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Next story from John Blaze. Any of the readers who have ever attempted writing stories will understand the worth of the below story.

Story Name: Temple of Athena
Author: John Blaze

Chapter 1

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.



Chapter 2: 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?”




Chapter 3: The Fate of Marcus and the Fourteen

Marcus looked at the dead bodies on the floor, then at his “brother” the table. He could hardly believe all that he was seeing. He was not a man who even believed in the gods, and yet here he was witnessing all of this.

He looked at the beautiful blond woman who was doing all of these things to them with such ease and malice. Then he looked into the smug smiling faces of the priestesses who now felt free to point and mock him and his soldiers. This was to end now. He charged forward with his sword drawn. Emboldened by one of their general’s willingness to fight, the 14 men who were closest and most loyal to Marcus drew their swords and charged along with him. As they approached her she drew her dagger and as all 14 men swung their swords at her one after the other, she danced in between them with the speed of a flickering light. Then, one by one she sliced the backs of their Achilles tendons and laid them down. Soon, 14 men lay on the ground grasping at their legs unable to stand. Marcus stood facing the goddess alone. He stared at her and snarled, “You were worried about me tracking mud into your temple? I promise you that when I have vanquished you and I will wipe my boots on your very face!”

He sprinted at her full speed, preparing to cut her down. The goddess did not move, but stood facing her enemy as he charged. When he was almost within arms distance, she leapt into the air with the grace of a gazelle and seemed to float down towards him. He looked up in time to see the soles of her bare feet approaching his face as he ran smack into them. She came down almost vertically on his face with both feet and her momentum cancelled out his own. It wasn’t a kick at all; instead her feet met his face with his momentum the only source of force, like a ball hitting a catcher’s mitt. His feet flew out from under him as his body continued its momentum forward but his head traveled slightly backwards and down under the force of her body weight – with Athena virtually standing on his face in midair. Then as his legs and arms sprawled outward, his head slammed forcefully into the marble floor with the goddess standing on his face. The impact was such that his head split the ground and lodged itself into the floor as Athena landed on top of him standing in what resembled an acrobatic landing, feet close together legs slightly bent. The only difference was she didn’t have to raise her arms for balance… she was a goddess after all. So, she landed on his face with her hands on her hips and looked down at his face… or rather the tops of her feet since his face was completely covered.

She stepped off of Marcus’ face and turned to look at the 14 men she had just dealt with. Marcus was spread eagle with his head embedded partially in the marble floor. He was dazed and confused. But as he came to his senses, he was unable to free his head from the ground, since it had been slammed down with such force that he was stuck. The goddess called to her priestesses. “The eldest seven maidens come to me.”

Six women from the group came forward and stood with the goddess. Then, the eldest woman, the high priestess who was still straddling the face of Oclaphius after her monumental orgasm, slid off of his face and went to join the goddess as well. Oclaphius, relieved to have his face free, had tears running down his cheeks mixing with the juices of the young woman he had just serviced. However, although he was trying he could not sob. This was a gift from Athena to her priestesses… after all, who wants to listen to a sobbing sex toy

“You are the women who have served me the longest and my next gift is for you. From this day forward, the eldest seven maidens will be privileged to this gift and must give it to the next in line before leaving the temple on your 30th birthday.”

The women all waited eagerly for what they were about to be given. “Each of you pick two men” Athena offered to the women. “Select two of these once fearsome warriors who came here to ravage you and defile me. Roll them on their backs side by side.”

Each woman walked over to one of the men that lie on the floor in pain and with their feet kicked them each until they all lie on their backs side by side. The three remaining brothers looked on in horror but were unable to move, bound my some mystical force. Instead they were forced to simply watch the “show” in horror!

Athena then spoke to the men. “You fourteen dogs who dared to attack me in my temple know this - I will not grant you total immortality. Instead, I grant each of you 250 years of immortality so that you may serve in the manner that I now choose for you for generations!” Turning her head to the women, she now spoke to them. “Each of you do as I now do and say what I say.” Athena then stepped up onto the chest of Marcus. The seven women all stepped onto the chests of one of their selected men. Athena raised her right foot and hovered it menacingly over his face. “Mongrel, extend your tongue!” Marcus was unable to disobey and he extended his tongue. Each woman repeated the words. Some giggled at both their own words and the scared and confused faces of the warriors as they complied with the request. Athena then pressed her foot firmly onto the face of Marcus. His tongue grew wide and long and it was able to completely cover her sole and slightly cup it. She then slid her foot forward on his tongue so that his nose was forcefully wedged in between her big toe and her second toe.

