Trials of a demigod [Mashaguna]

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Backstory

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You are born the product of lust, the mainfestation of the frivolities of the gods! Zeus has strayed once too often, and Hera has finally found the evidence of his infidelity! Zeus espied your mother bathing in the woods and took the form of a hound when he seduced her, impregnating her with the bastard offspring of a god!

That same night, your mother took her husband to bed and became pregnant with your brother at the same time! The Goddess Athena sheltered you from Heras wrathful gaze for as long as she could, bestowing upon you great magical powers... but the children of gods often have terrible destinies awaiting them in their lives!

Char: Heraklia

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Heraklia grew up in Thebes, raised in a fairly wealthy noble family. As a girl she found that she was quite gifted in terms of strength and endurance, often overpowering her male relatives and associates in wrestling, boxing, running and other sports though her parents didn't particularly approve of her unfeminine activities. Still, she lived a fairly decent life, with enough food and drink and education that she could recite poems and stories and knew some theater and philosophy. Her hotheaded temperament and desire to go and earn herself some recognition and glory often caused her to clash with the people around her however, and she had always had a feeling of doom hanging over her head, especially during festivals or rituals dedicated to the goddess Hera. Lately, these foreboding feelings have intensified in such occasions, leaving her anxious in the days to come.

Physicality: 16
Reaction: 10
Dexterity: 9

HP: 48
LP:

+3 to DMG
+0 to DODGE
+0 to HIT

Weapons:

Armor:

Kinks:
impreg, monsters and beasts, molestation and humiliation, Bad Ends

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Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

After many years growing up in her family estate, you finally are being called to the great agora of Thebes, the center of political and social life in the entire city. This is the time the youth of Thebes choose their path in life, or find it chosen for them. A time for Heraklia to finally show the society that she deserved the glories and recognition that seems to have been denied her all the time!

'Time for me to join the Sacred Band!' boasted Heraklias twin brother, Hector. A slim young man lacking finesse or stamina, he was the antithesis of Heraklias physical prowess. 'We're lucky we're nobles, dear sister!' he said, smiling at his twin who looked absolutely nothing like him. 'Boys get to join the Sacred Band immediately, and fight against the enemies of Thebes, while girls are all automatically eligible to join the temples and serve the gods! We don't have to bother doing something like be a potter, farmer or hunter, unlike the peasants beneath our station!'

He beamed happily at Heraklia, positively hopping at the prospect of joining the military elite of Thebes during his years of service before retiring to the comfortable life of a landed estate owner. He was right, nobles automatically got to be called elite soldiers, but only men. Women were all selected to serve the gods, but which god would you choose to serve? Hera, goddess of women, Athena, goddess of warfare, Aphrodite, goddess of beauty or Diana, goddess of the hunt?

Or break tradition entirely. Choose the trials of the peasants, of the men, to reject entirely.... a daringness threatens to seize you, a daring that would chart your path through life far beyond what you could possibly presume!

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Heraklia smiled back at her twin, though her normally bold grin was replaced by something with a touch of worry to it. Hector was... well, she wouldn't say he was cowardly, but his courage was bigger than his bulk if that made sense. Inwardly, she hoped that Thebes would not be facing too great a foe while her twin was in the Band, at least not while he hadn't been blessed with strength like her own.

"Yes, it's finally time for us to take our places as citizens of Thebes little brother, no more playing with our old toys and harassing the maidens in the baths for you!" the tawny young woman joked, slapping Hector on the back good heartedly. "Unfortunately it seems like my own path isn't that clear, I'll admit I'm feeling a little lost."

This was more true than Heraklia could fully articulate, not having been truly gifted with oratory skills. While she had more than enough physical strength to become a soldier, her gender and the laws of Thebes meant that she'd never be able to join the Band, a fact that honestly did rankle her. However, she didn't truly feel as though she could all out rebel and disgrace her family either, not to mention that doing so may wind up earning her the ire of the gods, most notably the patron of families, the goddess she was named after, Hera.

The thought of the queen of Olympus caused Heraklia to shudder a bit despite herself, she never knew why she feared her so, but Heraklia always felt a sort of instinctive fear and trepidation when passing near a shrine or temple dedicated to Hera, as if she were treading into a lions' den or near a pit of vipers, waiting to strike at any moment. It was due to this that Heraklia immediately decided she wouldn't be serving at the queen's temple, which left Aphrodite, Diana, and finally Athena.

