WARNING: This story contains nudity, graphic violence, F/F and M/F rape, and other adult themes. It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by, mature adults, over the age of twenty-one.



Heraklina.
Daughter of Olympus.
Hammer of the Gods.


The Mob Enforcer
By
GW
(gwalb@nycap.rr.com or gwalb@yahoo.com)


Sally Warren wriggled uncomfortably in the tight confines of the student desk. Despite her well-upholstered backside, it was impossible to find a satisfactory position on the hard wooden seat. The white-bearded old man at the lectern droned boringly on, and on, AND on, of the Glory that was Ancient Greece. On...and on...and... Despite her discomfort, Sally had to pinch herself, again, to stay awake. Certainly there were a thousand places she'd rather be than here, but the knowledge she might gain  could be crucial to carrying out the most challenging and dangerous assignment of her unconventional, but so far, very successful career.

Physically, Sally was hardly changed from the wholesome, sturdy country girl, who ran away from her drunken father's hard-scrabble farm at age sixteen, a long fifteen years earlier. Only her hard cruel eyes told the real story. A homeless teenager, she was determined to find wealth and success, no matter what she had to do to get them. Gifted with awesome ability in hand to hand combat even at an early age, Sally was at various times a professional wrestler, a martial arts instructor, and a contender in illegal, no-holds-barred cage matches. None of those jobs paid anyway near as much as Sally felt she was entitled to. She gradually drifted into a life of crime, where her abilities would be more substantially rewarded.

Step by step, Sally climbed the corporate ladder of organized crime in Megopolis, and her rise was swift. A sweetly innocent face belying the murderous instincts of a cobra, Sally  ruthlessly made herself the mob's chief enforcer and top hit woman, a modern day, female Lucca Brazzi. She was now one of the chief lieutenants of the colorless, nearly anonymous "Mr. Smith", Czar of all crime in the City. Hardly known to the public or even media insiders, Mr Smith shrewdly delegated to his able, more visible subordinates.

Sally had just received the most challenging 'contract' conceivable. A 'hit' that most would blanch at and think impossible.

Called into Mr. Smith's humble, threadbare office, in a seedy downtown office building, Sally saw a look of concern on her Boss's normally imperturbable features. It was as close as she had ever seen him to nervousness.

Mr Smith got right to the point. "Look Sally! Ya gotta do something about this Heraklina broad! She's costin' us millions! Do something about her! Ya know what I mean!"

Behind her sweet girlish smile Sally felt a thrill of alarm. "Heraklina? Shit, he don't want much! That big cow is supposed to be invincible, a REAL superwoman! Bullets just bounce off her big tits, an' they say she can lift an elephant over her head;...with one hand, yet! The Bitch can probably  leap over tall buildings in a single bound, too! I sure ain't no slouch, myself , but how'm I supposed t'deal with that?"

Sally hadn't won her reputation and position, by displaying uncertainty or irresolution. Mr Smith didn't like uncertainty or irresolution. And people who failed to live up to his expectations, were seldom seen again.

Still smiling self-assuredly, despite her apprehension, Sally replied with farm-girl cheeriness. "Sure Boss! It'll be my pleasure! That big arrogant slut's asking t'be taken down, and I'm just the gal t'do it!"

Leaving the office in a cold sweat, Sally wracked her brain. "Need some kinda' edge, but what?" Sally turned over in her mind what she knew about Heraklina.

Appearing mysteriously, in Southern Europe, a few years earlier Heraklina traveled the Earth irresistibly combating evil and injustice, wherever she found it. It was whispered, and none disputed it, that her father was the legendary Demi-God, Herakles and her mother was one of the Goddess Hera's semi-divine, warrior handmaidens. Appalled by the mushrooming growth of evil in the modern world, the Old Gods dispatched Heraklina to the Mortal Plane, as their emissary and Agent of Divine Justice.

Heraklina made her first appearance in Megapolis only a few weeks before, but she had already cut a wide swathe through the City's underworld. She'd eliminated most of the Mob's 'street soldiers', and closed down more than half of its most lucrative operations! Mr. Smith's revenue was already slashed to a fraction. His carefully crafted organization was disintegrating.

