Athens was the place to grow up; it was a very rich place, not like the other places in Greece. I knew from a young age that I wanted to grow up to heal people, and it wasn't until Athena blessed me with a gift that I knew I was meant to heal, not only body but soul and mind as well.
I have always been good with herbs and ointments that were designed to affect different things. I had away to read them and just knew what each one was and did. I also could make them do things other healers couldn't. It was my abilities, or gifts from Athena, that got me apprenticed to a Second Degree Healer at a sanctuary for the poor. At first I thought he was a bitter man, but after a few weeks of working with the poor I realized it was just the after effect of working with them.
My gift was a great asset to the Healer and he taught me much about herbs. He also had a way with his hands that I never quite realized what he was doing until was too late. He had walked into the back of the clinic room, where we kept supplies and made potions, and he called me to him.
Just before I could move toward the back, a man in a White Robe with a dark blue sash walked in. A Master Healer. One of the most respected of the types of men in the city, he worked for the King of Athens.
"Solon!!" my master's voice called from the back.
"One minute Master!" I called back to him. I gawked up at the mast from my kneeling position over one of the cots.
"Now Solon!" My master's voice sounded different; there was something about it that sounded, heightened.
"You best go see what the Healer wants young apprentice." I bowed to him and stood up, heading for the back. I glanced back to see the Master Healer bending over one of the sick and pulling an ointment from his personal side pouch.
"Yes? Master?" I looked around, and couldn't see him from the door.
"Come in Solon, I need you over here." He was turned toward the wall and was fiddling with something. I walked over to him and he moved fast then I could have imagined to. He clasped a pair of the restraints we used on patients around my wrists. They were connected to a hook in the ground so I couldn't stand straight up. The more I tried the tighter they seemed to become. A wooden stand was slid under my stomach to keep my hips up and prevent me from squatting. I was extremely uncomfortable but I was even more scared because I didn't what was going on.
"What are you doing?" I asked between my legs.
"Teaching you about the needs of a man, now quiet yourself." He sniped at me and one of his large palms landed across my butt check hard. I glanced through my legs and saw him squatting down lacing my ankles to the legs of the wooden stand. He had his robe pulled up around his waist and his manhood was protruding out straight. He stood back up and leaned over me, a cloth dangled in front of my face for a second then it was pulled across my mouth, so any sound was muffled and obscured.
There were hands on my legs again and this time they were dragging my robe up. The cloth slid up my legs and he dropped the bundled up half of my robe on to my back. Air swirled around my ass and my own manhood.
I felt something warm and wet run down the crack of my ass, it slid across my hole and made me clench my body tight. The touch of a finger appeared there and rubbed the liquid oil over my hole and around it. The finger then rested on my hole and tried to push its way into me. My body, by instinct, clinched and clamped shut as best as it could.
"Don't tighten up or this will hurt a lot more than it should have to." He said with little care in his voice.
I attempted to say 'please, don't do this...' but all that came out was "MMHMMHMHMHMM". I felt the finger slide into my hole and pain crept up my back. It wasn't hurting but it was uncomfortable, it felt different. The finger slid in and out and a shiver went through my body that caused it to tighten up and the loosen again. A second finger joined the first after a few strokes. The pain was a little more intense this time and was not as quick to go away. He removed his fingers and I attempted to take advantage of the opportunity. The twine that held my feet to the post had come apart and had started to move a kick toward him, but he kicked my legs apart before I could. My legs spread as far as they could with my hips supported by the stand.
I felt something warm and rounded push against my ass. I tried my hardest to relax but it seemed to counter and tense up. I didn't want this to happen but I want to relax so it didn't hurt. He pushed and I felt the head of his man hood stretching my hole, it felt like I was being pulled at the seams. I he pushed once hard and I felt something the size of a lemon pop in. I wanted to scream but sound wouldn't come out of my throat.
He pushed his way farther into me slowly. A little bit and then he would stop, giving me just enough to time for the pain to recede back to bearable he would pull out to the end and then push farther than he was to begin with, he did this about four times until he was all the way in. I could feel the hair around his shaft brushing my cheeks. He pulled out and shoved in another time, pain ripped through my body. I left my body go limp out of pain, I didn't want to feel any more.
Mother help me... My thoughts drifted to the gods. A whisper responded to me.
"Use what you know." It came on a breeze and I could almost have mistaken it for rattling of coins but I knew her voice well. I had always been told to keep my gift a secret because of who I was, but now it was my only defense. I looked down at my hands and winced as he thrust into me again. I twitched my fingers and the chains came undone as if they were unlocked. He quickly slid all the way out and had his hands spreading my cheeks ready to thrust into me again. I steadily kicked backwards, sending him stumbling backward.
I stood up and turned to face him, letting my robe fall back down to my ankles. I held my hand up and twitched my fingers again, my Master was lifted off his feet and propelled backward into the wall head first. He didn't move.
Something warm and wet dripped down my leg, I reached around behind me and pulled back a finger with blood on it. A bright light appeared in front of me, swirling. A figure stepped forward and began to speak.
"Fear not my child, he was meant to die, and you are meant to begin your destiny, trust your fate my son. For fifteen seasons now you have been prepared now you are ready." Her voice died and the light faded.
"Wait...Athena...mother." She didn't usually give me a chance to talk to her in that form, I had had a few conversations with people (and things) I believe to have been my mother. The light had been soothing but now I just felt weak, I stumbled backward into the wall and squatted.
A different voice washed over me this time, or maybe it was the smell from him. A hand rested on my shoulder and I looked up into his eyes, the Master Healer was pulling another bottle from his personal side pouch.
"Fever few for the pain and to help healing, and Valerian Root with Hops to help you rest. Rest now my boy, you will be safe with me." He tipped the liquid into my throat and cool sensation flooded through my body, quickly. I smiled and let my head fall down on my arms, sleeping gently. Dreaming of my mother, as I usually did, my dreams were where she trained me.
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