*MFMC* Hercules vs. the Amazons [A.U.]

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Hercules vs. The Amazons
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   One could not have lived in Ancient Greece and not heard tales of the mighty Hercules. Tales of his great strength and courageous deeds spread across all of the ancient lands and kingdoms. Without a doubt he was the strongest man in the whole ancient world. But, lost forever to the foggy mists of time is the tale I lay before you. It is a tale, that has been altered and changed to fit the perceptions and ideals of all the petty chauvinistic kingdoms of men.
   The tale of Hercules and his nine labors is well known to most. The catalyst: according to commonly held historic circles, was that one night Hera (Queen of the God's), had driven Hercules to madness, and in his state he killed his wife and children. However, thanks to new found clay tablets, the real story has come to light.
   Hercules was indeed a strong man, the strongest man in the whole world, fittingly he possessed strong passions and appetites. The thought of a man of his kind settling down with a wife and having children, was truly an absurd thought. He did in his time sire a great deal of illegitimate children, just like his famous father. But, alas he held little respect for the so called fairer, or weaker sex.
   Women existed to feed his appetites, and warm his bedside, and nothing more. He was not known as a gentle man, and often took what he wanted by force. Still, because of his great strength, and the tales of his many adventures, he was afforded a celebrity status, and all was forgiven.
   Hera, on the other hand, loathed the man, and all he stood for. That much the ancient texts gotten right. And for too long she stood by and done nothing as he abused woman after woman, robbing them of their pride and dignity. It was then that she decided that Hercules was much overdue on a lesson of humility.
   She ordered Hermes, the messenger of the God's to spread the word of tales of her mighty Amazon women. Women whose strength and fighting prowess was the equal of the greatest of fighting men. Above all else she asked of Hermes, never to forget or leave out tale of the Mighty Hippolyta, Queen of all the Amazons. She was the mightiest of all the Amazons and was said to have possessed the strength of a hundred men. In fact, Hera made sure to add, some say that Mighty Hippolyta's strength rivaled that of Hercules himself.
   The Amazons were a small tribe of warrior women, who had shunned the greedy, and corrupt world of man. They lived secluded in their own jungle kingdom, free of all men, save for the few slaves that they acquired through the years. The slaves that they kept weren't average men, but were once great warriors who they had conquered and defeated on the field of battle. Taken back to their home as a spoil of war, the women used their slaves for everyday menial chores, and to satisfy their sexual needs, and of course for further procreation.
   Hera was the God of the Amazons, and in return for their worship, Hera granted them great strength. It was this strength, and the women's own indomitable will, that made them next to unbeatable of the battlefield. But, despite the rumors that Hera had given Hermes to spread throughout the world, Hera knew that her own women were no match for Hercules great strength. At least, no match so long as Zeus was watching over and protecting Hercules.
   Zeus would never knowingly allow Hera, to bestow strength upon any woman, greater than one of his own children. But, Hera was wise, and often found ways to trick her powerful, but ultimately foolish husband. And so she found a loophole in Hercules armor, or to borrow from another Greek tale, she found Hercules' Achilles heel.
   It didn't take long for Hera's plan to be set in motion. For the tales of the mythic women spread like wildfire through the whole ancient world, swiftly finding their way to Hercules' own ears. As expected he was not amused in the slightest at the news in which greeted his ears. The tales and legends were an affront to his manhood, to his strength. No sooner had he heard the tales, then he would set about to quash them. Which often resulted in the injuring of the offending storytellers mouth. But, these affronts on bards and gossips did not quell the or stop the stories from spreading, for they took on the nature of an ever rising tide, and Hercules soon found he could not escape their consuming wake.
   So he sought out the Amazons and their great Queen Hippolyta, to put an end to the rumors, and to prove to the whole world who was the stronger. For he was Hercules, son of Zeus, the strongest man in the world. How dare anyone ever compare his great strength to that of a mere woman.
   He traveled alone, and as such had no envoy's or ambassadors to precede him and to tell the Amazons of his coming. Yet, Hera knew, and so she passed on word of his coming to the mighty Queen. Hippolyta ordered his safe passing through her kingdom, and that all her subjects to avoid him and not to approach him.
   So when the moment of his arrival came, and the great Hercules came through the heavy doors to the Amazon Queens throne room, Hippolyta wasn't surprised. She was seated upon her throne, waiting patiently for his arrival. And as she looked down at the man that so boldly entered her throne room, she knew she was in store for a treat.
   Hercules was shocked as he gazed upon the Amazons. For despite the many days he had spent in their kingdom, making his way to the queen's palace, this was the first good look at any of the women that he had received. All the women he had encountered on his way, fled from him upon sight, and the streets of the normally crowded city were deserted. Unbeknownst to him, for his arrival the inhabitants had been cleared away temporally to a secluded camp outside the city.
   The women were all large and powerfully built. Hercules himself was a tall man, about a full heads taller than the average man of his time. Yet, he found himself dwarfed by the Amazon women that stood before him. His muscular frame, paled in comparison to their mighty frames. This fact was not lost on him, and it temporally took the wind from his sails.
