The Wrath of the Goddess
By Jimp
Namur suffers the terrible vengeance of the Goddess Anahita


Thanks to Asura Mahisha (Musclasura) for the Hindu mythology.

The following story contains descriptions of sex and violence. If this offends

you or if you are under the legal age of consent in your country do not read

on. Any other likeness to anyone dead or alive or fictional is purely

coincidental.

(c) JIM P 2012

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"This appears to be a previously unknown part of the tale of Durga versus
Mahishasura from the Temple of Anahita"

Decoded by Lord Gerald Symthe-Jones 1876. Embellished by Jimp

It came to pass that Mahishasura sat upon his conqueror's throne, elevated
high above the floor of his mighty temple. He sat upon a huge seat fashioned
from layers of skulls and bones from thousands of slain humans which made the
plain of cowering slaves sorely afraid as they lay prostrate before him. The
face of the demon lord was a garish green, the upper part framed in black
while red covered the lower from ear to ear. He was not as they and he wanted
them to know it. A black strip ran across his wide glaring eyes while the
thick luxuriant red moustache of which he was so proud sat above his wide red
mouth and was upturned at his cheeks. White bony knobs on the tip of his broad
nose and upon his forehead worn proudly proclaimed his evil. Resplendent in
golden ornaments, the demon king was unashamedly naked, proudly displaying his
massive physique. The humans trembled at the very sight. It seemed to them
that his very muscles themselves had muscles. He puffed up his mighty chest as
broad as 5 or 6 humans and covered with thick curled black hair. Between legs
as thick as the oldest oak, the grey-haired human Queen sucked upon his
tremendous lingam, her jaw straining to contain its mighty girth. Her subjects
averted their eyes but he pointed a finger at the council of 13. "Make sure
they watch her subjugation or you will be next and it will not be from the
front" he decreed and the ministers rushed to obey. "Where is your saviour
now?" Mahishasura spoke in a loud voice that rumbled from distant mountains
like thunder. "I am your God now".

Man had been created to relieve the Gods from the tedium of the work of
agriculture, irrigation and building. Now the demons used them for warfare.
The Queen almost drowned upon his seed but Mahishasura was unconcerned. He
summoned forth Namar and commanded him to capture the Goddess Durga and bring
her to him.

After the slaying of Chikrashur [ECHO#02], Namar intended to overwhelm the
Goddess with the multitude of his army. Driving his sky chariot powered by the
energy of the suns themselves, his team of demons drove a legion of humans
before them with whips and chains. Cresting the foothills of the mountain, a
line of women appeared before them cloaked and hooded in black. These were not
of a human line but the supervisors, a female race to whom the gods had
delegated oversight of their workforce. Taller, stronger and faster than
humans, but without their reproductive weaknesses they were naturally skilled
in combat. A band of red across their eyes signified danger. The humans
faltered but the demons drove them on. Speaking with a single voice that
humans were ingrained into their very being to obey, the robed women spoke
"HALT. TURN AROUND. RETURN TO THE MINES AND DO NOT RETURN". As one, the humans
turned around and left the field of battle, unable to disobey no matter how
hard the demons flayed them. With great anger, Namar hurled a whirlwind of
biting sand at the women. At a blink, red lenses appeared over their eyes as
they stood firm. Cursing, Namar took to his sky chariot and shot a volley of
arrows towards the Vindhya Mountain. As a result, the whole mountain was
covered by innumerable arrows. Yet none touched the supervisors for they were
blessed with the protection of the Goddess.

Anahita, who some call Maa Durga amongst other names, stepped forth dressed in
an imperial red saree with gold trim that clung to a full shapely figure in
such manner that instilled longing among all who viewed her with every
movement she made. She was stunningly beautiful with light tanned skin with a
small delicate looking face, a slim elegant nose and a small sensual mouth
that any man longed to kiss. Her long hair flowed loose like a dark river down
her back. Under long sleek arching eyebrows were brown almond shaped eyes with
thick eyelashes that captivated all who gazed upon her and stirred the linga.
She stood over two heads taller than the tallest man with such simple elegant
beauty that when she smiled, the demons could not but smile back but the
Goddess was not in the mood for courtship. This defiant act had made her
wrought with fury. With ten sets of weapons in as many hands, she carved a
bloody path through their midst. Her face remained calm and gentle as she
became a whirlwind of death. All around her, the sun flashed off whirling
steel and spilt blood. Some were slain by the sword, others by her mace or war
hammer and many by her arrows. Even her lion-mount Simha killed many demons.

