By the River Indus
by T. Prince, tk_prince@hotmail.se
In 325 BC, an Indian princess battles the Greek goddess Athena as the fate of India hangs in the balance.


This story was requested by King Kong.

A very long time ago, in the august days when the Nanda emperors governed the
Indian plateau, an encounter took place on the shore of the river Indus which
had seismic consequences for world history. This event, which ranks among the
earliest and most profound clashes between East and West, is not recorded in
any history book, nor in the arts and literature of the period. Strange as
that may seem, it is, however, easily explained by the fact that it remains an
encounter which passed largely unknown by one side, and which was deemed to
embarrassing by the other to be preserved for posterity. However, rumors of
the encounter survive to this day, and this is how one of them chooses to
retell the story.

Princess Nandini, the second-youngest and most beautiful of the daughters of
queen Maharani, first heard rumors of the foreign invaders when she was
praying in the royal temple. She had gone to the place of worship to pray for
her sick mother, and indeed, with her graceful head bent forward, her dark
eyes lucid with conviction and her slender hand clutching a bronze talisman
depicting the goddess Durga, she seemed at this point the very emblem of
selfless spiritual devotion. And yet, her radiant pink-and-yellow sari, her
black satin hair encased in a labyrinthine network of golden jewelry signaled
that here was also a woman who represented earthly power in equal measure. It
was just as Nandini had concluded her prayer that a red-faced messenger,
half-dead from running straight from the battlefield, came barging into the
temple, expecting to find the queen there.

"You are in panic. What has happened? Speak!" Nandini cried, her imagination
painting horrible visions of uprisings and civil war.

"A foreign army... more powerful... than any we've ever seen...
undefeatable... our days are numbered!" the messenger coughed and wheezed.

"Where did you encounter them?"

"In the great fields... not far from... the Western bank... of the Indus
River... the queen! I must... see the queen!"

"The queen is very ill, and I fear the shock of hearing about this would prove
too much for her. I cannot involve her in this."

"Then... your sisters...!"

"They are abroad at present. It is only myself, my handmaidens and the palace
guards who remain."

"Oh, woe! Then we are doomed!"

"No," Nandini replied curtly. "I will go in their place. I will see if I can
reason with this invader from the West."

"But... noble princess... it is much too dangerous-"

"It is what my mother would do, and it is what I will do," Nandini replied,
and -- still clutching the sacred talisman -- ran out of the temple to prepare
for departure.

***

The princess arrived at the battlefield just as the smoke of war was clearing,
and she dismounted her horse close to the riverbank. She had exchanged her
sari for more suitable riding wear: a small pink-and-gold top which left her
exquisitely-shaped stomach bare and a pair of loose-fitting pink harem pants
that framed her soft curves in a most enticing manner, preferring as always to
ride barefoot. On her back, she carried a circular, jewel-encrusted shield and
from her hip dangled a bow and a scimitar -- for protection.

In the dissolving fog, she spotted a fallen body, and then another, and
finally she saw that she was witnessing a whole regimen of slaughtered
countrymen lying dead or expiring in the reeking mud.

A single figure seemed to be stirring, and she approached it.

"Who did this?" Nandini asked, her voice wavery with emotion.

"An army of the West... there were thousands... maybe tens of thousands... we
fought as well as we could... but we were no match for them..."

"Can you remember any banners? Any words they were speaking?"

"I did, but I've forgotten them..."

The soldier leaned over and threw up noisily, looking almost too faint for
speech.

"I swear I will avenge you," Nandini said, barely able to contain her tears.
"I swear on the golden lotus, the very symbol of my royal lineage!"

"But I remember their leader... he was a young man... light-skinned, proud and
with golden hair... they called him... Sikandar."

This was the first time that the name of Alexander the Great had been uttered
on Indian soil, and Nandini made a careful mental note of it.

"I will ride at once and track them down," Nandini said. "Even if it means my
death."

"Wait," the soldier suddenly continued. "I remember something else... as the
battle neared its end... I saw a figure observing the battle from afar... on
that great hill over there..."

"A figure?"

"A female figure... taller than any woman I'd ever seen... I could not see
clearly because the sun was in her back... blinding me..."

"I see."

"And then... Sikandar the Proud reigned in his horse... and placed his hands
together... and bowed toward the figure..."

"He bowed? Are you sure."

"Yes, he humbled himself before her... and the soldiers chanted in unison... a
single word over and over... Athena."

"Athena?" Nandini tasted the syllables in her mouth, and did not like them.
"That explains it all. I heard rumors that this army was unconquerable, and
now I see why. They have the support of a goddess."

"A... g-goddess?"

"Evidently. Not one of ours, of course, but rather -- it appears -- some
unknown false goddess of the distant Western lands."

Nandini continued to probe the soldier for information about the army, but the
conversation could not continue for much longer as he was gravely injured.
After soothing his wounds with herbs and prayers, she deposited the lone
survivor in the shade of a tree and walked up to the hill where the Western
goddess had stood.

