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Percy Jackson and the Olympians' and 'Heroes of Olympus' belong to Rick Riordan .

This work is heavily inspired by The Wicked Man's story, Sally Jackson's Corruption.

I made contact with him regarding the status of the story. Even gave him ideas for future chapters. He stopped replying sometime ago. So I have taken it upon myself to take the story forward.

The 1st chapter of this fic is almost similar to the original. I did that to show my admiration for his work, and to convey my respect for his original thinking. A few details have been changed to take the story in the direction I want it to go.

This story has elements of rape, blackmail, coercion etc, atleast in the beginning. If you aren't comfortable with such content, then this story is not for you.

This story does not support or condone rape or any form of non-consensual sex. It is purely a work of fiction.

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Sally Jackson thought she was a smart woman, but that particular day, she thought herself being dumb. Who in their right mind would consider sticking a hand into the garbage disposal at the sink? That's right. Sally Jackson considered it and did it after turning the garbage disposal off, and now she had her hand stuck.

For over an hour after getting her hand stuck she tried everything to free her hand, but nothing that came to her mind worked. After that an hour she started to lose hope, but every five or ten minutes she tried something again that she had tried earlier. Repeat and defeat. Three hours had now passed and all this time she stood at the sink, having placed her elbow on the counter, and her chin on her hand and she sighed.

She had managed to take her loose blue T-shirt off because of how hot it felt. The windows were open and the extreme heat of summer breezed in, the kitchen became increasingly humid and sultry. She stood in nothing but her red-lace bra that covered her perky breasts, tight blue jeans and a line of her red thong could be seen.

She'd been shouting for help every ten minutes. She could see her phone, an object that had never looked so enticing before, but she couldn't reach because it sat on kitchen table behind her. She could see the clock and knew her fiance would be home in two hours, and with her son Percy, she could never tell.

Sweat trickled down her forehead, her cheeks, and between the valley of her breasts. Sighing again, she swiped her forehead and licked her wet lips. She'd even prayed to Poseidon, but there was no response. She had hoped he would show up, but she also realized that the matter of her getting stuck wasn't worth divine intervention.

Her shouting and prayers were answered when she heard someone knocking on the door, after which the doorbell rang, and a masculine voice spoke.

"Miss? Are you okay in there?"

Sally breathed, relieved, and she straightened her back and looked towards the living room. "Oh thank the gods," she whispered. "No! I'm... stuck." she hesitated saying. A moment of silence lingered before she heard his voice again. She then replied. "I've got my hand stuck in the garbage disposal unit. There's a key under the doormat."

She felt dumb admitting that she'd got her hand stuck in the disposal unit after answering his question of how and where and if he could help. She thought about putting her shirt back on, but that was a no-go as she had sliced the sleeve to her neck to get it off. She neither felt shy nor ashamed about showing skin.

She heard the key sliding in the lock and she thanked the gods' that someone came to her rescue. The door opened, heavy footsteps followed, and the door shut again. "I'm here!" she said, making a bit of noise so the man could hear from where it came.

She turned her head, a bit terrified of letting a stranger into her home, but eager to receive some help and get out of this position. He looked a bit familiar, but she shrugged it off. She looked him over. He looked about her son's age and height, with his black hair, and a fair bit of muscles. He wore knee-high shorts, sneakers and black socks, and a tight-fitting black shirt that showcased his muscles more. His eyes were a darkish brown and she noticed his eyes roaming over her body. She blushed.

"Hey", she chuckled embarrassed, her cheeks pink and heat creeping up her neck. She didn't mind his glances and obvious-looking over her body. In fact, she expected it considering how she looked and his teen-looking age.

"Hey," he smiled, his eyes stopping at the sight of her red thong, and transfixed by her firm ass that her tight jeans hid. "I'm Matt Sloan," he introduced himself as he stepped forward with the intention of helping her.

His name set off warning bells in her mind, but she couldn't recall where she had heard his name, so she thought nothing about it. Perhaps, he was just someone she had met outside somewhere and remembered his name.

"It's nice to meet you," she said, a soft laugh escaping her. "I'm Sally Jackson, though, I wish I wasn't stuck like this when I meet someone new."