Each woman did the same. They were docile women who had spent their lives humbly serving Athena. Now, they felt like conquerors of the world. Each man watched in disgust and horror, but unable to move as these women place the soles of their feet upon their awaiting tongues. Each tongue then widened and lengthened just enough to perfectly embrace the sole of the foot resting on it. Then, each man felt the foot slide forward on his own tongue and watched as toes embraced his nose.

Athena clapped her hands three times and three senses for each man were heightened to super human heights

- The sense of touch: Each man’s sense of touch was magnified exponentially. Under the weight of the women on their faces and tongues whose soles pressed down upon them, each man’s tongue could feel the little rough patches scratch their tongues harshly. They could feel the little specs of dirt resting on their tongues. They could feel the light film of sweat transferring consistently from the feet of the women to their tongues and faces. They could even feel the creases, lines, wrinkles, and indentations of each foot as their tongues became intimately familiar with the soles of these women’s feet. With their tongues doing nothing more than allowing the sole to rest on its new bed, each man unintentionally studied the intricacies of a woman’s foot by touch. In addition, this heightened sense of touch made the weight resting on their faces seem almost unbearable.

- The sense of taste: On their newly enlarged tongues, the taste buds became so sensitive that they were acutely in tune with each faint taste they were exposed to. As the soles rested on their tongues, they tasted each spec of dirt or dust with intensity, they could tastes the salty sweat – no matter how faint – with intensity. These newly concentrated tastes sank into their tongues and exploded with an unmistakable conclusion… “there is a foot on my face and I’m tasting it against my will”

- The sense of smell: Finally, each man’s sense of smell was heightened. With his nose wedged in between toes, this meant that he would be overwhelmed with the smell of feet. All the time! If a woman’s feet were clean and sweated little, his new sense of smell still assaulted his senses. But if a woman’s foot was dirty or sweating profusely… he was tortured!

Athena then instructed the women to repeat the process with their second male. So each woman repeated the commands for each new male to extend their tongues and watched (some with interest and curiosity and some with pure delight) as the same events took place. These new men had a front row seat as it happened to their comrades, so they were already depressed even before facing the same fate. When it was all said and done, 7 women stood upon the faces and tongues of fourteen horrified men.

Athena threw her dagger and each man was decapitated. Immediately upon decapitation their bodies vanished. So, now, there were 14 severed heads being stood upon by the priestesses. Thanks to the goddess’ gift of 250 years of immortality, each man could still breath, see and feel. Then, slowly, the women’s feet started to sink into the men’s faces. Each man could not tell what was happening but they felt their face contorting and stretching and filling with pain as if their very facial features were being ripped apart.

What they could not possibly know, is that each man’s head and face had been transformed into a thonged slipper for the foot that was resting upon it. When the women looked down, all they saw was a gold slipper on each foot where a man’s head had once been. Where a nose was once lodged between their toes there was a simple leather thong. Where a widened supernatural tongue had rested upon a man’s face and supported a woman’s sole, was simply a thing leathery sole. BUT, these shoes were so incredibly comfortable that the priestesses felt that they were walking on air. In fact, with each step, one million tiny hands seemed to massage their feet. Just standing still, each foot felt as though it were being serviced at a spa. This was the gift from Athena. Sandals made from the faces of their enemies that felt so good on their feet they would not ever want to take them off. These special shoes were to always be worn by the eldest seven priestesses as a gift from Athena.

