Subject: Revised "Hercules: Hero to Zero" by MC Woodsmoke (mc MBeastFFF)
From: woodsmok@gte.net (MC Woodsmoke)
Date: 11 Sep 1997 06:08:22 GMT
Message-id: <5v81sm$rdh$1@gte2.gte.net>
Celeste's reviewer missed my refs to this
summers Disney movie. Oh well. I couldn't
find the spelling errors but I did make some
changes to the last section to slow it down a
bit. Maybe it's better... maybe not.
Trying to straighten out the mixed origins of
Hercules between Disney, WB and Bullfinch.
Well I mixed a little Disney with Adventures
or Hercules with Xena Warrior Princess. Let
us see what we get.
If this really sucks write me and tell me
what sucked. I really want to know. Thnx.
If you liked it, I wouldn't mind knowing
that too. Thnx twice.
woodsmok@gte.net
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All Characters, Situations, And Locations Are
Purely Fictional. Mind control is fictional,
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TITLE: Hero to Zero
“Momma!” the twelve Muses wailed “we are
sick to death of having to charge all over
the damn countryside proclaiming, HERCULES IS
A HERO!!”
“Everyone is singing his praises just as
Zeus demanded” said Aoede, the Muse of Song.
“I’ve made sure his heroics have been
recorded, history will remember him.” Clio,
the Muse of history, added.
“We’ve done our jobs Momma” Calliope, Muse
of Epic Poetry, the eldest and most serious
of the Muses summed up for all her sisters.
“Unfortunately, Zeus doesn’t seem to think
it’s enough. He has ordered us to proclaim
this kid every time he saves a kitten, or
breaks wind. We are sick of it! Okay he’s a
HERO already! Get over it!”.
Mnemosyne listened to the honest and
aggrieved complaints of her daughters. Zeus
was currently the Supreme Deity in the
Pantheon of Olympus, but he wasn’t the oldest
and wasn’t the wisest by far. She had
watched the quick and epic rise of Zeus’s boy
with a bit of chagrin. After all, even if
Zeus liked to forget the fact he was a
Titan’s son, she hadn’t. Having his son,
Hercules, beat them back after Hades freed
them was pushing artistic irony to its
limits. The girls had screamed about that
too. She could see his manipulative little
schemes in the whole wild event.
It seemed unfair to her. Zeus never
seemed to give his daughters by her, the
Muses, the kind of attention and praise he
was now raining on this new “Prince of
Power”. Maybe it was time she threw a little
wrench into her nephew and former husband’s
plans.
Shooing her daughters away, she promised
them that she would look into their
complaints and see what she could do.
Already a plan had begun to form. It would
allow her to curtail Hercules heroics, and
keep her involvement so hidden, that no one,
including Zeus, would ever suspect her.
Being the Goddess of Memory it was relatively
easy to make sure that others did what you
wanted them to but then forgot why they were
doing it. She’d already done Zeus one favor
by making Hera, his current wife, and sister,
forget that Hercules wasn’t actually her son.
The real mother was a human which made
Hercules a demi-god at best. She considered
just letting that little secret slip to Hera.
Hera would be bound to hate the boy then.
With the queen of the gods against him, it
wasn’t likely that Hercules would need much
more than an obituary written about him
afterwards. Mnemosyne considered it, but
decided that, revealing his true origins was
a little drastic. She just wanted him
disgraced not dead.
Mnemosyne put in a call to Venus, Goddess
of Love and Beauty. The pretty little ditz
would be the perfect pawn. She had an ego
the size of Olympus and Zeus secretly lusted
after his little girls sweet body. His
incestual urges would cloud his judgment. He
would never suspect her of thwarting him, and
plotting against her pure hearted half-
brother Hercules. Even if he did ascertain
Venus’ part in Hercules’ downfall he wouldn’t
look any further. Thoughts of punishing
Venus, in his own kinky way, would sweep all
thoughts of coconspirators from his lofty
little head.
Two days later:
Hercules had just returned from Sparti.
He had been asked to attend and host the new
games of Olympus there. It had been a hard
journey both to and from the games. Pegasus
had been reluctant to leave the Fields of
Olympus lately. He was wooing a new herd of
mares. This had left his friend to his feet
and his thumb. As always he had many
adventures both going and returning. He had
saved two villages, one from a Giant and
another from a flock of Harpy’s. On his
return trip he had helped a small village
defend itself from a huge mercenary band that
had been terrorizing the area. It had been a
dangerous battle and many more villagers
would have died if not for the timely help of
his new friends, Xena and Gabrielle.
He had invited Xena and Gabrielle to visit
his home in Thebes and meet his new wife
Megara. He hoped she wouldn’t mind. He was
still feeling his way into this marriage
thing. He wasn’t confidant that he had a
clue as to how to be a good husband. Walking
up to his palatial home he could hear Meg
arguing with Phil in the back garden.
Hercules rushed to find his wife. He had
missed her greatly and couldn’t wait to hold
her in his arms again. Only two things
really mattered to Hercules anymore; loving
Meg and helping others. He hoped he had been
a good husband to his beautiful wife these
last two month’s. It was sometimes difficult
to find a balance between his obligations to
Meg as a husband and the expectations of the
world for him to be a Hero. He knew it irked
her when he rushed off to defeat some monster
when she had prepared a special meal or
surprise for him. It sometimes seemed that
he couldn’t walk a hundred yards without
another villain or monster popping up. He
was beginning to suspect his father, Zeus, of
throwing obstacles in his path, to increase
Hercules’ fame and thereby increase the glory
that Zeus gained as his father.