In the elevator down, Sally decided her first move. "Hmm, if this Heraklina broad's supposed t'be like one o'them Greek Gods, from olden times, be a good idea to find out as much as I can about them! I sure don't know much now!"

That very night, Sally arranged to enroll in a series of evening  lectures being given at Meg U. by the eminent Heinrik Higgins, Emeritus Professor of Archeology and History, and despite his advanced age, still one of the world's leading authorities on Ancient Mediterranean culture.

Sally's head was starting to nod again, but she suddenly snapped wide awake at something the professor was saying.

"...of course Herakles was all but invincible, unless he had been confronted by the Eye of Cronus! Fortunately, such a confrontation never took place!"

Sally listened eagerly to the rest of the lecture, and when it was over rushed up to the lectern, as Professor Higgins was stuffing his untidy notes back into his bulging briefcase.

"Say, Prof, that 'eye' thing ya was talking about, Cronus was it? That sure sounded interesting! Never heard of it before!" Sally batted her wide blue eyes.

Professor Higgins laid his brief case back down on the lectern. The garrulous, old man was always pleased to go on lecturing about his favorite topic, if anyone would listen. He was pleasantly surprised by this sudden interest. He had noticed the zaftig redhead in the second row; a pair of plumply rounded thighs always caught his eye, even if advanced age prevented much follow-up. Seeing her head nodding most nights, he assumed she had enrolled in the wrong course by mistake.

"Ah, yes, my Dear, the Eye of Cronus, a most interesting artifact! An Object of Incredible Power! According to legend it was the eye of the Titan Cronus, Father of the patricide Zeus. That may be only myth of course, but it  is known for certain, that whatever it's origins, it could absorb the Superhuman Aura of any member of the Divine, Olympian Community, leaving them no more powerful than a mortal!"

"Would that thing kill one o'them Greek Gods, d'ya think Prof?"

"No it wouldn't kill them, only absorb their divine powers! They would be no more powerful than a mortal! Of course, they would still be immortal, and given enough time would fully recover, all that they lost!"

"If it can't kill them, would someone be able to capture one of them, after the eye did it's thing, d'ya think?"

"Hmm, an interesting point! Yes!  They might be imprisoned, I think, at least until their powers returned! Of course, it might well take a century, or two, for such regeneration to occur! Hard to say how long!"

"Hmm!" A century or two would be more than enough for Sally!

Perhaps, if the Professor's owlish eyes were not so firmly glued to Sally's ample cleavage, he might have become suspicious of her line of questions.

"So does the Eye really exist, then?"

"That's the interesting part of the story, I think!  Zeus, the Chief of the Gods, fearing  the artifact's potency ordered his mortal followers to bury it deep beneath the earth. Then to seal it there, he toppled a mountain on top of the spot. The 'Eye' lay hidden there for more than two millenia, but then, its history lost, the artifact was excavated by Schlieman in the late Nineteenth Century! It is not mentioned in the works of Homer, so the old grave-robber had no idea of its importance! It's main interest to him was it's lavish gold setting! It has resided in the British Museum since 1903! Few recognized its importance, thinking it just another pretty, golden bauble! I have not yet had the opportunity to publish my findings --always so much to do-- so it is still not generally known, but a few years ago, I was able to decipher some markings on the back of its gold setting, as an obscure variant of one of the Minoan scripts of ancient Crete..." The Professor went on into a long technical discussion of his findings that were 'Greek' to Sally. She had heard more than enough for her purposes though.

"Oops! Uh-oh! Aw Gee Whiz! Didn't know it was gettin' so late!" Sally said glancing at her watch. "Talkin' t'ya really makes the time fly by, Prof, but I'm afraid I gotta' get goin'! Thanks a million for the info, though!"

With a sigh, Professor Higgins, continued gathering up his notes, as he intently watched the swing of Sally's broad behind, as she rushed hurriedly from the classroom.

Mr. Smith's tentacles reached far beyond Megapolis. A night later, the nearly impenetrable security system, of London's British Museum, was breached. Although the wealth stored there, was incalculable, only one small, obscure object of dubious provenance was taken.

