In a bit.

Christiane looked around taking a break from making out with her fellow model of france Iris. She was older; in fact, she technically was closer to being a girl than she was comfortable admitting. Her much younger colleague needed no moment of respit, so once it was clear that she wasn't going to continue swapping cum as they groped each other, Iris immediately moved in to having fun with the nearest woman next to her.

Which had been another model, the two going down to the ground in a pile of mashed limbs and sticky juices. Christiane continued to take in the raw debuchary going around her, taking it all in with a smile. She, as Miss Universe, was new to such things. She must be sure if her youth is being taken to adult parties and acting as the army candy as well as being white to several famous men. Though this time was different, this wasn't something put on to appease the movers and shakers of the world.

Now they were doing this for themselves to appease the one who had brought them here and was so great. She looked at models whose days on front pages were gone and others whose modeling journey had just started, and she knew the fate of all of them. They would serve the master as she would and in return would know a place of belonging that was usually impossible for pretty whores like themselves.

She looked up at her master, who was being pleased on the flesh pyramid of temptation and lust. She gave a happy smile that he probably didn't see, and they proceeded to get into the nearest pile of women. Losing herself in the sensation of being groped by experienced hands and tasting her master's delicious cum. At the foot of the flesh pyramid, kneeled Mary, the modern-day Helen of Troy.

She was touching herself, keeping her ass high in the air as she ground her head into the cave's floor. She was praying to her god in a low whisper. "Defile us, great man; every woman here is your toy. Let this old whore see the greatness of you stealing the woman of the Mediterranean. Let me hear them cry out their loyalty and your greatness." Mary whispered, touching herself and grinding her head in her tits in the dirt.

Mary had been a great beauty. In her younger days, compared to a dozen different beauties in Greek legends. She had loved the attention it brought her. The money and comfort that became her right as the richest men in Greece tried their damnedest to have them be theirs to no avail. Then it all went away as she got older. She was still beautiful but not as much as she had once been, and the competition had been devastating.

The Amazons had come onto the scene, and Wonder Woman had them proceeded to steal the whole damn show. Since the Amazon's island was hidden somewhere in middle of the Mediterranean Sea, Wonder Woman was constantly being seen coming and going. What made it even worse was that Amazons were gifted with eternal beauty from the goddess Aphrodite. How was Mary supposed to compete with a woman who would be as beautiful at two hundred twenty as they were at twenty, while she seemed to gain a new wrinkle every month.

Her God had changed that as she had been taken by the sea creatures she had been afraid. She had been convinced she was going to be torn apart and digested by the monsters. She had been wrong; she had been blessed. Not only had she gained the ability to breathe underwater, but her body had been restored. She had felt her skin getting better, her breasts losing their sag, and her ass getting tight.

Just as Aphrodite had blessed her daughters, her god had blessed her. For this blessing, her loyalty and devotion were eternal. She created a great church where all the women of the world would know beauty is eternal and worship the god that had given it to them. She couldn't hold it in and came to the thought of destroying the old temples to create a greater one for her god.

Queen Ann Marie watched her daughters and granddaughters engage in debauchery with their new god the one that has saved them. They'd been going on a trip to try and have family time. Sadly, most of her children and grandchildren couldn't make it or at least said they couldn't. It wasn't helped either that those who had shown up were clearly more concerned with having fun on the yacht than spending a single moment together.

It would have made her depressed if she hadn't honestly expected it in the end. She'd never been able to form a proper bond with her family. It was just the problem Royals had in this new world. They had no power but still had a lot of responsibilities. They were paraded around at events and had to meet strict standards in everything they did. She'd had to spend more time helping coordinate events than spending time raising her own children.

Honestly, her children had thought the nannies were their mothers for a good portion of their childhood, and she couldn't say it was turning out different for her grandchildren. It hadn't been different for her either; being the princess of Denmark, she'd been raised the same way. No, though, for the first time in over a decade, she saw love and affection in her children's and grandchildren's eyes as they looked at each other while pleasing their new god.

He had given them a true gift far beyond what had been attainable for her and any other of the mascot royalty that had existed for decades. He helped them find the family that they were always meant to be. It was sad that her sons and grandsons were not going to be able to enjoy the gift their god was giving them, but she saw those who would.

She found herself losing to pleasure at the thought of what was to come. A temple to their new god, the father. A place where her daughters and granddaughters would worship him. Where abondoned daughters and broken mothers would come to find the family they had lost or never had in his arms. She came to the thought of it all moaning out like a woman half her age.

Condiment Wizard sat there in his strange throne, seeing and hearing all the women around the room. He heard praises, promises, and oaths from hundreds of women and wondered to himself if perhaps things had gotten a bit too big and out of hand. Before that question could be answered, events were unfolding elsewhere that needed attention.