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Hercules vs the Leather Cult - 4
Hercules woke to the full return of his strength. The claw wounds in his abs had closed completely, the demigod flesh knitted smooth and hard once more. Power surged through the dense muscle of his chest, arms, and thighs. For a moment he almost believed he could tear the chains from the stone. Then he felt the cold metal against his groin. He now lay spread upon a rough stone altar, stripped naked. In place of the loincloth sat a sinister mechanical spider, its legs locked tight around the base of his cock and the soft flesh beneath. A gift—or a curse—left by the Spider Monster.
Red light pulsed from its glowing eyes as it sank its needles deep. A thin pin slid into his phallus, probing and jabbing at the one place no muscle could shield. Everywhere else his body was hard as stone; here the spider found the soft, unprotected core and struck without mercy.
Agony exploded through him. Hercules arched hard against the chains, every massive muscle standing out in sharp relief. A raw scream tore from his throat as the device drank his strength in waves of searing, venomous pain that burned like liquid fire through his core. The power that had just returned drained away again, faster this time, leaving his hyper-muscular body thrashing and helpless on the cold stone altar.