TITANS, MONSTERS, AND LEGENDS

10:06 The_Quicksand:
I could not bear to watch him. Gods and their offspring, why would we trust such things? Mother Russia is always crawling with useless priests and mystics claiming to speak to them, yet produce nothing but stage tricks and political turmoil. They even have the insufferable gall to suggest there is no vodka in paradise.

And now I face This one! Hercules! He is tall in frame, not just tall, a giant truly. And great in muscle. And in pride. Dares to call himself a 'Sufferer.' My inner voices have selected him for death. I am to beat him to his knees and crush him in my vise... so be it… he will Suffer well.

I come to the grove, a mere gorge with trees and stones, with a gentle stream down the center and a hut with smoke where he rests. Yes, it seems the 'demigod' is home. "Come Hercules! You are late for your death. Get out of bed already!" I stand ready for you…

19:28 Hercules_the_Sufferer: It was a morning like any other at my cottage. After a morning of chopping firewood, it was time to enjoy the spoils of breakfast with some reading. Yes, I read. I'm a Greek born and trained in all of the ways of the Greeks. My oldest teachers all said to train all my muscles, that bulging biceps alone were not enough to make your way through life. And now my study is broken? I hear the bellow of one who has come to intrude on my morning ceremonies. I shake my head and stand as I listen to the words and make my way out to see who the sad challenger is this time.

As I cross the threshold of my door, I see him. He is a man, tall by mortal standards, but his girth was more impressive than any other I had ever witnessed. He could be as wide as me, if not maybe more. But men such as him have come before. Some have left as friends. Some have left bloodied. Some never left and stay forever here in my grove. Again, I'm from ancient Greece - if a man threatens your life, you kill him if you have no other choice and you do not regret it. Enough of that, though. It is time to meet this man's words.

"Get out of bed? You're the man that's late there, my friend," I said with a smile as I walk up to the man, inspecting his frame. He is a marvel of muscle, there was no doubt there. After inspecting every inch of him, my eyes make it back to his, and I stare into those dark eyes. Horrors live in this man's soul, This is nothing special; we all have our own horrors, and mortals seem proud of that which haunts them. What I was searching for was whether this man ever tried to master his horrors or whether he let them master him. First....a reasoned approach.

"What makes you think I'm late for my own death, though? So many men have come to warn me of this, and yet...the outcome has always been the men were only heralding their own deaths. You should fare differently?" I continued to close the distance between us as I stare into your dark eyes. "Besides....death is a visitor best not anticipated....don't you think? I know I could think of much better pastimes with you," I growled with lust. This man and I would have terrorized so many of the old Spartan warriors.... The trail of broken hearts and men we would have left in our wake....

20:10 The_Quicksand: Demigod. One look and I see the reality of what that means. My whole mind flooded with shrill commands, urgently demanding of a flood of incompatible things. Kill him! Crush him Fuck him… ask him where he keeps his riches! I felt the deep NEED to be his friend. A NEED to have his companionship. A Need to feel his neck crushed in my hands! a NEED to feel his waist crushed in the vice of my legs and see him squirm in mortal agony. And yes also, i felt A Need to wave farewell and move to my happy life, one that doesn't exist and never did. A NEED TO SEE HIS EYES FALL LIFELESS I suddenly felt sick… The effect of a demi god - it makes you wish for unicorns…

I was a weapon made by men in secret, yes they were Soviet Russians, but it's wrong to say I was trained by "The Russians." As if Russian people knew, no? I have been left with the urge to kill men of power and pride. It is not born of reason, but none of the delights of man are. I was driven by the voices here to this place. What to do with a demigod? There is no experience for this.

I step forward and the pain lessens with my commitment to mayhem. Another step and my head clears. Strides and strides with speed and I am resolved darkly. Closing with you.... you still hold your book and strange look of disbelief... I FIRE A FIST into your left pectoral muscle !!

23:10 Hercules_the_Sufferer: I see your eyes dance with dark fires. Such a war in your mind, things you did not anticipate before meeting the man, the legend. I smirk slightly, but my eyes show a softer expression as I see the war being waged in your soul, an expression of compassion.

