Hera and Athena met the goddess of love in one of the countless temples on Mount Olympus.

"What is it?" asked Aphrodite, entering the hall at a slow pace.

"My dear, millennia have now passed since that imbecile Paris chose you to be the most beautiful of the three of us. We demand a rematch."

"Hahaha. And you think you'll get off better this time? With pleasure. Which handsome fellow do you want to decide this time? Brad Pitt? Chris Hemsworth? Or that good-looking guy who writes those sadistic stories on the internet?"

"We won't make that mistake a second time. This time we'll let a girl decide"

"A girl? Alright. Who do you have in mind...?

It was evening when Lena returned from ballet. She went straight into the shower and let the warm water run down her body. The girl felt every muscle, exhausted, yet satisfied. Wonderful.

After drying off, she put on her soft red plaid pyjama pants. With bare breasts, she stood in front of the mirror and brushed her teeth. Her athletic body was in top shape. Then she put on the matching top with a button closure. She didn't close it all the way, so her nipples protruded slightly.

Finally, she dropped into the soft bed and read some more in her book on criminal law. But she didn't last long, put the book aside and opened her mobile phone. Again, a bunch of simps who had liked her last posts. But no message from him. That cute guy from the lecture. She only had his profile picture, he himself hadn't posted anything.

He's so well built, has such nice sassy short hair. He seems so confident, and his voice is so deep when he talks. Why didn't he approach her? Surely, he had to feel Lena's gaze. Was he seeing someone else? Why didn't he post anything? That's weird. All people post the important things about their lives. Why was he so strange?

After staring at his profile picture, Lena put her phone aside and turned off the light. Then she lay down on her stomach and reached under her pyjama pants with both hands. The girl began to stimulate herself. The weight of her body made Lena feel more friction on her clitoris. She imagined herself lying in her bed and being slowly but firmly staked by the handsome guy. Deeper and deeper.

Yes... yes...!

She would get on her knees before him. She would do anything for him. He would be allowed to do anything to her. The thought of his strong big hands stroking her naked body. Then he would grab her by the neck and press her firmly into the mattress. She would try to resist, as if she wanted to escape. But it would be in vain. He would insert his shaft into her and fuck her mercilessly until he shot all his seed into her soft vagina. She tensed her muscles.

Her pyjama bottoms were dripping. Softly she moaned. The girl sank deeper and deeper into her fantasies and passed seamlessly into sweet slumber.

Lena felt soft grass under her bare feet. She looked around. The girl was standing in the middle of a beautiful grove. The sun shone warmly through the leaves, the wind rustled through the treetops. Birds were chirping sweetly.

Then she recognised the three women in front of her. They were dressed in white robes. One of them had a helmet with a plume of feathers on her head. The next had a peacock standing at her feet. The third carried a small hand mirror in her right hand.

Lena looked down at herself. She was still wearing only her red pyjamas. Her breasts also still stood out. She was about to close the top buttons when the woman with the peacock started talking:

"That won't be necessary, Lena".

"Who are you? What is this place?"

"My dear, you are standing before the most beautiful goddesses of Olympus. And you are in the place where a fool made a grave mistake over three thousand years ago. But none of that need concern you. Here, look."

Hera pulled out a golden apple. On it were the words, "To the fairest one."

"Look at us, girl, and decide: which of us is the most beautiful?"

"But you are all beautiful. I don't want to offend anyone."

"You're studying law, Lena. You should learn to make decisions. Give the apple to the most beautiful. Don't worry, none of us will take revenge on you out of jealousy."

Lena took the apple. Then she looked at the goddesses. Athena pulled off her helmet and revealed her face. The young mortal glared at her. Her ear rustled. What was that? A voice. Her voice. But she did not move her mouth. It was as if it was sitting in her head.

"Smart girl, give me the apple. I know how much you struggle with your studies. Give it to me and you will know everything. You will be able to write your exams without preparation. You'll be top of your class. You'll embarrass your professors. Give it to me!"

Lena looked at the woman with the peacock. Again, a voice in her ear. This time, that of Hera.

