Chapter 1

The walls shook. Cracks appeared everywhere. The peace of the Valley of Power was little disturbed, however, as the tremors grew in frequency and intensity, enough to evacuate whole cities elsewhere on the planet. Everywhere one turned their ears to, one could only hear... boom! Boom! Boom! Yet the birds kept on chirping, the rivers kept on flowing, and the flowers kept on blooming in that otherwise paradisical corner of the earth.

Not to understate the power and the temerity of that destruction. Oh, far from it. In the sacred halls of the Warmaidens Academy, all that was unfolding would match the acts of war of entire nations. The thing was that, inside those very walls, what would be a calamity to any human, to the Academy’s holy students was an honor. Duty. And just plain simple fun.

A body flew quickly through the arena, crashing brutally against the solid, golden walls. BOOM!! Cracks sprawled and debris fell. A cloud of smoke exploded from the point of impact as if a bomb had gone off, and then the object of that destruction disappeared amidst the falling rocks and collapsing structure. Seconds later, more cracks were heard, and many eyes turned to one massive, marble-like column trembling, then veering, then falling towards the center of the arena, causing more smoke to rise and obscure the battlefield.

Elsewhere in the arena, quietness had calmly settled, and the many bodies, oh, the many beautiful bodies that inhabited it stood quietly, often only pacing about, looking either at the destruction that had been wrought or at the demon that had wrought it.

At the very center of that stage stood a goddess, and the goddess smiled in victory. “All good, Helena?” The many bodies present found it hard to control themselves—their own organisms—when standing next to that paragon of humanity. Even just looking at her was enough to cause the most unwise of thoughts. The loins churned, the groins burned, and one felt the need to either flee or ... prostrate themselves before her and worship her for all eternity. And many, many other nastier acts than these.

From the rubble, after the dust had settled, more sounds came. A rock falling. And then a couple more, smaller rocks following. And then something moving beneath the tonnes of rock, displacing them with their strength, and then something breaking through the layers of debris: an arm, as the many spectators saw it, and then its hands, shaking a lot, slowly and effortfully making an okay sign, lifting its thumb only high enough for all to see.

The goddess laughed, her perfect form shaking powerfully with every laugh. “That isn’t good enough. Come on, girl! Get yourself up again and show us that I have not, in fact, killed you.”

There was a pause in the rubble, located so, so many feet away from the goddess, enough to make some wonder whether the figure in there was really okay, or whether it was truly hurt. Pain and suffering in the Academy were commonplace, but permanent injury, let alone death was certainly not. Medical professionals stood in their places, ready to spring into action if needed, but everyone in the Academy accepted that, if they were ever really to be needed, then a grave crime had been committed in those halls, the gravest of crimes indeed. A taboo, so to speak, and one to cost the lives of those who committed it: the crime of losing control. The crime of hurting a sister.

“Wuuurff!” From the rubble, then, much to everyone’s relief, came a roar of sorts, a grunt of war, and then, little by little at first, and then suddenly after a couple of seconds... boom!! A body emerged from the rubble, beaten but glorious, taking defeat like a champion. “All good ... Master!” The body made a bow and the goddess, far, far away, bowed gently in response.

“Nice to see you’re all good.” And then she turned to the other contenders, who were circling her like a pack of predators, when in reality everyone there knew instantly, immediately, as soon as the first blow had been thrown, that they were all prey. All prey to a single, almighty predator. “Now, ladies, who’s next?”

The goddess stood there, calmly, not even deigning to crack her knuckles or display any sign of physical exertion, while Helena, on the other side of the arena, crashed down on the rubble and onto the floor, lifting herself up with much greater difficulty than before, coughing liters of blood on the clear, golden floor.

“F-fuck ... f-fuck’s sake.” She grumbled to herself almost like the whole ordeal had been some petty nuisance, and then restrained her tongue when she heard her own cussing—a highly frowned-upon on those halls where every lady was expected to be above such callous behavior. “S-she’s...” More blood poured out of her mouth, and two more ladies came near to assist her.

“Hey, sis. All good?”

“Are you okay, big sister?”