As she stood surveying the smoking battlefield, the princess's head was full
of thoughts. Taking on the invading Macedon army alone would be absolute
folly, especially given the fact that, due to Athena's protection, it was now
literally undefeatable. Negotiation was out of the question -- if there's
anyone absolutely impervious to diplomacy, it must surely be a conqueror who
knows himself to be unstoppable. No, she thought, only one option remained --
to strike at the source of it all.

To take on Athena herself.

It was an option so utterly reckless and so obviously deranged that she could
not even form a definite picture of how it was to happen, and yet she knew
that it was the only way to save her homeland from subjugation and
enslavement.

"Hear me, Athena!" she roared into the wind, raising her hands toward the sky.
"I do not know who you are, but I hereby declare you the sworn enemy of my
homeland! If you are truly a goddess worthy of the name, then come down and
let us settle this matter here and now!"

In that moment, it was as if the earth had stopped in its course. A terrifying
silence fell upon the world, and Nandini felt the ground tremble beneath her
feet. Suddenly, the dark clouds that had until now obscured the sun dissolved,
and the magnificent disk of the sun emerged anew -- larger than she had ever
seen it.

Nandini held up her hand to cover her eyes from the blinding sunlight, but she
managed to catch a glimpse of a small black object coming out of the heart of
the glowing light and growing steadily larger.

A massive gust of wind knocked the princess down on her backside, and when she
looked up, she discovered that her call had been answered.

An extraordinarily tall woman stood spread-legged in front of her, dressed in
a dress-like garment so white it appeared to glow independently, like a moon
in daylight. The garment extended down to her ankles and upwards to about
two-thirds of her bust, leaving a generous portion of her cleavage on proud
display (Nandini was immediately struck by how uncommonly voluptuous the
goddess was). Much like the soldier's description of the conquering king, her
skin was a ghostly white and her hair an eerie, foreign yellow, and perhaps
even stranger, her eyes were as blue as Chinese porcelain! As she looked down
at the surprised princess, the goddess wore an expression of amused disdain on
her face, which curled her thick red lip in a way that Nandini found most
irritating.

"I was summoned from my repose at Mount Olympus for *this*?" she boomed in an
unnaturally loud, haughty voice. "Tell me why I shouldn't brandish the Aegis
and turn you to stone!"

"You do not frighten me, impudent Western so-called "goddess"! What kind of
deity spurs her followers to war instead of encouraging them at all times to
preserve the harmony of creation? Only a demoness in disguise!"

Athena's face froze into an expression of disbelief, but it quickly dissolved
back in a serene smile. "You are a fool to address me in such an irreverent
tone. Do you not know that I am Pallas Athena, the goddess of war, intellect
and wisdom, protectress of the glorious city of Athens, and at present, the
triumphant empire of Macedon? Not only am I a goddess, but I am a goddess
among goddesses!"

"Not to me," Nandini snorted, and held up the talisman depicting the fearsome
goddess Durga, her many arms extended in a ring around her, each carrying a
sword. "This is the only goddess who can compel me to fight, but -- unlike you
-- she would only have me do it to protect my own!"

Athena inspected the talisman with a quizzical look on her face. Then, she
broke into her customary smile of infinite contempt.

"You mean to say that you prefer this image of degenerate Eastern falsity to
the real-life goddess standing in front of you? That you do not recognize the
supremacy of Athena, most beautiful among goddesses, whose beauty is the ideal
of sculptors from Samarkand in the East to the Pillars of Hercules in the
West?"

"I do, and not only that: I do not think that you deserve to be called a
proper goddess at all," Nandini said, feeling almost giddy with excitement at
her own intrepid words. "Perhaps you can impress your followers in the West,
but to an Easterner, you seem more like a big pale-skinned harlot in
dress-up!"

Athena's face froze again, and this time it did not change into a smile. "I
see. Then I don't think I shall brandish the Aegis at all. I think I shall
instead take my time... and kill you slowly."

"Do your worst, you conceited divine bimbo!"

Before Nandini had finished those words, Athena had already shouldered her
spear and thrown it in one long, graceful move. The weapon soared through the
air, reflecting the sunlight like a thousand-facetted prism and descended upon
the Indian princess, who stood ready with her scimitar. When the spear came
within reach, Nandini leapt up with a loud cry and attempted to slice it in
half with her sword, but to her surprise, the spear repelled her blow and sent
her flying backwards -- landing just out of reach of the mighty weapon as it
impaled the ground with a deafening CRACK!

"How endlessly amusing that you thought your pitiful Eastern steel could make
as much as a dent in a weapon of Olympian make," Athena laughed as she strode
forward, swinging her hips like a panther as she walked.

Her heart pounding like a battle drum, Nandini dashed over to where she had
deposited her bow, swept it up from the ground, placed two arrows on the
bowstring and let them fly. They were, however, no match for the Greek
goddess, who split the puny projectiles into shards with a single stroke of
her mighty spear.

Seeing no other course of action available to her, the princess drew her
scimitar and took up a defensive stance.

"You prefer a more intimate form of combat? My pleasure," Athena laughed as
she delivered another spear-stroke of such terrible force that, although
Nandini parried it, it sent her staggering back several steps, her scimitar
trembling from the blow like some living thing yearning to escape.

