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The Labors of Heraclea: Prologue

Written by drmuttoncops2 :: [Sunday, 20 July 2014 13:13] Last updated by :: [Wednesday, 17 June 2015 15:19]

“A Strong Woman is a Woman Determined to do Something Others are Determined Not be Done.”

-Marge Piercy

PROLOGUE:

A DEMIGODDESS RISES

 

In the crisp, early days, when the air was fresher, the oceans clearer, and the gods came and went as they pleased, Hera, Chief goddess looked down at the world below her palatial Parthenon. Her crystal blue eyes taking in the kaleidoscope of life teeming beneath the thick, custard-like clouds surrounding Mount Olympus. Any mortal, be they man or woman would have slain an entire army to attain her position, constantly pampered and attended to by the lesser deities, only subjugated to her vicious authoritarian brute of a husband. However, all this millennia later, she found her eternity of complacency so to the point of tedium that she wished to simply dissolve into the cool morning breeze. She had not been allowed to participate in any form of battle, or any matter of anything that might even resemble excitement. No, ‘twas her place to simply abide by the divine court, keep things up to snuff and the like while he went off and had affairs. She couldn’t take it any longer. She wanted to wound him in the most painful way possible. And what better way to harm the Chief god by hurting his pride?

With a deliberately audible yawn, the bronze skinned picture of beauty perfected, raised her radiant hand, adorned with the finest gold and jewelry and, snapped her fingers with the echo of a very loud, resounding gong.

Within a millisecond, Hermes, dressed in a tight fitting tunic and his tin plate hat, was at her side, a gust of wind from his travel followed. “You called, your Majesty?” He asked with the rapid pace of a used chariot saleseman.

“Yes, Hermes.” Hera affirmed, her voice as silky and smooth as the freshest cream. “I’d like for you to send an invitation to Aphrodite to visit where we could hold a conversation on what I should do to make my husband as jealous as possible …” She instructed, lingering on the last few sentences very intently to make herself understood.

At once, Hermes was aghast, sweat poured from his brow. “W..With all respect due, your Majesty, I … I don’t think that making … uh … him mad is the best of ideas …” he advised, his tone now slow and delicate, not even referring to Zeus by name, out of fear he might be listening.

Hera merely smiled so disarmingly and seductively that the messenger might have thought that she was about to seduce him. She leaned forward, bearing her massive cleavage and said in a very graceful tone of voice “Very well, Hermes, I understand. You must be loyal to he who is in charge … And of course I don’t think someone as young and vibrant as you would mind a few thousand years being tortured in Hades’ dungeon …” She concluded with a very malevolent stare.

“I … I shall go to her at once, your Majesty …” Hermes answered with a gulp.

 

The goddess of love and desire’s sexual aura arrived about 30 seconds before she herself did. She sashayed in, her long-legged, golden brown, buxom body just barely concealed by her silky, pure white, diaphanous gown. Her long, flaxen hair in a rope like braid reaching all the way to her buttocks swung back and forth like a pendulum. Her large, generous bosoms straining to be free under the material she wore. “Good day to you, goddess …” She said in a deep, sultry voice, raising her palm in a salute.

“The same, fellow goddess.” Hera replied, returning the gesture, before getting straight to business. “So, have you yet any scenarios on how I might achieve my goal of spiting that beast I have to call my spouse?”

Aphrodite smiled a bit nervously as she warned good naturedly “Now, your Grace, you know that I am subject to Zeus’ iron fist as well …” Before continuing under her breath “..All the more reason I desire to assist you …”

Hera smirked with glee as she invited “I’m listening.”

Aphrodite explained, seductively tracing her finger along her braid “You see, your Majesty, Your husband is a man of great pride, his mighty lightning bolts able to change the course of history by eradicating any army or monarchy that he sees fit to do so in that moment. However, his pride is also his greatest weakness. His pride is what you should aim for. Now, I am merely the goddess of Love, so my only advice in how you might accomplish this, is to find another suitor … A mortal one!”

