Message-ID: <22618asstr$949576202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: MelLin6695@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="ISO-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id XAA19293 Subject: {ASSM} New TG from Waldo - Sword - Part 3 of 3 Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2000 06:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, apuleius, newsman Sword Part 3 is a continuation of Sword Parts 1 and 2 All rights reserved as noted in Part 1 Waldo A teary-eyed Jason is intently staring at his father's face as if he can't believe what he's hearing. Daphne rises from her chair and in one smooth move, pulls her son to his feet and into her lap as she sits back into her chair. The ten-year-old boy's feet are almost touching the floor as he sits on his mother's lap and she tightly holds him although he is almost as big as she is. Artemis uses the brief respite to re-light the pipe that had gone out before he resumes his story. When he resumes talking again, the passion is gone from his voice and his voice is that of a tired old man. "So I killed her, but she almost killed me first. I was badly hurt and should have got out of there, but I was too stunned and too stubborn to know better. I still had to kill the witch with my own hands to avenge my parents and my beloved. I tried to hand the sword back to Iolaus but he laughed that I was doing all right so far and refused to take it from me as he practiced a couple of jabs with my pitchfork. So leaving Morrigan's body lying where she died, we continued on back into the cave. Me with the sword. Iolaus with my pitchfork and the huge Hercules fearlessly walking slightly in front of us. There were a couple more wild animals that attacked us, but Hercules easily dispatched them also. Ah, it's something to watch the big man fight with only his bare hands, strength and courage. Then we came to the big cave where the old witch was waiting for us." Jason pulls away from his mother's gentle grasp and eases back down onto the dirt floor. Kneeling beside his father, he stares up at his father's face. "When we entered the cave, she cackled at us in an ancient voice that caused chills to rack my body. She screamed that there was only supposed to be one of us….Hercules. She screamed that her she-tiger was supposed to kill the rest of us while allowing Hercules to come into her cave. I moved to stand beside the big guy but Iolaus whispered in my ear to spread out so that we weren't tightly bunched. So Iolaus and I moved about twenty feet to the left side of Hercules as he talked to the old witch, trying to talk her into surrendering. Then she pulled a small rock out of her pocket and held it as if it was a dangerous weapon. I knew that she was going to throw it at Hercules and I couldn't let her do it. I didn't know what damage it could do to him but I didn't care. I just knew that it was probably dangerous and I didn't want to give her a chance to hurt anyone else. I raised my sword high, screamed and charged her. My stupid act surprised everyone. Before Hercules could move, I was half way across the room and between Hercules and the old witch. That's when she threw the rock at me." Artemis rises slowly to his feet and pulls the sword from the scabbard again. Holding the sword tightly in both hands as if he's getting ready to do battle again, his words become rushed as he continues his tale. "I surprised everyone but Iolaus who was watching me. The second that I moved, he moved with me and was running beside me as he tried to figure out how to stop me without getting carved up by this wildly swinging sword in my mad rush. He saw the witch throw the rock at me and he stepped forward, putting his body between that damn rock and me. At the time, I didn't know what was going on and was surprised to see him unexpectedly jump in front of me. I was even more surprised when he fell when the rock struck him. But I was too angry to be distracted by his collapsing body. She was reaching into her robe for something else by the time that I got to her and with one swinging blow, I severed her neck. I raised the sword high to strike her again but before I could hit her another blow, her head falls off. Yep, my first blow cut her head off. As soon as her lifeless body collapsed, I passed out. I was weak from my wounds and used all of my energy to kill the old witch." Artemis is standing in the middle of his cabin floor, holding the sword as he stares intently at the weapon. Daphne slowly rises to her feet and moves to her husband's side. Putting one arm around his waist and resting her other small hand on his large hands tightly holding the sword's hilt, she whispers, "Why don't you put the sword away. The stew is ready to eat and Jason now knows all that he needs to know at this time about that battle." The once warrior, now farmer, meekly obeys his wife's command. Jason jumps to his feet, his eyes gleaming as he asks, "What happened to Iolaus?" As Artemis puts the sword back into the scabbard, Daphne calmly picks up a large bowl and ladle from the table before answering the question asked of her husband. "Iolaus died that day. The rock that hit him had a strong magical spell that could destroy even someone as strong as Hercules. Iolaus didn't have a chance against its magic. Did you wash your hands earlier like I told you?" "Yes, mother. But how did he die? How can a thrown rock kill someone?" She begins dipping some of the stew from the blackened pot into the wooden bowl before she answers her son's question. "Just as David slew Goliath with a thrown rock, so did the witch's thrown rock end the life of Iolaus. The witch knew that Hercules was a very powerful adversary so she chose a magical spell that would totally transform the big strong man into something absolutely harmless to her. When the rock hit Iolaus, it…it…it…well all I'm going to say is that Iolaus died that day. That's all you need to know. Story time is over and it's time for our family to eat dinner. Please put my chair where it belongs at the table. Alcmene, put away your knitting and come help me serve the stew. It's time to eat." A few moments later the four of them are sitting at the table where the mother insists that the supper discussion be about subjects other than what Jason wants to discuss. Although the young man tries to frequently resume the discussion about the sword and the battle, Daphne uses her motherly skills to keep the dinner discussion more family oriented and uses the time to primarily talk to her daughter about other things that she can learn to knit also. As soon as dinner is over, she rushes her children into their beds, which is in a small room off of the main cabin. She stands behind Jason as he kneels beside his bed saying his prayers. "…and bless Mommy and Daddy and little Alcmene and little Artemis. And bless Hercules wherever he is. And thank you for taking