Hera strode into the throne room of Olympus and stopped. Next to Zeus' empty throne (no doubt busy helping himself to the human beauties of Greece) stood a second golden throne, even larger and more elaborate.

"Aphrodite, Artemis," Hera turned towards the stepdaughters who followed her, "Who has installed this?"

While Aphrodite stood back and examined the object, Artemis turned to her stepmother. "Perhaps Zeus has installed a new throne for himself and left the old one to you so you will no longer complain of your back pains while standing next to the throne all day." The ever-chaste Goddess of the Moon glanced at the ample bosom of her queen, blushed, and looked away.

"No! This is a throne worthy of a queen." And with that, Hera sat on the new throne. She had but a moment to luxuriate in the way it exactly fit her wide bottom with a hidden warmth unexpected of a solid hunk of gold when the apparently decorative vines sprung from the sides of the throne to bind her arms to the armrests and around her ankles to pull these to the sides. Other wines shredded and tossed away the scraps of her robe, then wrapped around her waist, neck, and across her forehead. Then another pair of golden mechanical vines reached over to clamp on her nipples, and finally, two reached in from the sides to spread her pussy lips and tease at her clitoris.

"What!" Hera struggled against the vines of gold, but they held tight and threatened to cut into her flesh if she pushed too hard against them.

"My queen!" Artemis leaped forward to grab one of these vines, but this slipped free to wrap around herself. She backed off in confusion as her robe was shredded, then the vine coiled tighter and collapsed to a golden G-string around her loins. She looked down at her nakedness, then crossed her arms across her modest virgin's breasts, shouted out, "Don't look at me!" and fled from the room.

"Find who Ah! did this!" Hera found her attempt to retain her regal posture uncut both by the spread and exposed position the chair imposed on her limbs and its skillful manipulation of her naked flesh.

"My queen!"

Hera was unable to lower her head to see the item that Aphrodite pointed at, but she soon felt the oversized and misshapen dildo that had emerged from the chair and now forced its way into her suddenly sodden cunt. She attempted to squirm away but was held fast. She found herself climbing with a speed she had never felt before towards an ecstasy she had never known in the arms of her husband or any other of her lovers when the stimulation stopped. Her no longer molested breasts heaved with her deep breaths as the vines now merely held her rather than urge her towards the climax that was so close but might as well be as far away as the Moon.

Speaking of the Moon, Artemis had returned to her room where her golden vine panties had shredded the two robes she had attempted to put on, then returned to stimulating her clit towards the heat she had always denied herself. Then, just at the brink, it stopped, leaving her in tears. She threw herself on her bed, and after a few minutes, the stimulation returned.

Aphrodite sent the other gods out to seek out who this villain might be. Then, as she sat by a fountain and watched the splashing waves, she recalled a rumor she had heard from her aquatic connections. She stood and strode off. It was, at the very least, worth a visit.

It took Aphrodite two days to track down which of the Nereids were behind the rumor she had heard. On the evening of the second day, as she approached the entrance of a cave by the sea, two figures waddled out to greet her. "Thetis and Eurynome? How come you two to be so very pregnant? I had always heard that you only found pleasure in each other's arms."

"Our master awaits your pleasure inside." The two sea maids said in unison, bowed as best they could with their swollen belles, then lowered themselves slowly to the ground to stare at the twilight over the ocean.

"Curiouser and curiouser." Aphrodite stepped inside the cave and found a vast workshop filled with strange devices, and a misshapen figure with one mechanical leg was bent over one of these. "Hephaestus!" Aphrodite called to him, "Yes, your mother threw you from Olympus into the sea two decades ago, but surely this prank is taking things too far. Neither she nor Artemis have had a wink of sleep in the past two days." Aphrodite had herself slept soundly, knowing full well the value of beauty sleep.

"I have no mother." Hephaestus stood and turned towards her.

Aphrodite smiled and applied the full force of her power against him. But this was blocked by the dark goggles he wore. She prepared to increase her power of seduction even more, but there was something over his shoulder. He stepped out of the way, and Aphrodite found herself drawn to the mirror behind him. Her form was reflected in its surface, and her own power was reflected tenfold back against her.