Deciding to switch up her tactics, Nandini decided to go on the offensive,
delivering a few timid swipes with her sword, which the goddess deflected with
Olympian ease. The Indian princess quickly realized her mistake, but it was
too late -- within an instant, the goddess had grabbed her by her top, lifted
her off her feet and thrown her into the sun with about as much effort as a
champion would throw a disc at the Panhellenic Games.

Screaming at the top of her lungs, the princess sailed through the air before
crashing chest-first into the rocky soil, nearly thirty feet from where she
had been thrown. Indescribable pain spread through her limbs like wildfire,
and it took some time before she could even regulate her breathing back to
normal.

This had been a hopeless mistake. She had been doomed from the start.

And now she was going to die.

She heard the slow, confident steps of the goddess and felt ready to embrace
her fate, when a voice suddenly seemed to whisper in her ear:

"Nandini, don't be afraid. Do as I have taught you and see through the
illusion."

Taken aback, Nandini looked down at the talisman of Durga half-buried in the
soil, and realized that the ancient goddess had imparted a message to her.

As Athena approached at a sadistically slow pace, Nandini turned over the
words in her head -- don't be afraid, don't be afraid -- but they seemed
feeble help in the current situation. Of course she was afraid: she was a mere
human who was fighting a real-life goddess! What was she supposed to feel in a
situation like this? Stoical indifference?

"See through the illusion," the voice whispered again, and then Nandini
finally understood.

She looked up at the triumphant Greek goddess with her big, heaving breasts,
her parted legs and her arrogant smile, and realized that she was not
frightened at all -- in fact, having successfully penetrated beyond the
surface, she now found her to be full of glaring weaknesses. This was the
ideal that was supposed to subjugate her people? A white-skinned woman with
big, flabby curves showing off her body like a tart and demanding constant
worship from "lesser peoples" everywhere? No, Nandini could not take her
seriously anymore. Compared to the serene wisdom of the Indian gods, this
mean-spirited blonde bimbo seemed like a cocky, vulgar little schoolgirl who
needed to be taught a stern lesson... and a painful one at that.

*CLAAAAAAAANKKK!!!*

Nandini's sword caught the goddess's spear head-on, and deflected the blow so
that it instead pierced the ground next to her shoulder. A look of utter
disbelief flashed across Athena's face, before she regained her composure, but
in the meantime, Nandini delivered a mighty blow with her scimitar that
managed to knock the goddess back several feet.

Once the Indian princess had crawled back up on her feet and Athena managed to
stomach what had happened, the more lasting effect of Nandini's blow made
itself apparent. A tiny tear appeared in Athena's chiton, just above the
middle of her hip, and then began to grow in length, accompanied by a piercing
ripping noise. The goddess looked absolutely stunned as the bottom portion of
her garment was finally torn clean off, reducing her chiton to a miniskirt
that extended to only just below her groin.

Nandini smiled. In her enraged discomposure, Athena was increasingly starting
to resemble the schoolgirl she had imagined to herself, and an upsurge of
euphoric confidence took control of Nandini's body. This goddess needed to be
humbled, and she was going to be humbled. But how far could she take it? How
completely could she dethrone this petty little goddess who had unwisely
ventured into the wrong part of the world and needed to pay the price?

Athena laughed coldly, but this time, her self-assurance felt forced and
hollow. Nandini had given her a literal dressing-down, and the implications of
this was beginning to make themselves felt even to the Olympian.

"So you have resisted my spear," she said, snorting grimly. "Let's see how you
hold up against my bow!"

With the speed of a pouncing tiger, she drew her bow and began to fire off
arrows at a rate so fast that it was almost beyond the capacity of the human
eye to follow her movements.

See through the illusion, Nandini intoned again, and allowed her sword-hand to
think in place of her brain. Her instinct kicked in, and before she could even
understand what she was doing, her scimitar twirled through the air like a
tornado, deflecting, cleaving and pulverizing arrows left and right until a
small pile of wooden shards and arrowheads had formed at her feet.

Shocked by her opponent's skill, Athena hesitated before firing off her last
arrow. After it had flown its doomed course, using an almost imperceptibly
slanted blow, Nandini not only deflected the arrow, but reversed it so that it
soon came sailing through the air toward the goddess herself.

If she had not been so stunned by the outcome of her attack, Athena would
probably not have had much trouble deflecting the projectile, but since she
was too taken-aback to react, the arrow soon snagged the shoulder of her
chiton and pulled it clean off her body, continuing its course until --
THWACK! -- it pierced the trunk of a nearby lone tree, pinning the flimsy
garment securely against the bark.

