Amazonian Mischief (Wave and Cinder)

WaveVelour · Jan 20, 2020

It had been almost a century since the god of war tasted defeat at the hands of the Amazonian princess. Amongst the many enemies she fought since then, the mythical being remained to be one of her major adversaries she had ever faced. Diana had discovered her true self, what she really was capable of during that climactic battle against her formidable foe. Defeating Ares had only been possible when the queen of amazons unleashed her true potential that day. Since then, Diana had grown to control her powers better and use them more efficiently in the battle against evil. She had embraced herself as the protector of the whole world and not just the island of Themyscira, acting as the fragile bridge between men and her kind. With the new age, Diana had made new friends of different strengths and attributes. Although her methods hadn’t changed over the years, she too had learned to take advantage of modern technology. Thanks to one of her resourceful colleagues, she had discovered some evidence that led her to suspect her biggest enemy’s return. The evidence was pointing to a virgin forest far from civilization.

Now more confident of her powers and abilities, experienced heroine had embarked on a lonely journey to strangle this menace at birth, before the god of war gained his former strength back. He was a cunning entity that feed upon conflict. Even when he had a worldwide war to empower his already potent Olympian abilities, Diana had managed to defeat her foe. This time too, the confident Amazonian princess was determined to stop her wicked enemy. Since the mythical being's defeat at the hands of the amazon, years hadn’t taken away anything from the woman’s beauty. Her athletic form was perhaps the best example of an amazon’s striking physique. A fit body that was shaped through centuries of training and exercising, Diana’s gifted features were certainly worthy of the name queen of amazons. Her ceremonial battle attire hadn’t changed, the athletic woman still carrying colors blue and red. Her firm breasts were tight and secure beneath the dark red bodice that covered her top. Multilayered strips of leather formed a short skirt below her waist. It allowed the dynamic heroine to move freely, in the expense of exposing her long legs. Long black strands of the woman were loose, reflecting the dynamism of the amazon.

The desolate wilderness didn’t disorient the demigod heroine as Diana followed a straight path between tall trees and over lush fields. She would preferred the greenery over the crowd of the city as it made her at home. Harshness of the environment wasn’t enough to tire a woman with superhuman stamina. Her hair swayed, her magical shield and sword clanged on her back as she walked through the woods. At the end of her journey, she found an ancient temple in the middle of the forest. A divine place seemed to be the perfect spot for her adversary to gain his powers. Although she was very well aware of her enemy’s unquestionable strength, practically nothing scared the fearless warrior queen. The brunette warrior was a venturous woman who liked to face her enemies directly unlike some of her colleagues who preferred a more tactical approach. Her booted feet climbed the stone stairs as she quickly delved into the temple. “I know you’re here!” Diana’s loud shout announced the confident heroine’s arrival.

Cinder · Jan 20, 2020

He remembered that one fateful day all too well. The pain from the lightning going straight through his body had been nearly unbearable. Being a God, he was immortal, but Diana had definitely taken him out of the picture for a couple of decades. But as he had predicted back then in the nineteen forties, humans kept starting conflict after conflict… So he had fed off of their rage, of their hatred for each other and finally it had led to him creating some sort of a physical form. It was far from perfect and unable to properly wield his vast powers just yet but would have to do for now. Besides, all he needed was time: time to make the world bleed once more like he had done so many times before. And with the current world leaders at each other’s throats, he didn’t think it would be all that hard to accomplish.

And indeed it wasn’t. With every whisper, with every message, with every hint, he could feel their anger reach new heights. It was only a matter of time before a new war would break out, a war that would bring him back to his former glory. With every passing day, he could feel his strength increase and as it happened, he could feel his body grow stronger. Because of his rebirth, said body looked younger than it had years prior, showing off powerful muscles on arms and legs, his abs revealing great strength. He had decided to go back to the outfit he had preferred back when the Romans and the Greeks had ruled the earth, with seemingly heavy metal plates covering his shoulders and upper arms, using leather straps to make sure they remained in place. He had repeated the process with his shins, wearing lighter, leather boots under heavier, iron shin protectors. Two leather flaps formed some sort of a skirt around his waist and part of his upper legs, completing the set. He was proud of his body’s appearance and wasn’t afraid to show it, hence why his chest remained bare.

He turned his head as a familiar voice echoed through the corridors, narrowing his eyes as he felt the rage build within him. His ‘darling’ stepsister. The woman who had singlehandedly stopped him from creating a much better world, from taking back what the humans had stolen from them in their rage and their hatred for each other. He believed he was doing the right thing, he really did, but it seemed Diana refused to see it. She believed in love. A sentiment he despised. It existed, he knew, but it was small compared to that of humanity’s anger, hate, and bloodlust. And yet… Yet she had managed to defeat him. And here she was again. It was a mystery to him how she had found him so quickly, but he guessed it couldn’t be helped.

Grunting, the God pulled a heavy axe off the ground, the metal of his shin pad making a slight clinging sound as he briefly reinforced it before moving in the direction of the voice with heavy steps, the sound of his foot making contact with the floor echoing slightly. Like Diana, Ares could care less about strategic approaches. He preferred to face his foes head-on, which was exactly what he was going to do right now. He knew she was powerful enough to beat him, definitely in his current state, but he was determined to prove he was right. That hate was all humans lived for.

“Hello, Diana. You didn’t think you’d see me again, did you?” his voice was low and threatening, and soon the God’s physical form stood in front of the superheroine, about twenty feet away from her. “Tell me… Do you still believe humans have some good in them? Surely you’ve realized by now that all they do is fight each other?”

WaveVelour · Jan 21, 2020

It didn’t take long for the renowned warrior princess to find her infamous enemy in the quiet temple. Or rather, he himself showed his presence to the woman. So, the intel was actually accurate, god of war had returned. That was giving Diana no choice, but drive the evil away once again like she did many years ago. Last time, her enemy had made the critical mistake of underestimating his opponent. He was less likely to do the same. At the same time, he was facing a more assertive Wonder Woman now, one who had better control over her powers. She was a more matured crime fighter now. Although Diana wasn’t naïve enough to blame her cunning adversary for every wrongdoing of men, she knew how strong of an influence he could have over mortals.

When no ordinary mortals were around to trick, theatrics were not necessary. Similar to the confident heroine, the man was in a more traditional attire, certainly looking the part of a higher mythical being from an older era. He had the shape of a capable warrior. His body carried the mighty features of a Greek statue. Diana didn’t know how much of his godly powers the man managed to summon. Regardless, he was a formidable foe, whom the amazonian princess didn’t fear to confront. In fact, the woman believed to be the only person who could do so. More than anyone else, it was her duty to shield the world from her treacherous half-brother’s persecution. Before him, Diana kept her upright gait. Her long legs shoulder width apart, she stood tall and confident in front of her dangerous opponent.

“Ares…” Whilst the man had destroyed the other, Diana drew a new Amazonian sword. The real weapon was the woman herself though. Her last encounter with Ares had made the warrior princess understand that only the hand that used it mattered and not the actual weapon itself. That being said, she had received the aid of the magical artifacts she carried countless times, primarily her lasso and bracelets. Both incredibly beneficial relics for the amazon’s fight against injustice. “Some do.” Diana subtly responded. Her free hand reached to her back as the woman pulled her golden shield. Ornate engravings on the round object shined towards the topless figure standing before her fit form.

The cunning god’s words were poisonous. The amazon’s evil counterpart held wicked motivations that could be only explained as malignant and destructive. “And I’ll keep fighting for those who cannot fight for themselves!” The brunette warrior exclaimed, the old temple amplifying her words. “HAA!” Not waiting any longer, Diana roared. Stone floor under her feet cracked as the warrior princess darted out. Her shield out on the front, the woman plunged forward in a blur to ram her shield against her old enemy.

Cinder · Jan 22, 2020

He remembered all too well that he had underestimated her the last time, so it definitely wouldn’t happen again. The problem was that he didn’t really know how strong she had become over the decades, as there was no doubt in his mind that she had indeed grown stronger. Or at least she looked stronger, not necessarily physically, but definitely mentally. She had an aura of confidence around her and that worried him, for he knew he was nowhere near his full strength yet. He really had hoped it would’ve taken her longer to find him, that he would’ve had more time to prepare for her inevitable arrival, but she had left him no choice.

He watched her draw her sword and a smirk tugged at his lips, remembering all too well what he had done to the other one. “Fool. You know mortal weapons can’t hurt me”, his low voice rumbled, almost making it sound like the growl of a wild animal. It was nothing more but a trial to make her doubt herself, in reality, fully knowing that while the weapon itself didn’t pose a threat to him, the hand that wielded it did, which in turn made it possible to injure him. “Only a God can kill a God…” It was a bit of an exaggeration, he guessed, considering he was still alive, although it was possible she couldn’t fully kill him because she was ‘only’ a demigod. It would make sense, but even Ares didn’t know the real answer to that question.

