John Blaze
06-04-2011, 4:27 PM
* So, here is a warning to all of you who typically enjoy my stories. I am trying something quite different with this one. So, it may or may not be something you are into. I think there are people on this forum who will appreciate it as good fiction, but let me know through your responses if I should continue. I have the rest of it 80% worked out.
The Temple of Athena
The massive ocean of men moved like a locust cloud through the fields. Dark from days walking through the sun, the tough looking men were fearsome in appearance. Never mind the fact that there were 10,000 of them. To look at just five of them could cause a soldier to flee. They were dressed in leather tunics. Their large shields were strapped to their backs and long swords or battle axes hung at their sides. It seemed that none of them was shorter than 6’3” or weighed less then 250lbs. Hairy, muscular, and bearded each man looked every bit the fearsome warrior. The horde of invaders approached Greece after days of travel and they were blood thirsty. At the front of the army rode the 5 brothers affectionately known as “The Pride”. They named themselves after a pride of five ferocious lions they had studies in Africa during an earlier exploit. Like those lions, they were all brothers with less than 7 years separating the oldest from the youngest. And like those lions, they were always looking to expand their territory. Their quest for power and land had brought them right to the door step of Greece.
Atop the mountain ahead they could see a shining white and gold structure. As they approached closer, they noticed it looked like a palace. Theokles, the ruler of his land and the head of this mighty army looked at his brothers and wondered aloud what the structure was.
“That is the Temple of Athena, brother. The Greeks worship her for many reasons. They believe she is their protector and she is their goddess of wisdom. She is also said to be a skilled warrior.”
Theokles smiled broadly and said “Where there is a temple dedicated to a goddess there are many priestesses. Many VIRGIN priestesses!” He motioned for his brothers to ride up next to him and he told them his plan. “Let the men rest here and set up camp. We’ve been marching for days. We will take our 100 best men and sack the temple. We will ravage the women and loot the treasures of the temple! It will be a great release for the men and a strict forewarning to the Greeks of what is to come!”
Hours later the maidens of the temple had no idea of the approaching danger! Fifty young women with soft ivory white skin walked around the temple tending to its various needs and performing their daily rituals. They all had long, beautiful flowing hair and wore loose white cloaks. These women were raised from birth to serve Athena. Picked by the age of 3, young girls were taught the ways of being a priestess and protected from any other form of work. At age 18, they were sent away to the temple to live out their next 12 years. At the age of 30, they would return to teach the next batch of young girls. And so the cycle went on for generations. This resulted in 2 things: 1) very skilled and dedicated priestesses and 2) a flock of 50 18-29 year old virgins who were pure of spirit while beautiful in flesh! Any man would be lucky to have them, but all knew that these women “belonged” to Athena and the law forbid any sexual contact or marriage. No man would be dumb enough to risk death under the law or risk showing disrespect to Athena. None, that is, except the oncoming 105 warriors.
The five brothers rode their horses right up the front stairs to the temple and their one hundred best warriors followed closely on foot. When they noticed the approaching men the priestesses rushed to lock the gates but it was too late. The five brothers rode through the front gate.
The head priestess (the eldest and most senior woman – 28 years old) shouted in anger “You cannot enter here! No man is allowed! And certainly not any horses! You defile Athena’s temple and you insult the goddess!”
The laughter of 100 men filled the temple and enraged the priestess. The youngest brother of the five, Oclaphius, hopped down from his horse. The large man walked towards the priestess and slapped her viciously across the face. She fell to the ground bleeding and he stared down at her with lust in his eyes. “You will KNOW defilement in a few seconds woman!” Oclaphius was a much feared member of this army. As one of its leaders, he believed in rape as a powerful psychological weapon and would often be the first to take a woman by force, setting off what would often turn into a multiple day display of savage brutality leaving entire villages of women demolished! “Do you know who I am?”
The priestess looked up and shook her head “no” in fear and anger.
“I am Oclaphius!” Reveling in the look of fear on her face when she heard his name, he laughed a hearty laugh and stated to loosen his clothes.
“You cannot take me on the steps of the temple… in front of Athena’s statue!”
A third brother, Marcus, now hopped down from his horse. “To hades with the goddess and to hades with you all! With that, he wiped his feet on the marble floor in an act of disrespect. The war boots were filthy and left dirty scuff marks all over the meticulously cleaned marble stone floor.
The priestess continued her pleas and warnings, “You defile the goddess with your horses and your boots. You defile the temple if you perform violent acts against Athena’s priestesses! You…”
Oclaphius kicked the women in the chest as she lay at his feet. “Shut your mouth woman!”
The fourth oldest brother, Diaphus, now slid from his horse. Looking down he noticed one of the horses had defecated on the ground. Walking over to it and picking up a large clump with his bare hand, he hurled it at the gold and ivory statue of Athena. It struck the statue in the face, slid down over her shoulder and off to the side…leaving a brown trail of filth on the statue. “How’s THAT for defilement?” The uproar of laughter was deafening. Most of the priestesses were trembling, some were crying, but all were praying to Athena for help!