Aphrodite, the goddess of love, lust and beauty was the least attractive of the three all in all, as while she was said to bless women with charm and glibness, Heraklia had always thought that Aphrodite and her followers were too flighty, and Aphrodite herself was notoriously fickle in particular, giving and taking favor as she pleased.

Diana, sometimes known as Artemis, was the goddess of the hunt, and at a glance, she probably seemed like a perfect fit for someone like Heraklia, with her pursuit of hunting and forestry as well as her protection of women and childbirth, but to do so would possibly mean just becoming a maiden at her temple, scorning men, and while Heraklia wasn't the type to just go cavorting with men regularly, she had enough male friends and relatives that the idea of removing them from her life was something she wasn't truly comfortable with.

Finally, there was Athena, goddess of wisdom and war, and the one Heraklia felt most kinship with. Her dedication to warfare in both the shock of arms and battle of wills and minds was pleasing to her, and Heraklia found herself drawn to her over all the others, but even then she felt as though this was off somehow, in that even if she won glory, it would be in Athena's name only, rather than her own wouldn't it?

Conflicted, Heraklia found herself unable to find an answer, she would have to see if any answers would come when they came to the Agora.

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so I'll be mixing up alot of elements of greek society here, so uh its definitely not gonna be historically accurate or true to the myths. then again, really, what were we expecting from this forum

Thoughts of her ideal place within Theban society roiled through Heraklias mind, but she understood the limits of society she worked within. Men were men and women were women, and the roles were fixed in Theban society with little scope to vary.

Luckily for Hector, he was quite happy with the roles assigned to him. 'Sister, you will be absolutely fine with whatever you choose! A servant of the gods is the ideal path for a citizen of Thebes! To commune with the gods and guide our people.... you will be the heart of our society, just as I shall be its spear!'

His boasting aside, Hector was right that Thebes was especially religious. Since the... incident...with King Laius and his son Oedipus, there has been a strong argument from the priests and prophetesses that it was the wrath of the Gods that led Thebes to the path of depravity. Yet, there was also a strong countercurrent, a rebellion against the prevailing theocratic power of Thebes and the absolutism of the monarchs. The democratic ideas of Athens were spreading to Thebes, a distinct difference from the repressive warrior aristocracy of Sparta and the priestly influence of the gods in Thebes. Even so, the unique aspects of Theban culture influenced those ideas, and underground cults were cropping up which interpreted the will of the gods differently. Whispers of such dissent reached even Heraklias ears, and though there was no hostility in the streets, debates were fierce in all corners of society.

Arriving at the Agora, she could see a microcosm of Theban society present there. Within the great atrium there were dozens of guilds, landowners, high priests and other leaders assessing candidates who were interested in joining that group. Noble male youth were all being welcomed to the latest batch of the Sacred Band, and Hector grinned at Heraklia before running off to his new posting, the Sacred Band which would have first choice of ownership over any territory conquered by Thebes in its wars.

Girls of noble birth were all streaming to the temples, to serve as priestesses in the hallowed halls, but none of them seemed to be familiar to Heraklia. She was big, strong, hard of body and sharp of wit with no focus on any particular god yet, while the girls were all slight young things fully devoted to their chosen god.

The stronger of body girls seemed to be joining the simple, harder labour guilds, most of which seemed to be too far removed from Heraklias own interests.

She was almost resigned to the temples when another young woman sidled up to Heraklia. 'Why should we be restricted in how the gods are understood by these old priests,' she asked, rubbing her chin thoughtfully, seeming to ask a question into the void. 'What if.... the gods actually have a different path for us?' she says wistfully, long blonde hair swaying in the wind slightly. Something about her seemed.... off. All of Heraklias social training told her to avoid this girl.... yet something still compelled her to listen. Listen to potential heresy.

[Mashugana]

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Oh alright, yeah. Sorry if I stepped on your toes there cap

Heraklia smiled wistfully as her smaller twin brother took off, honestly wishing him well even as no small amount of envy twinged in her, she wished she could have so straightforward and simple a mindset as Hector, but alas, no point getting upset over things one cannot change when there are things that can be affected. Still, that would've left her with a conundrum of what to do with herself when she heard the soft tread of sandals approaching her, and turned her attention to the blonde woman with a curious, if somewhat wary stare. She was at least a little bit aware of the small cults that had sprung up following the scandal in the royal family, and while she had no doubt that some of these cults had noble intentions and maybe even some divine backing from the gods, others seemed to be more like excuses to enact vices or grab power, and this woman was starting to sound a bit like a cultist with her statement about the gods having different paths set out for the mortals they ruled over. It didn't help that something about the woman made some of the hairs on the back of Heraklia's neck stiffen a little, as if she was standing near a viper. Still, the girl had a certain way with her words that made her want to hear more.

