The High Priestess, and four others

The Altar of Athena is carved from a solid block of polished white marble roughly waist high, one pace wide and twice that in length. It stands on a raised dais and deep grooves run along the edge of the slightly convex surface to catch the blood from the daily sacrifices and collect it in a basin at the base of the alter. Unlike the sacrificial altars of Mars, this alter is scrubbed completely cleaned after each use. In the warrior temples that you frequent, the layers of dried blood accumulate for days and even months before the black crust is scraped from the platform with great ceremony. However, this altar is spotless, as clean and white as the day it was first installed over a thousand years ago if the words of the priestesses can be believed.

A shriek of panic draws your attention to one of the younger acolytes who has been stripped of her white tunic by Grettionius, the largest hoplite in your squad. She is one of the prettier captives, a petite blonde with plump round tits and a lovely hips; the sheildman has a thick arm wrapped around her slender waist and carries her easily into one of the side chapels as she kicks and squirms futilely.

"He'll have her screaming with pleasure soon enough my Lord." Adriana is by your side excited by the multiple scenes of men overpowering the chaste virgins of the temple. Gesturing to the five beautiful women that you picked out she continues. “Which of these are you going to start with?” Before you stands the High Priestess herself, still beautiful through some arcane miracle or divine gift. By all accounts the woman is over sixty years in age but she looks no older than thirty, by her side stands a slender blonde woman with the robes of a full priestess.

Behind the two full priestesses three of the much younger acolytes refused to meet your gaze. Their pure white robes revealed their smooth shoulders much of their young bosoms and all of their legs from well above their knees to the tips of their pretty toes. You chose the three for variety, Cassiopeia's red-headed friend, a golden-skinned woman with jet black hair and a dark-skinned Nubian whose muscular frame, high cheekbones and short hair intrigued you.

“Chain them.” You direct the four willing members of your growing **** train and watch with interest as the women each pick a woman to bind. Cassiopeia moves behind the redhead drawing her wrists together behind her back gently. Erina is too stunned to protest as her friend and confidante clicks the iron manacles around her wrists, and then brushes the waves of hair that flowed over her shoulders behind her neck exposing the fair skin of the girl’s throat.

The contrast between the pale freckled skin of the acolyte and the dark brown of the Nubian that Adriana was binding is as different as the treatment the two women received. Unlike Erina, the dark skinned novice does not submit without a fight; as Adriana approaches, the acolyte swings wildly at the aristocrat’s face. Once again you see evidence of Adriana’s martial abilities; even though the Nubian captive is a full hand taller than her and outweighs her by a substantial amount, Adriana is able to capture the untrained punch and spin the woman around onto her knees where she ignores the mechanism of the manacles and tightly wraps the chain that accompanied the clasps around the subdued woman’s arms.

By this time Sophia is finishing with the lithe blonde priestess. She had secured the woman’s hands together in front of her and then, after tossing the end of the chain over the outstretched spear-arm of the statue of Athena she is lifting the priestess into a delightful pose stretched high on her toes.

“You will pay for this defilement!” The High Priestess protests in vain as she watches the sack of her temple. “Athena will not sit by idly while you and your Helios scum take what no mortal man may claim!” Swiftly you seize the High Priestess’ slender wrists and bind them behind her back with the gold chain of office from her neck. You turn her slowly so she cannot miss the sight of your men who are indeed taking the exquisite vestal virgins of the temple, spreading their thighs and making them squeal as their cocks ventured into their prize's holy-of-holies; no **** you can conceive of, neither mortal nor divine, is going to stop your war hardened veterans once they have started. From every corner of the great central room of the temple the cries of maids becoming women fill the sanctuary. Under the stern eyes of the statue of Athena herself, priestesses and acolytes sworn to her service are now being used by your men for their pleasure.

“It looks like your patron goddess has abandoned you.” You proclaim loudly so all could hear. “Athena is the goddess of wisdom and justice as well as warfare.” The blonde priestess hanging from Sophia’s chains looks down in shame. “It seems that the actions of her city and temple over these past dozen years have not met with her approval.” Then adding more quietly so only the woman in your arms could hear. “Maybe if you had been less interested in having these pretty little morsels licking your cunt and more interested in the will of Athena, this might never have come to be.” Raising your voice again you announce to the assembled collection of warriors, priestesses and acolytes.

“It is time for a new blood sacrifice to stain the white marble of the alter of Athena!” Looking back at the four captives in chains you notice Nicia licking the neck of the golden skinned novice from the Eastern desert Sultanate erotically. Her eyes shine with excitement as they meet yours.

“This one tastes sweet my lord, so innocent but so ripe.” Her hands grope at the young acolyte’s ample tits as she speaks. “I think she’d be a perfect sacrifice to bloody the great alter!”

Pushing the newly bound priestess over to join your other selections you look over the five women before you. So many different shades of skin tone and hair, ranging in age from Cassiopeia’s young friend to the ageless beauty of the High Priestess. The choices include several different body shapes to choose from, from the long slender body of the blonde priestess hanging from Athena’s arms to the full breasts and round ass of the golden skinned acolyte that Nicia is fondling and the athletic body of the dark Nubian.

“Are you really going to take them on the alter?” Cassiopeia is clearly uneasy at the idea of using the holy alter in this fashion, maybe somewhere else would be more prudent.