Hero's Tale (or, A Heroic Homeric)

the side she heard a groan escape the bound old man.

VII

These forced admissions gratified, but also served
pretender's aims. Once more he played the ringmaster:
"My people, now you see what foul degenerates
have, for too long, held sway over our land! When first
I learned of it, I vowed to set things right. That's why
sly pervert Pethus tried to shunt me to the side.
And why this faithless spawn of his poured calumnies
on me—for which, I now demand small recompense."

With gesture he signed henchmen to close up maid's legs
and plop her to the ground. Meanwhile he smooth undid
his belt and dropped his robe. Long hence accustomed—as
patrician male—to the gymnasium and track
(where all did practice nude), he had no modest pang.
His muscled, oiled physique would Hero's fancy sure
have touched, in altered circumstances—mis-set feet
the only flaw to mar his bronzed, near-perfect whole.

Though politics was in his thoughts, more urgent still
was firm resolve to savor moments next to come.
He had this princess at his call, to use as he
desired. And if that served to sate his appetites
and to repay her ridicule? 'Twould doubly salve
past pains…. Such thoughts so fired his loins, that when he bared
his groin, his meaty penis sprung forth hard, erect,
bright red—as if it sought the satyrs to outdo.

Exposed and isolated, Hero blanched to see
the heft of fleshy spear. He grinned. "Remind me, cunt,
what idle filth you spewed, when father did so rude
abuse me?" //
                   // Wide eyed: "m-majesty… I-I merely japed…
I know not what I said… mere prattling…" //
                                                             // "Bah, do
not lie—'twill buy you not a jot of mercy from
me." //
       // Hero slumped, forlorn. "… I-I said… gave hint… that my
respected lord was, in his privates… flaccid-prone…"

He waxed magnanimous. "But now, you vow all that
was tasteless rot—crude witticism which you deep
regret?" She gave a hopeless nod. "In that case, you
will be delighted to atone for it; to 'eat
your words,' as one might say?" //
                                     // She leaped at chance to earn
a quick redemption. "Oh yes, yes, my king! I stand
rebuked by dazzling phallus thine! For length,
girth, and solidity—'twould make Apollo weep!"

He voiced a mirthless chuckle. "Well, I thank you for
your praise… but need it not. I hope you do not think
mere words could balance smears against my honor. Much
more apt if mouth which spilled such lies should witness bear
to their untruth. Kneel, so, and open wide—let's see
you try to slander once my manhood plumbs your throat. //
    // She balked. "But, sure decorum urges, sire, to hold
such rites in private chamber or symposium?"

His patience spent, he leaned in close, for Hero's ears
alone. "Have you forgot your place, bitch? I'll endure
not one more slight. Grant me your all, full willing; else
dear daddy's balls I swear I'll string around your neck." //
    // She froze, all choked. Slight tremble played around her eyes,
betraying warring impulses of reticence
and fear. Then, reddening, sang out: "…Yet, lord. my tongue
so longs to wet your penis—please don't make me wait!"

She knelt, as if to make obeisances at high
Athena's altar (though, in this case, naked). Full
in face, inches away, loomed Aechus' crimson, knob-
veined snake; its one eye leering, hungry, back at her.
She flinched, closed lids, and formed plump lips to waiting 'O.'
"At last," called rogue, "the proper attitude of meek
submissiveness! Now watch how those who dare speak ill
of me soon find my wrath does in their gullets stick!"

He wove his fingers into Hero's honey mane,
and slow impaled her head upon his stony shaft.
She gagged, her eyes flew wide, but still she did her best
to acquiesce. He plunged in deeper—savoring
the feel as glans slid over back of tongue, and rubbed
her tonsils, and explored her throat. Her eyes bugged out,
froth flecked her ruddy lips, her neck bulged visibly
with every probe of Aechus' unrelenting cock.

Deliberately, with royal grace, he fucked her face
for all to see. His lance reached deep into her gorge.
Despite herself, she raised her palms, to try to push
away. He gave curt nod, and henchmen pinned her arms,
while he constrained her head to meet his stabbing prick.
Thus, thrust by thrust, he stripped away her princess pride,
reducing her to groveling tool—alive to naught,
save need to service his lascivious demands.

