By the River Indus - The Last Chapter by T. Prince, tk_prince@hotmail.se And then, the steamy aftermath. A year following the shameful retreat of the forces of Iskandar and his soldiers, princess Nandini was coming to realize the importance of that little skirmish in the history of her people. An Indian princess had encountered a Greek goddess in battle -- and won! This, if anything, was a story that deserved to be immortalized -- and so she set out to write a poem about it. After several months of writing, often late into the night under flickering oil lamps, she eventually found herself nearing the end of her mammoth undertaking. Since she felt very strongly about not leaving out any details, the text at present stood at 15,000 lines -- a true epic -- but she knew that not a word had been added in vain. As she lay on her luxurious silk bed scribbling down the final lines (dressed in a comfortably loose halter top and elegant silk harem pants that flattered her gentle curves and attractive behind), all the heat and passion of her duel with Athena came flooding back into her imagination, and she found her heart beating faster than if she'd just run three laps around her palace. "...and so by reddening a goddess's buttocks white, was the freedom of India land won by righteous might." Nandini smiled. Having finally completed her masterpiece, she felt that she had earned the right to a little treat. "Slave-girl, come over here!" The soft pattering of naked footsoles against the paved stones could be heard. The curtains parted, and the shadow of a very tall woman fell on the floor. It was striking what a year of servitude had done for Athena's self-presentation. Whereas she had previously dispatched her duties with an air of defiant contempt, she had now grown gracefully into the role of domestic servant. The tall, curvaceous blonde appeared in the doorway with her hands clasped demurely over her navel, eyeing her mistress with large, obedient eyes. As always, she wore a red-and-yellow breechcloth that swayed lazily in the draft from the windows, and a transparent veil over her super- sized breasts -- and absolutely nothing else. "You called, mistress?" the blonde asked, smiling accommodatingly. "Athena, I've just finished the story of how you and I met, and it will soon be published to the world. Would you like me to read it to you?" "Of course, mistress." "Now, since you don't understand Sanskrit, I suppose I will have to translate for you, won't I?" Athena nodded shyly, her long blond braid bobbing up and down as she did so. "I thought as much. Pity, since the rhymes will be lost. Oh well... Sit down, please." The goddess went down on her knees and sat on her haunches, staring up at her Indian mistress. Nandini smiled and scrolled through her papers until she had located a particularly sexy passage, at which point she cleared her throat and began to translate: "...and so from side to side the ash-spear flew, smiting the goddess-tail with vengeful zeal, turning pearly white to fiery hellish red, and sparing her no indignity for her fiendish crimes, while the branch of Maharani's tree delighted, to see the foreign demon, although to the eye fair, treated like the misbehaving child she was, with her breasts unclad and her buttocks aglow..." When Nandini looked up again, she saw that Athena was blushing and looking down into the floor. The princess felt a little guilty and put the poem away. "What's the matter? Don't you like it?" "No, it's just that... I can still feel that spanking sometimes when I sit down," Athena mumbled as she rubbed her bottom. "Can you? Well, I'm not surprised -- I did just about spank your sweet little butt off! Also, you Olympian chicks have the most vulnerable white bodies. It's sad, but also a bit endearing." Athena blushed again, and she stared down into the floor. "What else?" Nandini asked. "Do you really consider me to be a foreign demon?" the blonde asked, pouting slightly. Nandini chuckled. "Well, you are certainly foreign, what with all the strange yellow hair and pale eyes and weird distribution of body fat. And you are too weak and incompetent to be a proper goddess -- and also too petty and evil -- so I guess that makes you a demon of sorts. What's so strange about that?" "But on Mount Olympus I was a goddess! People all over Greece built temples to me, and sculptors made the most beautiful sculptures in my image..." "Did they now? And I suppose there were other goddesses there, just like you?" "Yes, of course! There's Aphrodite, the goddess of love, and Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, and Demeter..." "How delightful. Why don't you tell me more about them while you do my fingernails?" "Now, mistress?" "Without delay!" The princess lay down on her bed and the blonde, still kneeling on the floor, sidled up next to her and took her hand. As Athena began to work on her manicure, Nandini played with her servant's long, blonde ponytail, wrapping it around her fingers, losing herself in reveries. "There's Aphrodite, who loves beauty and love and sex, and is sacred to the island of Cyprus. Everybody loves her, for obvious reasons, even though she has a mean streak-" "Describe her to me." "Oh, she's the most beautiful of the gods -- a radiant vision of marble skin, blue eyes and lustrous golden hair. She's not quite as tall as I am, but blonder... and lovelier. Suffice to say, we are all a bit in love with Aphrodite-" "If she's to your taste, I'm guessing... big boobs and curvy ass?" Athena blushed. "Yes, she is curvier than any of us. And most of us fantasize about her, as you might imagine. At one point, I stumbled upon her as she was taking a shower in a waterfall, and..." "Go on." "Well, she was naked and