But before I can reason with you and help you clear your mind, you come in with your dark resolve. It takes me off guard as I've never seen a mortal rush in with such a death wish before, never quite like this. I hold my ground though, my feet unmoving as my legs flex solid and my whole torso flexes to living steel. I feel your fist meet my left pec, and there's a thundering sound of your rock-hard fist meeting that flexing steel. The blow is stronger than I would have estimated from your mortal strength, but my thick pec acts as an aegis to your thunderstrike, absorbing and neutralizing the blow with a growl and showing of my teeth as a consequence.

My combat drills kick in then as I lean forward quickly and bring my skull down on yours as another thundering sound fills the gorge. I do not give you time to react though as my thick arms come together overhead, my book dropped to the side as my fists clench together, fingers laced to form a boulder of fists above you. And that boulder comes down behind your head, slamming your traps with my forearms that beat down like dull swords as those double fists pound on your back just under where your neck connects to that thickly muscled torso.

I do not know if you will still be standing after such a blow, but I stand there ready to see. You have already impressed me mortal, but I pray you stay down for your own good.

23:20 The_Quicksand: My hand scores deep into that pectoral muscle but the reaction is much less. A blow like this usually driving a man back. Your head comes at me STRIKING my fore head...my plans arrest. You see my muscled body stop and you strike again!

I drop to my knees!... then my hands hit the grassy canyon floor. My head reels. Men dead for decades, ghosts in my head, they lash my back and scream at me to attack... Two huge columns, his legs, they rise before me... I rear back and my right hand SLAPS into the inside your of your leg, a hand with peak human power grips into that inner thigh muscle and claws into a grip into the muscle meat of your leg. Plant foot and LIFT!. Using your inner thigh as a handle i dump you onto your ass! ...and STAND...

23:51 Hercules_the_Sufferer: I see you go to your knees and clutch the earth itself for support. You are there on the ground, and I.... I sigh out. "Warrior, you do not need to-" I start to say, about to offer a truce to you and forget your assault when I feel your hand SLAP hotly on my inner thigh, grabbing a chunk of muscle to use as a handle. I had not suspected a counter, nor one so simple yet effective, and I feel you use a handful of my quad to lift my massive weight up and back, taking away my solid footing as I topple back on my ass. As Aristotle once taught me, sometimes, no amount of strength can counter physics.

And with a grunt, I land on my ass, but not before I use a pressure point on your wrist to ensure you release the grip on my muscle, freeing me to continue the momentum backwards and roll to my feet. My eyes meet yours with a curious look and also one of....desire. "You're the first mortal to do that," I say as I feel a smirk spread amidst my dark beard. "Let's see what you have, mortal."

I charge at you, slamming my shoulder into your core and lifting you up briefly before we land on the ground together in a heap. In the middle of that leap, I locked my arms around you, though, and those terrible pythons begin their constriction around that speared core. And with us on the ground now, I will show you how the ancient Greeks wrestled. Time to slip around behind you and see how you stand up to the original Grecian Bear.

10:42 The_Quicksand: My eyes flare with excitement and a slight bit of outrage! you roll out of my grip quickly.... but the bruise is there... he can be hurt...

(Let's see what you have mortal... with pleasure...) And just as quickly, up and lunging to attack.... A failing of mine meeting men charging. I am the wall, they hit me and stop, oh no. Not this one... we COLLIDE and the tackle to the ground comes with a painful impact! Using the momentum I roll forcing you to your back just as the trap closes! OOUUGGHHHHH! That's... tight!

Those arms are huge, a degree larger than mine. Crushing me against your chest! The war in my mind RAGES... my cock springs hard and my deep desire to breed you runs naked-vodka-soaked mad in my head! The drums of my dread trainers thunder with my heartbeat reminding me of my mission to kill the demigod to satisfy their lust for submission!

You twist your power to the left threatening to take my back. the relentless squeeze continues... your thick arms coiled under mine, I grab your head! HEADBUTT the crest of my forehead collides with your face hammering your nose!