From the perspective of the fourteen who had been condemned to this fate, the outlook was very different. Their faces had been transformed into insoles and their heads, in general, into shoes. However, they could not fully appreciate this because their view of the situation was unchanged. To each man, they still felt that their noses were lodged into the crevices of a woman’s foot. Their tongues, still enlarged and over sensitized, still supported her weight, tasted her foot, and felt every inch of her sole with intense accuracy. The weight of each woman upon each head was like a ton of bricks. So, as each woman walked around in her new shoes, each man’s head was slammed into the concrete and his face supported her weight. This was the “gift of Athena” 250 years of pain and humiliation, of tasting a foot all day, of smelling a foot constantly, of supporting the weight of a woman on his face with each step, of humiliation and degradation as they were literally and painfully walked on all day… all the while listening to the woman comment on how comfortable her shoe was… how comfortable his face was!

So for 250 years, a new existence was the reality for these once proud men. Each man’s eyes were functioning (though invisible to the women) so each morning when one of the seven got out of bed, they could see a foot approaching as she slipped on her shoes. Little things were unbearable humiliations. If a woman ate a meal and crossed her legs under the table, she may mindlessly flex her foot and slap the sole against her sole. This, to the man was the equivalent of someone slapping his mouth into their foot repeatedly as the sole smacked against the insole. If a woman scratched her foot with the other shoe or mindlessly played with the thong with her toes, it was the equivalent of someone using his face to scratch a foot or wiggling their toes in and all over his nose. And heaven forbid a woman have to run or jump! A sledge hammer to the face may have been more pleasant.

This was the fate of the 14. This was their destiny for 250 years, to be passed between women for generations as “the most comfortable shoes you will ever wear” and to endure the taste, smell, feel, weight, pain, and shame of her foot in his face and on his tongue for the res to of his days.

Athena watched as the women all tried out their new footwear and she looked down at Marcus. He had not been transformed into a shoe. Instead, he simply lay there in the same position with her foot on his “insole tongue” awaiting his final punishment. “Now, for you who defiled my temple with mud and foolishly threatened to wipe your boots on my face.” The anger in her eyes flared up as she repeated the words he had used.

Stepping off of him, she reached down and with one hand grabbed him by his hair and yanked him to his feet. She threw him, like one might toss a small dog, towards the front steps of the palace. Marcus lay battered and defeated on the ground as she walked over to him.

For perhaps the first time in his life, Marcus was terrified. When the goddess stood directly in front of him cowering on the floor, he threw himself at her feet and begged for forgiveness weeping. His brothers could not believe their eyes and looked away in disgust. Athena looked down at him and raised one foot off of the ground as if to step on him. He instinctively grabbed her foot with both hands. Using his newly enlarged tongue, he licked at her foot in a sign of self degradation hoping that his humility would earn him mercy. His heightened taste buds combined with the more potent sweat of the goddess and made her foot taste like a salt bomb. Athena paused to allow him to voluntarily debase himself in this manner. It felt good to her foot and the psychological effect this was having on his brothers and the other soldiers who were watching made Athena feel a feeling she hadn’t felt in a while… she was very amused. Marcus noticed that she stopped in her tracks to allow him to continue and took this as a good sign. He discovered that he could control his newly “enhanced” tongue in an impressive manner. He could stretch it and en-wrap her entire foot all while moving the muscles throughout his tongue to lick it all over. Imagine a warm, wet towel that is wrapped around a woman’s foot and then four or five hands simultaneously scrubbing her foot with that towel. This is how Marcus was able to control his tongue and this is the intensity with which he licked Athena’s foot. After a few moments of this, Athena was satisfied that he had embarrassed and humbled himself enough.

At that moment the ground opened up and started to swallow Marcus. It was as if the marble floor turned to quicksand. He struggled and cried out for help, but he sank into the ground. When only his head protruded from the ground, the ground hardened again around him and left him facing the gate at the top of the steps at the entrance to the temple. Then, his head turned to marble as well. Marcus, the once great warrior was a marble statue on the ground by the stairs. But if only that were the end of it!

Athena announced his role to the priestesses and the terrified soldiers that remained. “This man defiled the temple with his muddy feet and thought himself so great that he would clean them on my face when I was vanquished! This fool of a man has announced his own fate. For if any priestess rubs her foot on his face repeatedly and with enough vigor, he will return to flesh and use his mighty tongue to scrub her feet in the same manner he just did mine until she deem her feet adequately clean… or if she requires more, soothed”

Although he was stone, Marcus could still hear and see. He heard his sentence announced clearly! He was trapped in a marble prison, frozen as a statue. The only time he would get any release was to “come to life” to lick clean the feet of a woman. And his signal to accomplish this task? The “vigorous” rubbing of his face by that foot! Oh the shame! Oh the humiliation! And to think that he had just licked the foot of Athena in an act of cowardice to receive mercy! His pride was shattered!

