She goes further

Athena staggered, her breaths ragged, her perfect hourglass figure glistening under the dim light of Morgan’s chamber. Her flawless alabaster skin was marred only by the faint red welts left by Morgan’s whip and cane, her divine form on full display. Her ample, gravity-defying G-cup breasts rose and fell with each labored breath, their soft, polished perfection only emphasized by the way they caught the light. Her bubblegum-pink nipples stood erect against the cool air, a testament to her body's heightened sensitivity after the fight.

Morgan approached slowly, her emerald eyes roaming over Athena’s exquisite form with a mixture of admiration and triumph. “You truly are a marvel, Athena,” she murmured, her voice dripping with both mockery and awe. “No wonder the gods held you in such high regard. Such beauty, such power… but all of it is mine now.”

Athena clenched her fists, her steely blue and violet-hued eyes narrowing despite the lingering blindness. Her long, amaranth-colored hair, tousled from the struggle, framed her face and cascaded down her back like a fiery waterfall, glinting with an otherworldly radiance. Even in her **** state, there was an undeniable majesty to her, a presence that defied the humiliation she faced.

Morgan held up the enchanted collar, its dark metal glinting ominously. With a flourish, she clasped it around Athena’s slender neck. The moment it clicked into place, a surge of magical energy coursed through the goddess's body, eliciting a gasp from her lips.

“What… is this?” Athena hissed, her English-accented voice trembling with both anger and fear. She tried to step forward, but the collar activated instantly. A bolt of energy rippled through her body, her legs giving out beneath her as she collapsed to her knees with a cry of pain.

The enchantment wasn’t just painful—it was overwhelming. Every muscle in her toned, perfectly sculpted frame was rendered useless as the magical pulses worked in tandem, pinning her to the ground. Her heart-shaped, luscious buttocks pressed against the cold floor, trembling slightly as she struggled to regain control. Her slender waist and toned stomach quivered, a testament to her unyielding willpower even as her body betrayed her.

Morgan crouched down, her cane tapping lightly against the floor as she observed the defeated goddess. “The collar is enchanted to punish disobedience,” she explained with a wicked smile. “And trust me, darling, the more you resist, the more… unpleasant it will become.”

Athena gritted her teeth, her pearlescent lips curling in defiance even as her body trembled under the collar’s unrelenting grip. “You’ll regret this, Morgan,” she spat, though her voice lacked its usual commanding edge.

Morgan chuckled, reaching out to run a finger down Athena’s cheek. “Oh, I don’t think I will. In fact, I think I’ll enjoy breaking you.”

Athena’s cheeks flushed, her body betraying her once more as the warmth of Morgan’s touch sent an unbidden shiver down her spine. She clenched her thighs together, her taut, alabaster thighs pressing tightly as if to shield herself from further degradation. But the collar’s energy flared again, forcing her legs apart with an electric jolt.

Morgan leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Athena’s ear as she whispered, “The mighty Athena, brought to her knees. Tell me, how does it feel to be at my mercy?”

Athena didn’t respond, her jaw tightening as she fought against the shame threatening to overwhelm her. Her body, crafted by the gods themselves to be a beacon of strength and beauty, now lay bare and **** before her captor. The world-renowned star tattoo on her shoulder, her delicate belly piercing, and the perfect curves of her hips—all of it was now exposed, every inch a testament to her divine perfection.

Morgan rose to her feet, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. She flicked her whip lightly against Athena’s shoulder, eliciting a sharp gasp from the goddess. “I could get used to this,” she mused, circling Athena like a predator savoring its prey. “But for now, let’s see how long you last with the collar’s full power.”

She raised her hand, and the collar flared to life again. Athena cried out, her body arching as the magical energy coursed through her once more. Her fiery hair fanned out around her like a halo, her ethereal beauty undiminished even in defeat.

Despite the pain, a spark of defiance still burned in Athena’s mystical eyes. “This… isn’t over,” she managed to gasp, her voice a mixture of pain and determination.

Morgan chuckled darkly, running her fingers along the length of her cane. “Oh, my dear, it’s far from over. This is only the beginning.”