Her head stuffed full and jaw stretched wide, she wheezed through nose
as chance allowed. Her swimming eyeballs dripped salt streams
down cheeks and chin. And on he fucked her, seeming to
grow larger, harder with every triumphant surge.
She had no choice—yet still, she felt a kind of base
fulfillment in her raw capacity to gag
down, open-throated, such a massive lump of flesh.
Exultant, Aechus ground her face into his groin.

Crowd gasped at how she writhed and wriggled 'gainst cruel grasp
of callous hands. Then, just when she could take no more,
brute let her go—withdrew his dripping spear. She slumped
and panted, breasts a-heave to suck life-giving air.
Poor Pethus ached to see prized daughter brought so low:
she knelt full nude, tits dangling—hard, cherry-red
their nipples. Maiden's eyes were vacant; and from nose
and swollen lips, thick ropes of drool poured out and pooled.

VIII

Usurper smugly took her in. "Your tongue is forked;
but see, good still can come from that licentious mouth
of yours. Now tell us, cunt, firsthand: is my prick stiff
enough to meet its obligations?" //
                                                       // Blinking through
fatigue and resignation, she coughed, then rasped out:
"Yes, lord—'twas like to steely javelin, which struck
me to my core…. Oh, th-thank you, sire for letting me
to cradle your Olympian organ in my throat."

He beamed at her docility. "As Greeks we know
'tis woman's place to be the penetrated sex—
to lie there, weak and passive, while the man does thrust
his way inside her temple, there to plant his seed.
My heart is warmed to see once-haughty bitch has learned
how she may serve her king: by opening herself
to his hard-probing member. And, whore, rest assured:
I've not made done with sticking prick into you yet."

He eyed her hard, while import of his words sunk in.
She shuddered, screwed her lids, then parted trembling lips
once more. He barked an evil laugh: "See how she thirsts
for it?! No, cunt, I have no further use for mouth
of yours. I'll please myself between your legs." She blanched
at this new offense (though dared not protest). Oh Gods!
To have the whole town watch, while Aechus' penis pierced
her virgin passage, and then pumped her full of sperm…

He towered over downcast maid; impatient frown
at play upon his face. Through haze of fear, dismay,
confusion—she knew: he expected her to act.
She jerked alert, brief paused, then shifted frame to sit
upon the stage. Next, leaning back, and lying flat,
she parted naked thighs to proffer up bare snatch.
Made Aechus smirk: "Oh pet, did'st think I'd take you like
a woman? When you're less to me than farmyard sow?"

He toed her pussy with disdain. "Not thus! You must
present yourself: like bitch in heat, for me to mount
as I may wish. No doubt you've seen your ilk, tame cows—
who patient wait in pen for bull to empty balls
in them, and so in bellies conjure next year's herd?
Those cows are you, and I your rutting stud.
On hands and knees! Be quick! And face our good townsfolk,
so father dear can peer straight down your fertile cunt."

Trussed Pethus could not will himself to look away,
as Hero awkward tried to meet the fiend's demands.
She'd seen the bovines bred on king's estates—so sought
to act as heifers there, and thus appease her cruel
tormenter. Father watched, transfixed, while maiden set
herself down on all fours, and lowered head in pose
of animal indifference. Through hot tears, his view
was filled by creamy arc of daughter's comely ass.

'Present yourself!' had been command, and so she aimed
to do. Sad pater's gorge arose to see her flex
her legs, arch back, tilt pelvis—so to split her ass-
cheeks wide, and offer up for easy access her
soft, ruddy, broad-gaped pussy; entrance gate to chaste
vagina; dimpled asshole…. How could father stand
to watch her cede her ripe, defenseless body for
such desecration, just to save his sorry hide?

"Behold how eager," Aechus chortled, "Hero does
parade her slutty jewels. I thank you, dotard, for
the gift of such a fleshy sheath in which to case
my manly sword." With muted roar of impotence,
old Pethus tried once more to free himself from chains
that bound. His persecutor laughed: "This lech does fear
to be left out of daughter's violation! Fool,
fret not—I will ensure you have a proper view."

At gesture, soldiers rough manhandled Pethus, 'til
he lay on back, with head shoved under abdomen
of Hero's stock-still form. To one side, pendulous
and feminine, swayed maiden's tits—their puffy, pale
pink areolas brushing light against his face.
To other side, inches away, her pussy—thatch
spread wide to flaunt broad, supple labia, and coy
outthrust clitoral nub. He could not close his eyes.