As he led the two ladies towards the sound
of Phil and Meg’s rising voices, Hercules
winced a bit, recognizing their argument. He
knew most of it by heart.
Phil leaned against a column and addressed
Meg with a condescending tone. “I say he
needs to train some more. Did you know, that
he was barely able to throw a five ton
boulder the other day. You’re making him
soft!”.
“Listen Goatman!, You can take your Buns
of Bronze videos and put them in Tarturus for
all I care. I want some time alone with
Hercules. You can go spend a week in the
countryside chasing Nymphs and grazing really
short grass, for all of me. Catch a clue
Phil, he doesn’t need anymore HERO training!
What he needs to do is spend a little more
time in Husband training!” Meg leaned all
the way over and managed to wave a finger in
front of the hairy Satyr’s face.
Grumbling barely under his breath Phil
said “Husband training Heh! You already got
him by the balls, Babe. What else does, the
poor smuck, need to be trained to do?”
Coming through the main house and out the
back Hercules announced, “Meg, Love, I’m
home, and I’ve brought some friends for a
short visit. I hope you don’t mind?”
Meg rushed to her husband and leapt into
his arms. He caught her and drew her into a
gentle embrace. Meg could tell that Herc was
slightly embarrassed to be so intimate with
his new wife in front of the Warrior woman
and her companion. * Well she wasn’t going
to have that *. With a sexy smile she said,
“Is that a Spartan Spear in your pocket, or
are you just glad to see me?” She covered
his confused and then embarrassed face with
hers and kissed him soundly. She felt him
fight it and then give in to her. He kissed
her back with as much passion and desire as
she felt for him. He tightened his embrace
and lost himself in the sweet feel of her
body pressed to his.
“Oy Vey!” Phil groused turning and walking
back into the house. “Someone call me when
the big Wuss is ready to practice his
Multiple Monster Battle Strategy. It’s easy
to see who wears the short skirt and sandals
in this family”.
Breaking her lip lock with Herc, Meg
called after Phil in a resigned tone, “If you
really think he’s out of shape,....hummfff...
then you can have him tomorrow.” Admitting
it to herself and Phil she said “As long as
he’s going to keep being a Hero I want you
keep him ready for anything.”
“If you really need work on MMBS Hercules,
I could give you a few pointers” Xena
offered. This just ticked Phil off more and
he stalked into the house. Like most Satyrs,
Phil had a basic belief that women were good
for one thing. Xena, a heroic warrior woman,
seemed like a total oddity to him. His real
concern though was this idea that Meg had
that Hercules was a husband first and Hero
second.
Walking into the dining area, Phil
grumbled to himself “Yeah Yeah Yeah! Believe
me Wifey-Meggy Poo, if I know Heroes, and I
do. Our boy is going to be busy for the next
decade or two.” He sort of wanted Meg and
Herc to be happy but his job was training the
kid and sometimes the beautiful brunette so
entranced the boy that he forgot to duck and
weave in a fight. * I still think that if I
put some type of blinders on the kid, when
she was around, that we’d get more done. *
he thought.
In the garden Hercules set his wife down
and began introducing her to Xena and
Gabrielle. He related his most recent
adventures, which Gabrielle quickly noted
down. Meg and Xena hit it off and were soon
comparing stories about him that he found
totally embarrassing. Rumors about his
sexual adventures that each of the woman had
heard but knew to be untrue were exchanged
like recipes.
“Well I heard that he serviced the entire
harem of the Prince of Persia, three hundred
women in four days” Xena said trying to keep
a straight face.
“Yes, I’ve heard that one and I got a
nasty note from the three-hundredth girl too”
Meg laughed. “Did you hear the one about the
thirty foot Giant woman of Veska and how she
tried to kill my poor husband by using his
whole body as a ... well... a sexual device?”
Gabrielle snorted and seeing the anguished
embarrassment on Hercules face she couldn’t
help pretending that she was seriously
writing this all down.
‘Oh come on Meg, you know I didn’t do
.....” Herc tried to stop the fun at his
expense.
“Now did she use him head first or feet
first” Gabrielle wanted to know.
Sitting down and putting his head in his
hands, Hercules looked to heavens and said “A
Hero just doesn’t get any respect around
here”. The ladies continued their
discussion, laughing and gaily discussing all
of Hercules rumored strengths, weaknesses and
sexual adventures.
Herc just wondered why he had ever thought
it was a good idea to let the deadly and
opinionated Xena and her friend, meet his
lovely, brilliant and opinionated wife.
None of them were aware of what was
transpiring just yards away in the house.
-------------------------
Phil was munching on a basket of grass and
having a goblet of wine when a peculiar thing
happened. He was gazing at a beautiful
sculpture of a woman’s hand that some smuck
had given Herc when the kid had saved him
from a ravenous pack of man eating crabs. *
It was the worst case of crabs Phil had ever
seen *. The sunlight from the garden was
reflecting off the delicate white marble hand
with a gentle sparkle that seemed, as Phil
watched it to grow and expand. The sparkle
became a gauzy cloud of sparkles and even as
Phil was thinking of crying out at this
strange occurrence the cloud resolved itself
into the most beautiful naked female he had
ever seen.
He mind went into overload. He wanted to
catalogue her beauty, but it was impossible.
Her breasts were perfect. Her hips were
exquisite. Her skin was cream and silk. Her
face was perfection. Everywhere his eyes
traveled there was another detail that added
to the beauty of the whole. He almost passed
out. Then she started talking. He quickly
realized just how deep a shithole he was in.