The demons were completely surprised by the ferociousness of the attack.
Filled with the lust of the battle, Anahita shred her saree and adopted her
two armed form to reveal a battle halter of black leather that covered her
large perfect breasts and a fringed leather girdle. Beautiful and delicate was
her face but her body was powerful in stature yet with the charm of a woman.
Smooth firm hairless skin covered a strong sturdy yet shapely body that
radiated both immense strength and sexual allure. A woman's face but a
warrior's arms thick and strident with muscle with veins as thick as creepers.
Broad shoulders narrowed to a small waist set with a sturdy midriff. Legs were
wide and bulging with such raw power that many moaned with dismay and longing
in equal measure. The Goddess raised her arms to the sky then brought them
down level with her wide shoulders. Many trembled as a terrifying mass arose
upon her arms and hardened into high steep peaks like the mountains
themselves. Yet others felt feelings of submissive desire, their trouser
swords rising firm.

"Seize her for she is just a woman" Namar cried and hurled his spear at her
intending to maim but not kill her. As the spear soared across the
battlefield, the Goddess placed her hands behind her head and the demons
gasped as large steps of stone came forth from her flat stomach. The spear
bounced harmlessly off the rocky path on her belly. "Is that the best you can
do Namar? Come strike me me again. Your puny blows are no match for my body"
she mocked. Angered, Namar threw a large iron spike at Anahita and watched in
awe as she caught it between her massive bare thighs. The demons felt ill at
ease as her legs swelled thicker than a tree trunk, glistening with an inner
strength, before the iron spike snapped atwain. "Come Namur. Come lay yourself
between my legs, if you dare" she teased but the thought filled Namar with
dread. Surely such mighty legs would break him, even though she was only a
woman. Yet so smooth skinned and alluring were they, radiating such immense
power, that a sail as erect as a ship's mast had arisen at the front of his
breeches.

Filled with mirth, the Goddess flexed her mighty arms and brought them in
front presenting a terrifying vision. So massive was she, with every muscle
swollen with sheer power and every tendon standing out like creepers on a
stone pillar on her smooth hairless brown skin. Even her large breasts were
swollen and rippling in anger; a frightening torn and ribbed deep canyon of
untouchable pleasure taunting all who watched. Yet upon this massive powerful
body was a face so pretty and full of allure. "Come play with me, boys. If you
dare" her words were as rich as pouring honey. Such was the raw feminine power
that many a demon's wand rose in salute and some threw themselves upon the
ground to worship her magnificence. Many turned and fled but the vengeful
Goddess showed them no mercy. Tearing boulders from the ground, she hurled
them high into the air where they travelled across the battlefield to fall
upon the fleeing demons and crush them. Others she slew with her bare fists
driven by powerful arms that smote a demon's head clean from his neck or
punched clean through his skull. Some tried to strike her but broke their
fists upon her rocky stomach while she laughed in amusement before slaying
them. Through the bloodshed and carnage Anahita laughed with glee as she
exercised her wondrous body. "Come, play with me Namar" she called with
seduction whilst wrapping a mighty arm around the neck of his commander. Namar
was captivated by her dark sensuous eyes atop her sleek nose and her parted
tender lips, so full of promise, so full of temptation. The muscle in her arm
swelled like a flesh covered boulder until it was larger than the commander's
head and the air was rent with the terrible sound of cracking skull. Giving
flight to Namar's feet, he fled to his sky-chariot and took to the air. "Oh
don't run away, little one" she laughed.

Radiant and supreme was Anahita, her long dark hair hanging loosely framing a
face full of smouldering passion, as she drew back her mighty bow and shot an
arrow into the sky craft causing it to falter. Her glorious body shone like
polished sculpted oak as she tore off a mighty tree branch then hurled it
overhead like a spear. It struck the chariot a grievous blow and it fell to
the ground carving out a great ravine.

Namar was alarmed by the sound of tearing metal and watched in awe as the
Goddess gripped the chariot with her bare hands then strained with every fibre
of her being. Her arms swelled like the mightiest oak covered with rippling
creepers then to his horror the metal began to buckle and tear. "Come play
with me, little demon. Do not hide" she teased with a lilting melodic voice.
He gasped at the thickness of the swollen muscle on the back of her arms as
she ripped away another shield. He felt weak yet aroused as her biceps bulged
with peaks as tall as his head as she ripped through the armour. Anahita saw
him, her sultry brown eyes locking his gaze and burrowing into his being. "I
see you, little demon. Come out and face me like a man" her small full lips
moved so sinuously that Namar was mesmerised as she ripped his chariot apart
with her bare hands as easy as tearing leaves. BLAM! He cried in alarm as a
sudden booming sound rocked the chariot. The tall woman was punching great
holes in the armour with her fists. "Come out, come out, wherever you are" she
trilled. So mighty was her power that Namar was greatly afraid yet this very
aspect made her highly alluring and he desired her. BLAM! Her mighty fist
broke through and exposed him. She stood tall over him, her firm tanned body
gleaming in the sun with her face smiling like a predator that had found its
prey. "Come into my embrace, little one" she sang flexing a fearsome bicep at
her side.

