The Duel

Slowly I walked out into the arena. It took some time for my eyes to adjust just after coming from underground, specially because everything was so white. Looking down, I realized that even the sand in the arena is pure white, tiny, perfect rounds that looked identical. I really didn't know what was behind the idea. The only thing I could come up with was that spilled blood would stand out more on the bright, white sand. The idea made me sick. Most of these sadistic fucks are thankfully under my control now, but the others couldn't get there soon enough. And if they are looking for a blood sport today, they are going to be thoroughly disappointed.

As my eyes adjusted, I looked around the crowd, gathered around the arena and looking at the grounds eagerly. I spotted my inner circle and gave them a small smile.

But there was something else that made me smile too. By now, about one thirds of the citizens of Olympus were under my control. And while I have made all the females among them sluts, I have told them to not act like it in public, at least until I have taken over completely. And they have obeyed my command, to a degree. Each one of them were showing a little bit of skin than usual, lots of cleavages, exposed midriffs, some see through materials here and there. Suspicious enough to maybe raise a couple of eyebrows, but not enough for someone to look into it (that is unless they are someone as super smart and intuitive person like Athena, but I took care of that problem before it became a problem). The amusing thing was, even the people I have not compelled are showing some skin, thinking most people suddenly doing it now must be a new fashion trend or something.

Slowly I turned a full circle, and my eyes came to rest on the largest and grandest part of the arena, where normally Zeus would sit in the center of. As he was away, it was Hera who was holding court however. Unlike my other sluts, she wasn't showing any skin at all and was fully playing her previous personality of a bitch queen; a formal white dress covered her body and she was looking at the proceedings with a regal aloofness. Hera was acting the way I told her to, but just to show her her place I entered into the goddess' mind and gave a small probe of pleasure. The Queen of Olympus briefly broke her regal bearing as she squirmed on her throne for a couple of seconds, and I could sense the feeling if amused exasperation she got on her mind at my childish act.

Sitting next to Hera was Ares, who had completely missed my brief, subtle interaction with his mother, but is now looking at me with a maniac's grin, anticipating something horrible happening to me. Calmly I gave him a bow that went so low that it couldn't be taken as anything other than mockery. I noticed with satisfaction that it had infuriated the emotional god.

A sudden noise of a large, unseen bell ringing filled the air. Anticipation surged once again in the crowds as Clarisse La Rue entered the arena on the opposite side. Like me, she was wearing the standard Greek armour, with her helmet tucked under an arm as strolled into the arena. But also like me she had a not so standard weapon; Clarisse's long spear, charmingly called "the Maimer," hummed dangerously, and I knew that even a slight brush of that meant electrocution. I remembered back in the camp when everyone used to make fun of it by calling it "the Lamer." It wasn't so funny now, even knowing that Clarisse wouldn't hurt me and that I had magic weapons at my own backing now.

To avoid any unpleasant thoughts, I stopped looking at the weapons and focused on the girl in front of me. Despite being under my control, I've never had the chance to really fuck Clarisse (something which I knew frustrates her very much). She was quite good looking, but being surrounded with super model looking demigoddesses and goddesses meant I had developed some unreasonably high standards of my own. Clarisse was a bit too muscular for my taste, and hers was a face of a warrior; eyes too sharp and a nose that had been broken one too many times. That doesn't mean she was ugly though. She was very tall, almost as much as me (always loved myself some tall women) and her hair shined in a dark red colour. Also, spending so much hours on the training grounds means she had developed a fantastic figure, with an ass to kill for. I looked at her face and met her brown eyes, and despite having all the trappings of a fearsome warrior, the smile she gave me was that of a ****, needy little girl. That kicked my brain back to life, remembering that I control every aspect of the duel. In truth, I have already won.

The bell rang again, and with a small hand gesture from Hera, the duel began.

I had explicitly ordered Clarisse not to hold back so as to not arouse suspicion, and she was following my advice to the letter, savagely attacking me with both spear and shield. My armour shifted my body so as to not get in touch with the spear, while my shield blocked hers. Without them, I knew I would be bloody pulp by this point. When both her spear and shield were occupied, I used my feet to kick her back.

We disengaged, staring into each other, Clarisse's eyes reevaluating an opponent she had until now underestimated. The crowd meanwhile was talking furiously among themselves. They just came hear to see, in their eyes, a poor loser getting thrashed. But me fighting back made it a proper match all of a sudden and they are eating it up. Meanwhile I saw in the corner of my eyes Piper and Thalia going around the stands collecting bets, which almost made me laugh out loud.

This all registered in my brain in a split second, and soon Clarisse came at me, wielding her spear, the air around it humming dangerously. That is the biggest danger here. That's what must be get rid of first. And it seems like my sentient equipment agreed with me.