All thought drained from her head as she stood and admired her own reflected perfection. She offered no resistance as his hands unfashioned and removed her robe. It simply exposed more of her own form to look at and more of her own reflected power to soak into her soul. She stepped out of her panties as he tugged these down her legs, and then, as he nudged her feet apart with his own, she shifted as little as possible to merely maintain her balance. She found her eyes briefly drawn to her suddenly puffy nipples as he removed her bra, and then her eyes returned to their own reflections. As he grabbed her shoulders from behind and pushed her forward, she reached out to place her hands on either side of the mirror to support her bent forward pose.

On closer inspection, she saw words moving across the surface of the mirror and felt compelled to speak them aloud.

"Hephaestus is my absolute lord and master." Yes, indeed that was true.

"My body, mind, and soul exist only for the pleasure of Hephaestus, and his pleasure is my own." She shuddered at the sensation of his work-roughened hands on her achingly sensitive breasts and nipples but found herself compelled to read on.

"I love, honor, and obey Hephaestus in all things. Should I ever have doubts, I will seek only his counsel and do as he tells me." As his rough hands reached into her lower curls to touch the wetness within, she spread her legs even further to ease his access to her mons, which was now his property.

"When Hephaestus finds pleasure in the arms of other women or has me do so, I will feel only joy and no envy, for his pleasure is my pleasure." Aphrodite felt eros, agape, and philia as Hephaestus' huge misshapen cock pressed into her opening.

"Should I ever attempt to use my power against Hephaestus or in any other way betray him, I will instead apply my power against myself and repeat all of these rules to myself three times." It was only Hephaestus' strong hands on her hips that kept her from lunging backward as he slowly pushed his penis into her. Though she was far from inexperienced, it was much larger than any she had attempted before, and while any imperfection of any penis remained repugnant to her, she knew that the unique asymmetries of the rod of her master would now set that standard of perfection. The knowledge that he would share this perfection with her own worthless self overflowed her heart with heat, warmth, and a hunger for more, just as his cock overfilled her cunt, to the delicious point of almost too much.

She read out the five rules twice more as her heat grew and grew to an impossible level, and he slowly plowed in and out of her. At the end of her third reading, her breath caught, and she could speak no more. He gave one final mighty thrust and gushed his seed deep inside her twat.

Overwhelmed, she closed her eyes, and her legs collapsed under her. He caught her in his arms and carried her to his bed as his rules flashed over and over in her head.

With his left arm wrapped around the goddess curled beside him, he reached out with his right hand for his tablet to observe what the camera he had hidden in the throne room of Olympus was seeing now.

"Whenever I close my eyes for even a moment, I see a strange figure." Artemis held the wine goblet at arm's reach for Hera to drink from.

"The misshapen man?" Hera asked as Artemis downed the rest of the wine herself.

"Yes! My absolute lord and master." Shocked at her own words but finding no strength to deny them, Artemis put the goblet down and then put her fingers to work on her own nipples that stood proudly erect from her modest bare breasts.

"What are you doing?"

"When I stimulate myself, the device rests so that I am not allowed to push myself over the edge." Artemis looked down at her only garment, the golden G-string, whose constant movements had stilled.

Hera, who had never known pleasure in the arms of another woman, found the sight oddly arousing; hence, the ministrations of her throne stopped, leaving her just on the edge. She tried to push forward against the huge misshapen dildo inside her, but the vines held her fast. "Have you not tried bathing in cool mountain streams as you did in the past to fight back your desires?"

"Yes, but the device has a warming function that makes the stimulation even more intense." Artemis bit at her lip as she mauled her breasts. She was so close but couldn't quite close the deal.

Satisfied that their mental programming was coming well along, Hephaestus switched to the bio-monitor displays. Yes, both goddesses would be ready to accept his seed the next day. He put the tablet away, pulled the sleeping Aphrodite in for one kiss, and then fell asleep himself.

The next morning, Aphrodite awoke in the arms of a man and reflexively tried to use her power against him. But as soon as she noticed that this man was Hephaestus, she recoiled in shock and within moments found herself flat on her back, with her arms outstretched along the bed for balance. She stared at the ceiling as she recited the rules of Hephaestus repeatedly while her ankles pressed against his buttocks to urge his huge misshapen cock even deeper into her cunt.