   His bluster lost, he began to timidly make his way toward the queen. However, he was quickly halted by the crossing of two swords, by the Amazon guards, blocking his path to the queen. He promptly halted, and subsequently silently cursed himself for doing so. But, as he looked upon the healthy lustrous muscles that the guardswomen possessed, he found himself a little intimated. Perhaps it was because he had never seen women of the kind before. Women as strong and muscular as they were beautiful. It unnerved him, and he thought it unnatural.
   He had to remind himself, muscular or not, these were still just women. In fact, he had time and again faced larger more muscular opponents than himself, and the women before him, and time after time he proved himself to be the stronger.
   His courage and bravado returning to him he boldly addressed the Queen in his most impressive heroic voice.
   "Don't tell me that the Mighty Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons is afraid of the great Hercules! From the legends I have heard tales of, it is told that an Amazon fears no man. Tell your guard to step aside, or I shall bat them aside as flies. I have no wont for a fight. I just came here to clear my good name."
   Hercules strong booming voice, carried easily throughout the throne room, and Hippolyta heard Hercules words, and the barely contained tone of contempt in his voice. She ordered her guards to let him pass.
   As Hercules approached the Amazon Queen, step by step he rebuilt his shaken courage. These were just women that stood before him. No matter how solid or strong looking. He had faced giants, titans, and gods, and never once had he known fear, or been intimidated in the least. Yet, there was something about these women. These muscle bound Amazons that unnerved him, they were all so relaxed, and confident. The guards did not even so much as blanch at the threat he leveled at them should they prevent his passing.
   Even the strongest of men, would have shrunk from his words, for the whole world knew Hercules didn't make idle threats. Yet, he knew from the way that the guardswomen eyed him as he passed that they were silently sizing him up. And should their Queen command it, they would not hesitate to take him on in battle. These women were fearless, and he even heard one chuckle that and say something \,about how she thought the mighty Hercules would be bigger. And yet, he did nothing.
   He just walked past, and pretended not to have heard the women, yet the smirk the women wore, told him that they both knew he had heard her. It was just shock he told himself, nothing more than being surprised at the size of the great women. So what if they possessed muscular bodies that surpassed Apollo himself. If these women didn't renounce and rebuke the false tales that were spread across the land, then he would have to put them in their place. It wouldn't be the first time he hit a woman.
   Step by step, as Hercules was building back up his confidence, Hippolyta was busy taking in the great hero. She was surprised at what she saw. True, Hercules was a great specimen of a man, but she thought that a man of his legend would be taller. Taller and more muscular, for as the man neared, she knew that the average woman in her kingdom, was nearly as tall as the great hero, and just as muscular, if not a little more so.
   As Hercules neared the throne, his courage having recently been found in his great rage, he let loose a great booming challenge toward the queen.
   "I have traveled far across many lands to seek the Amazon Queen Hippolyta, so that I can end the rumors that smear my name and legend. Either willingly renounce the tales of your strength rivaling mine, or I shall be forced to prove the falsities of the tales with righteous violence. If you bend knee to me, I swear no harm will befall you or any of your women. A women's place is on her knees before a man, and I don't care if you bow before me willingly or by force. For too long I have suffered the insults and arrows of your poisonous slander. I cannot let you and your lecherous kind ruin my legend. I am the great Hercules, the strongest man in all the world and all bow before me!"
   The malice and arrogance easily poured out of Hercules, his chauvinistic pride, allowed no room for humility of tact. The threat was not lost on any in the room, so brash and clear were his words and actions. He actually expected Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons to wilt before his presence. This man, great as he was in stature, was nothing compared to the Queen's subjects and tiny indeed when compared to the Queen herself.
   She was a proud woman, and she ruled her kingdom with the strength and confidence, only a truly strong and just leader could. For there wasn't a single woman in the whole kingdom that wouldn't throw down their own life to protect her, and she would likewise do the same for her sisters. Such was the strength and devotion that they shared for one another.
   The brashness and arrogance of the puny man, filled her with rage, and she could no longer sit idly by as he shot his mouth off. She stood and let her full figure be known to the chauvinistic male. His jaw went slack in disbelief, for she was a statue come to life. Her limbs were thick and heavily corded with dense feminine muscle. Her legs were great tree trunks, and her arms so big and thick, that they were bigger than the mighty Hercules' very legs.
   Hippolyta, paused for a moment to fully let Hercules take in the magnificent sight, that was her body. A body which gave her the strength to rule, and bring men to their knees. For further dramatic effect she brought up both of her arms and flexed, displaying the full size and fury of her biceps. Like mighty mountains of muscle, her biceps rose into twin peaks.
   As she flexed she let out a sharp cry of her own, "I am Hippolyta Queen of the Amazons, and we bow before no man!"
   Both the sight and declaration of a women so muscular and tall, and yet so undeniably beautiful left Hercules dumbfounded. Never in his life had he encountered women with both the physical and mental strength of these Amazons. The wind was taken from his sails, and he could only watch as the Queen made her way down from her throne and approached him. It was all so confusing to Hercules, part of him was excited at seeing such a woman. Hippolyta was unreal, without a doubt she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, and her great musculature did not diminish it at all.
