Happy to any one who'd ask

Lucie Brisbois was smiling as she was reunited with her coworkers, crying about how scary it was to be taken prisoner. They all talked to one another about the horrors they had endured. The men talked about how dangerous it had been just floating out at sea on debris with no guarantee of rescue. Lucie told of how terrifying it was to be locked in a cage with no idea what they were going to happen to them.

So like the others, Lucie was lying. As she hadn't been locked in a cage and she knew exactly what was going on, how could she not? She is living the greatest moment of her life, being a cushion for her new god. The tears that were being shed by her were more because of it than any supposed trauma. The others didn't need to know that, though. They were helped by the Justice League in selling this lie.

As none of the league that helped get them up and clothed were particularly eager to talk about what they had seen. A shudder went through her at remembering those first few moments upon waking. The confusion came at first, then the terror at realizing her god was gone, the loss of purpose that filled her and horrified her at having to leave the rest of her life without being able to give her god exclusive access to her ass.

Luckily she was there hidden and able to calm us. She told us that he would reappear and that when he did, we would just be ready to serve. So Lucie would put her useless pastime to good use. She would raise higher and higher until she was head of Data Dog. All of its assets would be his. She would be his greatest ass pillow; well, he used all she had given him to his great work.

Benicia Martell, one of Spain's greatest models, along with Europe's greatest piece of arm candy, was currently angry beyond belief. Though she did her best to hide it. The man whose yacht had been on before her glorious transformation was trying his best to show how worried he was for her and how grateful he was that she was unhurt. It might have worked if he wasn't desperately trying to give her a hug so he could clearly get a nice grip on her fat ass.

Benicia had a bell body type where her boobs and shoulders were on the smaller side, but she had a rather plump ass to make up for it. She knew that was what he was really considered. She didn't hate it; what she hated was that she had to put up with it for a while. She wanted nothing more to dedicate her body to her god, but she would have to let the rich prick get away with groping for now.

Though she and the other Spanish models were hiding a little surprise for when they were only with the asshole. Once their gift was done with him, he would be their servant, willing to dedicate everything he had to their god. Her body shivered in anticipation at that, and the thing in her pussy squirmed around for a second.

Raa Ballard was once again with her male students who were bitching at her about the experience of nearly drowning. She put up with it for now, as she couldn't suddenly be too short with them; that might give away her shift in both loyalties and priorities. So she would have to gradually become more harsh with them to make the change believable.

There was one thing that cheered her up. It was her female students she watched the disdain in their eyes for the male students. Which was entirely understandable; they had been with a god. These mortal whiners were beneath what they had seen in every way. They could barely be considered to be men to them now. Which was great, as an entire generation of skilled female workers would put their efforts into serving their god and making his will known through the world.

Mary Chatzipavlou was ecstatic back in her clothes that she'd been wearing on the ship that had sunk. At first she'd been living ready to die, trying to slit Wonder Woman's throat when she saw her good was kissing, but she had shown her the way. He was gone for now, but he would return to them, and they had to prepare for the event.

They were what had made her ecstatic; she would build the grand temple and welcome the women of Greece to a god that was theirs. That would bless them and not those hidden on an island from the rest of the world. She knew of an abandoned temple to Poseidon she'd gone there to do a risque photo shoot years ago. It would be perfect for her needs; surely it needed to be remade to show the new true ruler of the sea and the father she worshipped.

The French models Christiane Martel and Iris Mittenaere were next to each other talking to other women and men of France. They were hearing the takes of those that have nearly drowned and being courteous by listing and giving encouragement, though neither woman truly cared. They were simply trying to take advantage of the moment to boost popularity, as that would be needed.

Though both Christiane Martel and Iris Mittenaere had a hard time moving their legs, so they walked very slowly around, they were able to use this for more sympathy. As the others thought they had been hurt somehow while in their short captivity. The truth is both women had small eggs shoved up their vaginas. These eggs would hatch into the creatures they would need to take over the French modeling industry in their god's name.

When he came back to them, he would have castles in France where the most beautiful French woman waited to serve him. It was vision that made it harder for the French models to walk. It was such an arousing image that added to the tingling of their vagina far too much, but they would endure for their god.

Ann Marie, the queen of Greece, was currently trying to handle the reporters with her daughter and granddaughters, though it wasn't easy. They were being far too aggressive with their questions. She put up with it, though she memorized the faces of those pushing their luck and who among them was making it female. The male ones would be gotten rid of, and the female ones would learn to tell the stories they were told to tell.

It would be one of several purges that would need to occur for a god was among the Greeks once again. As their queen, it was her duty to see his will obeyed by all of Greece. Though she would have to resign power for her family to do that, they could not be just mascots and do what needed to get done. Luckily for her and her daughters, the one that had informed them of what they needed to do had also given them what they needed to pull it off.

It was what was making the interview so hard for her daughter and granddaughters, having to hide it up. There was not something they were used to. Unlike her, who'd been a lot more adventurous in the bedroom and out of it. So she was having to deal with all the questions, which was annoying but needed to happen to set what needed to happen in motion

So many women, so many plans, the wheels turn; it's anyone's guess who will be ground down under them. Though it appears in the future, Condiment Wizard will have far more throughout the Mediterranean coast than he ever expected. What he'll do with that when he learns of it is for a future tale.