“Hey Shorty, Like, long time no see.”
Looking at Phil’s stunned expression she said
“What’s the matter Sweety? Don’t you
remember your Boss’s Mom? All the other
little Satyrs, Nymph’s, Cherubs, Succubi,
Incubi and other sexual creatures remember
Venus. I think it’s time you had your memory
refreshed. Hmmmm???” Venus said and then
paused with a look of uncertainty on her
face. “That reminds me, I just had a talk
with someone about memory.” Twirling a
single lock of her golden tresses she sucked
on the tip for a second. “I can’t remember
who it was, but what does matter is that I am
ticked off at all the Press and stuff that my
kid brother Hercules is getting. Beauty is
being ignored in favor of Strength and [Gag]
Heroism. I mean really does that make sense
to you? Like, why would anyone want to look
at, or talk about him when they could be
worshipping me?”. She twirled in place and
turned up the affects of her magical glamour
to blinding levels.
“Gluhh” Phil fell to his knees his tiny
hooves tapping the floor in fear and arousal.
“You want to worship me don’t you
Darling?” she said walking over to the
quaking little half goat half man. Being
responsible for creatures such as the Satyr,
indirectly through her son Bacchus, she knew
all the right buttons to push to make them do
whatever she wanted. Reaching out with her
powers she activated Phil’s lustful
yearnings. For a Satyr, he didn’t seem to
have many, so she really flooded him with
them.
Phil nearly screamed as waves of lust and
lasciviousness washed over him. His prick
seemed to shoot out of its goatly sheath and
stood erect and aching under him. Crawling
forward he began licking and kissing towards
Venus’ toes. He stole a glance up her
perfect leg to her perfect thigh then
directly into her perfect sex. His mind was
racing with fantasies of debauchery and
ceaseless orgies of sexual revelry. * He
would do anything for his Goddess *.
“That’s better.... but not quite good
enough, Honey bunch. I think you have the
right attitude now but you still need, like,
the right equipment for the job I want you to
do.” With a negligent wave of her hand she
changed Phil. He fell to the ground in agony
as his body stretched and grew into it’s new
form. When Phil was finally able to stand
again he couldn’t believe his new and
impressive form.
He gazed in wonder at a reflection of
himself in a Bronze shield nearby. From a
squat two and a half feet tall he had shot up
to almost six feet. His body which had been
little, fat and totally non-threatening was
now rippling with muscles and gave the
impression of repressed power, sexual power!
His fur had gone from a scratchy brown and
dirty mass to a shiny combed and luxurious
silky looking mahogany pelt. A pelt that
almost any female would find irresistible to
touch. His goatee was a sculpted marvel and
his face was set in a permanent sexy leer.
He was now equipped with gorgeous flashing
eyes that entranced. Feeling his head he
felt that his tiny horns had grown from nubs
into a pair of real goats horns, each ten or
more inches long and tipped with gold. The
most impressive change was in his goat prick.
It had gone from measly three inches to
monstrous proportions. Standing and
returning to kneel before Venus it swung
before him a rigid fifteen inch sword with
two huge balls swinging in the sack beneath.
Looking down on Phil’s lowered head Venus
was pleased. He hadn’t been a very good
Satyr before. Hardly even chased a single
female and only the occasional Nymph. Now he
was a sexual bomb ready to devastate every
female that beheld him. Reaching down she
caressed the space below Phil’s chin were his
musk glands were hidden by his beard. Phil
groaned in an effort to control himself but
than lost that control as Venus sniffed the
golden fluid coating her fingers and moaned
with a low and throaty purr. She wasn’t
really affected by the scent, but any human
woman exposed would become Phil’s sexual
thrall for at least an hour. She watched
Phil lose control of his cum with amusement.
Jets of white sperm shot from Phil’s long
hard dick and splashed against the barrier of
beauty that surrounded her. No item that
would lessen her beauty in any way could
penetrate it without her permission. His
prick finally finished it’s explosion and his
breathing returned to normal. His cock never
lost it’s throbbing erection. From now on it
never would.
Pointing at his cock Venus said, “You’re,
like, the Ever-ready Satyr, you can just keep
cumming and cumming and going and going!
Great huh? Maybe you need a drum to go with
that big drumstick. Hmmm?” Her tone
indicated that she thought she had done a
marvelous job and someone should be praising
her work.
Phil dared to ask his Goddess what she
needed from him. “Thanks loads Venus, but
what d’ya need me for? How will this” he
indicated his new body, “help to reduce the
attention Herc gets for his heroics? I mean
I’m backing your play Babe, 100%.” he said in
fear as a bit of a frown began to crease
Venus’ brow, “I just wonder what making me
the next Thebes’ PlayCreature Centerfold is
going to do to stop the kid from beating up
every monster in the neighborhood?”.
Walking behind Phil, Venus spoke into his
ear as her fingers nimbly caressed his
masculine hairy chest. “I’m going to give
you some special toys and you’ll use them to
destroy my little brother Herky as a hero.”
With a flash two objects appeared on the
table beside them. With Venus’ body pressed
so intimately to his, Phil couldn’t do much
of anything but tremble and do what he was
told. He hoped that he could think of some
way of defeating Venus’ plans. He really
didn’t want to see all the training he had
lavished on the kid wasted.
Pointing to the reed pipes that had
appeared, Venus purred into his ear “Those
are Pan’s very own special backup pipes.