Less than twenty-four hours, later, Sally dubiously examined a small, golden object with a glowing red stone set in the center. "Yeah! It's sure a pretty little thing, but lets hope its really an 'Object of Incredible Power' like the old geek said! If it ain't, then if Heraklina don't finish me, Mr. Smith'll be sure t'see I get back to the old man's farm, buried six feet under the pig sty!"

Sally stared at the object in her hand for long minutes, as though mesmerized. Then with a reluctant sigh, she stood up. "Gotta' chance it! Mr. Smith is gettin' real itchy! That bitch knocked over six more bookie joints, last night, an' closed  down the last of our "H' suppliers!"

Once she made up her mind, Sally didn't hesitate, but went into immediate action. In the wake of the chaos caused by Heraklina's incursions into the Organization, there were many defections. Lower level mobsters scurried to make a deal for themselves. The information they spilled was making Heraklina's job easier every day. Sally used one of the defectors for her own purposes.

"Yeah, I know it was that little rat that musta' tipped that bitch off to them uptown bookie joints! I was gonna' 'off' him, but first I can use him!"

Sally reached for her cell phone, and keyed in a number.

A moment later she told the party at the other end. "Hey Joe! it's me, Sally...You know Sally WHO, you moron! I got somethin' t' tell ya! See me at the 'gym' t'day at three! Be there! Got it!" Sally clicked off.

As she reached the higher rungs of Mr. Smith's corporate ladder, Sally acquired an old gymnasium, once frequented by third rate prize fighters. Now, it was for Sally's own exclusive use, to keep herself in the tip-top physical condition demanded by her duties. She spent many hours a day there, and often used it to transact organization business. 'The gym'  had only one ominous meaning, now, in underworld circles.

"Hah! Now let's see who shows up at three! Either way, Joe'll be sleepin' with the fishes damn soon!"

As Sally expected, when Joe heard the summons, he knew he was a dead man. His only chance of survival was for the underworld's nemesis, Heraklina, to take Sally out first. Joe acted swiftly! Selling out Sally, would be sure to earn him a favored spot in the witness protection program, and now Joe knew where Sally would be that afternoon... Yeah! This was SWEET! That red-haired bitch had done him a favor! Maybe there'd even be some reward money in it for him!

As 3:00 P.M. approached, Sally nervously got ready. "Shit! If this don't work, I'm dead meat! Ain't no other way, though!"

On the stroke of three, the door of the gymnasium crashed open. Sally, waiting in the middle of the huge dingy room, gulped. Just like Sally figured, Joe sent a proxy in his place.

When the immortal demigoddess strode into the old gymnasium, her monumental presence eclipsed everything else in sight. This was clearly not any ordinary woman, but an elemental force of nature. Her huge muscular body emanated incredible energy and power, like an aura! Even the assertive thrust of her imposing bosom was intimidating. No one ever thought Sally's own, down-home melons were small by any means, but Heraklina's bust was in a class all by itself.

Heraklina stared sternly at Sally, a look of near disgust on her beautiful face.


Now or NEVER! Sally's hand concealed behind her back, reached out in front of her, and as Heraklina came menacingly nearer, she thrust the Eye of Cronus at the heroine. For a moment the glowing stone touched that incredible, up-swept bosom.

Sally felt the Eye tingle with throbbing power.

Though she had heard stories of the Eye of Cronus in the long distant past, Heraklina thought it safely buried under the Earth, and scarce expected to see it in this modern world. It wasn't until she felt its deadly, weakening power, that she recognized it for what it was.


Seeing Heraklina tremble and stumble back a step, in uncertainty, Sally breathed a sigh of relief. She pocketed the potent artifact, strangely confident it had done its work. She felt certain enough, to boldly challenge the immortal heroine. Though, Sally was by no means a small woman, she appeared a pygmy next to Heraklina.  Even if the tall, beautiful crimefighter had lost her powers, Sally's challenge seemed rash.



Heraklina cautioned the smaller woman, but seeing the unaccustomed look of confusion in those fearless, eagle eyes, Sally dared strike the first blow. She swung her arm, brazenly flattening Heraklina's enormous breasts against her broad chest. The forceful blow left the heroine breathless. Sally's confidence was vindicated.

