Dungeons and Goddesses By GW Warrior Goddess becomes mortal to punish rebellious priestess. The evil Chief priestess T'poar opened the evening service at the Mother Temple of Azmironda, the Virgin Storm Goddess of Justice and Valor. The Temple was filled to overflowing, for T'poar's many innovations were proving incredibly popular. The cynical unbeliever T'poar had achieved the office of Chief Priestess through simony and blackmail, but by now few cared, though she had perverted the sacred teachings with blasphemy and black magic, and debauched the Order of priestesses with lesbian orgies. T'poar glanced speculatively into the group of worshipers. Her eye fell appreciatively on the tall stranger standing close to the alter. The woman's rich attire could not hide her magnificently endowed body, a striking combination of full figured voluptuous curves and firmly muscled strength. The stranger's long black hair piled elaborately high atop her head gleamed in the dying light of day. Dark blue\gray eyes surveyed the Temple and worshiper with unnerving perception and understanding. "I must bed that big, haughty bitch." Thought T'poar, her strong Sapphic inclinations astir. "She acts as though she owns the temple. Strange too, she looks oddly familiar somehow....but I can't remember where I've seen her." As T'poar began the service she subtly deviated from the orthodox ritual substituting a perverted rite of her own devising. Suddenly the mysterious stranger spoke in a deep resonant voice that suggested the power of distant thunder. "Stop! False Priestess! You Defile the worship. Begone from Azmironda's Temple!" As she spoke, the woman seemed to grow even taller assuming the majesty and frightening power of a violent summer storm. Golden flames like burst of lightening crackled about her body. The ermine lined, velvet cloak fell from her shoulders. Her glorious, near naked body, of divine proportions, struck awe in all hearts. Sudden fear gripped the congregation and many fled. Those whom T'poar had most corrupted led the stampede. Only the few who had remained most faithful stayed hoping for divine justice. T'poar's heart nearly stopped beating. She suddenly knew why the stranger seemed familiar. The formidable woman was the living image of the marble likeness of Azmironda in the sanctuary of the Temple. Her heart pounding, T'poar stood like a statue herself. In a high-pitched voice near the edge of hysteria, she replied. "You blasphemous woman! Do you pretend to speak for our Divine Mistress Azmironda? Beware lest you be struck down by Her vengeance. You shall certainly be burned for heresy and blasphemy, if the Goddess does not deign to punish you Herself. The fierce gray eyes of the woman confronting T'poar grew dark and stormy "Begone from here I say, T'poar!" She commanded. "Must I physically drive you from this dedicated shrine?" "Seize her! Seize her! Remove her!" T'poar shouted hysterically to her priestesses, but none moved. They fell back in terror, before the woman's advance as she strode majestically toward the cowering T'poar. Crackling fire flowed about her heroically proportioned body outlining it in a nimbus of light. T'poar's mind seethed desperately. "If I give way before this creature, whoever she is, I'll lose my power over these fools, lose everything I've worked for. But what if she is indeed the Goddess?" T'poar searched her mind for an answer, falling back on the black studies of forbidden books and ancient foul lore. "Here on this mortal plane, in mortal guise, even the Goddess is no more than mortal. She can be injured and hurt. She cannot exert her divinity if... if.... if what? Yess, yes of course, if she receives any physical injury or wound on her mortal body. She cannot escape her mortality until the wound heals. "What have I to lose?" Thought T'poar. Like a cornered rat, the vile blasphemer acted. On the altar by her side was a heavy jewel encrusted, golden offering made to the Goddess that very evening. T'poar had immediately coveted it, upon beholding it. Now she seized it with venomous quickness of a striking serpent. She hurled it at the awe inspiring figure advancing upon her. Strong and wiry, of an athletic build, the green eyed T'poar's throw flew straight and strong. The golden ingot struck the advancing figure on her high white brow, with brutally stunning force. The woman halted. Her stormy eyes glazed momentarily. She shook her head to clear numbing pain. A trickle of red blood ran down her temple, dripped down her creamy cheek. Her mighty bosom heaved in furious, shocked surprise. As the wound opened in her forehead, the golden nimbus flickered and died. At sight of the blood, the panic in T'poar's breast stilled. The numbed confusion on the serenely beautiful face stirred T'poar's courage. Her voice rang out more confidently. "Seize her! I say! See the blood. This blasphemer is no Goddess! She is some evil mortal who would deceive you." The priestesses were still unwilling to act. They cowered. "Must I deal with her myself?" T'poar demanded angrily. "Vile idolater! You have shed the Divine Blood of Azmironda!" The woman's voice rang through the temple. T'poar licked her lips nervously "If the dark books be true, She is no more than any woman so long as her blood flows. I shall oppose her. But as the Goddess approached T'poar, the craven priestess's desperate resolve deserted her. The awesome approach of the Divinity, she had betrayed was horribly intimidating. Stormy eyes blazing, Azmironda strode up the short flight of steps. T'poar cowered before the avenging deity. "You have not only misled My followers, debauched My priestesses, but now you dare to spill My own blood, vile blasphemer." Azmironda's voice echoed throughout the huge temple. "Mercy Divine Goddess Mercy!" T'poar babbled, falling on her knees before the tall, commanding, wrathful form of Azmironda. "I meant no harm. I only did as I thought was Your divine will." "I see in your black heart you lie, perfidious sinner." Azmironda seized the terrified Arch-Priestess in a grip of steel. She lifted the her off her feet, and shook her until T'poar's teeth rattled. "M-mercy, mercy please?" T'poar implored. Azmironda flung the perverted priestess aside with contempt. She commanded the cowering priestesses to cleanse the temple. "I will perform the duties of Chief Priestess here myself and instruct you anew in your duties, faithless wretches, until such time as I chose a new Chief Priestess. Confine the evil blasphemer in the dungeon below." Azmironda commanded. Fawningly eager to placate their divine Mistress, several of the cringing women seized T'poar, and dragged her to a cell as commanded. For several days Azmironda presided over Her temple, instructed Her