Staying silent for a moment to think of a response, Heraklia decided to try and maintain a neutral position. Polite, but somewhat guarded and not wholly committing to anything.

"Perhaps, I can't speak for the gods any more than the average mortal." The tawny young woman responded casually, gauging the other woman's physique in case this turned out to be one of the more hostile or crazed cultists. She folded her arms beneath her breast as she regarded her. "What do you think they want? You and your family get any signs as to what you'll do?" she asked, trying to see if the mystery woman recognized anyone she knew by examining her face whilst trying not to be too obvious about it.

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The girl turns to look at Heraklia, and suddenly Heraklia sees why the girls seemed so off. Her eyes were cloudy and misted over, shrouded in wispy grey. 'I am a destined to be a prophetess, as was mother and my mothers mother was, and so shall my daughters and my daughters daughters will be.'

She shoots out her hand to grasp Heraklias chin in a strong grasp, sizing the muscular girl up with her sightless eyes. 'I gifted my eyes to Hecate, and in turn she gifts me with visions of the future. You are Heraklia, daughter of the Alceme but not Amphitryon. The Gods have touched you, but Hecate has not granted me sight of whether it is a curse or a gift. Know now that your fate is in peril, and your own strength will not be enough. Either surrender your fate to the Gods, seek refuge in the hidden cults, or hide yourself away as a commoner. The eyes of the gods are distracted by the rising champions in the Agora, but their gaze will fall on you soon enough.'

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so the basic choices are: choose the gods, and see which goddess offers the most compelling package, explore the cults (lots of different flavours there!) or try the life of a common girl - farmer, prostitute, tavern wench are the few options for commoners that will avoid attention

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When the girl grabbed her chin, Heraklia stiffened, and when she told her about her parentage, that Amphitryon wasn't her father, her hand immediately grasped the girls in a grip that might've broken the arm of a mortal man, her teeth bared and eyes wild with fury as she wrenched the seeress' hand off of her chin and shoved her away, not caring if she'd harmed her or knocked her down in her short tempered wrath. It was then that Heraklia decided she knew what she wanted to do.

"I'm not going to hide myself anywhere, or from anyone, god or mortal." She started as she breathed heavily, her anger getting the better of her. "I'm going to the agora, and I'm going to go for the Band, and if the gods have an issue with it, they can come down and stop me themselves. Hera, Hecate, Ares or Zeus, it doesn't matter who." she decided, before turning around and facing towards the agora, towards fate.

"Good luck in your service to Hecate." was the last thing she'd say to the girl before recklessly pressing towards the Agora, looking like a wrathful titaness.

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Well, mama always told me that if you're gonna fuck something up, might as well go all the way with it. Let's see how many gods Heraklia can piss off and get cursed by before she leaves Thebes eh?

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The blind girl smiles as she picks herself up off the ground, a haunting visage that burns into Heraklias mind. 'You may just get your wish, my strong friend. And when you do, the challenges of the gods will truly blind you.'

Storming to the Agora, several priestesses and young men called out to Heraklia aiming to invite her to their professions and guilds, but the angry woman ignored them all. She strode to the tent of the Sacred Band, the elite fighting force of Thebes, where soft noble youth were already lounging in the sheltered tents under the watchful eye of hard faced men. 'Sister! Come to see me off!' smiled Hector, eyes twinkling with warmth and love for her.

'No. She comes to join the band. Just look at her,' one of the hard faced men says stoically, a man with a body that seemed to be chiseled from polished muscle. 'Muscular, angry, confident in her body.-.... if this is your sister Hector, then she definitely feels she would be a better warrior than you.'

Hector gasped at that, dropping a bunch of grapes onto the floor. 'Sister, you can't! To be a warrior in the band is dangerous, a life of terror and hardship! Why, there is no way a soft woman like you could possibly endure the hardships I have trained my whole life to face!'

The other noble youths nodded vigorously at that, affronted by the notion that one of their women would debase herself by risking her flawless flesh to the hardships of war. A guffaw rippled through the senior Bandsmen. 'I guarantee she knows more of hardship than any of you can even fathom, you soft skinned effete youth,' the Bandsman snorted. 'But our ways are what have seen our society through hard times. All are eligible to join the band, so long as they pass. You can join the proving grounds over there, if you so choose...' the Bandsman said, waving at a track behind the agora. That track was filled with young men preparing to wrestle, spar, run and otherwise prove that they had the physical prowess to fight in the Band. A track filled with competitors that Heraklia would have to overcome to join.