“Hmm … Intriguing …” Hera said with a curious squint. “What sort of mortal would you recommend I … receive pleasure from?” She asked.

“As I see things, your best chance would be with someone in a state of poverty … say a farmer or some such. This would rile Zeus’ temperament to the hilt that you would sink so low …” Aphrodite replied.

Hera had an uncertain look on her face … “Well … I’d rather not lower my royal status with such a common peon, but … If it will aggravate my husband’s temperament … I would relish every moment of it!” She concluded with a malevolent smile.

 

The rain down on Earth poured down like sheets from a waterfall on the hut located on the sterile, brown farmland that surrounded it on all sides. In the blink of an eye, There stood Hera, in the disguise of a mortal, attractive peasant girl in rags. She looked over at the pathetic, stone house with its driftwood roof with a great sigh.

This was YOUR idea … The goddess moaned to herself as she prepared for the greatest acting performance of her life. She sank to her knees in the wet, disgusting mud crawling on her hands all the way to the knotty wooden door, groaning for effect. As if with her last ounce of strength, she gave the door a good, hard slap before collapsing on the cold, grimy floor.

Almost immediately, the door swung open, and a very handsome, built man in his late twenties with a well trimmed black beard looked down with a start at the prostrate woman at his doorstep!

“HEAVENS!” The man exclaimed.

With great hesitation, Hera raised her head, as if exhausted, and said in a strained voice “Please, Sir … I have lost my way while traveling to the city by foot … And I have lost all my strength … Please, allow me to warm myself for the night …”

With a wide smile, the handsome stranger said “Y … Yes … Of course you may! Let me carry you in, fair maiden!” Before taking her in his powerful arms, and carrying her inside.

Hera moaned seductively, before rubbing her cheek across his chest, thinking [He’s sooo handsome … I could get used to this!]

 

The interior of the hut, illuminated by a somewhat strong fire in the stone brick fire place on the far wall, had a sort of wet, musty smell that was more than ignorable to Hera given the musk of the man whose powerful arms she was now cradled in..

“Your clothes are dripping wet. You’d better get undressed so as not to catch cold.” The man instructed.

[Got him!] Hera thought with a smile, before moaning in a feigned embarrassed voice “Oh, but sir … I’m wearing nothing under these clothes!”

“That’s alright, you may wear my shirt.” The man said kindly, before setting Hera down on her feet in front of the fireplace, and, in an instant, pulled off his loose fitting canvas shirt, exposing his massive, muscular physique, his chest covered with fine black hair.

“Oh, my … I … Thank you …” Hera replied with a blush, taking the shirt in her hands, before her face registered a sense of shame. “Um … Could you possibly turn around whilst I change?” She asked sheepishly.

“Oh … Uh … Certainly …” The man replied with a blush of his own before swiftly turning on his heel.

Hera then made a quick change of attire, dropping her soaking wet rags, and donning the man’s shirt over her lush, desirable frame.

“Is it alright for me to turn around?” The man asked somewhat cautiously.

“Yes … Quite so …” Hera replied flirtatiously.

The man did so, his countenance light and smiling. “Come, we should sit by the fire together …” He said in a smooth, comfortable tone.

“Uh … Yes …” Hera said with a broad, nervous grin.

The two then sat before the glowing, crackling flame, allowing it to warm their bodies.

Within several moments, Hera turned to the handsome man and asked in a quiet, shy voice “What is your name?”

“G … Galadeus …” The man stammered just as nervously, before asking “What is yours?”

Hera looked away timidly, before whispering softly “It isn’t important.”

“But it IS. You’re … You’re so beautiful …” Galadeus said, as if in awe.

Hera smiled triumphantly to herself, thinking [He’s mine!] Then, with a jolt, swung over to the handsome farmer and passionately embraced him, practically swallowing his lips with ardent kisses.

As the two sank to the floor in front of the golden blaze, its light seemed to shine far brighter than before under the influence of the goddess’ intense lustful activity.