They play themselves and any human who hears
them loses all their inhibitions and can
think of nothing but pleasure and sexual
release. It sort of works like Barry White
music.”. The second item was a black mask.
One half showed a face that was laughing and
the other showed a face in tears. “That’s a
mask of Lethe, it affects memory and
forgetfulness. Whom so ever wears it will
forget what you tell them to forget and
remember what ever you tell them to remember.
Cool huh?!! We were going to call it the
mask of Bill Clinton but that didn’t seem as
catchy.”
“Now this is what I want you to do” Venus
started to explain her wicked little plan.
After listening for a bit Phil exclaimed,
“Whot you talking bout Will... I mean Venus!!
Jeez, I don’t know if I can do that! The kid
is my bud!” Phil almost immediately regretted
his protest, and channeling Gary Coleman.
With a wave of her hand and a stamp of her
foot, Venus pouted like a child, as she
transformed Phil again. Looking up from on
all fours he could tell that he was a full
goat and not only that a female goat!
“Greesius come here a moment won’t you?” she
gestured someone into the room. Phil
recoiled in horror at the monstrosity that
shambled in at her command. He was human,
but just barely. He body was covered with
rags, smelly greasy oils and creams. He was
leading four very sick and dejected looking
female goats in by a rope. His fat prick was
erect and looked like it had been permanently
dipped in some evil grease. He gave Phil a
covetous leer that promised that he would be
happy to add Phil to his personal harem.
Phil looked up to Venus in terror and then
ducked his eyes to signal that he had
reconsidered his options. She was the Boss
without question.
A second feminine wave returned Phil to
his buff new Satyr’s body and eliminated all
evidence of Greesius.
Giving Phil a little hug to tell him that
she forgave him for talking back and for
being a bad little Satyr; Venus continued
with her instructions.
------------------------
Xena had finally turned the discussion
away from Hercules’ alleged sexual exploits.
Gabrielle eager to make sure that everyone
understood that Xena had done wonderful
things too, recounted a story of how Xena had
once defeated a Naga tribe in the mountains
that was stealing babies.
“That was amazing Xena!” Meg said when
Gabrielle had finally finished. “I’m sure
that you and my husband could exchange heroic
stories all night, but first how about some
dinner? I’ve got a lamb on the spit and some
fresh greens.”.
“That sounds wonderful my Love” Hercules
replied as Xena and Gabrielle nodded their
agreement.
They had all just started to move towards
the house when it started.
Wafting across the evening breeze....
Barely audible...........
a funny little tune, playful and
light
It was difficult to hear, so they each
stopped and quietly listened
Pipe music but like none they had ever
heard before
Xena, Gabrielle, and Meg all smiled
The music darted and spun like a wild
creature, free and uninhibited
Hercules took a deep breath and felt all
his cares drifting away
The music increased in volume and the tune
became more lively and daring.
Gabrielle put her hand on Xena’s arm. “Do
you hear it?”
Xena screwed up her face trying to resist
the feelings and thoughts dashing wildly
about in her mind. “Mustn’t.... must... I
feel... I want...” She felt an almost
electrical thrill from where Gabrielle’s
fingers were touching her skin.
“Hercules my husband” Meg nearly moaned.
“Do you hear that sweet music. Dance with
me! Hold me! I feel.... I want. I I...
have to .... I want you!” she pulled him
into her embrace and began to sluttishly rub
her suddenly aroused body against him. She
felt no shame at her wantonness, only a
burning desire for sexual release.
The music danced through the columns of
the garden and seemed to sweep into their
minds, like a heady wine. Each of them began
to sway in time with the music releasing
themselves from all restraints or propriety.
Nothing mattered! They were free! The
music enticed them. It stroked their senses
and ignited their passions.
Gabrielle’s hands began to travel
restlessly back and forth over Xena’s
muscular arm. Fire seemed to burning her
fingertips and it felt wonderful. Grabbing
both of the straps that held Xena’s leather
breast plate in place she pulled her self up
against the Warrior woman until her lips were
pressed against the hollow of Xena’s throat.
She groaned in lusty arousal as she let her
tongue taste the skin there. The salty taste
of sweat was like no wine she had ever
tasted; and she wanted more!
Hercules could feel himself losing
control. Meg had dropped her dress and was
now straddling his hips. Her ample breasts
bounced and her rigid nipples danced before
his face. Despite himself he found the tips
of her warm cones between his lips. He
groaned as Meg began to toss her head in
response to his crude sucking. Her heated
words in his ear were lewd and becoming more
obscene and demanding by the second. His
cock was hard and getting harder. He wanted
to stop himself but the music was everywhere
now, stripping away his resistance. It
wanted him to give in. To seek pleasure. To
find sweet sexual release.
Phil walked fully out onto the patio above
the garden. He continued to blow into the
pipes and was amazed when he saw its affects.
Meg and Gabrielle had obviously totally given
in to the power of Pan’s pipes. Both of the
lovely young woman were fully naked and
moving in a horny haze of lust. Xena was
standing still and seemingly trying to fight
the affects of the pipes. Gabrielle was not
helping her companion as she stripped off the
warrior woman’s clothing and began kissing
and licking anywhere she could reach.
Hercules had become a statue. It was
taking all his strength of will not to join
in the orgy that Meg was desperately begging
him to enjoy. Meg was a smart woman though.
If her husband wouldn’t participate, she
would use him however she could. Unbuckling
his leather skirt she threw it into the
bushes. With a wild cry of abandon she
ripped of his clout. This freed his thick
cock. Tears of need leaked from her eyes.