“You haven’t learned a thing, have you?” he asked as she now stood before him with sword and shield in hand, lifting the heavy battleaxe to hold it with both hands, narrowing his eyes as he shifted his legs a bit, slightly moving from foot to foot in the process to ensure he could change his stance within a matter of seconds. “What have they ever done for you, Diana? Even the one who ‘loved’ you left you behind all those years ago”, he said, referring to Steve’s sacrifice back in the World War. He believed it had been a rather despicable act: instead of staying with the one he ‘loved’, he had decided to try and gain the honor all for himself. A selfish act that, in his eyes at least, only proved his point. Humans were despicable, unable to care for others, instead preferring to destroy each other than to work together.

And then she charged. He guessed he should've expected it, considering she had been the one to attack first the last time too. Her fearless attitude Ares could respect, for she was probably the only one willing to throw herself at a God without hesitation. Bracing himself, he stretched his arms and soon felt her shield collide with the belly of his own weapon, feeling himself move slightly because of the sudden impact, the floor cracking slightly beneath his feet. He grunted, immediately feeling she had grown stronger and that his own strength was nowhere near it used to be. If he had to guess, then he wouldn’t be able to win a test of strength, meaning he would have to try and go for more ‘refined’ tactics.

“If only you could see them for who they really are, Diana”, he growled before finally trying to shift his body to the left while also increasing the pressure with the same arm, hoping to use her momentum against her and make her stumble past.

WaveVelour · Jan 23, 2020

Sharp clang of the Amazonian shield resounded within the stone walls as the golden object hit at the man’s choice of weapon with great force. Not only righteousness, but anger too fueled her will of fighting in this case. Especially when the god of war reminded the woman the sad fate of her deceased lover, a clear fury sparked within the Amazon’s brown eyes. Diana of course understood the sacrifice of the war hero, but part of her still found it a selfish act as her enemy put it. He had chosen to save the day, and left the warrior princess to save the world instead, alone. Steve was a great man the Amazonian warrior mourned for a long time. Not everyone had the charm and spirit to attract an Amazon after all. And a man to impress one, to manage to convince an Amazon to spread her legs for some passionate moments could have very well considered the manhood’s biggest achievement of the past century. Now enraged more, Diana swung her ornate sword fiercely to test whether the weapon could indeed hurt a god or not. The sharp metal cut through the air in a shrill whistle. The blade drew a continuous, wide arc across the air as Ares shifted to the side and dodged out of the way of the weapon.

A sharp tongue was no less effective of a weapon than the mythical being’s axe as the words of the princess’ cunning foe wounded the renowned heroine. Diana lowered her brows at her ancient adversary, a clear fire burning in her beady eyes. Sometimes her strength, and sometimes a weakness, her curious nature and emotional side had always been features that separated the brunette woman from her sisters in Themyscira. She had hope for humanity, so much so that made her willing to protect them. However, she was no longer the naïve princess she once were, who blamed an upper being’s influence for all of the mankind’s wrongdoings. In fact, even after Ares’ defeat they had started a war bigger than the last. “I respect them as they are Ares.” Diana suggested, hopping a few feet behind to put some distance between herself and the muscular man. She knew trying to reason with her wicked half-brother was a lost cause. Despite his many skills in deception, he wouldn’t be able to understand the concept of love and sympathy. “…not judge them for what they should have been.” The brunette warrior raised her shield.

Wounding a god, defeating him was a difficult concept to truly comprehend. However, Diana was named godkiller for a reason. Honestly, she had more in common with Ares than weak mortals, but she was also aware that her half brother had to be stopped before it was too late. Her golden shield dropped on the ground with a sharp bang as Diana let it go of her hand. She abandoned her defensive stance for a more aggressive approach. Another time, the 6’ heroine rushed forward like an arrow. Her sword was clenched tight in her hand, although she didn’t use that particular weapon. The woman got low and slid across the floor, using the strength of her long Amazonian legs to tackle her enemy off the cracked ground below him.

Cinder · Jan 23, 2020

He could feel the air shift as her sword barely missed his shoulder, repositioning himself slightly so they stood across of each other yet again, as if they had just simply switched sides. “You feel it, don’t you? The anger? The fury?” He smirked a bit, knowing full well he had touched a sore chord by bringing up her deceased lover. “You’re just like them, Diana. You know that I’m right. You know that humans live to destroy and for their own glory. That’s why you’re so angry with him. Because he left you behind the moment you needed him the most.” He took a couple of steps back, his moves echoing slightly as he did so, raising his own axe in response to her raising her shield. Her words echoed in his mind and he groaned, shaking his head in disbelief. How could someone be so short-sighted? How could someone not see the truth, even if it was right in front of them? Zeus hadn’t created these humans to destroy they Earth! They didn’t deserve it, and yet here she was, his half-sister, telling him that they had to respect them for what they were.

”They only seek to destroy what my... our father created. And when I tried to make things right, they all turned against me. They destroyed everything, Diana, how can you not see that? How can you still believe in those... those creatures?” he slammed the hilt of his axe against the floor in frustration, the sound filling the room for a brief moment as she dropped her shield, seemingly planning on taking a more offensive approach this time. He guessed she had realized that his strength was not what it used to be, planning to take advantage of it. He couldn’t really blame her if that was indeed the case.

But he wouldn’t go down willingly, so the moment she started to run towards him, he wasted no time lifting his axe, ready to smash it down with everything he had. “Wha-!” he was unprepared for her next move, however, having expected a strike of the sword. Instinctively he tried to step out of the way, but the brief hesitation cost him dearly as she hit his left leg in the process, making him grunt in pain as his knee gave way beneath him, the force of her tackle enough to make him lose his balance. The axe smashed the floor to pieces but completely missed its mark for the rest as he dropped to a knee.

Slowly, he rose back to his feet, turning towards her with furious eyes. He had had enough of this. Knowing he couldn’t properly manipulate his surroundings yet, he knew he’d have to do it the old fashioned way, so he started to run in the Amazonian’s direction, raising the axe as high as he could before letting it soar downwards, not even trying to hide he was going straight for the head. His movements were a bit sloppier because of the hit on his knee, but it only fueled his anger as he let out a primal roar as he tried to strike.

WaveVelour · Jan 24, 2020

Last time Diana defeated the evil god, it had seemed like a definitive end that no man could survive. Her enemy of course was no ordinary man, not human, very different than the Amazon’s other struggles. Now she could see that she had merely caused a delay when she broke him into pieces as her treacherous foe stood in the flesh once more. How wrong her mother was assuming he would never return. He looked different, but sounded the same, giving her the same lecture on humans, how irredeemable they really were. Of course, the Amazonian princess would fight as much as she could in favor of innocent and pure, keep battling to drive the conflict away. However, she didn’t know what more she could do to ensure Ares hadn’t returned as her last victory had already seemed pretty conclusive given what she had done to the man. Since destroying an evil god proved to be a difficult task, perhaps Diana should impose other punishments for the powerful being’s redressment. In the name of justice of course.

Dropping the man on one knee, the athletic brunette quickly got to her feet. She used her sword to stop her momentum, flashy sparks flew out of her blade as it ground against the floor. So far, the evidence was telling her that the god of war hadn’t regained all of his strength back on mortal plane. Rushing into the place as soon as she was informed on the possible return of her old enemy appeared to be a good idea after all. Regardless, he was still a dangerous foe who had to be handled with care. “No, it is you who destroys everything Ares.” The tall Amazon claimed. “You slayed them all!” She mentioned the fate of the other gods at the hands of her treacherous enemy. Not before Zeus put the events that would stop his corrupt son in motion though as the beautiful Amazon now indeed stood confident in front of the god of war. “I can see it well.” Diana set her brown eyes on the man. “You are a monster.” Her glances swept her adversary’s muscular body, watched the well-built man lift his imposing axe for an undoubtedly strong blow aimed at the princess.

When her peaked senses slowed things down in the heat of the battle, it allowed a better observation. Although sharp and magical, Ares’ weapon dwarfed the Amazon’s ornate sword in comparison, similar to how his brawny body could shame even the most trained crime fighter. If she were to lower the bottom piece of his battle attire, Diana guessed the rest of her adversary’s body would put the mortal men to shame as well. From the leather flaps below the man’s waist, The Amazon’s fierce eyes moved up, following two burly arms raising the hefty axe high in the air. The more power he put into his swing, the better. She launched her sword into the ground. The sharp blade pierced the very stone and stuck to the floor. When no innocent were around to be harmed, Diana had no issue causing a bang. Olive skinned heroine crossed her arms before her charming face. She pulled one of her long legs back to brace for the impact. The bracelets she wore began to shine brightly to absorb Ares’ powerful blow and deflect it back against its owner.

Cinder · Jan 24, 2020

Ares had actually expected to die all those years ago, the sight of the lightning soaring towards him still fresh in his mind. And yet here he was once more, not nearly as powerful as before, but he was alive and that was what counted. Still, she had definitely shown him that she was capable of terrifying things and he would rather not go through it again. Being unable to die didn’t mean you couldn’t feel pain, after all. No, he would have to get rid of Wonder Woman somehow, though he wasn’t sure if that was really possible. While not a God, she possessed all kinds of abilities as well, making him wonder if it was even possible to kill her.

