The Gorgon Experience Verse One

This is probably the weirdest thing I've ever done. Especially since this story radically switches gears at one point. I've always had a big interest in mythology, and I read a lot of Greek mythology when I was a kid. The story of Perseus and Medusa was always a favorite. To me the best Medusa will always be Ray Harryhausen's terrific creation for Clash Of The Titans. Megara's name, however, is from an old Hammer movie from the 60s called The Gorgon which curiously misnames the three Gorgons as Medusa, Megara, and Lucretia (The Gorgons were Medusa, Euryale, and Sthenno. Megara was actually the wife of Hercules, and the only Lucretia I'm familiar with was the notoriously horny Itailian noblewoman). Contains strait, futanari, futa on male, and . . . er . . . a Gorgon. Downloadable file included. Please comment or a Gorgon shall visit you at night.

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The Gorgon Experience

Verse I.

By Hardcover

The water splashed rhythmically on the bow of the boat as it slipped forward through the thick humid fog. I peered out into grey, formless gloom, straining to see in front of me. The outboard motor groaned noisily as it pushed the small boat forward, ever so slowly. I could see, just barely, the outline of the approaching island. Looming up out of the fog, it beckoned to me with a sinister silence, an invitation not spoken aloud, but felt through the sticky, warm fog that surrounded the island. With any luck, this was the place, the destination I had sought so fervently for such a long time.

We were near the equator, far off the coast of South America, in an area out at sea that sported a number of small uncharted islands known only to local fishermen. Deep in the Pacific Ocean, we were slipping in through a rocky bunch of outcroppings that prevented the large boat I had chartered from making the approach, thus requiring the use of the small one that I and my guide Enrique were using. We had set sail from the southern most tip of Ecuador, following Enrique and his crew deep into this distant island chain that few knew about. I was interested in one particular island that the locals referred to as La Sangre de Serpientes: “The Blood Of Serpents”. The Island we were heading for now. The field is where I belonged, as I was just as outdoorsman in my personality as I was bookworm.

But allow me to introduce myself: I am Dr. James Turnbuckle. I have black hair that I keep brushed back, and dark brown eyes. I keep clean shaven, even this far out in the field. I’m in reasonably good shape, keeping a daily work out regimen. I was born in London, England, but I have spent the better part of the last ten years as a professor of mythological studies at Berkley University, Berkley being one of the few p