Nandini whistled as she inspected her work. She had just literally stripped a
goddess down to her underwear, and it was every bit as satisfying as she would
have expected. The proud Western giant looked far less threatening now that
she was left with only a small bra-like garment to hold back her bursting
breasts, and only a pair of very tight white panties (as blindingly white as
her chiton) to cover up her vulnerable privates. In fact, she looked comically
out of her element in the setting -- against the harsh backdrop of the Indian
plains, the scorching sunlight and the red, furrowed earth, her milky white
skin and curvy build suddenly seemed fragile and defenseless, like a housecat
who had accidentally strayed into a savage wilderness. Nandini smiled: her
initial diagnosis had been true: this was a spoiled Western goddess who was
accustomed to the tame luxuries of little Greece, and who had unwisely
ventured into an environment which would soon prove too much for her. Against
the vastness of the Indian jungle, this so-called goddess shrunk to a helpless
little girl, and now, Nandini thought, the Indian jungle was about to gobble
her up alive.

"I don't understand," Athena mused to herself, a touch too loudly for it to go
unnoticed by her opponent. "She is but a mortal. How can she be holding her
own against me?"

"If I could hazard a guess, I would say that your powers only exist in
proportion to how many of the native people worship you in any given land,"
Nandini chirped, cocking her head. "And here in India, that means zero."

Athena blinked. "Well, no matter. At any rate, you've only stripped me of my
clothing, and as it turns out, I actually PREFER to fight with my body on full
display," Athena snorted derisively.

"I can see that," Nandini replied. "Maybe you Westerners should take a page
from the East and learn how to dress with a modicum of modesty?"

"Modesty? I am a GODDESS! My body has inspired sculptures that single-handedly
put all of the products of the East to shame!"

"Hmph, maybe it cuts it in the West, but in India? Nuh-uh. With those big
boobs and those wide hips, people would probably just assume you're some form
of livestock and herd you into the stables with the cows. You won't find any
sculptures that flatter you here."

"Livestock!? HOW DARE YOU!?"

"Also, what's with that milky white skin? You wouldn't last a day in full
sunlight here without turning red all over. Also, you do know that mosquitoes
are naturally drawn to pale skin, don't you?"

As if to illustrate her point, Athena suddenly felt a sting in one of her more
personal areas, and looked gingerly over her shoulder to inspect her
vulnerable rear. As it turned out, a whole legion of mosquitoes had already
landed on the goddess's heart-shaped, plushy rump and were currently feasting
on it like some smorgasbord of plump Mediterranean ass.

"Ooohh, my bottom!!" Athena whimpered girlishly as she slapped and shooed off
the insects.

"Oh, you think that's bad? Wait 'til you see what else dwells in this jungle
that can't wait to take a bite out of your helpless pink ass. Tigers, snakes,
elephants-"

Here, Nandini made a surprise attack which Athena cautiously blocked with her
spear, only for the latter to swipe the weapon straight out of her surprised
hands, twirl it around her body and deliver a playful prick into the dark
crevice of the Western goddess's exposed ass, bringing her up on her toes with
a shrill cry.

"-and perhaps even a rhinoceros or two."

This little humiliation proved too much for Athena, and she momentarily lost
her composure. Turning around with a scream of rage, she grabbed on to the
spear in Nandini's hands and began a violent tug-of-war which threatened to
pull even that mighty Olympian weapon asunder.

"Where did you say you came from... Olympus?" Nandini asked, sweat pouring
down her forehead from exertion.

"MOUNT Olympus," Athena replied between gritted teeth. "It is the exalted
place where all the great gods and goddesses have dwelled since the Titans
were overthrown. You are an ignorant fool never to have heard of it."

"I'm afraid I must be. Now tell me -- are all Greek gods and goddesses as
useless in battle as you are?"

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME!?"

"Imagine -- a whole mountain filled with dumb, big-titted blondes lording it
over the affairs of men. Say, what if I were to go over there and... effect a
little regime change? What if I were to call Durga, Ganesha and Kali and we
were to boot all your helpless Olympian asses off the top and instate a REAL
pantheon?"

As Nandini had planned, those words caused Athena to stop tugging at the spear
and charge forward in an attempt to knock her opponent to the ground. The
princess, however, was ready for this change in maneuver and crouched into a
ball, causing the goddess to trip over her shoulder and fall clumsily on all
fours.

Seeing the Olympian spread out in such a humiliating position with her legs
slightly parted and her round, half-naked tush arched up into the perfect
target, Nandini was again seized with rage at the imperialist pretensions of
this clueless, self-absorbed and irresponsible foreign goddess and, in a rare
moment of abandon, went wild on her.

Using Athena's own spear, the princess began to whip the naughty goddess's
upturned ass, managing to land more than a dozen spanks before the blonde had
a chance to get back up on her feet. As she lashed the humiliated Olympian's
curvy buttocks left and right, left and right -- each time sending them
jiggling in opposite directions before they collided back into each other,
scattering beads of sweat into the air -- she also treated the goddess to a
verbal spanking that was, if anything, even more satisfying:

"Maybe this will teach you-" *SMACK!!!* "OOOHHH!!" "-to stay out of countries
where you- *SMACK!!!* "AAAHHH!!" "-don't belong, you conceited, air-headed-"
*SMACK!!!* "OOOWWW!!" "-ignorant, war-mongering, irresponsible-" *SMACK!!!*
"EEEKKK!!" "selfish, presumptuous, xenophobic-" *SMACK!!!* "OOOAAHH!!"
"-immodestly-dressed, tart-faced, easily-outwitted-" *SMACK!!!* "UUUHHHHH!!"
"-fat-breasted, jiggle-bottomed, useless BIMBO!" *SMACK!!!* "OOOUUUCHHHH!!"
"You may be hot stuff back in Greece, but here in India-" *SMACK!!!*
"AAAAOOOHHH!!" "-we have our own goddesses, and they're so powerful-"
*SMACK!!!* "OOOOHH- S-STOP-" "-that they could spank your prissy white butt--"
*SMACK!!!* "AAIIIEEEEEE" "-off with flick of a fingertip! You're lucky-
*SMACK!!!* "OOOWWWWWWWWW!!!" "-our culture is not as aggressive as yours, or
we'd-" *SMACK!!!* "AAAAAAAIIIEEEEEEEE!!" "-probably be sitting on your Olympus
right now-" *SMACK!!!* "OOWW OWW OWW OWW!!" "-spanking all your bawling,
big-titted goddess sisters as hard- *SMACK!!!* "NOOOOOOOOO!!" "-as I'm
spanking you now!" -- *SMACK!!!* "OOOOOOHHHHH!!!!"

By the time Athena had gotten back up on her trembling feet, she was on the
verge of sobbing like a little girl, her Olympian-sized booty had been spanked
high red, and the excessive jiggling of her buttocks had sent her panties
slipping halfway down her ass so that half of the deep, dark crevice between
her cheeks was on full display.

"Oh no, I'm not NEARLY done with you, little miss goddess," Nandini exclaimed
and grabbed hold of the blonde's panties, stopping her dead in her tracks.
"When I'm done with you, I'm going to give you a PROPER spanking in front of
Iskandar and all his soldiers, so they can all witness your final humbling."

"Y-you wouldn't dare!!" the buxom goddess whined, like a little girl, but
Nandini paid her no heed. Instead, she neatly slid the tip of Athena's spear
under the waistband of her shiny white panties and gave it a sharp upwards tug
-- *RRIIITTSCCHHH!!!* "AOOUUHHH!!" -- hoisting the curvaceous foreigner into
the air by her underwear, and sending the skimpy little garment so far up her
rump that it was completely swallowed up by her round, lazily jiggling ass
cheeks.

"So how does it feel to be brought crashing down to earth by a mere mortal --
and a brown-skinned Easterner at that?" Nandini chuckled, pulling the spear
upwards until it was pointing straight at the sun's zenith, leaving the blonde
suspended from the top like a flag on a flagpole, still oooh-ing from the fire
in her nether regions. She then began to slowly rotate the spear, causing the
goddess's panties to rotate on the speartip and swing her body around in a
steady orbit, each increase in speed stretching the underwear and intensifying
the wedgie. "Ain't that just a kick in the ovaries?"

"EYYYAAAAYYAAA!!! M-MY BOTTOM!!! YOU WILL S-SPLIT MY BOTTOM IN T-TWO!!" Athena
yowled.

"Then you should thank me, because right now it's twice as big as it needs to
be," the Indian princess replied as she picked up the pace.

"I... I CAN'T FEEL MY P-PRIVATE PARTS!!"

"Oh, stop whining, you big baby. You deserve this and MUCH more!" Nandini
replied as she continued to rotate the spear faster and in a wider circle,
swinging the blonde goddess around so fast that she nearly fell out of her
underwear, tipping forward with her naked ass mooning the air, her tits
jiggling madly in the wind and her yellow hair lashing the air like a whip.

"OOOWWWOOWWWOOWWWOOOWWWOOWWWOWW!!!" the Olympian yodeled in a near-falsetto,
feeling the burn from the constant explosion in her half-exposed, cameltoe'd,
bulging snatch.

Finally, Nandini brought the wedgie-swing to a stop, grabbed hold of the spear
with both hands, brought it to her shoulder, took aim at a distant tree and --
with a mighty effort -- threw it. The gleaming projectile soared through the
air, seemingly unimpeded by the curvy, sore-bottomed goddess hanging from it,
until it penetrated the trunk of the target tree with a mighty *CRACK!*,
sending the Westerner crashing into the thick trunk -- proud boobs flattened
into pancakes against the bark -- shutting her up.

"Well, I have to admit one thing," Nandini mused to herself as she walked over
to where she had left her bow. "They do make some pretty durable panties over
there at Mount Olympus!"

She placed an arrow on her bowstring, aimed it slightly above the tousled
blond head of her adversary and let it fly.

"But alas, not durable enough to withstand an encounter with Indian steel."

The arrow severed the string of Athena's panties and sent her plummeting
twelve feet before falling flat on her mighty Greek boobs, flattening them for
the second time and bringing her glowing red derriere bouncing up in response.

"Careful where you point that big old tushy, or you might get a sunburn where
you don't want one!" Nandini laughed. Suddenly, she spotted an object lying
further away in the grass, and got a brilliant idea.

