grizley
08-12-2007, 11:55 AM
Here you go.
Part 2
The next morning Hercules awoke abruptly. There was pressure on his face and he couldn't see anything. Just then he heard a muffled noise and his nose and mouth filled with an unpleasant, but hearty smell.
"Wake up, Dirt!" came Dinah's laughing voice. "You told me to be NASTY to you, as NASTY as I wanted," then Dinah giggled again to herself.
Just then Hercules realized that Dinah was sitting on his face and she had awakened him by passing gas directly into his nose and mouth. Hercules had tensed briefly, reflexively when he had found himself awake in darkness with a light pressure against his face. Now that he had identified the source of the pressure and properly cognized the situation, he relaxed again and breathed deeply the remaining odor surrounding his nose and mouth. He could feel Dinah begin to lift her weight from his face. So he reached for her hips and gently held her in place.
"Oh, you want more! Well I never expected that. But I'm happy to oblige."
With that Dinah settled down again onto Hercules' face. During the night her body had thoroughly processed last evening's dinner and she had quite a bit of gas for Hercules' humiliation. Hercules removed his hands from Dinah's hips and relaxed his diaphragm. He didn't want to struggle to breathe beneath her. He wanted to be deprived of air and only breathe the gas from his Goddess' colon for as long as she was willing to oblige him. He warmed to the idea of being sustained by his Goddess' waste gas.
Dinah relaxed her abdominal muscles and waited for the gas to build in her lower intestines. As she waited she placed her hands on her hips and began to talk to Hercules as he lay submissively waiting beneath her.
"This morning Cythoe wants you to work at the grinding wheel."
Dinah passed gas noisily into Hercules' waiting nose and mouth. Hercules breathed deeply, grateful for this gracious provision from his Goddess. Dinah giggled to herself as she saw Hercules' chest rise as his lungs filled with her gas. It seemed to amuse her to no end that the great Hercules was actually submitting to this treatment. It seemed to amuse her to no end that the great Hercules was willingly sustaining his life by breathing in her waste gas.
"She says they have tons of grain to crush and the slaves are pathetically slow."
Dinah passed gas again, this time in four rapid spurts. Hercules had not exhaled her first provision. But he submissively breathed in her four successive ones. Hercules' lungs were overfilling, then compressing the excess gas without exhaling. Pressure, real pressure was building inside Hercules' lungs. He had never used his lungs in this way before, so he didn't know how long he could do this before really needing to exhale. But he was determined to submit to his Goddess for as long as she had gas to give.
"She believes you will be able to help the other slaves pick up the pace."
Dinah watched curiously as Hercules' chest would rise then fall only halfway each time she passed gas into his nose and mouth. She knew he wasn't exhaling, but he seemed to be calm and relaxed beneath her, so she continued with the treatment.
Dinah passed gas into Hercules' nose and mouth about twelve more times. Each time Hercules' chest would rise then fall only halfway. On the twelfth time Hercules felt pain, real pain from the intense pressure in his lungs. But he held it all in, not wanting to exhale with such force that would lift Dinah unpredictably off his face. He didn't want to risk even the slightest discomfort for her. So he lay there, at her mercy, at her discretion, waiting for her to finish voiding her colon of her waste gas into his submissive nose and mouth.
Dinah stretched and yawned, then she said, "Looks like that's all I have for you this morning, Dirt."
With that she climbed off Hercules' face and stood over him straddling his chest.
"I know that you haven't exhaled yet, Dirt. I want you to hold all that nasty gas inside your lungs for just a little longer. I want to see just how much you can take."
Dinah turned to face Hercules, still straddling his chest. She looked down into his eyes with a diabolical smile and then jumped with all her might high into the air and came down with both feet right on Hercules' diaphragm.
"Snick!" was the only sound that came from Hercules as he struggled to contain all the gas that his Goddess had passed into his lungs. Dinah smiled a dominant smile and jumped again and again and again. In all she jumped twenty times until SHE was out of breath. Then she climbed down and walked out of Hercules' room leaving the door open.
From the distance Hercules could hear Dinah say, "Good job, Dirt! Ok, you can breathe now."
Hercules exhaled with such force that the door to his room actually blew closed. Hercules lay there on the bed weakened by his last encounter with Dinah, and he learned better than to underestimate the power of a determined woman. He had challenged her the night before, and she had proven her ability to push even his limits.
Five minutes later, Dinah returned to the room. "You are making breakfast, slave Dirt. Do you think you can neglect your duties at home just because you are doing community work outside the home?"
"Yes, Goddess. I mean no, Goddess," came Hercules' uncertain reply.
Dinah chuckled to herself and smirked at Hercules' complete submission to her. She had been half joking, but she could see that Hercules was completely committed to this new Goddess/slave relationship. So she undertook her morning ablutions while Hercules made breakfast for them both. Once she was finished, she came to the kitchen table to eat breakfast. Hercules lay dutifully supine under the table at the feet of her chair. Dinah took her seat and ate as she warmed her feet on Hercules' manly chest.
When she finished eating, she scraped her leftovers onto Hercules' plate. His food was now tepid. Dinah placed his plate on the floor at Hercules' head. She then made him roll over onto his stomach so he could look directly at his plate on the floor. Dinah now moved her chair around the table and placed it in front of the plate of food. With bare feet made dirty by her walking on the stone floor she stepped into the plate of Hercules' food and walked around freely, mashing his food into a consistent pulp beneath her dirty feet. Then she sat in her chair and commanded Hercules to eat his breakfast. Hercules complied, forcing his face into the plate of mashed up food as he ravenously devoured his breakfast. Then Dinah commanded Hercules to lick the rest of his breakfast from her dirty feet.
Hercules couldn't have been more passionate in his rapt obedience to this latest command. Dinah was pleased at Hercules' obvious level of submission to and adoration for her. Not to mention that she thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of Hercules' tongue as it darted back and forth over her feet and between her toes. Once Dinah's feet were cleared of both the food debris and the dirt from the floor, she ordered Hercules to wash her feet with warm water and put on her shoes. And finally, after all these duties were performed, Dinah allowed Hercules to attend to his own morning ablutions before submitting himself to community service.
"You have a lot of work to do today, Dirt. So you better get ready, and you better make me look good today. Don't expect any mercy from me now that I have seen that you truly desire such extreme humiliation by women. I own you, Dirt, and I may not let you go at the end of next week. After all, you are my ticket to wealth and power. So you had better make me happy, and you had better make me very rich. Then I'll consider dismissing you."
"Yes, Goddess," came Hercules' willing reply.
Dinah had been testing Hercules to see if he would submit to her even if she threatened to interfere with his plans. And from what she could tell, he was completely and willingly her property to do with whatever she wanted. But just to be safe, she decided not to make good on her threat.
Later that morning, Dinah rode on Hercules' shoulders to meet Cythoe at the grinding wheel. Cythoe smiled when she glimpsed Dinah's means of transportation.
"He is a very useful slave isn't he?" Cythoe piped.
"Yes, indeed he is," came Dinah's proud response.
"We have ten slaves on the grinding wheel from sunup to sundown. We switch them for ten others halfway through the day. But no matter who we put on this wheel, we cannot seem to grind enough grain in one day's time. I think your big strong slave, Dirt, should be able to change that for us if we put him on the wheel in place of one of the other slaves."
"No!" said Dinah emphatically.
A look of utter surprise came across the face of Cythoe. A similar look came across the face of Hercules even though his face was hidden from view, because his head was bowed down as his neck still bore some of Dinah's seated weight.
"No!" said Dinah emphatically again.
"But I thought we had a deal. I vouched for you and your slave. You only have those bounteous quarters because of my word. I refuse to have my reputation tarnished by a newcomer!" said Cythoe with a look of dire seriousness on her face.
Dinah smiled calculatingly. "How much do those slaves earn for their mistresses by pushing the grinding wheel?"
"This is one of the hardest jobs in the village. They earn two denarius each per shift."
"So one slave earns two denarius for every half-day worked?"
"Yes, the only job that pays more is bridge building, because it is such dangerous work. A mistress needs to be compensated well, just in case her slave is injured or killed while building the bridge."
"And how much does that pay?"
"It pays five denarius per half-day shift."
Dinah looked down at Hercules with a devious smile and then back up at Cythoe who still had an intense look on her face.
"When I said no, I didn't mean no to putting Dirt on the grinding wheel. When I said no, I meant no to replacing only one slave with him. I want more than the paltry wage of one worker."
"Then how many of the slaves did you want Dirt to stand in for?"
"All of them."
Cythoe was stunned. "That's impossible! I admit that Dirt is very strong, but no slave can possibly do the work of ten others. Besides, I want to increase the output, not reduce it."
Dinah smiled a knowing smile. "I'll guarantee that Dirt will not only crush your target amount of grain for the day, but he will do so in only one half-day shift. And I want the wage of all ten slaves for two shifts when he does. That should work out to forty denarius for the day."
Cythoe stared in disbelief. "Even if Dirt could somehow do that, he would be so worn out that he would have to be put down."
"You let me worry about how worn out Dirt will be. Do we have a deal?"
Cythoe paused in thought for a moment. "Well, you have been right about him so far. But I can't see how any slave could do what you claim Dirt can do."
"Listen, I know you put your reputation on the line for me, and I appreciate it, Cythoe. I won't let you down. If Dirt doesn't do everything I say he will, you can have him to do whatever you wish to him, and I will leave the village for good. But if he does what I claim he will, imagine the credibility it will lend to your word and reputation."
Cythoe again took pause. Finally, "Ok, it's a deal."
Dinah kicked her heels into Hercules' sides and he lowered himself to gently place Dinah on the ground. Cythoe dismissed the other slaves and chained Hercules to the wheel.