“I did what was necessary to save this world!”, he roared as the blade of his axe briefly reflected the small bit of sunlight that managed to infiltrate the temple, his anger only increasing as she mentioned him murdering the other Gods. While it was true that he had killed them, including parts of his family, he had done so in a trial to save the world from an evil they refused to see. And he knew for a fact that Diana understood he wasn’t all that wrong. She had shown glimpses of it during their last fight, crushing soldiers with just a single blow right after her lover had committed suicide. He knew she had the potential, but her heart was too soft to understand it would take sacrifices. He knew that, because of her having lived in the human world for so long, she had created some sort of a soft spot for them. And that made it so she didn’t see that this world didn’t need humans… which meant the world didn’t need her. Not anymore. He used to believe he could make her see the path to the truth, but that hope had died along with his body from all those years ago.

“The monster you speak of is outside of this temple”, he said as he stormed towards the Amazon, his axe high in the air as it soared towards its target. The muscular man half and half expected her to use her sword to block it or dodge it by sidestepping, but his eyes widened as she braced herself, lifting her arms in front of her and leaving him no chance to switch up his attack. The moment the blade made contact with the superheroine’s bracelets and a loud, metallic bang filled the area as the collision created a powerful shockwave around the duo, sweeping the God off his feet. He literally got blasted into a wall and dropped to the floor, his axe on the floor right in front of the heroine’s feet, having lost his grip the moment the strike had been deflected.

Grunting, the God slowly but surely pushed himself to his knees and then to his feet, standing on rather wobbly legs for a couple of seconds as he tried to regain his bearings. The few armor pieces he wore had been greatly damaged, the one on his left arm now loosely hanging by one remaining strap and clear cuts in the skirt showing parts of his upper legs. Luckily for him, the body itself was nearly indestructible, meaning blood loss was something he wouldn’t have to worry about. Still, it was at this point that the man knew his half-sister had bested him a second time. A small smirk appeared on his face as he thought about it. It was only now that he realized that they had reached the point where she could try and kill him a second time, but… “You cannot destroy me, Diana. Whatever you do, I’ll keep returning… And one day, I’ll create a world that was supposed to exist today.” It were supposed to be his final words, he guessed, as he felt his relatively weak body was nearing its limits already. If only he’d had more time… He guessed he'd have to find a better hiding spot next time.

“So go on. Kill me. See if it works this time.”

WaveVelour · Jan 25, 2020

Loud bang created by the man’s axe hitting at her golden bracelets shook the entire building, dust falling down the ceiling and small rocks trembling across the place. It was a powerful blow only harmful to its owner as Diana’s armor cuffs deflected the impact. Amazon’s eyes squinted, her long hair strands streamed wildly, muscles in her body fluttered as the shockwave pushed the god of war against the wall behind. Before Ares fell back on the ground, his muscular body hitting at it with great force formed large cracks in the wall. When Diana uncrossed her bare arms, they revealed the defeated sight of the man at her feet. Her eyes looked down at the powerful being, struggling to get to his feet while the Amazon towered above her fallen arch enemy. At least he could have caught a nice view of the Amazon’s wonderful legs as he rose up.

While the god’s earthly body looked roughed up, that didn’t take anything from his cunning talk. Diana had beaten many foes. Once down at her feet, most used to have a change of heart below the imposing figure who bested them. Not this one though. He remained loyal to his cause. Sadly, his motives required unacceptable deeds. While he hated mortals, lesser beings, Diana saw a very earthly issue in the man, madness. For a moment, especially when beaten, Ares looked less like a monster that needed to be destroyed as she claimed earlier, and more like a mad villain that needed rehabilitation. Tasting defeat a second time should already be a big punishment for the powerful god, but he might have needed additional penalty for his warmongering.

Her hand once again gripped the hilt of her ornate sword as Diana pulled the blade from the stone floor. Sharp tip of the weapon pointed at the man’s throat as she drew the sword up. “I’ve learned Ares.” The Amazon began to explain. “Building a better world, instead of destroying a bad one. That’s what matters.” She pulled her sword back, only to swiftly thrust it forward. The weapon went through the gap between his shoulder and metal plate that covered it. A sharp sweep ripped the said armor piece off the man’s shoulder. “I have no hope you would understand.” Similarly, the tall brunette dismembered the other shoulder piece off his muscular torso as well. To fully understand the goodness in humanity, she had to spend time with them, learn their strengths and weaknesses. The strict, confident Amazon used her magic sword skillfully. “Not unless you first feel what they feel.” Repeated swings of her weapon rang in the great hall. “Guilt. Joy. Remorse. Fear.” Diana uttered a list of emotions she too had experienced. Every sharp sweep of her magical blade cut a different leather strap, disjointed another piece of armor.

Soon, Wonder Woman once again put her sword down. The athletic heroine lifted one foot and pressed it on the man’s bare chest to lay her weakened enemy across the floor. Her foot still on Ares’s body, she leaned down. Gravity deepened her cleavage, added her bust more volume. “Humiliation.” Diana added lastly. One strong feminine hand hooked into the god’s skirt-like bottom piece. The Amazon pulled on it hard, strictly tearing and removing the article off the man’s hips.

Cinder · Jan 25, 2020

He would have caught those legs too, if it hadn’t been for him having his eyes closed as he got back to his feet, grunting and huffing with every move. He now understood what it meant to be powerless, to be human in a way, believing that this was what humans felt during their daily lives. And that included the anger, too. He didn’t believe they were capable of feeling anything else and ironically, it made him feel pretty much the same. While his final motive was to build a different world, his means to get there were much like those of humans, who went to war to achieve what they wanted to achieve. Still, he believed he was a lot different from them, for not only was he a God, but he had never started a war. He had only given them ‘inspiration’, so to speak, and had left them free to do whatever they wanted afterward.

He rose his head slightly as she spoke about ‘having learned’. “You clearly don’t know how to make a sacrifice”, he groaned, slightly spreading his arms as she pulled back her sword, watching it come closer and already accepting it, only to suddenly feel it go straight through the gap between his shoulder and armor, gasping slightly in surprise. “What are you…”, he didn’t have the time to complete his sentence as she continued stabbing away at his armor, revealing more of his body with every move until only the skirt and boots remained. “Really, Diana? Do you really think you can stop me just by stripping me? Unlike you, I actually don’t need bracelets or anything of the like to gain strength.”

Groaning as she pressed him back to the floor with relative ease with her foot, he instinctively placed his hands around the ankle, pulling at it with everything he had which wasn’t all that much anymore. While his outfit didn’t done anything for him, the short struggle beforehand had already depleted his strength, which only frustrated him even more. “Are you too weak to kill me? Are you afraid? What are you waiting for?” He wanted this to end quickly, but it didn’t look like she was willing to give him that.

“Humiliation.” The word rang in his head like poison, slowly starting to understand what she had in store for him. While the Amazon was a beautiful specimen, there wasn’t a single vein in his body that wanted her to touch him in such a way… And yet there was little he could do to protect himself. Even as she leaned down and showed him her assets from up close while grabbing a hold of his leather skirt, he was unable to do much else besides pulling at the foot on his chest, though it was impossible to get it off. “And what do you hope to achieve this way?" The cold air touched his member as it was now completely visible, indeed putting many mortal men to shame. Grunting, he let go of her boot, knowing it didn’t help him in the slightest, and simply stared up at her with narrowed eyes, demanding some sort of an explanation. Surely she didn’t think this would destroy him, for he knew for a fact that it wouldn’t. While it would definitely be humiliating considering his status as a God, it wouldn’t help her case in the slightest, or at least not for as far that he could tell, unless she had different plans.

WaveVelour · Jan 26, 2020

No matter what kind, Diana was aware that any punishment she found fitting to her fallen opponent wouldn’t mean much for a being above anything human. She knew this visage was a mere reflection of his true mighty self. A mortal punishment required a mortal body though, one that felt pain and pleasure. For a powerful being who saw himself higher than anyone else, an attack aimed at his pride seemed to be a proper treatment. It had already begun too, even before Diana tore his armor off. The moment her adversary lay under the Amazon’s boot, tugging at her foot, he didn’t look like a powerful god, but a prisoner of the Amazonian princess. On the bright side, he had lost to the fiercest one, and of course, the most beautiful one.

Like his ego and self-esteem, what Diana uncovered beneath his skirt was immodest and big. For someone who had no business with humane desires, he had given himself quite a hefty tool. The Amazon’s judging eyes spent some time staring at the man’s impressive member as it was kind of a distracting sight when it was fully exposed like that. Unlike his bared opponent, it was true Diana greatly depended on the artifacts she wore in the battles she fought. They weren’t just mere decorations or shiny ornaments. While Diana was still a strong and capable fighter without her gear, stripping them away would have lowered some of her abilities. The princess never denied that she received their aid in battle either. That she used her magical artifacts to give herself an edge in combat. “Bracelets of submission.” Diana talked about one of them. “Guess what they do?” Looking down at her defeated adversary, Wonder Woman asked with a smirk.