bending over at the waist, and her buttocks stuck out through the water in the most tantalizing manner... like two pieces of ripe fresh fruit... so I just couldn't help myself, I went wild... I walked up to her and turned her around and looked into her face... she was surprised, but there was desire in her eyes as well... so we embraced and kissed and... I had my way with her right there in the waterfall..." "You little trollop!" "I couldn't help it! She was irresistible... I wanted to you just drink up every bit of her... suck the nectar out of her think, rosy nipples... lap up her perfect ass like ambrosia... I never told anyone about it, but I always suspected that Hephaestus knew..." "And Artemis?" "Artemis is a tricky bird. She's very aloof and prone to mood swings. She's a virgin, you know -- no man or woman has ever laid hands on her-" "I mean what does she look like." "Oh! She's tall and slender, with long dark hair. Very pale. No one has ever seen her naked and lived to see the tale. Once, a hunter made the mistake of wandering too deep into the forest and he caught a glimpse of her from behind -- minutes later, Artemis had turned his dogs against him and commanded them to tear him limb from limb." "What a vicious little tart! For seeing her naked? How ever can the Greeks put up with goddesses like this? I'd like to sneak up on her some time when she's bathing and give her a good- well, you know what." "Oh, but you shouldn't! Artemis and I were good friends - in fact, she's probably really worried about me..." "Is she attracted to you? Do you think she's lying awake at night, dreaming about what I'm doing to your poor white ass-" Here Nandini gave Athena's unguarded bottom a mischievous little slap, causing her to yelp in response. "-that she will never be able to?" "Oh, no no no... Then again, maybe," Athena said softly. "In fact, I always suspected she had a crush on me." "Did she now?" Nandini let her head fall back into her pillow and thought for a while. "Hey, Athena, I think I know how I want to pass the evening." "Oh?" the blonde perked up. "Shall I feed you grapes? Or be your footstool? Or do you want to play that card game that always ends with me getting spanked over your knee?" "No. Hush. I want you to stand on my bed on all fours, with your face toward the door and your pretty white butt pointing toward me. Now move it!" She gave Athena's rear a sharp spank, bringing her to her feet with a whimper. As the goddess got into position, Athena walked over to her gilded cabinet and opened it. The impulse she was to act upon had not come upon her suddenly, but in fact been the result of countless nights of feverish deliberation. It seemed so outrageous, so positively scandalous, and yet it was the one thing that remained to be done before she could consider the blonde goddess completely tamed. She rummaged through the cabinet until she found what she was looking for: an dark brown leather strap-on so humonguously big that it was hard to imagine the size of the woman who could take it. "Fit for a goddess," the princess chuckled and smiled maliciously. When she had fastened the strap-on securely to her waist and crawled up on the bed behind the unsuspecting Athena, she took a while to inspect her prey. The goddess's delicate skin looked golden in the candlelight, and her well-proportioned derriere jutted upward like a pair of perfectly smooth white hills. One year ago, this was the body that had stood ready to plunge her nation into carnage and chaos. Now, it was defenseless and exposed before her eyes, like a patch of prime territory waiting to be claimed... "Athena, have you ever been penetrated before?" Nandini asked, feeling her heartbeat race as she asked the question. Immediately, Athena tensed up, and Nandini could see her buttocks clench with nervousness and disbelief. "Um... yes, I suppose I have," the goddess replied in a shaky voice. "Was it... here?" Nandini asked, gently placing her fingertip on the smooth, bulging mound of the blonde's womanhood. "Y-yes," Athena replied. "Who was it?" "Oh... v-various... men and... w-women..." "I see. Now what about... here?" Nandini slid her fingertip along Athena's perineum, between the ripe spheres of her golden ass cheeks, and finally brought it to stop over the tiny puckering opening between them. "N-no! Never! Think of... the dishonor!" Athena stammered, and from the way her tight little anus vibrated beneath the Indian woman's touch, Nandini deduced that this was a strongly held reservation indeed. The princess smiled -- she had found the perfect spot. "What if I were to tell you that I was going to take your anal virginity right here and right now, on this bed?" She uncorked a bottle of oil and poured it over the immense brown dildo, letting it soak in the soft fluid. "Wh-what!? N-n-nooo, you mustn't-" "Oh yes, my little Greek morsel, that's exactly what I'm going to do." As she spoke, Nandini began to move her strap-on closer to Athena's upturned bottom until it was caressing the cleft between her cheeks. "It's funny, isn't it? One year ago, you came here with the intention of conquering my homeland for your people. And now, *I* am the one looking to claim the territory that is your big, fertile white body." Nandini ran her finger along Athena's spine down to her butt, then circled the whole posterior and continued all the way back again. "Your body is like the land of Greece -- or at least how I imagine it to be -- soft, fertile, vulnerable and ripe for being claimed. And I know *exactly* where to stick my flag!" With those words, the princess gently parted Athena's plump white ass cheeks and slowly -- but firmly -- plunged the oiled-up dildo into her impossibly tight anal cavity. The goddess