She wanted to cum sooo bad. Climbing her
young husband like a drowning woman she
screamed with pleasure as she captured the
thick knob of his cock in her wetness and
fiercely jammed it all the way home. Creamy
juices squished and ran down her thighs as
she posted on Hercules’ prick like a marble
dildo.
Xena’s hands slowly but firmly tried to
stop, Gabrielle’s uninhibited sexual
advances. The swirling music was making it
almost impossible to restrain her own
desires. Gabrielle was sucking her left
nipple and her fingers were sliding down
Xena’s stomach and into her sex. Xena gasped
as Gabrielle’s fingers entered her at the
same time as she caught sight of the Satyr on
the upper patio playing the pipes. Her
warriors instincts told her that, here was
the real threat. She needed to attack and
stop the sound of those..... those
pipes...... and their ...... their
terrible...... ummmm a good hot fuck would
feel so good right now .... but no I must
stop that music!! Gabrielle switched teats
and worked two fingers into her own pussy as
she finally succeeded in working a finger
into the slickened folds of Xena’s sex. She
was about to continue her lovemaking when she
suddenly felt herself thrust away and landed
on her bare butt.
“KiiiiiiYiiiiYiiiiYiiiiYiiiiYiiiii !!!!”
Xena screamed her warrior cry. Running a few
steps on shaky legs she launched herself up
into the air. She spun through the air
performing three nearly perfect somersaults.
Her plan was to land before the unknown Satyr
and smash him into submission before he could
react.
Phil saw her coming. His new muscular
body reacted for him, with a speed and
agility he never could have matched before.
Even as she was spinning towards him, he gave
a mighty blow on the Pipes that would
disorient and confuse her. Holding the pipes
between his teeth he continued to blow as he
dashed to where Xena was going to land.
With a thump she landed on the grass, her
feet spread wide and her fist pulled back and
ready to crush Phil’s skull. Her eyes were
dazed though from the proximity of the wildly
erotic music.
“NOooooooooooOOWOOOWWwwwwwww......”. She
started to yell but ended up frozen and
panting. She realized she had landed much
closer to the Satyr than she had planned. He
had actually moved so that she was now only
inches from his muscular chest and handsome
face. Looking down between their bodies, her
eyes confirmed what her horrified and
befuddled mind had been telling her. The
Satyr’s thick prick was buried pleasurably in
her wet hot cunt. She made small pathetic
motions as if to get off but that just caused
more of his length to pump deliciously into
her.
Phil couldn’t stop now. He blew on the
pipes for all he was worth. Xena’s fist came
forward but missed his head and went around
his neck. Her other fist came forward like
it was stuck in the air and joined its
partner around his neck. Her face fell
forward and came to rest, panting, against
his neck. With little grunts of pleasure she
surrendered to the affects of Pan’s pipes.
She didn’t care about anything anymore. She
just wanted to be fucked until she came. She
loved the feel of the Satyrs burning length,
spreading her hot folds so wonderfully. Her
wetness doubled and then doubled again as she
began to hump her ass to increase the
wonderful feeling of the meaty stalk trapped
in her body.
Sparing a glance for Hercules, Phil
worried that his godlike powers were making
him immune to the affect of Pan’s pipes.
Gabrielle was lying on her back happily
finger fucking herself, her strawberry blond
hair, spread like a pillow beneath her head.
Megara had fucked herself to two terrific
orgasms on her hubby’s dick and was now
sucking it, while fingering her pussy and
ass. Phil didn’t like that Herc still hadn’t
joined in. He was a frozen statue, straining
as if chains held him.
Meg’s lips were sucking at his pole. She
had never even dreamed of sucking cock before
but now she was enjoying it incredibly. She
twirled her tongue around his glans, enjoying
a erotic slutty thrill. She pumped Herky’s
dick into her mouth, shivering at the taste
of her own juices mixed with the salty
masculine flavor of hot cock. The wonderful
music stroked her thoughts again and again,
encouraging her to greater and greater acts
of lewdness. * Being a depraved cum hungry
whore was a wonderful thing to be * the music
seemed to sing like light into her mind.
Phil decided that before he could attempt
to implement Venus’ plans he needed the big
Wuss weakened. Xena seemed the perfect
weapon to him. Running his hand along his
jaw he collected some of the golden magical
musk there. Grabbing the lust addled Xena’s
head by the hair he pulled her face away from
his body to where he could see it. He rubbed
his slick fingers under her nose and across
her lips. Her eyes lost their glazed look.
She was seeing him in a whole new light. She
nearly jumped onto him settling her powerful
legs around his goatly hips. Grinding her
rock hard nipples against his hairy chest she
moaned deep in her throat. She began a
powerful fucking motion on his prick, taking
in a full ten inches of this fifteen inch
length.
Xena was in heaven. She desired nothing
but to serve and sexually please this
wonderful fucking dream. Nothing mattered
but him. She would do anything for him. His
scent was all around her and she found that
she loved it. It called to her mind. It
made her giddy with joy. She couldn’t think
of anything but pleasure and obedience to her
Satyr god.
Phil had a little plan. He hurriedly
helped himself to all of Xena’s sexual
charms. She didn’t need it any longer, but
he remembered to blow on the pipes
occasionally to keep Meg, Hercules and
Gabrielle occupied. Lifting Xena’s body up
he slammed his swordlike goat prick deeply
into her honey pot. Fucking her to three
quick orgasms he then drew her off his cock
and directed her drugged attention to the
garden below. “Now my little warrior slut.
