Punished by the Gods
by S-Lore

Long rolling waves of thick blue water smashed against the sides of the boat. Niceus stumbled as the floor beneath him suddenly dropped down. He caught himself on the edge of the ship just in time to be slammed by another wave.

It was the worst day at sea. Not stormy enough to be exciting and not calm enough to keep from bouncing around. The wind tossed up many large waves that sent his entire ship rolling, but he had yet to capsize.

Niceus had been stranded for days, unable to drink or eat. He had lost contact with his fleet on their way to Sparta. At first, he had at least a couple of crewmates to keep him company, but during the last particular nasty storm, he had lost them all to the depths.

Now all he could do was wait for the last of his days to run out. His life nothing but the last grains of sand in an hourglass. His lips were cracked and dried. He saw nothing but blue. Blinking furiously, he tried to shake away the hundreds of visions his deprived mind was creating.

However, unlike most visions, this recent one wasn’t fading. Rubbing his eyes, he realized there was a strong chance of what he saw before he was not any play of the mind but reality. Cool, crisp reality. Niceus jumped for joy; it was an island!

A couple of hours later he felt the rush of excitement as the bottom of his boat struck sand. He laughed praising the gods that he had finally been plucked away from the hand of Poseidon and was now back on land.

Niceus jumped over the side and landed with a splash. The Island was still about a mile away, but the water was only up to his knees. Niceus waded through the water until finally collapsing on the sand.

He allowed his vision to fade as his exhausted body fell into a deep sleep. Eventually, the rising tide pulled him back to a conscious state. Water rushed into his nose causing his eyes to shoot open as he coughed and spluttered.

Releasing once more where he was he began to praise Athena for this divine providence. Promising that the moment he was able he would sacrifice his best lamb and praise her name for eternity. However, unknown to him, this was not Athena’s doing. He had long since lost her faith and respect. For years ago, he had committed a heinous crime against his wife. Thus, permitting a fitting punishment from Athena.

Niceus took a look around, finally observing the island up close. Despite the smooth white sandy beach, there loomed a beautiful rich grove of vegetation. One he knew could have only sprung up from a pure water source. The island spanned about a mile wide in all directions with nothing but the large oasis in the center. There weren’t many trees, only long grass bushes littered in plump, luscious grapes and other various berries.

Niceus had never seen such bountiful amounts of fruit. He could eat like a king! Running into the oasis, he gasped. There, in the very center, sat a pool of crystal water. His stride only got faster as he plunged his face into the liquid. His mouth opened as he sucked down the water. Massive mistake, Niceus reeled back sputtering as the vast amounts of water caused his throat to swell up too fast and weigh down his body.

Taking some deep breaths, he slowed down and began to take much smaller sips. Suddenly, a slight movement was caught in the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he saw nothing. He must be seeing things. Niceus Looked back at the pool yelping in surprise.

Inches from his nose, the beautiful face of a woman stared at him. Niceus stumbled back a bit further realizing she was certainly not human. She had a light green tint to her skin and had the most beautiful pair of seafoam green eyes. Her hair was a darker green color and braided back into a large circular crown that surrounded her head. She was wearing a loose-fitting dress that, oddly enough, split at her legs like a pair of pants.

“W-who are you?” Niceus, glad to see his voice had returned, asked. The lady stepped forward out of the water and advanced towards him.

“Me?” Her voice was heavenly. Like thick ropes of honey being poured across a field of roses. Getting closer she stood over Niceus in a very dominant fashion. Her hands were on her hips, and she looked down at him, for he remained frightened on the ground. “I’m the nymph of this island. You may call me Syrinx.” She smiled causing Niceus lower regions to grow hot as they filled with a passion.

“Syrinx. You are a nymph. I see! Only one with such beauty as yours could be a nymph.” Niceus quickly got his voice back standing back to his feet. “You see, my ship has run aground here, and I have been adrift for many days. Please, I apologize if I am trespassing, but I need food and drink. Perhaps I can make this worth your while and embark on a journey of many pleasures this evening.” Niceus smiled towards her.

Syrinx raised her eyebrow remembering what Athena had told her. She was not sent as a reward, but a punishment. And she knew exactly how she would do it. Syrinx reached forward placing her fingers on his chest then slowly dragged them closer to his crotch. His breathing sped up as she neared his dick, but her hand was off right before touching it.

He moaned in frustration as she turned and stepped back into the water. “Fine. Eat, drink, recover. And we shall see of tonight.” Syrinx reached over and plucked a swollen berry from a nearby bush biting into it.

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As Niceus ate his fill and drank until recovered, Syrinx watched patiently. She too ate large pieces of fruit and other various plants around the island. As much as the man tried to get closer, she never let him, making his swollen member cry out in frustration. She felt his urge to fuck her, looking at him properly she wouldn’t mind it. However, he was going to be punished, and the promise of such a reward shall be the bait to her trap.