followers bringing great joy to her true believers. T'poar confined in her dark cell brooded darkly, plotting and cursing her fate. Out of boredom and hatred, T'poar sharpened a spoon on the stone floor of her cell to razor sharpness, making of it a deadly, easily concealed weapon. She hid it on beneath her robe, awaiting some chance to escape. On the fourth day, Her task nearly done, Azmironda ordered T'poar brought to Her for judgement. The obedient priestesses brought T'poar to the presence of the Goddess, to the very chambers T'poar had appropriated and luxuriously outfitted for her own. Azmironda said to them "Leave her alone in My presence. I will search her heart and determine if there is hope for her redemption. Alone with the Goddess, T'poar's terror returned tenfold. Fearful to meet Azmironda's searching gaze, she fell to the floor cringing at the feet of Her Divine Mistress. "Stand and look at Me, T'poar the treacherous!" Azmironda commanded. T'poar trembled uncontrollably. She noticed Azmironda's wound had faded to near invisibility. The golden aura about her was strongly discernible once more, though not in the full crackling majesty of the first night of Her vengeful fury. T'poar's terror of the Goddess and of what Azmironda would find in her own black heart, boiled over in hatred and resentment. "Damn Bitch! Why didn't She stay on the Divine Plane, where She belongs? Everything was going so well for me here." Mingled fear and resentment overflowed. With the hysterical, illogical hatred of a cornered rat, T'poar acted once more. As she cowered on the floor, she gripped the knife she had fashioned. Then, nearly insane with terror, and unmindful of the consequences, T'poar plunged the makeshift weapon into the foot of Azmironda. The Goddess cried out in consternation. Once again the faint golden glow faded from Her Divine form. Then still desperately frightened, T'poar wrapped her arms around Azmironda's ankles. Terrified of the consequences of her idolatrous act, she kissed the foot of the Goddess "Forgive me? Forgive me, Dear Goddess? I meant no harm. I didn't know what I was doing." She babbled almost gibbering in hysterical contrition for her insane audacity. In her terror, T'poar licked the blood from the wound she had opened in the Divine flesh. But as she swallowed the Blood of the Goddess, T'poar was suddenly filled with strange new strength and courage. Her trembling subsided. As her panic dissipated, her mind cleared and worked coldly. "Yes the Dark Books say eating the flesh or blood of the Gods drains their mortal strength and gives it to the eater." Convulsively T'poar's arms tightened about Azmironda's ankles hampering her movements. The Goddess furiously attempted to kick free of the despicable leech like figure, but T'poar continued to suck the blood from the Divine wound. Azmironda felt the pain of the wound increase incredibly. The Goddess gasped at the pain. She felt faint. Her vitality was slowly draining away. Her knees grew weak. Her tall opulent form swayed. "I must free myself of this hideous vampire " Azmironda whispered. The Goddess struggled to loosen T'poar's clutching arms, but in Her giddiness, She lost her balance and fell full length upon the floor. T'poar crawled atop Azmironda's body, pinning Azmironda's legs beneath her before the Goddess could rise. The silken outer drapery of the Goddess fell away from Her magnificent body as she struggled, exposing Her camellia soft flesh. Beneath Azmironda was clad only in a gold mesh girdle supporting a brief silken loin cloth, and Her heroic bosom confined only by golden breast plates linked by jeweled chains of intricately wrought gold. T'poar boldly raised her crude knife to strike again. Azmironda seized the rebellious priestess by the wrist. Exerting her Divine will, She nearly crushed it. T'poar cried out, as the pressure nearly paralyzed her entire arm. The knife dropped with a clatter. Once she had tasted the Divine Blood, T'poar's thirst was insatiable. Her teeth sank into the firm, white flesh of Azmironda's heroically molded thigh, breaking the skin. Once more she opened a wound in Azmironda's flesh and spilled Her Divine blood. Another wave of giddiness overtook the Mighty Storm Goddess, when T'poar's sharp teeth sank into Her flesh. Her grip on T'poar's wrist loosened "The feral Bitch is consuming Me!" Azmironda murmured in horror. She seized T'poar's hair with both hands to pull the greedy mouth from Her mortal flesh. T'poar's strength growing with every taste of Divine blood, resisted mightily. The taste was stronger than some narcotic that she craved. T'poar yelped in pain, as Azmironda tore at her hair. Fiercely unwilling to disgorge her hideous grip, T'poar grasped the mighty hips of the Goddess with a strength that amazed them both. Azmironda's mighty body thrashed and strained. T'poar, dashed this way and that, wedged her body across the legs of the Goddess, and doggedly glued her mouth to the wound her teeth had opened. At last Azmironda's fierce struggles tore T'poar's mouth loose. Immediate vigor returned to Azmironda. She wrenched T'poar away and flung her from Her. With effortless grace Azmironda rose to Her full majestic height, as T'poar scrambled less gracefully to her own feet. Azmironda advanced to seize the idolatrous rebel, but T'poar noted that the mighty legs of the Goddess trembled. In truth, Azmironda still suffered unfamiliar giddiness. She never guessed loss of a few mouthfuls of blood could so weaken Her Mortal Presence. Azmironda reached for T'poar. T'poar, emboldened by the Divine Blood she had swallowed, dared once more to raise her hand against Azmironda in Her own Temple. She swung her arm in a round house slap. Her long snakelike arm was strong and supple, and her palm struck the Goddess squarely on the cheek. It was Mighty Azmironda of the stormy eyes, who stumbled backward ears ringing, creamy cheek aflame. Laughing hysterically to conceal panic at her rashness, T'poar backed away from the Vengeful Goddess. T'poar still wore the ornate, cloth-of- gold ceremonial vestment, she had donned for Evening Service four days hence. It was soiled and bedraggled from her captivity in the filthy Temple dungeon. It hampered her movements and she shrugged it from her body. Beneath it, she was naked, but for a silken sash twined about her waist. Azmironda, warier than before, caught up with T'poar and seized her. Instead of seeking escape, cowardly T'poar even surprised herself. She flung her arms tightly around the long, strong column of Azmironda's throat, and pulled Azmironda's head to her. She arched her body closer, and wrapped her legs about the thighs of the Goddess. Azmironda struck at the rebellious priestess, but T'poar clung leech-like