 

After the amorous activity had reached its explosive climax Hera lay beside her newfound lover with a mischievous grin on her face, her eyes closed as if still in orgasm. Due to her heightened body composition, she was not out of breath or fatigued in the least. She simply savored the pleasure she had received from this handsome Roman immigrant and the naughty joy it brought her to know that it would raise her husband’s ire. Reluctantly rising nude from her partner’s side, Hera then disappeared in an instant flash of light. The sleeping Galadeus woke with a start, looking around confused as to the mysterious woman’s whereabouts.

 

Instantaneously, Hera was back on Mount Olympus in her majestic Parthenon. She walked through the gilded main chambers still naked, hesitating to clothe herself, her bare and ample breasts and buttocks jiggling with every step.

She entered her husband’s massive throne room, outfitted with every type of decorum known and unknown to mortal man. A massive river complete with its own rockface and roaring waterfall stood off to the side. Zeus, the Chief god’s enormous muscular form reclined on a massive bed of the finest silk and satin, its lush violet curtains swaying in a steady breeze. Hera stood before him in the doorway, striking a seductive pose.

“Hail to thee, husband. Let me lie beside you, as the burning coals of my loins ache to quench by your hand …” Hera said in a deep, husky tone.

“ANOTHER TIME!” Zeus roared with a peal of thunder. “I NEED MY REST, AND YOU TIRE ME!”

[I knew it … He cares not for me any longer..] Hera thought with the deepest of bitterness as she trudged angrily towards the river and dove in. As she swam to relieve her tension, she was unaware that her lovemaking with Galadeus had affected her more than she believed. For unbeknownst to her, the intercourse had borne fruit. She had conceived.

 

Now, a goddess’ maternity cycle, like all other things about her, is far more advanced than a normal woman’s. A child from one is delivered in a mere five months! When Hera realized she had been showing the usual signs, she once again consulted her friend, Aphrodite.

“What shall I do? I had intended to make my husband jealous, but now that I have conceived with a mortal, he shall surely be enraged to the point of eternally imprisoning me!” Hera said in desperation.

“As much as it pains me … The only sensible solution would be to … Eliminate the child …” Aphrodite said in a somber, quiet voice.

“NEVER!!” Hera suddenly shrieked with indignation. Then, after a great pause, she heaved a mighty sigh and uttered “I … I shall give birth to it … And then, perhaps … I shall have it sent to Earth …”

 

The months seemed to drag on like centuries as Hera tried every way to explain or disguise her changed appearance to her intimidating husband. Each time, he would simply give her a suspicious look that ended the conversation outright.

[He knows..] Hera would think in a bout of fear. [I must be just as discreet as the child is born..]

 

Then … On the fifth month. The day Hera had anticipated came about. In the middle of nightfall, as she reclined in bed she felt the unmistakable pains of childbirth hit! [Oh! It’s time! I must make haste!] She thought with a start as she slinked out of bed, careful not to wake her husband, and ignoring the grating kicks of the baby against her abdominal wall, she discreetly snuck from outside her palatial Parthenon, and into the majestic woodland area surrounding it. With much anticipation, upon finding a reasonably private and secluded place, she squatted in a sitting position, placing her hands beneath her to catch the child, and with nary a push from her nether muscles, the baby slid out from her uterus into her waiting hands!

Hera’s heart leapt with joy as she hugged her wailing newborn close to her face, tears streaming from her eyes. However, upon getting a closer look at her new child, she was both astonished and horrified! The child was a girl, but was one of the sickliest looking children she had ever seen! Her body fat was nearly non-existent, and had a very skeletal appearance!

Hera’s spirit sank at the sight! “Oh, My womb has been cursed for this adulterous act!! My husband has enacted his revenge! My poor daughter!” She moaned with great emotion. However, upon a second look at the malformed child, the loving emotions of a Mother took the place of her sorrow, and she smiled with affection. “My child, your name shall be Heraclea, as you will restore my glory to this mountain!” She said, pride swelling in her voice.

She gently washed her child off in a nearby stream and dried her with the hem of her robe. “Now, my dear, we must send you somewhere safe, as my husband must not know of your existence …” She whispered softly and hesitantly. And, carrying the frail child in her arms, she began her trek to the residence of Aphrodite.