"Hah! My arm didn't bounce off them fat tits, like bullets always did, so it must'a worked! Sweet!"


Even robbed of the powers of a demigoddess, Heraklina was stronger than most mortals, and possessed athletic endowments and skills that would make her a champion in any sport. Moreover, she was at least a head taller, and probably sixty pounds heavier than the short stocky assassin. A prudent person would well have been intimidated by Heraklina's awesome presence, and fled in fear. The former woman's wrestling champion, former hardcore cage match champion, possessor of black belts in several forms of martial arts, was not a prudent person, though. Confident that she had gained the initiative, Sally rashly slammed into Heraklina, burying her shoulder in the tall Olympian's belly.


A moment later, Sally lifted the struggling crimefighter's heavy body onto her shoulder. Stunned by the suddenness of the attack, and the stunning blows to her bust and belly, Heraklina was lifted off her feet, before she could fight back. It was evident that Sally was stronger than most mortals, herself, because she hefted Heraklina's enormous shapely form, with the same ease she had flung two hundred and fifty pound grain sacks about her father's farm as a girl.

Lifted high of the floor, Heraklina involuntarily let out a scream of surprise.


Sally easily tossed Heraklina over her head, as though the heroine was just another one of those grain sacks. For the second time in hardly a moment, Heraklina screamed, as she hurtled face first toward the floor.


The mighty Olympian landed with a bone rattling crash that stunned her.


Sally grabbed Heraklina's arm in a hammerlock. It seemed impossible anyone could twist that mighty arm behind the heroine's back, but Sally did it with skillful ease, and then painfully forced her huge opponent erect.




On her feet, Heraklina screamed for the third time, as Sally rammed her arm high up her broad back. In all the centuries of her long life, the demigoddess never experienced such enraging indignities, as she had in the last few moments.


By now, Heraklina had recovered from Sally's first bold onslaught. With a snarl of rage, she tore her arm free and wheeled. The fire of divine wrath burned brightly in her fierce eyes.



Though Sally had robbed Heraklina of her superhuman powers, and ruthlessly gained first advantage, one of Mr. Smith's professional odds-makers, would still have rated Sally the underdog, and by no small margin.


Heraklina, with her huge size advantage, was a formidable opponent, but Sally was in her element; she enjoyed the heady rush of combat, and the thrill of hurting her foe. She was an incredibly skilled boxer, and artfully dodged Heraklina's first retaliatory punches.


Heraklina was an adept boxer herself, but when Sally couldn't fully avoid those mighty fists, she always managed to ride with the punches, so they did little damage.






Sally had remained on the defensive, testing out her opponent's skills. Heraklina was fast, strong, aggressive, and certainly skillful. She fought with grace and style! Belying her enormous size and bulk, she moved with the effortless ease and quickness of a gymnast or ballerina. It was a pleasure to see her splendidly formed body execute every move with faultless precision, an artist at work. To Sally's practiced eye that was Heraklina's soft spot! The demigoddess fought with the pleasure of a creative artist, rather than with lust to win or to injure her opponent. Sally, though less graceful, and not nearly as quick, was a ruthless professional. She fought ONLY to win, and it was always a pleasure to make her foes suffer excruciating agony in the process.

Sally had seen enough, it was time to counterattack. Sally knew the best punch to equalize any bout. Heraklina screamed anew, as Sally's rocky fist smashed into her mound. Sally was pleased to discover that the haughty Olympian disdained to wear a cup or other protection under her the thin material of her briefs.

"Ooh! That felt good! That'll teach the smart-ass bitch!"



Not nearly as strong as Heraklina, Sally used her lesser strength with the utmost sadistic effect, to hurt and injure her foe.












Sally had succeeded in doing what no other foe, not even those on the Olympian Plane, ever accomplished. Her brutality had badly hurt the DemiGoddess. Heraklina stumbled away in confusion, groaning in pain.


Befuddled by pain, Heraklina hardly seemed aware of her danger. Sally ruthlessly reminded her, with a demeaning kick to the heroine's broad behind...


A split-second later, Sally reminded the heroine of her whereabouts, even more viciously. Thrusting her hand between shapely, columnar thighs, Sally grabbed Heraklina's crotch.