Finally the fifth brother, Serekles, shouted out “Let the fun begin! And when we are done, let us destroy this place as a symbol to Athens that their protector is worthless! Let us carve our own likenesses into these walls instead!” Again, more shouts of triumph and laughter.
Suddenly thunder could be heard loudly. The men looked all around but the sky was blue and the sun was high and bright in the sky. The thunder continued and got louder and louder. Soon smoke filled the surrounding area and no one could see. Then, within seconds it was all gone. Standing in front of the army of men was an athletic looking woman. She stood about 5’8 and wore a helmet for war, carried a spear in her right hand and a shield in her left. She had a short dagger hanging from her waist and her loose fitting white garment stopped mid-thigh and exposed her athletic but incredibly feminine legs. On her feet, all she wore were “gladiator” sandals.
Some of the hundred were frightened at what had just happened. All of the priestesses were trembling. The woman took off her helmet and long, silky blond hair dropped down to the middle of her back. When she spoke her voice carried power in an unnatural way. “I am Athena. You have defiled my temple and my priestess. An example must be made.”
Some of the hundred began to back up trembling, but the bold five stood their ground.
Theokles shouted in defiance, “I don’t care who or what you are! If you breathe, you will bleed… and you will die!” Looking back over his shoulder he shouted, “Men… have you ever stuck your manhood into a goddess?” Reinvigorated by their general’s bravado, the 100 shouted out in a mix of defiance and rage!
Athena flung her spear to the side and her shield to the other. “Daughters, come stand behind me”. 49 of the priestesses ran behind Athena offering her prayers and thanks. The head priestess however, still lie hurt and bleeding at the feet of Oclaphius. He put his boot on her back pinning her to the ground and smiled “This one is mine!”
With a motion of his sword, Theokles signaled the hundred to charge the goddess. They ran forward screaming. Athena whispered her next words, but each man heard them loudly in his ears even above the screams. “You have been incredibly insolent towards me and my temple. I will allow none of you dignity. Whether you die or live, I will dishonor you all.” She pulled out her dagger and walked forward.
It was a sight to behold as the beautiful, young (looking) woman with nothing on but a white garment and some sandals literally mowed down the first 10 men to approach her. She moved with inhuman quickness at first. Stepping and weaving in-between the large sword swings. Then, she started to lay them down. 1 by 1 she took them out and true to her word she was intentionally disrespectful in their deaths. The first to die was a large man. As he swung his sword with both hands she caught his wrist with her free hand and with only one arm stopped all of his momentum. Looking directly into his eyes she spit in his face. Her spittle ate away at his face like acid and he fell to the ground writhing in agony at her feet until so much of his face was gone that he went into shock and passed away. She stepped on his dead body, giving it no more thought than stepping on a rug, and continued to walk forward. Two men then attacked her at the same time and with a lightning fast strike, she slit both of their throats with a single sweep of her dagger. Both men fell to the ground clasping their bleeding throats and their final sensations were a foot on their faces. Stepping up on both heads and stood on them as they died beneath the thin soles of her sandals. As the two men died, choking on their own blood beneath her feet, 2 more men attacked her. This time, actual lightning struck them just as they were about to reach her, they fell to their knees in agony roughly 2 meters in front of her. She walked the lengths of the two dead bodies she was standing on and stood in front of the kneeling men. She removed one sandal and ripped it into two pieces. She shoved the front half into the mouth of one and the heel half into the mouth of the other. So, kneeling before the goddess and slowly dying from lightning strikes, they were forced to taste the dirt and sweat from her shoe. The sweat from the goddess’s foot was 10,000 times more potent than that of a normal human. So, the two men knelt dying, unable to move and sucking on the overwhelming taste of Athena’s foot.
Five more men charged her. The first man to reach her was slapped across the face with the back of her hand with such force that he fell to the ground. Stepping on the side of his face with her foot (the one that still had a sandal on), she applied pressure and started to crush his facial features. The gut wrenching screams were accompanied by the sounds of bones breaking and teeth being crushed. As she stood grinding her foot as if on a bug atop the screaming man’s head, two of the other five lunged at her. She stabbed each one in the gut with her dagger. Her actions were so fast they were almost invisible to the naked eye. Each man felt a pain, but by the time he looked down he saw her standing there, smiling at them with her dagger dripping with blood. Each looked down to see a bloody wound in his abdominals and collapsed to the floor. As they lay dying, she repeated her earlier action of removing her shoe and tearing it in two, shoving the pieces into their mouths as a final insult. Only this time, the the foot sweat of the goddess was mixed with the blood of their comrade since the shoe had been used to crush his face like a piece of fruit. They each died with their eyes open and the look of disgust frozen on their faces from the incredibly salty tasting shoe they had been forced to suck on with their last ounces of energy. The fifth attacker of this second batch had gotten behind her and lunged at her with all of his might. Sensing his presence, her foot shot backwards into his scrotum, immediately causing him to collapse to his knees at her rear. As he was on his knees behind her, Athena lifted her garment and exposed the most beautiful bare ass he had ever seen. Even in his extreme pain, he was lustful. Then, he heard a light hissing sound followed by the most fragrant and beautiful smell he had ever experienced. It was sweeter than any perfume he had smelt on a woman in his life. At that moment, he became keenly aware that the goddess was passing gas directly into his face. As the fragrant smell filled his lungs, he found he could no longer breath. He started choking and grabbed in vain at his throat. She let her garment fall once again covering herself and the soldier dropped to the floor dying at her feet, choking on … well… her fart.