   Rather, the way her muscles bulged and rippled across her curvy figure, was quite intoxicating. But, also more than a bit unnerving, for Hercules could tell by the way the Queen carried herself, that her muscles weren't just for show. She had an air of confidence about her, that bespoke of someone who had fought and battled many times. Judging by the looks of her soft and flawless skin, Hercules could tell more often than naught she had been the victor.
    Face to face she squared up to Hercules and flared out her shoulders. Hercules responded in kind, but was eclipsed by the Queen's great muscularity. Try as he could, he could not escape the fact that Queen's arms were twice as big as his own, and her shoulders almost twice as wide as his own. So healthy was her frame, that the only fat that he saw on her great frame, was that of her ample bosom.
   The bosom heaved up and down upon the Queen's great chest, framed by thick slabs of pectoral muscles. By her expression Hercules knew she was furious, for the first time in his life he felt a tinge of fear. For as he looked up into her enraged expression, he knew that the Amazon Queen would not be an easy conquest.
   Unexpectedly the Queen's rage fled, and as she brushed her hard muscular body up against Hercules, she let out sigh of passion. Her body was like living iron, so hard, and strong, and yet her skin was softer than the finest of silks.
   Hercules couldn't help but grin, and was proud of the fact, that he thought he was right about Hippolyta and her Amazons. They were women after all, imposing muscular physiques or not. When encountered with a true man, a real warrior, the women would lose their nerve. Their strength was just an eminence front, thought the mighty Hercules, not like his strength. Theirs was just a façade and once exposed they would be revealed to be nothing more than a group of second rate warrior women.
   "You are without a doubt, such a fine specimen of a man." Hippolyta cooed into Hercules' ear, as she ran her hands across his body. "Such muscles, so hard, so firm. Truly the finest warrior, I have ever encountered. We are going to have so much fun together." and although she had whispered the last part to Hercules, a wave of giggling broke out amongst the Amazons in the throne room.
   Thoughts of carnal pleasure flooded his mind, as one of the Queen's hands slowly slid down his arm. She had a great grip, her fingers were like a steel trap, and he knew just the way to put the Queen's iron grip to use. But, the Queen had other thoughts on her mind besides carnal pleasure.
   With ease she slipped the great wooden club out of Hercules' hand. He made no protest or struggle and willingly let the Queen take his fabled weapon, a weapon that had enabled him to conquer many foe's throughout the years. With both hands on the opposite ends of the club, she brought it above her, and snapped the great club in two as if it were no more than a mere twig.
   Hercules let out a surprised grunt, and for the first time he bore witness to a small sample of the Queen's muscular might. Again she flexed for Hercules, her bicep rising up, its size bigger than his head. He had no words, and he would have been furious indeed that his trusty weapon had just been broken, if not for the fact that he was truly taken back and amazed at the women's great strength.
   He had brought down mountains, and trees with his club, never once did his club come out the worse. Yet, this woman was able to break it so easily, and without so much as a hint of strain.
   "Behold real muscle and strength Hercules." Hippolyta exclaimed as she reached out and grabbed a hold of one his arms.
   She took the arm into her iron grasp, and clamped down on it with her great strength. His muscles yielded to her grasp, and he let out a groan of pain, as her fingers continued to squeeze his muscles down to the bone.
   "Men's muscles are weak and infirm. Look at how your muscles give way to my strength. Your muscles are tiny, and small. Smaller than most of my subjects."
   No sooner had she finished speaking, then she released her grip, and did a little sash shay as she moved behind Hercules. The malice had once again fled as she once again ran her arms across the man's muscular physique. She whispered to him sensually, bidding him to flex his muscles for her, so that he might prove her wrong.
   Hercules was unnaturally acting timidly, and he didn't know why. Just being around the great Amazon, he couldn't help but feel as if the woman was a mighty tigress, and him a lowly mouse. His arm was still sore, from where she had squeezed, and never in his life had he witnessed such strength, nor had he ever felt weaker, than at that very moment. All the sauntering and caresses the Queen lavished upon him, only further confused him. He didn't know if the woman wanted to fight, or to make love.
   With her arms around him, Hercules could sense the great strength and power that resided in her thick lustrous limbs. Her touch was electric and sent chills down his spine, how he yearned to take her right there and then, but he held back for he once again he found he was more than a little afraid of this woman. He flexed for her, as much as to acquiesce her demand, as to prove to himself, that he was in fact superior to her.
   A fine flexed peak arose from his arm, the size and musculature of which most men could only dream about. Yet, this brought only a chuckle from the Queen and her Amazon subjects.
   "I would have expected your muscles to be bigger. Surely tales of feats and deeds must be greatly embellished. Why your muscles are so small and frail compared to mine. To think you are the world's strongest man. Just proves how weak and pathetic men are!"