When the goddess came to, her fighting spirit -- much like her panties -- had
been cut short. She got up groggily on all fours, wiping the dirty blond hair
out of her face with one hand and gingerly rubbing her well-spanked bottom
with the other. This little adventure had ended in complete disaster, and was
sure to make her laughing stock of Olympus. But then again, would rumor from
such a distant region really reach her peers on the other side of the world?
Maybe it was still possible to keep her humiliation a secret? If so, maybe
this was the time to slink off with her tail between her legs while the only
price she had to pay for her defeat was a reddened bottom and a lesson learned
never to interfere with mortals east of the Greek-speaking world?

However, then she spotted Nandini, sitting peacefully on the ground with her
back turned, lost in some absorbing activity. Athena smiled. Of course -- she
had found one of the goddess's possessions and was lost in contemplation of
it, the fool. This was her moment, after all. The moment to win back her lost
prestige and enact a terrible revenge at that!

Athena got up into a sprinter's position, took a couple of deep breaths and
then set off in the direction of her oblivious foe. As she came closer, she
spotted a strange object resting against the Indian's back, and as she
narrowed her eyes, she realized her mistake.

There was the head of Medusa, grinning at her from her very own Aegis shield,
and its gaze instantly transformed the goddess -- mid-sprint -- into a perfect
white marble sculpture, her face frozen in the exact moment of realization of
her blunder.

"Yep, only a true bimbo could be so dumb as to fall for that," the princess
laughed.

Medusa's petrifying gaze would have turned any mortal into stone for all
coming time, but since Athena was a goddess, the enchantment turned out to
last no longer than two minutes. That, however, turned out to be just the
amount of time that Nandini needed to do what she had planned to do.

Having quickly dashed back to her horse for some rope, the princess then
wrapped it around each of Athena's wrists and ankles in a complicated,
ingenious knot before threading it between her legs and tying it around the
trunk of a nearby tree. She then stood by to await the inevitable.

When the enchantment wore off, the goddess continued to sprint forward, only
to pull the rope tight and create a master knot which trapped all her four
limbs together into one tight bundle, instantly sending her toppling over on
her face with her hands and legs flat against the ground and her backside
jutting up humiliatingly behind her. She could hear Nandini coming up behind
her, whistling cheerfully.

Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom and cunning, had been outfoxed by a mere
mortal... and to make matters worse, a mortal from some strange land that she,
in her ignorance, had never even heard of.

"This is how we rope water buffaloes in my kingdom," Nandini chuckled. "So I
figured it would work on you too, given the resemblance."

"I have been defeated," the mighty goddess whimpered faintly. "I refuse to
believe it."

"Yup. Your blonde hair and big jugs were of no use in this battle -- surprise!
And now it is time for me to claim my prize."

"I think not," Athena hissed. "You may have defeated my body, but my pride
remains stubborn!"

Smiling, the princess placed a hand on the blonde's upturned left buttock,
cupping it firmly. This drew a low grumble from the Olympian, whose face
blushed from the indignity.

"We'll work on that pride later," the princess said cheerfully. "First, it's
time for me to save my country from ruin."

With those words, she placed her hand on the small of the goddess's back and
tipped her over. This caused the surprised blonde to fall flat on her wide
rump with a satisfying thud, with her wrists and ankles tied up into a boquet
in front of her and her tousled, dirt-streaked blond head peeking up where her
butt had just been.

After tying the other end of the rope to the saddle of her horse, Nandini then
began the ride over to Alexander's camp, dragging the blushing bad girl's
heinie through the dirt every foot of the way and smirking at the exotic Greek
curses she produced inbetween yelps of pain.

***

It was nearly evening by the time Alexander's army was roused from their
repast by a loud, foreign- sounding cry that drew their attention to a lone
female figure standing on top of a nearby hill.

"Hear me, Iskandar!" the stranger cried. "Your campaign ends here! I have
defeated the goddess whose favor you have so far enjoyed in unlimited supply,
and I have done so in honest combat! As I have vanquished her, so will my
country vanquish you if you venture further!"

The conqueror himself came out of his tent and stared at the figure for some
time before walking into the midst of his army to address the stranger.

"Easterner!" Alexander cried, cupping his hands around his mouth. "I am
impressed that you have divined that I am a favorite of Athena, but as for the
rest of what you're saying, you are a fool and a madwoman! You should lay off
the mushrooms that grow in your tropics, for they have surely impaired your
mind!"

"Is that so, Macedonian?" the princess responded, and held up the naked body
of Athena so that none could fail to see her. It was an electrifying, and for
the Macedonians surely a terrifying, sight: the sun irradiated the goddess's
flowing blonde hair and golden skin so that they stood out in stark contrast
against her conqueror's darker features, and everyone could see how her wrists
and ankles had been tied up.

Immediately, a murmur passed through the troops, and Alexander could see how
morale was plummeting. Was the stranger telling the truth? Could it be that an
Eastern mortal had defeated and stripped naked an inviolable Greek goddess?

"Yes, it is none other than your goddess Athena, and watch closely what I am
about to do to her, for it is a fitting symbol of what will happen to you and
your army if you venture one foot into my kingdom!"