What Athena did not disclose was another little trick she played on him. She made it so that when a woman was rubbing her foot on his face, it would feel really, really, reeeaaalllyy good! So good in fact, that she would indeed rub very vigorously. She also made it so that it would take a substantial amount of rubbing to “wake” him. Therefore, he would be forced to endure this indignity for an extended period of time. When he finally would awaken, the sensation received from rubbing her foot into his face would leave the young woman almost disappointed that she need not rub her foot into his face anymore…almost! Because the feeling of his warm tongue engulfing and scrubbing her foot would put that other sensation to rest!

His strategic placement at the top of the entry way was so that when a new priestess arrived for the first time, her first experience would be to use Marcus’ face and mouth. This served several purposes. It was a friendly and soothing welcome for the nervous new girl, it would serve to thoroughly clean her filthy feet from the many days walk to the temple, and it would serve as a reminder of Athena’s love for her personal priestesses as well as the power over her enemies - the head, face and tongue of a bitter enemy simply waiting patiently to soothe her tired feet.

The thought process was that his main purpose would be these new women. However, the entire group of 50 kept him very busy. On a hot day, or after a long day, or just about for ANY reason at all Marcus would hear a woman or two approach from behind and be forced to face the indignity of the sole of a foot forcefully relieving itself on his face until he could move. And how was he to spend this freedom? Licking the feet of the woman who demanded it with his “super tongue”. After a while, the priestesses starting bringing stools so that they could sit for an hour or more and get their tired feet soothed. What he hated most was looking up into their eyes. As his magnificent tongue soothed their feet, as he tasted the foulness of their foot sweat, as woman after woman rubbed her foot in his face only to then have it scrubbed by his mouth… looking at their faces proved torturous. Some didn’t look at him at all but simply closed their eyes and relaxed. Others looked down at him playfully or amused, but most looked down with a smug look of satisfaction.

This was why the goddess granted him immortality. This was his fate. He was a statue, his face was a foot massager, his tongue a foot washer and soother. He was a defeated and humiliated enemy of Athena. He was a gift to every priestess who would ever decide to use him., He was the first “perk” of every new girl with filthy feet and a source of stress relief for the more experienced priestesses. He was miserable for all eternity. He was pathetic!



Chapter 4: The Fate of Diaphus

Theokles looked around and could hardly believe his eyes. Several of his men lie dead scattered around the floor in various positions. His brother Oclaphius, the once feared conqueror, had been made into a sex toy. Even as he looked around there was now a second woman who saw fit to ride his brother’s face and grind on his tongue all while trying to positioning his nose to slide deep into her ass at exactly the perfect moment. Fourteen of his best men had been… well, transformed into shoes! The seven women who wore wore them pranced around and giggled remarking how comfortable their new sandals were. But, Athena had played a cruel trick on the men. She did not allow them to see the “happiest” reality, but rather the darkest one. While the women could only see gold slippers, the men all saw the flattened faces of their fallen brethren being worn on the feet of these carefree young women. This was another cruel “gift” of Athena, the ability to see things as they really were. All the men saw the truth… the weeping faces of their comrades with their noses stuck in between these women’s toes and engorged tongues cupping their feet as they had their faces walked on. And his other brother, he was only a head sticking out of the ground who was currently getting a foot rubbed into his face by an eager young woman awaiting a good foot licking. For both the sex table and the foot statue there were short lines forming. His family and army had been turned into jokes! They were virtually providing a carnival for these young women as they were laughed at and mocked.

Theokles looked at his 75 remaining soldiers. They looked terrified and unwilling to fight. Even his two remaining brothers had looks of defeat in their eyes. As he was pondering his next move, Athena called out to his brother. “Diaphus! We have unfinished business!”