A few hours (and lovemaking sessions) later, Hephaestus strode into Olympus. The few observers were so taken by the sight of this ugly man in their world of perfection that they hardly paid attention to Aphrodite clinging to him. He had to guide her forwards with his hand on her behind, for she had no eyes for the path ahead and instead focused on her lord with a heart full of awe and no trace of her usual haughty demeanor.

In the throne room, Artemis slumped on Zeus's throne. She was well aware that this was blasphemy, but she lacked the strength to move. Hera sat beside her in her own throne of shame, held in place by the vines that bound her. Both women hovered at the point of collapse, release, or both, their heat topped up even more by their sudden ovulations. They couldn't keep their eyes open or closed, so it was only the presence of Aphrodite holding onto the strange misshapen man in front of them that distinguished what they saw from what they fantasized about. Suddenly, his name sprang to their minds as their devices sprang to renewed vigor.

"Ah, ah, ah, Hephaestus!" Hera cried out as her cunt clenched around the dildo that suddenly pumped her full of his stored seed. She closed her eyes and saw fireworks (centuries before their invention). Then the vines pushed her forward to sprawl at his feet, and the throne crumbled into golden dust, leaving only a golden seal on her cervix to lock his seed in.

"My son! My blessed son!" She feebly grabbed at his ankle.

He shook this off, and she rolled onto her back, her massive, exposed breasts heaving for air.

He knelt and whispered in her ear. "I have no mother. You are merely one of my whores."

For the briefest moment, she knew shock and remorse at the harshness of his tone, but then she processed the meaning of his words, and a great warmth grew in her chest, for Hephaestus had announced his intention to fuck her. She passed out with a broad smile across her face.

Meanwhile, Artemis' golden G-string had also withdrawn and then crumbled away without bringing her to the point of release. But the sight of her lord, and to be seen by him, was all the stimulation she really needed. She spread her legs and locked her ankles over the armrests of Zeus' throne to better display her slender nakedness to her master. She plunged her right hand into her twat while her left played with her breasts. "Hephaestus! Hephaestus! Hephaestus!" She cried out for his attention. He merely glanced in her direction for a moment, and that was all it took. She squirted her release all over her father's chair, then slid to the floor unconscious. She smiled as she dreamed of all the things she had heard a woman could do to please a man and imagined that she would do these for her master.

"What is happening here?" Zeus stood bewildered at the spectacle before him.

"Ah, welcome, Father. I have merely instructed your wife on how to behave properly. Perhaps you'd like to try that out?"

What, another son? Surely, he couldn't have fucked a woman so ugly as to give birth to this deformed man. But still, there did seem to be some truth to this self-proclaimed son's words, for there lay Hera with a smile rather than a scowl on her face. And oddest of all, it seemed to be a loving rather than a vindictive smile. Zeus gathered his queen in his arms and then turned to this man who claimed to be his son. "Clean all this up."

"As you command."

Hera slept well, then awoke for dinner, where she enviously watched Aphrodite and Artemis cling to Hephaestus. After the dinner, she was led away by Zeus, and she spent the next two hours bringing him to release after release as she tried every method she could imagine, but it only took her to the edge. When her ever-unfaithful husband collapsed into drunken and well-satisfied slumber, she arose from his bed to seek her master.

She found Hephaestus lying in Aphrodite's bed, with Aphrodite and Artemis making out on top of him as his penis thrust into Artemis' newly unchaste cunt. With a grunt, he released inside her, the third time for this her first night, then pushed his stepsisters to the side. "Make way for the queen."

The two half-sister goddesses rolled a short distance away on Aphrodite's expansive bed and settled into a 69-pose to gently lap Hephaestus' spunk from each other's well-used cunts. They did this gently in a sisterly way and would only get seriously sexual about it if he watched. They did not mind that he had added another to the bed that was now his, along with all the rest of their possessions, for his pleasure was theirs.

Hera nodded at the invitation, undid her sleeping robe, and let it fall to the ground. She walked up to the bed and then crawled on top of Hephaestus, using her left hand to guide his member into her drenched cunt. The golden seal inside her dissolved away, and her cervix descended to kiss the head of his member as an infant's mouth would seek a mother's nipple. She resolved to cherish and nourish as many grandchildren-children as their brother-father would bless her with. Even if they turned out as misshapen as Hephaestus himself, that would only mean that they shared in his perfect imperfections.