Hercules enslaved - 2. The iron collar

As Hercules' battered form hung limply from the chains, Glaucetas let out a frustrated sigh. At the sight of Hercules’ huge muscles, he doubted whether the brutal beating would have effectively cowed the mighty demigod. With a curt nod, the captain motioned to his two hulking henchmen. "Douse him with water," he ordered, his eyes narrowing with a calculating glint. "We need our guest to be awake and aware for what comes next."

The burly pirates quickly complied, hefting a large bucket of frigid seawater and unceremoniously dumping it over Hercules' prone form. The icy deluge jolted the demigod back to consciousness, his eyes flying open as he sputtered and gasped for breath. Hercules' gaze immediately locked onto the pirate captain, his expression a mixture of defiance and weariness. The beating he had endured had taken a heavy toll, but the hero's legendary fortitude still shone through, unwavering in the face of his captors' cruelty as he pulled with whatever remaining strength on the heavy restraints.

The captain's thin lips curled into a sardonic grin as he observed the demigod's reaction. "Ah, so my hunch is spot on, you ARE the renowned Hercules, the mighty hero whose strength is the stuff of legends," he mused, his tone dripping with feigned admiration.

Hercules remained silent, his piercing eyes fixed on the captain, unwilling to provide his captors with any satisfaction.

"You know, I had my doubts at first," the captain continued, his fingers stroking his chin in a contemplative gesture. "But after witnessing your futile attempts to break those chains, I can see that the stories about you are true."

With a snap of his fingers, the captain motioned to one of his henchmen, who quickly returned carrying a heavy, iron collar. Hercules tensed as the burly pirate approached, the ominous device glinting in the dim light of the hold.

"This should keep you properly restrained," the captain said, a malicious gleam in his eyes. "We wouldn't want our honored guest to try anything foolish, now would we?"

Before Hercules could react, the henchman roughly seized the demigod's head, forcing it down as the captain moved in, the iron collar clutched firmly in his grasp. Hercules felt the cold, unyielding metal close around his neck. The captain inserted what looked like a thick iron hex key into the hatch at the back of the collar, the true horror unfolded when the captain started to rotate the hatch with the key. As the hatch turned, the collar tightened with a chilling click. Hercules felt the constriction around his neck, the pressure slowly increasing. Each breath became a struggle, the collar constricting his airway, making it difficult to draw in the precious oxygen he needed. But the captain did not stop there even as the hero's breath caught in his throat while a strangled gasp escaped his lips. With a few more turns of the key, the collar constricted mercilessly as Hercules thrashed wildly in the restraints, the pressure building until Hercules could barely draw a full breath. His vision began to blur, dark spots dancing across his field of view as his body fought against the relentless grip of the device.

As the captain withdrew the key, he watched with a twisted sense of satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic triumph. "You see, my dear Hercules," he purred, leaning in closer to the struggling demigod, "even the mightiest of heroes are powerless when they cannot breathe."

Hercules strained against the manacles, his huge muscles bulging as he tried to break free. But the steel remained unyielding as he desperately tried to catch his breath, the captain's mastery of this form of torture was evident in the way he had calibrated the device to maximize Hercules' suffering while preventing his legendary strength from recovering. As the demigod's vision narrowed and his consciousness began to ebb, the captain leaned in even closer, his breath hot against Hercules' ear. "Rest assured, hero," he whispered, "your strength will return, but by then, you will have learned the true meaning of obedience."

With that, the captain stepped back, leaving Hercules to his agonizing struggle for breath, the demigod's legendary power now reduced to a cruel mockery in the face of his captors' relentless cruelty.

As the pirate ship cut through the choppy waves, Hercules remained trapped in the dimly lit hold, his neck encased in the unyielding grip of the iron collar. Each labored breath was a battle, the pressure constricting his airway and sending waves of dizziness and nausea through his battered frame. The demigod tugged futilely at the chains that bound his wrists, his legendary strength reduced to a mere mortal. The brutal beating he had endured had sapped his energy, and the lack of oxygen only served to exacerbate his weakened condition.

As the ship sailed ever closer to its next port of call, the pirate captain returned to the hold, his beady eyes appraising Hercules with a mixture of curiosity and malice. "You know, Hercules," the captain murmured, his tone dripping with a sardonic amusement, "I've heard tales of your legendary feats, of your unwavering courage in the face of even the mightiest of foes. But here you are, reduced to a prisoner, all because you dared to defy me."

Hercules remained silent, his jaw clenched as he fought against the burning ache in his lungs, the desperate need for air that threatened to overwhelm him.

"Oh, don't you worry, my friend," the captain continued, his lips curling into a twisted smile. "We'll be arriving at our destination soon, and I'm sure our buyers will be more than eager to see what the mighty Hercules had been reduced to. But in the meantime, let me see if the legend about your prowess is real".

With a cruel chuckle, the captain torn away what’s remaining of Hercules’ loincloth, revealing an eye opening size of manhood. Adding insult to injury, the pirate captain started fondling Hercules’ huge manhood with his palm until a proud hardon was displayed, as the pirates watched on and chuckled at the unexpected entertainment. Hercules struggled violently to no avail as he gasped for precious air. The pirate captain stepped up the torment by rubbing the sensitive cock head with his calloused palm. The strange mix of pain and pleasure was driving Hercules to the verge of insanity. The humiliation seemed to last an eternity when the pirate captain finally turned and left, the sound of his retreating footsteps echoing through the hold and leaving Hercules alone once more, trapped in a living hell of his captors' making. As the hours passed, the demigod's agony only intensified, the lack of oxygen taking an ever-greater toll on his body. Hercules felt his strength waning, his vision growing increasingly hazy as the darkness crept in, threatening to consume him.

Hercules' eyes flew open as a sudden splash of frigid water jolted him back to consciousness. The demigod gasped for breath, his lungs burning from the torment of the iron collar that still constricted his neck. Days without sustenance, coupled with the agony of the unyielding collar, had sapped his legendary strength, leaving him vulnerable and powerless before his captors. The pirate captain loomed over Hercules, a twisted smirk upon his weathered features.

"Welcome back, my dear Hercules," he sneered, his gaze appraising the demigod's battered form with a mixture of contempt and triumph. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't make it."

With a snap of his fingers, the captain summoned a pair of his burly henchmen, who moved to release Hercules from the chains that bound his wrists. But the restraints were quickly replaced by heavy manacles binding his wrists at the back so he could never reach the collar and break it, even if he had the strength. Heavy chains also bound the hero’s ankles so he could only take small steps. Finally, the captain affixed a heavy chain to the unyielding collar around the demigod's neck. "There, that's better," the captain purred, giving the chain an experimental tug. "Can't have our most prized captive wandering off, now can we?"

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