"Right," Matt said. Like any teenage boy, he was enjoying the unintentional show of her almost-nudity. Sally Jackson, he thought he should know that name.

He stood behind her, head above her shoulder, and examining where her hand was, and how she was stuck.

He hummed. He wasn't an intelligent guy, often having skipped classes in school. Having his father's money allowed him such leeway.

"Can you help?" Sally asked, her breath hitching when she felt his hot breath blow on her neck.

"I think so, yeah," he answered her. The wide-smile that she now sported on her face showed her excitement and happiness, and he liked that.

"Do you have something to make your hand slippery, some form of lubricant? Oil? Lotion?" he asked her.

Her thoughts and body froze. "Yes. I do," she said, her voice blunt with shock. "Why didn't I think of that?" she asked herself. She then looked above, standing tip-toed, and reached for the cabinet. His hand grasped her wrist, and she stopped, her head turned and looked at him with surprise.

"Let me help," he said. He let go of her wrist and reached for the cabinet she had aimed for and opened it. He saw plenty of bottles in there and saw one that had oil in it. A bright-purple coloured bottle that felt half-empty. He closed the cabinet, stepped back and popped the cap.

She exhaled, releasing a deep breath, knowing that she'd get out of this predicament in few minutes. Again, she berated herself for her stupidity. Why hadn't she thought of using the lube. She could have easily taken it from the cabinet. Momentary loss of intelligence, or lapse of memory, she supposed. And those were three hours of her life she would never get back.

Matt squirted some oil on his hand, it shocked him how warm and slippery it felt. Slippery enough that when some trickled from the top and trailed down to his hand, he lost control of his assured grip. The bottle fell from his hand, he caught it, straight from the middle and he squeezed tightly as he grabbed it, and globs of oil splattered her back and derriere.

"What are you...?" she said, her voice trailing off into a shocked scream when warmth and wetness hit her back and ass. Her eyes were wide. She heard his constant apologies over and over. She shivered, feeling the oily liquid trail down her back, her backside and down her legs to her feet.

Matt froze, he looked as if he had seen Medusa, except for his darkening eyes that roamed over her nude back and her delightful derriere. Her thong now wet with lube, and her jeans becoming darker, and darker with the lube that trailed down to her feet and he followed the path of darkening. He licked his lips, and his arousal rose to shocking heights, his cock bulging against his shorts.

Sally turned her head, she gasped at the sight of his package. When she saw his eyes, her breath hitched. They were darkening with barely contained lust. Something about his eyes was so intense, and so needy that as he looked at her, she shook on her feet. She couldn't remember the last time Paul had looked her like that.

"What are you doing?" She asked with a frown.

Sally couldn't describe the shock she felt when he boldly reached forward and squeezed her clothed-ass.

"I'm doing what any teenager would do", he replied.

Matt was delighted by squeezing and groping her ass, but, he wanted to feel her bare-flesh. So his arms reached around her, pulled her in, tight against his chest, and his fat bulge ground against her butt.

"Oh!" she voiced, shock in her tone, and she didn't–honest-to-gods–didn't know what to do. "Stop!" she ordered. She shivered when his arms hugged her stomach, down to her jeans, and she dreaded the sound of her zipper being undone and then her jeans were pulled down to her knees.

"Stop!" she ordered again, making her voice sound commanding, which she didn't do often. And he ignored her.

"Real nice!" Matt appreciated, fingers squeezing her bare supple flesh, and kneading her ass with his entire palm. One hand toyed with her butt, and the other caressed her stomach, up to her milk jugs. He didn't slow down as he touched her bra-covered boobs. He pulled down her bra too and grasped her tits to squeeze and knead. His hips began to move, grinding his fat bulge against her ass, grunting all the while.

Sally pulled and twisted her hand and wrist, trying to get it out of the sink, but her efforts yielded no progress and she remained stuck. In fact, her wrist began to ache, and she tried her best to ignore the horny, rude stranger behind her as he took advantage of her 'stuck' compromising position. She did keep telling him to stop it, even threatening to call the police, but it didn't affect him.