Diaphus looked around in a panic as if looking for a way out. Whereas before, the men wanted to protect their generals, witnessing the fate of the fourteen who tried to help Marcus had taken all of the loyalty out of them. As Athena called out to Marcus, all of the soldiers around him backed away slowly leaving him by himself. Athena walked towards him and the other soldiers now ran backwards until it was only Athena and Diaphus. Theokles would not let another of his brothers meet a sinister fate so he ran to stand next to Diaphus and face Athena. Athena looked at the large man and forcefully kicked him in his chest with the whole sole of her foot. Feeling as if he had been kicked by two horses, Theokles flew backwards and slammed into a stone pillar before crumbling to the ground holding his chest.

“I did not call for you yet. Your time has not come.” At seeing this Diaphus nearly pissed down his own leg. Athena turned to face Diaphus again. “On your knees.” Diaphus, having seen that his brother begged and pleaded and groveled and licked her feet… only to face a horrible fate anyway decided that he would not give her the satisfaction of emasculating him. He stood tall and stuck his chest out proudly. It, he decided, was the only way to maintain any dignity… no matter what was about to happen.

Athena reached forward and grabbed a handful of the large man’s scruffy beard. She yanked it downward with such force that he fell to the ground and bounced his chin hard off of the marble. Athena reached down and grabbed a hand full of his hair to hold his head still. Then, she lifted her foot to his face. She slid her big toe in between his lips. He tried to resist but her tight grasp on his head would not allow him to turn away. Slowly, her toes started to enter his mouth. He clenched his teeth to avoid this humiliation. However, still moving slowly, Athena’s foot continued to slide forward… cracking and dislodging his teeth until he cried out in pain, opening his mouth and accepting her foot in the process. Five dainty toes and the ball of her foot entered his mouth. Then, she stepped down. As the sole of her foot came down, it crushed his bottom row of front teeth into tiny bits. He tried to scream out in absolute anguish, but the sound was muffled by the foot in his mouth. Using her foot in his mouth to anchor his bottom jaw to the ground, she stood upright and pulled his hair as she did. This dislodged his bottom jaw from the rest of his head. He cried out again as his ligaments and tendons snapped. So she stood there, holding his head in her hand by his hair and still standing with her foot in his mouth, pinning him to the floor. His “gift” of immortality allowed his face to stretch instead of tear… but the pain was immense. Athena had essentially stretched his mouth to four times the size, like a snake who can dislodge its jaw to swallow a large meal. She let his head go and took her foot out of his mouth. His face bounced off of the ground and he fought to regain his senses through all of the pain.

She once again repeated her command “On your knees. This time, he raised himself up and assumed the requested position. His mouth hung open, stretched, limp and useless. The goddess walked over to the kneeling man. She gently pushed him backwards so that his butt rested on his heels. Then she grabbed his head and tilted it upward. She molded his now large and loose mouth into an oval shape. Each time she positioned him, it had the effect of “locking” him in that position. She stretched his arms down to the ground with his palms facing upwards. “There. This is how you will spend eternity. All of the men, and even the women, looked confused as to what her intention was. She gently caressed his lips with her finger and they started to swell and inflame until the puffed up so large that they formed what look like fluffy cushions. Then, in this kneeling position he turned to marble… all but his lips. His lips remained very soft and fleshy, taking the form of a tube like cushion.

“This insolent dog saw fit to hurl excrement at my likeness. Since he sought to defile me in this way, this will be his fate.” Athena looked over at a woman who was starting to walk towards the area designated for “doing the business”. It was a ditch that was very far off to the far end of the temple. Athena called her over. “You. Come here.”

The woman walked over, frightened of what the goddess would want with her. “This is my gift to you. Sit here and relieve yourself.” No woman had ever seen a “toilet” before. She looked at the “statue” of a kneeling man, his mouth open and awaiting someone to sit on the comfortable looking cushions (lips). The young woman looked at this thing skeptically, but did not want to anger the goddess by refusing her gift. She turned around, hiked up her skirt and sat on the soft, swollen lips of Diaphus. She had to relieve herself in the worst way, but she was so nervous she could not go. To get comfortable, she repositioned her legs by putting her feet in the “foot rests” that were his upturned palms. When her feet touched his hands, they came to life and each foot received a relaxing massage. At first startled, the soothing feeling put her right at ease. The women all saw a marble statue of a kneeling man with a soft cushion and “magical” massaging hands. The men, being allowed to see reality, saw their comrade struggling to maintain this uncomfortable kneeling position under the weight of a woman who sat on his mystically enhanced mouth… preparing to expel waste into him, even as he massaged her feet from this awkward position.

