Hercules (Rated R)

✨Synopsis✨

Deep within the heart of the Ever mountain forest of Patras, Greece. Darkness completely swallows the mini city allowing the choirs of crickets to sing their blues. The wind blows smoothly cooling the town down from the blazing sun they had to endure all day, but with the sun, yet with the sun came the fun. The towns people rested in their homes from the tiring day, hectic tourists and busy streets.

All prepped and ready for bed as the

clock struck midnight, in they tuck their children, or kissing their spouse goodnight to repeat the same episode again the following day. A young little girl walks beside her mother, the moon light glow brought a soothing luminescent hue down on the rocks.

"Mommy look, the stars are touching the ground." Her voice soft and warm, but the sound was unfortunately picked up further away by the wind. "Mommy?" Her brown orbs scanned her surroundings to spot her mother chatting away with the neighbors, seeing the distance from her guardian and protector the little girls tiny legs pick up slowly to head over when she heard a faint rustle in the bushes.

Paused does she remain and Patiently she waits looking into ... what exactly? maybe it was her imagination? Seeing no more movements she continues her stride when the noise occurred again. This time she spotted the movements of the rustle with her own tiny orbs. Glancing back at her mother who seems to be chuckling away, she sneaks over to the noise.

"Hello?"

The young girl's curiosity new no bounds, for she was just a child. There she proceeded slowly towards the forbidden forest, tiny ears picking up faint whispers, they speak directly to her.

'Closer' they say over and over again, as if not one but many synchronized together. Unknowingly she follows, but her mind blank, no more does she have her common sense they have evaded her all she knew now was to follow every instruction the voice has given her, hypnotized. Cricket sounds have long faded out, any of all light has eluded leaving behind a void darkness. There she was in front of the bush, darkness except two tiny glowing lights in the middle of the forest. Something was watching her and it seems to have its eyes locked and deadpanned.

'Closer' it repeats, the voice rings in her mind, echoing over and over again, leaving the young girl with no choice. Leisurely she raises her arm toward the bushes to hop over, the instructions turned into loud commands, before she was yanked back by her mother in frantic.

"What are you doing?" The mother spews on her native tongue, the young girls mind has yet to be shaken from the hypnotic trance, there she stared at her mother, eyes void and hallow. The whispering didn't stop until s her cheeks were met with a palm. The whispering vanished, cricket's sounds filled her mind and the sensation of the sting in her cheek became very evident.

"Mommy why?" Tears brimming her eyes, she has no memory of the hypnosis. All She can feel is the sting. The bush ruffles again, in protection the mother whips her daughter back, away from the unknown mystery, unguarded and unarmed she glanced left and right but the civilians have long evaded the streets, they were alone. The Rustling quickened furiously until out jumped a tiny rabbit, with its mouth chewing on a green stem, it looked toward the mother whose shoulders had slumped down and hopped away.

With a sigh the mother didn't waste a second before grabbing her daughter's hand and springing away to safety, accidently brushing past over a flier with a picture of a missing young man, unaware of the glowing tiny orbs that watched her retreating form before backing away into the darkness, retreating to Davelis Cave. Through the blank darkness lies a cave rumored to have been plagued with Black magic, Humans used as Subjects granted of demonic physic and capabilities. Once you are Captured there is no longer a soul within the flesh. Stay away from Davelis Cave.

Bluish blinking lights continuously blink in and out, the constant fading buzz sound of the failing electric helped bring conscious to a young man, through his orbs his vision fades in and out with disorientating colors. With a silent groan he blinked away deeply until the double swirling image became one. He stared at a gray light on the ceiling, brown stain mold on the corners, with slight cracks. A blinding headache made him wince, slowly he tried to move his hand when he felt a chained restraint around his wrists. Realizing he can't move anything at all, a set of Panick creeped through his veins, with a groan he pulls his head down, the headache soon became unbearable. He could feel bile rising from his chest.

The movement disorganized his vision all over again, having him re-blink out the fading swirls, with his vision settling, he caught a movement of a figure. Blurred and out of range he squinted his eyes until it became apparent. A woman with long mocha hair sporting large clear glasses with black rims. There she sits staring right at him stoically. From behind a ... glass? Peering around above he realized he was in a glass box with no cover.

"Subject 899 awakened from his slumber," she spoke sternly into what looks like a microphone documenting onto a computer. He furrows his brows in confusion, where was he? What has happened? Gazing down to his state the words were caught in his throat, he was stark naked, wrists chained down secured with triples locks, his waist tied in rope and iron, body glistening from his sweat, while his manhood surpasses his belly button, resting yet fully erect. The man grows frantic, breaking beads of sweat while pulling and tugging to freedom.

"Subject seems to have suffer temporary amnesia and is unaware of the latest events." He paused; it seemed he could understand her language. He tries to speak but tongue tied, he can feel his blood boiling fast.

"Strength weakens without the warmth of the other tests."

He peers up at her gritting his teeth, his orbs began to slowly be swallowed in darkness, the mysterious woman does nothing but stare at him with no emotion, eyes hallow looking at him until she spoke "Any luck?"

Pausing his movements, he watched a figure appear from the shadows behind her, clothed in black with a hood over the head, two white dots staring at him before the head slowly glided down glancing at his feet. "I take it they couldn't handle the breeding project?" the voice rasp and low.

The woman with the glasses says nothing, eyes intently on him before her voice darkened "Any luck?"

The went room silence. Letting the low failing electricity play like a musical instrument in the background, the woman with the glasses grunts acknowledging the unspoken answer, "It would seem we need to bring out the big guns." She suddenly stood to pack up a few papers, his eyes slowly trailed down her body before a familiar strange feeling traveled through his veins, causing his manhood to slightly twitch.