'No sister I won't let you1' yelled Hector, leaping to his feet and standing between Heraklia and the proving ground. 'I'll stop you if I must! You must do right by Father, serve the gods loyally and soon you shall be blessed with a husband!'

[Mashugana]

The girl's last words to her went unheard, lost in the breeze as Heraklia's anger caused her to be both blind and deaf to the world around her, simply shoving aside people who were in her way as she stormed towards the Agora, a certain mad look in her eye as she found the tents where the Band and their recruits were located. When she got there, she simply nodded to the elder and let him speak, crossing her arms over her chest partially for appearances and partially to indicate an unmoving challenge, a declaration that if anyone wanted to stop her, they were going to have to use force. Her determination faltered just for a moment when little Hector approached her, speaking of their father and what he might want, but she already had one foot in Tartarus now, backing down could prove to be just as bad as going through with her decision.

"Hector..." Heraklia said with a sigh, feeling like she was going to regret this no matter what happened. "I'm sorry, but I'm going through with this. If you want to stop me, you're going to have to beat me."

She adopted a wide, aggressive stance, showing that while she may not have the bulk of the men around her, there was no denying her strong form and height. "So Hector, what's it going to be? Boxing? Wrestling, running, or what else do you want to try to test me?" she challenged, stepping right into Hector's space and staring her twin in the eye.

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Though soft and untrained like the rest of the noble youth, good nutrition and healthy habits growing up had gifted Hector with a small measure of physical fitness. Perhaps not enough to counter the unusual strength Heraklia was blessed with, but certainly enough to not be a pure pushover. 'Sister.... please, I love you. Don't dishonor father by being so stubborn,' he says, standing up and stripping off his tunic to reveal his slim body. 'If.... if I step aside from the band, will you abandon your foolish quest? I don't want to hurt you or see you hurt...'

'If you step away,' yelled one of the other noble youths, 'you will bring ignominy on the house of Amphitryon. Showing you are a coward before a woman brings disgrace and dishonor to you, even if that woman is your sister.'

At this point some of the other Sacred Band prospects had gathered something was happening, and they stepped away from the track to observe the going ons. 'Another noble wishes to join? Is there to be no way for a common citizen to join the band,' sighed one of the young men there. 'I'll show this bitch what it truly means to be in the band if she thinks she can take us on...'

Jeers and boos started up from the assembled onlookers, amused at the sight of a woman thinking she could fight a man, but also the notion that a brother and sister were going to fight. 'Wrestle! Wrestle her!' laughed one of the priestesses of Artemis, clearly delighting in the prospect of some good entertainment. 'Yes, wrestle!' yelled another priestess.

'Last chance, sister,' growled Hector, lowering his stance to a wrestlers catch. 'Don't make me shame you in front of these representatives of the gods.'

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Heraklia mimicked her brother's stance, noting that while she was likely the stronger of them, Hector would've likely had more formal training in wrestling, she'd have to take him seriously. To that effect, she ignored the people around them, her expression set in a determined glare.

"Come on brother, neither of us have got all day." she said simply, before lunging forward in the attack!

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Wrestling:

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Heraklia Grapple roll: 8 vs 9 - miss!
Hector Grapple roll: 8 vs 3 - Success!
Heraklia position roll: 9-3 vs 16 - fail!
Hector lock roll: 4+3 vs 14 - fail!
Event roll: 7. Heraklia stripped!

Heraklia lunge towards Hector is powerful and brutal, empowered by the physicality of the brawny young woman. However, Hector is a graduate of the finest gymnasiums in Thebes, and he sprawls to counter Heraklias takedown. In a masterful move, he locks his arms around Heraklias waist and then swings to her side to control her from the side!

'Sister, cease this foolishness! The agents of the gods look upon us now!' he cries, attempting to bring Heraklia to the ground and force her into a submission lock. Twisting and turning in his grasp, Heraklia is unable to break herself free, but at the same time is able to avoid having her arms put into any lock by Hector.

Unfortunately, their struggling has caused a new problem: Heraklias tunic is wrested loose, and her bountiful breasts are left on full display to the crowd. 'Look, she needs a sacred band of her own!' laughs one of the young men in the Agora, causing a ripple of laughter through the crowd. The shame of her virgin body being seen by the crowd burns Heraklias ears, and Hector continues crying for Heraklia to cease so that she may retain her modesty.