"What say, good folk," oppressor gloated, "should you like
to see me breed her up? Although dumb beast, she's young
and seems fecund enough." Some in the crowd were hushed—
dismayed, perhaps, at impropriety of his
behavior; or else mindful of a future ruled
by man of such vindictive cast. Yet, many in
the throng (the crude and vulgar) gave a lusty shout.
'Twould make amusing treat, to see the princess porked.

Pathetic Pethus, wedged below his daughter's groin,
looked anxiously between her naked thighs to see
new king draw near. Above, his enemy was screened
by female's body; but below he had clear view
of Aechus' meaty lance. With foreskin back, stone-hard,
rod-straight… a-throb with passion to humiliate,
debase, and fertilize his Hero…—felt almost
like ugly, bright-red shaft was coming to fuck him.

Then Aechus crouched to cover docile maid—his hard,
free swinging penis pointed straight up female's moist
and undefended canal. Though it glistened with
saliva wrung from Hero's mouth, he spit to add
his own slick juice to hers. She could not see, but tensed
to feel him centering the head of his stiff pole
against her sensitive vaginal rim. She braced…
but he took moment's pause, poised there upon her hole.

IX

He smiled to the people (prompting a new round
of cheers). Then leaned, and spoke in leering voice, pitched low
for Hero's ear: "Just think, if casement you'd unbarred
to me, how different might our intercourse have been?"
And last, he relished one more glance at spot where cock-
head nestled midst her juicy folds…. But now the time
had come: he set himself, firm grasped her hips, and plunged
straight into her—until he'd spiked her to the hilt.

Forsaken Hero gasped to feel his rod shoved up
her virgin channel—senses overloaded with
perplexing mix of shame, dull ache, and animal
arousal. Maiden's heart had sunk at Aechus' words:
to think, another path might have averted such
disgrace! Yet, though a woman's lot is often hard
to bear in our cruel world—what Delphic seer could
have guessed this tapestry that Fates had weaved for her?

Spectators, too, had sucked in air when Aechus made
decisive thrust. Why, even whores, or concubines—
made widow and enslaved in ruthless wars of blood
and conquest—even they were given more respect:
their bodies forfeit, true; yet stroked as women ought
to be, and took in private chamber. Hero, though:
just yesterday a princess; now cunt-bared and cock-
impaled in public forum, like domestic beast!

For long moments, did Aechus just luxuriate
in filling the wet warmth of her private recess.
Though no neophyte, villain thought he'd never felt
his dick to be so deep fulfilled as buried in
her crotch. From his first plunge, girl's taut canal and slight
resistance told that, as he'd hoped, he'd taken her
pure maidenhead. He pressed his groin up tight against
her ass… and savored prize none other ever would.

Beneath her, Pethus felt as one possessed: his lids
unblinking, eyes transfixed by sights he wished he could
un-see. He stared at spot where Aechus' pole cleaved deep
within his daughter's body. Saw displacement from
that hefty shaft make tender inner labia
bulge up and out (Gods! How they soft caressed the base
of scoundrel's prick…). Saw massive ball-sac bumping up
against her clit (Gods! How nub twitched to meet him…).

Then, in spellbound revulsion, watched as swollen, beet-
red shaft began to slowly reemerge from in-
between his daughter's pussy-lips. Her folds clung tight,
stretched, tried restrain it; but with a slow-sucking tug
rogue pulled his dick near free. When only glans remained
in cunt, he braced and slammed back in. Beleaguered girl
was shaken by the blow. Her pussy took a slap
from swinging balls; plump tits were set a-wobbling.

Despoiled woman's sweet vagina was unused
to treatment of this sort. Deliciously it gripped
onto intruder's penis—like as if to chide
him for such rude abuse. But now the inside of
her cunt had been slight loosened, and sensation had
produced instinctive flood of fluid. Thus, when thrice
he set and pounded home, cad found resistance joined
by receptivity, in perfect combination.

What glorious emotions coursed through Aechus' veins!
Oh joy, to gaze upon her porcelain ass-cheeks,
flexed wide to show her helpless ruddy gash. To see
each penetration make her dainty anus twitch
and pucker. And to feel his penis pistoning,
against the friction of virginity. She'd let
him reach so deep inside—defiling her repute,
her dignity, her body, and her purity.