Dinah approached Hercules and whispered in his ear, "I know that even this will be nothing for you. But when you finish today's work, be sure to act as if you are completely exhausted. I have a nice little punishment planned for you to make me look good in front of the Amazons."
Hercules nodded and said, "Yes, Goddess."
Dinah smiled and turned to Cythoe. The two women walked off toward the rest of the village. It was time for Dinah's tour.
Hercules was briefly distracted by the light conversation of the two women as they walked away. He was snapped back to attention by the crack of a whip across his back. The amazon woman who was responsible for watching over the grinding wheel slaves was intent on meeting her quota for the day, and she was none too happy about the deal that Dinah had made with Cythoe. But she was determined to work Hercules to the bone as quickly as possible so she could get a replacement set of slaves to grind the grain.
Hercules turned his attention to the grinding wheel and he began to push, slowly at first, because he wanted to experience the sting of the whip wielded by his womanly taskmaster. She obliged with harsh intent and after about ten lashes, Hercules was pushing the wheel about twice as fast as all ten of the other slaves would have pushed the wheel.
The amazon watching Hercules was very pleased with his pace so she stopped lashing him. Hercules knew he could maintain this pace with ease indefinitely. So he settled into a groove and let his thoughts drift to his dream of the Amazon Queen on her throne of men.
grizley
08-13-2007, 12:42 PM
Here you go Parts 1 thru 4 as you can see I am ready for part 5
Hercules
Hercules sat sullen on the stump of a felled tree. His mind was a
tempest of discontent. All his life he had been the Son of Zeus. His
many achievements were made possible only because of his half divinity.
His self image, indeed his very identity had been shaped by the
infalibility of his semi-divine strength. Men followed him and
secretly coveted his strength. Women worshiped him and threw
themselves all too willingly at his feet. He knew no humility, and no
challenge was too great for him. His stepmother Hera had declared war
on him from his birth and many of his tests of strength came because of
that warfare. Hera hated him and he never really liked her much
either. That's why Hercules was also called Heracles, the bane of Hera.
As Hercules pondered his lifelong predicament, he decided to search for
a new self definition. He wanted something diametrically opposite to
what he had always been. Hercules stood up and set out toward the
north. He didn't know why, but he just had a hunch that his search
would be rewarded in the north.
After two days of trekking, Hercules came upon a horde of fallen male
figures. Scattered amongst the bodies were a number of broken carts
and weapons of war. Out of the corner of his eye Hercules saw motion.
He moved to investigate and found a man still alive, but barely.
"Who did this thing and why?" Hercules inquired.
"It was," the man gasped for breath, "the Amazons."
'Amazons...' Hercules thought to himself, 'I've heard many stories
about their legendary fury.' Hercules decided then and there to track
down these women, nay, goddesses of legend. He held the man as he
lay dying. The man stared distantly into Hercules' eyes and asked,
"Who are you sir?"
"I am Hercules," he responded.
"Alas, the gods have answered the prayers of a dying man... Find them,
Hercules; find the Amazons and avenge us."
"I shall find the Amazons," Hercules reassured the man.
With that the man died. Hercules stood up and resumed his trek
northward. As night fell, Hercules stopped to camp beneath a large
willow tree. He needed wood for a fire so he leapt high into a
neighboring tree and grabbed a large branch. Using his mighty
strength, Hercules broke the branch from the tree. Then he released
his grip on the tree and fell to the earth once more. Next, he began
to break the branch into even lengths. As he got toward the end of the
branch, he broke off a very long portion of the end piece. That would
be his roasting stick.
Now Hercules needed something to roast. So he looked off into the
distance with his keen vision and spotted a rabbit. With stone in hand
he gave a mighty throw and struck the rabbit squarely on the head. The
rabbit fell dead as it must having been felled by the Great Hercules.
Hercules sauntered over to his kill, not wanting to waste energy
getting to a dead rabbit. When he got there he lifted the rabbit and
twisted off it's head. Then holding it by the tail, he sauntered back
to his camp. Tying the rabbit's tail to a low hanging willow branch,
Hercules looked around to find two rocks. They were the size of
watermelons, but Hercules lifted them easily. Then he brought them
near to the pile of wood he had made from the branch. He struck them
strategically over the pile and the resulting sparks took root deep in
the pile of wood. In a few seconds lively flames emerged from the
pile. The melon-sized rocks that he had struck together cracked into
several hand-sized rocks which he arranged about the pile of wood to
contain the now burgeoning fire.
Hercules now turned his attention to the hanging rabbit. Upon
inspection, the rabbit proved to be sufficiently drained of blood. So
Hercules took his roasting stick and thrust the tapered end through the
rabbit's body. He then sat down on the ground, leaning against the
tree and held the end of the stick with the rabbit on it over the fire.
In a few minutes the rabbit's fur could be easily peeled from its body.
Afterward, Hercules finished cooking the rabbit.
As Hercules sat eating his dinner, he pondered the scene of the
defeated men strewn across the ground. He was intrigued by these
warrior women. What would his meeting with them hold in store?
Hercules went to sleep with the pleasant dreams of the possibilities.
During his slumber, Hercules dreamed of a beautiful, tall woman sitting
on a throne of men. Her feet were resting on the faces of other men
who were lying prone on the floor at her feet. In fact, the entire
floor was covered with men lying face up in neat little rows all over
the floor and down the steps from her throne. The last row of men
formed the last row of steps descending from her throne and then there
was bare stone floor. Her throne of men was made in such a way that
there was a man's face directly behind her and a man's face directly in
front of her between her legs. The man behind had his opened mouth
pressed firmly to her anus and the man in front had his opened mouth
pressed firmly to her vagina. Both men were trained well in the art of
disposing of her bodily wastes and thoroughly cleaning each orafice
with their tongues. So the woman on the throne could sit there for
long periods of time and eat and drink and eliminate her bodily wastes
without having to get up and go elsewhere. Hercules subconsciously
marveled at this practical convention.
Hercules now gave a moment of attention to himself and realized that he
was in the form of a faerie hovering close to the woman. She seemed to
be oblivious to him, so he decided to move around her throne to examine
it from all angles. After he had examined it closely, Hercules came to
rest on the woman's left arm. She immediately turned and looked
directly at him with a look of disdain on her face. She used her right
hand to flick him away to the floor of men. He landed awkwardly on one
of the men's foreheads and rolled over onto his back just in time to
see the woman's large right sandal crashing down on him. He was
instantly obliterated, but he was not dead. He now saw the scene from
outside his former body and watched with keen interest as the woman
continued to pummel his tiny corpse underfoot. She stomped and ground
his remains onto the forehead of the one man until she was satisfied
that the faerie was dead. When she finished, she sat back down onto
her throne of men and went back to her thoughts.
Hercules awakened with a start as a beam of sunlight found its way
through the tree leaves directly to his left eye. The sun was at a
high angle in the sky now. He had slept all night and into the day.
It would be noon in a few hours. Hercules left his makeshift camp and
continued northward in search of the Amazons. As he walked, Hercules
couldn't get the tall, beautiful woman out of his mind. He wondered if
she was an Amazon.
After an hour or so, Hercules came upon a wagon that was overturned
beneath several large rocks and hundreds of smaller ones. Hercules saw
the body of a man caught halfway under the edge of the overturned
wagon. His body was obviously pinched in two by the overwhelming
weight of the wagon and rocks. Hercules shook his head and muttered,
"a shame," before he started to walk away. Just then he heard muffled
screams from inside the overturned wagon. So Hercules quickly cleared
the rocks from the wagon and lifted it onto its side. There was a
young woman curled up into a ball still screaming for help.
"Hello, I'm Hercules," he said with pride. "I'm sorry about the man.
Who was he, your father?"
The girl stopped screaming and looked up into Hercules' face as he
reached his hand down to help her up. As she took his hand and stood
up she answered his question, "No he was my uncle. But he may as well
have been my father, because he raised me from a little girl after my
parents died of illness."
"What's your name?" Hercules asked.
"Dinah," came her quiet reply.
"How did this happen?"
"We were just riding along at the wrong time, I guess. The rocks
started falling and then I was under the overturned wagon. It all
happened so fast."
Hercules reached forward his mighty hand and gently wiped the tears
from Dinah's eyes. She seemed to appreciate his kindness.
"Where is the mule that was pulling this wagon?" Hercules inquired.
"I don't know. I guess its yoke broke loose during the rock slide and
it got away."
"Not to worry. I can fix this wagon and pull it myself with ease.
Where were you headed?"
"To the next town. It should be less than half a marathon from here."
"First let's get your uncle buried. Then I'll make camp. We can fix
the wagon in the morning. Don't worry, you are safe with me, Dinah."
"I know and thank you, Hercules."
Hercules quickly dug a deep hole by hand and wrapped her uncle in cloth
rags that had been in the bed of the wagon, fixing the two halves of
his body together as one body again. When he finished, he laid her
uncle's body in the hole and covered it with the displaced earth.
Hercules then split a large rock in half for the headstone and used a
smaller, harder rock to carve in it the epitaph Dinah wanted for her uncle.
Afterward, Hercules busied himself making a camp in much the same
fashion as he had before. However, this time he provided a deer for
food and gave Dinah as much as she could eat. Hercules ate the rest,
because he was very hungry after all the work he had done. As the
night grew darker and the two newfound friends grew satisfied with
their meal, they turned to brief conversation. At length, Dinah began
feeling very grateful to Hercules for all he had done for her, so she
offered herself to him and he took her without hesitation. They both
drifted off into a blissful slumber enfolded in each other's arms.
During the night Hercules again dreamed of the tall, beautiful woman
sitting on her throne. And once again he was the annoying faerie that
got stomped to death beneath her giantess' sandal. This time the dream
lasted longer, and Hercules' disembodied consciousness moved through
more of the giantess's lair. That night Hercules saw men tortured and
destroyed in all conceiveable manners. He saw malicious glee on the
faces of all the women participants, and he knew that he must confront
them for they were all, without doubt, Amazons.
