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