This choice: Original Story Continuation • Go Back...Chapter #7Original Story Continuation by: Carl   "Good, and thank you for this. Now I am in your debt. I will do my best to earn you as much commission as I can by my community service. Hopefully, I will have you pretty well off by the end of next week... so well off that you won't actually need me anymore. I don't really want to stay in this particular Amazon village for long. I have a loftier goal."
"A loftier goal? Just how lofty can Dirt be?"
"I have my eye on the throne, and the Queen Goddess who sits atop it."
"Huh, and here I thought you were with me for me. But you are just using me to get to another girl. You cad."
Hercules chuckled at the sarcasm in Dinah's voice. "Good night, Dinah."
"Good night, Dirt."
Hercules lay awake for an hour that night recalling the events of the day. He smiled to himself as he remembered all the new and wonderful sensations. He almost bubbled into audible laughter as he recalled Cythoe's apparent malice toward him and her attempts to crush him and beat his strength. He didn't know exactly how he had happened into this, but he knew he wanted more. As Hercules remembered, he relaxed. Finally he drifted into a blissful slumber.
Part 2
The next morning Hercules awoke abruptly. There was pressure on his face and he couldn't see anything. Just then he heard a muffled noise and his nose and mouth filled with an unpleasant, but hearty smell.
"Wake up, Dirt!" came Dinah's laughing voice. "You told me to be NASTY to you, as NASTY as I wanted," then Dinah giggled again to herself.
Just then Hercules realized that Dinah was sitting on his face and she had awakened him by passing gas directly into his nose and mouth. Hercules had tensed briefly, reflexively when he had found himself awake in darkness with a light pressure against his face. Now that he had identified the source of the pressure and properly cognized the situation, he relaxed again and breathed deeply the remaining odor surrounding his nose and mouth. He could feel Dinah begin to lift her weight from his face. So he reached for her hips and gently held her in place.
"Oh, you want more! Well I never expected that. But I'm happy to oblige."
With that Dinah settled down again onto Hercules' face. During the night her body had thoroughly processed last evening's dinner and she had quite a bit of gas for Hercules' humiliation. Hercules removed his hands from Dinah's hips and relaxed his diaphragm. He didn't want to struggle to breathe beneath her. He wanted to be deprived of air and only breathe the gas from his Goddess' colon for as long as she was willing to oblige him. He warmed to the idea of being sustained by his Goddess' waste gas.
Dinah relaxed her abdominal muscles and waited for the gas to build in her lower intestines. As she waited she placed her hands on her hips and began to talk to Hercules as he lay submissively waiting beneath her.
"This morning Cythoe wants you to work at the grinding wheel."
Dinah passed gas noisily into Hercules' waiting nose and mouth. Hercules breathed deeply, grateful for this gracious provision from his Goddess. Dinah giggled to herself as she saw Hercules' chest rise as his lungs filled with her gas. It seemed to amuse her to no end that the great Hercules was actually submitting to this treatment. It seemed to amuse her to no end that the great Hercules was willingly sustaining his life by breathing in her waste gas.
"She says they have tons of grain to crush and the slaves are pathetically slow."
Dinah passed gas again, this time in four rapid spurts. Hercules had not exhaled her first provision. But he submissively breathed in her four successive ones. Hercules' lungs were overfilling, then compressing the excess gas without exhaling. Pressure, real pressure was building inside Hercules' lungs. He had never used his lungs in this way before, so he didn't know how long he could do this before really needing to exhale. But he was determined to submit to his Goddess for as long as she had gas to give.
"She believes you will be able to help the other slaves pick up the pace."
Dinah watched curiously as Hercules' chest would rise then fall only halfway each time she passed gas into his nose and mouth. She knew he wasn't exhaling, but he seemed to be calm and relaxed beneath her, so she continued with the treatment.
Dinah passed gas into Hercules' nose and mouth about twelve more times. Each time Hercules' chest would rise then fall only halfway. On the twelfth time Hercules felt pain, real pain from the intense pressure in his lungs. But he held it all in, not wanting to exhale with such force that would lift Dinah unpredictably off his face. He didn't want to risk even the slightest discomfort for her. So he lay there, at her mercy, at her discretion, waiting for her to finish voiding her colon of her waste gas into his submissive nose and mouth.
Dinah stretched and yawned, then she said, "Looks like that's all I have for you this morning, Dirt."
With that she climbed off Hercules' face and stood over him straddling his chest.
"I know that you haven't exhaled yet, Dirt. I want you to hold all that nasty gas inside your lungs for just a little longer. I want to see just how much you can take."
Dinah turned to face Hercules, still straddling his chest. She looked down into his eyes with a diabolical smile and then jumped with all her might high into the air and came down with both feet right on Hercules' diaphragm.
"Snick!" was the only sound that came from Hercules as he struggled to contain all the gas that his Goddess had passed into his lungs. Dinah smiled a dominant smile and jumped again and again and again. In all she jumped twenty times until SHE was out of breath. Then she climbed down and walked out of Hercules' room leaving the door open.
From the distance Hercules could hear Dinah say, "Good job, Dirt! Ok, you can breathe now."
Hercules exhaled with such force that the door to his room actually blew closed. Hercules lay there on the bed weakened by his last encounter with Dinah, and he learned better than to underestimate the power of a determined woman. He had challenged her the night before, and she had proven her ability to push even his limits.
Five minutes later, Dinah returned to the room. "You are making breakfast, slave Dirt. Do you think you can neglect your duties at home just because you are doing community work outside the home?"
"Yes, Goddess. I mean no, Goddess," came Hercules' uncertain reply.
Dinah chuckled to herself and smirked at Hercules' complete submission to her. She had been half joking, but she could see that Hercules was completely committed to this new Goddess/slave relationship. So she undertook her morning ablutions while Hercules made breakfast for them both. Once she was finished, she came to the kitchen table to eat breakfast. Hercules lay dutifully supine under the table at the feet of her chair. Dinah took her seat and ate as she warmed her feet on Hercules' manly chest.
When she finished eating, she scraped her leftovers onto Hercules' plate. His food was now tepid. Dinah placed his plate on the floor at Hercules' head. She then made him roll over onto his stomach so he could look directly at his plate on the floor. Dinah now moved her chair around the table and placed it in front of the plate of food. With bare feet made dirty by her walking on the stone floor she stepped into the plate of Hercules' food and walked around freely, mashing his food into a consistent pulp beneath her dirty feet. Then she sat in her chair and commanded Hercules to eat his breakfast. Hercules complied, forcing his face into the plate of mashed up food as he ravenously devoured his breakfast. Then Dinah commanded Hercules to lick the rest of his breakfast from her dirty feet.
Hercules couldn't have been more passionate in his rapt obedience to this latest command. Dinah was pleased at Hercules' obvious level of submission to and adoration for her. Not to mention that she thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of Hercules' tongue as it darted back and forth over her feet and between her toes. Once Dinah's feet were cleared of both the food debris and the dirt from the floor, she ordered Hercules to wash her feet with warm water and put on her shoes. And finally, after all these duties were performed, Dinah allowed Hercules to attend to his own morning ablutions before submitting himself to community service.
"You have a lot of work to do today, Dirt. So you better get ready, and you better make me look good today. Don't expect any mercy from me now that I have seen that you truly desire such extreme humiliation by women. I own you, Dirt, and I may not let you go at the end of next week. After all, you are my ticket to wealth and power. So you had better make me happy, and you had better make me very rich. Then I'll consider dismissing you."
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