True to her word, she had dispatched of the first ten attackers in humiliating ways… and with tremendous ease. The 90 other soldiers froze in their tracks. For the first time they were afraid. Simultaneously, the priestesses all cheered the deaths of the first ten from their safe spectator positions behind Athena.
The ninety once fierce soldiers stepped backwards for every step forward she took. Eventually, one of the younger ones shouted out “We cannot fight a goddess!” and he turned to flee. However, when he reached the front gates he slammed into something and fell. Some sort of force field was blocking the exit… he was locked in… he was trapped!
Athena called out to the frightened and panicking men. “Only one of you will be permitted to leave here alive. Which of you will it be?”
The young one who had tried to flee sprinted forward and dropped at her feet. “Me! Please, let me go!”
“How old are you?” she asked.
“Twenty one years old” he said trembling, staring at the ground at her feet as he knelt.
“I see your thoughts… your memories. For one so young you have done a great many evil things! You are very vain. Do you think you are a beautiful man?”
“Y… yes”. He told her the truth, figuring she could read his thoughts anyway. Indeed, he had always gotten many women with his good looks.
The young man started crying. His comrades, though many of them were also frightened, cursed him for a coward! Athena beckoned for 10 of her priestesses to come over to where the young man was kneeling. Immediately, ten of the young women ran over They were no longer afraid… they were vindicated. Athena lifted her foot to the man’s chest and pushed him over onto his back. “Hold him down and hold his head still” she told the 10 women. As the man lay on his back four women went and stood on his right arm and four women went and stood on his left arm. Then two women knelt and held his head steady with his face looking up at the sky. The man was scared, but comforted that he would be allowed to leave alive. The eight women who stood on him looked down into his scared face with satisfaction. He was one of the men who had come to rape and kill them, now he was beneath their feet. Having spent an entire life in complete servitude to the goddess, each of them now experienced a kind of power that they never knew before as they looked down at their bare feet pinning this frightened man to the ground.
Athena stepped onto his chest and looked down at him. Then, as the two priestesses held his head still, she lifted her left foot and stepped forward. Her dainty foot covered his face. Her bare heel pressing into his mouth, her arch crushing his nose down, the ball of her foot resting on his eyes and brow and her toes on his forehead. She applied pressure, stepping forward until her entire foot pressed firmly against his face. Then, the man started to feel some heat. Subtle at first, her foot was heating up. Within a few moments the sole of her foot was white hot as if it were a piece of metal that a mason were forging into a sword in the fire. A sizzling sound could be heard as the man screamed out. The two women holding his head had to look away as they could see his skin frying off around the edges of the goddess’s foot. They tried to avoid the smell of his burnt flesh. His face made a sizzling sound like bacon on a hot skillet… although, they could hardly hear it over the man’s agonizing screams. He continued to cry out into the sole of Athena’s burning hot foot until she saw fit to step off of his face. The other women stepped off of his arms and the two women let go of his head.
For the next few moments everyone around was frozen looking at this man roll around on the floor screaming in pain. “My face… my face… what have you done to my face!”
Athena walked over to the cowering man and touched him with the tip of her dagger. “Heal.” She commanded him.
His pain started to slowly subside as the mangled and burnt flesh “healed” itself. Of course, heal was a relative turn. The skin stopped bleeding and the burnt pieces that were hanging from his face fell off. But, his charred face did not return to normal. Instead permanently charred into his face was a perfect black print of Athena’s sole. Dead center of his face, covering it from chin to forehead and complete with five dainty toe prints across his forehead was a perfect indentation of her foot. Since her sole had been pressing down on his nose, his nose was fused flat into his face. The print was a slight indentation, as if her foot had both burned his face and sunken slightly into it. Because his nose was flattened back into his face, he was forced to breathe through his mouth and he could not smell anything.
“I let you live” Athena started, “to walk the rest of your days bearing my mark. Now go, tell your legions across the field that your comrades are gone forever and they should turn around and leave Greece or face the same fate.”
The remaining men looked at the horribly disfigured face of their comrade with anger, shame, disgust…but mostly with fear. The young priestesses, once terrified of both the soldiers and Athena, now were reveling at being on the “winning side”. They pointed, laughed, and mocked the man with a footprint for a face. The once “beautiful” man caught his reflection in the shield of Athena laying on the floor and started to weep, even as the loud sound of female laughter filled his ears. Athena walked up to him and looked him in the eyes. Then, she punched him in the gut. He immediately collapsed at the feet of the goddess from the unusually strong blow. He was in the fetal position at her feet. She stepped behind him, cocked her right leg back, and kicked him square in the rear. Now, obviously, American football would not exist for thousands of years. However, the top of her foot stuck the balled up man in his buttocks and send him soaring out of the temple in a manner that could only be described as a “punt!”