Once again, Sally masterfully hefted Heraklina's enormous body into the air.


Before Heraklina could escape, she was bent painfully backward across Sally's sturdy back, her long shapely legs kicking helplessly in alarm.


Sally ruthlessly bent Heraklina's body backward, until the heroine shrieked in terrible agony.




Sally flung her huge foe through the air a second time. Heraklina wailed in a near shriek of pain and apprehension.






Forgetting all science, in her fury, Heraklina clambered to her feet, and hands extended in claws, growling in rage, flung herself at her small tormentor.


As the furious Heraklina flung herself at her small tormentor, Sally was ready. She stopped the huge crimefighter dead in her tracks with a deadly kick. Once more, she chose that most vulnerable of targets. The toes of Sally's boots were reinforced with steel, and the kick did even more frightful damage than her fist had earlier.


As Heraklina doubled over in agony, Sally kicked her again, higher up, but her steel shod toe sank into the heroine's solar plexus as deep as though the powerfully ridged abdominal muscles were butter.


Sally caught the stricken heroine by the arm; Heraklina wailed in alarm, unable to escape.


With an agonizing twist, Sally used Heraklina's captive arm as a lever, to upend and fling the huge demigoddess through the air, yet a third time.





For the third time, Heraklina landed on the gym floor with a resounding crash, her magnificent sprightly bosom, again, painfully flattened by the impact.


Sally ruthlessly stomped Heraklina's back, pinning her to the floor, before she could try to get up.


The heroine was paralyzed by the pain that racked her magnificent body. Before she could move, Sally thumped down on her injured back. 



Sally grabbed Heraklina under the chin with both hands, and bent her backwards. Pain had robbed Heraklina of much of her immense natural strength, and now Sally was at least as strong, and amazingly skillful in  the application of punishing holds. The vicious hit-woman made merciless use of her newly won superiority to inflict atrocious pain and suffering on her helplessly trapped foe.






Heraklina wailed in distress, with the same fearful desperation, Sally was accustomed  to hear from her mortal opponents. It was always a sweet sound to the sadistic redhead's ears. Hearing mighty Heraklina's pleading screams, Mr. Smith's odds-makers would be rapidly recalculating the probabilities.


Sally had taught her haughty foe some humiliating lessons. It was time for some different lessons, no less humiliating and painful. She rose from her trembling opponent. For the next lesson Sally wanted Heraklina on her feet.



Sally used a few well placed kicks to emphasize her command to rise.




Spurred by Sally's kicks, Heraklina rose to one knee, fists clenched in readiness, but her air of semi-divine self assurance, was replaced by terrible uncertainty.  Seeing Sally waiting eagerly, Heraklina vainly tried to hide her nervous uncertainty, but the quaver in her voice and the fear in her eyes were not to be mistaken.


Normally the most boldly aggressive of combatants, as all her previous foes would attest, the splendidly proportioned Olympian made no move to seize the initiative, once she regained her feet. Instead Heraklina nervously waited for Sally to attack, seemingly torn between fighting, or running. The trembling of her magnificent body caused her huge breasts to quiver tremulously. Seeing the fearful, haunted look in her eyes, Sally taunted her scornfully.


When Sally struck, her fist cracked against Heraklina's jaw. Seemingly paralyzed by indecision, the huge demigoddess scarce tried to block the blow.


Sally swiftly capitalized on her foes disheartened passivity. She swung her fists with relentless abandon, nailing Heraklina with punch after punch.








By now, Heraklina was hurt too badly to defend herself, if she hadn't already lost the will and courage. She was wide open to Sally's brutal assault.

"Hah! You're a better target than that punching bag over in the corner, ya overgrown, musclebound  floozy!"  Sally snickered, as she drove another deadly punch into the mewling Heraklina's jaw.


As the merciless attack continued, Heraklina's arms dropped powerlessly to her sides, and her mighty legs trembled uncontrollably.








With nonchalant ease, Sally accomplished the unthinkable feat a thousand foes had disastrously failed at. With no weapon but her fists, Sally knocked the Darling of the Gods, a foe twice her size and strength, to the floor.