The foot massage relaxed her enough that she was able to do her business. Slowly, comfortably, she defecated directly into his awaiting mouth. The goddess cursed him with special taste buds in his throat, so that as all sorts of foulness slid down his esophagus, he was tortured with its intense taste. The woman was finished with her deed and was about to stand up when Athena held up her hand as if to say “stop”. Then she spoke. “Wait for the best part. It will clean you if you wish. Do you want that?” The woman wasn’t sure what Athena was referring to but nodded out of curiosity. Pointing at his groin area, Athena instructed the woman to give him a swift kick if she desired a cleansing. The woman swung her foot backwards and smashed her heel into Diaphius’ genital area. Within moments the woman felt something warm and wet enter her crack and begin to wipe away the remnants of her bowel movement. It startled her terrible at first, but she quickly found the feeling soothing… even pleasant. She wiggled into it and smiled to the other women as if to say… wait till you try this! It didn’t seem to dawn on her, or if it did it certainly didn’t bother her, that the sensation she felt was the enhanced tongue of Diaphus cleaning her ass and swallowing the last remains of her shit. But it certainly dawned on him! This was his fate. He would spend eternity accepting the excrement of generations of women. And, if they so wished it, his tongue would spring into action to clean them when they were done.

So it was that the third gift to the priestesses of Athena was a comfortable, foot massaging toilet that would “lick a woman clean when she finished doing her business. No longer would priestesses have to walk to the outskirts of the temple, because this new gift absorbed and internalized all of the physical waste as well as the smell, they could keep it right in their sleeping quarters and conveniently use it whenever they had the urge. Diaphius, as he sucked down rancid tasting filth, realized this was his ETERNAL job description. Never did a man wish for death more than Diaphius at that moment!

Theokles looked at his three brothers – the sex toy, the foot cleaner, and the toilet. He was filled with such hatred that he knew, unequivocally, that he HAD to find a way to kill this demon! He HAD to!




Chapter 5: The Fate of Serekles

Serekles and Theokles were the last two remaining brothers from "The Pride". As Theokles pondered how he would defeat Athena, Serekles privately trembled in fear. The unnatural things he had just witnessed were burned into his mind's eye and he felt an overwhelming sense of hopelessness. The 75 soldiers all stood silently. Their bravado and confidence shattered, they looked for any glimpse of hope for escape or victory.

By contrast, the 50 priestesses were so emboldened that the looks of supremacy on their faces served as insulting reminders of the day's events to each warrior. Previously demure and docile women fed off of the energy of Athena to laugh and revel in the defeat of these invaders. Some of the women were already using their "gifts" and others just watched in amusement, but all felt a sense of superiority that they had never known.

Athena called out, "Serekles, come forth."

Serekles tried not to tremble as he slowly approached the goddess. Theokles grabbed his arm and said into his ear "Be strong my brother... be proud!"

The little pep talk did little to comfort him, but Serekles drew his sword and approached Athena. Athena could sense his fear and hopelessness. She set her eyes upon his sword and asked "Do you wish to face me in battle?"

"No." he admitted in shame as he dropped his weapon.

"Then, on your knees mongrel."

Serekles slowly dropped to his knees in front of the petite blond goddess, ashamed of himself for his own cowardice.

"Follow me." she commanded. Athena walked across the courtyard and up the many steps to the front of the inner temple. Behind her, crawling like an obedient dog, was Serekles the once mighty warrior. As he crawled past the many priestesses he was met with laughter, pointing, and jeers. Finally he crawled to the top of the steps and, still kneeling, looked up at the goddess. Pointing to the temple, Athena spoke. "This is the inner temple dedicated to me. This is where the most sacred rituals are held and the most important relics are kept. No man is allowed in this temple. Until today, no man has ever attempted. But now, to aid my priestesses in keeping foes out, I will add special security."