Helena stood there, limbs shivering, body battered well beyond the point any other human being would be in one piece, let alone aline, and took her time before (meekly) lifting her head and nodding. “Uh-uh.” More blood came up through her throat, like vomit, and she had to exert extra effort and restrain as to not fall indignantly before her two little sisters—who always looked so adoringly, so worshipfully to her all the time, at least when the other goddesses were not present. “Curses...!” She whispered on the side of her lips, and then... Blaargh!! A huge wad of blood vomit was expelled on the floor.

The beaten maiden stayed there, shaking and shivering, gauging the destruction of her body to see if another unwelcomed stream of blood wouldn’t just come out pouring through her mouth and nostrils, and then, when she realized all was sort of okay with her system, she gestured to her sisters, who at first didn’t know how to interpret her gestures.

They were excused, of course. Rare was the time when Helena, mighty Helena called for help. “S-sorry, little sisters. Looks like...” She spat out more blood, then wiped her lips with a knuckle. “S-sorry for this. Looks like your big sister was utterly crushed.”

“Sister, you stop that!” Immediately, then, the two women came down to lift her up. “There’s no shame in this defeat.”

“Yeah! You will always be our big sister!” They held the mighty lass on each shoulder, shivering as their skins collided and they sniffed the powerful musk of that woman’s armpits. Even in defeat, the raw power that emanated from that beast was ... oh! ... well enough to make their legs shiver and their hearts quiver. “We ... we’re mighty humans, but those...” They cast quick glances to the beast at the center of the stage; quick, in fact, for they feared (correctly) that they themselves wouldn’t be standing for too long if their gazes had been held for any longer. “They are beasts, that’s what they are.”

“Indeed.” As Helena was lifted by her armpits, more blood came pouring from her mouth and nostrils. She spat on the ground, even snorted a lot of blood back, like snot, as she contemplated what the hell had just happened to her. “They are monsters.” Then, the quickest of glances. “S-she’s...” Her entire being trembled. Even so far away, the quickest glimpse of the beast was enough to stir her insides. Literally. She felt her organs turning as her body heated up again and, paradoxically, began to heal even faster. “She’s a monster!” And then she was carried away, the sound of dripping following the three muses’ feet. “I ... I...” Still, though trying to forget her defeat, the warrior grumbled. “I can’t really believe it!” And then she spat more blood to her side, looking down to see her state of total humiliation. “Curses! A single punch! Defeated by a single punch!”

They took their way to the stands, where they remained through the rest of the fights. More sisters came to aid their adored friend, seeing whether she needed a more attentive care elsewhere or something of the like, but it was all performance, for everyone knew that as long as a Maiden was conscious, she was as good as new. “No need for all this care, sisters. Come on, now.” She hugged some, then brought them in for lovely kisses. “You’re making me feel bad about myself.”

“Oh, dear sister. Oh, my beloved ... my beautiful ... oh.”

Their breaths were stolen by many kisses, and then many hands came on rubbing the mighty body of the fallen warrioress. The turgid mounds between their legs were throbbing wet. They had been so as early as the women had laid eyes upon the goddess, who now shook herself in the middle of the arena, commanding the attention of all her worshippers—and all her sacrifices.

“Very well, then.” Many breaths were stolen when she flashed her smile—that smile!—and danced before her sisters, inviting the next one for the massacre. “Anyone else?” One woman stepped in. You could hear the sound of the many eyes turning, drowned only under the mightier sound of the many heads (and their mighty, thick necks) turning as well. “Eurinice! Nice to see you take the stage.”

The dark-skinned warrioress smirked, even though everyone knew she was almost soiling herself with fear. Her body, like all of the sister’s, was quite exposed. Only an elegant tunic shielded her from naughty gazes, though the clear and smooth fabric covered a good portion of her body. “It’s been months since I wanted to t-try you out.” Despite her best efforts, her stammering was audible to everyone. “Even though I know I stand no chance...” She raised her fists, and the arena was filled with the sound of her fat, mighty biceps swelling and roaring, filling up with thick veins for the incoming battle—or massacre. “I just want to have fun.”

Two loud cracks were heard, and any other human would have gone deaf with their power.

“You stand no chance? Come on, sister.” The goddess in the center took a step back and turned her body, readying herself in the most elegant of battle stances. “Even though we all know the probabilities, I want to at least delude myself that this is something ... anything close to a fair fight.”