The force of the blow from her foot shattered his tailbone, crushed his hamstrings and buttocks muscles on both sides, and caused internal bleeding in his intestines. A few minutes later, he came flying in through the air and crashed center camp among the 10,000 soldiers. A few men came running over to see what had just landed. They recognized the clothes of their comrade and tried to help him up. Unable to walk or stand do the crushing kick from the goddess, he crawled in the dirt and shouted for all to hear. “Run! Turn and run! We have angered the gods themselves and we cannot win! Our leaders and brothers are dead! Leave this land!”
“What happened to your face?”
“It is an evil gift from the goddess Athena. Her footprint on my face for the rest of my days! Let it serve as a warning to all of you!” At that exact moment, although the sky was blue and the sun was hot, lightning struck every single tent in the camp setting them on fire.
From the lookout atop the temple, one of the women shouted down. “The soldiers are mobilizing…. It looks like they are in a hasty retreat! All hail Athena!” The priestesses shouted out cries of triumph! With that call out, the remaining men in the temple all felt a sense of hopelessness and abandonment that they had never felt before.
The fate of Oclapheus
Athena looked at Oclaphius who was still standing with his boot defiantly pinning down the high priestess. “I am granting you and your brothers immortality. None of you will ever die an earthly death. You are now immortal!” The brothers were confused by this seeming act of kindness. Obviously not trusting her motives, they all drew their swords in anticipation of a fight. “You” she continued pointing at Oclapheus, “You have ravaged many women for your pleasure. Your fate will be to spend eternity as an object of pleasure for my priestesses. Until now, all of these women have been deprived from the joys of feminine pleasure. From this day forward, that will be your job!”
Oclaphius smiled and thought to himself, “Now that’s a punishment I can take!”
A long stone table appeared next to Athena. She beckoned him over and he kicked the high priestess aside as he went to receive his “punishment”. When he stood in front of the goddess, towering over her in her current form, he smiled a wicked smile at the beautiful woman. Did she want a sample?
She ripped his clothes from his body and he stood naked with his large manhood starting to stir as it prepared for a romp with a goddess. Then, with a quick strike of the dagger, she castrated him. All of his sexual organs fell to the ground. Before he could cry out in pain, the pain was gone. He was immediately healed… but his sexual organs lie on the floor at Athena’s feet. She stepped forward and drushed them. Before his eyes they melted away from under her foot and vanished. There he stood… a newly created eunuch! The tiny woman grabbed the large man by the throat and slammed him down on the table with one arm… a sight to behold. As she held the frightened man there with her hand, he started to “blend” with the table. Within moments, his body was perfectly and permanently affixed to the table and it blended into the marble. Only his head was left protruding up. Athena touched him on his face and pushed it downward. His head sank into the table so that only his face from his ears forward were visible. Then she touched his lips. She gave him two special abilities. His tongue was now 4 times as long and could protrude out of his head at least 9 inches and thicken to 4 times the size as well. On the command of any of the priestesses, it could be hardened like a rod of iron! And she touched the tip of his nose making it so that if it touched any orifice of a woman, it would cause sensations that caused her to shake with pleasure. So it was that she made the once mighty rapist into a sex table where women would come and grind on his face for their pleasure. His tongue would lick them until they told him to “make it hard” then they would ride it like the stiffest penis a man could offer. And, just to ensure extra pleasure for the priestesses and extra humiliation for him, she had made it so that it was well worth their while to position themselves in reverse and wiggle their asses onto his face until his nose tickled their tight rims… because once his nose touched their anuses, pleasure shot through their bodies with such ferocity that they would often orgasm multiple times. The pleasure was so intense that often they would lose control of their bodily functions and urinate in his mouth or let loose loud farts directly into his face. With no sexual organs, it was impossible for him to get ANY sexual pleasure from these acts and with the gift of immortality, he would be in this state forever. So it was that for the remainder of the temple’s existence, generations of young women used the once feared rapist’s face in this manner and were allowed sexual release without ever being subjugated or taken by a man!
However, after she finished making him into the table it was not immediately clear what had just happened. So, Athena telepathically communicated what she had done to all of the women and the high priestess walked forward to be the first to use the new “gift”. “You would have raped me only moments ago. Let’s see how YOU like being an object for MY pleasure!” The woman hiked up her dress and straddled his face commanding him to make his tongue hard. As the soldiers and his four brothers watched on, but did not dare to interfere, she rode Oclaphius’ face and grinded down violently. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks with her hands wiggling her body until… his nose entered her sphincter and she shivered violently, coming violently and leaking fluid all over her enemy’s face. He felt shame he had never felt before as his tongue was shoved deep into her womanhood and his nose buried in her ass. He couldn’t breathe well and the pressure from her full weight grinding down made his head want to explode, but mainly he just felt shame. This was to be his fate for eternity.