When Clarisse came at me again, I stood still, and my armour only moved me in the last second. Clarisse thrust hard, her spear sticking in the sand where I used to be a moment ago. And just that moment, my sword came flying down, hitting her hand that's gripping the spear with the flat of the blade. I used the flat because this wasn't a real fight in my mind and I don't want to draw blood over this. Even with that restriction though it must hurt like hell, and Clarisse yelped back, leaving the spear still sticking out of the ground. And in that moment I jumped and making sure carefully to not let the spear touch me I used my shield to bash the spear, breaking it in two. The humming stopped.

And now, everything was deathly quiet. The crowd was shell shocked, looking in with gaping mouths. Clarisse was studying me wearily while rubbing her hand absently. Ares was standing up, glaring and almost frothing from his mouth. He seemed to have joined the dots together, as he was staring daggers at Hephaestus, who was carefully avoiding his glance by pointedly looking at the arena, though a small smirk was tugging at the corner of his mouth, which must have made Ares all the more furious. Well, there's nothing he can do now. The duel cannot be ended because there's no proof that I'm cheating, so unless either of the fighters submitted, the fight will go on.

Now recovered, Clarisse came running towards me with unbelievable speed, rolling down into the sand at the last moment, picking up the stub of the spear and stabbing me in the chest. Even with armour, the strength and speed at which she thrust the point would have caused some serious damage, but I'm not wearing any ordinary armour. What little remained of Clarisse's spear shattered into a thousand pieces, and while she froze with shock, my sword cut upwards, not directly hitting her, but rather cutting the straps that held her armour together on the right side. Cursing, Clarisse quickly retreated as her armour became useless, an entire half of it hanging limply off her body. Muttering under her breath, and getting far away from me, she hastily began to remove the rest of her armour.

Instead of pressing my advantage, I plunged my sword into the sand and began to remove my own armour. The crowd went wild. In their eyes, I'm so honourable that I refuse to use my now overwhelming advantage, and is removing my armour so I would meet her in equal grounds. If only they knew.

Both of us now walked into the middle of the arena, weaponless and armourless, and faced each other. Clarisse set her feet apart and raised her hands expertly, showing her capabilities as a martial arts expert. I know about hand to hand combat even less than I do about sword fighting, but my hands were still covered with parts of armour (hey I gotta have something) and they raised my arms in a rough parody.

The daughter of the war god lunged at me, and only as my arms rushed in for protection, did I notice that it was a diversion, with Clarisse's goal always being to go for the sword I had left on the sand. A **** and dishonourable move, but it would get the job done. Registering what happened my hands lashed out to stop her as she whisked past me. My fingers got hold of her shirt and I used it to drag her back with all my might. Clarisse was thrown several steps back but my grip on her shirt (as I had predicted) was too tight, and it now became a useless orange rag in my hand as my enemy lost her top. Despite a faint blush, she held her head high, while all of Olympus saw her in her sports bra, and were snickering under their breath. It was a simple, utilitarian piece of clothing, but Clarisse's tits were so big that even that looked provocative.

Clarisse tried to rush past me again. And this time, it was her bra that was in my hands.

Now Clarisse's large tits were out in the open for all to see, her light brown nipples erected proudly. Her face was red and she was breathing heavily. The audience might say it's because of anger, but I was close enough to see how clearly turned on she was. People that were smirking under their breath were now laughing and howling loudly. That is, until Ares stood up and shouted, "ENOUGH!"

The shout was so loud that all the mortals flinched and some had to cover their ears, with the closest to the war god having to step away, probably temporarily deafened. "Enough!" he roared again, while glaring daggers at me with his blood red eyes.

"Oh you know we can't stop now son," Hera said casually.

"But can't you see what he's doing to my daughter? He's humiliating her. He's... he's trying to **** her!"

"You shouldn't bring such serious allegations if you can't prove them, Ares," Hera said, her voice filled with coldness. "Now sit down!" The Queen of Olympus then looked on at Clarisse and asked in a much **** tone, "do you want to forfeit dear?"

"No, Your Majesty," Clarisse said, bending down in respect, which made her tits stick out even more. Straightening up, Clarisse looked up at Ares and said, "I would not fail you father.

"See Ares? Everything's fine. Now sit down and allow the duel to continue." Hera said. There were lots of supporting cheers from the crowd, half of them from people I control who see nothing wrong with anything hypersexual, while others are just bored immortals wanting to see something new.

Ares sat down reluctantly, red faced and muttering to himself. Everything has gone unbelievably bad against him. The duel was meant to protect his honour, but where is the honour of having your half naked daughter fight in behalf of you? I had no sympathy for the war god however. He was just a big man child born with a lot of power, pretending to be a tough guy by hurting people far weaker than he is. Let him stew in some misery before I bring him under my control.

Clarisse came charging at me once more, but now her concentration has been severely disturbed, and the large tits swinging off her chest on all sorts of directions must be more than a little trouble on their own. I crouched low, and when she got nearer I grabbed her by the waist and threw her on the sand. I quickly got on top of her, my hands pinning her arms to the sand, while her legs thrashed about uselessly. If she tried hard enough, she could have probably gotten herself free, but she didn't want to. Clarisse, like all other girls under my control, have been programmed to want to fuck me, but I have never given her the privilege. This is the closest to that it has ever come and she desperately wanted me to go on.