Yet through this, Heraklia could see the priestesses of the temples of Hera, Athena, Aphrodite and Artemis staying silent... a strange whiteness dominating their eyes.

[Mashugana]

Gritting her teeth, Heraklia did what she could to ignore the stares and jeers of those around her, keeping focused on nothing but her bout with Hector to the point that she almost didn't catch the strange stares the priestesses were giving her, more importantly, how stark white their eyes were getting. In any other circumstance, she might've taken this as a hint that she should stop, but pride and anger were never emotions she'd been good at keeping control of, and so she turned her attention back to her struggle with her brother, whose constant insistence and pleading for her to stop was getting on her nerves.

Deciding that if he wanted to turn this into a grappling match, she'd oblige him, Heraklia attempted to put him in a headlock whilst trying to tangle one of her legs up behind his own, intent on tripping him up and then putting him into a hold til he either passed out or submitted!

[pornomancer]

Wrestling:

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Heraklia reposition roll: 1 vs 1. Double fail!
Event roll:
1 (GM note: wtf)
Double humiliation!

Heraklia struggles to break Hectors grip, stuck in a side lock by Hector while on the ground, However, the attempt to escape failed horribly for Heraklia, with the trip instead snagging his sandal in hers, causing her to roll over unglamorosly as well. The twins coughed and stumbled in the dirt, and Heraklia was able to escape Hectors grasp, but now both were fully naked!

A silence fell over the crowd as they admired the beauty of both the twins, the glistening sweat on Heraklias muscular body as if it was carved by the gods themselves, and Hectors impressive cock. Heraklia had not seen his member since their childhood, and the sight stirred something in her. In the warm summer air, Heraklias body glistened with sweat, causing her form to positively shine for the crowd.

In this break in combat, Heraklia saw how the men looked at her in total lust, how they all saw her as a woman... complete with what a woman was worth to men. It was not helped when the priestesses all started calling to the crowd as well. 'See here, a vision of the gods!' cried the priestess of Athena. 'One such as her is wasted in the world of mortals. She should commune with the gods and guide our connections!'

Heraklia noted the murmurs of the crowd, and knew that the longer she waited, the more she would be considered a woman unworthy of the band. Hector for his part was bright red from embarrassment, but he maintained his stance still, not able to be caught off guard.

[Mashugana]

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Aww fuck, I can't believe he's done this

Herklia coughed violently, having swallowed some dirt in their tousle before standing up, shaking her head to clear her mind, it was then she realized her state of undress as her body was cooled by the breeze, and noted that somehow, Hector had wound up similarly disrobed, her eyes going from his face down to his toes, lingering more on the large shaft between his legs longer than she would've liked, before looking at the leering faces of the men around her and the more stern gazes of the priestesses.

Shame, anger, wounded pride, and now a touch of... something else caused Herklia's normally bronze skin to show a shade of coppery red as her whole body was now on display, well formed, surprisingly wide hips coupled with a generous bust showed in the air, a cool breeze causing her nipples to stiffen slightly as she grit her teeth and felt her eyes mist up with unshed tears, hearing the priestess of Athena shout about how she should become a priestess and seeing the lustful gazes of the men around her caused her to wish she could throttle all of them, this wasn't their fight, they should stay out of it!

Her vision turned foggy and red as she glared at Hector, her gaze raising from his rather well formed prick and back up to his face, just as red as hers it seemed, but he was the cause of this, why couldn't he have just let her apply for the Band normally!?

Now berserk and wild eyed, Heraklia suddenly cocked her arm back, and Hector would have just enough time to register the haymaker coming towards his jaw as she put her back into the blow, aiming right for his jaw! Even if she got disqualified, she would have her revenge!

[pornomancer]

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so, i summarized the rolls. it, uh, didn't go well for heraklia

Heraklia -24 HP, Hector -6HP.
Event roll: 15 - crowd approves

Swinging a haymaker towards Hector, Heraklia aimed to knock him out in a single blow. Unfortunately, he was quick on the uptake as well, and he caught into Heraklias strike, rolling and bringing her to the ground once more. Heraklia was face down in the dirt, one arm wrenched hard behind her back, with Hector straddling her from behind. Heraklia could feel Hectors cock rubbing against her ass, stiffening as it came in contact with his twin sisters beautiful ass. 'Please sister! Can't you see how hard this is for me?!' he sobs, trying to hold back his tears as he struggles to control the rage of his sister.