Heraklina sat helplessly at Sally's feet, her head swimming. Obviously defenseless, a chivalrous foe might have given her time to recover and rise. Unfortunately for Heraklina, Sally was far from a chivalrous foe.


Sally continued the relentless attack on her fallen foe.










If there had been any doubt before, that Heraklina was beaten, there could be none now. Even the merciless Sally was satisfied.


Sally, fist cocked, pulled Heraklina's head up, for a good look.


Satisfied, but fist still cocked, Sally roughly hauled the barely conscious Heraklina to her feet.


The painful pressure, of being dragged to her feet by her hair, brought Heraklina fully back to her senses! Now that she was WIDE awake again, WASN'T there still a chance? Couldn't she fight back, with renewed fortitude, and ultimately snatch victory away from the vicious mobster? Ohh! The fearsome reality of those terrible fist battering her face blotted out all hope! An eternal life of invincibility and victory is poor preparation for the humiliation and excruciating torment of a fearful beating. At the prospect of that ruthless beating continuing, Heraklina trembled in numbing terror, an emotion she never knew. She had no resources to deal with her terror.

 NO! NO! She couldn't take any more! Even semi-divinity has limits.




In the wake of a cowardly surrender, Heraklina nearly wept in shame. She turned away, fearfully, from the girlish bully, who had inflicted this horrifying defeat. A gloating Sally was now eager to take advantage of her victory.


Sally grabbed the shamed demigoddess between the legs, and propelled her forward, frogmarching her around the room, in triumph.




Her triumphant procession completed, Sally released Heraklina's crotch, and ordered the disgraced demigoddess to face her. Heraklina trembled in dread, but turned reluctantly to face her tormentor, fearful of the penalty for disobedience.


With gleeful dominance, Sally ripped Heraklina's costume from her trembling body.


Though she whimpered in protest, Heraklina submitted to this newest indignity, in shamed misery. Her strong, imperious will had been crushed by pain and terror.

Sally smiled triumphantly. Defeating Heraklina was the biggest coup of her career. Once it seemed an impossible challenge! Yet with the "Eye of Cronus" she had done it! In fact, once she stripped Mighty Heraklina of her semi-divine powers, the huge woman had fought fiercely at first, but in the end proved hardly more difficult to thrash soundly, and then terrorize, than many of her mortal victims. Now the ostensibly invincible Heroine, humiliatingly stripped naked, cowered in front of the young mobster, nearly in tears, snuffling in dread of the red-haired bully's fists.


Sally might be exultant, but she was also exhausted. This had been a long, tiring battle, certainly the toughest one she ever fought. She wanted to relax and rest a while, to savor her victory. First she must secure her snuffling captive. Sally swiftly accomplished that final task. She laughingly suspended the sobbing, disgraced demigoddess from a hook in the ceiling, like a beautiful side of beef in the slaughter house.


Once she secured her terrorized captive, Sally retired to the back room, swaggering in triumph.  After pouring herself a drink, she lay down on the cot she kept there. She hadn't meant to rest more than a few minutes, but she fell asleep, as soon as her head touched the pillow. She awoke several hours later, refreshed and tingling with excitement. She wanted some fun! She recalled Heraklina's ripe, womanly curves.

"Yeah, that slut is sure built like a brick outhouse! Them legs go on forever, an' them tits must be about 50EE's! I could sure have some fun with that big ass, too!"

Sally was usually too busy for sexual dalliance, and on the rare occasions when she indulged herself, she generally preferred male partners. Yet, the defeated demigoddess was more beautiful than any mortal woman she ever met.

"Be a shame to waste THAT! Yeah, I'm in the mood for a little fun with those big boobs! Like t'hear the big cow squeal some more!"

Sally removed her clothes, and returned naked to the main gymnasium. Heraklina was hanging exactly as Sally left her, sobbing loudly.

"Ah, stop yer blubbering, and I'll let you down! JESUS, but you're a pitiful excuse for a superheroine!" Sally sneered, as she released the chain.

Heraklina crashed to the floor in a heap. Sally noticed that she had forgotten to remove the heroine's high boots when she stripped her.

"Get them boots off!" Sally ordered her fist cocked.

Snuffling in terror Heraklina quickly obeyed.