Matt touched every inch of her creamy smooth skin, except for her pussy, but he'd be touching that very soon, and very hard. Her voice began to annoy him, her constant orders and threats, irritating him.

"Will you shut the fuck up?" he snarled, slapping her ass hard, leaving a red hand-print. He listened to her yelp. "That's the sound you should make!" he pointed out. He then yanked her thong off, snapping it straight off her, and then he bunched it up and forced it into her mouth.

Her day had started great. She woke up happy and delighted, knowing that her son and fiance would both be home tonight. Two men whom she loved very much. So she had decided to make a big dinner, and have a good family dinner and time, that is until she got stuck. From there… her day twisted and she fell from the mountainous height of happiness. She fell to the bottom of the mountain, and she fell further down, and down the more Matt touched her. Her eyes were wide, her panties stuck in her mouth, and she tried to spit them out, but he held his hand over her mouth. She'd never been this vulnerable before.

Matt kept his hand over her mouth, and with his other hand he pulled down his shorts, letting them fall to his feet before kicking them away. He then pulled down his boxers a little and grasped his erect cock in his hand and took it out. He stroked his fat cock few times before he slapped her ass with it, and the flinch that followed from her roused him. He ground his cock on her ass, slapping it a few times before he rearranged things and began to rub her pussy with his cock, and the muffled denial that came from her throat sent a rush of excitement into his head.

Sally could not believe what she was feeling. The hard flesh of his erect cock against her firm backside felt wrong. What felt even more wrong is the small tingle between her thighs, a slow, gentle build-up of pleasure that was rising in her depths. She tried her best to deny that and stop the oncoming rush of thrill and bliss. Her efforts were good, but, when she felt his cock rubbing against her pussy, her efforts turned weaker and weaker, and she cursed the slight moan that rumbled in her throat that she managed to make it sound like a mumbled denial. She didn't want him to know that she—fucking—moaned because of him.

She thought that it would stop at this—hoped—it would be him touching her, and rubbing her cunt and not taking things further. Her shocked eyes widened, denial shining in them, and her hopes fell as she felt him push forward, his fat bulbous glans stretching her tight core. He didn't stop there, and now she wasn't able to make her moan sound like a mumbled denial, as she felt every inch of his thick girth stretch her inner walls wide.

Matt grunted, licking his lips, and he drove his cock deep into her mature cunt with the intentions of ruining her tight pussy and body until she became a wanton whore. He didn't make love to her. He fucked her. He rutted her like an animal, hard and rough, each thrust burying the seven inches of his cock into her, and the sound of his balls slapping skin repeated over and over in her apartment. He grasped her silky hair in a fist and yanked it. "Cunt," he said, leaning down, and biting her neck, his intent on leaving behind his mark.

Sally knew that it wouldn't be lovemaking. She was not that much of an idiot. No love existed between the two of them. She didn't even know who he was. A stranger in her home, only knowing his name, taking advantage of her vulnerability. Though she didn't expect the intense pace he set straight from the beginning, and something about it inflamed her desires. Awakened an inherent sexual deviant inside of her. Her toes curled, sweat shone on her neck, and the muffled moan that escaped her into her thong sounded of pleasure as her head snapped back. A massive wave of arousal hit and enveloped her.

He sensed a change, a change he didn't expect, but welcomed. He heard the muffled moan that he didn't expect. He expected one of anger, frustration, hate, but he heard the throaty moan of pleasure. And that single act increased his fervor. He took his hand away from her mouth, gripped her waist, pulled her tight to him and his pace intensified. He didn't hold back with his pounding of her tight MILF pussy.

She took the thong out of her mouth and swallowed, her mouth dry, and she worked her aching jaw. "Fuck!" she said, relieved that she could speak again. She didn't threaten him anymore because of a slight fear having worked into her of what he would do. She didn't ask nor tell him to stop. Deep inside of her, she wanted it to continue. She wanted it to continue so much that she began to twist and rotate her hips on his cock.

Matt chuckled, releasing her lush hair. His arm went around her to grope and squeeze her breasts and twist and flick her nipples making the sexy MILF moan.