Suddenly through the speakers the women's voice could be heard echoing through the walls of his glass box, the noise traveled through his ears resounding like loud banging drums, he suddenly started to twitch violently, mouth foams from the growling, his brown oculus suddenly turned black swallowing all the white of the orbs.

"Subject 899," on command he turns towards the name he has been called all this time, since the beginning of his inhumane experiments.

"You will breed with test subject 1209, experiment number 85." On cue a large black door glides open slowly, from the other side a young woman with a tan complexion naked and shaved, Mocha hair falls down to her waist, face completely struck with fear and nervousness. His dark orbs trailed down her body and a slow smile suddenly forms, long canines flash while he sends her a hungry smile.

The woman backs away in fear, "Pl-please N-no" she cries. Her eyes trailed to the massive shaft passed his belly button and she couldn't help but swallow and cry at how menacing and angry the organ appeared. Her breast large and round with very wide hips, her butt large and round, legs firm. A voluptuous beauty that can sedate his demonic appetite for women. Plenty of meat to slap, grab and gnaw on.

The sounds of the chains creaking made her sob, knowing he couldn't be detained any longer. "Please help me!" She screams trying to turn back into the door but sealed shut.

"Countdown begins" the woman's head whips up in fear, frantically she searches for a way out.

"10"

"Please help me, please" the young women bangs on the glass, the woman on the other side stare stoically, no emotion alongside the clothed figure with the glowing dots for eyes.

"6"

"Please I beg you I won't tell no one" She cries louder, occasionally sending glares at the hungry man, veins decorate his long-calloused hands, knuckles raw and dry while pure muscles flex and glisten from the appetite. He can smell her essence and the arousal in between her legs, how he can't wait to maul her breast, and stick his manhood deep into her throat. The thought made him growl, foaming. The hunger drowning his humanity.

"2"

Her banging against the glass became frantic, pounding away at the glass, repeatedly hitting her palms, tiny loose shards cut her flesh, light blood trailing down in a straight line. "Please!"

"0"

The chains have fallen to the ground, frozen in fear from the sudden unbearable heat behind her back, the woman shivers. A toned abdomen slightly pushed against her back squishing her breast to the glass, low growls are heard from behind. A twitching shaft. She felt her hair slightly tugged, in came his face, peering up on her left, she lets her eyes roam, drinking up every feature he had, thick lashes, sharp jawline with a straight nose, he was what you would only find in pictures, he was so unreal. Handsome and rugged, so inhumanely beautiful. She could feel the butterflies when he dips his face into the strands inhaling deeply at her scent, he growls at her essence like a monster, tears fall hastily down her cheeks. "Pl-please" she shakes in fear only to witness him peer up slowly with a low chuckle, extending his ivory canines.

The woman and the clothed figure watch stoically, typing and documenting as they witness the naked woman getting brutally impaled from behind, her moans and screams fill the air, she doesn't get the chance to breathe, she is tossed in every single direction and angle before he inserts her fully, the tip of his shaft can be seen on her stomach. Mascara run down her face, he knew no bounds, deep he shoved himself down her throat. Throwing his head back in pure ecstasy and bliss, groaning and crying from his shaft being massaged by her warm meaty throat.

He cums down her throat filling her with cream, he cums on her face and body. Exhausted and delirious, barely able to lift a finger having to endure intense s****l brutality she reached towards the glass, barely even able to breathe properly. "Pl-please H-hel-help me" she fights before her leg was grabbed and pulled back.

After 40 minutes of her moaning mixed with his cry of ecstasy, it went quiet. There the woman laid, exhausted, every inch of her body down to her nails were coated in c*m. delirious and barely able to keep her eyes open. Above her he stood, shaft still erect pointing horizontally while he stared at her with dark eyes. "Test subject 1209 has failed the breeding test," the woman with glasses said, her eyes moved from the woman on the floor, trailing up to the man, examining his physical features; muscles got firmer, and his height increased. But never does it last. putting a play into test she whispers something in silence, his ear twitched in response while he gave a side view.

"Subject 899's strength has increased exponentially, vision and ability improved. But for how long? Every subject lasted only 2 hours, still no sign of any new heir," she ended the recording.

"Open the lever" out of the blue a room is suddenly opened, the moving floor carried the woman's unconscious body towards the end, only than could he see 10 other women lying unconscious scattered around, he never noticed, all he knew was to satisfy this unbearable hunger.

Shaft still erect and veined, he turned his attention back to the glass where the woman stood before he walked closer, dark gleam with a smile he placed his hands against the glass, out he darts his tongue, eyes focused on the woman with glasses, with a cocky smile he flattened his tongue against the glass, trailing it upwards, a wet trail left behind. Even from behind the glass his height towered over everything.

"It seems he is still hungry" the clothed figure laughs. "Though I must say that's many men these days. I would say he is unlike the other subjects we have had in the past, this one refuse to fall, he will be a perfect vessel for the dark prince."

Acknowledging the statement, the woman nods crossing her arms. "Then I guess it's time to put it to the real test, were running out of test subjects and it's costing us, sedate him ... go out and find a suitable sacrificial lamb, we will need the blood of the heir and the mother" the woman giggles.

"Once you have located the vessel, observe her, report back on every detail and test her blood" the clothed figure giggles and from the pitch-black hoodie, a pink forked tongue slither out slowly, licking what appears to be its face.

"This will be the very first subject to see the world, keep an eye on him ... and monitor if he falls in love."

In confusion the figure turns, "he is capable?"

Shrugging her shoulders "we can't rule it out".

"What name will he go by?"

Staring at his sharp, handsome features. "Adonis."

"Adonis Kratos."