gasped and her eyes grew to the size of tennis balls as her last vestige of honor -- and maidenhood -- was stripped from her. When she felt the sheer size of the dildo, her gasps turned to a long drawn-out groan, and then a high-pitched sort of yodeling. Nandini sunk the dildo deeper and deeper into the Caucasian woman's slowly yielding ass, feeling her confidence mount to an almost unbearable pitch, and then she was all the way in, wearing Athena's plump, accommodating ass like a dildo-glove. "Unnngghhhgghhhhh," the ravished goddess groaned as she capitulated to the massive intruder. "Well done!" Nandini chuckled, and gave her groaning slave-girl a congratulatory spank on the ass. "I almost didn't think you were going to take it. To think that a goddess's ass would be so tight, so soft and so easily conquered. Well, at any rate, now the fun begins..." She slowly slid the dildo out of Athena's relaxed little crater of an asshole, hearing the white woman moan sensually in relief and pleasure as she momentarily regained control of her own bottom, and then plunged it all the way in again, this time actually curving Athena's spine as she re-entered her most forbidden opening. This time, the blonde produced the most tender and vulnerable gasp of surrender, which caused Nandini to go almost crazy with lust. "This is AMAZING!" the princess moaned, bending her head back as she rode the gasping blonde like a rodeo rider. "The RUSH! I've never felt anything like it!" "Unn-HUNNNhhh-HHUUUUNNHHH-HUUUUNNHHH...!" the white girl replied in staccato. In the dildo went again, and out, and in, and out, each time faster than before, and each time easing up Athena's virgin ass for faster, smoother and deeper entry. Nandini felt her heart beat like a drum solo as she invaded the tamed blonde's exotic white ass over and over, enjoying full control over her body, mind and desires through the mere thrusting of her hips, delighting in every jiggle of the domesticated goddess's plump, oiled-up ass cheeks, every crease in her back as the penetrations arched her spine, the bouncing and bobbing of her bright blonde braid, and every faint, girlish noise emanating from between the white woman's thick pink lips. This was it: the last, and sweetest, conquest. "How does it feel to be mine, bitch?" Nandini couldn't help asking as she began to spank Athena's bouncy ass cheeks, creating a spray of oil and sweat as her brown palm lashed the white ass-flesh. "I like... UHHH!!! ...being yours... AAHHHH!! ...mistress... OOOHHH!!" the goddess replied in a girly, high-pitched voice. "By Shiva, you're so submissive! I LOVE it!" She reached out and grabbed Athena's blonde braid, which she used to pull the white woman's head back as she continued to pound her oil-slick asshole. "Say you're my slut!" "I'm your... HUUHHH!!! ...slut, mistress... HAAHHH!!" "Say you're my little Greek piece of ass!" "I'm your... UNNHHHH!! ... little... HUUNNHHH!!... Greek piece of... HAAHHH!!! ...ass, mistress!!" "And you're hungry for my Indian cock!" "And I'm... HAAHHH!!! ...hungry for your... UUNNGHHH!! ... Indian cock... UNNHHH!!! ...mistress!" "And where do you want it?" "In my... UUNGGHHH... hungry white ass... HHAHHH... mistress!" When she heard this, Nandini humped her slave-girl so hard that she nearly flew off the bed (the only thing that kept her in her place was the massive dildo in her ass). The princess had never felt more completely in control in her life, and her pleasure only kept mounting and mounting... Meanwhile, her resistance worn down, a major transformation was occurring inside Athena's head. Her initial reluctance was quickly giving way to an irresistible surge of unbelievable pleasure. She felt like her body had turned into an infinitely-sensitive network of nerves being played upon by the Indian's capable hands like a lyre. All her habitual arrogance and conceit seemed to dissipate as her entire consciousness seemed to flow downwards and merge with the fertile plumpness of her ass, gratefully and hungrily receiving its due from the Indian's mammoth cock and swift, sharp hands. And then, finally, she felt herself carried herself on a storm wave of pleasure as she climaxed all over Nandini's implacable cock, moaning at the top of her lungs, while Nandini continued to ride her, whooping triumphantly as she milked the cumming goddess dry by spanking, groping and pounding her luscious ass into oblivion. "AAOOHHHHHHH, BY HERA'S DRIPPING PUSSY, HERE IT COMES, HERE IT COMMMMEEEAAAOOOAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Then, completely spent, the blonde fell face first into her covers and lay there, half-conscious and panting, with the dildo still buried inside her gleaming wet ass. Nandini pulled out, detached the strap-on and bent forward to inspect Athena's half-sleeping form. Her bottom was still arched enough to offer Nandini a perfect view of her engorged, still-dripping slit. The princess placed her finger against the goddess' tender mound and ran it along the winking opening of her snatch, coating the fingertip in her fluids. "The first orgasm of a Greek goddess deflowered by an Indian mortal," the princess mused to herself. "I wonder what my alchemists could make of this? Surely a pretty potent potion. Better not waste of it." She found a small glass bottle and filled it up with Athena's hot sweet-smelling cum, occasionally fingering her to tease some more precious fluids out of her sticky nether-lips. When there was no more space in the bottle, Nandini decided to lick up the rest, lapping the goddess' ladyparts like a particularly delicious oyster until every last drop had gone down. "I'm gonna keep you around for a long time," the princess panted as she gave Athena's gaping rump