Some chuckles were heard and then Eurinice, whose dark skin shone so beautifully under all the many lights, took her stance. “Arrogant cunt.” Smiles abounded. Cussing was frowned upon in day-to-day life, but more welcomed, actively encouraged during fights. “Just don’t be so quick as to not let me enjoy my fight, okay?”

To that the goddess answered with just ... a laugh. “HAHAHAHAHAHA...!!!” Many hearts trembled and bodies as they heard that incredible chortle. It was a long, mocking laughter, as the longer it went on, the more terrible its effects were felt around the arena: the ground shook, the walls trembled, and the many cracks that were laid on the place began to grow and widen. Then, after a full minute of laughing, the goddess stopped and undid her mighty stance to adopt a much more casual, much more relaxed posture. “Very well.” Then, much to everyone’s curiosity, she bound both of her legs together and crossed her arms behind her back. Despite everyone else being dressed so as to give their bodies the fullest mobility, with arms and legs exposed, the goddess wore her toga fully, covering her arms and most of her legs. Her hair was completely obscured by a beautiful cape, and her face mostly hidden as well.

Still, even the little that was seen was enough to make legs shiver, bowels sink, and pussies swell. “I’ll meet you on your terms.” The goddess continued. “My legs are tied and my arms held at bay, and my hands shall not leave my back. What’s more,” she flashed the onlookers a heart-stealing grin, “the sole of my feet shall not leave the ground.”

There was the impression that she was going to say more, and for a while, indeed, she behaved as if she were, but she chose to lay her tongue at rest and wait for the reaction of the crowd. There was much chattering and whispering, and a whole lot of smiling and giggling amidst the usual panting and dripping. The girls were excited, like school girls before their crushes, and Eurinice herself seemed to take those words with a mix of curiosity and offense: on one hand, she was a warrioress, a battle princess—a Maiden!—and those terms would be, for any average of her kind, nothing short of humiliating. On the other hand ... the beast who stood before her was anything but an average example of her kind. Far from it.

As high as they stood compared to other humans, that goddess stood compared to them. If anything, those terms were the only thing remotely close to a fair fight as they were ever going to get. “So?” The goddess lifted her chin up, her smirk sizzling with poison. “Are these terms good enough for you? Or should I add a couple more, just for fun?”

Eurinice smirked, chuckled, and shook her head. “Well, well, why the hell not. I stand before you completely humiliated already.” Even at the heights of her cockiness, the dark-skinned warrioress couldn’t stop shivering, if ever so tenderly and smoothly. “Fine. What else do you give me, sis-” She stammered and staggered for a bit. “Hmm, sis- sister?”

For a moment, even if just the briefest of whiles, she felt dirty and filthy for addressing that being—that god—just like how she addressed everyone else: sister. Oh, no. For a being so mighty, so absolute as that creature, anything less than God or Goddess felt like a mortal offense—but, were it really an offense, the goddess left it slide regardless:

“Very well. I concede you victory if you land a single blow on me.” She uttered, and the walls rumbled with her mighty voice. She was speaking as calmly as she could, as her voice was as feminine and elegant as one would expect from the most fertile lady raised as a princess in some little, unnamed, but very traditional and respected European country, and yet... wroom! Wrooom! Wrooom!! Her voice made the walls rumble all the same. “Scratch that. If you so much as graze my body, I will give you victory.”

Eurinice scoffed and many others giggled. It wasn’t the first time the goddess, the Being ... it wasn’t the first time she had offered similar terms. It was a very fun past time for her to spar with her sisters while heavily restricted in some way or another: sometimes her feet and legs would be bound, sometimes it was her arms. Sometimes she would use only one arm, sometimes she would refuse to move from her spot, things like those. This was the first time, however, when all of these conditions were stacked upon one another, and the crowd shone with barely concealed excitement, many of the girls outright leaving the arena and sitting among the audience to watch the spectacle. “Well, now that I have to see in detail to believe.”

“Oh, well? Giving up the fight already?” Some of her companions teased her.

“Oh, shut it, Shoshanna. I’ll go back to her when called. This...” She bit her lips, moved her hips naughtily on the seat so as to give her sex a lot of breathing room. “This I need to see while sat down, in perfect comfort.”