   The last few words came out laced with pestilence and venom, and before Hercules could even issue a rebuttal she grabbed a hold of him with both her hands and forced him down to his knees. With one hand she controlled his head, and with the other she grabbed onto Hercules' other arm. With her steel grip she crushed down on the Hercules' bicep, and that arms muscle like the prior arm, too wilted underneath her might. This time Hercules screamed from the pain, as the muscles were ground against the bone.
   He struggled against the mighty Queen's strength, but found himself to be helpless in her grip. A line of sweat formed across his brow as he raged and thrashed about desperately trying to free himself. But, Hippolyta held him in place, with no look or consternation or strain.
   Once again she spoke to Hercules, her voice dripping with disdain and ridicule "You thought it an insult that your strength be compared to that of a woman. Well, I am no mere WOMAN, I am an AMAZON QUEEN! And really, from what I have witnessed of the great Hercules' strength. You should be honored that your strength is compared to my own. For you are weak and feeble, when compared to myself and my Amazons!"
   With that said she released Hercules, and the man collapsed and stayed on his knees as he tried to compose himself. His whole world had turned upside down, and he couldn't understand it. Never in his life had he witnessed such strength and felt as helpless as he did now. His mind was all swirls and tempest, and with Hippolyta already launching into another diatribe, he found he could not focus his mind, and that he was lost in the tide of events.
   "You foolish vile little men, you fight for power, for wealth, for fame, and worse of all for no reason at all. For too long you men have subjugated us women, and held us enslaved.
   "My kingdom, is one where all women are truly free, free from the bondage of the male world. For we women have discovered the true nature of strength. Our strength does not lie in destruction like you men, but rather in creation, in our love. Women are creators, and thus superior in everyway to men, even strength.
   "Tell me Hercules who is the stronger me or you?"
   This was it, Hippolyta knew, the apex of Hera's plan. She had done everything asked of her, and with the trap now fully baited, she waited to see if the foolish Hercules would stumble into it.
   So enraged was he of having his strength questioned, that he responded in the same manner as he always responded. He let out a loud deep proclamation that reverberated throughout the entire throne room and could be heard even in the halls of Olympus itself.
   "I am Hercules, the STRONGEST MAN IN THE WORLD!" he raged.
   That simple statement cast, was enough to seal his fate. For Hercules' great strength resided in the mystical power that his father Zeus endowed him with, however the secret to the Amazon's great strength resided in their own bodies and the training they received since birth.
   Each Amazon trained daily, and forged their mighty bodies, through blood, sweat , and toil. They were only gifted with magical strength after they proved themselves worthy to Hera. And of course being women, Hercules mystical power did not effect them. And thus the true might of the individuals was the only presiding factor. Yes, simple semantics had cost Hercules his mantle of great strength. He was not the weaker, because of his proclamation, rather the handicap was lifted, so that the two titans could match their real strength against one another's.
   Both Hera and Zeus had been looking down from Olympia watching the events, and Hera forbid Zeus to interfere on his son's behalf. Zeus ever weary of his ill-tempered wife, didn't catch on to her little trick until it was too late. In ancient times the god's powers came from the strength and size of their followers. In fact, the great Zeus himself lost much of his own power at that moment, while his wife Hera increased her own.  Hera's body was beginning to swell from the new found power that was now pouring into her. Her slender petite body begin to grow and expand. Muscle piled atop muscle, and she grew so thick and dense, that within moments she was now larger than the King of all the God's.
   When Zeus finally did discover Hera's treachery, it was too late. Hera charged at Zeus, and pushed him back with just one of her arms. Her newfound strength was so great, that King of all the God's flew backwards violently and tumbled to the ground. Hera let Zeus stand and when he got to his feet, she slapped him so hard across his face that it knocked him back down to his knees. Strong as the blow was, it did not quash Zeus' resistance, and he kept up his attempts to assault her. But, Hera had grown too powerful for him to control, and she was able to bend and twist his body as she pleased. 
   Within a few moments the struggle was over. Hera proved herself to be the stronger, and quickly subdued and dethroned the King of all God's. Pleased she let out a great shout of victory, that could be heard throughout the entire ancient world. She was excited and pleased, and as she looked out across the world she thought about all the changes that would soon be coming. She knew the world would be better off for them. But, first she had unfinished business. And so she returned her attention back to Hercules and Hippolyta.
   And although much in Olympus had transpired since Hercules fell into Hippolyta's trap and proclaimed himself the strongest man in the world, only a few seconds had passed on earth. Such was the time and space that god's embody, that they live outside of the realm of time itself.
   Hercules was now on his feet, enraged that his proclamation, only drew a chorus of laughter from the room. He charged at Hippolyta, and sent thunderous blow after thunderous blow raining down upon her. Unfazed, she held her ground and weathered the vicious storm that would have crushed and crippled most men.
   But, Hippolyta was no man, she was an Amazon and the punches that Hercules' landed upon her, did her no harm. Hercules could not say the same, for with each blow he landed upon Hippolyta, sent pain filled tendrils snaking down across his arms. He busted his knuckles on the mighty Amazon's steely physique. Yet, he did not abandon his furious assault. He kept piling blow upon blow, hoping against hope that the Amazon would crumble under his barrage.