The crowd cheers at Hectors display of unfailing love for Heraklia, and Heraklia hears the voice of the elder Bandsman. 'Right, right, settle down everyone. Hector, clearly you are one of the Band. We would be honored to have you. Heraklia, your heart is strong, your anger stronger. Cease your foolishness now, and prove yourself with the commoners in the proving. You yet may join the band, but only if you stop this public humiliation!'

[Mashugana]

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Well fuck me running

Heraklia bit back a retort, tears running down her own face as she kept it down in the dirt, tasting a bit of blood on her lip from hitting the ground, she'd lost, and horribly easily, and now she was humiliated in front of dozens of people. How could she ever show her face in Thebes again, even among the commoners?

And it was all her fault.

"Let me up." she said, her voice hollowed, bitter and dejected. "Please, at least let me stand and have some sort of dignity, Hector. And get your dick off of my rear."

She raised her voice enough for others to hear that, a rather spiteful edge in that last sentence.

[pornomancer]

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ya the rolls literally have not gone your way at ALL!

Murmurs and whispers followed Heraklia as she picked herself off the ground, a mix of humiliation and anger coursing through her. Hector patted his sister nervously before he was swept up by the Bandsmen, congratulations following him as he showed his prowess against his sister. While the men commented that Heraklia was touched by the gods, they seemed to think Hector must have been sired by the gods themselves, so comprehensive was his defeat and prowess despite his soft features.

The shame followed Heraklia, and it was only after a few seconds that she realized she was still naked. The leers of men disgusted her.... but she found herself getting aroused at their perverted gazing of her body. The looks of lust they showered on her was.... somehow dominating. Was this a side effect of having been beaten so comprehensively? Was this a curse of the gods?

[Mashugana]

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I bet that Hera did this.

Heraklia felt her body heat up and turn flush from the stares of the men around her, causing her to cover herself as best she could given the circumstances and make her way through the crowd, not saying a word for fear she'd say or do something brash again if she stuck around. The thought of those gazes and their owners, how they lusted after her and were amused by her defeat and humiliation... she shuddered, both enjoying the feeling and being disturbed by it as she tried to make her way back home, trying to keep to the alleyways and other less populated routes so she could get some clothes as she thought of what she should do now.

Hot headed as she was, Heraklia wasn't too stupid not to know that news about what had happened would spread through Thebes like wildfire, and the shame of it would undoubtedly come to her family as they learned of how she'd presented herself. Furthermore, she guessed that there would be a party celebrating Hector's ascension to the Band, and she felt her teeth grind in shame, anger and envy at the thought of having to sit there and congratulate him after what had happened.

After doing some thinking, she came to a conclusion.

She would probably wind up leaving Thebes.

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The bandsmen ignored Heraklia as she left the Agora, clearly paying no attention to the woman shamed before the entire crowd. Walking through the alleyways, Heraklia found herself passing by the poor of Thebes, the misbegotten slaves and non-citizens of Thebes who were little better than the helots Spartans kept as slaves on their estates. Despite her nudity and the humiliation in the agora, the wretches still saw Heraklia as a noble, and deferred their gaze, knowing they were unworthy of letting their eyes feast on a beauty such as her.

However, not everyone got that memo. At the end of one of the mazes of alleys, Heraklia was cornered by three men. 'Look, its the pathetic woman who thought she could best a man!' laughs one of them, a broad shouldered man with a body blistered from decades toiling in the sun. 'I think we should show her what a womans place truly is!' he laughed, dropping his trousers and revealing a large cock, turgid with the anticipation of fucking some sense into Heraklia.

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Heraklia wasn't paying attention when she'd found herself cornered, she'd honestly been too deep in thought and caught up in her bitterness to fully register her surroundings, thus, she found herself blinking at first when the three men approached her, and then gasping when the leader of the trio pulled down his trousers, his intent obvious. She then turned furious, how dare they think to approach her in such a manner! Did they believe that she was going to be easy prey just because she'd lost to her brother, who'd been training all his life for the Band!? The line of thought caused her blood to boil again, and rather than waste words on these fools, she decided to just go on the attack. If they wanted to fuck her, they'd have to pay in blood!

Opting to take the initiative, Heraklia suddenly shouted as loud as she could, a wordless warcry as she immediately kicked out, aiming for the vulgar cock in front of her, eyeing her like a snake!