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Changing The World	By : Nathalia Category: M through R > Percy Jackson & the Olympians Views: 62337 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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CHAPTER TWO
Plotting to escape would have been easier if Annabeth had been able to have some uninterrupted time to herself, so she could think and go over options.
Unfortunately, both Luke and Percy knew her well enough to not give her that opportunity. At least one of them was with her almost constantly, and if they were tired or not in the mood, they would tease and coax her body until she was wet and almost begging for them… and leave her wanting, hands bound so that she couldn't finish the job herself.
If they were frustrated or angry at something, Annabeth could expect almost vicious gropes and rough pounding.
If she was lucky and they were pleased at whatever was happening, it was a gentle passion.
Sometimes they took her together, as they had the first time, but more often they took turns, especially if only one was available to watch her.
About the only thing she could be thankful for was that they hadn't forced her to give a blowjob since the first time (though Annabeth did sometimes use it as a way to get things over with), and that Percy given her a potion designed to prevent pregnancy, created and blessed by a child of Eileithyia, the goddess of childbirth.

This time, her so-called 'minder' was Percy, who had checked on her half an hour before, staying just long enough to tie her up and stuff a timed, low-set vibrator in her cunt. The wretched thing would drive her to the brink of orgasm, then abruptly stop, switching off until she was almost back to her usual state of mind after being denied release, and then start the cycle all over again.
By the time Percy returned, Annabeth had come up with three different and very creative ways to murder the spawn of Hephaestus – or possibly Eros or Aphrodite – responsible for creating the vibrator, and would be willing to do almost anything to relieve the pressure.
Percy removed it, and was surprised when Annabeth instantly took him in her mouth, trying to get him hard as fast as she could, since she still didn't have the use of her hands. He parted her thighs with his foot, almost smirking as she tried to grind against him, moaning in frustration. Luckily for Annabeth, Percy was the teenage son of a god known to have a sexual appetite, so it never took long for him to be ready. She hated that she was so desperate for him, that she held to the hope that he was somehow brainwashed, but she couldn't stop herself.

Percy had been her best friend for years, and his fatal flaw was loyalty. It was impossible to comprehend that he would betray Camp Half-Blood like that, but he had proven that he could be sneaky when necessary. Percy had counted Luke as a friend, and was known for crazy plans that somehow worked. Try as she might, Annabeth couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Percy's actions than met the eye.
But that was the least of her problems. The son of Poseidon pulled away from Annabeth's mouth, laughing at her cry of dismay, and tossed her onto the bed. Yanking her thighs apart, Percy's tongue flickered inside and against her pussy, winning another cry. "That's it, Wise Girl. Scream for me."
Annabeth didn't need to be told, forgetting about everything except finally relieving the ache in her core. It hurt as his fingers stretched her, his teeth grazing her clit, but she couldn't stop. "Aaaah! Percy… ah… please, Percy, I need… unh! I need you! Ah… yes… ah, ah, ah, AH! Please, don't stop! UNH!"
Of course, he instantly stopped, sitting back on his heels. Annabeth nearly cried as she propped herself up on her elbows, spreading her legs further apart in a clear invitation. Percy laughed again, "Your turn, Annabeth. Show me how much you want it."
Athena's daughter straddled him, still too tight to be comfortable, hands gripping his black hair and full breasts level with his face. Percy seized the advantage, taking one into his mouth, licking and sucking the soft flesh, grinding the sensitive nub between his teeth. Annabeth screamed, plunging down onto him again and again, pulling him closer.
Percy rose up to meet her, shoving the blonde onto her back, forcing himself in even deeper and harder, driving her toward the edge. One hand found her clit, and he pressed down hard as Annabeth thrashed beneath him, screaming as she came. She collapsed bonelessly, but Percy wasn't finished. He spooned against her, raising one leg to give him access. "Don't relax yet, Annabeth. I'm not done with you."
He slid inside her again, mouth finding all of the spots that sent electricity shooting through her. One hand slid up to palm her breasts as he claimed her lips again. Annabeth glanced up with glazed, lidded eyes as he rolled her onto her front again, before she froze in place as his cock probed her rear. Percy didn't take the time to make it good for her this round, relentless as he ignored her terrified sobs, slowly penetrating inch by agonizing inch. It was the second time Annabeth had begged that day, but this time not nearly as pleasant. "NO! Please, not… not there! Ah… unh… argh… please, Percy, it hurts… please… ah… stop! I'll… I'll take you anywhere else, but not that way!"
Her arse was tight, and not really worth the time Percy would have to spend preparing her. Besides, Percy might have changed, but not so much that he wanted to cause Annabeth more pain than he could avoid.
He pulled out and lay down beside Annabeth, stroking her back as she slowly calmed down. As her tears dried, one hand slipped between her legs, slow, gentle strokes that matched the soft kisses over her neck and shoulders. Annabeth slowly relaxed again, preparing for another intrusion, but it didn't come. Instead, Percy kissed her softly on the cheek. "Rest, Wise Girl. I'm sorry I hurt you."

