okay I'm going to record a one of the goddess stories and please ignore the
the background noise um it's very nice outside and I don't want to waste the
nice weather so my sliding goddess door is open pay attention now my little play
thing you're very lucky you know I'm gonna tell you a little story I'm rather
fond of I think you'll enjoy it I love bathing it feels like a little bit of
rebirth and it always felt nice to clean the blood of my victims off my skin my
boots stained with blood and gore always stand in stark contrast to my clean
flesh whenever I go into battle but I enjoy that I want to let the fools about
to perish see the remains of the armies I've crushed and realize that they too
will end up as nothing more than bloodstains and so one fine day at a
little Creek I wash myself the dried blood of armies being cleansed from my
soft skin and flowing away with the current I enjoy bathing so much that I
must confess I hadn't noticed my foes spotting me I was unaware that a scout
sent ahead by a massive army of men seeking revenge for their slaughtered
brethren had returned his lord and told him that he had found me naked and
vulnerable by a stream had I known a man had seen me nude I would have captured
him reduced him to an unrecognizable pile of meat and bones and as if one man
seeing me nude was not enough of an unforgivable crime you can imagine my
wrath when the army at his back appeared over the hills my desire to take the
lives of men is limitless and one man seeing me that vulnerable that exposed
was an insult to my honor that made my craving for the blood of lads
uncontrollable but having an army of millions of men see me like that was
enough me to drive me to new heights of brutality they all had to die it's the
very least they deserved it never ceases to amaze me how foolish these men were
when it came their time to face me their time to die they still polish the
weapons and their armor they still raise their battle cries and they always bring
their banners as if any of that mattered when they fell beneath my cold butchery
I do so enjoy the banners though they're symbols of mankind's pride of their
courage and strength and they always fall broken tattered and bloodstained
beneath my feet just like the soldiers who rallied to them first came the
gallant shining Knights trying to mask their shame I needed to bring so many
soldiers to fight a single naked woman no not a woman I'm a goddess horses will
not come near me so the doom little boys had to advance on foot nice and
shining armor my favorite just like every other girl but unlike most girls
I like nights because there's so much fun to butcher and these splendid lads
obliged me marching into my blade like lambs to the slaughter in a heartbeat I
was amongst them my blade rising and falling cleaving through flesh and
muscle meat and bone brave men screamed in horror and agony as their young
lives ripped away from them in a torrent of blood and pain they cowered behind
their shields and took with fear and their heavy armor shook with fear and
heavy armor I carved through them relishing their dread nameless faceless
slums of fodder that was what they were and that's how they died a strong young
backs provided a marvelous stage for me as I worked a horrific slaughter on the
unceasing waves of men limbs heads and torsos piled up and formed mountains
that rose from the ocean of butchered carcasses blood flowed in rivers amidst
the miserable heaps of slaughtered lads there were broken weapons and tattered
banners stains with the blood of men who had died trying to defend them one such
banner was defended by thousands upon thousands of young bucks their bodies
piling higher and higher as they swarmed to keep me from it I captured the banner
and held it in one hand effortlessly slaughtering entire brigades that tried
to reclaim the worthless scrap of male pride in the end their efforts proven
futile and the charges stopped I wiped their blood the blood from my
heaving bosom with their little flag living it soaked and shredded among the
brave young fools as a final humiliation having cast aside the banner I took a
moment to savor my victory and stood triumph in a pump a huge mound of
butchered young men looking down on the lads who risk a scaling a mountain of
their dead comrades I couldn't help but be mused their eyes were full of so many
conflicting emotions fury lusts terror anticipation and outrage I just laughed
and smiled at blade ending it all their miserable little lives amounting to
nothing but another part of this monument to my glory I looked forward to
returning to it years later and beholding the immense mountain of bones
and armor that would soon be left behind once I was pleased with the size of the
mountain of corpses I descended once more into the thick of the army felling
men left and right so entering through the ranks I took my time butchering
them in detail I skewed men on my blade hack through them like foliage and even
use my bare hands snapping necks and breaking men's bones I tore splendid
muscular boys apart effortlessly my hands slipped with the blood and
adversary of countless soldiers lucky men all but luckier still were the ones
who felt my hips or breasts brush up against them before I claimed their
miserable little lives unflinchingly I approached a soldier my gaze fixed on to
him he froze even as the rest of the army backed away clearing in the middle
of the great sea of men in which we stood growing as terrified fodder
stepped away my prey however stood slack-jawed in awe of me I grabbed him