"Enjoying it?" He asked and slammed his hips forward, burying every inch of his fat throbbing cock into her heat.

She shook her head, yet rotated and undulated her hips on his thick cock. She wanted to say no, but instead, she said an enthusiastic, soft-sounding yes which agreed with the way she moved her hips. She thought her sexual life with Paul average, good at best. She admitted that there were things her fiance lacked in. The rough attitude, for one, and Matt brought deviancy to her life, awakening the dormant whore that was buried deep inside her.

"Fuck me!" Sally whispered.

"What's that?" Matt asked, leaning forward, his hot breath tickling her ear.

"I want you to fuck me!" she murmured, a wanton need in her soft voice.

He smiled, not that she could see it, and replied, "I'd be happy to!" He first took his cock out of her drenched cunt and saw her juices dribble down her thighs. The mewling sound of disappointment she made roused him further. But, he knelt, grasped his phone from his shorts, stood back up, wasted no time as he penetrated her again, making her shout with shock. He then set an intense, vigorous pace of pounding the hot woman old enough to be his mother, intending on having her climax on his cock. And from the sounds she made; he was doing a great job at it.

As Matt was taller than her, whenever he drove his cock into her, she had to stand on her toes to keep her balance. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning loudly.

Sally heard him grunt, intermingling with her own lavish moans, and then she felt his cock throb and pulsate deep in her core. His cock massaged and rubbed every inch of her inner walls and she pushed her hips back at him, her back arching as she bit her lip. Though reality slapped her hard as his speed and roughness increased in its intensity. His pace switched to uncontrolled and unrestrained.

"Not inside me!" She said, voice dying off with a soft moan.

A flash of light bloomed in the apartment followed by a clicking noise and dread set in her mind and heart. She recognized that. Pictures. Fear fell upon her face, which, left when his cock hit particularly deep and she forgot all about him taking pictures.

Matt didn't give a damn where he finished, though, her plea rang warning bells. He did realize that there was a chance she could get pregnant, and he didn't want kids. So he kept pounding and pressing his cock into her tight cunt, feeling the powerful pressure increase. He did his best to hold the rapidly rising pressure. "Fuck," he grunted, and pulled out at the last second.

Sally could not believe the mind-shattering, reality-breaking and intense climax that rushed through every inch of her body when his hot creamy seed splattered on her dripping cunt. Her body shook, her thighs quivered, her toes curled.

Her legs were weak as she almost fell to her knees but managed to stay upright, barely. She gripped the edge of the kitchen counter. Her blue eyes were hazy, her vision blurry. She dropped her head on her arm. "Oh gods," she murmured. More of his creamy spunk splattered on her cunt, but, then she felt his load splatter over her back and ass.

Matt groaned, sweat dripped off his forehead, and he heaved a relieved breath. He slapped her ass with his cock, what remained of his spunk, dribbled and splattered on her ass with each degrading slap. He watched her twitch and shake. He squeezed her boobs a few times before releasing her and stepping away.

He wanted to stay, and oh boy! So desperate to stay, but he knew the longer he stayed the higher the chance of getting caught. So he crouched low, pulled up his shorts and picked up the bottle which he placed on the counter next to her. "Thanks for the great fuck, Miss Jackson."

Sally flushed. her breathing coming in short bursts, as she tried to control her shaking which didn't stop as she delighted in the bliss of aftershock. She looked at the bottle, confused, and his appreciative comment even more confusing. She heard the shuffle of clothes, a zipper, and footsteps that got farther and farther. She exhaled with relief, though, deep inside her a small craving bloomed that embarrassed her. She picked up the bottle with a shaking hand and began to work herself loose from the sink, all the while, trying not to think about what had happened. Even though she felt his spunk trickle down her ass cheeks and her own juices dribbling down her inner thighs as sweat dripped down her forehead and neck.

Matt exited the apartment, an exciting step in his victorious stride, and a wide smile showed his teeth. He walked towards the elevator, and noticed someone coming out of it. "Good afternoon," he greeted, not knowing that he had just fucked the man's fiance. He ignored the guy's response as he moved into the elevator quickly.

He felt like a god right at this moment. He was Matt-motherfucking-Sloan.