to the Divine form. T'poar licked her lips greedily, still athirst for the power she'd tasted in Azmironda's Divine Blood. She'd relished the Divine blood, but now in her insatiable greed she craved flesh as well. Azmironda's delicate, pink ear was temptingly close. Like a snapping turtle, T'poar's thin mouth engulfed it. Gnashing, yellow teeth tore at Divine flesh with cannibalistic delight. Azmironda screamed shrilly; T'poar's piranha grip was inescapable, and those teeth seemed to stab into Her brain. Unable to dislodge the hideous ghoul any other way, Azmironda flung Her heavy body to the floor atop T'poar. But it was too late, for with a sudden jerk of her scrawny neck, T'poar sliced through flesh and cartilage, and ripped the living flesh from Divine Azmironda's head. Azmironda's hideous shriek of pain and horror echoed through Her Temple. The terrified priestesses cowered in their chambers. T'poar's arms dropped from Azmironda's throat. She jumped free to savor her bloody trophy. Azmironda almost swooned, Her Divine strength seeping away. She sank to her knees, Her mighty body shuddering. Blood poured down Her face, pale as snow from the shock. T'poar exultantly danced from foot to foot in triumphant glee. Blood dripped from her cruel lips and fangs. T'poar's strong, crooked teeth chewed the very flesh of the Goddess, and Azmironda could actually feel those rodent teeth gnawing her severed flesh, sucking away Her Divine Strength. "Yes! Its true. I can feel it. Eating the flesh of the gods drains their strength into the body of the eater. What's more Revered Goddess, once I have consumed Your Divine Flesh, It can never grow anew. Now, You are trapped in your mortal body, Divine Azmironda. You can not return to the Divine Plane!" T'poar laughed in mad triumph as she chewed and crunched the raw flesh, swallowing it in greedy gulps, and licked the last drop of Divine blood from her cruel thin lips. The Stormy Goddess of Justice was incapable of denying the truth of T'poar's words. "Only by sacrificing you, impious mortal, on My Altar above, may I return! That will be My pleasure!" Azmironda hissed, Her stormy eyes smoldered, though pain and unaccustomed weakness clouded their brilliance. In truth, Her body swayed so, that She nearly fell full length at T'poar's feet. "Yes, but first You must defeat me and bind me to Your purpose, Enfeebled Storm Goddess! I think not though! You failed to do it when You were strong and whole. Now I share Your strength. Perhaps instead I shall render You, my slave and handmaiden. Yes Azmironda You may well serve my purposes, and my pleasure!" T'poar felt strong and bold as a god herself now. "Never!" The Goddess spoke vehemently. Such was Her Divine vitality, that Azmironda's wound closed and healed even as T'poar chewed Her flesh. Nevertheless, to Her chagrin, Divine Azmironda could not yet rise from Her knees to answer T'poar's impious challenge. Though healing halted the drain, the wound had already grievously dissipated Azmironda's divine energies. Sharp-eyed T'poar discerned the weakness of the Goddess, but the rapid healing of Azmironda's wound made her uneasy. The heady infusion of Azmironda's own courage warred in T'poar's bosom with her lifelong cowardice. She focused on Azmironda's weakness to allay her fears. "Her sundered flesh didn't grow back though! The dark books are right about that. She is mortal now and mine, mine to do with as I will." T'poar told herself nervously. It was the nature of T'poar, the bully, to exploit weakness wherever she found it. Tentatively she approached the kneeling Goddess. Azmironda warily raised Her strongly molded, white arms to ward off the impious assailant. With a fierce predatory swipe T'poar tore the golden breast plates from Azmironda's broad chest, and flung them across the chamber. Denuded, the Goddess's huge high set breasts bounced firmly about her chest. Her reddish nipples stiffened thrillingly at the alarming insult to Divine Dignity. "You vile blasphemer!" Azmironda cried out. Her voice quivered with suppressed rage, shocked anew by the audacity of Her false priestess. Yet even as T'poar cravenly bolstered her faltering courage by this blasphemous physical challenge to the Goddess, renewed vitality trickled to Azmironda's limbs. The Goddess drew prodigally on Her Divine vitality to mend the hurts T'poar had inflicted. Before T'poar could commit further impieties, Azmironda rose to Her feet with the formidable irresistible, purpose of a summer storm. " You have dared the wrath of the Storm Goddess, impious mortal! Now your sacrilege shall be justly punished!" She cried in wrath, Her deep, melodious voice husky with righteous fury. T'poar blanched, her terror returning in a flood at the renewal of Azmironda's fierce wrath. Azmironda suddenly appeared ten feet tall. It was true T'poar now shared the superhuman vitality of the Goddess, and Azmironda's powers were correspondingly diminished, but Azmironda was in Her mortal person a supremely strong, athletic woman, possessed of the courage of a lioness. The Goddess was more than a match for the vengeful priestess in any conceivable test of strength. Yet T'poar grew up in the back alleys of the large Temple City, on the streets since she was set out as a toddler to beg for coins. Staying alive had been a deadly, daily challenge. She was a craven coward, but to preserve her precious skin she would fight viciously, with the depraved, treacherous savagery of a cornered sewer rat. She'd learned young every vile, underhanded tactic of the gutter, and was an accomplished assassin at need. T'poar knew from harsh, gutter experience, to conceal fear at any cost. She dropped to a defensive posture "Come and get me then, Oh Bitch Goddess!" T'poar challenged with pretended boldness. Azmironda circled the redhead with expert wariness, an assured half-smile on Her full, red lips. The evil priestess feinted a blow, then her leg flashed menacingly. Azmironda dodged easily and fired off two quick kicks of Her own, but neither landed squarely. T'poar evaded them skillfully, selfishly eager to preserve her precious skin. Azmironda exerted all of Her divine skill, bringing the fight to her hateful foe. Azmironda fought with a skill unmatched by any mere human. Her tactics were flawless. Her magnificently endowed body whirled, a blur of grace and precision. Even in the savage kill-or-be-killed jungle of the lawless City stews, T'poar never dreamed an opponent could be so dangerous. But T'poar never shared the attributes of a Goddess before either, and she held her own, though only barely. The red haired priestess somehow avoided every lightening thrust, and parried each inexorable onslaught. The Divine Dispenser of Justice, grew reckless in Her