by the throat and threw him down some names sprawling on top of the slain
troops that blanketed the earth I stood over him looking down on him like a
piece of meat that was precisely what he was to me his whole life had been
training for battle 20 or so years of it and all led up to this moment and now
his entire life would prove to be a waste as he found himself on the
receiving end of my violence I poised my blade the lad realized in
horror what was going on in tears welled up in his eyes he must have wondered why
no one was helping him but the rest of the army was frozen with terror and
lust and transparent beauty he begged for mercy begged me to stop please
milady he whimpered hoarsely my case remained steady and unflinching even as
I thrust my blade into the bastard's voids that spurred something from
another young man who must have been a friend of the newly emasculated soldier
that lied dying at my feet pulling the sword from the gory mess that had once
been my victims groin I effortlessly skewered the onrushing youth as he
charged me he gasped blood pouring from his mouth I plunged the blade in deeper
as I drew towards him I got close to the impaled lad close enough to kiss my
nipples erect from the pleasure I derived from the slaughter were brushing
up against the man's chest our lips nearly touching and my eyes fixed
intently on him I coldly whispered meat into the helpless fool's ear I pulled my
blade out of his gut and he sank to his knees his blood spilling out a delightful
torrent mercy he gasped please spare me but I've never spider-man especially one
who would dare to look at me nude even as he blubbered like an infant I picked
up a war hammer dropped by a slain night and pulped the whimpering lad's skull
the confidence of the rest of the horde was wavering after that display but they
neared me and got a good look at me their morale worsened even more if I had
less respect for myself I would be well off fighting nude all the time still
wet from the water my blood-stained curves exposed no man could resist my
allure the army stopped in its tracks and the soldiers basked in the glory
that was the naked goddess that stood before them I decided to have some fun
with the harm hammer I had claimed countless youths died under my own slot
skulls and bones and genitals were crushed beneath my new toy the boys
begged me for mercy called me a goddess and pleaded for my forgiveness I laughed
lustfully as I destroyed their fools delighting in the fact that many of the
faces I crushed were soaked in tears as the slaughter continued and men had to
trudge through miles of mutilated corpses to reach their doom they began
to realize the futility of their lives many ceased resisting weeping and
sobbing and begging with the insects they were they fell to their knees
pleading but all they received was my blade and my hammer their sole comfort
being the smile on my beautiful face the rise and fall of my gore-soaked breasts
as I hewed through them slight moons of ecstasy escaping my lips as I butchered
the poor boys before long the pigs had been made to pay for the daring to gaze
upon my exposed form I made sure to save one last man a helpless militia man till
the very end I wanted to punctuate my destruction of this army with a very
personal very sadistic kill the poor wretch trembled before me cowering under
my gaze on your back I said to him my voice absolutely irresistible to the lad
too afraid to fight and too stupid to know I never left men alive he obliged
me I straddled him and watched with amusement as he began breathing
frantically as my bare blood-soaked body pressed into him he didn't notice me
take the dagger off his belt he was so enthralled by my beauty that he hardly
even noticed when I cut his ears and his nose off he felt a little sting when I
cut out his tongue but it wasn't until he was deprived of his view of me after I
sliced his eyeballs open to the tip with the tip of the blade that he fully
understood what had happened to him he tried to scream a terrible sound through
the blood that choked his tongueless mouth as I carved up his face that
mutilated his chest he just groaned when I split his belly belly open the way of
fishermen cut guts a catch it wasn't until I brought the pummel of my sword
down on his manhood and turned it to mush that he grasped the full scope of
the agony I had inflicted upon him at long last the battle was over piling up
a collection of torsos limbs and heads I made myself a throne I seated myself
upon the broad strong back of a Hempstead boy I had left largely intact above the
waist I sheathed my sword in the belly of a wounded peasant listening happily
to his cries as I relaxed lazily running my fingers through the hair of some dead
young bucks whose head I'd picked out to amuse myself the leaders of the army lay
massacred at my feet their valiant hosts now a heap of rotting meat I watched the
mutilated tripper dive from my seat upon that file of slaughtered lads idly I
played with that pitiful scrap that had once been a regimental standard before
using it to wipe myself clean sighing intensely as the screams of the
mortally wounded filled the air I stretched out across my throne of
butchered muscle and slept as peacefully as a baby the screams of dying men along
abide me speaking of dying men I'm very impressed she lasted through all that
most men would have bled out from that wound by now I know I made a good choice
when I picked you for my story time but now it's time for you to good boy and die
it's really all you men are good for