“You lazy ox.” Spewed one of her sisters, only to lean onto her and lay her head on her strong shoulders—a caress which was reciprocated with the other resting her own head on her, both sisters snuggling while a third one joined them.

“Space for another?”

She needn’t say more: with her long and strong arm, veins abounding along her skin like a web of virility, the woman pulled the newcomer to her, and they all kissed. It started with many loving kisses on each other cheeks, and then it progressed to kisses and yet more kisses on each other’s lips, no tongue involved. Mighty as they were, and hot as their bodies burned, the women knew that if they escalated things further, the arena would degenerate into a spectacle of filth unbefitting of those halls—outside, that is, the proper places and the proper contexts.

“This will be fun.” As she uttered to herself, she saw the same scene happening to many other sisters: a good lot of them left the arena and joined the audience, all women cozying up to one another so as to enjoy that spectacle fully, making sure to not miss one second of its scenes, knowing full-well each second would be engraved on their memories ... forever!

On a more distant corner of the arena, between the battlefield and the audience stand, there was a mysterious hooded woman just idling by. She was covered head to legs with cloth, and only her feet were visible. Shadows obscured her face, but her green eyes shone through the darkness with piercing intensity. Her presence, long noticed and hardly ignored, was the other focal point of heat and might that constantly threw the sisters off-balance, were they in battle or just watching, and now, more frequently than ever, many glances were thrown at her, and a lot of chattering was made about her, with all the lips wondering and pondering when she was going to join in the battle, or when the two mighty beings would just tire of those games and end them all quickly.

What’s more, most of the women just wanted to see the two unhooded and unclothed, their glorious bodies leading the entire thing to a standstill just with their mere revelation. “I’m so ... very horny!” Not few of these exclamations were whispered, and they were now more frequent than ever.

Eurinice, still standing in her battle pose, began to shake herself and give tiny hops at the tip of her toes, half warming up, half cooling off all the fear and horniness that had built up in her system all that time. “Fine. I want more.”

The goddess raised an eyebrow. It shone with gold, just like every hair in her perfect body. “More limitations, is that right?” She saw her dark-skinned nod, and then snickered. “Euridi, Euridi, I am ashamed of you. Should I beat myself up for you, just in case?”

“No. No need to be so extreme.” Eurinice could feel her heart on the palm of her hand. It was beating hard, so hard, that poor organ! “Though I supposed that if you spent a couple of hours beating yourself up at full force...”

“Days.”

There was a pause in the room, a deadly silence, where even the particles in the room seemed to have stopped shaking, floating, or vibrating, and then everything resumed. “Hmm. Days.” Eurinice cleared her throat. “If you spent days ... beating yourself up at full-force, no restraints whatever, then ... then I think it would be a fighting chance.”

“It wouldn’t, but you’re excused to reason so.”

“Cunt.”

“I know you want mine.” She smiled. The room became just a bit brighter. “And you know I can crush yours. So why not make this fast and come here and beat me?” She winked. “The sooner this is done, the sooner I and my sister can give you all ... pleasure.”

There was a great, general swoon taking over every heart and swelling up every pussy in the room, and the sound of dripping had become ubiquitous, with many spots in the audience seat running with thick, strong-smelling juices, like little streams of arousal building up cute lakes on the seats below or the floor at their feet. The women swooned and they swelled and many of them felt like they were going to pass out. Some—the wiser—outright turned around and left the place, much to the surprise of their closest companions. “Are you really leaving, Imana?”

“Yep.” They always answered with such short, shameless honesty, rarely even bothering to stop or look back. “I’ve just realized that this ... whatever this is, it is way above my league!”

“But we’re already seniors.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Some of them indeed stopped and cast one final glance at the arena, where they all knew some truly spectacular things were about to happen. “I can spend an eternity pushing my body beyond its limits ... and it will never compare to this. These girls...” They shivered when uttering those words, even just thinking them as thoughts. “They are monsters.”