After she abjectly carried out the red-haired bully's order, Heraklina waited in shamed terror.


Sally continued to bully her frightened captive. It was a real turn on, to see the huge, beautiful woman swiftly obey her orders, no longer the haughty demigoddess, but just her scared victim.




Much as Proud Heraklina resented Sally's demeaning commands, she didn't dare disobey them. She'd never forget those awful fists battering her shapely body to jelly. She had no heart to face THAT HORROR, again!








Sally roughly pulled the huge, nude demigoddess down on her lap, treating the regal heroine with the demeaning contempt of a drunken roisterer bullying a helpless serving wench.

Half babbling, half sobbing Heraklina pitifully protested this impious disregard for her virtue.




Bound by, and ever obedient to vows of chastity, Virtuous Heraklina was as unsullied by carnality as any sheltered, young maiden. Sally's crude, invasive manipulations horrified her. She sobbingly pleaded her maidenly innocence to the harsh bully, until her whimpers irritated the masterful redhead.


It was Sally's habit to deal with irritations swiftly and ruthlessly.


Upended and humiliatingly flipped face down across Sally's knee as though she were a child, Heraklina shrieked in fright.


Without pausing, Sally began smacking Heraklina's firm, shapely bottom with practiced ferocity. Her bare hand struck with the authority of a wooden paddle, and stung like one. Heraklina shrieked in humiliated misery. Despite the steely muscles that gave shape to her impudently contoured bottom cheeks, the flesh was girlishly soft and flawless, making Sally's hard, painful smacks all the more painful to bear.



Heraklina discovered a horrifying secret about herself she had never guessed in all her long years on Mount Olympus; she was erotically vulnerable to pain and humiliation. In her maidenly innocence it was a moment before she realized the significance of her reactions.




Recognizing the erotic response of her semi-divine body to Sally's sadistic punishment, for what it was, Heraklina did her best to resist the rising tide of her passion.






Resistance proved useless! Heraklina's ripe body exploded in orgasm.


In the aftermath of her virginal surrender, Heraklina was paralyzed by the magnitude of her shame and disgrace. Sally had to push the distraught demigoddess off her lap.


As Sally continued to toy with her voluptuous body, Heraklina could think of nothing but her disgrace.


Heraklina was roused from her shamed reverie, when Sally grabbed her braids, and pulled the sobbing heroine's face down to meet her own.


Heraklina trembled violently in disgust, as Sally forced a kiss on her ripe, bee-stung, red lips.




But despite her indignant disgust, Heraklina couldn't help responding to the passionate kiss; her tongue reluctantly meeting Sally's. Hardly knowing it was happening, the virtuous demigoddess was falling ever deeper under the mobster's sexual dominance, becoming Sally's compliant, subservient, love slave.




Treating the tall warrior maiden as no more than an abused sexual toy, Sally grabbed Heraklina by the hair and flung her to the floor.




When Sally settled her bulky, little body astride Heraklina's throat, thrusting her eager red-thatched pussy in the demigoddess's face, the abused sex toy was horrified to realize the awful service expected of her.


Her face a mask of disgust, Heraklina contemplated the disgusting service she must render to her harsh, demanding, female master. In terror of the vicious mobster, she lacked the courage to refuse, and knew she must do Sally's bidding.

Oh how could a Daughter of Olympus fall so low?


Heraklina steeled herself to the odious task, her shame all the greater, knowing she was submitting to the hateful mortal out of craven fear.


Sally's sarcastic prediction, in fact, proved to be true. Forced to service the young bully, Heraklina felt that fierce, guilty excitement gripping her loins, once again.


Undone by her guilty, shameful need, and hardly knowing what she was doing, the subjugated heroine's right hand stole to her hot, wet pussy, while she massaged her taut aching nipples with the other. At the same time, surrendering completely to her guilty need, Heraklina serviced her dominant Mistress with urgent passionate zeal.


When Sally came explosively, Heraklina herself was undone by another shattering orgasm. She was suddenly shamefully aware that she had been fingering herself, in eager arousal, inflamed by basely servicing the hateful mortal who had enslaved her body and soul.


As the satiated Sally rose from the sobbing superheroine, her sharp eye caught the evidences of Heraklina's shameful transgression.