 

“My goodness! You have given birth!” Aphrodite said aloud upon seeing the cradled child in Hera’s arms.

“Yes … Unfortunately, there seems to have been some complications …” Hera replied, allowing the love goddess to take a closer look.

“Oh … The poor thing …” Aphrodite said sorrowfully, tears welling in her eyes.

Hera then exposed her bare breasts, and allowed the her waifish daughter to suckle. “My dear friend, I need to ask a favor of you. An errand.” She said, with a sense of urgency.

“Anything, fellow goddess …” Aphrodite answered.

“Aphrodite, I fear for this child’s life. Since she is half mortal and weak, my husband shall surely attempt to do away with her … So I would like you to take her back to Earth, back to the home of Galadeus the farmer, and ask him to care for her …” Hera explained.

“But, Hera … Are you certain that the man you slept with would want anything to do with this child?” Aphrodite asked in a concerned fashion.

“We must try, Aphrodite … We must try …” Hera replied. She then plucked the child from her breast, looked her deep in the eyes and said emotionally “Goodbye, my child … For this may be the last we see of each other … May my strength be upon you …” Then, placing a long, loving kiss on her daughter’s forehead, she handed her off to Aphrodite.

Taking the child, Aphrodite took a last look at her friend, before vanishing. Hera then bowed her head deeply, and began to sob.

 

Aphrodite, now dressed in a hooded cloak, appeared right in the middle of Galadeus’ room as he slept in bed. With a loud, authoritative voice, she announced “GALADEUS, ARISE!”

“What?!” The young man jolted awake, before looking upon the mysterious woman with fright. “W..Who are you?!” he asked.

“FEAR NOT, GALADEUS, YOU HAVE FOUND FAVOR WITH THE GODDESS HERA, FOR IT IS SHE YOU MADE LOVE TO THOSE FIVE MONTHS AGO.” Aphrodite explained.

“What did you say?!” Galadeus said in disbelief.

“YOU HEARD ME!” Aphrodite shouted, before continuing. “I AM APHRODITE, THE GODDESS OF LOVE, AND I PRESENT YOU WITH THE RESULT OF YOUR LOVE WITH HERA, HER DAUGHTER!” She then handed the child over to him. “TAKE GREAT CARE OF THIS CHILD AND RAISE HER TO BE STRONG. I BID YOU FAREWELL!” She then disappeared in a flash of light.

Galadeus sat frozen and wide-eyed at what he had witnessed for several minutes, before looking down at the squirming, cooing child in his arms. He was disgusted with its wasted away appearence, but then heaved a great sigh of resignation. “I can’t believe what I have just seen … But I shall do this for Hera …” He said to himself, before laying the child softly on his bed.

 

Hera walked through the entrance of her parthenon, her mind sad and jumbled, unsure of what to do next, when she looked up to see Zeus, very much awake, his eyes burning hatefully, Hermes standing next to him.

“AH! DARLING!” Hera exclaimed in surprise.

“Oh, so it’s darling, now, IS IT?!!” Zeus growled. “Is that what you also called your lover of the moment?!”

“What are you talking about?!” Hera asked.

“Don’t feign ignorance, Your Majesty, I told him everything!” Hermes said angrily.

“HERMES, YOU TRAITOR!” Hera screeched, racing towards Hermes, claws out. Only for Zeus to grab her by the shoulders.

“Ha! YOU speak of BETRAYAL!” Zeus mocked.

“I was only repaying what you have done against me A THOUSAND FOLD!” Hera snapped.

“ENOUGH!” Zeus roared. “Where is the child you have birthed?!”

Hera remained silent.

“VERY WELL! You shall be locked in the dungeon indefinitely, where you shall never be unfaithful AGAIN!” Zeus growled with great prejudice, before turning to Hermes and ordering “You are to tell Aphrodite that for her role in the betrayal, she shall NEVER be allowed in my Parthenon AGAIN!” Before throwing Hera over his shoulder like a sack of wheat, and marching off.