And so they left, and the room was left a little emptier, though certainly feeling way heavier, and heaviest it had ever been. There were about a hundred and something women in total, audience and fighters alike, and there remained a little over a hundred women once all of the beat-up, defeated warriors had been taken off the gymnasium. “Alrighty. Let’s get you girls out of here.” Said the sisters who carried them out, embracing them on their waists and their shoulders as they walked towards the resting places of the Academy. “After all the beating you took, this is way more than you can handle right now.”

There was some protesting and some squirming but, for the most part, the defeated sisters took their help with humility. They were all of them, youngest to eldest, wise enough to realize their circumstances and accept defeat when it was handed to them.

There was no foolishness or stupidity in the Academy. Not amidst these mighty women who represented, for all accounts, the highest peaks ever achieved by their species—since or ever! The ladies who abode there were not just mightily strong or divinely beautiful; they were brains of such quality as to rival all learning institutions of humankind throughout history. Put together. A single brain of the densest of those girls was still more precious a gift than all of the Renaissance masters.

When those lips spoke, the world listened. It was just a great bonus that those lips were the most gorgeous in all of humanity as well.

“Very well.” When it came to the verb, Eurinice was not yet down. Not yet, not yet. “I want you blindfolded.”

Without a word, the goddess smoothly produced a white ribbon from under her garments. Her arms were occulted by her long, full toga, but upon wrapping the ribbon around her forehead, she allowed her sisters to catch a glimpse of her hands—and a lot of dripping was heard around her, with at least one woman producing thin, but strong jets of very nice-smelling squirt.

“Fuck it!” The lady was shivering. She looked bad. Almost sick. Her head was swollen red and her hands were shaking in a very undignifying manner. “Fuck ... oh, fuck...” She stepped back once, then sidestepped a couple of time, losing balance, and then looked down and held on to her own breast so as to not completely lose herself. “So hot! S-s-sooo...!!” Shivers overtook her, and everyone heard her struggles. “Hot!! Sooo ... fucking hot!!”

There were shots of liquid coming from between the legs. The room smelled like sex. Looking down at her feet, the women noticed a pool rising around her feet. It kept growing and growing until it reached some five feet in diameter, at which point it flowed into the crevasses carefully laid out on the floor and into the various drains located all around them. The woman had controlled herself, but her arousal now seemed permanent. “Fuck.” She grunted, and her expression looked seriously pissed off. “I’m not going to last long, am I?”

Amidst the chuckles of some of her sisters—some of them, for few of those women were strong enough to not suffer what that lady was suffering through—she straightened up and watched the goddess finish wrapping the ribbon around her eyes, shutting herself blind just as she was asked to.

“There we go.” She made the cutest gesture! Like a little girl showing off to her daddy. “Not a crack of light flashing though. So, little sister,” her hands disappeared back behind her robes, “any other request?”

Eurinice frowned. Little sister! There were very few formal rules in the Academy, as well as very few customs to rule the relationship between the Maidens. Nonetheless, if there was one rule whose breaking came very close to approaching taboo (though not necessarily crossing that line), this rule was that: disrespect! More specifically, it was to not address a sister according to her rank whenever the situation called for it, or to ignore her status altogether, or, worse still, to belittle a sister and knowingly treat her as if she were of an inferior rank—which had absolutely been that case right now.

Little sister! Everyone heard Eurinice’s fists tightening up and even the reason left her body as she gritted her teeth and repeated the offense to herself: little! Sister! That woman! She knew very well where they both stood.

“I am two years your senior.”

There was a silence in the room, and the goddess let the silence go on for as long as she found it pleasant. In the end, raising her chin up and pulling the ribbon down just a little, the goddess gave her opponent just a glimpse of her eyes, and replied: “I know.”

Eurinice felt her insides disappear. She had no shame when she averted her gaze and looked away from those bright, burning eyes. “This ... cunt...!!” She whispered to herself, feeling her eyes watering. The goddess had the most beautiful pearly blue eyes anyone had ever seen! “It isn’t f-fair! It ... it isn’t!” After letting some tears flow out, she rubbed her eyes and returned to her stance, though this time more carefully avoiding any possibility of glimpsing the face of that being before she knew she was absolutely, a hundred percent ready for it. “We have the same rank!”

Once again, the goddess delighted herself in her silence. She let it go on much longer than the first pause, shifting her body here and there, but otherwise remaining very tantalizingly, provocatively, disrespectfully still.