Annabeth pretended to doze, listening to her two captors talking, careful to keep her breathing slow and even. "I wish we didn't have to do it like this."
There was true regret in Percy's voice, matched by the pain in Luke's. "So do I, but is there any other way you can think of that wouldn't raise suspicions about our plans? I hate that Annabeth got hurt, but her hating us is the best cover we have, and her best defence if anything goes wrong."
Percy sighed. "I know, and I know that it's the best way to keep her off-balance. It's just… "
Opening one eye the barest slit, Annabeth saw Luke place a hand on Percy's shoulder. "I know. But we can't give them even a hint."
That was as good as proof that her theory was correct. Percy and Luke had a plan, a plan that involved fooling everyone from Chiron and the campers to the Gods themselves. Annabeth knew the Prophecy that almost certainly referred to Percy, and it was a struggle to remain still as an even wilder theory formed in her mind.

A frontal attack on Kronos would be an almost-certain failure, but Kronos had no reason to fear betrayal from Luke, whose grudge against the Gods was very real, and had been trying to convert Percy since Seaweed Brain was twelve. If Annabeth, Luke's almost-sister and Percy's almost-something-more, looked like she hated them both for betraying her, they had a chance at killing Kronos!

The conversation stopped after mention of someone called Nico, and Annabeth quickly shut her eye again, pretending to stir as the two young men stood and came over to where she lay. "Naptime's over, Annabeth. Time to have some fun."
Luke seldom cared much for foreplay, slipping his fingers inside her to make sure he would fit before he plunged into her from behind, spooning his body around hers. Annabeth's yelp was cut off by Percy's mouth devouring her own, one hand twining in her blonde curls, the other stroking her breast.

That was another difference between them. Luke would take his pleasure and be done, his thrusts short and swift, like a busy messenger or a thief's heist. The sea was unpredictable, and Annabeth was never sure if Percy would take her with the fierce power of a storm, or the languid, slow movement of the waves at low tide.

This time, he waited until Luke had built up a rhythm, before he pressed closer to the blonde, joining the older youth in her pussy, sandwiching Annabeth between them.

Annabeth yelped, too full to even struggle. She felt like she was being ripped apart, stretched to breaking point and helpless to stop them. Luke rolled onto his back, hands coming around to close on Annabeth's breasts. Percy braced himself above the other two, his sea-change eyes burning into her storm-grey ones. He dipped his head to kiss her neck, while Luke reached up to do the same on the other side. Annabeth arched her back, accidentally pushing them deeper inside her, whimpering softly. "Not both of you at once, please! I can't do it, you don't fit!"

Percy pulled out of her and stood, cock level with her lips in a silent command. Annabeth opened her mouth, gagging slightly as Percy made her take as much of him as possible. Luke started to thrust up into her, balls slapping her clit, making her moan around Percy's dick as she bounced on Luke's. "Take it, Annabeth! Do you like us fucking you?"

With her mouth too full to reply, Annabeth could only moan in protest. She tried to kick Percy, but got no more than a stubbed toe for her effort. Percy laughed and withdrew as Luke spent himself inside her and pushed her off, only for Percy to take over her cunt again, driving toward his own release.

Annabeth let him, still reeling from her discoveries, and it didn't take long before the two young men were pulling their clothes on and leaving her to sleep.

Unlike other times, Annabeth didn't doze off, but lay awake after cleaning herself up, trying to think of how she could help.
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