The Defeat of Hercules kavikarmakar@yahoo.com Diana the Amazon queen takes on the strongest man. __________ The Amazon queen, surveying her battlefield... Not to strategise or plan. But to choose the most fearsome, the most virile of enemies to crush. She chooses their principal fighter... a man wearing a cloak of lion skin; wielding a club taller that is taller than him...a giant of man they call Hercules... The elders have decided that to avoid bloodbath, the winner will be decided in single combat. Diana the Amazon queen will take on Hercules, famed killer of Cerberus the vicious hellhound. Hercules is already charmed by the hard curves (hard because she is all muscle, curves because she is all woman)... The lion pelt can't hide his admiration, as his member pokes out in anticipation. He comes a swinging, the heavy club whistling through the air... Diana avoids a half-dozen vicious swings, and parries with her spear... The battle is on at a furious pace. The thump of the club missing and hitting the ground, and the clang of spear fascinate the soldiers on both sides. Again and again he swings, his thick muscles indefatigable...Diana's superb reflexes and skill with the spear keep her from getting smashed. But even a demi god must tire...and the club is heavy. The swings come in gaps, punctuated by heavy breathing. Hercules is tiring. This is what Diana needs to press her advantage. She hits him with the flat of the spear blade on the face...making him reel and swear. With the blunt end she hits his inner elbow, instantly paralysing his club arm. He drops the club and clutches the stricken elbow. Now that he is disarmed, Diana moves in. She grapples with Hercules, arm against arm. Their muscles strain, swell, slick with sweat. Hercules's biceps are large and quivering...Diana's are swelled tight like grapefruit...incredibly defined as if made from marble, but harder. Diana's biceps seem to grow with power. The reflection of the sun on the bulges of her biceps indicates her tremendous power. Her sinewy arms are tight, like bundles of cord, harder and more defined than the soft bulkiness of Hercules's arms. The contest of arm strength lasts five minutes, and then Hercules gives way to superior muscle strength and conditioning. Diana forces his arms down, and twists his wrists outward and the fingers back. She lets go, and Hercules steps back, almost crippled. Diana then lashes out with her foot that catches Hercules on the jaw. A broken tooth and drops of blood fly out. Hercules is thrown in the air, and falls heavily like a sack of grain. He lies there, face down, a picture of ruin. She steps upto him and puts her foot on his face, grinding it into the sand. Hercules makes a pathetic attempt to resist, but Diana's foot, powered by her bulging calf, is merciless. Hercules passes out. Diana does her victory dance. She shows the power of her arms and body, and ripples the muscles of her thighs and calves. The crowd is silent with awe. Hercules regains his senses and tries to get up. She picks up his club and swings it effortlessly. Swishhhhh-whack!!! It lands a finger's width from Hercules's groin. Instinctively, his mangled arms reach out to protect the groin. Diana puts her foot on his chest, claiming her victory. Instinctively, Hercules puts his hands around Diana's bulging calf. His manhood stands up proudly. Diana uses her foot to splay his legs. She kicks his inside thigh, making him spread his legs even further. Hercules is an abject picture of submission. She catches his left ankle with her right hand, puts her left foot on the other, and pulls. Hercules is in unimaginable pain. The strong warrior maiden is tearing his hips apart. Crack! The pressure from her foot breaks his ankle... "Auuurghhh" is the guttural cry.... he's lost his will to fight completely. Diana takes her dagger and cuts the lion pelt. The brawny warrior is naked, bruised and unable to move. She then grips him by the throat, so that he is held up only by her hand..."Is THIS the mighty Hercules? Slayer of the free-roaming lion king and a faithful hound? Killer of the Cretan bull? She holds him up for all others to see... The effort makes the veins in her arms stand out. They are thick and numerous like snakes. She catches his balls and squeezes them... making Hercules scream wordlessly. But she does not crush them...for she has other plans ... Pulling him down, she puts his head between her cantaloupe like calves and squeezes. The poor Hercules is swooning, his tongue protrudes. The body goes limp like wilted spinach. Diana says: "We win. Our army takes all. I take Hercules." Hercules recovers somewhat, tries to push away... Come my little bear...let me show you real power...let me show you how to crush The hobbled, limping Hercules tries to flee, but Diana, dancing like Aphrodite, stalks him. "You poor little mouse...trying to run from me? Turning tail from me?!? And what's that? Behold, my little mouse has a tail!" She shouts, as she grabs his thick dick between her thumb and forefinger, pinching it painfully, and pulling him up with it. She turns him around grabs him in a bearhug... he is unable to move at all. She plants her mouth over his, her lips completely covering his mouth. She probes with her tongue...probes deep. Hercules is breathless, struggling. She moves her tongue in his mouth, probing every part of his mouth. Her fingers are stroking him now; strong, smooth strokes that make him swoon again. It is difficult to breathe with her tongue probing his mouth and her ample breasts squeezing his chest. His legs thrash weakly against her monstrously large calves. Diana's stroking reaches a blurring speed....as Hercules's toes stretch and clamp reflexively... His legs helplessly bound between her granite thighs and calves. He twitches, jerks and spasms, all over Diana's 10 pack abs The copious fluid coats her sharply defined muscles and flows down the ridges of her abs... Diana keeps her stroking on until the last drop of milk is coaxed out of him and his balls have shrunk after dispelling their load. Hercules is now physically and mentally a slave to Diana, his mistress. She carries him in her arms to her tent... To enable him to rest and rejuvenate. She will have her way with the strongest man-slave, whenever she wants...