I want you to go down there and help Meggie
girl. You help her fuck that big ape into
next week somewhere! I want him tired. I
want him exhausted. I want him so fuck drunk
he can’t think.” Swatting the Princess on the
butt like a child he sent her to work.
Xena skipped, naked and unashamed, down
the stairs to the lower garden, with nothing
but happiness at her orders. Without a
glance for her young friend mauling her pussy
and licking her own fingers she rushed to do
as the Satyr had ordered her. She would
obey! Nothing would stop her from doing as
she had been commanded. The lovely music
started again which just added to her desire
to do perverted and sexy things to Hercules.
She needed to fuck him but his wife was in
the way. Walking behind Hercules she aimed a
kick at his knees that caused him to collapse
to the ground on his back.
“Xena help. Please no don’t. Meg you must
stop..... I can barely control myself. Try
to fight it..... Please!” Hercules’ eyes met
hers and begged her to help him. His prick
had other ideas, it jerked with arousal at
the sight of the powerful, and aroused naked
body of the warrior woman. She looked at him
with curiosity fixed on her face. * Of
course she was going to help him! She was
going to make sure that he spilled load after
load of thick creamy cum! What more could a
man ask for?? *. She pushed the horny Meg
out of her way. Mounting Herc’s smaller, but
still impressive cock, she looked to the
Satyr for approval as he approached. With a
nod he indicated she should start.
Capturing the dazed Meg’s face with his
hands he spread more of his sticky golden
musk. Meg eyes came alive with new desire
for this brown furred goat man. She fell to
her knees before him and begged him to fuck
her with his mighty prick. Reaching between
her legs she spread her pussy lips She
rubbed her pussy honey around her hole and
onto her flexing anus. She would do anything
for this Satyr. She couldn’t imagine denying
him any part of her body. His musky smell
was a part of her now. Her pussy was creamy
from just imagining him fucking her till she
lost her mind.
Phil decided to add the final filly to his
personal slut herd. Gabrielle was still on
her back, her knees up, and fingers squishing
in and out of her pink hole. Falling on her
he speared six inches of his prick into her
eager cunt. He gathered more musk and
massaged it into her face, even letting her
suck some from his finger tips. She screamed
and orgasmed. She drew his face down to hers
and speared her tongue into his mouth. Her
hips nearly threw him into the air as she
humped herself onto his length. She greedily
begged him to take possession of her unworthy
body. Words of slutty lewdness rained out of
her mouth. She whispered lascivious words of
debauchery and lust into his ear as she
wrapped her legs around his hips. Promising
to be his obedient sex toy forever she begged
him to wash down her cunt with his yummy cum.
Phil came. He shot hot cum into
Gabrielle’s grasping sex. He pulled himself
out and shot load after spunky load of jism
across her chest and stomach. He hadn’t
dared hope that things would work out this
well. Venus had demanded that he use the
women to rape and mind fuck Herc. It was his
own idea to grab some of the hot wet Nooky
for himself. * Hey a goat-mans gotta do what
a goat-mans gotta do *.
Hercules came. Grunting and groaning in
protest he tried to contain himself, but
Xena’s hot wet sheath just felt too good as
it gripped and flowed around his aching
prick. He arched his back and lifted Xena
straight up into the air. With a mighty
groan he started shooting and couldn’t seem
to stop. He was totally disgraced by his own
lack of willpower. What was even worse was
that his godlike recuperative powers were
insuring that he wasn’t losing one iota of
his erection.
Xena orgasm swept over her like a wave.
Mentally she had let herself go. Physically
she was wallowing in a mire of sensual
ecstasy and bestial obedience. She felt
every hot jet of Hercules cum shooting into
her. That pleased her because it was what
the Dark eyed Satyr had told her to do.
Looking towards her master she cruelly
twisted her nipples and resumed her pounding
rhythm on Herc’s still stiff prick. * She
idly wondered if God cum had all the fat of
regular cum. Good thing I don’t care about
getting pregnant. I don’t think there are
enough Trojans in Troy for this little party.
*
Meg sat down on Hercules’ tortured face
and ground her enflamed pussy lips and rigid
clit onto him. She screamed with pleasure as
she ground her nugget against his hard
Grecian nose. Creamy juices were leaking
down her taut thighs. She gripped her
husbands face between her thighs and began
pounding her body on to him. The sound of
her wet sex slapping his face set up a sexy
rhythm. What she really wanted was more of
her Satyr god’s prick and yummy cum. It
angered her that her young fuckable husband
wasn’t even trying to please her. “Lick me,
you damn bastard” she cried “Someone call
IX. I. I., I need a real man”
Swimming in a sticky sea of Phil’s semen,
Gabrielle lost all control. Shoving most of
her right hand into her pussy she used her
left hand to lick up all of the creamy sperm
she could find. Phil’s musk insured that all
of his bodily fluids, tasted like the food of
the Gods to his enslaved subjects.
Gabrielle’s eyes rolled up into her head and
with a wail she passed out from the magical
ecstasy she had achieved. Even in her stupor
she felt it as Phil’s slimy hard rod slid in
and out of her. Her fingers continued, even
in her stupor, to transfer the white globs of
his sperm directly from her tits and crotch
to her mouth so that she could lovingly
swallow them.
Xena fucked Hercules’ cock like a machine.
When Xena was too tired, Meg helped her by
fucking Hercules or by stroking him and
sucking powerfully on the tip of his slimy
cock. Hercules came again and again; each
time a little less godlike in his response.
