This choice: Story of Heracles (Different Author/Adding Choices) • Go Back...Chapter #4Story of Heracles (Different Author/Adding Choi... by: Carl   Written by TheImmortalMasochist. This story was almost lost to the ages when another site went down briefly so going to put it here as a backup and also add choice options.
Hercules sat sullen on the stump of a felled tree. His mind was a tempest of discontent. All his life he had been the Son of Zeus. His many achievements were made possible only because of his half divinity. His self image, indeed his very identity had been shaped by the infallibility of his semi-divine strength. Men followed him and secretly coveted his strength. Women worshiped him and threw themselves all too willingly at his feet. He knew no humility, and no challenge was too great for him. His stepmother Hera had declared war on him from his birth and many of his tests of strength came because of that warfare. Hera hated him and he never really liked her much either. That's why Hercules was also called Heracles, the bane of Hera.
As Hercules pondered his lifelong predicament, he decided to search for a new self definition. He wanted something diametrically opposite to what he had always been. Hercules stood up and set out toward the north. He didn't know why, but he just had a hunch that his search would be rewarded in the north.
After two days of trekking, Hercules came upon a horde of fallen male figures. Scattered amongst the bodies were a number of broken carts and weapons of war. Out of the corner of his eye Hercules saw motion. He moved to investigate and found a man still alive, but barely.
"Who did this thing and why?" Hercules inquired.
"It was," the man gasped for breath, "the Amazons."
'Amazons...' Hercules thought to himself, 'I've heard many stories about their legendary fury.' Hercules decided then and there to track down these women, nay, goddesses of legend. He held the man as he lay dying. The man stared distantly into Hercules' eyes and asked, "Who are you sir?"
"I am Hercules," he responded.
"Alas, the gods have answered the prayers of a dying man... Find them, Hercules; find the Amazons and avenge us."
"I shall find the Amazons," Hercules reassured the man.
With that the man died. Hercules stood up and resumed his trek northward. As night fell, Hercules stopped to camp beneath a large willow tree. He needed wood for a fire so he leapt high into a neighboring tree and grabbed a large branch. Using his mighty strength, Hercules broke the branch from the tree. Then he released his grip on the tree and fell to the earth once more. Next, he began to break the branch into even lengths. As he got toward the end of the branch, he broke off a very long portion of the end piece. That would be his roasting stick.
Now Hercules needed something to roast. So he looked off into the distance with his keen vision and spotted a rabbit. With stone in hand he gave a mighty throw and struck the rabbit squarely on the head. The rabbit fell dead as it must having been felled by the Great Hercules. Hercules sauntered over to his kill, not wanting to waste energy getting to a dead rabbit. When he got there he lifted the rabbit and twisted off it's head. Then holding it by the tail, he sauntered back to his camp. Tying the rabbit's tail to a low hanging willow branch, Hercules looked around to find two rocks. They were the size of watermelons, but Hercules lifted them easily. Then he brought them near to the pile of wood he had made from the branch. He struck them strategically over the pile and the resulting sparks took root deep in the pile of wood. In a few seconds lively flames emerged from the pile. The melon-sized rocks that he had struck together cracked into several hand-sized rocks which he arranged about the pile of wood to contain the now burgeoning fire.
Hercules now turned his attention to the hanging rabbit. Upon inspection, the rabbit proved to be sufficiently drained of blood. So Hercules took his roasting stick and thrust the tapered end through the rabbit's body. He then sat down on the ground, leaning against the tree and held the end of the stick with the rabbit on it over the fire. In a few minutes the rabbit's fur could be easily peeled from its body. Afterward, Hercules finished cooking the rabbit.
As Hercules sat eating his dinner, he pondered the scene of the defeated men strewn across the ground. He was intrigued by these warrior women. What would his meeting with them hold in store? Hercules went to sleep with the pleasant dreams of the possibilities. During his slumber, Hercules dreamed of a beautiful, tall woman sitting on a throne of men. Her feet were resting on the faces of other men who were lying prone on the floor at her feet. In fact, the entire floor was covered with men lying face up in neat little rows all over the floor and down the steps from her throne. The last row of men formed the last row of steps descending from her throne and then there was bare stone floor. Her throne of men was made in such a way that there was a man's face directly behind her and a man's face directly in front of her between her legs. The man behind had his opened mouth pressed firmly to her anus and the man in front had his opened mouth pressed firmly to her vagina. Both men were trained well in the art of disposing of her bodily wastes and thoroughly cleaning each orafice with their tongues. So the woman on the throne could sit there for long periods of time and eat and drink and eliminate her bodily wastes without having to get up and go elsewhere. Hercules subconsciously marveled at this practical convention.
Hercules now gave a moment of attention to himself and realized that he was in the form of a faerie hovering close to the woman. She seemed to be oblivious to him, so he decided to move around her throne to examine it from all angles. After he had examined it closely, Hercules came to rest on the woman's left arm. She immediately turned and looked directly at him with a look of disdain on her face. She used her right hand to flick him away to the floor of men. He landed awkwardly on one of the men's foreheads and rolled over onto his back just in time to see the woman's large right sandal crashing down on him. He was instantly obliterated, but he was not dead. He now saw the scene from outside his former body and watched with keen interest as the woman continued to pummel his tiny corpse underfoot. She stomped and ground his remains onto the forehead of the one man until she was satisfied that the faerie was dead. When she finished, she sat back down onto her throne of men and went back to her thoughts.
Hercules awakened with a start as a beam of sunlight found its way through the tree leaves directly to his left eye. The sun was at a high angle in the sky now. He had slept all night and into the day. It would be noon in a few hours. Hercules left his makeshift camp and continued northward in search of the Amazons. As he walked, Hercules couldn't get the tall, beautiful woman out of his mind. He wondered if she was an Amazon.
After an hour or so, Hercules came upon a wagon that was overturned beneath several large rocks and hundreds of smaller ones. Hercules saw the body of a man caught halfway under the edge of the overturned wagon. His body was obviously pinched in two by the overwhelming weight of the wagon and rocks. Hercules shook his head and muttered, "a shame," before he started to walk away. Just then he heard muffled screams from inside the overturned wagon. So Hercules quickly cleared the rocks from the wagon and lifted it onto its side. There was a young woman curled up into a ball still screaming for help.
"Hello, I'm Hercules," he said with pride. "I'm sorry about the man. Who was he, your father?"
The girl stopped screaming and looked up into Hercules' face as he reached his hand down to help her up. As she took his hand and stood up she answered his question, "No he was my uncle. But he may as well have been my father, because he raised me from a little girl after my parents died of illness."
"What's your name?" Hercules asked.
"Dinah," came her quiet reply.
"How did this happen?"
"We were just riding along at the wrong time, I guess. The rocks started falling and then I was under the overturned wagon. It all happened so fast."
Hercules reached forward his mighty hand and gently wiped the tears from Dinah's eyes. She seemed to appreciate his kindness.
"Where is the mule that was pulling this wagon?" Hercules inquired.
"I don't know. I guess its yoke broke loose during the rock slide and it got away."
"Not to worry. I can fix this wagon and pull it myself with ease. Where were you headed?"
"To the next town. It should be less than half a marathon from here."
"First let's get your uncle buried. Then I'll make camp. We can fix the wagon in the morning. Don't worry, you are safe with me, Dinah."
"I know and thank you, Hercules."
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