Athena looked amused at the looks of fear and horror on the faces of the four other brothers. “Marcus” she called out “you tracked your dirty feet in my temple as an act of degradation. Shall I tell you your fate next?”
To be continued... I think.
The Temple of Athena
The massive ocean of men moved like a locust cloud through the fields. Dark from days walking through the sun, the tough looking men were fearsome in appearance. Never mind the fact that there were 10,000 of them. To look at just five of them could cause a soldier to flee. They were dressed in leather tunics. Their large shields were strapped to their backs and long swords or battle axes hung at their sides. It seemed that none of them was shorter than 6’3” or weighed less then 250lbs. Hairy, muscular, and bearded each man looked every bit the fearsome warrior. The horde of invaders approached Greece after days of travel and they were blood thirsty. At the front of the army rode the 5 brothers affectionately known as “The Pride”. They named themselves after a pride of five ferocious lions they had studies in Africa during an earlier exploit. Like those lions, they were all brothers with less than 7 years separating the oldest from the youngest. And like those lions, they were always looking to expand their territory. Their quest for power and land had brought them right to the door step of Greece.
Atop the mountain ahead they could see a shining white and gold structure. As they approached closer, they noticed it looked like a palace. Theokles, the ruler of his land and the head of this mighty army looked at his brothers and wondered aloud what the structure was.
“That is the Temple of Athena, brother. The Greeks worship her for many reasons. They believe she is their protector and she is their goddess of wisdom. She is also said to be a skilled warrior.”
Theokles smiled broadly and said “Where there is a temple dedicated to a goddess there are many priestesses. Many VIRGIN priestesses!” He motioned for his brothers to ride up next to him and he told them his plan. “Let the men rest here and set up camp. We’ve been marching for days. We will take our 100 best men and sack the temple. We will ravage the women and loot the treasures of the temple! It will be a great release for the men and a strict forewarning to the Greeks of what is to come!”
Hours later the maidens of the temple had no idea of the approaching danger! Fifty young women with soft ivory white skin walked around the temple tending to its various needs and performing their daily rituals. They all had long, beautiful flowing hair and wore loose white cloaks. These women were raised from birth to serve Athena. Picked by the age of 3, young girls were taught the ways of being a priestess and protected from any other form of work. At age 18, they were sent away to the temple to live out their next 12 years. At the age of 30, they would return to teach the next batch of young girls. And so the cycle went on for generations. This resulted in 2 things: 1) very skilled and dedicated priestesses and 2) a flock of 50 18-29 year old virgins who were pure of spirit while beautiful in flesh! Any man would be lucky to have them, but all knew that these women “belonged” to Athena and the law forbid any sexual contact or marriage. No man would be dumb enough to risk death under the law or risk showing disrespect to Athena. None, that is, except the oncoming 105 warriors.
The five brothers rode their horses right up the front stairs to the temple and their one hundred best warriors followed closely on foot. When they noticed the approaching men the priestesses rushed to lock the gates but it was too late. The five brothers rode through the front gate.
The head priestess (the eldest and most senior woman – 28 years old) shouted in anger “You cannot enter here! No man is allowed! And certainly not any horses! You defile Athena’s temple and you insult the goddess!”
The laughter of 100 men filled the temple and enraged the priestess. The youngest brother of the five, Oclaphius, hopped down from his horse. The large man walked towards the priestess and slapped her viciously across the face. She fell to the ground bleeding and he stared down at her with lust in his eyes. “You will KNOW defilement in a few seconds woman!” Oclaphius was a much feared member of this army. As one of its leaders, he believed in rape as a powerful psychological weapon and would often be the first to take a woman by force, setting off what would often turn into a multiple day display of savage brutality leaving entire villages of women demolished! “Do you know who I am?”
The priestess looked up and shook her head “no” in fear and anger.
“I am Oclaphius!” Reveling in the look of fear on her face when she heard his name, he laughed a hearty laugh and stated to loosen his clothes.
“You cannot take me on the steps of the temple… in front of Athena’s statue!”
A third brother, Marcus, now hopped down from his horse. “To hades with the goddess and to hades with you all! With that, he wiped his feet on the marble floor in an act of disrespect. The war boots were filthy and left dirty scuff marks all over the meticulously cleaned marble stone floor.
The priestess continued her pleas and warnings, “You defile the goddess with your horses and your boots. You defile the temple if you perform violent acts against Athena’s priestesses! You…”
Oclaphius kicked the women in the chest as she lay at his feet. “Shut your mouth woman!”
The fourth oldest brother, Diaphus, now slid from his horse. Looking down he noticed one of the horses had defecated on the ground. Walking over to it and picking up a large clump with his bare hand, he hurled it at the gold and ivory statue of Athena. It struck the statue in the face, slid down over her shoulder and off to the side…leaving a brown trail of filth on the statue. “How’s THAT for defilement?” The uproar of laughter was deafening. Most of the priestesses were trembling, some were crying, but all were praying to Athena for help!
Finally the fifth brother, Serekles, shouted out “Let the fun begin! And when we are done, let us destroy this place as a symbol to Athens that their protector is worthless! Let us carve our own likenesses into these walls instead!” Again, more shouts of triumph and laughter.
