvy road.

The next time he stopped was at a grand home that had been turned into a resort hotel. Karis and Karissa remained in the car until Kristoff tapped at the roof. A minute later, they slipped out into the night. And began running, following the map Kristoff had provided. A general direction, since they stayed off the roads and ran the rugged landscape as much as possible, stopping to bath and become invigorated by any streams they found. Though Karissa could taste the centuries of civilization even in these rural streams. Leaving a bitter aftertaste.

Not long after sunrise, they saw the temple, perched beside a high waterfall. It looked like where an oracle might render predictions in ancient times. Marble pillars around what looked to be a golden dome, which gleamed a reddish gold in the dawn light. Below it was a much more mundane building, built of stone at its base, and wood above, looking to be added on at a more recent time. It was broad and deep, the size of a large, two story home. A shallow arched roof looked to have fresh orange/brown shingles.

The siblings bathed above the waterfall. Karissa sought any remnant of her mother’s presence, but only found unpleasant chemicals. Something or things dumped waste into the water somewhere farther up the stream. It wasn’t inundated with it like an urban stream might be, or runoff from irrigation of treated crops, but strong to Karissa’s sensitivities. And perhaps deadly to her mother.