Xena’s orgasms had become a mind melting
inferno from which she didn’t want to be
saved. Meg took time out to service her new
God. She licked and sucked Phil’s cock like
a wanton whore with an opium addiction.
The five of them entered a period of
unrestrained orgy where everyone was fucking
everything and anything they could.
Gabrielle mounted Hercules and fucked him to
four delicious orgasms for her and two for
him. While they were busy Meg and Xena fell
into a comfortable sixty nine; sucking,
licking and fingering each others every hole.
When Gabrielle was done with Hercules, Meg
wiped Xena’s creamy juice from her lips and
straddled her hubby’s hips. Lowering her
body she forced Hercules’ prick into her ass
and fucked him to a slow and delicious cum in
her incredibly tight butt. Xena licked and
fingered Meg’s clit, while her husbands huge
shaft spread her virgin sheath. Xena’s deft
clitoral stimulation insured that Meg enjoyed
every second of her first real Greek sex.
Still crying out her ecstasy, Meg finally
fell to the side, white goblets of sperm
dripping from her stretched ass. Gabrielle
rushed forward from where Phil had been
holding her upside down; licking her mound
and feeding his monster prick into her
throat. She mounted Hercules face and Xena,
after a quick kiss from Phil returned to
Hercules’ prick. She took two more loads of
his cum in her cunt and another up her ass.
Meanwhile Meg had returned to her knees and
taken her first load of Phil’s Satyr cum.
Still shaking with her orgasms, she scooped
it out of her dripping pussy and shared it
with the panting and sweat soaked Xena.
Phil kept the party going for nearly three
hours. Occasionally he spread more of his
musk on the girl’s faces to renew their
sexual obedience to him. He would have loved
to use the stuff on Hercules, but it didn’t
work the same on men. Herc would only become
incredibly horny and violent. As an added
feature he wouldn’t be able to get an
erection. He would be an impotent rape
machine, but that wasn’t what Phil wanted.
He used the pipes to keep him aroused and
confused. Meg and Xena traded off fucking
Hercules. Xena and her recuperative powers
took the brunt of the workout. Gabrielle had
established herself between Phil’s legs.
Licking his balls, sucking his prick, rimming
his ass, offering her wet and horny quim or
tight asshole for his pleasure, as he
commanded. Phil had decided early in the
evening that he liked the innocent and tight
young body of Gabrielle best.
Checking Hercules’ flushed face, Phil
finally decided that it was time to do as
Venus had ordered him. He sent the naked
Gabrielle to collect the Lethe mask from
inside the house. He admired her pert
buttocks and the flashes of her wet blond
bush as she ran up the steps. She returned
with the mask and handed it too him with a
sexy smile of complete obedience and desire.
“Sit here Gabrielle and wait your turn” he
ordered.
“Xena! Meg! You may stop fucking
Hercules now. Go and sit with Gabrielle.
I’ll be back to complete your training in a
moment.”
Looking down Phil noticed Xena’s ring like
weapon, her Chakram. “Xena I’ve always
wanted to know about these things. I’ve
heard these are giant IUD’s and I’ve heard
they are cock rings for the Minotaur. Any
idea’s?”
The three ladies had formed a daisy chain.
Each was busy slurping and licking at her own
flower of sex, while her own pussy was given
the same treatment. Xena had both hands on
Gabrielle’s ears and was busy humping her
wetness against the younger woman’s face.
“Fuck it.” Phil said as he watched all
three women losing control and moaning with
multiple orgasms. “The next thing you know
people are going to be accusing her of being
some kind of dyke.”
Phil walked over and looked down on his
one time friend, Hercules. A quick image of
Greases’ evil shitty dick and leering face
appeared in his mind. He resolved himself to
what he had to do. The kid hadn’t looked
this bad after Hades had taken his powers and
let the Titans tap dance on his head. His
eyes were glazed. His was totally exhausted.
Beaten dogs looked better. The wild music
had insured the kid’s desire and the sexually
charmed women had dragged orgasm after orgasm
out of his once powerful body. Phil winced
to see that Herc could barely drag breath
into his lungs. His body was covered with
sticky feminine secretions, mixed with his
own Semi-Godlike semen.
Hercules saw the powerful Satyr
approaching him through the weary slits of
his eyes. He tried to examine him; to find
some weakness. The obvious finally occurred
to him.
“PHIL????? Is that you????” he knew now
that it was, “but why Phil? WHY!!!?”.
“Sorry kid but your sister wants you out
of the Hero biz. I wish I could help you but
she had me by the balls and every other
orifice.” Placing the mask over Hercules
confused face he said, “Bye kid... It was
great while it lasted. I hope you enjoy your
new job”.
Under the mask Hercules’ face underwent a
terrible contraction. He tried as best he
could to fight the influence of the mask. In
the end though, he was just too exhausted. A
huge sigh or surrender escaped his lips and
his face went slack.
He didn’t react as Phil began to tell him
what to forget and what to remember. When
Phil finished and took off the mask he was a
new man. He had a new history and a new
quest. He was Hercules, son of Zeus and a
human woman. He had grown up with his mother
and now hated and resented his father. He
had tried being a hero but the benefits
sucked. Everybody took, took and took and he
was the one with the cuts and bruises at the
end of the day. He had discovered his true
calling though. SEX! He lived for great sex
now. He traveled the land looking for sexual
thrills and excitement. Nothing was as
important to him as finding new ways and
people to fuck. It didn’t earn him anyone’s
respect or gain him much fame but he didn’t
care. It was the meaning in his life. The
pursuit of the perfect sexual experience. He
remembered all of this very clearly.