Suddenly thunder could be heard loudly. The men looked all around but the sky was blue and the sun was high and bright in the sky. The thunder continued and got louder and louder. Soon smoke filled the surrounding area and no one could see. Then, within seconds it was all gone. Standing in front of the army of men was an athletic looking woman. She stood about 5’8 and wore a helmet for war, carried a spear in her right hand and a shield in her left. She had a short dagger hanging from her waist and her loose fitting white garment stopped mid-thigh and exposed her athletic but incredibly feminine legs. On her feet, all she wore were “gladiator” sandals.
Some of the hundred were frightened at what had just happened. All of the priestesses were trembling. The woman took off her helmet and long, silky blond hair dropped down to the middle of her back. When she spoke her voice carried power in an unnatural way. “I am Athena. You have defiled my temple and my priestess. An example must be made.”
Some of the hundred began to back up trembling, but the bold five stood their ground.
Theokles shouted in defiance, “I don’t care who or what you are! If you breathe, you will bleed… and you will die!” Looking back over his shoulder he shouted, “Men… have you ever stuck your manhood into a goddess?” Reinvigorated by their general’s bravado, the 100 shouted out in a mix of defiance and rage!
Athena flung her spear to the side and her shield to the other. “Daughters, come stand behind me”. 49 of the priestesses ran behind Athena offering her prayers and thanks. The head priestess however, still lie hurt and bleeding at the feet of Oclaphius. He put his boot on her back pinning her to the ground and smiled “This one is mine!”
With a motion of his sword, Theokles signaled the hundred to charge the goddess. They ran forward screaming. Athena whispered her next words, but each man heard them loudly in his ears even above the screams. “You have been incredibly insolent towards me and my temple. I will allow none of you dignity. Whether you die or live, I will dishonor you all.” She pulled out her dagger and walked forward.
It was a sight to behold as the beautiful, young (looking) woman with nothing on but a white garment and some sandals literally mowed down the first 10 men to approach her. She moved with inhuman quickness at first. Stepping and weaving in-between the large sword swings. Then, she started to lay them down. 1 by 1 she took them out and true to her word she was intentionally disrespectful in their deaths. The first to die was a large man. As he swung his sword with both hands she caught his wrist with her free hand and with only one arm stopped all of his momentum. Looking directly into his eyes she spit in his face. Her spittle ate away at his face like acid and he fell to the ground writhing in agony at her feet until so much of his face was gone that he went into shock and passed away. She stepped on his dead body, giving it no more thought than stepping on a rug, and continued to walk forward. Two men then attacked her at the same time and with a lightning fast strike, she slit both of their throats with a single sweep of her dagger. Both men fell to the ground clasping their bleeding throats and their final sensations were a foot on their faces. Stepping up on both heads and stood on them as they died beneath the thin soles of her sandals. As the two men died, choking on their own blood beneath her feet, 2 more men attacked her. This time, actual lightning struck them just as they were about to reach her, they fell to their knees in agony roughly 2 meters in front of her. She walked the lengths of the two dead bodies she was standing on and stood in front of the kneeling men. She removed one sandal and ripped it into two pieces. She shoved the front half into the mouth of one and the heel half into the mouth of the other. So, kneeling before the goddess and slowly dying from lightning strikes, they were forced to taste the dirt and sweat from her shoe. The sweat from the goddess’s foot was 10,000 times more potent than that of a normal human. So, the two men knelt dying, unable to move and sucking on the overwhelming taste of Athena’s foot.
Five more men charged her. The first man to reach her was slapped across the face with the back of her hand with such force that he fell to the ground. Stepping on the side of his face with her foot (the one that still had a sandal on), she applied pressure and started to crush his facial features. The gut wrenching screams were accompanied by the sounds of bones breaking and teeth being crushed. As she stood grinding her foot as if on a bug atop the screaming man’s head, two of the other five lunged at her. She stabbed each one in the gut with her dagger. Her actions were so fast they were almost invisible to the naked eye. Each man felt a pain, but by the time he looked down he saw her standing there, smiling at them with her dagger dripping with blood. Each looked down to see a bloody wound in his abdominals and collapsed to the floor. As they lay dying, she repeated her earlier action of removing her shoe and tearing it in two, shoving the pieces into their mouths as a final insult. Only this time, the the foot sweat of the goddess was mixed with the blood of their comrade since the shoe had been used to crush his face like a piece of fruit. They each died with their eyes open and the look of disgust frozen on their faces from the incredibly salty tasting shoe they had been forced to suck on with their last ounces of energy. The fifth attacker of this second batch had gotten behind her and lunged at her with all of his might. Sensing his presence, her foot shot backwards into his scrotum, immediately causing him to collapse to his knees at her rear. As he was on his knees behind her, Athena lifted her garment and exposed the most beautiful bare ass he had ever seen. Even in his extreme pain, he was lustful. Then, he heard a light hissing sound followed by the most fragrant and beautiful smell he had ever experienced. It was sweeter than any perfume he had smelt on a woman in his life. At that moment, he became keenly aware that the goddess was passing gas directly into his face. As the fragrant smell filled his lungs, he found he could no longer breath. He started choking and grabbed in vain at his throat. She let her garment fall once again covering herself and the soldier dropped to the floor dying at her feet, choking on … well… her fart.