a last approving spank and then fell down on her back, as exhausted as after a long day's work. *** Around this time, a careful observer would have been able to spot a faint black shape outlined against the golden-red Indian moon, growing steadily larger. But since there was none to observe her, Artemis -- Greek goddess of the moon and the hunt -- could make her descent through the heavens unnoticed, until she had landed noiselessly on the roof of the palace. When she stood up, reaching her full height of nearly eight feet, Artemis cut an imposing figure in her jet-black chiton and waist-length walnut-colored hair. Although as strong and well-trained as any Spartan king, the virgin goddess had retained every curve of her maiden figure, from her full Olympian breasts to her equally full hips, which left her suspended somewhere between intimidating toughness and overripe femininity. Actually, this was a riddle that the goddess seemed to be wrestling with at a deeper level herself: it was almost as if the warrior pose was a disguise meant to hide the fact that, deep down inside, the virgin goddess was indeed the sweet, helpless little ingenue that her epithet suggested. And indeed, from her innocent baby-blue eyes to her coquettishly puckered lips to the schoolgirlish way that she swung her rear end while she walked, there were several signs to give away her secret. Her first impression of the strange country she had descended to was bewildering: she was used to deep forests and towering mountains from back home, but this? The sheer scope of the Indian jungle caused Artemis to feel (physically and mentally) like a frightened little girl. The animals were too fierce and terrifying even for her -- the goddess of the Hunt herself! The insects were ubiquitous and left bites all over her body (including some of her most personal areas). The monsoons were violent and sudden and left her soaked all the way down to her tight little Greek undergarments. In short, India seemed to her nothing less than Hades itself. And yet she had persevered, in order to save the prestige of her disgraced friend Athena. The Olympian gods had watched with horror as the goddess of war was subjected to every indignity known to man -- she had been slapped, spanked, wedgied, stripped nude, turned to marble, spanked again (in front of a whole army!), branded on her buttocks and finally carried away by that impetuous, brown-skinned savage. For the haughty goddesses of Olympus, this was not only a personal affront, but also a rude awakening to the fact that the world was larger and more mysterious than they could have dreamed of, and that it contained entities not only older but far more powerful than they were. It was obvious that the damsel in distress needed to be rescued, and yet the image of the golden-haired white goddess being spanked like a disobedient child by sinister brown hands must have been at the forefront of everybody's minds, because no one volunteered to do it. In the end, it was Hera who suggested Artemis for the task, since her friendship with Athena was known to all. And Artemis, feeling that her prestige was on the line, had been unable to say no. "Just a fine mess that bimbo's gotten herself into," she muttered as she slid down the roof and landed on a foot-long ledge beneath a particularly large window on the third floor. "What's she doing in there anyway?" Kneeling on the ledge, Artemis quietly rose up until her palms were pressed against the window, her bottom jutting out into the air for balance. As she peered through the glass, her jaw dropped... and dropped... and dropped. She had come to India expecting the worst, but even so, what she saw when she looked through the window was more shocking than anything that she could possibly have imagined. There, on a massive, ornately decorated bed, was Athena on all fours without a stitch of clothing, writhing and twisting in spasms of pleasure as a beautiful, much smaller brown-skinned woman squatted behind her, rhythmically pounding her from behind. The brown woman was slender and beautiful, with shimmering ebony hair that whipped around her while she pounded away, and she was unquestionably in charge. With one hand, she tugged possessively at Athena's ponytail (and occasionally reached down to squeeze a bouncing white breast), while the other hand was busy slapping the goddess's upturned rump from left to right, scattering beads of sweat as she spanked the pearly buttocks like bread dough. But the center of the action was clearly the enormous phallus with which she repeatedly pounded Athena's sweat-soaked ass, sending shockwaves of submissive pleasure through the exhausted blonde. Artemis was aghast. A mortal... and a brown-skinned one at that... having her way with the Greek goddess of war... and through the only orifice that even Greek goddesses were too shy to use for pleasure! It was so horrifically wrong, and yet there was something... delicious about it. No, Artemis! Must keep that thought away as you prepare to fire the killing shot... an arrow straight in the brown-skinned woman's chest should do it, through her heart... and yet, she could not help it: long-submerged feelings of denied sexual gratification surged up through the virgin goddess's chaste loins, and she had to stop herself from plunging a hand into her undergarments. What she was looking at was the most erotic thing she had ever seen, and she never wanted it to stop. As she stared, mesmerized by her friend's lovely face in contortions of pleasure, her rhythmically bouncing boobs and rear, the Indian girl's powerfully arched body and ecstatic smile and the massive phallus emerging out of the white goddess's well-spanked tush before plunging in again, she