Hercules awakened gently to the sounds of birds chirping merrily in the
trees. He glanced down at Dinah, who had been awake for some time
simply reveling in the warmth and comfort of Hercules' strong arms.
She smiled up at him as he smiled down at her.
"Good morning, M'lord," Dinah said with a widening smile.
"Good morning," came Hercules' simple reply.
As Hercules stood up Dinah was lifted to her feet with him. He stepped
away from her and went to inspect the wagon to see what exactly needed
to be done to make the wagon ready for travel again. His inspection
revealed a wagon that had been almost completely destroyed in the rock
slide. The wheels, which had been nothing more than large wooden
disks, were all snapped in two. The wagon itself, which was just a
wooden bed with sides had been broken in half as well. He shook his
head in disdain.
Dinah approached and said, "We can just leave the wagon and walk. I
don't mind walking."
Hercules looked deep into her eyes and said, "You will need a wagon
when you get to the next town. It will be all you have to barter with.
You can rent its use to one of the villagers in exchange for money
which you can then save to buy the things you need. I'm not going to
leave you destitute."
"You don't have to leave me at all," Dinah offered hopefully.
"Yes I do. I'm on a quest to find the Amazons."
"Amazons!" Dinah remarked, "Why Amazons?"
"I'm not sure exactly. I'm looking for something, and I think they
might have it."
"The Amazons are all man-haters. I've heard of the terrible things
they do to the men they conquer. What could they possibly have that
the mighty Hercules would need?"
Hercules stood silently pondering Dinah's question. Her gaze upon him
was steady and expectant. Finally he looked up at her and said,
"Something different." After a long pause, Hercules continued, "I'll
build you a new wagon, a sturdy one that will fetch a hefty rental
wage." With that he set to work.
Because of his godlike strength and prowess, Hercules never really
labored at anything. His thoughts and intentions translated almost
immediately into real-world results. Using his knowledge of stones,
Hercules strategically struck several large rocks together to form a
number of different sized and shaped blades. He then inspected the
trees at hand and found one that suited his purpose. Next he took one
of the larger blades he had formed from the stones, and with one mighty
swing, he felled the tree close to its base. He left the stump so the
tree could grow again. With the same blade as before, Hercules cut two
large disks from the bottom of the felled tree. These would become the
wheels. Over the course of the next two hours, Hercules cut large
sections of lumber from the tree and then further cut and sanded them
into smooth, interlocking pieces. Once assembled by Hercules, no
ordinary man would ever be able to get them apart.
Dinah had taken a seat on the stump of the felled tree and now watched
with rapt attention as Hercules worked. Hercules took great care in
his work, and in the end, the wagon had the finished look of a
craftsman's handiwork. All the surfaces were smoothed to a fine finish
and the yoke could be configured for one or two animals. Hercules
configured it for one and then stepped back to admire his work. Dinah
hopped down from the stump and ran to Hercules' side. She nimbly
climbed him and kissed his cheek enthusiastically.
Hercules lifted her away from him gently and set her down on the
ground. "Don't do that. I'm all covered with sawdust and sweat," he
protested.
"That doesn't matter to me. You just built me the finest wagon in all
of Greece. The least I can do is thank you properly."
"Perhaps later," Hercules said. "Right now we need to be getting to
the next town."
So Hercules held out his hand, and when Dinah took it, he lifted her
into the wagon and took his place under the yoke.
As the day wore on it got very hot. Dinah was shielded from the
onslaught of the sun's rays by the top of the long open seat Hercules
had built into the wagon. Dinah looked down from her comfortable perch
and felt sympathy for Hercules as he pulled her weight and the weight
of the wagon in the hot sun.
"Don't you want to stop and take a break, Hercules?" she inquired.
"No, we are making good time, and I want to have you comfortably
settled in the next town before nightfall."
"Hercules, you are such a gentleman. You have done so much for me that
I can never truly repay you."
"You already have, M'lady. I felt something today while I was laboring
for you that I have never really felt before. And I think I know why
I'm seeking the Amazons. I think now I know what that something
different is that I am seeking."
Before Dinah could inquire further, a group of horses approached the
wagon from the trees beyond the road. Riding the horses were women of
such regal stature, such athletic beauty that both Hercules and Dinah
were taken aback momentarily.
"Halt," came the commanding voice of the lead rider. She addressed
Dinah and said, "I am Cythoe (pronounced Sith'-O-E) of the Amazon clan
Cypress. What is your destination, good sister?"
"We are going to the next town to do business."
"By 'the next town' do you you mean Altessa?"
"Yes."
"Did you have kin in Altessa?"
"No."
"Good. If you had I would have had to bid you condolences. We just
raided Altessa and burned it to the ground. The men we slaughtered,
for there were none fit for enslavement. The women we gave the choice
of joining us or seeking their place elsewhere. Thirteen we added to
our numbers and the rest left for other places. If you would like you
can follow us back to our village and do business with us."
Dinah found herself in an unexpected position. She looked to Hercules
for his lead, but he simply stood with the yoke on his shoulders,
apparently with his eyes downcast. The look of surprise on Dinah's
face and the long pause after the offer made Cythoe continue.
"I'm sorry, I did not even ask your name."
That was a question that Dinah could answer, so she snapped back to
reality and cleared her throat.
"My name is Dinah and this is Her..."
Hercules cut in, not wanting the Amazons to know his true identity,
"...Her loyal, humble, abject slave, Dirt."
Cythoe promptly kicked Hercules in the face and shouted, "Never
interrupt your Mistress while she is talking, slave!"
Dinah gasped half expecting Hercules to go into action right then and
there. But Hercules fell to his knees and said, "Oh, Goddess Cythoe of
the Amazon clan Cypress, please forgive me for my insolence."
Cythoe smiled at Hercules' submissive behavior. She turned to Dinah
and said, "Other than that little outburst of his, he seems to be
trained very well. I'm curious to know how you managed to train one so
big and strong as he by yourself. Or did you buy him that way?"
For a moment Dinah was again stunned. But having remembered the
strange remarks Hercules had made to her earlier, she soon caught on
and began to play along.
"He submits himself to me willingly. He fully recognizes the absolute
inferiority of his gender, and he feels compelled to serve us, the
superior gender."
"The supreme gender!" Cythoe interjected, pausing momentarily after
the word supreme for emphasis. Continuing she said, "And his name is
Dirt. How fitting. All men are good for is slave labor and to be
trampled like dirt beneath the feet of women." Cythoe gave another
thoughtful pause then continued, "So you submit to women willingly, male?"
"Yes, Goddess," came Hercules' humble reply.
"You have trained him to address women as Goddess instead of Mistress.
Very good, indeed! We are high enough above men for them to worship
us," she said to Dinah. Addressing Hercules once more she said,
"Dirt, your level of willing submission to women is very unusual in men
as big and strong as you appear to be."
"Goddess, my physical strength exists only to serve womankind," came
Hercules' seemingly sincere response.
Dinah couldn't believe her ears. Just a little while earlier and
Hercules had been the picture of dominant masculinity. Now he was
grovelling to women in word and deed. He seemed very good at it, as if
he were practiced. Dinah thought to herself, 'This must be the
something different Hercules spoke to me of.' She decided to make the
most of the occasion.
Dinah opened her mouth to speak, "Her... Dirt, why don't you show
Cythoe how sincere you are by allowing her to trample you beneath the
hooves of her horse. Show her just how fitting your name is." Dinah
had no fear that this would hurt Hercules, because he was Hercules.
And she thought it would gain her points in the mind of Cythoe who
could turn out to be a most useful advocate.
In rapt obedience, Hercules lifted the yoke from himself and crawled
before Cythoe's horse lying prone before horse and rider. Cythoe
glanced at Dinah in surprise at this demonstration of Hercules'
complete submission to the will of women. More so out of curiosity
than malice, Cythoe goaded her horse to trample slowly over Hercules'
prone form. When she had finished, Cythoe turned the horse around to
inspect the damage, only to find Hercules lying unharmed before her.
"He is strong, indeed," Cythoe commended.
Just then Cythoe gave the most diabolical smile. "I want him to turn
over face up."
Dinah started to protest, but Hercules had already obeyed. Cythoe now
had her horse trample slowly up the front of Hercules' body from feet
to head. When she got to his head, Cythoe stopped the horse with its
left foot right on Hercules face. Then she looked at Dinah defiantly,
as if to say, 'We'll see how strong he really is.'
Dinah sat back in her seat and tried to look unworried. Cythoe then
continued to engage her in idle chit-chat for about ten minutes. Some
of the other women in the group were beginning to snigger and chuckle
at Hercules' predicament. They had seen men tortured and crushed to
death before. But they had never seen this particular method used.
Hercules' head was sinking into the soft earth and it looked funny to
the other women when the horse seemed to be standing on level ground
again with hair radiating out from under its hoof.
Finally Dinah could take it no more and she said, "Are you satisfied
with my slave's strength and sincerity now?"
Cythoe nodded and pulled harshly on the horses reigns. This caused the
horse to rear up on its hind legs and stomp its front hooves down again
on Hercules' face. Dinah let out a faint whimper. After Cythoe had
moved her horse completely from Herucles' body, Dinah peered over the
edge afraid of what she might see. But to her surprise Hercules was
lying in the indented ground with the biggest smile on his face.
Unbeknownst to Dinah, this new treatment he was receiving at the feet
of women was arousing Hercules in ways he had never been aroused
before, and he liked it a lot.
Hercules resumed his position beneath the yoke and began pulling the
wagon once more. He and Dinah followed the Amazon group back to the
village of Cypress clan. When they arrived, Dinah was assigned living
quarters based on the estimate of her slave's potential labor
contribution. Thanks to Cythoe's lively recitation of Hercules'
earlier performance under hoof, the estimate was quite large and so
were the assigned quarters.