zeal to punish the repulsive, impious idolater. Cold-eyed T'poar took note of Azmironda's rashness. Even a Goddess may grow careless, and a cornered she-rat emboldened by an enemy's distraction is at her most dangerous. T'poar telegraphed a clumsy left cross. Azmironda avoided it with graceful ease, and reached out to seize T'poar's arm. T'poar pulled out of reach. Then with startling speed, stolen from the Goddess Herself, she launched a head high kick. Her sharp- toed, metal- shod sandal struck the raven haired Goddess with stunning force, unerringly on Her firmly rounded chin. The startled Azmironda saw stars. The kick snapped Her head backward and straightened Her tall body. Arms outstretched to maintain Her balance, Azmironda found Herself wide open when T'poar discharged a second kick into Her belly, far below Her golden mesh girdle. Azmironda doubled over, and T'poar's third kick struck squarely between Her enormous breasts with heart stopping force, and a fourth landed squarely on Her chin. Azmironda pitched over backward. Her head struck the stone resoundingly. Gulping air, Her incredible bosom heaved like two buoyant balloons. Azmironda looked up and gasped in dismay at Her danger; T'poar was standing right between Her widely splayed legs. T'poar's foot lashed out a fifth time straight into Azmironda's flimsily covered crotch. Azmironda's legs snapped up to Her chest at the frightful pain. Automatically, She straightened them again, catching T'poar with both feet on the hip. T'poar's attack on Her body and groin had sapped Her strength, and Azmironda's mighty legs knocked T'poar off her feet, but did no real injury. Azmironda jumped up before T'poar could rise, but ere Azmironda regained the initiative, T'poar flung her arms about the lower legs of the Goddess. Azmironda kicked lustily to free Herself, but T'poar heaved and upended the mighty Storm Goddess. Azmironda crashed head first to the floor. She knew a moment's dizziness. When She looked up, T'poar was on her feet about to pounce. Azmironda swept Her legs around T'poar's ankles and upset her. Before T'poar's back touched the floor, Azmironda leaped atop her, sinuous and graceful as a jungle cat. She'd almost pinned T'poar securely, when the vile traitoress clawed the Goddess between the thighs. Sharp nails penetrated the fragile silk with ease, and pincered Azmironda's downy fleece and prominent mound. "Aiiieeeeeeee!" Azmironda cried out, aghast at T'poar's vicious impiety. As Azmironda recoiled, T'poar rolled the huge, ebony haired Goddess on Her back, her malicious pincer grip providing the leverage. Azmironda squirmed frantically. She clawed at the stone floor, involuntarily curling up on Her side in distress. T'poar gave Azmironda's silk-fringed mons another vicious, tearing twist. Azmironda leaped in torment, then flopped face down, tearing T'poar's hand loose at last. T'poar rose and stood astride Azmironda. She snatched Azmironda's hair, and hauled The Goddess up on Her haunches, kicking Her repeatedly in the lower back. Azmironda planted Her feet and powered Herself erect, but T'poar's foot swept Her legs right out from under Her again. Azmironda's solid, round bottom hit the stone floor with a thud. T'poar clenched Azmironda's long silky hair tighter. She tugged the Goddess over backward, and dragged Her to the wall. She slammed Azmironda's head against the stone with a venomous twist of her skinny arms. Twisting the opposite way, she flung Azmironda on Her belly, and knee-dropped, into the small of Her back. Crouching atop the Goddess, T'poar kept two handfuls of hair to smash her hampered foe's head against the stone floor with a loud, sickening thud. T'poar braced herself a moment, and planted her knees solidly in Azmironda's back. An inch at a time, she hauled the stunned Goddess's head backward, until Her spine bent nearly 90 degrees. T'poar discovered that her strength increased a little more each time she injured or inflicted pain on the Goddess. It was a marvelous reward for her sadism. Azmironda vented Her frustrated fury by hammering the floor with Her fists. She shrieked Her frustration in wild cries of rage. Her long, fantastically powerful legs thrashed furiously, but impotently, and Her splendidly rounded buttocks clenched tightly at the pain. The strain forcibly thrust Her immense bosom, always thrillingly erect, into special prominence. Her huge round breasts trembled unbearably at the unnatural pressure on Her mighty torso. Azmironda braced Her hands against the floor. Biting Her full, lower lip in concentration, scorning the torturous pressure on Her back bone, She flexed Her powerful back muscles. Irresistibly straightening Her spine, Azmironda raised Herself to Her knees, lifting T'poar right off the floor. T'poar slipped, losing her precious grip on the ebony mane of the Goddess. Azmironda sprang to Her feet. The Goddess flung Herself at the hateful false priestess. T'poar was still on her knees, but intoxicated with Azmironda's own stolen Strength, she dove head first into Azmironda's middle. The dive checked the mighty Goddess, but the impact scarcely caused a ripple in Her clenched belly. T'poar's head bounced off Azmironda's sinuous, muscular flesh, but T'poar, viper quick, again snatched two handfuls of ebony hair. She twisted hard and Divine Azmironda, still baffled by such an undreamed-of indignity, squealed at the smarting pain. T'poar maneuvered with skill to get behind the Goddess. She whumped her knee into Azmironda's resilient out-thrust behind, derisively eager to demean her Divine Patroness. Azmironda bounded wildly at the indignity, but T'poar skillfully manipulated her larger, stronger foe to keep Her off balance. Azmironda frantically jerked loose, but T'poar leaped at Her back. Her sharp claws clutched Azmironda's huge bosom from behind. Azmironda turned Her head hissed: "You vile, treacherous bitch! Let Go!" Sly T'poar laughingly spat into Azmironda's turned face, and captured Her arms in a "full-nelson." Before the Goddess could break free, T'poar shoved forward, building up speed. Azmironda cried out in dismay. Unable to brace Herself, T'poar was running the Goddess full tilt at a corner of the colossal, marble altar table, she'd impiously misappropriated to her own chambers. The sharp, table edge stabbed woundingly deep, just below Azmironda's deeply indented naval. The Goddess gagged loudly at the aching torment in Her hurt belly, and fell face-down across the table. It was a chance T'poar was waiting for. She whipped the sash off her skinny waist and flung it around Azmironda's neck. She expertly twisted it into a deadly garrote, a sinister art learned in the back alleys of the City. "See how You enjoy this form of worship, Oh Divine