As she said these words, two giant marble and gold doors formed and then closed sealing the temple. Athena looked down at the kneeling Serekles. "You wanted to tear down my temple and carve your own likeness into the walls." Serekles trembled as she reminded him of his earlier proclamation. "I will grant you your wish and make you a permanent fixture in the temple." Serekles now had tears of fear running down his face. Athena placed her hands on the sides of Serekles' head and held it firmly. Then, she cocked her leg back and swung it forward, kicking him in the torso with such force that his body was torn from his head at the neck and rolled violently down the many steps to the temple - arms and legs flailing wildly. The priestesses gasped as the body lay at the foot of the steps still twitching even as the head was in Athena's hands. She turned towards the temple and placed the head on the floor by the newly formed doors. Serekles, felt the pain of being decapitated but still had all of his senses in his now severed head. Then, Athena raised her bare foot and slowly lowered it onto Serekles' face. He watched the oncoming foot descend onto his face, unable to move or stop it. Slowly, Athena applied pressure and his head was pressed further and further into the ground until only his face protruded from the marble floor. Then, he was turned to gold. So she had kept her promise, immortalizing him as a permanent statue per his "wishes".

Turning to the priestesses she announced to them, "In order to open these mystical gates and enter the temple, the approaching priestess must remove her sandals and stand with both feet on the face of this man until the gates open."

And so it was that the fate of Serekles was to be the foot pedestal of the priestesses for eternity, allowing them access to the temple. He would face the indignity of watching as the seven highest priestesses responsible for caring for the inner temple approached, removed their shoes, and stepped on his face with both feet. The final torturous insult was that the "shoes" they removed before stepping onto his face were once the faces of his fallen comrades. So, day after day he watched as women's feet descended upon his face and forced him to endure the humiliation of their soles in his face. His face welcomed the soles of many women for generations.



Chapter 6: The Unlikely Battle for the Temple

With his four brothers defeated and relegated to various humiliating roles of servitude, Theokles was filled with such hatred for Athena that he was overcome with rage. He turned to the 75 remaining men and shouted" Will none among you stand with me? Will none among you take your own destiny in your hands and fight with honor to avenge the fallen and control your own fate?"

The rallying cry would normally have worked. But after seeing all that they had seen, the men were not fully sold. Theokles continued "Remember, she has already promised that NONE of you will leave this place! She has promised all of you disrespect in your deaths! We must rise up to defeat her!" Still, only mild enthusiasm arose from the crowd.

Athena, always one to enjoy sport and a good contest, offered a final ounce of hope to the men. "Theokles, before I deal with you directly I will offer your men a thread of hope. Let your best remaining 50 men face 25 of my priestesses in battle and any who survive will be permitted to leave."

Although they did not fully trust the goddess, 50 men slowly stepped forward recognizing this as their best chance to escape. The priestesses all looked scared and confused by Athena's offer. Turning to the women, Athena offered. "Do not be fearful. All I ask is that 25 of you who trust me step forward to fight bravely." Slowly, 25 of the maidens stepped forward. They were eager to have personal vengeance on these would be rapists, but had no fighting experience and were nearly crippled by their fear. Only their trust in Athena bolstered them as they nervously prepared for hat was about to happen.

The 50 warriors felt renewed confidence upon seeing the dainty women who nervously stepped forward. Athena did not outfit her priestesses with any armor or offer them any weapons. The men did not know what she was up to, but if this was truly a chance at escaping this place then they would certainly take it.

Athena simply said "Begin!"

The 50 men charged the 25 woman. All of the priestesses looked confused and nervous. The 50 men ran at them like a stampeding herd of water buffalo. A few of the women started to turn as if to run and a few others started to cry. Then, a peculiar thing began to happen. As the men raced across the courtyard, swords drawn and screaming in rage... they started to glow. Slowly, the charging herd of men grew smaller and smaller until by the time they reached the first woman they each stood no taller than the middle of her shin. The men, realizing what had happened froze in their tracks looking up at the now seemingly massive women. The women, realizing what had happened, now started to laugh and point at their tiny attackers. Then, the priestess who was standing directly in front of the attacking horde cocked her foot back and soccer kicked the first warrior. Her bare foot slammed into his body like a wrecking ball and sent him flying backwards through the air...over the heads of the other 49 warriors. Her foot instantly crushed his rib cage and damaged many of his internal organs. Slamming into the marble floor finished the job and he lay dying.