Sally pulled the debauched Heraklina to her feet. As she did, she jokingly voiced the possibility of her boss also enjoying the voluptuous captive's ripe charms. Like all his underlings, Sally knew Mr. Smith was not prone to indulge in any human frailties, that might compromise his absolute control over his organization. Regarding him as nearly sexless as a monk, Sally had expressed the idea in ironic jest. Yet the mention of a man possessing her, had an electric effect on Heraklina. She stiffened in horror. In alarmed shock, she blurted out the hint of a terrible secret.


Suddenly intrigued, Sally, ruthlessly tugging on the sobbing heroine's braid, forced Heraklina to confess all the details. The terrified demigoddess, now totally subservient to the frightening female mobster's dominance, reluctantly admitted the terrible truth. If a man took her virginity, though she would remain, forever, youthfully immortal, she could never regain her semi-divine powers. She would be doomed to wander the Mortal Plane forever.


Sally was elated by the knowledge. "Hah! Even that old geek, Prof. Higgins didn't know about that one!"

Once she confessed the details of the terrible secret, the terrorized Heraklina fell on her knees, abjectly pleading with the merciless mobster not to make use of her secret.


Sally was unmoved by her weeping captive's forlorn pleas. She resolved to make use of the knowledge immediately. Once a man violated Heraklina, the knotty problem of what to do with her captive would be solved. There would be no nagging worry that Heraklina might suddenly regain her powers, and wreak divine vengeance on her tormentor.

Sally considered. "Don't suppose Mr. Smith would really be interested, but I guess it'd be the smart thing to offer him first refusal! I was gonna' call him an' let him know our problem has been taken care of, anyway!"


To Sally's surprise, Mr. Smith was more than willing to personally undertake whatever was necessary to accomplish Heraklina's final downfall.

A very short time later, Mr. Smith arrived at the gym. The Mob Boss arrived so quickly, Sally didn't even have time to dress. It hardly mattered, Mr. Smith had eyes only for the huge, voluptuous demigoddess, when Sally produced her, with a triumphant flourish.

The Mob Boss's eyes almost bugged out of his head, as he inspected the glorious, virginal charms of the divine maiden. In shamed, denuded defeat, there was no vestige to remind him of the fearsome, vengeful Warrior Woman, who had threatened his existence. All that remained to Heraklina of her semi-divinity, was the splendor of her appealingly vulnerable, womanly perfection, a perfection no mortal could equal.

Mr. Smith's gloating glance greedily took in the enormous, youthfully up-swept breasts, the rippling perfection of her magnificent torso and tiny wasp waist, the huge, but impudently out-thrust buttocks, still glowing from Sally's spanking, and oh! those long, gorgeously tapering, showgirl legs. He even spared a glance at her ethereally beautiful face, the classically perfect features downcast, and tear-stained, in tragic surrender to her misfortune.



Sally proudly gave her captive a possessive shove, surrendering the weeping maiden to her boss's lust.


It was evident Mr Smith was a 'breast man'!


Mr. Smith swiftly prepared for action. Sally had always thought him as being nearly sexless, all his energies concentrated on business. She was surprised by his physical attributes.

"Shit! The old man's hung like a moose!"

Without any polite formalities, Mr. Smith swiftly gave Heraklina a shove, upending her huge voluptuous body across a small table. The demigoddess shrieked in maidenly apprehension.


Heraklina's awful, final downfall was rapidly accomplished.


In the wake of Heraklina's mysterious disappearance, Mr. Smith's Organization rapidly regained and even surpassed its old ascendancy. Many scores were settled! A small time mobster, named Joe, died a long, painful, lingering death. Megapolis University received an incredibly large, anonymous donation to endow a Chair of Classical Studies, to be named in honor of the eminent Professor Heinrick Higgins. Sally Warren was recognized as Mr. Smith's unquestioned Under-Boss. An unfortunate new 'escort' called Herky entered a life of shame and sexual servitude, in Mr. Smith's service. Though she was one of the biggest money-makers in his 'stable', Mr. Smith, himself, often indulged in a night of dalliance with the incredibly voluptuous 'Herky'.
The End.