“It shall be done, Your Majesty!” Hermes dutifully called.

 

Little Heraclea, now sleeping on a small, soft sack of wool next to her father, stirred about in a pleasant dream. Unbeknownst to the both of them, a long and dangerous cobra slinked quietly, slithering right over to the slumbering babe! In a manner of seconds, it coiled around her, waking her. However, instead of sinking its teeth into her, the cold blooded creature bent its neck down and gently licked the child’s ear with a tickling sensation. The infant giggled in response. Then, with the sultry voice of a woman, the snake whispered into the girl’s ear. “Can you hear me, daughter of Hera? I have the power to fill you with the deadliest poison, but I have sensed the amazing power within you, and I have given you the power to communicate with all the animals of the earth! Use it wisely, dear child!” And with that, the snake slinked away..

 

The years passed. Galadeus renamed the child Palaemona, and from the time she was able to walk, he was immensely cruel to her, using her as a slave, fetching milk from the cattle’s barn, collecting eggs from the henhouse, and the like. All the time using the gift of animal communication to make her job easier. Palaemona soon grew a beautiful head of long black hair, which went uncared for and uncombed by her abusive father. In her childhood, she was worked even harder, although her young frame remained frail and sickly, Galadeus would tie her to a yoke next to one of his oxen and they would till the fields together.

“Why does the master treat you this way, child?” The Ox asked in a withered voice

“I don’t know … I love my father … He must know what’s best …” The young girl responded in a scratchy, sniffling tone.

At dinnertime, Palaemona wasn’t even rewarded for her blood, sweat and tears. While her father would feast on the finest meats and vegetables from his farm, he would only throw the girl scraps from his table. At night, as they slept, he would chain the girl to his ankle to make sure she wouldn’t run away. It was a normal occurrence for the child to cry herself to sleep..

 

As the child grew into her teenage years, just as malnourished as before, her sense of longing for freedom increased. Her father would not make new clothing for her. Instead, he would only repurpose her filthy old rags. When she would hear of the wonderful festivals occurring in nearby cities, she would beg her father “Oh, father, may I please just this once attend the festival?”

“Of course not!” The older, grumpier Galadeus refused. “There’s work to be done!”

“But Daddy, ALL I DO IS WORK!” Palaemona protested angrily.

With that, the farmer leapt to his feet and slapped the girl clear across her face. “Don’t talk back to me, young lady! Remember yourself!” He ordered.

“Yes, father …” The young lady began to sob..

 

Meanwhile, back up on Mount Olympus, Aphrodite, living in exile from Zeus palace, had witnessed these events over the years. Wanting to interfere each time more than the last, but that slap was the straw that broke the camel’s back! “Now is the time … The power in that child must emerge!” She said resolutely.

 

Later that day, the sorrowful girl went about her typical day of tilling the ground, when suddenly, in a bright flash. The beautiful image of Aphrodite appeared in front of her!

“OH MY!” The girl shrieked in fear.

Aphrodite only smiled warmly in response. “Fear not, child. I have come to deliver you from this terrible fate!” She said cheerfully.

“Who … Who are you?!” Palaemona asked in awe.

“I am Aphrodite, goddess of love and desire.” She said to the shocked young lady. “But who you truly are may be even bigger of a surprise …”

“Who … I truly am?” Palaemona asked in a confused voice.

“Yes, child. But first, let me relieve you of this burdenous yoke.” Aphrodite said, and with a wave of her hand, the yoke fell from her and the ox’s shoulders!

“Ah, thank you!” Palaemona said gratefully, rubbing her sore arms and shoulders.

“Now, as I was saying … You, child, are no ordinary woman … You are a Demigoddess! The daughter of Chief goddess Hera herself!” Aphrodite explained.

“Wha … What? I’m … I’m Hera’s daughter? How is this so?” Palaemona asked in shock.