Later that night, when Dinah and Hercules were again alone, an
interesting dialogue began between the two. Hercules was in his room
looking out the window at the goings-on of the village. He was paying
particular interest to the slave labor. Just then Dinah barged in
boldly, but quickly returned to her meeker self with an apology of
having presumed on Hercules' privacy.
"I'm sorry I barged in on you. I guess I've just gotten used to this
whole slave owner relationship during the course of the day."
"No, please continue to regard me as your slave. I don't want you to
mistakenly address me with respect or by my real name in public. You
should get used to it."
"Why are you doing this?"
"I'm not sure. I guess I just got tired of always being regarded as
the Son of Zeus. I got tired of the role I have always been forced to
play. I wanted something different, something opposite."
"Well, this is about as opposite as it gets. How long are you going to
keep this up?"
"I don't know. Right now I'm just enjoying the experiences of my new
station. I don't want them to know I'm Hercules, at least not yet. If
I do get found out, though, I will take full responsibility for the
subterfuge. I will tell them you had no idea who I really was. That's
why I don't want you to slip up and call me by my real name in public.
I want you to have complete deniability, so that they will still
accept you even without me as your slave."
"Well, that is very thoughtful of you, Dirt," said Dinah with a
coquettish smile.
"Remember when you are showing off for them in public, be as mean and
nasty and degrading to me as you can. I want them to think very highly
of you and very lowly of me."
"I don't think I'll have a problem with that. But I am concerned about
hurting you."
"A horse stood on my face for ten minutes and then stomped on it. Do
you really think anything you or they could do to me would hurt me? I
am still Hercules, even if they don't know that."
"Ok mister 'I-am-Hercules'. I'm going to be extra nasty to you just for
that remark," she said again with a coquettish smile. "Exactly how
NASTY do you want me to be? I mean do you have any limits that I
should know not to go past?"
"I can tell by the way you emphasized the word nasty that you aren't
referring to pain. But the answer is no. Humiliate and degrade me in
any way you wish."
"Now that sounds like an offer that is too good to pass up. No matter
how old I get, I can always say I was the first girl to humiliate the
great Hercules and bring him to his knees with my feminine charms.
Don't worry. I'll definitely go hard on you."
"Good, and thank you for this. Now I am in your debt. I will do my
best to earn you as much commission as I can by my community service.
Hopefully, I will have you pretty well off by the end of next week...
so well off that you won't actually need me anymore. I don't really
want to stay in this particular Amazon village for long. I have a
loftier goal."
"A loftier goal? Just how lofty can Dirt be?"
"I have my eye on the throne, and the Queen Goddess who sits atop it."
"Huh, and here I thought you were with me for me. But you are just
using me to get to another girl. You cad."
Hercules chuckled at the sarcasm in Dinah's voice. "Good night, Dinah."
"Good night, Dirt."
Hercules lay awake for an hour that night recalling the events of the
day. He smiled to himself as he remembered all the new and wonderful
sensations. He almost bubbled into audible laughter as he recalled
Cythoe's apparent malice toward him and her attempts to crush him and
beat his strength. He didn't know exactly how he had happened into
this, but he knew he wanted more. As Hercules remembered, he relaxed.
Finally he drifted into a blissful slumber.
Part 2
The next morning Hercules awoke abruptly. There was pressure on his face and he couldn't see anything. Just then he heard a muffled noise and his nose and mouth filled with an unpleasant, but hearty smell.
"Wake up, Dirt!" came Dinah's laughing voice. "You told me to be NASTY to you, as NASTY as I wanted," then Dinah giggled again to herself.
Just then Hercules realized that Dinah was sitting on his face and she had awakened him by passing gas directly into his nose and mouth. Hercules had tensed briefly, reflexively when he had found himself awake in darkness with a light pressure against his face. Now that he had identified the source of the pressure and properly cognized the situation, he relaxed again and breathed deeply the remaining odor surrounding his nose and mouth. He could feel Dinah begin to lift her weight from his face. So he reached for her hips and gently held her in place.
"Oh, you want more! Well I never expected that. But I'm happy to oblige."
With that Dinah settled down again onto Hercules' face. During the night her body had thoroughly processed last evening's dinner and she had quite a bit of gas for Hercules' humiliation. Hercules removed his hands from Dinah's hips and relaxed his diaphragm. He didn't want to struggle to breathe beneath her. He wanted to be deprived of air and only breathe the gas from his Goddess' colon for as long as she was willing to oblige him. He warmed to the idea of being sustained by his Goddess' waste gas.
Dinah relaxed her abdominal muscles and waited for the gas to build in her lower intestines. As she waited she placed her hands on her hips and began to talk to Hercules as he lay submissively waiting beneath her.
"This morning Cythoe wants you to work at the grinding wheel."
Dinah passed gas noisily into Hercules' waiting nose and mouth. Hercules breathed deeply, grateful for this gracious provision from his Goddess. Dinah giggled to herself as she saw Hercules' chest rise as his lungs filled with her gas. It seemed to amuse her to no end that the great Hercules was actually submitting to this treatment. It seemed to amuse her to no end that the great Hercules was willingly sustaining his life by breathing in her waste gas.
"She says they have tons of grain to crush and the slaves are pathetically slow."
Dinah passed gas again, this time in four rapid spurts. Hercules had not exhaled her first provision. But he submissively breathed in her four successive ones. Hercules' lungs were overfilling, then compressing the excess gas without exhaling. Pressure, real pressure was building inside Hercules' lungs. He had never used his lungs in this way before, so he didn't know how long he could do this before really needing to exhale. But he was determined to submit to his Goddess for as long as she had gas to give.
"She believes you will be able to help the other slaves pick up the pace."
Dinah watched curiously as Hercules' chest would rise then fall only halfway each time she passed gas into his nose and mouth. She knew he wasn't exhaling, but he seemed to be calm and relaxed beneath her, so she continued with the treatment.
Dinah passed gas into Hercules' nose and mouth about twelve more times. Each time Hercules' chest would rise then fall only halfway. On the twelfth time Hercules felt pain, real pain from the intense pressure in his lungs. But he held it all in, not wanting to exhale with such force that would lift Dinah unpredictably off his face. He didn't want to risk even the slightest discomfort for her. So he lay there, at her mercy, at her discretion, waiting for her to finish voiding her colon of her waste gas into his submissive nose and mouth.
Dinah stretched and yawned, then she said, "Looks like that's all I have for you this morning, Dirt."
With that she climbed off Hercules' face and stood over him straddling his chest.
"I know that you haven't exhaled yet, Dirt. I want you to hold all that nasty gas inside your lungs for just a little longer. I want to see just how much you can take."
Dinah turned to face Hercules, still straddling his chest. She looked down into his eyes with a diabolical smile and then jumped with all her might high into the air and came down with both feet right on Hercules' diaphragm.
"Snick!" was the only sound that came from Hercules as he struggled to contain all the gas that his Goddess had passed into his lungs. Dinah smiled a dominant smile and jumped again and again and again. In all she jumped twenty times until SHE was out of breath. Then she climbed down and walked out of Hercules' room leaving the door open.
From the distance Hercules could hear Dinah say, "Good job, Dirt! Ok, you can breathe now."
Hercules exhaled with such force that the door to his room actually blew closed. Hercules lay there on the bed weakened by his last encounter with Dinah, and he learned better than to underestimate the power of a determined woman. He had challenged her the night before, and she had proven her ability to push even his limits.
Five minutes later, Dinah returned to the room. "You are making breakfast, slave Dirt. Do you think you can neglect your duties at home just because you are doing community work outside the home?"
"Yes, Goddess. I mean no, Goddess," came Hercules' uncertain reply.
Dinah chuckled to herself and smirked at Hercules' complete submission to her. She had been half joking, but she could see that Hercules was completely committed to this new Goddess/slave relationship. So she undertook her morning ablutions while Hercules made breakfast for them both. Once she was finished, she came to the kitchen table to eat breakfast. Hercules lay dutifully supine under the table at the feet of her chair. Dinah took her seat and ate as she warmed her feet on Hercules' manly chest.
When she finished eating, she scraped her leftovers onto Hercules' plate. His food was now tepid. Dinah placed his plate on the floor at Hercules' head. She then made him roll over onto his stomach so he could look directly at his plate on the floor. Dinah now moved her chair around the table and placed it in front of the plate of food. With bare feet made dirty by her walking on the stone floor she stepped into the plate of Hercules' food and walked around freely, mashing his food into a consistent pulp beneath her dirty feet. Then she sat in her chair and commanded Hercules to eat his breakfast. Hercules complied, forcing his face into the plate of mashed up food as he ravenously devoured his breakfast. Then Dinah commanded Hercules to lick the rest of his breakfast from her dirty feet.
Hercules couldn't have been more passionate in his rapt obedience to this latest command. Dinah was pleased at Hercules' obvious level of submission to and adoration for her. Not to mention that she thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of Hercules' tongue as it darted back and forth over her feet and between her toes. Once Dinah's feet were cleared of both the food debris and the dirt from the floor, she ordered Hercules to wash her feet with warm water and put on her shoes. And finally, after all these duties were performed, Dinah allowed Hercules to attend to his own morning ablutions before submitting himself to community service.
"You have a lot of work to do today, Dirt. So you better get ready, and you better make me look good today. Don't expect any mercy from me now that I have seen that you truly desire such extreme humiliation by women. I own you, Dirt, and I may not let you go at the end of next week. After all, you are my ticket to wealth and power. So you had better make me happy, and you had better make me very rich. Then I'll consider dismissing you."
"Yes, Goddess," came Hercules' willing reply.
Dinah had been testing Hercules to see if he would submit to her even if she threatened to interfere with his plans. And from what she could tell, he was completely and willingly her property to do with whatever she wanted. But just to be safe, she decided not to make good on her threat.