   Stone columns and boulders would have crumbled under such force that Hippolyta was subjected too, but still she held her ground. But, she quickly grew tired, and so decided it was her turn for some fun. She struck out like a great coiled spring, slamming Hercules with a powerful uppercut, that she buried her fist deep into his stomach. Before he could respond, lightning fast she followed up with a left to his face.
   Hercules tried to defend himself by throwing a wild looping punch, but Hippolyta easily grabbed onto his arm and threw it aside, as she struck at his now unprotected face with her other hand. Hercules was dazed from the vicious strikes, and was dead on his feat. Unable to attack or defend, it was all he could do was to stay standing. Hippolyta drove into Hercules' belly a great driving knee, lifting the man off his feet and several feet into the air. As he came falling back down, she threw a mighty cross which drove him to his knees.
   Hippolyta was impressed, never before had anyone man, and very few of her Amazons, ever lasted this long in a fight with her. But, impressed or not, she knew Hercules couldn't last much longer against her. So, she let the man find his footing and get back to his feet.
   No sooner than he had stood, then she came barreling in at him, and put every thew she had in her body into one great punch. She buried her fist deep into his stomach, and once again lifted poor Hercules well off his feet. Leaping into the air with him, she landed a mighty uppercut, which rattled a few of his teeth loose, and sent him crashing atop of the steps to the throne.
   The fight was over, and a web of silence had fallen over the throne room. The only sounds that could be heard, was the labored gasps of Hercules, as he tried to orient himself, and stop his world from spinning. Hippolyta was panting slightly, the fight was fun and had gotten her blood pumping. As she stared down upon her defeated foe, she began to get the feeling of arousal that always came with a new conquest. Her breast heaved, and she licked her lips as she began to think of all the fun she would have with her new slave.
   Archippe, the head of her guards let out a laugh at Hercules defeat.
   "My Queen," the ebony skinned Amazon began, "surely such an easy conquest is proof of weakness and fragility of all the kingdoms of men. You have bested their greatest champion, yet I believe that we have many small children who could claim of similar victory if given the chance."
   Archippe finished off her statement with a laugh, and the Queen joined in, for Hippolyta knew no slight was meant at her statement. Such was the degree of ease in which she defeated the great Hercules, the strongest man in the world, that she no doubt knew the truth in Archippe's words.
   However, not all the fight had fled from Hercules. Enraged from the insult, the flame of battle was reignited in him. Never in his life had he been so determined as what he now was, this time he would show those women who truly was the stronger.
   "Vile dark skinned bitch! You dare mock Hercules, when I am finished with you, you rugly battered face will make a lepers' skins crawl. "
   Hippolyta was pleased to see that Hercules spirit wasn't yet fully broken. To her, all that meant was more fun to be had.
   "What say you Archippe, do you think you can best the 'great' Hercules, or are you afraid, having just witnessed his 'great' strength and fighting prowess."  The Queen found it impossible to say the last few words with a straight face, and behind her, she heard her guards snickering as well.
   "Yes, my Queen, it will be good practice." The captain of her guard replied.
   "Practice!" Raged Hercules as he jumped to his feet. "I am Hercules, son of Zeus, strongest man in the world. And you dare mock me!"
   Still a bit dizzy from the beating he just received, Hercules stomped over to the dark skinned Amazon. There he stood her before her, fists clenched giving her the deadliest glares he ever did muster. For if looks could kill, then the stare Hercules' graced Archippe captain of the guards with, would have killed her a thousand times over. But, they do not, and so Hercules stood before the Amazon, trying to find the strength inside him to attack.
   He was not yet a broken man, and still clung to the vestiges of what little pride of his remained. He could not deny, that Hippolyta was the stronger, but as he looked upon Archippe, he knew he wouldn't be bested again. For surely such a fate could not befall someone so great as him, son of the King of the God's.
   Archippe was not so thick with muscle as the other women in the room. In fact she was a little shorter than Hercules, and her limbs, though they possessed a healthy luster, were in fact smaller than Hercules'. He had fought with and alongside women with similar builds as hers in the past, and always before they were no match to his godly strength. So he knew that she would pose no real difficulty for him to defeat.
   Yet, why hadn't he struck out against her? What kept him from attacking? Deep down, though he would never admit it, it was fear. Archippe, like her Queen, possessed a certain aura of confidence that Hercules could not begin to understand or explain, yet so tangible was it, that it stayed his hand.
   It was only when Archippe realized that Hercules would need a little encouragement, that she goaded him on to attack. She offered up an insult to his manhood, and no sooner spoken, then he let out a wide arching hook. Archippe, was fast enough to dodge it, and Hercules having missed his target with his haymaker was off balance.
   Archippe took immediate advantage of Hercules' poor footing and belted the man with a mighty kick, sending him stumbling backwards several feet. Groggy, but still on his feet Hercules reared back and charged in with a looping left that contained every ounce of strength that remained within his battered body.
   The captain of the guards was no fool, she didn't get to her station in life relying on strength, but rather her own quickness and fighting ability. She knew, that should Hercules land one lucky punch, then he could very well beat her.