"Lena, give it to me. I give you strength and skill. I will make you the most gifted ballerina of all times. Your competitors will burst into tears of jealousy. Do you want to see that? Then give it to me Lena, give it to me!"

Finally, Lena looked at the goddess with the mirror. Her voice rang out in a delicate whisper.

"My dear, if you give me the apple and then look at your phone, you will find a message from your desired boy next to a million new followers. He will be crazy about you. You have my word."

Lena's eyes widened. Once more she let her eyes roam over the other two goddesses. But her mind was made up. Slowly she stretched out her arm and handed the apple to Aphrodite. The goddess of love accepted it. Her face lit up in absolute triumph. She turned to the other two Olympians who stared at her in disbelief.

Aphrodite did not speak a word. She casually threw the apple into the air, caught it again, winked at the other two and in the next moment fizzled out in a pink cloud. Out of the haze, which smelled sweetly of roses, flew a dozen butterflies of all colours.

Lena paid no attention to them. She felt her mobile phone in the breast pocket of her pyjamas and pulled it out. Her heart skipped a beat. Her chin dropped. Indeed. A million followers. And a new message in her inbox.

Do you have any plans for next weekend?

The butterflies in Lena's stomach ran amok. This was the happiest moment of her life. It couldn't be true. What had she done to deserve this luck?

A moment later she regained her composure. She looked up. The two goddesses were staring at her. Their faces white with anger. A shiver ran down Lena's spine. Was it just her imagination, or had it suddenly become darker?

"A... all right. A... and how do I get back home now?"

The mobile phone in her hand had disappeared.

" On your knees!"

"W... what?"

Lena felt her legs no longer obeying her. It seemed as if invisible forces were pulling her to the ground. The next moment she felt the soft gras beneath her knees.

"Wait! You... you promised you wouldn't hurt me because of my decision!"

"True."

Then, wordlessly, Hera stepped towards the girl kneeling in front of her and let her dress fall from her shoulders. Only wearing her sandals, the goddess stood before her. Lena wanted to look away, but the same force that had brought her to her knees now forced her to gaze straight ahead. She stared directly at the goddess' fine vagina. Hera let the pleasure last a few seconds.

"Athena, can you believe it? This wretched mortal dares to look at my naked body. She didn't even have the decency to close her eyes. I want to see her head roll for that."

"With pleasure," said Athena, drawing a sword.

"What?!? You can't be serious! You made me do it! I didn't mean to..."

"'Bow your head!"

"No! You can't do this! Aphrodite, help me!"

"Maybe she would help you if the little bitch wasn't busy running all over Olympus showing everyone that fucking apple..."

"No! Please. Please! I didn't want to see you naked! I'll make it up to you!"

All she got in response was the force pressing her head down. She stared at Hera's sandals as she offered her neck to Athena's sword. The goddess of wisdom stepped up beside her. From the corner of her eye, Lena could see the sharp blade in her hand.

"Wait! I give it to you! You are the most beautiful! Do you hear me? You are the most beautiful!"

Hera enjoyed her begging.

"Off with her head!"

Lena's plea died the moment she felt Athena put the cool sword against her bare neck. The blood froze in her veins.

The goddess raised the blade.

The paralysed girl could not say another word. Sweat ran down her neck as she mustered all her strength to jump up and run away. But she was powerless. She could not move. With every heartbeat she came closer to being beheaded. She was trapped. The fear of death was driving her out of her mind.

But her body began to respond to the danger in its own way. Lena's vagina was soaking wet. With every second she waited to lose her head, she got closer to discharge.

Just one more moment...

Athena brought down the sword.

Lena's head fell straight from her neck, dropped to the ground, rolled some more and finally came to a stop at Hera's feet. Her headless body lunged forward as if trying to recapture the falling head. The girl's heart sent hot blood shooting from her neatly cut neck with its final beat. Hera got goosebumps as a few warm drops hit her legs and feet.

Satisfied, the two goddesses looked at the dead girl. The eyes and mouth of the decapitated girl were slightly open. Lena had paid with her head for the goddesses' little game.