Later that morning, Dinah rode on Hercules' shoulders to meet Cythoe at the grinding wheel. Cythoe smiled when she glimpsed Dinah's means of transportation.
"He is a very useful slave isn't he?" Cythoe piped.
"Yes, indeed he is," came Dinah's proud response.
"We have ten slaves on the grinding wheel from sunup to sundown. We switch them for ten others halfway through the day. But no matter who we put on this wheel, we cannot seem to grind enough grain in one day's time. I think your big strong slave, Dirt, should be able to change that for us if we put him on the wheel in place of one of the other slaves."
"No!" said Dinah emphatically.
A look of utter surprise came across the face of Cythoe. A similar look came across the face of Hercules even though his face was hidden from view, because his head was bowed down as his neck still bore some of Dinah's seated weight.
"No!" said Dinah emphatically again.
"But I thought we had a deal. I vouched for you and your slave. You only have those bounteous quarters because of my word. I refuse to have my reputation tarnished by a newcomer!" said Cythoe with a look of dire seriousness on her face.
Dinah smiled calculatingly. "How much do those slaves earn for their mistresses by pushing the grinding wheel?"
"This is one of the hardest jobs in the village. They earn two denarius each per shift."
"So one slave earns two denarius for every half-day worked?"
"Yes, the only job that pays more is bridge building, because it is such dangerous work. A mistress needs to be compensated well, just in case her slave is injured or killed while building the bridge."
"And how much does that pay?"
"It pays five denarius per half-day shift."
Dinah looked down at Hercules with a devious smile and then back up at Cythoe who still had an intense look on her face.
"When I said no, I didn't mean no to putting Dirt on the grinding wheel. When I said no, I meant no to replacing only one slave with him. I want more than the paltry wage of one worker."
"Then how many of the slaves did you want Dirt to stand in for?"
"All of them."
Cythoe was stunned. "That's impossible! I admit that Dirt is very strong, but no slave can possibly do the work of ten others. Besides, I want to increase the output, not reduce it."
Dinah smiled a knowing smile. "I'll guarantee that Dirt will not only crush your target amount of grain for the day, but he will do so in only one half-day shift. And I want the wage of all ten slaves for two shifts when he does. That should work out to forty denarius for the day."
Cythoe stared in disbelief. "Even if Dirt could somehow do that, he would be so worn out that he would have to be put down."
"You let me worry about how worn out Dirt will be. Do we have a deal?"
Cythoe paused in thought for a moment. "Well, you have been right about him so far. But I can't see how any slave could do what you claim Dirt can do."
"Listen, I know you put your reputation on the line for me, and I appreciate it, Cythoe. I won't let you down. If Dirt doesn't do everything I say he will, you can have him to do whatever you wish to him, and I will leave the village for good. But if he does what I claim he will, imagine the credibility it will lend to your word and reputation."
Cythoe again took pause. Finally, "Ok, it's a deal."
Dinah kicked her heels into Hercules' sides and he lowered himself to gently place Dinah on the ground. Cythoe dismissed the other slaves and chained Hercules to the wheel.
Dinah approached Hercules and whispered in his ear, "I know that even this will be nothing for you. But when you finish today's work, be sure to act as if you are completely exhausted. I have a nice little punishment planned for you to make me look good in front of the Amazons."
Hercules nodded and said, "Yes, Goddess."
Dinah smiled and turned to Cythoe. The two women walked off toward the rest of the village. It was time for Dinah's tour.
Hercules was briefly distracted by the light conversation of the two women as they walked away. He was snapped back to attention by the crack of a whip across his back. The amazon woman who was responsible for watching over the grinding wheel slaves was intent on meeting her quota for the day, and she was none too happy about the deal that Dinah had made with Cythoe. But she was determined to work Hercules to the bone as quickly as possible so she could get a replacement set of slaves to grind the grain.
Hercules turned his attention to the grinding wheel and he began to push, slowly at first, because he wanted to experience the sting of the whip wielded by his womanly taskmaster. She obliged with harsh intent and after about ten lashes, Hercules was pushing the wheel about twice as fast as all ten of the other slaves would have pushed the wheel.
The amazon watching Hercules was very pleased with his pace so she stopped lashing him. Hercules knew he could maintain this pace with ease indefinitely. So he settled into a groove and let his thoughts drift to his dream of the Amazon Queen on her throne of men.
Part 3
Hercules was brought out of his reverie by the crack of the whip. The Amazon was actually signaling him to stop pushing the wheel. When Hercules came to a stop and looked around, there was quite a crowd of Amazons watching in amazement at his performance. Hercules had been completely oblivious to them before, because he had been absorbed in his thoughts of the Amazon Queen sitting on her throne of men.
Hercules saw Cythoe approaching him with the key to his chains. He saw Dinah hovering in the background and recalled her instructions to pretend to be completely exhausted. When Cythoe unchained him, Hercules fell to the base of the grinding wheel platform and rolled off onto the ground. Cythoe looked down with a satisfied smile from the platform above him. She was glad that he had performed so well, because her reputation would be bolstered. But she was even happier to see him lying defeated and broken on the ground. Nothing pleased Cythoe more than to break a slave and leave him in a defeated heap on the ground.
The Amazon who had been watching over Hercules as he ground the grain came to Cythoe and declared proudly, "He crushed once and one half over the amount of grain that is required for an entire day. And he did it in only one half day."
Cythoe looked at Dinah who wore a very proud look of self satisfaction on her face. Cythoe looked down at Hercules briefly to determine where to step. With that she stepped onto his chest and wiped her boots viciously before walking over to Dinah. The other Amazon followed also stepping on Hercules' chest and wiping her boots on his supine body. Cythoe looked at Dinah intensely.
"I guess you were right about Dirt."
Dinah just smiled and said, "Where's my wage?"
Cythoe smirked to herself, "You have a community account opened at the treasurer's center. All your slave's wages are recorded there. Anytime you need to do business, you can either write a note of transfer or go to the treasurer's center to get actual monies."
"So my account should now reflect the forty denarius earned by my slave today."
"It will just as soon as I report it."
"Fair enough."
Dinah turned her attention to Hercules. She walked over to his fallen form and kicked him harshly in the head.
"You pathetic, worthless slave! Why are you lying on the ground? No one told you to take a break. But since all you want to do is lie around, I want you to lie before the feet of all the Amazons here so that they can walk all over you like the dirt that you are."
Dinah looked around at the group of Amazons watching her. She could hear the muffled conversation of several of them making comments like, "Her slave just earned in one half day the wage of ten slaves for a whole day, yet she torments him still," and "She is truly a harsh mistress worthy of the name Amazon."
Dinah found a puddle of mud and commanded Hercules to lie face up in the puddle. Then she invited every one of the thirty to forty Amazons to trample over Hercules' body as they went about their business. All the Amazons seemed keen to trample Hercules underfoot. Hercules just lay there submissively as the line of eager women pressed his body further and further down into the mud. Finally only Dinah, Cythoe, and the Amazon who had been watching over Hercules as he pushed the grinding wheel remained. All three stood looking down upon Hercules's sunken body as Dinah began to speak.
"How many slaves are there currently building bridges?"
Cythoe responded, "There are two bridge buildings going on right now. One of the projects has been underway for twenty days and is nearly halfway finished. There are about one hundred slaves on that project. The other project has just begun today and has one hundred fifty slaves working on it. Why?"
"I want dirt to finish the project that is nearly halfway finished."
"You mean you want him to help finish it?"
"No, I want him to finish it."
"By himself? Now that truly is impossible! Not to mention the fact that he is completely exhausted from his work at the grinding wheel. I won't even try to convince the bridge authority to do that."
"Dirt is completely submissive to my will. If I command him to recover from his exhaustion so he can do more work for me, then he will recover from his exhaustion."
"That may be, but even if he were fully rested, he could never replace one hundred slaves."
"Cythoe, need I remind you that I have been completely right about Dirt's abilities until now. Need I remind you that you have doubted my word the whole time. And each time my slave Dirt has done everything I claimed he could do. I'm getting a little bit tired of having you second guess me every time I make a claim as to his ability."
"Fine, I will take you to the bridge authority. But I will no longer vouch for Dirt. You are making ridiculous claims and I will not be responsible for your slave's failure! You can try to convince the bridge authority yourself."
Dinah simply nodded. The other Amazon who had been watching over Hercules as he pushed the grinding wheel now had nothing to do for the rest of the day. So she thanked Dinah for the efficient performance of her slave and then walked away, trampling over Hercules as she left.
Dinah commanded Hercules to get out of the mud and follow her. Cythoe reluctantly led Dinah and Hercules to the bridge authority. When they arrived, a group of Amazons were already there, animatedly relating what Hercules had done at the grinding wheel. The Amazon in charge of this bridge building project was now curious to see what Hercules could do. So she readily accepted Dinah's offer to replace all one hundred slaves with Hercules.
"What is your slave's name?" inquired the Amazon.
"His name is Dirt," said Dinah matter-of-factly.
"How fitting," quipped the Amazon.
Cythoe turned away in disgust and left to tend to other business. Now that her reputation was no longer connected to Hercules' performance, she only wished him failure. She wanted him to collapse under the immense load of replacing one hundred slaves so that she could gloat about being right. But she said nothing. She only left.
The Amazon in charge of the bridge project dismissed all one hundred slaves for reassignment elsewhere.
She spoke to Dinah, "The bridge is halfway built. It needs to be finished and then lifted into place and secured. Do you think that Dirt can do all that by himself?"
"Yes he can. You had one hundred slaves working on this bridge for twenty days and they have only half completed the project."
"That's right."
"Then we are talking about one hundred slaves at a rate of five denarius per half-day shift times two shifts per day for twenty days. That comes to one thousand denarius per day for twenty days or twenty thousand denarius."
