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

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

From his floating palace in the sky, Mahishasura watched with amusement as the Mayayantras broke through the last defences of the stronghold. His belly quivered as he laughed as the Udghatima broke down the walls of the renegade’s stronghold. His luxurious black moustache rose like the wings of a bird with his smile as the Sarvato-bhadra threw hundreds of stones at a time, crushing the bones of the defenders. His thick black eyebrows arched as his eyes widened to take in the sight of the Sara-yantra shooting a hundred arrows at once burying their shafts in the bodies of those who fled. Their task done the Vimanas turned to return, the flying chariots and war birds leaving behind only death and ruin.

The mighty demon lord turned to the council of 13 and thus spake “See how I crush all those who resist my dominion”. “Oh great Mahishasura, oh mighty demon, grant us a boon so that we may rule over the humans in your stead to relieve you of this burden” the 13 begged. Even the great demon saw their greed and set about to trick them. He arose, his stomach like a stone slab causeway, his legs huge and bulging like rocky slabs. They gazed upon him in awe as he spoke of a weapon filled with such radiant energy that would grant ultimate power to those who yielded it. The 13 coveted this weapon but knew that they would not be able to take it from the great demon king. Thus it was that they sent one of their number to approach the Gods and beseech their aid but planning to seize the power for themselves. But Mahishasura knew of their deceit and had the traitor sewn into the body of a dead and gutted horse. His head was made to protrude from its behind and holes were cut for his arms and legs to be splayed and staked to the ground. Thus he was left inside the rotting animal in the harsh sun to be slowly eaten by all manner of insects and wild creatures. The demon lord elevated the man’s son to take his place on the council and forced them to watch the traitor’s torment for 13 days and nights until he finally died. He stood before them tensing every muscle in his mighty body, his arms and legs swollen and harder the rocks they resembled, even his chest cut and torn like a mountain side. The 13 were sore afraid and prostrated themselves before his terrifying countenance. “You are more deceitful and covetous than the asuras. Your greed and lust for power makes you betray your own kind and even the Gods themselves” he told them. “I will grant your boon but bind you and your families to me for all eternity”.

After Namar’s death, the sly deceitfulness of the 13 made Mahishasura decide upon a more secretive approach to capture the Goddess and make her his bride. A few survivors of the earlier missions had escaped her wrath so that they may return and tell their tale. Mahishasura had them tortured and heard their descriptions of her outstanding beauty and terrifying powerful body which filled them with fear and lust at the same time. This made want her all the more. “She is truly worthy for my bride” he declared. Thus he summoned Chikasura, leader of the shadow assassins, fearsome warriors who had no need of weapons, who moved like mist in the night and could kill or freeze a man with a touch as light as a feather. Mahishasura instructed him to silently approach the Goddess, bind her and bring her to him to be wed.

Chikasura asked the demon king for an army to distract the supporters of the Goddess and the deadly female race of Supervisors whilst they made their approach unseen. This Mahishasura granted and so it came to pass that the shadow assassins proceeded with stealth into the mountains avoiding the eyes of any living creature. Whereupon the assassins reached a glade high in the mountains, where to their surprise they found a beautiful young woman dancing. Hidden from her view, they saw that she wore a dress fashioned to resemble a sari of red silk with elaborate embroidered gold trim. A short sleeved blouse clothed her torso, itself covered by a wrap. From the waist down was a single piece in the form of a skirt. Gold and jewels adorned her headset, earset and necklaces while bangles adorned her wrists. So graceful was she as she spun and stepped, dancing with purity and tenderness in time with some unheard song that they had to stop and watch. The dancer’s face was youthful and elegant with large eyes and a happy disposition full of the joy of the dance. Between movements across the glade, she adopted poses like heroic sculptures, her arms moving sinuously as she followed the flow of the music in her head.

Enchanted by her grace and skill, Chikasura realised that she was exceptionally tall and her body large and dense rather than slender and delicate like most dancers. The demons saw with glee that her breasts were large and well rounded, and as she spun to her side; they stared at the splendid slopes thrusting out beyond her flat stomach. As she moved, the orbs within her red blouse swayed unfettered with such sensuality that their seed rods became stiff with desire. The skirt swirled around her legs as she danced, showing large strong calves that bunched and flexed with every step. Chikasura saw that her arms were thick with dense shapes beneath the short sleeved blouse and that her forearms were corded with strength. Yet as she danced, the motion of her glorious chest drew his attention. She was skilful, her head moving smoothly from side to side between elegantly shaped hands. Chikasura saw the thickening of her arm as it bent, a solid mass growing then vanishing again as she straightened it.

With her back to their position she raised her hands over her head with palms together and her head swaying from side to side. Chikasura saw how her upper body sloped dramatically outwards from her waist like an inverted pyramid to flaring shoulder blades. With her arms raised and hands pressed together he saw how thickly muscled her arms were. Strange hard masses writhed beneath the back of her blouse and below the hem of her dress were calves of a size and muscularity that he had hardly seen on a man let alone a woman. Yet the way that they flexed in sensual motion with each step kept his lingam stiff.

He had heard the tales of the mighty Goddess and her powerful body from the survivors as they were tortured but he had not believed them. Yet this tall dancer was so graceful, looking so feminine and alluring that it quietened his doubts. The vision in the red silk dress knelt and stretched out her hand towards their position and once more he saw the thickness of her arm and the strong shape of her forearms. As one they held their breath as the young woman reached out to them beckoning them with her outstretched hand. The allure was strong that several of the assassins began to move forwards until Chikasura stopped them with a scowl. The beautiful dancer suddenly stretched out her legs on either side in a perfect line inflaming the passions of the watching men with her flexibility. Although her skirt covered her modesty, each of them could imagine the paradise beneath and their trouser swords were rigid with longing.

In a smooth motion the dancer turned folding a calve upright behind her. Bending her head up to the sky, her arms raised to beseech the Gods. Her bunched up calve muscle was large and solid and jutted from her lower leg like an outcrop of rock. Falling upon her belly the young beauty raised her torso and bent her legs back over her shoulder. “Ohhh this dancer is a real Goddess” one of the assassins moaned in lust. As they watched with growing desire, the dancer raised herself up upon her arms then bent her legs backwards over her head pointing straight. All the while she looked in their direction with a teasing smile. Her arms were like knotted stone pillars as they supported her weight that no material could hide. Her calves folded downwards framing her beautiful face. The line of her dress showed her pleasure mound at the top and stirred the men into such desire that five broke cover and rushed towards her.