“Simple. Your mother had an affair with that awful man you call your father, and you were conceived. I thought he could be trusted, but I was wrong …” Aphrodite explained. “Your true name is Heraclea, which means “Glory of Hera”.

“But … But if I am half a goddess, why am I so weak?” Palaemona asked in a confused voice.

“My child, your powers were simply laying dormant within you. I shall allow for them to emerge … Now!” Aphrodite elucidated, before placing her hand upon Palaemona’s head.

Almost immediately, the frail teenager felt what amounted to an electric shock surge throughout her entire body in an instant! “What … What is happening … To … To me?!” The girl asked with a trembling voice as her body began to shake and tremble violently! Almost immediately, the muscles in her body began to stretch and expand, all the ways from her shoulders to her calves! Then, one after one, massive biceps the size of lettuce heads suddenly popped up! Her shoulders broadened and widened! Her ribcage showing along her scrawny abdomen disappeared among a mighty looking washboard stomach, her flat chest suddenly grew two enormous breasts the sizes of watermelons, her pencil thin thighs now as thick and powerful as a full grown bulls! Her whithered, rag garments, unable to take the strain, ripped and shredded against the transformation! “Ohhhhhhhh! OHHHHHHHHH!” Palaemona gave two massive orgasmic moans, her weak, tiny voice deepening and strengthening.

It was over now … The skeletal, weak servant girl was no more … In her place stood a muscular, 9 foot tall Demigoddess! Palaemona looked at her newly transformed body with squeals of joy in her voice. “I … I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT HOW LARGE I AM! HOW POWERFUL!!” She shouted at the top of her lungs.

“Yes … Dear child … I am proud of you!” Aphrodite said joyfully.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, Aphrodite, I need to have a word with my father!” Palaemona said in a sinister fashion, rubbing her hands together.

Galadeus sat eating one of his sizable meals, when all of a sudden. His front door exploded into splinters and the nearly nude Palaemona stood breathing heavily with a furious expression.

“Wha … What in the …?!” The chubby, middle aged man exclaimed in surprise.

In a flash, the monstrous woman was upon him. Grabbing him by the throat and lifting him in the air! “Father, dear … I’d like to have a word or two with you …” She said in a mock sugary sweet voice.

“P … Palaemona..?!” Galadeus asked with strangled disbelief.

“No … Not Palaemona … I am the Demigoddess, HERACLEA!!” The powerful woman shouted intimidatingly before slamming her father right through his table, smashing it to toothpicks! Food went flying in all directions!

As her father screamed and moaned in pain, Heraclea taunted “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to treat myself with what I deserve!” And with that, she took a large, plump juicy tomato that had not hit the floor and bit it straight in half, savoring the pulp she chewed in her mouth with satisfied moans. Then, taking her father’s hair in her free hand, she dragged him outside, as he screamed in agony.

Once outside, Heraclea dragged her father to the heavy yoke apparatus, forced him down on all fours and strapped him into it! “Now, Father … It is YOU who shall till your own damnable land!!” She snarled. “Now, just to add insult to injury …”

Her beaten and bleeding father looked on as Heraclea called out for attention. At her command, all of the animals of the farm that she had come to know and befriend, made their way over and stood in a straight line in front of her. As she finished her tomato, she declared in a loud, powerful voice “MY FRIENDS! As of this moment, you are all FREE! Travel to wherever you please!”

Then, the farm animals did just that, each wandering on their own way. Heraclea and Aphrodite went on their own path. Galadeus wanted to call out to her … But could only hang his head in shame.

 

Heraclea was quiet and introspective for a long while as she walked along with Aphrodite, before she turned and asked. “Where is my mother? May I contact her somehow?” In a quiet voice.

“I’m afraid she has been imprisoned in the dungeon of Hades for many years now after Zeus learned of her betrayal …” Aphrodite answered sadly.

Heraclea balled her hands into fists and gritted her teeth. “Is there nothing I can do to rescue her?!” She steamed.

“I’m reluctant to say so, but there are a series of tasks you could attempt to perform …” Aphrodite began to explain.

“TELL ME!” Heraclea ordered resolutely.

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