Azmironda?" T'poar chortled, dragging Azmironda off the table. T'poar quickly taught Azmironda the precious virtue of breath to a mortal. Gagging and choking for air, Azmironda discovered the torturous straining of empty lungs can even terrify a Goddess. Azmironda's exquisite face twisted in a grimace of torment, and She grew hysterically light headed. The hampered Goddess clawed desperately at the deadly throng. She struggled madly, but the harder She fought, the tighter T'poar drew the silken noose. In near shock from strangulation, Azmironda's hysterical struggles subsided, until at last She dangled limply, Her dark, silken head lolling against T'poar's belly. T'poar unloosed the deadly noose, and Azmironda tumbled flat on Her face. Her huge, meaty breasts smacked the floor loudly. Her huge, solidly upthrust buttocks quivered tensely as Her magnificent body convulsed. T'poar stepped in front of the fallen Storm Goddess. Mighty Azmironda, nearly swooning, gasped breathlessly as T'poar stooped, tangled both hands in Her silken, ebony tresses and dragged Her to Her knees. Holding the stricken Goddess steady by Her hair, T'poar launched a terrific kick to Azmironda's middle. Azmironda's belly was ridged by a powerful sheath of muscle, but the fearful damage T'poar inflicted, had melted Her muscles like warm butter. T'poar's pointed sandal knifed into Her gut. The impact lifted Azmironda in the air with an audible "whump." Still choking breathlessly from Her near strangulation, T'poar's kick paralyzed Azmironda from bosom to crotch. Her huge body doubled up, and She clutched Her wounded belly. T'poar laughed uproariously at Divine Azmironda's distress, but the Goddess rose to Her feet. T'poar's cackling laughter echoed in Azmironda's ears. Hot, venomous fury offset Her weakness, and fueled Her trembling limbs. "Damn you, Bitch! I'll pay you back for your impiety." She gasped hoarsely. Her long, silken cloud of ebony hair tumbled loose, and cascaded down Her shoulders. Her storm-gray eyes crackled and flashed radiantly with Sparks of Divine fury. "Bitch!" Azmironda hissed again, and flung Herself at T'poar, to silence that jeering cackle. Ferociously, Azmironda drove Her right fist at T'poar's body. The cold eyed, red head dodged to one side, but Azmironda's punch lanced into her side. T'poar cursed at the pain; Azmironda was still dangerous as a wounded lioness. Azmironda prudently channeled Her fury into a smoothly coordinated attack with clenched fists. In moments, the consummate skill of the goddess nearly overpowered Her smaller opponent. T'poar was helplessly driven back before Azmironda's furious onslaught. She saw the berserk fury in the Stormy eyes of the Goddess. She saw Azmironda's buoyant grace and assured smile implying infinite resources of endurance. The cowardly priestess nearly broke and ran. Yet crafty T'poar nervously met Azmironda's attack, for she also detected a tremor in Azmironda's long, muscled legs, a tenseness in Her Divinely beautiful face, and a brave fixity to Her confident smile. The Goddess drove T'poar before Her like a whirlwind at first, but T'poar defended her own precious skin furiously. Even Divine skill couldn't penetrate the mortal's thrashing fists. The greedy, covetous priestess had levied tribute on all of the offerings made to her Divine Patroness, adorning herself with the richest jewels and precious metals. Every crabbed finger was sheathed by several heavy, gem-encrusted rings, making deadly weapons of her small fists. Though Azmironda masterfully dominated the battle, the cost escalated. T'poar was crude and clumsy, but untiring. The flesh and blood of the Goddess had infused stamina and vitality to spare. Sly T'poar knew she couldn't hope to land a knockout punch or even a damaging hit; so she relentlessly pounded Azmironda's bare arms, smugly aware her own were protected by a Queen's ransom of golden arm-bands and bracelets. Azmironda's arms grew sore and bruised from parrying T'poar's crude assault. She soon bloodied Her fists and knuckles on T'poar's contraband adornments. T'poar pounded away non-stop, until amazingly, she fought Azmironda to a standoff. Battling toe to toe, T'poar furiously increased the tempo of her attack, until her hammering fists forced Azmironda on the defensive. Perhaps T'poar's clumsy brutality would overcome Azmironda's exquisite dexterity after all. Her furious onslaught drove Azmironda back step by costly step. Azmironda's aching, swollen arms throbbed numbly from shoulder to wrist. It was a trial to lift them, and they trembled visibly. Then T'poar spied the longed for opening. Her bejeweled fist crashed into Azmironda's jaw. The Goddess stumbled. T'poar was on Her like a striking snake, battering Her arms aside with a flurry of deadly lefts and rights. She hammered Azmironda backward, hitting Her beautiful face, pounding Her belly and huge vulnerable breasts until the Goddess was stunned and breathless. A powerful right uppercut snapped Azmironda's head to one side. The injured Goddess swung Her pain numbed arms in a return salvo. A ragged flurry of punches hit T'poar's face. Arrogantly scornful, T'poar shook them off with a derisive laugh. "Is that the best You can do Oh Mighty Azmironda? You punch like a sickly child! This is how a real woman punches." T'poar taunted, and drove another deadly right uppercut to Azmironda's chin. "Uhhhnnnnnn!" Azmironda moaned tottering backward, arms akimbo. The proud Warrior Goddess couldn't fend T'poar off; T'poar contemptuously battered Her bruised, wavering arms aside, and exploded a barrage of deadly punches in Her belly. Azmironda's heroic body folded at the waist. T'poar's right fist, heavy with stolen gold, smashed Azmironda's jaw again. Azmironda spun about from the force of the blow. T'poar smote Her again and again, with deadening power punches. Her incredible Divine stamina held Azmironda erect, but Her vision blurred and Her head swam. Unconsciously, the raven haired Divinity voiced Her mortal pain in soft, shuddering cries, while T'poar herded Her like a tormented beast. Stumbling blindly backward, Azmironda's back pressed against the marble edge of the altar table that had wounded Her so grievously moments before. Further retreat was cut off. Azmironda resolutely raised Her trembling arms. Her pain-drugged eyes glowed stormy gray defiance. T'poar smiled craftily, and attacked. Azmironda's tall, opulently formed body was anchored immovably to the table edge. Her trembling arms could no longer hinder T'poar's fists. There was no way to escape the relentless force of each savage punch. They slammed with unappeased fury into Her taut, ridged belly. Azmironda's sculpted muscles clenched in resistance, but T'poar soon pounded Her belly to