Sitting up he considered the huge Satyr
and the three naked women nearby. “Who are
you?” he asked Phil, “and who are those
lovely little fuckable party favors over
there?”.
“Oh nobody important Herc, you already
fucked those girls. I guess that last glass
of YingYang berry mead really hit you hard if
you don’t remember the orgy we just had”.
“Nope, don’t remember a thing” Hercules
said rising. He put on a pair of plain
leather pants and a torn cotton shirt that
Phil had made sure were laying nearby. The
new Hercules didn’t look like a Grecian
soldier, from a Grecian vase. He looked like
a common laborer. Once he was dressed he
waved and said “Well I’ve got to be on my
way. ‘There are girls to screw and cum to
spray’, as I always say. Maybe I’ll be back
this way some day and we can party again.”
Hercules trudged off. He didn’t look
back. Their were new sexual adventures
awaiting him over the next hill or in the
next town. He just knew it.
“One down three to go!” Phil said with a
sigh.
He had to make sure that Meg never went
looking for Hercules. Venus had given him
very specific orders for the beautiful
brunette. He fingered her rosy pink nipples
one last time as he removed the Lethe mask
from her face. He washed his musk from her
and she quickly recovered from being in his
sexual command. Soon, she was walking away
from the house with a pack on her back and
her traveling dress on. She had to get to
Lesbos as soon as possible. She distinctly
remembered falling in love with a poetess who
lived there named Sappho. Her fondest wish
was too make Sappho her lover. Her memories
of her past were full of the awful way that
men had treated her. She couldn’t wait to
reach Sappho’s side and embrace and kiss her.
She would show her all the joys of female-
female sex that she remembered had always
been such a joyful and important part of her
life. She never wanted anything to do with a
man again.
Gabrielle and Xena were in an inn that
night before they realized that they couldn’t
remember anything that had happened for the
last few days. Gabrielle was washing Xena’s
back. She was surprised and then secretly
pleased, when Xena moaned in her arms and
fell back against her. Gabrielle let one
hand wander to stroke Xena’s erect nipples.
The other hand seemed to just naturally lower
and begin to feel between Xena’s powerful
legs. Even as the two women were sexually
exploring each other, for what they assumed
was the first time, Gabrielle had the
strangest feeling that if she met a
particular man with a certain scent she would
be very strongly attracted to him. Phil had
been ordered to send the Warrior Princess and
her scribe on their way. Just in case though
he had put the trigger into Gabrielle that
she would sexually and romantically desire
him, regardless of his form, if she ever met
him again.
Hurrying down the path, Phil hoped that it
was the one Hercules had taken out of town.
He was trying to avoid notice so he was
disguised in a long cloak. Venus had
demanded that he follow Herc and insure that
he got started on his new career as a Sexual
adventurer.
Coming around a corner he saw Hercules
talking to an gray hared old man. “Oh great!
He’s going to start his career by buggering
some old guy” Phil groused. He rushed up to
see what was going on.
“Ah Philosoclies. So good to see you” the
old man said.
Hercules eyes were glazed over and he
appeared to be in a deep trance.
“Someone appears to have been messing with
my son! YOU wouldn’t know anything about
that would you!!!!”. Lightning struck the
road all around Phil making him tremble with
fear. He quickly began to babble his
confession to the father of the gods.
“So Venus was behind this hmmmm!!!” Zeus’
eyes lit up with interest. “She had you
rewrite his memory so he would stop doing the
heroic shit, right?!”
“Well I’ll settle with her later. She was
right about one thing. It was time to get
him out of the big Olive. I want him to be a
hero of the people. A Defender of the weak.
And this business of him taking a human wife
was getting old when I did it.” Snapping his
fingers he made the Lethe mask appear in his
hand. He slapped it onto Hercules’ face and
quickly made him forget his new quest and
made him remember to be a hero of the people
again. He left out his memories of his
marriage to Meg and his battle with Hades
and the Titans.
“Get going son!” he finally said clapping
Hercules on the back and sending him
stumbling away. Zeus turned to Phil giving
the mask in his hand a meaningful look.
Fifteen minutes later a blonde young man with
a strange necklace around his neck also went
stumbling down the road. His name was
Aeolus, and he was an adventurer and skilled
fighter. He remembered that he was trying to
catch up to some guy named Hercules. He knew
of a town that was being threatened by a herd
of Centaurs and Amazon women that could use
Hercules’ might. Much of his past seemed to
be a blur, but that didn’t bother him.
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In Olympus that night Venus went to Zeus
as ordered. If you were standing in just the
right place you could hear her punishment.
Hera was out on a shopping trip. Mnemosyne
heard and remembered it all.
“Oh Daddy.... Yes AGAIN you fucking
stud!!! Fuck me again! Your little girl was
so naughty. Fuck me with your big lightning
rod..... punish me again Daddy! Give your
bad little girl your hot cum. Oooo Like
fucking wooooowww!!! Here let me suck on
that magnificent stalk. MMMMMmmm mmmhhh
unnnhhh Daddy’s little baby girl loves her
daddy’s sugar stick. Hmmmm yess Lick me
daddy... lick my sweet pussy. Now fuck me
again. Make the world move for me!! Punish
your bad little girl!!”
* Well * Mnemosyne thought * there is
always the backup plan. I think Hera’s
memory of Hercules’ true birth is about to
improve *
THE END :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::