Alcippe was so fast that Hercules could only see a blur
before him. He swung wildly at the female but was
unable to connect. Every time he swung Alcippe struck
another direct hit. Her blows rained on his body with
such speed and precision that Hercules' magnificently
muscled physique was soon covered with bruises and
welts. Every now and then Alcippe would gently swat at
Hercules' crotch just for fun, laughing as she did so, not
enough to incapacitate the big male, but enough to
make him yelp in pain.

"Your mighty male member is too easy a target
Hercules..." She taunted, "If I wanted to I could end this
in an instant...but it's more fun to prolong your
suffering!"

Alcippe stood before Hercules with her hands on her
hips. Her lithe female body glistened. Hercules had
failed to strike a single blow upon her, while - in
contrast there was hardly an inch of Hercules' body that
wasn't bruised, cut or torn. He stood on shaky legs,
sobbing.

"Please..n-n-n-no m-m-m-more" He wimpered.

Alcippe smiled broadly as she stepped closer and
closer to Hercules. Now she stood so close to him that
her breasts gently brushed his badly beaten pectorals
which sagged under their own weight like two sand
bags. Then she suddenly thrust her breasts against
him. She lauged aloud as he stumbled backward and
landed on his butt.

What do you do now?

	She stomps him
	He begs for mercy

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