doughy limpness. T'poar's cruel fists churned Azmironda's beautiful torso like soft creamy butter. They turned Her guts inside out with unbearable pain. If not for T'poar's thudding fists plowing wrist deep into Her shuddering body, Mighty Azmironda would have tumbled to the floor. Azmironda's mouth twisted in a soundless shriek of agony, struck dumb by the horrendous pounding on Her vitals. Her arms now unliftable weights, sagged uselessly at Her sides. T'poar's crisp punches shifted higher, to land with the same dreadful force on the Goddess's heroically upthrust bosom. Azmironda's Divine boobs jiggled like overripe fruit in a windstorm, spinning and bouncing agonizingly. T'poar batted them about Azmironda's painfully heaving chest like punching bags. Azmironda pushed away from T'poar's horribly cruel fists, until Her big, globular buttocks slid onto the table. Her toes barely touched the floor. T'poar paused a moment. Denied the support of T'poar's blows, Azmironda pitched forward. At the last possible second, She caught Herself. A deep breath painfully seared Her lungs. Her mighty legs were rubbery, and She tottered. T'poar laughed cruelly, cocking her fists threateningly. Divine Azmironda swallowed hard; for the first She knew a mortal's awful dread of pain. "No! Don't! Not yet. Give Me a moment?" She entreated. A cruel venomous laugh answered Azmironda's plea, and T'poar's fist slashed the underside of Her bosom. A mammoth, fleshy hemisphere leaped at the shock. Azmironda's mouth twisted, as She swallowed Her cry of pain. Instantly the second blow drove deeply into Her taut-fleshed belly, driving the breath from Her divine bosom in a whoosh of distress. Azmironda gagged and sputtered. Terrible cramps shook Her huge frame. Her muscular legs trembled and nearly buckled. Stooped over by pain, Azmironda left Her Divinely beautiful face unguarded. T'poar's jeweled fists thudded against it with savage viciousness. Blood trickled from Mighty Azmironda's lips before She could shield Her face. Azmironda stumbled away from T'poar's fists. In Her fearful distress, the Goddess of Valor turned Her face from an enemy. T'poar seized Azmironda's shoulder and roughly spun Her around face to face again. The Goddess nearly fell as T'poar manipulated Her body. T'poar drove her knee deep into Azmironda's crotch, lifting the Goddess up on tiptoe. Azmironda's shapely, powerfully muscled legs buckled, but She struck furiously at the mocking priestess. T'poar caught Azmironda's wrists in her small hands, her grip grown strong as that of the Storm Goddess Herself. T'poar's grasping hands checked the furious motion of Azmironda's strongly molded arms. Azmironda grappled madly to loosen T'poar's hateful grip. But with disconcerting ease, T'poar thrust Azmironda's straining arms above Her head, and kicked Azmironda's legs from under Her. Azmironda fell on Her knees. T'poar applied more leverage to Azmironda's captured wrists. Triumphantly, she forced the mighty Storm Goddess over on Her back. She spread Azmironda's straining body at full length, and pinned Her wrists to the floor above Her head. She threw her leg over Azmironda's waist, straddling Her, and slammed her fat buttocks into Azmironda's muscularly ridged belly. Azmironda kicked and thrashed furiously, but She couldn't dislodge the hateful she-weasel from Her sumptuous body. T'poar bounced her big behind up and down on Azmironda's taut muscled abdomen to further weaken the Goddess. Azmironda's pillaged strength flowed into Her rebellious priestess. T'poar flexed her arms as the life- force of the Goddess coursed through her. She laughed exultantly. It was a heady elixir to sit astride the fallen Goddess, and hold the Divine Azmironda captive to her will. T'poar slid forward, until her naked crotch menaced Azmironda's face. The fastidious, Maiden Goddess gagged in disgust. Her powerful hips and haunches bucked wildly to escape the hateful proximity of T'poar's blatant, obscene nakedness. T'poar thrilled to the breathtaking challenge of riding Azmironda's magnificent body. The power of Azmironda's awe inspiring physique was still incredible, but T'poar lazily shifted her weight just enough to counter each desperate upheaval, using her foe's own superior strength to control Her thrashing Body. Azmironda's mad struggles spent Her fast dwindling energy vainly. Looking into the trapped face of the Storm Goddess, T'poar laughed triumphantly. She greedily cupped the enormous melons of the Divine Bosom, palming thick, thrustingly erect nipples. Azmironda outraged, tore futilely at the hands plundering Her divine flesh. "Vile serpent! Release Me!" Azmironda choked. "Would You deny me the fruits of my conquest, My Goddess?" T'poar taunted. "No mortal can conquer Azmironda, impious bitch!" The proud Storm Goddess retorted. T'poar laughed in derision at Azmironda's vain defiance, and answered it by possessively tightening her grip on the gorgeous, vulnerable breasts of the Goddess. T'poar twisted the captive, mauled breasts higher up Azmironda's broad chest until they stretched agonizingly. Azmironda cried out in distress. "Stop! Stop, Release Me mortal!" Azmironda's voice vibrated plaintively. The undeniable anguish in the mortal voice of the Goddess was pleasing to T'poar's ears. "Will you swear fealty to me to be my slave, oh Goddess?" T'poar challenged triumphantly. Azmironda's gray eyes opened wide in shock and outrage. "How dare you mouth such blasphemy, Mortal? You have damned yourself to suffer the vengeance of the Gods for all time!" Azmironda hissed, Her outrage blotting out Her fierce pain. "Very well then, Oh Azmironda. You have many more lessons to learn, and it will be my pleasure to teach them to You." T'poar replied eagerly. She released Azmironda's tormented breasts and leaped catlike to her feet. The stricken Storm Goddess could only scramble awkwardly after her; T'poar had fearfully diminished Her Divine grace and poise. T'poar, braced and ready, caught the rising Goddess with a vicious kick on the chin. Next T'poar's sharp metal toed sandal drove deep into Azmironda's crotch. Azmironda's body corkscrewed. T'poar licked her lips in sadistic glee, laughing at Azmironda's mortal frailty. Eagerly T'poar sprang. Azmironda glanced up fearfully. T'poar caught Azmironda's vibrantly slim waist in a bear hug. She locked her wrists together directly above the jutting bottom-cheeks of the Goddess. T'poar's strength had grown enormously as each injury further weakened Azmironda. The Goddess was hampered by numbed swollen arms and by trunk muscles deadened by too much punishment. Her resistance was fruitless. Strong, wiry arms compressed Her trim waist, until brave Azmironda gagged in breathless torment, and nearly wretched at the