All muddled, Hero glanced up, dazed-eyed, through cascade
of tousled locks. She found it hard to think midst this
bewildering barrage of emotion: defeat,
profound humiliation, anguished sense of loss
for chastity she never could redeem… yet, too,
raw, visceral sensations stirred within her loins,
that said (beyond all logic) that a part of her
would hate if pounding pressure 'twixt her legs did cease.

Mere feet away, the jeering throng stared back at her
glazed orbs—as if to scry her jumbled passions, and
then feast upon them. Eagerly they watched, each time,
to see her hunch her shoulders, stiffen arms and thighs,
then shudder at the force of manly thrust. They saw
how succulent her dangling teats did knock about,
in wide, voluptuous arcs; and how deliciously
her fleshy haunches rippled at each fresh assault.

Her genitals were puffed up now, and had begun
to lightly drip (spray-spattering weak father's cheek
with daughter's sex). Each time that Aechus skewered her cunt,
it gave a juicy squelch, that carried through the din
made by the rapt onlookers. Hero's narrow jaw
had dropped half open, as her gasping pants grew more
insistent. Now his blows forced out, between her teeth,
a grunting moan—that mixed arousal with despair.

And harder, faster, Aechus fucked. Excitement caused
his member to inflate to truly daunting size. Inflamed
with stimulation, woman's ripe and willing bloom
did open up still more—gaped wide in natural
response to probe of his erection, mindlessly
in thrall to reproductive urges it had spawned.
Each penetration reached deeper inside; 'til, with
enticing throb, her cervix twinged at touch of glans.

X

He grasped her tresses, so to better plant himself
firm in her slippery cunt. At deepest plunge he ground
his groin against her skin—to chafe those lacy pleats,
that usually were hid between her pussy lips,
but now stretched out, exposed. For a time, Aechus pulled
her hair, to drag her torso back—so people could
enjoy the sight of breasts a-flop, and penis jabbed
up in-between her silky thighs and hairy gash.

Then dropped her down, and boosted the staccato pace
at which he hammered her. He felt the semen rise
within his testicles, and longed to consummate
his violation—but, he vowed that first, he'd hear
the woman ask for it. His breath came hard, and voice
metallic: "I can see from how her pussy slops,
this creature's rare debauched. But tell me, cow: how will
it be when I inseminate your fertile womb?"

Response, of course, was foreordained: her rational-self
saw clearly how this rut must end. Yet, truth be told,
she did not want this. Hero was no prig (in fact,
a girl of lusty nature). Still, imbued with Greek
morality, she knew the only purpose of
a freeborn maid: to wed a landed nobleman
and propagate his lineage. 'Til then, she had
no higher duty than to ward off pregnancy.

Yet, here she was, rammed up the cunt. She'd made the choice
to sell her honor to save father from grim death
or grievous harm—was far too late to quibble. And
moreover… she could not deny (if honest with
herself) that part of her did hope he'd breed her. Though
her mind saw plain that Aechus was an evil man,
her body whispered that he was well-formed, shrewd, strong,
and ruthless—and it craved to dabble in his sperm.

Regardless, Hero knew what she must say. (Though—it
was hard to get it spoke, what with the heaving of
her chest, and the incessant drumbeat of his cock
in her vagina.) "Please, my king, ejaculate
your essence into this low vessel. What pure joy,
to feel your fluids in my sanctum, flowing free
to work their will! Oh worldly Zeus—may Gods deign that
your potent seed implant a child 'tween my loins!"

Crowd gawked to hear this lovely ersatz princess beg
to have her temple desecrated—stigmatized
forever by the mark of rapist's semen, and
impregnated to carry villain's bastard spawn!
Made Aechus' cock perk, too, to hear her grovel, hear
her plead that he should have his way with her. (Though made
him wonder: did she reason, coldly, that if she
bore him an heir, perhaps she still could sit as queen…?)

At any rate, her flattery (however false)
propelled the man past point of no return…. Beneath
the stoic female's quivering frame, weak Pethus sensed
a change in how the violator mounted his
degraded daughter. Pounding hard continued—but
with less of felon's cruel precision, more of free-
range stallion's recklessness…. And each unbridled lunge
caused more of Hero's wet to splatter pater's face.

At last, aghast, the old fool (still unable to
close up his lids and hide from the unwelcome sight)
saw tensing in rogue's groin and balls. Each time man's cock
rammed home, its crimson shaft began to pulsate with
the rhythmic pressure of male fluid welling out….
Up top, transgressor gave an incoherent roar
of triumph; as the atavistic fire that burned