18:49 Hercules_the_Sufferer: I feel you roll us as we go back, getting me on my back, your furry muscle on top of me as I squeeze your back into a curved shape that will make you sing for me as the hug continues. And yet.... You counter. You grab my head and hammer your forehead on my nose, blinding me and causing me to give a shout of pain. Soon, the taste and smell of blood is in my mouth and nose, but this is just a minor wound, an irritation more fairly. Yet, a masterful counter for those seeking to truly incapacitate their foes. You must truly mean to kill me, and while that by itself isn't surprising to me, the fact that you are so skilled does. Afterall, you can assess the true threat of a man in just a few moments of battle, and you have appraised me well already. But I am no man to be trifled with, mortal.

Blocking out the pain, my mind refocuses and suddenly you feel the full strength of my arms JERK IN on your back, curving that thickly muscled back and arching your chest above me as your abs get crushed against mine with the circling pressure. And with a growl, my forehead returns a blow to your arched up chest, right in the center of those pecs. It's not an attack that will cripple you, but it will knock some air out of those lungs as I push up with my right leg to roll us over....

Yes, mortal, I push us over to get your torso arched over my arms, adding to the deadly pressure on your back. And with you arched over those arms like an offering of suffering to me, I make good on your offering, firing my entire torso to CRUSH the life out of you, all while tucking my head tight and close to you, eyes clenched tight to prevent easy attacks on my eyes. In just a few moments, this will be all over. But you have drawn blood, mortal. None have done that in almost a 1000 years.

22:24 The_Quicksand: Driven to my back under you, I flex my chest and back WITH GREAT MIGHT resisting your power! Stalemate! NOW Your chest swells to an oaken solidity crushing me deeper... UGGHHHAWWW!!! My breath is driven... from ME?? I feel your back flare and your arms regrip robbing me of more space! My head throbs with outrage. No one does this to me! NO ONE!

My back! The pain is brutal, bent over the demigod's arms. Squeezing my body, feeling my blood hammer in my head pressing in my eyeballs. Your head slams into my chest nearly stopping my heart a fluttering second! the muscle on muscle tension playing under the sun.

My world swirling in stars he's going to knock me to blackness! my memory flashes in hard explosions returning to the face of my old tormentor. He was only called the Cossack. he was feared in the camp. The Tsar allowed him to kill three times a day, not that he could count that high.

His face would bear into his victim's and his cock would throb daring to unman his victim. I had run from him for three solid weeks. When he caught me, and pinned me in slushy mud and coldest spring runoff. His face screamed in mine as he squeezed me, my ribs crumbling. His arms were massive and his chest was freakishly out of balance to the rest of his body. I was smaller those years. He was nearly half bigger than me. He would flex his chest and made a crush so potent it could kill. My hand found a rock and I pummeled his head until he let me go.

I found my legs around him. I didn't stop crushing him until his back finally broke. We tumbled through this swampy cold cold water and his death landed him face down, sunk. I was The Quicksand where he died. I VOWED no one would do this to me again!

I am stuck here again.

You feel my body burn with fury even as you crush me. I could die here. You know this. fists HAMMER AT YOUR HEAD buried in my chest, the angle terrible for strikes and my time runs dire. MY HANDS GRAB YOUR HEAD AND SQUEEEZE!!! I WILL SPLIT YOUR SKULL!!!

23:10 Hercules_the_Sufferer: I feel the mortal challenger in my arms, his body bending already, crumbling to the strength of the Grecian Bear. In truth, I'm astonished at your endurance to even still have the will to fight. So many men have simply imploded in my arms, died futile deaths trying to make their visions of grandeur come true. But this one hangs on, forcing air into his body with a focus and drive that is otherworldly. And suddenly I feel those paws on my skull.

I try to bury my head deeper, but those paws are in my hair and on my skull. I can feel his body shaking with strength, powering those thick arms of his together to try to crack my skull like a simple egg. I know that will be impossible for you - my head has taken blows from Aries himself, afterall - yet I can feel the crushing pressure bending my skull, a dull ache that irritates me. I growl at your side and begin hauling us up, gaining my feet, you in my arms as I get to one knee, then the other foot. My thick legs pushing us up. You dangle in my arms now as I show you the crush that destroyed Antaeus.

With a sudden jerk left and right, my powerful back and legs support your weight and mine. AND NOW I mangle you in MERCILESS PRESSURE! like a great Kodiak, my thick arms squeeze and I shake. Your mass flails left and right with each mighty shake!