care of my daddy in that witch's cave. And I especially thank you for sending Iolaus to take care of my father." While she is tucking him into his bed, he whispers a question that he had to know the answer to before he can go to sleep. She smiles at her son but doesn't answer his question. Instead she kisses him on the forehead, whispering, "Some things are better left unknown." Blowing the candle out, she pulls the door shut and re-enters the main room of the cabin. Her husband is banking the fire in the fireplace, preparing it so that it will burn lightly all night, keeping the small cabin warm. As he works on his evening chore, she takes a small brush and lightly brushes her long waist-length golden hair as she stands beside the crib looking at her sleeping youngest child. The baby is almost sixteen months old and still sleeps in the crib in the main room where she can monitor her youngest child from her nearby bed. When little Artemis gets to be three to four years old, she'll move him into the back bedroom with the other children to make room in the crib for another future baby that they would like to have. She casually moves across the room to the bed that is the only other piece of furniture in their sparse cabin. Unbuttoning her dress, she slips out of her clothes until she is totally naked, momentary reveling in a quick look at the firm breasts on her slender body. After glancing down at her lithe body and smiling at what she sees, she slides under the bed's heavy covers and waits patiently as her husband finishes doing his nightly chores and locks the cabin door with a huge wooden bar. When he is also naked and eases into bed beside her, she maneuvers into a position where she is resting on his outstretched arm and her warm body is curled up next to his body. For several long seconds, they are totally quiet as they enjoy the comfort of being in each other's arms. Then she lets her fingertips drift along his naked body until she finds his manhood. Holding the soft cock in her hand, she whispers "Did it hurt you to talk about it tonight?" He doesn't speak but barely shakes his head, acknowledging what she already knew. Cupping his warm cock in her fist, she adjusts her body so that her spread leg is resting on his leg and her warm breath is tickling his neck as she whispers again. "Some day, he's going to find out that I became pregnant with him within a couple of days of that battle." There isn't any sound coming from Artemis as he silently enjoys his wife's gentle hand on his cock that appears to be growing with each heartbeat. Her voice is still low but now has a husky sound that he enjoys hearing in her voice. "Some day, he's going to want to know where we met each other. After all, you and your family have lived here all your life. Everyone in the village knew you and Morrigan from the time that you were kids playing together. And then I came out of nowhere with no past and no life. I was a stranger, supposedly from a far-away land. Within two days of that battle in the cave where you killed the witch and Morrigan, you were introducing me to your friends and I was living with you as your wife." There still isn't any response coming from him except his free hand is slowly drifting up and down her naked body. Her lips find his ear lobe and she nibbles on his ear as she whispers in that seductive method that only lovers can describe. "He's a smart boy and the last thing that he asked me tonight, was if I was sure that Iolaus really died in that cave." Artemis rotates slightly so that his body is more parallel to his wife's body. He pulls her top leg over his leg and eases a knee high between her warm inner thighs before he answers the unspoken question in her statement. Kissing her gently on the lips, he lets his lips drift down to her soft neck where he nibbles gently while one hand is cupping her warm breast. His voice is soft but has the same husky sound when he finally resumes their discussion. "The witch knew that she couldn't control someone as strong as Hercules with normal methods. She knew that she had to find a way to strip him of his strength and power. What better way to bring down the mightiest man on Earth but to concoct a magical potion that would transform him into a beautiful woman that would instantly fall in love with the first man that the new woman saw? A soft woman who is more interested in being a good wife and mother than in being a strong warrior. A woman who is more comfortable with a cooking pot than with welding a sword. Yes, the evil witch didn't hit the person that the spell was designed to transform so the magical spell was cast against the unsuspecting Iolaus instead of Hercules. Yes, to the world, Iolaus did die that day but from his ashes came the most perfect woman in the world….You, my dearest. I'm the happiest man in the world because I was the first man leaning over you when you opened your eyes that first second after you were transformed into your new woman's body. When you opened your new blue eyes and raised your perfect head to kiss me, I was the most stunned man in the world. Just as your body had changed to be a young girl's shapely body, so had your face changed to be a softer feminine version of what you would have probably looked like if you had been born female instead of male. Just as your physical appearance changed, so did your thinking. You have your old memories but you think and act as if you had lived as a woman all of your life. Later when we found out exactly what happened to you and realized that there wasn't any way to reverse the permanent spell, I didn't know what to do. Just as Morrigan thought and acted as a tiger, so were you thinking and acting like a horny young woman in love with me. When you took care of my wounds that night, then slipped in my bed beside me to tightly hold me against your new breasts as I slept, I knew that fate had brought us together. I knew that you had been transformed into the beautiful woman that I would share the rest of my life with and would bear my children." "Fate. Nay, it was Hercules that suggested that we marry and made you promise to take care of me after he confirmed that there wasn't any way to break the spell and that I was no longer Iolaus. I'm so glad that it was you that I saw first because Hercules isn't ready to settle down yet and no woman can keep up with his hectic pace as he tries to keep the world safe." "I love you, Daphne." She squeezes his cock as she giggling asks in a teasing voice tone that they both know means that she wants some sex. "Little did we know back then when I tripped you that night beside the fire, how right you were when you said that I would be a dead man if I ever touched you again. My former self, Iolaus, is a dead man and I enjoy touching you very much. Tell me again, how you are going to kill me if I ever touch you again!" 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