realized that her heart was beating overtime. This was it -- this was the way that the virgin goddess wanted to shed her epithet: at the hands of a dominant, laughing Indian princess. She flinched. She had leaned in so close to the window that her boobs were forming rings against the glass. Finally the Virgin Goddess snapped out of her foolish fantasies and realized what needed to be done. The brown girl had to be killed, Athena freed, and this whole embarrassing incident covered up at all costs. Artemis placed an arrow on her bow and stood up straight on the ledge. She knew that her arrows were powerful enough to shatter the glass without losing their trajectory. She took aim at the princess' slender chest, and prepared to fire an arrow into the narrow gully between her brown breasts. "Beware, young little goddess," an alto voice, deep as the Indian earth itself, intoned closed to her ear. "I see you." Artemis spun around and found herself staring straight into the face of a gargantuan brown-skinned woman floating in the night air, seated serenely in lotus position. The woman -- who was nearly three times her size -- was dressed in resplendent red-and-gold clothing, wore an enormous crown, and had a face that radiated ageless beauty as well as profound wisdom. But most strikingly of all -- the woman had not two arms... but eight. "What foul spawn of Echidna is this? Answer Artemis!" Artemis gasped, pointing her bow at the floating woman. "I am Durga, the Invincible One," the majestic being responded calmly. "I protect my people against all intruders who seek to do them harm." "I have never heard of you," Artemis said, smiling arrogantly. "And I have never heard of you. But I know that it takes a particularly cowardly goddess to sneak up on a mortal in the dark, instead of challenging her to a fight." Artemis' smile froze. "You dare call me a coward?" "I do indeed." "Then that is a folly that will cost you your life!" Without warning, Artemis let the arrow fly in the direction of her new foe. The projectile soared through the cool night air, and the goddess allowed herself grin of triumphant delight at having drawn faster than her enemy, but once again, her smile froze on her lips when the arrow stopped mid-air, and then fell ineffectually to the ground. Furious at the inexplicable failure, Artemis fired off all her remaining arrows in lightning-quick succession, but they all shared the fate of the first. "What...!? Impossible!" Artemis gasped. "Clearly you are not familiar with the well-known law that goddesses lose their power when they venture into parts of the earth where their names are not known," Durga said calmly. "How typical of someone as arrogant and ignorant of the world as a Greek." "But... I am a goddess for everyone! My dominion is the whole world!" "Hardly. In fact, I estimate that you and your kin have not been worshipped for much longer than a thousand years. Whereas I and my sisters are as old as the veined earth itself. Compared to me, you are but a mewling infant, hardly old enough to wear clothes." As if to illustrate her point, Durga snapped her fingers, and a moment later, all of Artemis' clothes and undergarments had gone up in smoke. The Greek goddess was suddenly as naked as the day she was born, with her pointy pink breasts, toned stomach and smooth vagina gleaming white in the moonlight. Artemis shrieked and frantically tried to cover up. "What did I say? You even cry like a baby," Durga remarked, smiling serenely. "Look, I'm s-sorry," Artemis began, her voice betraying her fear. "I'll f-fly back home the way I came... let's forget about all this!" "I knew you were a coward," Durga snorted. "You're not going anywhere, little girl -- in fact, you're about to join your friend in a moment." The Indian goddess grabbed the much-smaller brunette by her arm and dangled her in the air, inspecting her naked body from every angle. Artemis twisted and squirmed, and her ample breasts and full buttocks jiggled appetizingly in the moonlight as she did so -- much to Durga's delight. Durga glanced over her shoulder, toward the palace garden, where Nandini's sisters were lounging around in the moonlight, reciting poetry. And she had a brilliant idea. "And now, it is time for you to meet your new mistresses. Farewell, you foolish little goddess!" Durga said and brought down all eight of her hands onto the Greek goddess's trembling derriere with such colossal force that it sent her soaring through the night sky like a comet, trailed by an actual tail of sparks emanating from her glowing bottom. "AIIEEEEEE!!!" Artemis screamed as she made an arch through the air before plunging back to earth like a shooting star. After a heart-stoppingly steep fall, she finally crashed into the foliage of the banyan tree that stood in the center of the palace garden. The noise immediately alerted Nandini's sisters, who came rushing to the scene with their swords and bows at the ready, only to find that the intruder was a completely nude, unnaturally buxom Caucasian woman who lay spread-eagled among the branches with all of her most intimate parts on full display. "Where did she come from?" asked Lakshmi, as she peered up along the tree-trunk. "What happened to her clothes?" Hiranya inquired in disbelief. "Get away from me, y-you savages!!" came a high-pitched voice from further up among the branches. "That voice. That bearing. That attitude. She's... she's just like Nandini's slave-girl," Lakshmi said dryly. "Could it be...?" The sisters looked at each other and, almost at the same time, each girl broke into a great, malicious grin. "I told you we needed to get one of our own!" "I call dibs!" "You can't do that -- she's mine!" At that moment, the branch that was