"That is correct. Building bridges is one of the most important and expensive jobs that we have in this community. It helps us to expand our territory and facilitates travel to those expanded areas. That is why Amazons volunteer their slaves for the job. It pays so well and gives them prestige for having lent their slaves to this important work. I can tell you now that some of the mistresses will not be happy that you have offered Dirt to replace all one hundred slaves on this project."
"But building the bridge and building it quickly is of utmost importance, right?"
"Yes, you are right about that."
"Then I will have my slave Dirt finish this project in three days."
The Amazon stared in absolute disbelief. Before she could collect her thoughts to say anything, Dinah spoke, "But I want the entire twenty thousand denarius credited to my account at that time."
Th Amazon found her voice, "Yes, of course. If your slave can complete this project by himself in only three days' time, the saved time will be more than worth paying the full amount to your account."
"Good," said Dinah, "so we have a deal."
"Yes, we have a deal."
Then Dinah turned to Hercules and announced loudly before all Amazons gathered, "Dirt, you will complete this building project in three days' time. You will neither eat nor sleep in all that time, but you will sacrifice your strength for my financial gain. Is that clear, Dirt?"
"Yes, Goddess," was Hercules' only reply.
There was hushed conversation amongst all the Amazons present about the harshness of Dinah toward her slave, Dirt. Many doubted that any slave could fulfill such an unreasonable command as Dinah had placed upon her slave, Dirt. Some of the Amazons even thought Dinah was crazy for even suggesting such a thing. But one thing was certain. They all wanted to see if Dirt could do what Dinah said he could do. And so the spectacle began.
Dinah left to make sure that Cythoe had reported her slave's wage to the treasurer's center and Hercules began his work. The bridge was a complex lattice of logs of various sizes and Hercules began as he had when making a wagon for Dinah. He found rocks and broke them into cutting blades of various sizes. Then he felled trees and used the rock blades to cut and shape the logs as he needed. Hercules worked through the night and by dawn he had prepared all the wooden members he would need to complete the construction of the bridge.
At dawn, Hercules began completing the lattice work of logs using the wooden members he had prepared. As he worked many Amazons came and went, all of them eager to witness this spectacle of male submission to his mistress. Some were heard to say, "He calls his mistress Goddess as he does all women. His submission to her is absolute."
Also in the crowd were the Amazons who had lost their slaves' wages due to Hercules' completing the job on his own. Cythoe had stirred up discontent among them on account of her craving to see Hercules fail at this task. And so this group of discontent Amazons led by Cythoe sought any opportunity to hinder Hercules in his work. Often they would approach him and command him to serve them in some menial way. And every time, Hercules would humbly comply. Believing they had successfully hindered Hercules in his work, the Amazons retired to their quarters at night. It was during this second night that Hercules worked diligently to complete the bridge. By morning, Hercules had only the support posts left to sink into the ground for the bridge's installing.
Cythoe and her discontent Amazons came 'round early in the morning. They couldn't believe what they saw. Here, Hercules had completed the bridge overnight dispite their attempts to hinder his efforts. He was a full day ahead of schedule. But he had yet to sink the support posts into the ground for installing the bridge. And so Cythoe devised a plan that she thought would surely defeat Hercules' strength.
"Dirt," she called. "We need this bridge to be held in place right now so that we may go about our daily business upon it. And since you have not yet sunk the support posts for the bridge, I want you to place the bridge upon your back and hold it for the entire day as we carry out our business."
Cythoe expected Dirt to collapse from sheer exhaustion or to beg her for mercy. But instead she was greeted by a simple, "Yes, Goddess."
With that Hercules hoisted the entire bridge, what must have been a fifty-foot span, onto his back and maneuvered it into place between the two embankments. He then stooped on one knee and held the bridge firmly in place. Cythoe and the other Amazons stared in disbelief at his obedience to what they had thought was an unreasonable command.
Not to be outdone, Cythoe sent word to the Amazons in the village to bring all their westward traffic through this route and over the bridge that Hercules was holding in place. Dinah heard this message proclaimed in the village and went to the bridge site herself. What she saw actually made her angry. She was furious that Cythoe was now actively trying to hinder Hercules from completing his task as promised. But she also knew Hercules craved just this type of insane abuse. So she calmly walked down the embankment and came to Hercules' side.
"Well, Dirt, is this what you wanted?"
"Yes, Goddess."
"I know you haven't slept or eaten in two days. Are you going to be able to hold this bridge all day and still complete its installation by morning?"
"Yes, Goddess."
"Alright, then. I will allow you to undergo this torment as well. But I definitely want to have a word with Cythoe."
"Thank you, Goddess."
Dinah left Hercules' side and climbed the embankment. She approached Cythoe and demanded, "Why have you tried to hinder my slave, Dirt, in the performance of his duty to me?"
"Are you afraid that your slave won't be able to make good on your promise?" Cythoe asked coyly.
"No, he'll obey your command and still complete the bridge installation on time. But I don't appreciate your trying to make him fail, because that means you are trying to make me fail. I thought that we were friends, even sisters."
Cythoe gave pause after this appeal. Her face softened and she felt hurt at her heart that she had tried to undermine Dinah's success.
"I'm sorry, Dinah. I was too proud to admit that you were right and I was wrong. I will never again doubt your claims about Dirt's abilities. He is indeed a very valuable slave. Maybe one day you can be persuaded to sell him."
"Perhaps, one day," Dinah offered.
In all this time and for the rest of the day Hercules held the bridge fast as Amazons and their cattle and their flocks and their herds traveled back and forth across the bridge borne entirely on his back. Finally at day's end Hercules was able to rest from his burden as he put the bridge down. He had only this night left to sink all the supports and install the bridge. With the traffic in the village now at a crawl as most Amazons slept in their beds, Hercules worked with the speed and surety of a god. And when the sun rose, here the Amazons found the bridge installed securely in place with Hercules sprawled across its middle fast asleep. Cythoe sent for Dinah.
When Dinah arrived, she saw Hercules sprawled across the middle of the bridge fast asleep. Cythoe asked, "He has completed the bridge, but now lies in the way. What would you have us do?"
"He is but dirt beneath our feet. Let all your traffic travel over his body as he sleeps in the way. Besides that, he has served me well and deserves his rest, because for nearly three days he has had neither sleep nor food. Yet he has obeyed my command explicitly."
With that the Amazons began their daily business trampling upon the sleeping body of Hercules as if he were nothing but dirt beneath their feet. They and their cattle and their flocks and their herds all crossed the sleeping body of Hercules in the middle of the bridge. Even their fully loaded carts and wagons rolled over the sleeping body of Hercules as the Amazons went about their daily business making use of the new bridge that Hercules had finished building and installing.
Hercules awakened at nightfall and found himself almost completely covered by the accumulated dirt from the feet and wheels of all that had crossed his body during his slumber. As he became fully aware, he realized he was possessed of a terrible hunger. So he traveled into the woods beyond the bridge and felled a deer. He quickly carried it back to Dinah's house where he proceeded to clean and cook the deer. Dinah said little to him while he was absorbed in his work.
Once they both had eaten, Hercules bathed himself and washed the meager rags he now called clothes. Finally he came to Dinah who was sitting calmly by the fire in the hearth. Hercules bowed low to the earth and said, "Goddess, I have completed the work you have given me to do."
"And you did a fine job of it, too, Dirt. I'm proud of you. And I am also twenty thousand denarius richer. Because of the excellent job you did on the bridge, the bridge authority wants you to completely build and install the second bridge. They have estimated that even with two daily shifts of one hundred fifty slaves per shift, it would have taken ninety days to complete this bridge. I told them it would only take you until the end of next week. They are willing to pay me the full estimated cost of one hundred thirty-five thousand denarius for your labor. I will be the richest woman in this village of Amazons and won't have to worry at all about money for the rest of my life. Even better, I have found a traveling Amazon who has been dispatched from the Amazon Queen herself. She was charged with finding you and purchasing you, because news of your servitude has reached all the way to the ears of the Amazon Queen. At the end of next week, we will both get what we want. I will sell you to her for the price of twenty of her best slaves. You will be on your way to the Amazon Queen and I will be financially independent."
Hercules let this news sink in. "Thank you, Goddess."
Dinah giggled. "You're welcome, Dirt. And thank you for everything...," Dinah trailed off and added softly, "Hercules."
Hercules kissed Dinah's feet and looked up into her eyes. He saw that she wanted more than his humble foot worship. So he stood up, raising Dinah to her feet as he stood. Then he took her and lay down with her and they comforted each other until the morning.
The next day Hercules began work on the new bridge. This one was higher off the ground than he could reach by simply standing, so he would have to employ ropes to hoist the bridge into place once it was built. But he had no problem with any aspect of its construction or installation. In fact, with no hinderance from anyone and being able to rest and eat each night, Hercules finished two days ahead of schedule. That gave him two days to be with Dinah before he was sold to the traveling Amazon. And both he and Dinah wanted the same thing for those two days.
Once Dinah made sure that Hercules' wages had been deposited into her account, she came home and commanded Hercules to service her in all manners and ways until they both lay spent on the evening of the second day. And they slept in each other's arms for the last time this night, a beautiful end to what had proven to be a beautiful relationship. They would each remember the other always.
Part 4
The next morning, without much ado, Hercules was sold to the traveling Amazon whose name was Phaedra. In return, Dinah received twenty of Phaedra's best slaves. But both Phaedra and Dinah knew that Phaedra had gotten the better end of the deal.
"His name is Dirt and he thrives best when he is actually treated like dirt beneath the feet of women," offered Dinah.
"Yes, I have heard about his extraordinary subservience to women. That is why the Queen herself has dispatched me to secure him. She wants to see for herself what this slave can do."