But like a slimy snake, Namar slipped her grasp and fled to his battle
elephant whereupon he unleashed his devastating weapon, Shakti. The sacred
force shone across the land with radiant power brighter than the sun. All
living creatures not under the Goddess's protection withered and died before
its brilliance. The very trees were rent from the ground and the land itself
was poisoned and laid barren. He also attacked her mount-Simha by releasing
many arrows towards it, but Anahita protected it and the barrels bounced off
her hard body without harm. Inflamed by this wicked act, she rode towards him,
her face full of fury. "You will pay for this foul deed, Namar" she roared
"You will feel the full power of my wrath". Their mighty mounts colliding, the
battle elephant held the Simha with its trunk but the Goddess's mount somehow
released itself from the trap and attacked Namar. The demon lord fell from his
steed and the Goddess was upon him.

Namar raised his sword to smite Anahita but she caught his wrist. It was as if
his hand was set in stone, he could not move it. Namar felt so weak, too
helpless to withstand the power unleashed by this woman's massive rippling
arms. His lingam throbbed as he felt the unbridled force of her arms as she
toyed with him, moving his arm wherever she wished, her terrifyingly rocky
arms swelling with menace. She pulled him close and entranced him with her
delightful face that set his desire aflame. Namar wondered how such a
beauteous woman could have such a massive muscular body. She was many times
stronger and bigger than any man he knew except maybe Asura Mahisha himself.
Yet he felt overwhelming submission and desire. "Oh, marvellous Goddess.
Please let me worship you with my body and my heart's desire" he pleaded.

"Worship this, little demon" Anahita replied and holding his sword hand aloft,
slowly drew back her right arm and clenched her fist. "Please no. Mercy!" he
cried at the sight of the huge growing mass swelling on her arm. It grew large
and rugged, peaking like a small mountain until it seemed larger than his
head. BLAM! Her fist slammed like a mighty hammer, plunging through his chest
armour and deep into his stomach. "Borrarrgh!" he wailed aloud as his organs
were flattened forcing a great wind from his mouth. The Goddess released him
and he fell at her feet groaning and unable to catch his spilt breath.

Thus the Goddess leapt upon the fallen demon lord sitting high astride his
chest. He felt her warm bare thighs close around his head and was afraid as
they gripped with the strength of a python. "Look at the blight you have
visited upon this land. Nothing will be able to grow here for millennia" she
told him. The divine one raised her arms and flexed mighty peaks of wrath.
"Tremble at my magnificence, little demon. How can all your armour protect you
when I have these" she taunted. So large grew the peaks that they blocked out
the sun casting a shadow of dread upon him. So great did her chest expand that
her breasts broke free from her battle bra causing Namar to spill his seed at
the sight of such glory. "So soon?" she teased then raised her fists.

BLAM! the long haired vision of loveliness hammered her fist into the face of
the demon trapped beneath her legs. BLAM BLAM her fists swung with slow
measured power as a smith beating out iron. The mighty punches reverberated
throughout the mountains. Namar had never before felt such power and felt his
face breaking. The thunderous blows ceased. "Still alive, little one?" the
wondrous Goddess asked. "Then feel the weapons the Gods have bestowed upon
woman". Anahita stretched out her legs and focussed her might. Namar screamed
as her thighs grew so large that he could barely hold onto them as each
swelled into three large rocky hills with deep crevices between. He screamed
as the very bone of his skull bent under terrible pressure. The demon screamed
so loud that they heard his pain in the mountains beyond. "Oh yes!" the
Goddess threw back her head with her eyes closed and face full of blissful
countenance. "Oh this is the only thing a demon is good for" she sighed with
pleasure. The demon lord whimpered under the relentless grinding pressure of
her iron hard thighs. Even the sight of her magnificent bare breasts could not
pacify him. "Oh do be quiet, little one" the Goddess laughed as her thighs
swelled so large they enveloped his head and a deathly silence fell upon the
glade.

Namur was not dead. He awoke with a grievous pain in his skull and hearing a
wheezing noise before realising it was his own breathe passing through a
ruined throat. The demon lord felt something close to worship for this
superior female as she stood before him, completely naked unashamedly
displaying her magnificent strong physique. Lifting his face by his hair, she
spoke to him like the worthless defeated beast that he was. "Well, little one.
You will not die so quickly. What shall I do with you now? How shall I punish
you for your sins?" she asked. Before he could answer, Anahita bent down and
picked him from the ground as easily as if he were a small child. Seizing him
painfully by the neck and between his legs, she lifted his heavy body to her
shoulders then up above her head with a display of dramatic strength as it he
weighed no more than an empty jug. Her naked muscles gleamed in the sunlight,
the vast strength overwhelmed him and his trouser sword stiffened once more.
"You salute me again, little one" she chuckled.