sustaining Artemis's weight broke and she fell chest-first onto the ground with a loud THUD!, flattening her mighty boobs against the dew-streaked ground. When she saw that the sisters were all rushing toward her with maniacal grins on their faces, she flew up with a scream and set off through the garden, each step jiggling her curvaceous buns in a way that tantalized her pursuers. "Can't we share her? We each get one part!" Lakshmi yelled as she waved her sword. "You get the top, I get the bottom," Hiranya replied, licking her lips. "Finally I don't have to borrow Nandini's slave girl anymore! A big, bouncy white butt all for myself..." "Then what do I get?" Padma asked annoyedly. "She's only got a top and a bottom." "Er... her feet?" "No way! The feet go with the bottom!" "So we divide up the bottom half -- *you* get the front and *you* get the back." "That's not fair! You can't spank a vagina!" "Yes, you can... and it's actually quite fun." "So we divide the tits then?" "That's a terrible idea -- then no one gets to squeeze them both at the same time!" "Er... we can synchronize?" "Girls, how would all this work in practice -- do we pass her around? Do we all play with her at the same time?" "Right, I hadn't thought of that." At this point, while the sisters were slowed down by their arguing, Artemis had reached the end of the garden, at which point she took a chance and dove headfirst through an open window, somersaulting clumsily through the air before landing flat on her butt on a cold stone floor. She had, by all appearances, ended up in some sort of storage room. Her delicate Olympian world had completely collapsed around her, leaving her stranded in a dark and alien universe which was beyond her capacities to deal with. She, the Virgin Goddess, had been stripped naked and sized up by a dozen hungry eyes like some common harlot! She, the Goddess of the Hunt, was now being hunted herself! It made her feel once again like a little girl hiding from her adult relatives, trying to avoid getting a spanking. Hearing the sisters come stomping in through a nearby door, Artemis made a sprint for a nearby staircase, and managed to hide in the shadow as the whooping princesses rushed past, failing to spot her. Breathing a sigh of relief, the Virgin Goddess made her way up the staircase and was just about to sneak off in the direction of the nearest window when a shadow fell across the floor from a nearby doorway. "Is that you, little Jaimini? Come to old Deepa!" an old woman's voice croaked. Artemis turned slowly around and came face to face with a short, wrinkled Indian woman, clearly in her seventies or older. The woman, who apparently worked as the governess to Nandini's youngest sister, inspected the goddess from head to toe and grunted with exasperation. "Who are YOU!?" the governess snapped. "And what were you thinking, sneaking around here buck naked where children might see you? For SHAME!" Artemis was still to shocked to say anything, so she just stared dumbly at the furious old woman. "Judging from that white skin and those fat hips I'm guessing you're some slave girl Nandini brought back from some foreign adventure," the governess said, curling her lip with distaste. "Why I never... No manners, no sense, walks around buck naked, breasts the size of a heifer, bright spooky eyes and skin so white you'd have thought someone just dipped you in flour. What kind of backwards country did the princess pick you up in?" Still no response. Artemis barely dared to move a muscle. "And she doesn't speak. And she's got twigs in her hair. And her skin has got streaks of mud and grass on it," the governess gave up a long sigh. "You know, slave-girl, it is clear that you haven't been brought up properly. Maybe that's just the way people go around in your country, but here in India, it's not good enough. Come with me!" The governess grabbed the dazed Artemis by the wrist and led her into what appeared to be a nursery room, with a tiny bed in one corner and toys spilled all over the floor. Before the goddess could figure out what was happening, the governess had plopped down on the bed, pulled her over her knee (a comical sight, since the goddess was more than twice the old woman's size) and swiped a large hairbrush from a nearby drawer. All the while, Artemis felt that she literally couldn't move. After everything that had just happened to her, she felt powerless even to resist the authority of the wrinkly old governess, and so submitting to her now felt like the most natural thing in the world. She stared at the veined old hand next to her and clenched her buttocks in anticipation -- she knew that she had somehow misbehaved and had to be spanked. "My, what a big old tush she's got," the governess sighed, "Most unladylike. It is clear that the princess has been feeding you far too much." "I-I-I'm not a slave-girl!" Artemis stammered. "Quiet, you! I say, you're more unruly than even Jaimini ever was. I've never met a girl more in need of a good, sound spanking than you. Now be silent and take your punishment." With those words, the governess brought down the hairbrush upon Artemis' defenseless bottom with such force that at first Artemis thought that Zeus had goosed her with a lightning bolt! *TTHWWAACCCKKK!!!!* "Oooohhh!!!!" The goddess' shapely buns vibrated madly from the blow, and when the governess raised the hairbrush back to starting position, a rectangular red mark had been imprinted upon the curvaceous rear. *TTHWWAACCCKKK!!!!* *TTHWWAACCCKKK!!!!* *TTHWWAACCCKKK!!!!