The tall Amazon straightened herself up, pulling her booted leg off the man as well. Instead, her soft hands reached for Ares, grasping the god of war from his ankles. She lifted his legs up in the air. Between them, one of her feet found the man’s impressive package. “I won’t kill you Ares.” Diana explained. Like a pedal, the Amazon began to press her boot on his manhood. “You’ll spend the rest of your days thinking about Amazonian justice.” His balls were first to compress under Wonder Woman’s boot. “How me, the queen of Themyscira, crushed you.” The tall brunette lowered her dark brows at the man. Tip of her boot pushed against the hilt of the god’s member, bending that sizely organ towards his muscular stomach. Using full force of her strong, long legs would be too cruel, but Diana still trampled on his cock to make her point.

As if turning a wide wheel, Diana twirled her hands to roll Ares on his stomach. As the man lay facedown, Wonder Woman took the man between her wondrous legs as the princess towered above her weakened foe. Her feet placed at each side of the stripped man, Diana leaned down. She wrapped one arm around his neck. “Alright, up.” The strict Amazon ordered, pulling the man up to his knees and hands.

Cinder · Jan 26, 2020

The physique of his body was never really related to his actual strength, for he usually was stronger than he seemed. Today, however, it was probably the other way around, for his body was muscular and strong while the god was weakened. His ego was still the same, however, and to be at his halfsister's mercy was definitely something he didn't enjoy. He doubted that anything she was capable of could make things worse, for simply the fact she could stand there, one boot on his chest without having to worry about him was probably the worst punishment she could ever dish out to him. Or at least, that's what he believed, for he had yet to understand that in his current state, he could as well have been a mere human. His strength sapped by his own attack and having started this fight in a weakened state, he could feel pain much like any human. On the other hand, he probably didn't appreciate the view of her long, powerful legs as much as a normal man would have.

"Surprise me...", he grunted as she spoke about her bracelets, though he could actually take a guess. The name pretty much gave it away, though he was determined to never submit to her, no matter what she did to him. She might have defeated him, but he would never bow before her, or at least not without her having to force him to his knees. As she grabbed a hold of his ankles, he tried to somewhat push himself up, leaning on his arms as he watched her with some sort of interest, yet also with clear fury in his eyes. He hated the fact there was nothing he could do about this whole situation and she probably knew that, for she was talking slowly, which usually meant they believed they had all the time in the world. The worst thing was: she probably had.

His eyes widened as the heroine suddenly started to press her foot on top of the most sensitive part of his weakened body, grunting in pain as she slowly but surely pushed on, first squishing his balls before gently yet forcefully trampling his dick as it got pressed against his waist and lower stomach, gasping and unable to properly speak because of the burning sensation. It was at that moment that he realized that not only did he have weakened strength and almost no control over his usual powers, but the body was also subject to pain... And loads of it too. He clenched his fists and closed his eyes as he pressed his head against the floor, grunting and groaning as she forced him to listen to her, shaking his head slightly. And before he even knew what had happened, he found himself on his stomach, one arm around his neck as she cut off his airflow to pull him to his hands and knees.

"Ack!", he wheezed for a moment, but as soon as he 'complied', he immediately found his tongue again. "I'll never submit to the likes of you", he growled, rising to the position she had wanted him to simply because he had no choice, though one muscular yet weak hand was clawing at the Amazon's soft hand in a trial to pry it away from his throat, even though he knew there was little he could do to actually succeed. He could feel her legs against his sides and knew this was a very precarious position: he knew humans sometimes enjoyed 'horseracing', and he couldn't help but feel like he was some sort of a horse right now. And while the riders usually treated their steeds with respect, he had a feeling this wasn't going to be the case here. He could feel the frustration bubble within him and cursed the fact he could only grow stronger because of the hate of others. "And then you call me a monster?"

WaveVelour · Jan 27, 2020

There was no men on the Amazonian island, but the women learned much about them, studied their anatomy, his weaknesses. There was a reason to these teachings too. Thanks to her deceived lover, Diana didn’t share the strict attitude of her sisters when it came to men. She was still an Amazon though. God or not, treating anyone who had a cock between their legs as if they were inferior beings was in her nature still. She was from a place ruled by women. Proving the superiority of her gender had almost been an instinct for the woman who had Amazon blood running through her veins. Admittedly, this so called punishment was not entirely about Ares being her old enemy. In the past, meeting with Steve broke down some of her prejudices, while death of her pilot lover had brought some of it back.

After his apparent defeat, the god of war seemed to lose a great deal of his power. Coming out victorious in a battle against him was still an impressive feat. However, it was clear the man hadn’t regained all of his destructive strength back in the first place. His body was now easy to handle, easier to force him to be cooperative. Confidently standing up above him, between her strong legs, Diana rose the man up to his knees and hands. She lowered her tight Amazonian hips on his back, straddling the god of war as if he was one of her sturdy stallions. Her arm remained wrapped around the man’s neck. Not too tight though as she wasn’t trying to choke him. Although her position on top of her adversary reflected her victory over her enemy very well, Diana knew forcing him to his knees was not same with him sinking to his knees himself. He had to accept the Amazon’s victory as well.

“You will.” Diana countered confidently when her captive refused to surrender to the Amazonian justice. “I’ll make you.” Wonder Woman claimed. She drew her free hand to her hip to pick the coiled lasso that hung from the waist of her fit body. Taming a god, it sounded like an unlikely deed. Regardless, the determined princess was up for the challenge. The magical rope wrapped the man’s neck a few times as the woman swiftly ran it around his throat. She uttered the magical incantation. “I compel you to tell the truth!” The lasso came to life with the spoken phrase, beginning to shine brightly and illuminate the cracked walls of the temple in a yellow hue. “Tell me you are no god of conflict! But Amazon property!” Wonder Woman suggested, although that didn’t put her magical lasso in motion. She knew that as well, that it wouldn’t. “But it doesn’t work that way, does it?” Diana quickly explained. “You need to believe it first. Acknowledge it as truth.”

With that, the Amazon raise one of her strong hands, only to swiftly strike it down on her mounted opponent’s bared butt. With the harsh smack she landed on Ares’ exposed bottom, her golden bracelets glowed brightly, adding more force to her strike. Her other hand yanked on the coiled Lasso, the rope squeezing the man’s neck. “Move! I want to pick my shield.” Amazon barked her command, pulling on the man’s leash to steer her defeated enemy in the direction she wished to go.

Cinder · Jan 27, 2020

Ares knew of Diana's heritage and of their prejudices towards their male counterparts, though he had never expected to be on the receiving end of their rather narrow-minded opinions. He didn't realize he wasn't all that different from then, as he believed Gods were not only superior, but also meant to rule the world. Definitely when it came to a world inhabited by the human race, which clearly wasn't capable of leading and building a paradise on its own. No, instead of creating the world they were supposed to create, they destroyed all that lived... And what made matters worse, was that the other Gods had protected them doing it. He would never understand why or how his father and the others had decided to protect them, nor would he ever understand why a woman like Diana, who clearly had so much potential, would choose the humans over her half-brother... Because it was quite clear to him that he was right, that his beliefs were the truth.

He almost burst out laughing as she claimed she would make him submit to her, shaking his head as a chuckle briefly echoed off the walls, unable to remain completely silent. He didn't understand how she could say such a thing with so much confidence, for he knew for a fact he would never (willingly) submit to her. It didn't matter what kind of punishment she had in store for him: he was determined to keep at least some of his pride intact. He knew that's all he had left too, feeling her thighs pressing down onto his back as she took a seat, grunting as he tried to shake his body a bit, stopping as soon as he felt her wrap something around his throat. "Gah! What are you... Get that thing off me!", he realized what it was the moment it started to shine and fruitlessly tried to get a hold of it, but it was impossible to get it off. The fact he could only use one hand didn't help him either: using both would mean he'd fall to the ground face-first, which would only add to the humiliation. As if it hadn't been enough by now.

Even as she told him to tell her he was Amazon property, he remained silent, turning his head sideways with a dark grin on his face, which was clearly visible because of the light the lasso gave off. She didn't give him the chance to retort, however, explaining herself that it wouldn't work if it wasn't the truth... Or at least not a truth he believed in. "Never, Diana... I'll never... ever... willingly bow before you... or any of your kind", he growled, barely managing to get the words out because of the leash around his neck. Now that was something he truly believed to be true, which was why he could say it in the first place, but his words didn't reflect the current reality at all. The moment her soft but strong hand slapped his buttcheek, he let out a loud growl of pain and frustration combined, trying to somehow lift himself and throw her off, which failed miserably as she literally pulled his neck to the side with the help of the rope.