   But, as she watched the brute charging in telegraphing every movement and punch, she knew that it wouldn't be hard to avoid his strikes. She slipped his punched and as she watched it sail harmlessly away from her, she buried her left into his gut.
   That took the wind out of his sails, and the rout was on. She landed blow after blow, and although these lacked the earth shaking primal power of her Queen, her punches contained enough beef behind them to stun a charging bull. His nose let out a sickening crunch after it absorbed one of Archippe's vicious haymakers. His nose now broken, as a claret of blood starting to pour out from it.
   He was now barely recognizable as the fierce warrior his legend decreed. Against the ebony skinned Amazon, he looked to be a crude second rate fighter, not the seasoned warrior he was. Blindly he swung out with massive haymakers, that had no chance of connecting. He only succeeded in giving Archippe an easy opening, in which she would strike out and connect multiple blows, before he could get his defenses back up. His face boar witness to the beating that he was receiving, and was covered with multiple bruises, cuts, and scrapes, including the blackening of one eye.
   He lasted longer against Archippe, than what he had against the Queen, but sure enough, after one particularly vicious hit, he found himself off his feet, and the ground rushed up to meet him. Archippe took a few moments to savor the scene before her. She had just fell the mighty Hercules, and she enjoyed seeing the arrogant male squirm around on the ground before her.
   Before he could get his wits about him and stand back up to resume the fight, she was on top of him. She sat down on his back, and put him into a camel clutch hold. Hercules' was too tired to resist, and she easily locked it in. The only protest Hercules could manage, were the groans of pain that escaped his lips as she ratcheted up the torque on the hold.
   He had no strength left to struggle with, all his might and power had fled him, he was helpless in the dark skinned amazons hands. For several minutes he was remained in that powerful hold, and pain once a stranger to him, now quickly was becoming his best friend. It was then when he heard a muffled woman's voice speak something.
   He could not be certain what was said, by now he was going in and out of coconsciousness, but it sounded to him, that one of the guards had asked Archippe if she would let them share in the fun. Or about hogging all the fun. Whatever specifically it was they were saying he did not know. But, he did know, whatever was said it would only lead to pain for him.
   Suddenly the captain of the guards broke her hold on Hercules, and lifted him to his feet as if he were but a rag doll. Grabbing him by the cape she proceeded to spin him through the air. As he spun, the cape tore itself free of his body, and he was launched violently as if from a mighty sling straight into a stone column.
   He collapsed to the ground, and for several seconds all he could do was moan in pain. His moans were like music to Archippe's ears, and she told Hercules, that she planned on keeping his cape as a memento of their battle. She would use it to wipe the mud off her sandals.
   Finally he got back to his knees, but standing before him, waiting for him were the two muscular guardswomen that blocked his way into the throne room earlier. To his bleary eyes, they looked as if they could be twins, or at the very least sisters.  Once again one of the women said something, but his head was throbbing and pulsing in so much pain, that he could not make it out.
   With arms on both of his shoulders, the nearest guard lifted him up into the air, squeezing him harshly between her mighty arms. He could hear his bones groan and pop, under the strength of the Amazon guardswoman, and he also heard her girlish laughter. She was enjoying this. He tried to speak, to issue a threat, a warning to her, that if she didn't stop he would be forced to hurt her, but only grunts and groans of pain came out.
   "Hey, its my turn!" Hercules heard, the voice emanating from the direction of the second guardswoman, but he couldn't be sure, his whole world was spinning rapidly.
   And then again he felt himself flying through the air, not aware that he had just been tossed by the guardswoman who was holding him, over to her partner. He landed into her arms, and was quickly embraced in the tightest bear-hug he had ever received, and he had wrestled bears before. What he wouldn't give to be facing a bear right now, for that would have been exceedingly easier than fighting and wrestling these Amazon women.
   He let out another howl of pain, as a couple of ribs gave way to the crushing force of his captives bear-hug. Swooning from the flaring pain, he felt as if the blackness would finally fully embrace him, but it was as if the guardswoman knew that unconsciousness was coming and dialed back the pain. She changed holds on him. With her well muscled limbs it was easy, he was malleable to her every whim. She pried and twisted his arms behind his back and into a double chicken wing hold. He struggled all the while, but his strength was nothing compared to the Amazon's.
   He was still struggling to free himself when the other guardswoman, the one who had tossed him over, came up to him. Massaging her knuckles as she approached, she playfully slammed her fisted hand into the palm of her other three times, and then she looked into Hercules eyes and smiled.
   She was beautiful and had a lovely smile, but that was the furthest thought in Hercules' mind. But, when her fist slammed into his jaw, all of his thoughts were promptly driven out. Once again darkness welled up and threatened to take him away, and once again the promise of release, did not come. He was fully conscious and aware when the guardswoman, second strike came crashing in. She broke two ribs with that vicious hit, and expelled all the air from his lungs.
   The bones in his legs seemed to turn to mush, and were no longer able to support him. Feeling all resistance fade, the Amazon holding him, released her hold and let him spill onto the floor.
   "Rats!" one of the guardswomen exclaimed. "We were just starting to have fun."