* "OOOHHH-OOOHHH-OOOHHHHH!!!" "My what a fuss you're making over a little spanking," the governess muttered as she carried spanking the squirming goddess, "you'd think with a big, round tush like that, she'd be able to withstand some pain, but no, she's squirms more than a weepy two-year-old! I say, slave-girls like that need to be spanked hard and frequently, to make them more durable." "I-I said..." *TTHWWAACCCKKK!!!!* "AAAIIEEE!!! ...I'm n-not..." *TTHWWAACCCKKK!!!!* "EEEKKKK!!! ...a s-slave girl...!" *TTHWWAACCCKKK!!!!* "OOOHHHHHH!!!" "She says she's not a slave-girl -- have you ever heard something so queer? You need to learn your place in the world, little girl, and I'm afraid it has to be done with a certain measure of pain in your case." *TTHWWAACCCKKK!!!!* "OOHHH!! L-L-Let me g-go...!!" *TTHWWAACCCKKK!!!!* "AAAAAIIIEEEEE!!!" "Far from it, young woman, I'm not going to stop until I've finally spanked some Indian color into that pasty, colorless rump -- maybe then you'll learn to drop your foreign rudeness and learn some civilized manners!" The spanking dragged om for a full ten minutes, and when the governess finally laid down the hairbrush, Artemis' poor rear end glowed brighter and more crimson than the largest Bengalese ruby. "And now, let's wash some off that filth off your body," the old woman said promptly, as she took Artemis by the hand and led her off into an elegant red-and-gold marble bathroom, and sat down on a wooden stool, with the goddess standing slack-limbed in front of her. With impressive speed and brusqueness, the old woman began to rub Artemis all over with a block of soap, lathering her up bit by bit -- first her stomach, then her perky, lazily swaying breasts, then her hips and thighs, and finally her crotch area. "Ohhhh... n-not there...!" Artemis moaned helplessly when the old woman's hand made contact with her most intimate regions. "Quiet!" the governess scolded her, and went on with even more vigor. Then, when Artemis didn't think that the humiliation could go further, the governess soaped up the thumb and index finger of her left hand and began to work the soap into all the nooks and crevices that she couldn't otherwise reach, her right hand all the while continuing to rub the rest of her body with the soap. Without warning, the governess eventually plopped two fingers into the Caucasian woman's smooth, hairless vagina, prodding deep to work the soap all the way in. "N-nnooo...!" the goddess protested feebly, wondering in panic if this meant that she was no longer the Virgin Goddess. "Oh yes, young woman! It does not do for a slave-girl not to have her ladyparts clean and smelling like a rose. That's the custom in this house, and that goes for your pink little hole too!" "B-But I'm not a child...!" "Well, you certainly insist on acting like one!" Here, the governess gave the white woman a sharp slap on the butt, signaling for her to turn around. She then proceeded to lather up Artemis' slender back, the back parts of her thick thighs, and finally her blushing bottom. Finally, the left hand swooped in to plunge two unwelcome fingers deep into the goddess' impossibly tight rectum, working the soap into every conceivable pit and corner. "My, what a tight little bottom. Someone needs to stick their finger up here more often, I say -- stretch it out a bit. A slave-girl who can't take two fingers up her back passage, who ever heard of such a thing?" "Unngghhhh..." Artemis groaned, feeling too utterly humiliated to even talk back at this point. "There! Soaped up and ready to go!" the governess said, giving the foamy white buns in front of her a sharp little slap. "Now into the bath with you!" "The b-bath?" "Not a very bright one, are you?" With those words, she gestured toward a circular pool filled with greenish water. When Artemis hesitated to get in, the governess gave her a good shove that send her tumbling ass-first into the water with a great splash. "Mmmpphhh!!" the goddess protested as she spat out some soapy water with a grimace. But her indignities did not end there. The governess returned with a long, wooden bath brush and sat down on the edge of the pool, holding the Caucasian woman up by her hair as she scrubbed her with the unbelievably coarse brush. Occasionally, the rough treatment caused Artemis to yelp, but this only resulted in her receiving a sharp spank with the brush as punishment. "Now, you may be a foreign girl with big breasts and little sense," the governess muttered as she scrubbed the brunette's perky mammaries from underneath, jiggling them up and down as she did so, "but that's no excuse for running around naked with dirt all over! We all have our station in life, and such things may be fine for little children," here she plunged the brush into Artemis' mouth and began to brush the inside of her cheeks (muffling any words of protest that might issue from her), "but not for a slave-girl like yourself! Slave-girls should be quiet, clean, obedient and ALWAYS accommodating," here she flipped Artemis around and began to run the brush up and down along the crack between her ass cheeks, intensifying the pain in her already immensely sore bottom to excruciating levels, "and that goes ESPECIALLY for barbarians from the West who cannot make up for it with refinement or good conversation. And if you fail to live up to that standard," here the governess brushed Artemis' wet, slick snatch, from which bubbles were already emanating from all the soap, "you're going to be in for a LOT of punishment in the future. There -- finished!" The goddess was now unceremoniously pulled out of her uncomfortable bath, briskly dried from head to toe with a mercifully soft towel, and then sent off into a room that seemed to serve as an enormous royal wardrobe. "Now let's see what we can find for you," the governess mumbled, picking out garments and holding them up against Artemis's body. "Too small, too small, too small... as I