Forced to go in the direction she told him to go for he couldn't overpower her at this point in time, he slowly but surely turned, his knees starting to hurt slightly because of the constant pressure they were under, grunting as he shook his head multiple times in a useless trial to get the rope off his head. He didn't really have much say in the matter and he slowly but surely made his way over towards the shield, sometimes managing to take a small step back, but for the rest unable to resist the rope and the smacks. "You'll pay for this, Diana... I'll get you... You'll regret doing this to me... And that's the real truth." He came to a stop next to the famous, ornate shield, his eyes briefly sliding over the different engravements with some sort of interest. He had to admit that it was a fine piece of work, but he didn't really care on the other hand either. All he cared about was getting out of here, but he doubted that'd be possible anytime soon. “There... Now get that thing off of me!”

WaveVelour · Jan 27, 2020

As the name implied, when one had been captured within the lasso of truth, one had no luxury of telling anything but truth. Even when Ares had the woman’s golden lariat on her neck, his argument remained same. That surely meant that he really believed himself to be unbreakable, truly thought he would return the favor for the Amazon’s treatment. Believing something and realizing those ambitions were two different concepts though, and Diana wasn’t concerned by her adversary’s empty threats. From where she stood, when she mounted him, the situation was pretty clear. There was no doubt about who had control over whom. Her second victory against this ancient being had been a more satisfactory one. Shattering his pride into pieces was more pleasing than tearing his disguised physical form. In an odd way, it was fun to toy with her enemy. “You are both mad and delusional, Ares.” The sneering princess of Amazons quickly brushed the man’s threats off as she found them empty and unlikely.

When she was close enough, Diana picked her radiant shield off the ground. This short travel wasn’t the end of her enemy’s penance though. Whenever her harsh treatment ripped a grunt from her timeless foe, it filled the woman with a strange sensation, rose the corners of her lips up. It wasn’t exactly a heroical behavior, to find amusement in others’ abuse, no matter how grim they were. Still, Diana couldn’t help but feel a pleasing sensation in the man’s lowly treatment. “What good is a shield without its pair?” Wonder Woman asked with a subtle smile as if it was a riddle. “No, I need my sword too.” The princess suggested. Her tight Amazonian bottom rose up from the man’s back as the woman towered on her long legs. She strode towards her ornate blade. While her long steps brought her closer to the weapon, the princess dragged the man behind her, sliding him on his back across the old temple’s cold floor. Instead of picking her sword up though, Diana dropped her shield next to it.

Her boots clicked in the quiet structure as the woman strutted around her enemy. She sat on the ground, just being the man’s lain naked body. Her strong hands pulled the man up into a sitting position just in front of her. “That thing is now your leash.” She referred to Ares’ earlier words about her lasso. Pulling his arms to his back, she tied them together while the other end of the rope remained around his neck. Her long legs stretched in front of the woman. When she looked down over the man’s shoulder, Diana had a good view of Ares’ hefty member. The woman draped her strong Amazonian legs over his and locked them in place. When Wonder Woman parted her firm thighs she spread the man’s legs with them as well. One of her arms wrapped the man’s neck from behind. Her free end ran around his waist and slid down.

“Do you share the men’s sensations too?” Diana asked. She showed a small hesitation to just grab his exposed rod because of her Amazonian nature. Soon though, her slender but strong digits closed around the man’s thick shaft. When her enemy wielded no weapon, she firmly grasped his only remaining tool. Her hand began to move up and down, her warm fingers brushing along the shaft. While the Amazon’s smooth legs held the man’s legs, Ares did not have any choice but bear with the woman’s touches. Although the woman squeezed his cock tightly, said firm touches didn’t necessarily need to feel bad. From its hilt to the head, Diana started to stroke the man’s impressive member. If he could feel pain, the god of war could very well feel other sensations too. This one included an Amazon’s hand around his manhood as the attractive heroine’s capable fingers slid up and down on his shaft.

Cinder · Jan 28, 2020

He wished he could tell her that she was wrong, that she was a fool to believe he wouldn't get back at her, though at the same time there was a slight feeling of doubt somewhere at the back of his head. With the lasso curled around his throat, Diana on top of him and this mortal body unable to fight back, he knew it was unlikely he'd be able to actually break free. Then again, he didn't have to, or at least not at this very moment. He was a god, after all, so there was little that could stop him from getting back at her once she finally decided she had punished him enough. Still, the fact he was unable to say it out loud could already be taken as a small victory, though he was nowhere near admitting he was 'her property' yet. Quite frankly, he wasn't going to let that happen.

As she picked up her shield, he rolled his eyes as she commented she needed her sword as well. He knew full well where it was as she had dropped it near the spot where she had mounted him. However, it seemed she didn't want to ride him there, and he actually had to hold back a sigh of relief as he felt her weight disappear, only to let out some sort of a gagging sound as she suddenly pulled him along the floor, landing flat on his back as he tried to pull the lasso off, to no avail. Whoever had made that rope was a master craftsman, much to Ares' chagrin. He was used to tearing things apart by merely touching them, so this was definitely a new experience for him... And one he didn't like at all. Forced to listen to her footsteps in the otherwise silent ruins, he tried to roll to his stomach, only to suddenly feel her hands pulling him into a seated position. It was the perfect position to give her a good elbow to the face...

The thought had barely flashed in his mind or she already had his arms pressed against his back, squirming against her unforgiving grip with everything he had, though it wasn't all that much. He didn't understand why his powers weren't regenerating, as if no one was angry in the world right now, or at least no one besides Ares himself seemed to be. "I'm not some kind of animal you can pet, Diana", he groaned, still twisting his arms as much as he could, though he had to give up as soon as he felt his neck move along with every pull. A moment later, he felt (and saw) two beautiful legs slip past his sides, over his legs and let out some sort of a yelp in surprise as she suddenly forced him to spread his legs, his groin protesting heavily from the sudden pull. Meanwhile, one of her arms took him in some sort of a chokehold for a second time, making him feel her breath in his neck as her free hand gently slid towards his cock.

He desperately wanted to tell her he didn't, but the lasso wouldn't allow it. "Y... Ack... Yes", the word got pushed pas his lips without him even wanting it to, soon feeling her slender yet powerful fingers grabbing a firm hold of his member. He immediately tensed, grunting as he shook his head, soon feeling her hand move up and down with expertise as if she had done this many times before. It only took a few moments before all he could do was groan as her fingers stroked his sensitive member as it grew harder in her hand, confirming that he could indeed feel the same sensation human males could. That was to be expected, however, for this was mostly a mortal body, definitely at this point in time as had been proven many times before. "You... ah... I won't... I can't...", he wanted to tell her he wouldn't bow, that he wouldn't submit, that he wouldn't let it out, but he was starting to doubt if he would indeed be able to hold it all in. And while it was still true to him that he would never say he was her property, he was unable to say he wouldn't allow her to push him over the edge, for he knew that was a lie. Indeed, it grew harder with almost every stroke, signaling it wouldn't take all that long anymore if she kept going.

WaveVelour · Jan 29, 2020

Maybe it was the odd aura of this old temple, or the satisfaction of her jubilant victory, or perhaps the amount of time passed since the last time she found a cock worthy of her Amazonian features, but Wonder Woman became more aggressive against her already defeated opponent. Sexually so as well. Her smooth legs locked to his, her firm breasts poking into his back through her armor, she kept stroking the man’s cock from behind. It didn’t look like her handling felt half bad either. Within her firm grasp, that thing quickly grew to be quite hefty. As much as Diana disagreed with him, she wouldn’t have expected anything less impressive from him in terms of the size of his package. Her strong hands weren’t only capable of destruction as well. Balled fingers of the Amazon slid up and down on the thick shaft to check how godly his manhood could get. So far, Diana hadn’t been disappointed. God or not, like anyone who had a cock between one’s legs, getting a hold of that protruding organ was a weakness easily exploited.

As her fingers traced the veined texture of Ares’ excited cock, the woman smirked behind him. “In Themyscira, we take good care of our animals.” She claimed, consoling her enemy on his new identity as property of Amazons. “They serve us well.” Among his understandable protests, the lasso of truth appeared to have been ripping little moans out of the man too, if it was the magical lariat and not the Amazon’s dexterous hands. Next time Ares opened his mouth to vocalize his inner struggles, the heroine unwound her arm that ran around his neck and stuck her unoccupied hand into the man’s mouth. Her palm under his chin, three digits went in to collect some moisture. A woman of her stamina could stroke a man’s cock really fast after all and a dry treatment wouldn’t feel as good. There were of course other methods to moisten the man’s cock. While her sturdy hand moved up and down on her adversary’s stiffened cock, slender digits of her other hand slipped in and out of his mouth.

Coming from a place where no man was allowed to set foot, Diana couldn’t be considered an expert in a game of tease and denial. She had time though, and was a quick learner who happened to have a durable subject to improve her skills. The fit Amazon was hardly done toying with her prisoner, but her hands retreated for now. The woman untangled her long legs and backed up a little behind the man. Taking a deep breath, Diana lifted her agile legs and draped them over the man’s shoulders in a sudden motion. “You’d do well on the island.” The brunette heroine crossed her legs like a pair of scissors, pulling Ares’ head in a firm prison of her smooth thighs. Swiftly, the Amazon lay to the side with an angle, pulling the man’s back to the ground with her fit body. “My sisters need a subject to study your kind’s weaknesses.” She claimed. By his kind, the woman didn’t mean his divine heritage either.