   Although no more than a few feet away, the voices sounded distance, and he could no longer discern who was saying them. At that moment he wanted nothing more than his pain to be over. He had been humiliated and humbled in a way he never thought possible or dreamed could happen. And yet today, he had been bested and beaten, by four different women. All beautiful women, all of whom were able to overpower him, the mighty Hercules. He thought it might be a nightmare, but from the pain he knew that wasn't possible.
   "Poor little Hercules... You know, I do feel sorry for him a little bit... I know, why don't we give him a nice big hug, and show him no hard feelings."
   Groggy Hercules was only half aware that he had been lifted to his feet. One of the guardswoman, held him up in her strong and capable arms. The second guard was on his other side, and he was sandwiched between them. It was then that the girls began to embrace one another in a tender hug.
   Only for Hercules the feeling was anything but tender, between the muscular maidens he felt as if he was between the rock's of Gibraltar, and was being crushed by their firm bodies. Their playful coos and moans, as they caressed and kissed one another drowned out the snapping and grinding of his bones.
   The pressure from their steely physiques was so great, he thought his insides were to burst at any moment. He had once held up the very heavens on his shoulder, and that was nothing compared to the weight and pressure that he was feeling trapped between the two Amazons. He could not budge the women in the lest, and was enraged when the whole court, began to laugh at him trapped between the loving embrace of the two young guardswomen.
   They loosened up the pressure slightly and let him slip downwards a little, so that they could target his neck and head. Once again for several minutes he was held helpless and subjected to torment upon torment. But, the greatest torment of all, was knowing the ease in which the women were able to defeat him. While holding him in their control, they were able to frolic with each other. As if he weren't even a threat or challenge to the women.
   Yet, he hadn't the strength to do anything about it. And when Hippolyta called out for them to release him, he was grateful, even if he knew only worse pain would soon be forthcoming. He was defeated, that much Hercules knew, and couldn't escape. Arrogant as he was, he still had a measure of dignity about him. He refused to fall to the ground. He stayed on his knees, waiting for his head to clear, and the strength to return to his legs.
   He was still on his knees when Hippolyta sauntered over to him.
   "What was that, that you said earlier about a woman's place being on her knees before a man. Well tell me 'mighty' Hercules, how does it feel to be on your knees before me!" Hippolyta said, her excitement evident in her voice.
   Just then she placed one of her muscular legs atop Hercules shoulder, and used its great girth to drive his knees further down into the ground.
   "How does it feel?" She asked him again. But again she received no answer, but she didn't seem to care and continued to speak.
   "I am stunned, the 'mighty' Hercules at a loss for words. No more boisterous boasts, no more chauvinistic rants. Well let me tell you o' mighty one, I always preferred my men to kneel before me."
   With that, she used her legs to drive Hercules to the ground on all fours. And triumphantly she placed one foot atop his back. It took Hercules all his might to keep the weight of Hippolyta's leg from slamming him into the stone floor.
   "That's better. I think there is hope for you yet. All your belligerence is drained out of you. I think you have the makings of being a great slave. For you see, all the men you see before you were all once great warriors. Those are the only slaves we permit in my kingdom, and they to are treated far more fairly then most peasants in many of the kingdoms of men."
   To punctuate her message, she slammed her leg down hard upon his back. Hercules arms folded from the great pressure, and he was slammed hard into the stone floor. It was as if Hippolyta foot was a pestle and the floor the mortar, and she just kept grinding him into the floor. He tried to push himself up, but her leg was just too powerful, and kept him pinned to the floor helpless.
   Finally she tired of her game, and she ordered him to kiss her feet. When he did not comply fast enough, she gave him a wicked little belting with one of her feet. Once his head cleared enough, he promptly went about lavishing his new Queen's feet with as much kisses as he could place upon them.  She ordered him then, to move up and kiss her calf.
   "See how strong they are." She didn't ask him, but rather commanded him.
   "See how firm and hard the muscle is. Harder than stone. Harder than the hardest of forged steel! Yet, marvel at how soft my skin is. Is it not the softest skin you have ever felt. One would never guess, that this skin, has been in over hundreds of battles, and victorious through them all."
   She kept talking, and Hercules kept massaging and kissing the great Queen's muscles. He worked his way past the calves, and up to the thighs. Her thighs were so massive, nearly bigger than his torso. The muscles within rippled with the slightest of movements, and he loved how the dancing, rippling muscles felt under his hand. He could have kissed and massaged her thighs for hours on end, if his Queen so willed him to do so.
   It was then that the Queen of the Amazons took his face, in an almost loving, tender manner, into one of her hands, and helped him rise up back onto his feet.
   "Looks like you're enjoying this aren't you? Well who could blame you. After all you have lived your whole life as a lie. For you always thought that you knew what real power, and true strength looked like. But, your limbs thick with muscle as they are, are only falsehoods, counterfeit muscles. And before you, my muscles, and my Amazon's muscles, that's real power, that's real strength. Now touch my bicep and behold true power!" Hippolyta commanded.
   Hercules quickly complied, afraid to anger his Queen, and once more suffer her wraith.