excruciating pressure. T'poar wrenched Azmironda's queenly, solidly fleshed body closer and closer, locking them together from bust to crotch. Azmironda's flesh crawled at T'poar's touch. She struggled hysterically against the vile mortal's abhorrent grip. T'poar's smaller softer breasts overwhelmed the magnificent bosom of the Goddess. They bored into Azmironda's much firmer globes, crushing them against Her broad chest. T'poar lifted Azmironda off the floor, and Azmironda's magnificent legs dangled helplessly as Her arms. As Her feet left the floor, Azmironda learned about helplessness. The Goddess never imagined that feeling before. It was incredibly humiliating and upsetting. The Goddess of Valor experienced the unthinkable, gut-wrenching fear! Azmironda threw Her head wildly from side to side. Her long ebony hair danced madly down Her back. Her back arched painfully. She was nearly oblivious; Her whole world shrunk to the unbearable arms crushing Her Divine form. T'poar, possessed of the Goddess's own strength, suddenly unbelievably snapped her arms even tighter. Azmironda stiffened convulsively, before collapsing limply, Her head dangling backward nearly to her waist. T'poar laughed derisively at Her weakness, and heaving mightily, flung Azmironda to the floor. Azmironda crouched face down, Her long, shapely, nearly naked body spread vulnerably at full length. Then straining resolutely, She rolled over and struggled to Her knees, before dizziness overcame Her. The mighty torso of the Goddess rippled with seeming irresistible power. Even kneeling, Her long, generously rounded thighs were alive with the taut shapeliness of powerfully sculpted muscles. Yet Her splendid legs labored vainly, unable to lift Azmironda from Her knees. T'poar stooped, grasped Azmironda by the wrists, and pulled Her forcefully to Her feet. Azmironda's breath came in fitful jerks of pain. Her insides churned in turmoil. Her long, heroically molded legs wobbled unsteadily. Spiteful T'poar had taught Azmironda all too well the fearful vulnerability of Her mortal body. When T'poar released Her wrists, Mighty Azmironda edged apprehensively away from Her vengeful priestess. She had fought like a tigress, yet matched against T'poar's gutter savagery, all Her Divine Attributes had gone for nought. Azmironda, huge, heroically fashioned body aripple with sleek muscles, trembled in anguished indecision. The Goddess gulped, swallowing the bitter gall of defeat. Her full lower lip quivered. She shivered and blinked back a scalding, unfamiliar wetness. Her storm gray eyes, huge and dark with uncertainty, darted desperately about for respite from T'poar's pitiless vengeance. "If I could only get away from the bitch for a moment to recover?" Azmironda yearned desperately, but there was no escape. T'poar reached for Her again. Uncontrollable panic engulfed Azmironda. She had no experience or defense against this mortal weakness. Azmironda bolted! She ran this way and that in mortifying flight from the Her hateful, false priestess. T'poar stalked her Divine prey gleefully, savoring her cruelly won mastery over the Mighty Storm Goddess. It was bizarre, inconceivable; Dauntless Azmironda, inexplicably victim to a frightful, ignominious drubbing by a mortal, ignobly fleeing the vengeful she-jackal who vanquished Her. When the panicky Divinity darted toward safety, T'poar seized Her arm by wrist and shoulder, and reversing Azmironda's momentum, nearly ripped Her arm from its socket. Azmironda screamed at the stabbing pain in Her molded arm and broad shoulder. T'poar pinned the huge, trembling, mortal body of the Goddess to the wall and drove her knee with battering force into the vulnerable mound at the apex of the Divine thighs. Azmironda shrieked anew, in shock and despair. T'poar whipsawed the unresisting Goddess, and tossed Her to the floor with a numbing shock that rattled senses. Azmironda rolled on Her belly like a whipped dog, and tried to crawl away from the vengeful priestess. Cowering on hands and knees thrust Her huge, scantily covered bottom-cheeks into bold prominence. Myriad bruises couldn't mar their solid, ivory beauty. T'poar ogled Azmironda's vulnerable behind with delight, and laughed gleefully at the mortifying plight of the Goddess. From a running start, she kicked savagely into the tight crevice separating the curvaceous nether globes, despoiling the last vestiges of Azmironda's Divine Dignity. Mighty Azmironda landed bosom first with a horrified scream. The rough, stone stung Her immense, sensitive breasts unbearably. Her massive bottom cheeks trembled in the after shock of T'poar's vicious, demeaning kick. She looked back over Her shoulder apprehensively. Through Her tears, She saw T'poar leaning over Her. Gagging for breath, She sobbed "N-nooo More! PLeaasssse, St- stoppp Pleaseeee, please stop?" T'poar laughed cruelly at Azmironda's distressed pleas. She took hold of Azmironda's hard muscled hip, and rolled the raven haired Goddess over. Azmironda's right arm fell by Her side, the left flung out above Her head. At each sobbing breath, Her huge, quivering breasts bounded thrillingly. "She is magnificent!" T'poar gloated arrogantly, staring hungrily at Azmironda's vulnerable, nude breasts, ripe fruited as a matron's, but high set and eagerly up-mounded as a girl. Thick dark red nipples, athrust with the eagerness of a maiden warrior, tautened anxiously at T'poar's gaze. The cruel bully had never dared dream of such a conquest. "Goddess or no, I'll break this Bitch and have Her for my own!" T'poar gloated, her black soul undaunted by the impious enormity of the crime she contemplated. Kneeling, T'poar sensuously caressed Azmironda's trembling belly. Azmironda's nostrils flared fearfully. T'poar leaned down, and trailed her lips across the eager ripe fruited bosom of the Goddess. Her mouth closed on Azmironda's right nipple. She sucked and slobbered lustfully. T'poar's greedy tongue rasped like a cat. Immortal Azmironda's strong, gray eyes clouded in mortification when Her long, thick, nipple spike stiffened in response to T'poar's lecherous tongue. "It is time to unshroud all of Your mysteries now, Oh Virgin Goddess!" T'poar announced with a lewd snicker. The enfeebled Goddess was powerless to hinder Her vicious, false priestess. "Your blasphemy and sacrilege will be punished!" Azmironda wept, but T'poar laughed sneeringly. "Maybe it will, but not by You, Oh Divine Milk Cow!" She tugged at the golden girdle, circling Azmironda's slim, vibrantly muscled waist. "Pl-please don't!" Azmironda mewled hoarsely. T'poar laughed raucously at Mighty Azmironda's timid, maidenly pleas. Greedily impatient, T'poar tore the intricate clasp asunder, ripping both girdle and silken loin cloth