On top of the golden rope, Diana’s thighs tightly hugged the villain’s neck, acting as firm pillows around his face and muffling the sounds. Once again, Diana got a strong hold of her enemy’s erect cock. After the short pause, she let him experience the feel of her fingers around his thick shaft again. Capable Amazonian hand worked on Ares’ member. Although her strokes began comparably slowly, the woman quickly picked up the pace. She had good access to her old enemy’s exposed cock. Jerking and yanking on his manhood, Wonder Woman played with his large rod. She claimed ownership of this manly organ, rubbing it as if she was polishing one of her blades. Yielding superhuman speed and agility, she was used to polishing them fast and quick as well.

Cinder · Jan 29, 2020

Ares could care less as to why she was doing what she was doing, for all he could think of was how humiliating it actually was. He was a God, for Zeus' sake, not some sort of toy she could exploit! And yet here he was, trapped between her powerful legs, feeling her own assets pushing against his back. While it didn't exactly feel bad, the circumstances just made it about the worst thing that could happen to him. He definitely would have preferred the lightning treatment over this one, grunting as her fingers kept moving up and down his shaft, unable to escape because of her firm grip in combination with the lasso around his neck. He wasn't even capable of reacting to her words anymore, fully focused on trying to keep some of his dignity intact, though it was nearly impossible as she easily drew a couple of extra groans out of him. While he knew it was a weakness of all men, he hadn't exactly been in the possibility to create a body without a dick, though he had never expected someone to actually be able to grab a hold of it.

And of course, of all people, Diana had been the one to actually do it. "A-Hmph!", her free hand suddenly slipped into his mouth and he made a gagging sound as three fingers made their way inside, shaking his head in a trial to get them out. He could've bitten her, but with her other hand around his sensitive member, there was no telling what would happen if he actually did that, so he refrained from snapping his jaws shut, though that meant he ended up unable to keep the moans and grunts from coming out. He wasn't even aware of the fact that she was using his own saliva to make the jerking a bit more fun, though that also meant it would be even harder to keep his composure. He could feel he was losing the fight against his own body, but just as he thought the ultimate humiliation was nearby, she retreated, and he let out a huff of relief as she let go and rose back to her feet. His cock was throbbing slightly, and he slammed his lips shut in a trial to keep himself from moaning, at which he was successful... For now.

"W... Yo-ack!" he barely got the chance to speak as she lifted her legs over his shoulders, soon squeezing his head with her thighs. His arms stuck behind his back, he struggled against his binds, but he was unable to keep her from dropping him to the floor yet again, briefly raising his legs in a trial to get free, shaking with anger (and also a bit of what had happened earlier, though he'd never admit that) as she spoke about him being an excellent test subject. "Don't compare me to those insects!", he roared, though her thighs might have muffled the sounds a bit, which possibly meant she couldn't even understand his words. Either way, it had been quite clear he hadn't been praising her abilities or anything like that. He wanted to add some insults too, but his body stiffened the moment she once more grabbed a hold of his still erect cock, kicking his legs slightly in a trial to escape, though her grip was firm and soon, his struggles were reduced to small, instinctive twitches as she started rubbing for a second time.

"L-Let go...!", the pause had not nearly been long enough to give his dick the chance to relax and he almost immediately could feel he was once more nearing an orgasm, the struggles against the lasso intensifying as he tried to somehow get away, though it was fruitless as her thighs kept him in place with ease. While her movements had started off slow, they sped up rather quickly which resulted in his twitches increasing as well, trying to get rid of the tension by moving his legs, delaying the inevitable for as long as possible. He didn't want to give the attractive heroine the satisfaction of him cumming, but was that really a plausible thought? His dick was fully erect by now, throbbing slightly and he knew it was only a matter of seconds before he'd actually come, if he was lucky, about a minute. "I-I'm... N... Ah... No..."

WaveVelour · Jan 30, 2020

Strong and firm, but also smooth and tender, her thighs acted as a pair of delightful restraints around Diana’s prisoner. When she clamped his head between her capable legs, she had a strong hold over the man. In comparison to his uttered words, Ares’ considerably stiff organ had been telling her more about his opponent’s status. Despite Wonder Woman’s belittling implications about making him a humble Amazonian pet, the cock the woman firmly grasped didn’t fail to harden still. Going hard in this situation must have been a questionable fact for her defeat foe, certainly not very prideful. No longer it was his honor that seemed mighty, but his boner. Ares had protested against being a monster when Diana accused him, but at least one part of his body was objectively monstrous. That thing was quite hefty after all, a worthy cock for an Amazon’s might.

“You shall set an example for others.” Diana tried to make an excuse for the perverted way she treated the god of war. However, she herself was very well aware not all of her actions were in the name of justice. Arrogant Amazon blood in her veins brought an odd sensation to the confident heroine when it came to the lowly handling of men. Taking what his kind bragged about the most, and turning into a plaything to toy with granted the tall brunette an odd satisfaction. Although she thoroughly jerked her infamous adversary’s grand cock, she had no intention of giving him a relief yet. When she was done with that stiff stick, she wanted a big explosion. A powerful climax seemed to be a fitting conclusion for her treacherous half-brother.

Throbbing of his cock, pulses of the shaft, shiver of his fully erect member. It didn’t exactly need a detective work to comprehend how close Ares was to a climax. Apparently, even a god was susceptible to a job that involved a cock-stroking hand. Having so much influence over her adversary put a cocky smile across the Amazon’s lips. Although she liked working on that expressive cock, thorough strokes of her strong hand stopped for the moment. “Y-y-you.” Diana mimicked the man’s stutters. “You what?” Between her smooth thighs, she squeezed his face tighter, let his head sink into her wonderful legs. “Regretful? Weak?.. Human?” As she listed, tightly clenched legs of the woman didn’t let Ares speak.

Slowly, her thighs relaxed around the man’s face, not before they gave the man some difficult moments though. Diana finally unwound her legs and got to her feet. Not caring about the state of her cock, the woman rolled the man on his stomach. Standing tall above him, she leaned down to free his arms. Not his neck though as her magical lasso still coiled him. “Up.” Holding the man’s leash, Diana pulled Ares up to his knees and hands once again. It was a position she liked men to assume. The confident Amazon pulled on her lasso and put one of her booted feet on top of his back. “I compel you to tell the truth!” Diana sang the familiar song, the phrase making the rope shine in gold. “Who bested you, twice?” The woman asked. While her right hand held her end of the lasso, her left swung down to land a sharp smack on Ares’s butt. “Under whose feet do you lie?” She twisted her boot against the man’s back. The strict brunette’s hand drew a wide vertical arc in the air and whipped against the man butt below her. “Whose hands your cock desire the most right now?” Tugging at her glowing lasso, another sharp slap echoed across the old temple as Diana lashed the man’s exposed bottom with a new well-placed smack. “Which Princess brought you to your knees?”

Cinder · Jan 30, 2020

If they had had some sort of a loving relationship, there was no doubt in Ares’ mind he would have enjoyed being a prisoner of the Amazon’s powerful thighs. The flesh was soft and he could imagine people were willing to get trapped, but Ares was definitely not enjoying it. However, there was very little he could actually do about it, as his hands were still trapped behind his back and she gave him little to no leverage to pull free either. He was literally at her mercy, forced to allow her to stroke his cock with expert fingers, now even unable to talk properly as the words disappeared into the woman’s olive skin. In the end, he couldn’t really say much anymore either, as all he could do was making pitiful moaning sounds as he felt his cock harden, feebly kicking his legs every once in a while in a fruitless trial to escape her firm grip.

Just as he was about to come, she stopped once more. “Mmhh... mmh... mph...” he was panting against her thighs, his weak body unable to handle the tension properly as his member throbbed with every heartbeat, weakly moving his hands against the ropes. He couldn’t even properly react to her words, only capable of shaking his head slightly between her thighs, a muffled ‘no’ escaping his lips as she mentioned him being weak and even human. That was possibly the greatest insult she could ever have thrown at him, and it showed as his struggles briefly intensified, though it didn’t help all too much. In fact, he could feel he was starting to suffocate a bit, her thighs cutting off his air supply for the briefest of moments before finally giving him his freedom back.

The sensation of his manhood made it impossible for him to fully comprehend what she was doing, soon finding himself on his stomach once again. His arms almost dropped to the ground as the god caught his breath, gasping as she pulled him to his hands and knees, but unable to even try and grasp at the tight rope around his throat. Moments later, her boot offered some counterweight, which made it harder to breathe, and the area around them once more lit up a little as she spoke the magic words. ”H... Haven’t you done enough... Diana?” He panted slightly, grunting as the first question was asked.