   "Good, good, now kiss my biceps."  she cooed.
   He lavished kiss upon kiss upon the fleshy boulder sized mound of muscle that she held flexed for him. But, she grew tired of his kisses. And so with her same hand she was flexing with, she grabbed onto his head, and crushed him against her massive muscle.
   He should have been use to the punishment by know, but apparently some burning embers of his ego remained in him, and he struggled against the queen. It was a feeble attempt, and it only served to enrage the Queen. She brought him forth in front of her and let him know she was not pleased.
   "Looks like you still got some fight left in you, is that it?" She asked Hercules. He vehemently shook his head no, but the smile across her face only grew wider, and wider. And as her smile grew, so too did his body's quivering and trembles mount.
   She roughly forced his head down onto her bosom. What should have been pleasurable, was quickly turned to torment, as her mighty limbs pressed his face down and into her thick bosom. Soft as they were, the pectorals underneath were hard as granite. He felt as if he were in a grain mill, with his bones head being crushed between her mighty bosom, and thick muscular arms.
   Still smothering him between her breasts she lifted him up off his feet, and as he was about to black out from lack of oxygen, she deftly switched holds to that of a mighty bear hug. He had thought the guardswoman bear hug was painful, but compared to that of the Queen's, hers felt as if it had been a child lovingly hugging one of her parents. He feared his back would snap any second. The rest of his ribs, the lucky few that weren't broken, caved in and splintered under the incredible strength of the Queen of the Amazons.
   He beat his arms against the Queen feebly, but it did nothing. All he could do, was scream, and hope his powerful screams gave her a headache. But, his screams were like sweet music to her ears, and like a great musician, she knew what strings to pull, and pluck to elicit the best notes.
   Once again Hippolyta grew bored, and so set the man down. He collapsed to his knees, and Hippolyta smiled at seeing him down there.
   "I have one more game I wish to play with you o' mighty one... I wish one last challenge against you. A challenge of true strength. Where I pit my strength against your strength. If you win, you are free to go. If you lose, you shall be my slave for the rest of your days."
   Suddenly Hercules perked up. This was his chance to redeem himself. This was his chance to prove once and for all that he was superior to the women, and that women were in fact the weaker sex. All the ache's and pains, from the bruises and broken bones, he no longer felt. Once again the tide of his strength returned to him, and he felt more confident now, then he had the entire day. This was his chance and he was going to make the foolish woman pay dearly for her mistake.
   He got to his feet, looked her square in the eyes and accepted her challenge. The two locked hands, and at first he thought he would indeed wind up the victor. For her once steely grip, seemed to yield to his. And slowly, ever so slowly he was able to bring her arms down to about waist level. His arms shook from the effort, but he was moving her, making her arms move downward. Just a little further and he would have her.
   It was then that he knew it was all over. For in an instant her iron grasp returned, and he cried out in pain, as she crushed his hands in hers. No longer could his arms even budge her great limbs in the slightest. She smiled at him ever so wickedly, as his arms trembled from the effort of just holding her powerful arms at bay.
   She was toying with him, and had played possum all along. Then fast as lighting she drove him down to his knees, and held him there, helpless for several seconds.
   "That was so much fun, but now, I have a new idea... Let's say double or nothing. If you can stand up and get back to your feet, while I hold you down with just one arm, I'll say that you won. Does that sound fair to you."
   Hercules could only grunt in reply, and Hippolyta took that to mean yes. And so she shifted her position, and offered her hand out to Hercules. Hercules took the hand into both of his, and summoned every thew in his body, but try as he did, he could not budge the Queen's massively muscled arm.
   She was just to powerful, but he did not give up so easy. He raged, and raged. Never in his whole life had he struggled so hard. He had diverted whole rivers with just his strength, and yet he could not even force the Amazon Queen's arm to so much as quiver under the force that he marshaled. After several minutes, he fell to the ground exhausted.
   The Queen grabbed him by the hair, and raised him back up to his knees. The whole throng of Amazons in the throne room erupted into a chorus of shouts and cheers for their Queen's victory.
   "Looks like another conquest for the Amazons. I shall enjoy adding you to my stable of slaves. But, know this foolish man, it was your own arrogance that brought this fate upon you."
   With that said, Hippolyta released him, and let him fell back down to the floor. As she walked back to sit upon her throne she ordered the guards to take him away and have him cleaned up. She watched with delight as the two Amazon Guardswomen, took Hercules from the room. She knew she had not yet fully broken his spirits, that would take many years indeed. However, that was always the most fun, and she knew Hercules would offer her years and years of enjoyment.
   Hercules was stripped of all his garments and given new slave clothes to wear. Dirty, filthy rags that did not befit a warrior of his stature. And about his neck a collar with a chain was attached. He was paraded around not just as a slave, but worse as the Queen's favorite pet. He found he was helpless, and every time he stepped out of line, there was a muscle bound Amazon who was only too eager to set him straight. For he had found out the hard way, that in the kingdom of the Amazons, the worlds strongest man, can be weaker, than every single Amazon.
   

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