expected. Aha! Here we go." As the goddess stared in mute disbelief, the old woman tied a tiny blue-and-gold breechcloth around her ample waist, and stood back to inspect the results. Artemis blushed -- the garment covered virtually nothing, but the governess nodded in satisfaction. "Now, all we need is something for those ghastly big udders," she fixed this by covering them up with a flimsy little sash, "and we're done: now you look just like a proper slave-girl!" "B-But everyone can see my bottom! And my n-nipples!" Artemis whined. "And well they should! They belong to the princess now, and the princess wants to be able to see ALL of her belongings." "You don't understand! I'm not a slave-girl! It's all a big- EEEEKK!!" "No more mouthing off!" The old woman had grabbed her by the earlobe and was now leading her down the stairs back the way she came. Artemis felt the night air on her face, and then she was back in the garden, where the three princesses were whooping with delight. "There she is! And all dressed up already!" "And so clean! Did Nana... bathe her?" "What's your name, slave-girl?" Lakshmi, the eldest princess, asked her. Artemis shot the princess a look of haughty defiance. "What a rude one! I don't think I want her after all," Hiranya replied. "Me neither. You can have her, Lakshmi," said Padma. "All right then, I'm claiming her," the eldest sister replied triumphantly, and without further ado, she placed her hands around Artemis' waist, hoisted her up over her shoulder and began to swagger off in the direction of Nandini's bedroom, while her new possession dangled helplessly from her shoulder, white boobs slapping against brown back, trying to figure out how she had possibly ended up in such a predicament. *** In Nandini's bedroom, the two improbable lovers were sleeping in the positions that they had fallen -- Nandini on her back and Athena on her stomach with her butt pointing upwards. Suddenly, they were both awakened when the door slammed open and princess Lakshmi stood in the doorway, beaming, with a pair of Caucasian buns and legs dangling from her shoulder. "Nandy, guess what I've got?" the older princess cried triumphantly. "A new slave-girl?" "Better! Another one like yours, only she's got brown hair!" She turned around, showing off the other side of her prey. The woman, shapely and plump, shot Nandini a glance of withering defiance and contempt -- until she noticed the other person in the bed. "ATHENA!" "ARTEMIS!" Surprised, Lakshmi allowed her new possession to wriggled out of her grip so that the two Olympians could share a little moment. And they certainly did -- after embracing, they immediately locked lips and began to passionately make out. "What the hell?" Lakshmi asked, raising an eyebrow. "I guess that's how they greet each other back where they come from," Nandini suggested, shrugging. "Artemis, are you... a slave-girl too?" Athena said as she tore herself away from her kinswoman's warm lips. "How did that happen?" "I'm not sure... er... I came here for... a different reason," Artemis began, but trailed off when she realized that the Indians in the room could hear everything she was saying. "Lakshmi, what do you say to... inaugurating the new girl with a little bit of...?" Nandini made a discreet gesture that Lakshmi nonetheless understood perfectly. "Sounds good to me! Do we want to use the...?" Lakshmi replied with a different gesture. "Of course," Nandini purred with a smile. "All right, then. Come on, slave-girls, drop your clothes and wiggle your juicy pink asses over to that bed!" Athena did as she was told right away. Artemis hesitated, but a few swats on the bottom with Lakshmi's stern hand quickly changed her mind. When the slave-girls were in place, the princesses quickly undressed -- leaving their tops, harem pants and underwear in a pile on the floor -- and sat down on the bed in front of their obedient slave-girls. Finally, after nodding to each other, they spread their thighs, exposing their well-groomed royal vaginas to their gasping white servants, and gestured for them to get to work. "Ohhh, yes...!" "Mmmm, that's good!" "Oh, right there!" "Unnhh, you Greek girls do know how to lick!" As the two curvaceous slave-girls remained on all fours with their butts in the air and their heads buried in the Indian princesses' moist brown crotches, licking and sucking the velvety openings to the best of their abililty, Nandini pulled out two queer-looking objects and handed one of them to her sister. Each object was shaped like a large, curved, wooden phallus, at the end of which was a blunt, anatomically correct tip, and at the other end of which was a ruby carved into a lotus flower (a national symbol of India). "Ready?" "Yup." With no further ado, the princesses plunged the enormous butt-plugs into their slave-girls' unsuspecting asses, drawing muffled yelps ("MMFFHH!!!" "MMPPGGHH!!") as they stretched both anuses to their maximum capacity before violating their tender back passages. Nandini and Lakshmi pumped the phalluses in and out a couple of times, smoothing the entry, before finally sinking the butt-plugs all the way up to their ruby-covered tops, delighting in how the ravished snow-white asses wiggled and jiggled from the intrusion. "Nandini, I think they're ours now," Lakshmi sighed. And certainly, anyone watching the two brown princesses gasping in pleasure as the captive white goddesses obediently lapped their hot, pulsating openings, their stiff-nippled boobs smacking against their owners' slender knees, their backs submissively arched and their tamed white asses mooning the ceiling with the ruby lotuses of their securely-wedged butt plugs signifying who owned them, would be hard pressed to disagree. THE END