Half of the warriors turned to flee and half stayed to fight... determined to take this chance at freedom no matter the odds. The ones who stayed to fight quickly realized the errors of their ways. Their swords amounted to little more than a means to create small cuts on the legs of the women - which only served to anger them. As one of the priestesses commented "One does not need to know how to fight with skill when facing an army of mice!"

The scene was brutal if also a little comical. There was the priestess who picked up a warrior and slammed him forcefully into the ground before stomping on him two times and ending his life. Her foot the perfect size to cover his body and her forceful stomp crushing his bones and organs. There was the priestess who, upon being cut by the sword of a warrior, grabbed him snatched his sword from him and repeatedly stabbed him with his own sword as one might stab a doll with a pocked knife. But mostly, there were just men getting stepped on. From their perspective, it was raining giant bare feet that usually kicked them and knocked them down and then blocked out the sun as the weight of the world came crashing down. Most men were on their backs when it happened. Usually, throwing up their arms in futile resistance as the overwhelming weight of a woman's sole crushed the life out of them. There were really three modes of death:

The stomp: This was when a priestess forcefully brought her foot down on a warrior's body and the crushing blow took his life. Under the weight of her forcefully stomp, the tiny warrior faced the excruciating pain of a broken body and after 2 to 3 blows - death. Her bare heel or flat sole devastating him like a giant sledge hammer, these men died fairly quickly.

The crush: This was when a priestess pinned a man under her foot and slowly applied pressure, often culminating in her standing on just the one foot which he was under. This was a slower and more painful death. The warrior was slowly crushed to death and died form either the slow, gradual destruction of his body or the slow asphyxiation of being unable to breathe. Often those who died this way were treated to the slow cracking sounds of their own bones. If his arms were free, often the warrior would beat against the foot or fight with the giant toes pressed in his face. This, on more than one occasion, caused the priestess to giggle at the futility of his efforts and allowed him to die to the humiliating sounds of her laughter.

The grind: This was done with the ball of the foot and/or the toes as the priestess would grind the body or head of the warrior underfoot and crush it until he was dead. This was incredibly painful for the dying warrior and his screams of agony would rise from under the crushing foot until he was dead.

The 25 priestesses were having such a good time killing their attackers that they were skipping around and laughing hysterically as the stepped on and stomped the men to death. To the modern eye, it must have looked like 25 super models kicking around 50 Ken dolls. When there were only a few men left, the women started to cruelly play with them like cats batting around dying mice.

They would let a man run for his life before slamming a foot down in front of him and watching him change directions. They would do this several times before finally stomping him to death. Two women kicked a man back and forth as if playing with a ball while they giggled and clapped until eventually his body was lifeless. One priestess thought it interesting to choke a warrior between her toes so she trapped his neck between her big toe and the next toe and squeezed until his lifeless body collapsed.

The last two men decided to beg for their lives. They knelt and begged for mercy. They crawled to each woman and kissed her toes. This allowed the priestesses to feel for an instant what Athena must feel like! But the men still had their heads crushed under the bare heels of the women whose toes they had kissed in vain.

As the "battle" came to a conclusion, the other 25 priestesses cheered in victory for their sisters, the 25 "warrior" priestesses all clapped and laughed and thanked Athena for that fun opportunity, Athena watched on seemingly unmoved but silently filled joy, the 25 remaining "full sized" warriors were emotionally crushed further, and the 50 small bodies of the fallen lay scattered al over the ground.

But mainly, there was Theokles who could physically take no more of this humiliation. His brothers all turned to objects of subjugation and 75 of his men dispatched in humiliating ways. Now, he watched as these young, naive priestesses had the time of their lives killing and humiliating his men.

"Enough of the delay demon woman! Let you and I finish this once and for all!"

Athena nodded.