As the sun began to set and only torches, Syrinx had set up, lit the area, Niceus approached her once more. She was sitting on a chair made of various large branches and leaves. She looked like a queen on her throne. Niceus kneeled before her, his body aching for the pleasure she could bring him.

“Please, I beg of you, let me take you and your body as mine this evening.” He would beg and beg, but three days had passed, and Syrinx would decline every time. Eventually, he began to worship her, bowing down and kissing her feet, though dirty from the sand and ground.

Syrinx smiled at this, knowing deep down as each day passed her body was only growing sweatier and dirtier.

Finally, the fourth day, after Niceus had kissed both her feet for an entire day, she spoke. “Brave Niceus. Loyal Niceus. You worship me with such strong devotion. Had you done so with your wife, perhaps I wouldn’t have had to punish you like this.” The more she spoke, the more terrified Niceus became. Eventually, he tried to stand but realized he couldn’t. Vines and other plants were restraining his arms and legs.

As his mouth cried out to Athena a long thick vine entered into it and filled it, so he was no longer allowed to speak. Only quick panicked breathes from his nostrils made a sound as Syrinx stood from her throne. She spoke longer on the sins he had committed as the vines slowly pulled him closer to the throne.

Niceus cried out in fear as he was lifted and added to the throne. His arms were entangled with vines making them apart of the armrests, while his legs were restricted to the base. Finally, his head was fully restrained to the seat portion, making it clear what his fate was going to be.

“Now, Niceus, you shall be punished for your crimes against your marriage.” He gasped through his nose as Syrinx came into view and turned around. He tried to move but found it impossible. Soon the strange pant dress combo came down onto his face. His nose being shoved deep into her butt crack, a place no man had ever dreamed of being, at this time in history.

Grabbing her slightly bloated stomach she remembered how much of the fruit she had eaten. This was going to be exactly what he deserved.

BrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrppppppTTTT!!!

Niceus screamed as the first fruity, yet indescribably stinky, fart ripped right into his nostrils. He felt the vine expand in his mouth choking him further as the vile gas ripped by the nymph swelled up in his lungs. As his bloodshot eyes darted around searching for any means of escape, she grunted above him.

SpppppppppppppRRRRRT!!!

Crying out she smiled as her throne took her violent gas attack. The stench of rotten fruit mixed with spinach and other vegetables began to fill the air. Syrinx, however, knew her loyal fart sniffer was getting most of it.

BrrPPt! BrrrrrrrrrPPPT!

Niceus felt like passing out as two more farts caused him to gag violently. AS he did so, the vine crept down further making him gag even harder. He was left without mercy as his nose greedily sucked down the stench of digested strawberries.

Every moment he felt like losing consciousness he saw the face of the goddess herself before being brought back. Was this like the stories he had grown up with? The gods punishing sinners in horrendously cruel ways, never letting them die or pass out from mercy?

BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!

A long exploding bomb vibrated across his face, singeing the insides of his nostrils. Syrinx wiggled her ass making his nose go even deeper. Niceus sniffed loudly, desperate for air as her large cheeks squeezed the sides of his nose.

Syrinx heard his frantic intakes of air smiling at the perfect opportunity.

ssssssssssRRPPPPPT!

She bit her lip as the hot blast seeped from her body. She laughed as the vines on her seat tightened to keep him restrained. He screamed, rather attempted to, taking the full blast of her scorching fart.

Nice's eyes rolled back into his head as the liters of farts were injected straight into his body through his nose. He felt tears glide down his cheeks as another long fart was sent rattling through his nose.

Eventually, he felt her get off, allowing his nose brief freedom. It lasted seconds, however. The vine slid out of his mouth giving him false hope as more held his jaw open. Allowing her a new position, his lips wrapped around the source of her gas. He screamed and pleaded into her butt, but she cared not.

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppptttt….

Sighing she released the lengthy blast right into his throat. He gagged taking in the entire digestive volley. Crying for death or freedom, he was met by no answer from the gods. Only Syrinx’s eyes as she looked over her shoulder.

“Poor Niceus, doomed to spend eternity with me. But isn’t that what you were kissing my feet begging for?” She smirked as the word eternity sent him into a frenzy. “Please, the gods are keeping you restrained. Do you think you have the might to oppose them? Accept your fate.”

BrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRPpppppp…

Another fruity fart attacked his tongue and thousands of taste buds in his mouth making his existence hell. Finally, his struggle died down. After an hour of fart swallowing, she replaced the vine in his mouth, and he went back to being her fart sniffer.

The island was shrouded in mist, and the gods blessed Niceus with eternal life. No matter how much he pleaded for mortality, he was doomed to spend his eternity sucking down Syrinx’s relentless gas. Such a beautiful nymph, the genitalia he wanted so severely merely centimeters from his face. But he would only and always know the smell of her farts.