True to her word, she had dispatched of the first ten attackers in humiliating ways… and with tremendous ease. The 90 other soldiers froze in their tracks. For the first time they were afraid. Simultaneously, the priestesses all cheered the deaths of the first ten from their safe spectator positions behind Athena.
The ninety once fierce soldiers stepped backwards for every step forward she took. Eventually, one of the younger ones shouted out “We cannot fight a goddess!” and he turned to flee. However, when he reached the front gates he slammed into something and fell. Some sort of force field was blocking the exit… he was locked in… he was trapped!
Athena called out to the frightened and panicking men. “Only one of you will be permitted to leave here alive. Which of you will it be?”
The young one who had tried to flee sprinted forward and dropped at her feet. “Me! Please, let me go!”
“How old are you?” she asked.
“Twenty one years old” he said trembling, staring at the ground at her feet as he knelt.
“I see your thoughts… your memories. For one so young you have done a great many evil things! You are very vain. Do you think you are a beautiful man?”
“Y… yes”. He told her the truth, figuring she could read his thoughts anyway. Indeed, he had always gotten many women with his good looks.
The young man started crying. His comrades, though many of them were also frightened, cursed him for a coward! Athena beckoned for 10 of her priestesses to come over to where the young man was kneeling. Immediately, ten of the young women ran over They were no longer afraid… they were vindicated. Athena lifted her foot to the man’s chest and pushed him over onto his back. “Hold him down and hold his head still” she told the 10 women. As the man lay on his back four women went and stood on his right arm and four women went and stood on his left arm. Then two women knelt and held his head steady with his face looking up at the sky. The man was scared, but comforted that he would be allowed to leave alive. The eight women who stood on him looked down into his scared face with satisfaction. He was one of the men who had come to rape and kill them, now he was beneath their feet. Having spent an entire life in complete servitude to the goddess, each of them now experienced a kind of power that they never knew before as they looked down at their bare feet pinning this frightened man to the ground.
Athena stepped onto his chest and looked down at him. Then, as the two priestesses held his head still, she lifted her left foot and stepped forward. Her dainty foot covered his face. Her bare heel pressing into his mouth, her arch crushing his nose down, the ball of her foot resting on his eyes and brow and her toes on his forehead. She applied pressure, stepping forward until her entire foot pressed firmly against his face. Then, the man started to feel some heat. Subtle at first, her foot was heating up. Within a few moments the sole of her foot was white hot as if it were a piece of metal that a mason were forging into a sword in the fire. A sizzling sound could be heard as the man screamed out. The two women holding his head had to look away as they could see his skin frying off around the edges of the goddess’s foot. They tried to avoid the smell of his burnt flesh. His face made a sizzling sound like bacon on a hot skillet… although, they could hardly hear it over the man’s agonizing screams. He continued to cry out into the sole of Athena’s burning hot foot until she saw fit to step off of his face. The other women stepped off of his arms and the two women let go of his head.
For the next few moments everyone around was frozen looking at this man roll around on the floor screaming in pain. “My face… my face… what have you done to my face!”
Athena walked over to the cowering man and touched him with the tip of her dagger. “Heal.” She commanded him.
His pain started to slowly subside as the mangled and burnt flesh “healed” itself. Of course, heal was a relative turn. The skin stopped bleeding and the burnt pieces that were hanging from his face fell off. But, his charred face did not return to normal. Instead permanently charred into his face was a perfect black print of Athena’s sole. Dead center of his face, covering it from chin to forehead and complete with five dainty toe prints across his forehead was a perfect indentation of her foot. Since her sole had been pressing down on his nose, his nose was fused flat into his face. The print was a slight indentation, as if her foot had both burned his face and sunken slightly into it. Because his nose was flattened back into his face, he was forced to breathe through his mouth and he could not smell anything.
“I let you live” Athena started, “to walk the rest of your days bearing my mark. Now go, tell your legions across the field that your comrades are gone forever and they should turn around and leave Greece or face the same fate.”
The remaining men looked at the horribly disfigured face of their comrade with anger, shame, disgust…but mostly with fear. The young priestesses, once terrified of both the soldiers and Athena, now were reveling at being on the “winning side”. They pointed, laughed, and mocked the man with a footprint for a face. The once “beautiful” man caught his reflection in the shield of Athena laying on the floor and started to weep, even as the loud sound of female laughter filled his ears. Athena walked up to him and looked him in the eyes. Then, she punched him in the gut. He immediately collapsed at the feet of the goddess from the unusually strong blow. He was in the fetal position at her feet. She stepped behind him, cocked her right leg back, and kicked him square in the rear. Now, obviously, American football would not exist for thousands of years. However, the top of her foot stuck the balled up man in his buttocks and send him soaring out of the temple in a manner that could only be described as a “punt!”