There was a subtle shift in her robes and the sound of waving cloth filled the room. Some coughs were heard and a lot of shivering, but most of all there was the sound—often as unbearable as the sight—of the goddess’ smile.

Indeed, her smike produced sound. It was a burning, sizzling kind of sound, like standing in a big kitchen with a tiny stove of boiling oil. Every woman felt that silence—and the sizzling sound—in their soul, and after two minutes of quiet Eurinice showed something resembling a growing rage, an anger approaching something very close to lack of good manners.

“Saysomethingsaysomethingsaysomethingsaysomething!!” She kept muttering to herself, fists shivering with such anger. “Say something you goddamned cunt!” She had whispered the sentence a little louder, but all her words were still barely audible one inch from her lips, let alone so far as the distance between them both. No matter, the goddess heard them all the same:

“‘Say something, you goddamned cunt.’” From beneath her robes there came the sound of a mocking clap, and giggles abounded around them once more. “Oh, my. Oh, my, would you look at that! Long gone are the days when the Academy had even the pretense of respectability in it.” Then, shocking them all ... the goddess began to move! “My, oh, my! They’re reduced to hiring common prostitutes now, I see.”

Much to everyone’s growing smiles, Eurinice began to walk as well, same direction as her opponent. “They took you in, have they not? A whore brought in straight from a pig house.”

Both women chuckled, and even Eurinice startled herself by how quickly had anger had subsided. Banter had some medicinal effects that in those women healed a thousand times faster than any “common” human professional. For them, there wasn’t a wound deep enough or even dismemberment gruesome enough that a couple of naughty words didn’t cure.

“Ay. A mud-ridden farmyard I was taken from.” The goddess licked her lips. Everyone knew it, for they could hear the sound of her gorgeous tongue...

“Oooh...!”

... and her even more gorgeous lips...

“Oh, goddess! Goddess, oh ... Hera almighty!”

... meeting and moistening with her thick, hot saliva.

“Oh!!”

Someone, somewhere in that room—not in the arena, by the looks of it, but in some corner near the audience setas—creamed her panties incredibly hard, for her squeal of ecstasy was followed immediately by a near deafening, drowning sound of... squiiiiiirt!!! Squishes and gushes powerful enough to be heard from any corner of the room, perhaps even many distant rooms in the whole Academy. Seconds later, the bystanders only heard comical and meek pleas of “sorry! Oh, I’m very sorry!” and the steps of a very red-faced woman excusing herself out of the room.

Giggles and chuckles all around. Horniness and arousal were the most common thing in the Academy, but only before the presence of their goddess did the girls really feel dirty, really feel unwell with one another.

Hers was such an extreme level of sexual power that, in a weird way, it caused many women to regret their choices in life, even contemplate abstinence and chastity for the rest of them. After all... “She is way, way, way about our leagues!”

Like horses are such more powerful sexual beings than human beings—stud being the crowning compliment for a man, as well as mare for a woman—that to try and be like them would be to flirt with bestiality, and so dissuade many partners from common sense. The same way worked with that goddess: she was so above the level of everyone else that, in a way, to witness her sexuality was the same as fantasizing about the seminal produce of horses and bulls—a thought far too filthy for polite society.

Still, still, the goddess carried on as if nothing had happened: “Fucked every man and woman in town before I was seven, and then I graduated to fucking the farm animals. Little ones at first: pigs and cocks and whatnot. Then I moved on to the horses, and from then on, before I turned even ten, I was doing horses and bulls until the poor things collapsed out of the exhaustion, sometimes even died, forcing me to leap from village to village and screw every living thing I could find in there.” She eyed her prey intensely. “I wish I was just a whore. What I really am is sick. Sick and depraved.” Again, another lick of the lips! Two more women had to excuse themselves from the room, and many more were left wondering, indeed, whether they were seasoned enough for that type of talk or that type of fight—or if they would ever be. “I had to be brought here just to protect all those that lie outside these walls and these beautiful mountains. And in you, my beautiful sister, I have found targets far more tantalizing, far more appetizing, or at least far more resistant than any horse, bull, or mare could ever be. So...” She stopped on her tracks.