All he could think of was the humiliation he felt. “Y...You did...” the words literally got pushed past his throat, clearly struggling to try and keep the answer to himself, yet the lasso gave him no such choice. He jumped slightly as she slapped him on the ass and reached back, trying to protect it as she asked the second question. He couldn’t reach his butt cheek, or at least not the part where she was hitting him, and he grunted as she hit him a second time. “Yours...” the words literally hurt him, not physically, but mentally. HIs pride was diminishing with every new question. “N... N... Yo-Your hands...” for a moment, he had believed he had won against the famous lasso of Truth, but in the end, he had to give himself away. At least his dick was starting to relax again... Though he doubted that was a good thing: it meant she could start all over again if she waited long enough.

”Ah! T-The Amazonian Princess...” it was as if he got weaker with every answer given, trembling slightly on his hands and knees. While he liked to think it was because of anger (which it partly was), it was also because of the humiliation. Shame. Regret For having been bested so easily. “H-Have you made your point now? You bested me, now stop this madness!” It was some sort of a last struggle, for there was literally nothing he could do if she decided to keep going, though him admitting defeat was probably a first. And while Ares the God refused to bow to her, his body already had, his still half-erect dick being the perfect proof of that.

WaveVelour · Jan 30, 2020

Was this kind of humiliation necessary? Probably not. Was it pleasing? Was it fun to twist the god of war around her little finger? It certainly was. Was it also sensational though, enemy or not, putting an already defeated man in his place? Surprisingly, that was also true for the Amazon princess. Toying with her half-brother in such a not so heroic manner stroked the princess’ ego, filled her shapely form with a satisfactory feeling. The more punishment she inflicted, the darker Diana became. There was a thin line that separated the kindhearted princess she had chosen to be from the harsh queen of Amazons her mother would have wanted her to be. The very earthly sensations she wanted her adversary to experience had been affecting the demi god woman too. As the lasso of truth ripped the egoistical words Diana wished to hear out of the man, the Amazon could feel a pleasant tingle between her long legs, could feel her firm breasts pressing against her armor more keenly. Ares was unable to see from his angle, but an arrogant smile was present across the woman’s lips. Where he couldn’t see her grin, Diana could see a lot about her stripped enemy. That included the now relatively less impressive cock he had.

Putting more of her weight onto the man’s back, Diana let go of her lasso. “You’re learning.” The beautiful princess approved. He still had a lot to learn though. Similarly, Wonder Woman had a lot to teach. Her boot pressed against him harder, enough to buckle the arms that supported Ares’ upper body to stick her chin down to the stone floor. Diana too, lowered herself on top of her enemy’s protruding hips. She pressed her own down, to lower his punished butt and stretch his legs out. Once again, the princess grabbed the free end of her lasso. It was a magical lariat with an uncertain length. As the woman sat on top of Ares’ exposed hips, she reached back to grab one of his ankles. “No. I am not done yet.” The determined woman claimed. She bent the man’s leg, enough to test his muscular body’s flexibility. She kept pulling his leg until his foot reached up to his butt. One of her knees made sure the man’s leg remained folded while she grabbed his hand on the same side. This part was easier. Diana pulled her victim’s hand down to his waist, finally tying his bent leg and wrist together in a strong frogtie. “Are you?” The brunette princess countered his adversary’s question. The magical rope adjusted its length for Diana’s needs. The woman performed the same procedure for the other half of his body as well. His remaining leg folded, the rope ran around his ankle, thigh and wrist.

Since ancient times, humans had been erecting statues of gods and people of power. Maybe not a statue, but Diana was willing to make a nice furniture out of the god of war. As if he was some kind of quarry to be hunted down, Diana finished tying him up in a reverse hogtie. At least, it was going to be reversed soon. She rolled her prey on his back to have a better access to his manhood. His naked body contorted like that, like a piece of furniture, it wasn’t the most comfortable position for Ares. His package was free at least. That didn’t last long however. Diana sunk to her knees between Ares’s restrained legs. Her fingers balled around the man’s cock another time. “What is this?” The unimpressed Amazon questioned. After all the time she spent stroking his member, that thing seemed to have lost some of its rigidity. A twisted Wonder Woman holding his rod, fingers began to work on his manhood again. Diana rubbed this defenseless organ up and down. She didn’t start off slowly either, her closed digits sliding along the shaft quickly to make it return to its former glory. Her snug breasts bounced up and down under her armor as the Amazon swiftly jerked his cock.

Cinder · Jan 30, 2020

He could tell Diana was entering a world she didn’t venture into as much, for he remembered her words well. This wasn’t about protecting the weak anymore, or about believing in the good of people. This was something different, something darker. If she’d been doing it to anyone else but him, he probably would have approved of it, he would’ve told her that she was reaching her potential and that she finally understood what humans were like. But being on the receiving end of such a humiliating treatment only made him angry, though not necessarily with her. He was mostly furious with himself for being unable to protect himself. He was supposed to be the God of War, to be a deity no one could topple and yet here he was, forced to tell his own half-sister that she had bested him, heck, even forced to tell her that he wanted her to touch his dick. If he’d been able to see the cocky smile on her face, it only would’ve been worse for him, so maybe it wasn’t so bad that he couldn’t see it.

He grunted as she suddenly pushed him back down to the ground, feeling the pressure around his neck partly disappear as she let go of her lasso. Grunting, he was unable to take advantage of her letting go, needing both his hands to keep himself on his hands and knees, not even capable of retorting to her condescending remark as he felt himself collapse under her boot. And the moment she sat down herself, there was nothing he could do besides dropping to the floor with a loud gasp, stretching both arms and legs as he suddenly found himself unable to deal with the weight. “W-What else - ah!” She pulled his ankle and doubled his leg with relative ease, making him grunt in pain as his feet touched his butt. While it was (supposed to be) strong, it definitely wasn’t a very elastic body and this position actually hurt. He tried to push back with everything he had, though her knee kept his foot in place with relative ease and he soon found himself to be frogtied. And to make things worse, she even connected his wrist with his leg, effectively restraining one side of his body. And it hurt. This time his pride wasn’t even the most painful thing, but simply the rather unnatural position she was forcing his body in.

And like she had said, she wasn’t done. He was unable to avoid her from giving his other side the same treatment, letting out a yowl of pain, squirming and wiggling as he tried to somehow free himself, though he knew it was impossible. “R-Release meeeee-aaah!” he felt her turn him around, putting him in an even more awkward position, his member out in the open, free for her to grab, while his body was now twisted in a somewhat unnatural and painful angle. He tried to twist his head a bit, desperate to catch a glance of Diana as he wanted to try and see what she was planning, though he soon knew as her fingers once more slipped around his shaft. Shaking his head, he almost found himself pleading for the first time in his life, just barely managing to keep the word please inside. “No, not again, NO!” He didn’t expect her to have mercy, but it was a somewhat natural reaction. Cumming in front of her would be the same as submitting to her, which was pretty much the only thing he didn’t want to do. Moments later, he was once more squirming in her grasp, moaning as he tried to move away without success, his dick once more stiffening as she rapidly moved over it. With her last movements fresh in his mind, it didn’t need all too much stimulation to reach its former glory either. Within two minutes, it was once more standing proud and tall, throbbing and shivering, pleading her to keep going and to finally allow it to do what it was supposed to do.

WaveVelour · Jan 31, 2020

While the unescapable yelps and desperate whines of her captor didn’t sound very dignified coming from a god, his erect cock held its head up high and towered like a prideful monument between the Amazon’s fingers. He was lucky as not many men had the distinct honor of being stroked by an Amazon, but very unfortunate to receive the princess’ so called justice. Diana was pleased with Ares’ performance, at least his godly cock’s. That thick rod quickly was quick to regain its hefty size, which was enough to impress even an Amazon. Diana’s fingers worked fast. Her digits swiftly shuttled between the bulbous head and thick hilt of the man’s towering member. On the temple ground, in the middle of the woods, the feisty woman rubbed that big rod as if she was trying to start a forest fire. Given his understandable bitterness, the ancient warrior sounded to hate the idea of coming in front of the bold heroine. However, he should be careful of what he wished.

Forearm of her cock wielding hand swung up and down in a blur as Diana used her superhuman speed to pump her adversary’s big cock. After another one of her swift swoops though, her fingers stopped and remained stationary just below the head of his cock, acting like a secure collar on the tip of his shaft. Her other hand worked like a small shovel as Diana dug it under the man’s package. She palmed the pillows of the man’s cock. The Amazon liked them stretched and puffed because of the generous amount of substance they had to contain. Even with his human form, a god should be quite resourceful after all. The brunette weighed the man’s balls, her slender fingers kneading and massaging his hefty sack. “You owe me a sword Ares.” Wonder Woman reminded. When this one had destroyed her past weapon, she was both surprised and upset about it. That ceremonial weapon had been on the island for a very long time. Seemingly, she had already find herself another one though, between the man’s tied legs. This one was not sharp, but quite blunt. One that Diana wanted to claim ownership. “Do you remember that?” The fierce brunette asked. Her digits clenched tighter around the man’s balls, squeezing them firmly.