And yet your arms still persist on my skull, drawing a smile to my face. You're almost too good to end, but....if you would come after me like this, finding my home that I've taken great care to hide...then I cannot let you leave. There will be no peace. And yet....my eyes water from the strength in your massive frame powering on my skull. I'm still not concerned that you'll crack my skull before I snap your back like a twig...but...your strength truly has merit. I shall be sure to tell you before you die. You will die with honor, warrior.

00:41 The_Quicksand: I know, should I survive this crush, I will have deep bruises and maybe torn muscles! My back flexing to Iron and that's not enough to keep your powerful forearms from carving through my massive lats! My face turns red with fury and ordeal!

Then you stand and your leverage changes, crushing me with brutality I have not felt in decades! AWWwwwwghhhhh... my groaning scream strangles away from lack of air. My RIBS! Slowly...splintering... NO no! This is not my end! Your skull now bleeding from the ears from the pressure and you IGNORE the pain! IGNORE THIS you beast from Olympus!

My hands shift and I DRIVE MY THUMBS into your eyes! Blood wells under my thumbs and I will make you release me or go blind! My legs clamp your waist latching onto you like an animal! CRUSHING POWER into your torso and tearing your eyes!

17:29 Hercules_the_Sufferer: Just as I predicted, this mortal is crumbling like all the others. When will an actual worthy opponent come and face me? I will just crack your spine and be done with th--

"RRRRRAAAAAWWWRRRRGGGGGGHHH!!!!" A hot bellow erupts from me as I feel your thumbs not only gouge, but BURROW into my eye sockets!!! There is no hesitation, there is no delay. Warrior instinct kicks in and I release the hug, feeling your thick legs wrap around me. My hands shoot up between us, my open palms slamming brutally into your chin, making a clattering sound of teeth gnashing into teeth, some of them probably shattering from the force of the blow. But I am not done. Warrior instincts drive me on further as I grab that proud beard of yours tightly in both hands and I JERK your head downward, reversing the momentum of the under-chin blow as I drop to a single knee.

And then I bring you down in a backbreaker, not merely across my knee as you mortals may do for show, no. This is not for show. This is to break you! I bring you down by that proud beard caught in the grip of my clutching bearish hands, using it to drive your spine down hard on my thick quad, still face to face, arching you back, acting like an anvil to hold and support your back, or at least half of it. With your chin still in hand, I shove your face back and down over my knee, making your face disappear from sight, if I could even see to begin with right now. Fucking dirty fighting mortal! And now I use my massive arms to push you backwards over my knee, leaning forward to pin your pelvis between my quad and my core arched over you. There is no escape for your legs or lower half. I have you pinned on the anvil as I arch you into fucking oblivion.

There is no ceremony in this. There is no slowness in the movement. I just push you back and back and back until I hear and feel the shattering of your pathetic spine over my knee, There it is CRACKK!! Now feeling your body twitch in my grip as my eyes drip blood down on your muscled form. Soon you'll be dead, but I have re-forged you into your new mangled form, mortal!

With my work done, I shove you off the anvil of my thick leg, hearing your bones make wet crackling noises as you fall to the earth to draw your last breaths. I curse as I stand, wiping the blood from my eyes and ears as I growl in rage at your obsessive gloating for bloodshed....and in rage that another had to die at my hands.

18:07 The_Quicksand: I have succeeded! You release my bruised body and feel breath return paying the price of pain! Legs gripping your body hard! TEARING AT YOUR FACE!

I am now in a world of the Gods - the violence that happens to me is direct and without precedence! Blood gushes from my mouth as your hand slams under my jaw forcing me to bite my tongue!

You grab my beard and I feel my back slam onto your leg shaking my whole frame. You drive my head back! I am pinned. I thrash to escape and it all happened so face I am unable to counter. My spine cracks and splinters and I feel the hand of Death closing on my heart! My crotch against your core unable to disengage my grip!

Not a Joke - Quicksand's back breaks and he feels the physical wrath of a Demigod, but this is far from over. Part 2 CHESS GAME OF THE GODS

Published: 2022-05-07, viewed 118 times.