With those words, Nandini sat down on a rock and placed the pacified,
impotently wiggling Olympian over her knee so that her golden, sunlit ass was
arched just the way she wanted it. She then raised her hand, took careful aim
and landed a stinging smack to the blonde's round, virginial derriere, leaving
a hot red handprint across her buttocks and sending a shock of jiggles through
her marble- colored bum flesh.

*SMACK!!!* "Oooohhhh!!!" Athena moaned weakly, like a helpless kitten.

A chorus of gasps and angry cries erupted within Alexander's ranks, and there
were some who even drew their bows to shoot down the sacrilegious Indian, but
the conqueror gestured for them to put away their arms.

Smiling, Nandini spanked the goddess again, deepening the imprint of her hand
and drawing an even more childish yelp in response.

*SMACK!!!* "Aooouuhhhh....!!!" *SMACK!!!* "Aiiieeeee....!!!" *SMACK!!!*
"Oooouucchhh....!!!"

As the spanking wore on, so did the fighting spirit among the Macedonians. One
by one, they dropped their arms and began to walk off in the direction of
their horses, until there was only a small band of devoted warriors huddled
around their commander.

*SMACK!!!* "Ooooowww...!!" *SMACK!!!* "Unnngghhh....!!" *SMACK!!!*
"Eeeeekkk...!!!" *SMACK!!!*

As each consecutive spank caused the goddess's plump, privileged buttocks to
change color from snow white to hot pink to angry infernal red, Nandini felt
the chastised Olympian's pride slowly dissipate and leave her as tame and
mellow as a new-born kitten. The princess smiled. This arrogant little goddess
would never cause anyone any more trouble -- this she was going to make
absolutely sure of.

Eventually, there was just Alexander left, looking suddenly very small in his
puny Greek armor and helmet. As he remained, mesmerized by the spanking of his
patron goddess, some Indian deity must have decided it was time to cut to the
chase, because all of a sudden, an elephant came charging out of the jungle,
its colossal tusks gleaming in the sun. A different Indian deity clearly
concurred, because at the same time, a bolt of lightning snaked its way out of
the sky and struck the Macedonian in the seat of his armor, blasting it to
pieces and leaving him completely nude from head to toe.

"By Aphrodite's pointy nipples, this can't be happening!" Alexander cried, as
the princess was treated to a full view of every last inch of his surprisingly
slight body, even down to his boyish little genitals, poking shyly out of a
little forest of blond pubic hair.

"A little boy, just like I thought!" Nandini chuckled as she watched the
humiliated conqueror run screaming back toward the West, followed by the
raging elephant whose tusks occasionally came close enough to poke him
painfully in the white circle of his quickly receding rear end.

The princess carried on spanking Athena for a while longer, and eventually
stopped when her hand had gone almost completely numb. She then placed the
hand possessively on the tamed goddess's glowing red rump and gave it a little
pat.

"Now, where were we? Oh yes, I was about to claim you as my prize, and you
objected. So let us run through the facts once more. Who defeated who?"

"You defeated me," Athena replied submissively, but was shamed for the
inadequacy of her response with a sharp spank. *SMACK!* "Ooohhh...!"

"From now on, you call me 'mistress Nandini', understood?"

"Y-yes, mistress Nandini."

"That's better. Now, since I defeated you fair and square, do I have the right
to claim you as my prize?"

"Yes..." *SMACK!* "Oooww... y-yes, mistress Nandini."

"So who owns your body from now on?"

"You do, mistress Nandini." *SMACK!!!* "Ooohh...!!"

"Say the whole thing."

"Y-you own my body, mistress Nandini."

"And what does that make you?"

"Your slave girl, mistress Nandini."

"That's right!" Nandini rewarded the blonde with a patronizing little pat on
her bottom. "But don't be scared. I'm a gentle mistress, and I treat all my
possessions with the utmost care, including enslaved naughty goddesses. But
first, there's only little thing I need to do..."

She took out a little vial filled with black liquid and poured some of it onto
her golden signet ring, allowing it to permeate every line of the symbol which
belonged to her house. She then pressed the ring onto the tamed goddess's
upturned right buttock, leaving a black imprint of a blossoming lotus in its
exact center.

"Now you are mine," Nandini said, blowing on the magical ink to make it stick.
"That didn't hurt a bit, did it?"

"No, mistress Nandini."

"Good. I like you much better this way," the princess said, smiling at her
handiwork. "Now, come on -- it's getting late and I have prayers to attend
to!"

***

"So, little sister, I heard rumors of a little skirmish near the river Indus,"
Nandini's older sister Lakshmi asked, sounding concerned, as the princesses
lay lounging in the royal garden, enjoying their early evening tea. "How
awful! Do tell us what happened."

"Some foreigners attacked and we lost some good men," Nandini replied,
stroking her sister's arm with sisterly affection. "But in the end, we sent
them packing back the way they came."

"You sound awfully nonchalant about it. Aren't you afraid they'll attack
again?" Her other sister, Hiranya, butted in.