For five miles or more the mighty Goddess ran, carrying Namar aloft, across
the steep rugged mountain side. Her arms and legs never tired. Namar looked
down helplessly from his vantage point at her naked body watching her perfect
breasts bounce and her thighs flex and wane like thick sinuous pythons of
destruction. Such was the magnificence of the powerful muscles in motion,
gleaming in the sun, that his lingam grew quickly until he spilled his seed.
"Again? Little one. Why you certainly are honouring my superiority with your
life force" she chuckled without shortage of breath.

It was in this manner of humiliation that the divine Goddess of power,
Anahita, carried the demon lord, Namar, to a great cavern in the mountain
side. Whereupon she threw his back across her shoulders and placing a hand
upon his chin and between his legs, pulled down with tremendous force that
bent his back around her broad shoulders. Namar screamed as she stretched his
back. "Sing for me, little demon" she laughed. "Shall I pull you asunder as
though drawn apart by two stallions, little one?". As the demon screamed, the
Goddess applied her touch to his trouser sword. She is both gentle and mild
yet frightful and terrible. So wondrous was her skill that it quickly
stiffened then she shortly brought forth a small fountain before his back
broke. "Pleasure and pain, little one. That is a woman's gift to bestow upon a
man" she told the weeping demon.

Demons are harder to kill than humans yet the Goddess had smote hundreds with
her bare hands. Demon lords are harder still to kill, yet even Namar knew that
this beautiful but deadly woman was toying with him, making him suffer for his
sins. Anahita lowered Namar to his feet, towering over him and holding him up
with a mighty arm. Eyes of seduction ringed by thick lashes gazed down along a
sleek nose, her luscious lips partly open in a superior pose that drove the
demon to distraction. She uttered a single word that sent shivers down his
spine and stoked his desire. "Beg" she uttered. Grasping his forearms she
forced him to his knees with overwhelming force. Too strong to resist, Namar
watched with helpless resignation as her thick powerful arms swelled to
massive size as their vastly superior strength made him feel insignificant.
"Please mighty Goddess. Spare me so I might worship in your presence forever"
he pleaded for verily did he speak the truth.

"Men. Such weak willed creatures. Always thinking with their Linga" Anahita
laughed. Pulling the vanquished demon up, the tall beauty lifted him with a
single arm and pressed his back against the cave roof. Namar looked down in
fear as she held him aloft and drew back a mighty fist. "Mercy" he whimpered.
The Goddess smiled. "Of course. I will show you the same mercy you showed to
the creatures of the forest when you unleashed the sacred force" she told him.
BLAM! with arms as thick and rugged as the mountains themselves, the divine
beauty drove her fist with such mighty force into the demon's belly that his
body was driven into the very stone itself. BLAM! the mighty blows shook the
mountains. "You are the lowest of the low, hiding behind your machines. I will
not dance with you, you will feel the full force of my fury". BLAM! demon's
bones are as hard as stone, yet they were no match for the Goddess's vengeful
blows. BLAM! A fissure in the rock opened up under the woman's earthshaking
punches and her fists folded the demon deep into it whereupon his broken body
was embedded in the stone so that only his head remained hanging from the
roof. She took his face in her hands and stared into his eyes, her eyes seemed
to burn into his very being. She was so beautiful. He could no longer feel his
lingam but was certain that it would be stiff. "One day many centuries from
now, someone may find your bones buried deep in the rock. What will they make
of you, little demon?" she said.

Thick columns of rippling muscle reached up towards him and pulled his head
into her vast bare chest. She wrapped her fearsome arms around his head so
that her biceps pressed on other side. Namar tried to scream as the massive
peaks swelled and grew irresistably large, yet his chest was broke. CRACK!
SNAP! Even as he died, the raw power of this magnificent woman makes his
lingam unload one last time. SNAP! CRACK! The Goddess flexed and pressed her
mighty arms together until the iron hard peaks of her biceps came met with not
even the smallest of living matter between.

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Editor's note: readers may remember the strange case of Professor Parminda
Sharma in 1976. Professor Sharma was looking for archaeological remains in the
very region in which this bizarre ancient text is set. Several miles from an
unusually straight ravine known locally as devil's gorge, the good Professor
discovered the highly compressed fossilised remains of a previously unknown
species embedded deep within the roof of a cavern. The specimen appeared to
have suffered a great deal of trauma and the head was missing, but the
remainder indicated a biped similar in shape but much larger than early
humanoids but with unusual reptilian characteristics not least a tail. Before
Professor Sharma could summon help to remove the find, the Indian Army closed
the site and confiscated his photographs and notes. The official verdict was
that he had exposed a pocket of noxious gas which had a hallucinogenic effect
and that he had dreamt the whole thing. Which only goes to show the value of
conducting a full toxic analysis of any site before excavation. Local rumours
of excavations by DARPA over many years in the vicinity are discounted.