And with that Phaedra fettered Hercules to her saddle and rode forth from the village dragging Hercules behind her. She wanted to see how well he could run. The rest of her party including her remaining slaves followed at a slower pace and would catch up to her at Amazon City where the Amazon Queen herself resided.
For miles she rode flat out with Hercules running behind her. For at least a marathon Hercules ran with Phaedra on her horse. And while he was certain that he could have outlasted Phaedra's horse, he decided to show signs of weakness for the horse's sake. Hercules pretended to trip, then he fell to the ground with Phaedra still riding full speed ahead. She dragged Hercules without mercy for at least one and one half miles before her horse tired and slowed down on its own.
Phaedra pulled the horse to a stop beside a large oak tree where she dismounted and lashed the horse to a low hanging branch. "I have heard many things about your strength and endurance," she quipped. "It seems that some of them may have been an exaggeration. But you did keep up with my steed for over a marathon's distance. I know of no other slave who can do that."
Hercules made no attempt to respond. He simply lay face down in the pile of dirt that had been scooted along by his body as he was dragged behind Phaedra's horse. Phaedra walked over to where Hercules lay and looked down at his form embedded in a mound of dirt. "Dirt, what a fitting name. I like it and all that it implies."
With that she turned around and sat down right on Hercules' head forcing his face firmly down into the dirt. Hercules allowed his body to go limp beneath Phaedra. As Phaedra continued to sit on the back of Hercules' head, he drifted off into a blissful slumber.
Hercules found himself in a familiar dream. He again was in the form of a faerie while he buzzed around the Amazon Queen as she sat on her throne of men. His attention was again arrested by the spectacle of seeing the Amazon Queen eliminate her bodily wastes into the waiting mouths of her male slaves. Then he saw more of the Amazon Queen's courtly rituals than he had seen before in his dreams. It appeared that the Amazon Queen had female servants as well. They freely trampled upon the Queen's floor of men as they approached her throne. They each kneeled before the queen, pressing their knees into the faces of the men who made up the floor around the queen's throne. As the two servant girls knelt before the Amazon Queen, they each took one of her feet, removed her sandals, and began massaging her feet dutifully.
Just then, Hercules was spotted by the Amazon Queen, and as in all of his dreams before, she swatted him down to the floor of men. This time she was unable to stomp on his fallen form, so she called to one of her female guards to do the job for her. The Hercules faerie was stunned, but recovered just in time to avoid the large boot of the female guard as it came crashing down on the face of one of the men making up the floor around the Amazon Queen's throne.
Hercules in faerie form now flew with determined speed directly for the Amazon Queen's vagina. The male slave who had received her waste liquid was now licking all traces of said liquid from her most sacred area. Hercules timed his movements precisely and slipped inside the Amazon Queen between the licks of her slave's dutiful tongue.
The Queen immediately tensed with shock and surprise. But as Hercules' faerie essence began to react with the Queen's vaginal environment, a pleasant warmth began to grow within the Queen and she relaxed into the sensation. As she did, she waved her female guard away and began once again to enjoy the ministrations of her female servants as they dutifully massaged her feet. She also took notice once again of the sensations of her two male waste slaves as they continued to lick both her anus and her vagina free of the remnants of her most recent waste eliminations.
The Amazon Queen began to moan with pleasure as the building warmth in her groin began to radiate outward through her whole body. She caressed her own nipples as she began to writhe slightly with the overwhelming pleasantness of the entire experience. She could feel the faerie moving inside her. The Queen now spread her legs wider, inviting deeper penetration from her slave's tongue. The two female servants were forced to stumble sideways on the floor of men around the Queen's throne to compensate for the Queen's new foot positions. The Queen's moaning got louder and more frequent as her writhing intensified.
Inside the sacred place of the Queen, Hercules was having a much different experience. His small form was being overcome by the growing warmth of the reaction that his faerie essence was having with the vaginal environment of the Amazon Queen. Not only was he sweltering, but he was also finding it increasingly difficult to breathe. He noticed that his body was glowing with ever increasing brightness. And the more he struggled, the weaker he became. It was as if this growing weakness penetrated to the very bone. He wasn't just losing strength, he was being consumed altogether. Soon he glowed so brightly that the light could be seen through the Queen's skin outside her body at a distance of up to fifteen feet.
Hercules was dying. He could feel himself slipping away, but there was nothing he could do about it. The Amazon Queen continued to writhe violently as her pleasure continued to build to a climax. The female slaves who were massaging her feet could barely hold her feet in their hands, because the Queen was so animated with her pleasure. The slave who was licking the Queen's vagina knew better than to stop until the Queen herself commanded it. And taking a cue from the Queen's moaning and movements he licked passionately for all he was worth. The slave who had been licking the Queen's anus continued as well, forcing his tongue deeper into her as she neared her climax.
The Queen looked briefly at the two female servants who were tending to her feet and forcefully uttered one word with apparent difficulty, "Lick!" At that the two female servants began licking the Queen's feet and between her toes and occasionally sucking the Queen's toes. Hercules was now seeing the scene from within the Queen's vagina and from outside her body at the same time, although he had no sense of actually being outside her body. The floor of men, the throne of men, the female servants, and the Queen herself all seemed to Hercules like some demonic mass of undulating flesh, glowing and pulsating with some primal rhythm.
As the Amazon Queen neared her climax, Hercules could feel himself growing thin. He could no longer breathe, because he was as thin as the air itself and he glowed more brightly than he had ever before. And as the Queen reached climax, she clenched her butt cheeks tightly, trapping the tongue of her anus slave deep inside her as the tip of his tongue continued to wiggle helplessly. She pointed her toes in carpopedal reflex, forcing her feet deep into the waiting mouths of her female servants. The two women dropped their hands to the floor of men for support as they leaned forward into the forceful invasion of their mouths by their Queen's rigid feet. And they continued to run their trapped tongues frantically over the balls and toes of their Queen's feet as she continued to probe deeper into their open mouths. The Queen's vagina slave now thrust his tongue as deep inside the Queen as he could get it to go. And as the Queen pinched and twisted her own nipples on this, the final threshold of her climax, Hercules' body disappeared with a gentle pop as if it dispersed outward into the glow itself. And the Queen came! A series of violent shudders wracked her rigid body in waves as the warmth passed through her and gradually drained away. The light of the glow too was seen to fade gradually until it could be seen no more from outside the Queen's body.
And as the Amazon Queen gradually began to relax, so too did those slaves and servants who had been accomplices to the Queen's most recent orgasm. Hercules now saw the scene only from outside the Queen's body. And as the Queen relaxed, so too did the image fade from Hercules' mind and he found himself once again awake.
Phaedra was still sitting on the back of Hercules' head. He had no way of knowing how long a time had passed in the real world while he had been having his dream of the Amazon Queen. Phaedra noticed that Hercules was now awake and said, "Welcome back, Dirt. You fell asleep under me for a few minutes. Now, normally I would punish a slave who had fallen asleep without my permission, but you did have quite a run. So I'll let it pass this time so long as you make camp for us and hunt something for us to eat. Remember, I am still evaluating your skills for my report to the Queen."
Phaedra unceremoniously stood up freeing Hercules' once trapped head. She walked over to the oak tree where her horse was lashed and sat down between two of the roots that showed through at the base of the tree. Hercules got up and found that his fetters had been removed. He then proceeded to make a camp fire in much the same way as he had all those days ago when he had first contemplated seeking out the Amazons.
Phaedra watched with rapt attention as Hercules made a fire. Then her look gave way to one of being impressed when he prepared a tightly woven pallet of branches and leaves for her comfort. After this Hercules used his masterful skills as a hunter to find and kill several small game animals. He brought them back to the camp and prepared them for cooking, after which he roasted them on the fire. Hercules humbly allowed Phaedra to eat her fill before he finished all that was left.
Phaedra smiled as she lay on her soft pallet and watched Hercules finish her leftovers. "You are a rare man, Dirt. I was told that you willingly submit to women, calling them Goddess instead of mistress."
"Yes Goddess," came Hercules' reply somewhat muffled by the food he was eating.
"I suppose no woman could actually force you to submit. Come to think of it, I suppose even a village of women would have an impossible task trying to force someone of your obvious strength and endurance to submit."
Phaedra paused a moment in thought while watching Hercules eat. Then she continued, "Dirt, why do you submit voluntarily to women?"
Hercules was caught off guard by this question, and he suppressed a small cough as he choked down his mouthful of food. Hercules thought for a moment under the expectant gaze of Phaedra, then he asked, "Goddess, may I approach you to come near to your feet and no further?"
"Yes, Dirt, you may."
Hercules hunkered down and crawled over to Phaedra's feet. He looked sheepishly from between her feet into her expectant eyes. "I have seen the way that men rule over women and I have seen the way that women rule over men. I have noticed that men seek only the diminution of women, whereas women seek the usefulness of men. Therefore, the rule of women is superior to the rule of men."
Hercules paused as Phaedra smiled and continued to stare dominantly into Hercules' eyes. He continued, "I have also seen that women alone bear life. Indeed the power of the world is the bearing of life and women alone have been given this power. For this reason alone women are superior to men."
Hercules again paused, this time giving the impression that he was uncertain how to proceed. Phaedra noticed his uncertainty and beckoned him on, "Go on, Dirt. Your answers are wise for a mere male slave."
Hercules continued, "Since the gods alone create life, it is apparent to me that women are thus gods. That is why I address all women as Goddess. And the beauty of some women surpasses the beauty of the heavens themselves. Can there be any doubt that women are divine?"
Phaedra's smile had grown from ear to ear as she listened intently to Hercules. He could see that his answers were pleasing to her, so he decided to wax even more obsequious. "But those reasons are good for all mankind. It is why all men should recognize the superiority of women. I have personal reasons as well."
"Speak them to me now," Phaedra commanded. She was more than curious as to what could compel such a strong and daunting man personally to grovel so eagerly at the feet of women.