loose. She slid the loin cloth down Azmironda's big muscled thighs, delightedly exposing the Goddess's most intimate mortal treasure. T'poar cackled joyfully at the latest, vile indignity she'd inflicted on Divine Azmironda. T'poar, beady eyes aglint, gleefully examined the pudenda of the vanquished Storm Goddess. The dark thatch of The Goddess was soft and downy, that of a maiden in first flower of youth; the labia, of the tiny, bud-like vagina, soft and pink. Azmironda shamed and horrified cried out; "Ohh you vile despicable bitch!" T'poar grinned evilly, gazing down at Azmironda's trembling defenseless form. "You have the parts of a little girl, oh Mighty Azmironda." T'poar hissed in Azmironda's ear with venomous delight, roughly caressing and fondling the downy, soft fleece and tiny virginal slit of the Goddess. "They are truly delightful toys to serve my pleasure." Azmironda's splendid physique and full womanly curves were shamelessly displayed to T'poar's leering eyes. Huge breasts heaved in anguish. Big, solidly rounded legs of a champion athlete sprawled vulnerably apart. The sight of that creamy, voluptuously ripe form, exposed so temptingly, was an invitation too great for T'poar to resist. She leaped astride Azmironda's prone body, driving the breath from tortured lungs. Azmironda couldn't repress Her gagging whimpers. T'poar pinned Her arms under her hard bony knees. She captured Azmironda's burning face between her hateful thighs. Once again, Azmironda's pain drugged, storm-gray eyes couldn't escape the threat of T'poar's distressingly naked crotch. T'poar reached behind her; with cruel claws she capture Azmironda's helplessly exposed, virginal genitalia, possessively violating them with gleeful abandon. She spread the delicately plump, pink labia and thrust her fingers deep inside the tight, dry vagina. Azmironda shrieked hysterically. The pain was atrocious enough but the humiliation a hundred times more grievous. She felt dirty and shamed. T'poar's prying fingers fondled her painfully, pinching and stimulating. Azmironda bit Her lips until they bled. She clenched Her hands, until Her sharp nails penetrated the flesh of Her palms. Yet too much pain had sapped Azmironda's resistance. Her body responded to T'poar's brutal manipulations. Her big broad hips bounced and thrashed against the stone floor. With sudden shuddering tremors, She came in a humiliating orgasm. As Her body thrashed about, Her imprisoned face thrust against T'poar's orange thatched mound, rubbing against it shamelessly, multiplying Her soul shattering humiliation. Azmironda's Divine face thrusting and rubbing against her crotch was all T'poar needed to bring her to nearly instantaneous explosive orgasm herself. It took T'poar some moments to recover. At last she leaned back in relaxation. "That wasn't a bad start, Dear Azmironda, but You still have much to learn. Soon You will participate more willingly, Nay eagerly." She crowed joyfully. "It is time for You to swear fealty to me now Azmironda!" T'poar reminded the stricken Goddess. Even after enduring sexual molestation by T'poar, the thought of so revolting unnatural a surrender chilled Azmironda's Divine Soul. "Never mortal!" She breathed Her strong determined chin setting resolutely. "I shall never submit to you!" "We shall see Darling Azmironda. You have not succeeded in resisting me as yet Have You? I think You will see reason. You do not endure pain well. Soon You will crawl on Your Divine belly to me and beg me to allow You the privilege of servicing me." Azmironda's heart quailed at T'poar's threat. To hide the shame of Her own weakness, Azmironda gave an angry toss of ebony locks. "Y- you perverted degenerate! How dare you suggest such a thing to Me? I-I'll see you in Hades first!" Divine Disdain still echoed through the dolorous tremor in Her voice. T'poar dealt summarily with Azmironda's Divine Disdain. She rolled the goddess on Her belly, and squatted astride Azmironda's waist, pinning Her belly to the floor. She captured Azmironda's powerfully molded right arm. Azmironda's feeble ineffectual wriggling was not worth notice. With vicious ease, T'poar held Azmironda's wrist in place with her left hand. "Now swear Your fealty, You Craven Slut!" T'poar ordered. "N-no!" Azmironda wept. "Then suffer the consequences, Stupid Bitch!" T'poar shouted and grasped the beautifully shaped pinky of the Goddess in her right hand and savagely twisted it backward. Azmironda's piteous shriek echoed through Her temple, as T'poar mercilessly broke the fragile bones "Now do You concede defeat, and swear fealty to me? You pitiful Wretch?" T'poar demanded seizing the next finger in her unbreakable grip. Sick with shame, Azmironda couldn't control Herself any longer. She blurted out: "Yesss, yesss! I swear fealty! Please no more pleeeease! Don't hurt Me any more! I'll serve you! I swear, I swear!" Laughing demonically, T'poar rose from the defeated mortal form of the Goddess. She posed arrogantly in front of the pitifully sobbing Divinity. She thrust her foot at Azmironda's face. "Kiss my foot slave!" She commanded. Weeping bitter tears of Divine mortification, Mighty Azmironda obediently pressed Her trembling pink lips against T'poar's foot, kissing it in shameful token of Her surrender. As Azmironda lay trembling on the floor T'poar made her preparations for the final degrading subjugation of the Goddess. She taught Haughty Azmironda many painful lessons before she was satisfied. When she had finished her profane work, T'poar eagerly sounded the gong summoning the under-priestesses to her chambers. Thinking to find Divine Azmironda prepared to render judgement on false T'poar, and on themselves for their apostasy, the penitent priestesses filed timidly into the room. They were astoundingly appalled to find T'poar seated in triumph on her throne like chair, as of old. At T'poar's feet huddled Mighty Azmironda, subjugated and defiled, weeping bitterly at Her shame. The Goddess lay twisted on one hip, T'poar's triumphant foot planted on Her neck. Azmironda's body was humiliatingly naked,and lewdly displayed for their observation. She bore many grievous scars of disastrous bodily defeat and vindictive chastisement. To emphasize Her degradation, Divine Azmironda was blasphemously made to wear the shameful symbols of mortal bondage. Emblazoned on the broad hip of the Goddess was T'poar's signet brand seared agonizingly into Her creamy flesh by white hot metal. A golden ring painfully pierced Her nostrils, as though She was nought but a prize heifer brought to the Temple for sacrifice. T'poar possessively held one end of a golden chain in her hand. The other end was leashed about Divine Azmironda's once stiff, haughty neck, now bowed in despair.