The teen slave angled her head upwards and raised one arm as if reaching for the stars, her other hand held palm-upwards and fingers pointing outwards at waist level, her arm about forty-five degrees from her body. The pose she would remain in for the rest of her physical existence, long after her mortal life had ended. The doors at the front of the dome now closed and there was an audible click as the magnetic locks engaged.

“Ready to show off your power, Mighty Zeus?” Rowan asked Nep with a cheeky giggle.

“What do you mean?” the fascinated and aroused young boy asked, eyes still locked on the three naked girls who were about to die, in the case of one to provide a keep-sake for him and for the other two, for no reason other than to provide entertainment.

“You’ll see!” Rowan urged him. “Stand in the middle like I did and raise your hands. That will be the signal for things to start. When they do, and trust me, you’ll know when they do, count in your head to fifteen then make fists and smash them together in front of you. You know, like the Hulk does when he wants to create a shock-wave?

Intrigued but no less confused and assuming that, by this stage and under the circumstances, nobody would judge the prominent tent at the front of his toga, Nep did as Rowan had said. As soon as he raised his arms, the glass balls at the top of each column began to glow, then to crackle with electricity like the lab equipment in a Frankenstein movie. When he reached then, he balled his hands into fists and at fifteen brought them together dramatically. As he did so, blue-white electricity arched down the wires from the glass balls to the top of the dome, creating a shower of sparks and earning Nep, as well as the effect he had triggered, another round of applause. The electricity continued to arch up and down the cables as the insides of the brass ribs of the dome began to glow. The white powder coating the teen began to turn grey but far more fascinating for Nep, who resumed his seat next to Rowan, holding her hand as he watched this unexpected encore, were the two naked slaves who knelt either side of her, holding out the skulls on ropes in front of them.

As he watched, eyes wide and boyhood standing at full attention, the girls began to sweat, drips forming on then trickling down their foreheads and chests, running down their taught bellies and finding a path around their vulva before dripping onto the floor below. The pair wore expressions of blissful calm on their faces, their smiles those of those who have just achieved their greatest dream or at least know that their victory is within touching distance. The heat within the dome increased rapidly and they showed only a hint of discomfort as their skin turned pink, then an angry red and began to blister. It was only when both the ropes that they were holding and the hair on their heads caught fire that they began to scream in pain but those screams were quickly cut short as their skin blackened then began to flake. Less than ten minutes after Nep had caused the lightning strike, the charred skeletons that had been the two slave girls collapsed and continued to break down as the heat within the dome first matched then exceeded that of a crematorium and the statue turned darker and darker shades of grey then finally black as the girl inside it was reduced to ash. The altar was drawn back down into the stage and the audience were invited to come and take a closer look, although warned not to touch or even to get within six inches of the glass and bronze dome.

After thirty minutes, the electricity shopped and the dome began to cool. When it was deemed safe to do so, two of Melanie’s team opened the doors and went inside to fish around in the piles of black and grey ash until, among it and the occasional charred bone fragments, they found the skulls of the goddesses and carried them out. To Nep’s delight, these were cleaned with linen cloths, removing the black patina and revealing that they were now gleaming gold beneath.

“We’re donating those to your school.” Rowan grinned. “They can be used as trophies or in plays or just as really cool Halloween decorations!” Nep nodded happily but was now watching as the statue, his memento of the day, which half an hour earlier had been a living, breathing and apparently very happy, beautiful teenage girl was brushed down then cleaned, revealing her perfectly preserved form, right down to the hairs of her head and pores of her skin, in a white finish even purer than the powder that had been used for her transformation. “Come, husband!” Rowan stood and took Nep’s hand. “I have a feeling you’re really going to like this bit!”

With all the guests now safely back in their seats, Rowan led Nep down the steps and approached the statue with him.

“She looks like me, doesn’t she?” she smiled. “When you just see the features and not the colouring?” Nep looked from one to the other and was forced to agree. No, they would not have been mistaken for twins but their faces were a similar shape, as were their breasts and their figures and features over all. Carefully, smiling at Nep, Rowan began to remove her jewellery piece by piece, placing it in equivalent position on the statue. With an impish sparkle in her eye, she undid the clasp which held her toga closed at the hip and slipped it off, leaving herself completely naked apart from her sandals, then dressed the statue in her royal finary. Nep could not resist looking the beautiful, athletic eighteen year old up and down, noting the small, neat patch of dark hair between her legs and wondering if she wore it as a badge of distinction, to show that she was not on the menu. To the delight and rapturous applause of the audience, she took his face in her hands just as she had done with the slave girl and kissed him with a passion that Nep had never believed possible until that moment. He remembered a cartoon where a pretty girl had kissed the hero so hard that his socks had blasted off his feet and he was almost certain that that’s what would have happened to him if he had been wearing any!

Still holding Nep’s hand, Rowan waved and blew kisses to the audience as the dome and pillars sank back down, encouraging him to do the same, then led him back towards the steps which opened up as they had before with billowing smoke and a bright light behind then led him inside.

“Wow! That was amazing!” Nep gasped once they were safely back-stage. “I guess I should go shower now and get changed now? You’ll want to get dressed and…” Once again, Rowan put a soft finger on his lips to silence him.

“Not so fast!” she smiled, licking her lips slightly. “You and I have some unfinished business!” Nep gulped and looked nervous as well as a little confused. “Well for a start,” Rowan teased him, “you’ve seen me up close completely naked so we need to even that score! I’ll help you out of that costume then make sure you get nice and clean in the shower then, well,” she gave a slightly wolfish smile, “I was checking out their prop-store earlier and they have this bed shaped like a clam-shell which looks super comfy!” Seeing the look of near panic on Nep’s face she tried not to giggle but walked her fingers up his chest. “Don’t worry!” she assured him. “I’m not trying to tie you down! You’ve got a long life and a lot of loves ahead of you, but my job here today is to be your wife, and I can’t have you thinking I neglected my duties, can I?” Nep nodded weakly, subtly pinching his arm to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, then allowed Rowan to take his hand again and lead him towards the dressing room.


The End