"No. In fact, I'll stake my whole portion of the kingdom on the fact that
they'll never come back."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I have my reasons," Nandini smiled secretively. "At any rate, I took a little
souvenir from this meeting between cultures, and I'd like you both to see it.
Do tell me what you think of her."

"Her?" Lakshmi replied, arching an eyebrow.

Nandini didn't respond, but simply clapped her hands, signaling for Athena to
come out into the garden. Staring defiantly into the air in front of her, her
lips puckered into a childish pout, it was safe to say that the goddess had
fallen a long way from her formerly exalted status as an Olympian. As
befitting of a slave girl, she had been made to ditch the chiton for a tiny
red-and-yellow breechcloth adorned with Hinduist motifs which only just
covered her pubic triangle and the crack of her bottom, and left everything
else on display. An equally tiny veil covered her breasts, but it was so
transparent that one could easily make out her spiky pink nipples underneath.
Her blond hair had been arranged in a tight Indian braid which ended in a ball
just above her buttocks.

"Oh, Nandini, what a great acquisition!" her sister Lakshmi cooed. "I can't
wait to play with her. But are you sure she's real? She looks so... queer and
foreign."

"I've never seen someone so white. She looks like a piece of naan bread dipped
in yak's milk!"

"She's real, all right," Nandini replied. "And she's ours! Athena, come over
for a second."

The blond slave girl walked over to the company, all the while wiggling her
hips in that come-hither Greek fashion, a fact which was not lost on the
sisters.

"But look at how she swings her hips," Hiranya said skeptically. "She can't be
very well brought up. Are you sure she's not from a brothel?"

"I'm sure she won't be flattered to hear that," Nandini grinned, and gestured
for Athena to turn around. The blonde did so, turning her near-naked backside
toward the company, at which point Nandini gave her a gentle push on the base
of her spine, bending her over so that her butt was better arched for
everyone's viewing pleasure.

"It's so plump," Lakshmi chuckled, squeezing each of the buttocks with great
curiosity. "And look how it jiggles! Are you sure you're not feeding her too
much?"

"Oh, the children are going to love her," Hiranya filled in. "If they bring
their slingshots, they're not going to leave her alone for one moment. It'll
be 'auntie, auntie, can I play with the girl with the big butt some more?'
from morning to evening!"

"Poor thing!" Lakshmi chuckled, grabbing Athena by the cheek like a child.
"But then again, they're only children once, so we must let them have their
fun."

"Yes, and it's good target practice! Maybe we should paint a target on her
when summer comes around? It'll be educational!"

"Good idea, Lakshmi. But you KNOW who is going to score the first bullseye.
Have you seen how little Bilwa can shoot with that thing? She's a prodigy!"

"Oh no, it'll be my Chandra!"

"Sisters, I think I'd better remove her before this descends into
hair-pulling," Nandini chuckled. "That'll be all, Athena!" She dismissed the
slave girl with a careless smack on the tush, and the blonde retired back into
the palace, rubbing her behind and fuming.

As she sashayed down the corridor, the disgraced goddess looked out through a
window and spotted the tip of a massive ceremonial spear carried by a palace
guard posted just outside -- only a few feet from the windowsill. She darted a
glance at the princesses, laughing idly in the garden. All that would be
needed was to grab the spear, sneak up on them from behind, and the tables
would be turned. And how they would be turned -- marvellous images of
merciless vengeance danced before her eyes as she went up on her toes, bent
over at the waist and reached out for the tantalizing spear.

Inches away now... She leaned further. She could feel the wind catching hold
of her breechcloth and rippling through her humiliatingly revealing top, like
the winds of change finally blowing in her favor.

Only a hair's breadth closer...

Suddenly, the wooden screen of the window came crashing down on her waist,
nailing her down against the windowsill. Somehow, the guard hadn't noticed,
and she knew that the only way to prevent him from doing so was to somehow
keep really quiet throughout whatever was to come. She heard a high-pitched
giggle and immediately deduced the identity of the one who had trapped her:
little Jaimini, a vivacious, playful little ten-year-old and the youngest of
the four princesses.

"You've been very naughty, slave girl," the little girl said, smiling broadly
at her conquest. "I saw what you were about to do."

"Oh, by the golden thong of Demeter, why did it have to be the little one?"
Athena whispered between clenched teeth.

"This'll be our little secret," Jaimini laughed as she stepped down from the
windowsill and inspected her catch. Because of the screen, only half of the
Greek goddess's body was visible, leaving only her dangling naked legs and
mutely wiggling, perennially misbehaving white derriere to give away her
identity. Then the little princess slowly flicked up the flimsy breechcloth,
breaching her last defenses and exposing her round, bulging slit and tiny
needle-prick of a rump-hole to the precocious child's gaze.

"Let's hope Big Sis brings home another one of your kind next year!" Jaimini
finally cooed before proceding to paddle the naughty Western goddess's
disembodied buns until they were as slick, red and shiny as a pair of overripe
Arcadian plums.

Meanwhile, outside the window, the two palace guards looked at each other and
exchanged a wink.

THE END