"Submit!" I demanded.

"Never!"

"Submit! Or I'll keep doing this!"

"No!"

I took one of my hands then, and slapped each of her tits twice, before grabbing one of her tantalizing nipples and twisted it. Clarisse moaned while her legs thrashed about, though this was more a sign of her horniness than an attempt to get away. People were now bending over backwards trying not to laugh.

I now put one of my hands backwards, and using a little of my newly divine strength (not enough for anyone to get suspicious though) I ripped Clarisse's jeans away, revealing her simple white panties. And while she thrashed her legs about, it's obvious for the audience to see how wet and turned on she was. I put my hand between her legs and began rubbing, and Clarisse's mewls echoed through the arena.

"Submit!"

"Nnnghhh."

"Submit! Accept that I'm right, that I'm a superior being to your father. Or I will stop!"

"NO!" Clarisse shouted suddenly alarmed. She got a little taste of paradise and got hooked on it, and now she's unwilling to let it go no matter what. "You were right! I submit! You are better! I'll say anything you want but PLEASE JUST FUCK ME!"

A thunderstruck silence filled the arena, before the laughter and howling broke into it. Ares stood and glared, but no one cared at this point. He's a joke now. He suddenly disappeared in a haze of white mist, too embarrassed to face the crowds, and the laughing got even more intense.

I stood up with a smile, freeing Clarisse to move. She slowly stood up as if coming out of a trace, before fully realizing just how much is showing off and the people are laughing at her face as well. Face red as a tomato, she quickly covered her tits and ran under the arena, her panty clad butt cheeks jiggling as sand fall off them, as people jeered at her from all sides. I felt bad for her, but only a little bit. In the new world that will soon be born, being one of my sluts will be a celebrated accomplishment, the highest honour a woman can strive for, and she would be remembered as a hero of my conquest of Olympus. Plus she did a good job today that I decided to finally award the poor girl what she has wanted for so long and fuck her tonight.

Once Hera declared me the champion, I bowed my head to her, picked up my sword and armour and walked off the arena. As people streamed past the game, chatting excitedly about the best fun they've had in a millennia, I saw Hephaestus lounging under a pillar in a secluded spot, and walked over to him.

"Well you've certainly passed my expectations," the blacksmith god said as I walked over to him. "You gave the sheep the entertainment they crave without giving into the pressure of spilling blood."

"No but plenty of other liquids spilled into that sand, I assure you." I said.

Hephaestus shook his head while smiling wryly at my admittedly bad joke. "Well..."

"I promised you payment for your services."

Hephaestus flinched. "I really hate calling it that."

I smiled and snapped my fingers. "Now we just have to wait." I said. I had implanted triggers in Thetes' mind, which would be activated the moment I snap my fingers. In the end, I didn't have to change much of her mind at all. She really did love Hephaestus a lot, probably more than any other person in the world, and I just enhanced it and... twisted it a little bit.

And in just a few moments, Thetis came gliding at our direction. "And there you are!" she said cheerfully, while grabbing Hephaestus' arm and pressing her self against him. "That was a very impressive performance, Director."

"Thank you my lady."

"I saw my boy's gifts serving you well."

"You shouldn't say such things in public Thetis." Hephaestus grumbled, looking around uneasily.

"Oh you aren't fooling anyone by staying silent. I saw your craftsmanship the moment he stepped into the arena." Thetis then looked at me." He was always such a talented young man," she crooned, while stroking his chin. They could be the signs of an over affectionate and a little bit inappropriate mother... but every action of hers subtly promised more. Hephaestus meanwhile was wide eyed and almost trembling with anticipation... I guess those are the symptoms of pining for someone for thousands of years knowing that you won't get her, but ending up getting her in the end anyway.

"Well I would love to stay and hang out more, but my whole body is aching so I better get some rest. And didn't you say you had to show Hephaestus something, my lady?"

"Oh yes it's in my bedroom. Come on dear, it can't wait." Thetis said while tugging Hephaestus' sleeve.

The god looked at me with wide eyes. Earlier there was comradery and friendship there, but now there was respect and awe. He bowed low to me, without any compulsion on his mind, straightened up, gave my arm a speechless, friendly pat and followed his mother figure whom he would fuck soon.

I smiled as I watched them go. It felt genuinely good to help a kindred soul. And I felt even better as I saw my friends run up to me, though I could see the concern in their eyes. I can see why that's the case. No matter my personal feelings about him, I just antagonized a major Olympian in an unforgivable way. But the thing about Ares is that when he's angry he makes mistakes, and I need his guard down for the next part of my plan as it enters its final stage.

Author's Note - Hey guys, I know it has been another long break, but I really hope this extra long chapter makes up for it. I would really like to hear your thoughts on this one, specially the fight scene, as it is my first ever fight scene ever! Hope you had a good time with this!