"I am but the humble son of a slave girl, and yet I have seen gods weakened by her beauty. Can there be a greater power in all of creation than the beauty of a woman? And can I consider myself as anything more than dirt beneath the feet of such power as would seduce even the gods?"
Phaedra was convinced now of Hercules' sincerity in a way that she had never been before. She would include all that he had said in her report to the Amazon Queen. "The Queen will be so pleased with you," she admitted to Hercules. "She will want demonstrations of your strength and your servitude. I will see to those demonstrations personally. Finish eating your food, then go to sleep, Dirt. You will need to be fresh in the morning." Hercules complied and went to sleep amidst the roots of the oak tree.
The next morning Hercules was awakened by the noise of a struggle at some distance. When he opened his eyes he saw that Phaedra had been set upon by thug mercenaries from abroad. "She must have distanced herself while I was sleeping in order to ease nature," Hercules thought to himself, "and here she has been set upon by thug mercenaries on her return."
With that Hercules leapt into the air crashing upward and outward through the branches of the oak tree. He landed directly in the midst of the mercenary band. Whereas Phaedra was still in battle with several mercenaries at once, Hercules began knocking the rest of the members from their horses. With a single blow he would knock the man from his horse and render him unconscious. Soon there were only the four left who were doing battle with Phaedra. She was faring well against them all, but was tiring. Hercules now engaged three at once leaving Phaedra in fair battle with one mercenary. Hercules grabbed two of the men by the throat, one in each hand. Then he head-butted the third man into unconsciousness. Finally, he brought the other two men together forcefully at the backs of their heads leaving them both unconscious as well.
Phaedra quickly dispatched the other man, running him through with her sword so that he died. Hercules had already begun to drape each man face down over the horses that the men had been riding. Then he tied them all fast by the hands and the feet, bound once and then again beneath the bellies of the horses. Phaedra turned to see that all the other men had been dispatched and bound over their horses by Hercules. And she said, "I do know this day that you are sincere in your adherence to rule by women, for you had opportunity to escape and leave me to perish. But you fought for your Goddess and delivered your Goddess out of the hands of wicked men."
Hercules accepted this acknowledgement without comment. But he fell at the feet of Phaedra and said, "A further gift for Her Majesty, the Amazon Queen Goddess. These men may be used as slaves or tortured and killed for her amusement, Goddess."
Phaedra smiled a dominant smile. She loved the way Hercules seem so insistently submissive. He did all the work. All she had to do was accept his offering. "Yes, Dirt, this will make a nice gift for the Queen. And I will tell her of your actions here today."
Hercules pretended to mistake her intent for he said, "I beg the Goddess Phaedra to conceal my efforts from the Queen, for I have sinned against my Goddess Phaedra in that I allowed these men to set upon her at all. For it was my duty to prevent any discomfort to my Goddess. I beg that you punish me here and now for my error, but let not the Queen know of my failure." And he continued to grovel at her feet and beg insistently on punishment from her here and now.
Phaedra couldn't believe her ears. She didn't blame Hercules at all for her ordeal with the mercenaries, but she liked that he begged forgiveness anyway. Still her report to the Queen would be incomplete without including this incident. So she said, "I will punish you here and now for your negligence, slave Dirt. And I will report to the Queen only your valor in defeating these mercenaries."
Hercules became the picture of enraptured gratitude as he kissed Phaedra's feet passionately and thanked her repeatedly. Phaedra ordered Hercules to bury the man she had killed and then place cloth gags in the mouths of all the captured men. After that she had him tie the horses together by their reins so that they could all be led in a line to the Amazon City.
"Now for your punishment," Phaedra said. With that she made Hercules remove his rags and then kneel between the roots of the oak tree. Then she had him reach around the oak tree with both arms as far as he could. "Don't move!" came her firm command as she took out her whip and gave Hercules twenty lashes.
Hercules didn't move. He didn't even flinch as lash after lash assaulted his back. Finally, Phaedra allowed Hercules to release his hold on the tree and stand up. But she would not allow him to put on his clothes.
"Your punishment is not over," she said. Then with a diabolical smile she continued, "I was on my way to ease nature this morning when I was set upon by those mercenaries. However, I never got the chance. And since it is your fault for not preventing their attack altogether, I'm going to make use of your mouth to relieve myself, the same way as the Queen herself uses the mouths of male slaves to relieve herself."
Hercules knew exactly what she meant. He himself had once marveled at the efficiency of the Queen's throne of men, that she could relieve herself into the mouths of her male slaves without ever leaving her throne. But he had never considered that he would himself be used this way. Hercules didn't know what to expect from the experience, but he knew he must submit to it, or he would never make it to the Queen's court with his new slave identity in tact. And he himself had asked for punishment. Now he was getting exactly what he asked for. After his brief internal dialogue he answered, "Yes, Goddess Phaedra. It would be my most profound honor to serve you in this way."
Phaedra smiled at his subservience. She had half expected him to protest this notion, but she was now beginning to believe that there was nothing that Dirt would not submit to in the interest of serving his Goddess. "And what is more," she said, "you will continue to prepare meals for me during our journey to Amazon City, but your only nourishment will come from my wastes."
Hercules had known it before she said it, and he had prepared himself for it. "Yes, Goddess Phaedra. Indeed, I was just about to beg you for this further blessing when, lo', you granted me my heart's desire."
Phaedra now wished that Dirt was to be her slave and not the Queen's. She coveted his absolute subservience and decided to take full advantage of it while he was still her charge. She commanded Hercules to kneel before her. Then she disrobed and turned around with her butt to Hercules' face. "First, I will feed you, slave, then I will quench your thirst."
With that she had Hercules lift her by her thighs onto his face. She had a comfortable three-point seat with Hercules' face being beneath her buttocks and each of his hands easily supporting one of her legs at the back of the lower thigh. Phaedra put her hands on her hips and relaxed her abdominal muscles.
"I want you to open your mouth and stick your tongue deep into my anus, slave. When you feel pressure building against your tongue, I want you to let your tongue yield to the pressure, moving backward and guiding your meal directly into your mouth. I don't want you to waste any of it. After all I have prepared it especially for you. You should want to consume every morsel, wasting nothing. It is your only nourishment."
Hercules obeyed without question. He first formed a tight seal around her anus with his lips. Then he inserted his tongue into her anus, opening his mouth within as wide as he could waiting to receive his Goddess' gift. Phaedra reached behind her with both hands and spread her buttocks to accommodate Hercules' efforts. Hercules then felt pressure build against his tongue. However, as Hercules' tongue retreated into his mouth, he was greeted only by Phaedra's gas and some viscous fluid that tasted terrible. Hercules dutifully swallowed the gas and the fluid and then returned his tongue to its waiting posture deep in Phaedra's anus.
Phaedra remarked, "That felt so good, Dirt. You are truly pleasing your Goddess. Are you ready for your meal to begin?" Hercules moaned his readiness. This time Hercules felt not only pressure, but also a solid form against his tongue. His tongue yielded slowly to this first of his Goddess' offerings, guiding it into his mouth. Once there, he began to chew with his lips still pressed tightly in seal around his Goddess' anus. The taste was even worse than the viscous fluid he had earlier consumed, but somehow, the taste wasn't important. Hercules was beset by a deep sense of satisfaction at being able to perform even this sacred duty for his Goddess. A real change occurred in Hercules at this moment. For he was now completely performing all functions of his namesake. Dirt was not only walked on, but it also received and consumed wastes as well. Now he was receiving the wastes of his Goddess Phaedra and he felt fulfilled somehow. He knew there was now no barrier remaining that may keep him from his coveted Amazon Queen, nor keep him from serving her in any way she may demand.
When Phaedra finished feeding Hercules, she had him thoroughly lick the waste debris from her anus. And after she had him set her down on the ground, Phaedra turned and spit several times into Hercules' open mouth, so that he could use her spit to finish licking her anus free of any remaining morsels.
"Now that I have fed you, how about something nice to drink to wash down your meal?" With that Phaedra climbed onto Hercules upper thighs and stood on her tip toes, knees slightly bent to bring her vaginal canal into direct contact with Hercules' waiting mouth. Hercules inserted his tongue deep into her and she moaned with pleasure. Then relaxing her bladder, she offered Hercules a deluge of her liquid waste to wash down his recent meal. And Hercules, grateful for this gift from his Goddess, swallowed it all down, not wasting any. As the stream of liquid waste diminished, Hercules began to suck forcefully upon her. And he thrust his tongue in and out of her vagina lapping up the remnants of her flow.
And taking a cue from the Queen's slave in his dream, Hercules continued to thrust his tongue into and out of Phaedra's vagina and to lick her dutifully until she came with violent force into his waiting mouth. Hercules disposed of this new fluid in the only way that his new status allowed; he swallowed it all. And Phaedra collapsed limply onto Hercules' head and upper back.
After resting in this position for some time, Phaedra finally took to supporting her own weight again and lifted herself upright. She looked down into Hercules' face as his lips were still sealed tightly around her sacred area. He was still licking gently and Phaedra was cooing with delight at each stroke of his tongue. Finally she composed herself once more and reluctantly ordered Hercules to stop his lingual ministrations. She pulled back from Hercules and spit into his mouth several times again so that he could use her spit to finish removing any remnants of her most recent pleasure. When he had finished his task to her satisfaction, Phaedra dressed again and commanded Hercules to do the same. And once they were travel ready once again, they headed off for the Amazon City with fifteen unconscious captives in tow. Phaedra was leading the train of horses and Hercules was bringing up the rear, riding the horse of the man Phaedra had killed. At this new pace, Amazon City was still at least three days' journey, and Hercules wondered if he could survive for three days on nothing more than the wastes of his Goddess. But he was more than willing to find out, and in three days' time, he would know for sure.
Part 5
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