Soon, her fingers relaxed around his package. Her other hand got back to moving as she began stroking the lengthy shaft. She was getting more and more used to stroking her new blunt weapon. As if it was the thick handle of a battle axe, the woman held it firm and kept fondling it up and down. Her bare hand turned into a blur along the long shaft as the woman harshly teased that large organ. Her brown eyes remained on his manhood as she swiftly brushed her capable fingers on the shaft. Before long though, Wonder Woman stopped grinding her closed digits on his cock. Instead, she grabbed the god of war’s balls again. Her hand acted as a scale to measure what lay within these hard orbs. She didn’t handle his balls as hard as the nude tree that towered on top of them. A mischievous grin gave away the Amazon’s satisfaction. She pulled her hands from all members of his package. They instead began to scratch and rub his inner thighs to give him some time to lose some of his arousal. She didn’t yet want to make that bird sing.

After her rough handing of the man’s cock, Diana’s hands now slid relatively gentler on his bare skin. “You are an ancient being. Very old.” The woman pointed out her adversary’s years of experience. He must have seen and witnessed many things by now. “Have you ever seen a volcano erupt?” Diana asked, the implication clear. She grabbed the base of his cock and hold that thing still. Leaning in, the Amazon drew her pretty face closer to her adversary’s defenseless organ. Her tongue slipped between her soft lips as Wonder Woman ran it across her lips. Her raven black hair strands brushed against Ares’ skin as her head stood on top of his towering cock. Diana’s brown eyes went down as she looked at his member. Her lips slightly parted. “Oh, you wish.” The woman smirked, but didn’t pull it into her mouth. Instead, her hand slid up to the tip. Her thumb rubbed on the spot just below the roundish head, kneading it in little circles. Before long, Diana started to stroke it again. Her curled digits slid on the tall shaft. As she picked up the pace, her bracelets twitched around her wrist too. With the swift motion of her hand, the golden accessories left a shiny trail behind them.

Cinder · Jan 31, 2020

There was nothing he could do besides squirming a bit here and there, forced to feel his dick grow larger and larger, the feeling of arousal rushing through his veins. While it could be described as pleasant, he refused to do so, knowing that it would only add to the humiliation. She had him right where she wanted him to be, squirming and moaning in her grasp, unable to do anything about it. There was no greater humiliation, or at least there weren’t many. But he knew that cumming in front of her was definitely the worst that could ever happen to him, and he knew it wouldn’t take too long either. His throbbing cock was pleading her to push him over the edge, to finally give him that final ‘touch’... And then she stopped again. He wasn’t sure if that was better or worse: he knew she was just teasing his body, having long given up hope. This was not the Diana he knew, he had never seen her as sadistic as this before.

Ha-ah-ah-AH!” he yelped in pain as she started to not only weigh but also squeeze his sack with her delicate but oh so strong fingers, her grip growing firmer with every second as she spoke about him owing her a sword. He remembered alright, but he definitely didn’t agree with her statement. He knew it had had great emotional value, but he deemed such a thing redundant. He didn’t even believe in love between humans, so why would he understand the ’love’ a person could have for an object, for a weapon? “I-I do... And I don’t regret it!” He shouted in defiance, his voice ringing through the temple as he kept trying to sound like he was in control or at least not completely under hers, even though he was completely helpless.

Still, a sigh of relief escaped him as she let go of his balls, only to gasp as she started stroking him again, his eyes widening for a second as he could feel the orgasm coming. It wasn’t like she had given him much time to relax, though the story was once more the same. He was already moaning, almost even mentioning he was going to reach his climax, when she stopped once more, reaching for his package and weighing it for a second time, as if she was on a market and trying to decide if the wares were of good enough quality. “F-Fuck... Just... S-stop, I-I can’t...” his cock was begging for a release, standing proud and at the ready, only waiting for the final order. His mind kept telling it to stop and relax, but it didn’t want to listen, or at least not until she started to work on his thighs. And she suddenly started to talk about his old age. He would even describe her hands as ‘gentle’ right now, but that only made him more suspicious and inclined to fight the lasso even harder... To no avail.

As she mentioned a volcano, he nodded at first, only to stop once he understood what she was implying. He immediately started to shake his head then, panicking slightly: she was going for it this time. “Nononono, don’t do it! Don’t you dare fucking do it!” He watched her head disappear, unable to lift his own properly to follow her movements. He could feel her breath on top of his member for a couple of seconds, before hearing her speak once more, making him relax a bit. That was a mistake, however, as her grabbing his cock’s head with two fingers made him ‘jump’, as far as that was possible, soon moaning at her stroking for the umpteenth time, her bracelets leaving some sort of mesmerizing glow behind as she moved. ”Of submission...” the word rung in his head as he realized this was ‘le moment du gloire’, struggling as he could feel his body was getting ready to finally let it all out, to finally get rid of all the tension that she had built during the past few minutes.

And then it happened. With a loud gasp, which was soon followed by a moan of both pleasure and guilt, the first load of cum was released into the room, pushing it forward with surprising force as he spasmed, the tension leaving his body as she pumped his shaft with expertise, releasing every single bit of sperm he had inside of him at that point in time with ease, arching his back as far as that was possible with everything being connected thanks to the lasso. “Nooo...ooo...o...” the word faded away as he climaxed, his powerful orgasm humiliating him to the bone and technically telling her he had submitted to her, be it against his will.

WaveVelour · Feb 1, 2020

It was an inevitable end to be honest, the cock throbbing and dumping all the load Diana managed to make him accumulate during this twisted session of justice. Even after the flood gates were open, the Amazon kept her hand around the man’s pulsing member, stroking it just as fast to add to the white fireworks. Through her firm fingers, she could feel his thick cum moving up in the shaft before it jetted out of the tip. A meaningful smirked spread the woman’s lips as her old time enemy came in front of her, grunting and panting like any other horny man while his cock twitched and spurted its contents. “There you go.” The confident brunette let out a small chuckle as she slightly steered the man’s rod back and forth. She felt like holding a pressurized hose when that thing finally gave in and ejaculated a considerable amount of white substance. “You don’t look that different than another loser man now, do you?” Diana finally stopped rubbing his member. Her fingers still grasped the shaft though, the woman now squeezing it up to milk the last few drops of cum out of Ares’ expressive manhood.

Despite his protests, making him cum was a more definitive victory than anything else. Poor Steve would have gotten jealous if he had seen how much cum Diana had squeezed out of her ancient foe. After the merciless jerking of his big cock, Wonder Woman rewarded it with a small massage. “Funny.” The woman lowered her dark brows, finally pulling her hand off his recently exploded manhood. “I don’t remember giving you my permission.” She got to her feet. Knowing his kind well enough, she guessed riding such an impressive orgasm would be an exhausting act for the man. Even more so considering the uncomfortable position she had put her into. Similar to his manhood, Diana let his muscles relax. Towering next to his restrained body, Diana placed one of her boots on his side and pushed her adversary on his stomach. Her fingers this time worked on the lasso, to free his limbs from this limiting binding. When she was done, Diana leaned down and held him from the waist.

No one could argue with the superhuman strength Diana held. She was capable of fulfilling impressive deeds. Being the princess of Amazons and a demi god, the woman could do some heavy lifting. Without much trouble, the powerful woman gave out a small grunt and lifted the defeated god of war. Like the Amazonian woman she was, Wonder Woman picked the man’s muscular body up and carried him over her shoulder. To support him up, Diana put her hand on his bum and walked across the temple. No matter how much he weighed, it wasn’t enough to give her any trouble, to keep him off the ground. She neared a stone alter, basically a rectangular shaped stone table. Since he was yet to feel any kind of regret, the woman was not done with him yet.

With a loud bang, she lay Ares over the short edge of the altar. When he dropped the man on his back, some dust flew up the stone material, glittering under the sunlight that leaked from the ceiling. At this point it was more logical to rename the lasso of truth as lasso of submission as the magical rope had turned into a bondage tool in the woman’s hands. Diana tied one end of the golden rope to Ares’ one ankle. The other end looped his neck a few turns. As the woman stretched the lasso behind his neck to his other foot, the rope pulled his already tied leg up in the air. Diana raised his free leg as well to tie the man’s opposite ankle too. After another firm knot, the tightness of the lasso made it creak bluntly. The man’s head worked as a simple pulley and kept his legs up. The Amazon left his arms free though as he might want to hold the edge of the table when she treated him. Once again the charming Amazon appeared between Ares’ lifted legs.

One strong hand unsurprisingly found his cock as Diana made it a prisoner of her digits. “You said you don’t regret?” The woman reminded. The familiar feeling of the Amazon’s determined fingers running up and down on his shaft returned. She grasped one of his raised legs to push it to the side, although the tensed lasso was giving it little freedom. After a few thorough strokes, Diana leaned in. She didn’t give it much of teasing as the woman quite bluntly took the head of the man’s cock into the warmth of her mouth. Her sisters back on the island wouldn’t have approved it, but she sucked it regardless. Not in a kind way though. As her lips slid on the big member and her tongue worked inside, it didn’t look like she was exactly an amateur either. Whether he liked it or not, Ares was up for another round.

Amazonian Mischief (Wave and Cinder)

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