The force of the blow from her foot shattered his tailbone, crushed his hamstrings and buttocks muscles on both sides, and caused internal bleeding in his intestines. A few minutes later, he came flying in through the air and crashed center camp among the 10,000 soldiers. A few men came running over to see what had just landed. They recognized the clothes of their comrade and tried to help him up. Unable to walk or stand do the crushing kick from the goddess, he crawled in the dirt and shouted for all to hear. “Run! Turn and run! We have angered the gods themselves and we cannot win! Our leaders and brothers are dead! Leave this land!”
“What happened to your face?”
“It is an evil gift from the goddess Athena. Her footprint on my face for the rest of my days! Let it serve as a warning to all of you!” At that exact moment, although the sky was blue and the sun was hot, lightning struck every single tent in the camp setting them on fire.
From the lookout atop the temple, one of the women shouted down. “The soldiers are mobilizing…. It looks like they are in a hasty retreat! All hail Athena!” The priestesses shouted out cries of triumph! With that call out, the remaining men in the temple all felt a sense of hopelessness and abandonment that they had never felt before.
The fate of Oclapheus
Athena looked at Oclaphius who was still standing with his boot defiantly pinning down the high priestess. “I am granting you and your brothers immortality. None of you will ever die an earthly death. You are now immortal!” The brothers were confused by this seeming act of kindness. Obviously not trusting her motives, they all drew their swords in anticipation of a fight. “You” she continued pointing at Oclapheus, “You have ravaged many women for your pleasure. Your fate will be to spend eternity as an object of pleasure for my priestesses. Until now, all of these women have been deprived from the joys of feminine pleasure. From this day forward, that will be your job!”
Oclaphius smiled and thought to himself, “Now that’s a punishment I can take!”
A long stone table appeared next to Athena. She beckoned him over and he kicked the high priestess aside as he went to receive his “punishment”. When he stood in front of the goddess, towering over her in her current form, he smiled a wicked smile at the beautiful woman. Did she want a sample?
She ripped his clothes from his body and he stood naked with his large manhood starting to stir as it prepared for a romp with a goddess. Then, with a quick strike of the dagger, she castrated him. All of his sexual organs fell to the ground. Before he could cry out in pain, the pain was gone. He was immediately healed… but his sexual organs lie on the floor at Athena’s feet. She stepped forward and drushed them. Before his eyes they melted away from under her foot and vanished. There he stood… a newly created eunuch! The tiny woman grabbed the large man by the throat and slammed him down on the table with one arm… a sight to behold. As she held the frightened man there with her hand, he started to “blend” with the table. Within moments, his body was perfectly and permanently affixed to the table and it blended into the marble. Only his head was left protruding up. Athena touched him on his face and pushed it downward. His head sank into the table so that only his face from his ears forward were visible. Then she touched his lips. She gave him two special abilities. His tongue was now 4 times as long and could protrude out of his head at least 9 inches and thicken to 4 times the size as well. On the command of any of the priestesses, it could be hardened like a rod of iron! And she touched the tip of his nose making it so that if it touched any orifice of a woman, it would cause sensations that caused her to shake with pleasure. So it was that she made the once mighty rapist into a sex table where women would come and grind on his face for their pleasure. His tongue would lick them until they told him to “make it hard” then they would ride it like the stiffest penis a man could offer. And, just to ensure extra pleasure for the priestesses and extra humiliation for him, she had made it so that it was well worth their while to position themselves in reverse and wiggle their asses onto his face until his nose tickled their tight rims… because once his nose touched their anuses, pleasure shot through their bodies with such ferocity that they would often orgasm multiple times. The pleasure was so intense that often they would lose control of their bodily functions and urinate in his mouth or let loose loud farts directly into his face. With no sexual organs, it was impossible for him to get ANY sexual pleasure from these acts and with the gift of immortality, he would be in this state forever. So it was that for the remainder of the temple’s existence, generations of young women used the once feared rapist’s face in this manner and were allowed sexual release without ever being subjugated or taken by a man!
However, after she finished making him into the table it was not immediately clear what had just happened. So, Athena telepathically communicated what she had done to all of the women and the high priestess walked forward to be the first to use the new “gift”. “You would have raped me only moments ago. Let’s see how YOU like being an object for MY pleasure!” The woman hiked up her dress and straddled his face commanding him to make his tongue hard. As the soldiers and his four brothers watched on, but did not dare to interfere, she rode Oclaphius’ face and grinded down violently. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks with her hands wiggling her body until… his nose entered her sphincter and she shivered violently, coming violently and leaking fluid all over her enemy’s face. He felt shame he had never felt before as his tongue was shoved deep into her womanhood and his nose buried in her ass. He couldn’t breathe well and the pressure from her full weight grinding down made his head want to explode, but mainly he just felt shame. This was to be his fate for eternity.
Athena looked amused at the looks of fear and horror on the faces of the four other brothers. “Marcus” she called out “you tracked your dirty feet in my temple as an act of degradation. Shall I tell you your fate next?”
To be continued... I think.