This choice: Original Story Continuation • Go Back...Chapter #6Original Story Continuation by: Carl   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."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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