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Amazonian Mischief (Wave and Cinder)

While inevitable, Ares had tried to do about anything to escape her new definition of justice, it just hadn’t been enough. At all. From the moment she had crossed her arms to deflect his strike, he had pretty much lost everything: the little strength he had built during his new presence on earth, his dignity, his pride… To say he had lost everything might have been an overstatement, but it wasn’t too far off either. The moment he released his load had made the humiliation complete, to be honest, the only thing keeping Diana from an ultimate victory was Ares’ refusal to actually say he was her property and/or that he regretted his past actions. Neither of those sentences would likely escape his mouth, no matter what, but it seemed the Amazon was at least willing to keep trying. She kept targeting his already shattered pride, once more making clear he was nothing more than an ordinary man. Panting, he was once more unable to retort, though there was little he could really say to prove the opposite was true. Grunting, she squeezed the final bit of semen out of his cock, soon massaging it a bit as if he had done something remarkable. It was nothing more but another way of ‘torturing’ him or at least that’s how it felt to him.

“I… I don’t need… your permission… for anything…”, he panted, shaking his head to strengthen his words as she rose to her feet, soon pushing him back to his stomach with a simple shove of her boot. Another way of telling him who was in control. He was furious with the way she was treating him and blazing because of the fact he couldn’t do anything about it. Even as freed his limps, all he could do was let them drop to the floor: exhausted and weakened. All he could muster was a weak grunt as she lifted him by his waist and before he could even comprehend what was happening, he found himself over her shoulder, her firm hand on his butt as he weakly moved a leg. He wanted to elbow her, but couldn’t even find the strength to do so, and by the time he had actually managed to lift his arm, he already found himself on top of the altar. There was no doubt in his mind that people had used it to worship a God in the past, though Ares didn’t know which one. All he knew was that it hadn’t been for him.

That was a pity, for he could use some worshippers right now, if only to grant him some new strength. It was as if the temple blocked out people’s prayers and anger, although it was probably just his own frustration that actually kept him from feeding of other people’s emotions. He was too invested in his own feelings for Diana that he forgot those of the ones that looked up to him. Coughing as some dust nestled itself into his nose, he felt the by now familiar feeling of her lasso around his ankle for the second time, lifting his head while slightly pushing himself on his elbows to try and figure out what was happening, he was forced to watch as she coiled it around. Moments later she did the same to his neck and his other foot, effectively forcing him to raise both legs, revealing his member yet again. “You can’t be serious…”

But she was, her hand once more clenching around his manhood and he squirmed, the rough lasso scratching his neck in the process. He didn’t care about that, however, fully focused on the stunning figure of the Amazonian Princess between his legs, watching with an almost open mouth as she leaned in after a couple of strokes. She wasn’t going to… No, that was impossible: it was against everything the Amazonians stood for. Blowing a man was considered a major sin for Amazons… But she did it anyway, immediately drawing a moan from the muscular man’s lips as he felt her lips close themselves around his dick, welts forming themselves on his neck as he rubbed it against the lasso, shaking his head while moaning for her to stop. While sucking a man’s dick was supposed to be some sort of humiliation for Diana, it was definitely the other way around this time.

But of course, his impressive manhood didn’t care whether or not it was humiliating for him. It enjoyed the special attention the woman’s lips were giving him, once more growing with about every move of the woman’s head, filling it up more with every passing second. Her tongue encouraged it even more, much to Ares’ horror, and he soon found himself yowling on the table as his member started to throb once more. “N-Not again… I-I’m going… I’m going to cum…”
 
In a controlled environment, men could be quite fun to handle. An ice cream was not the only invention of mankind Diana enjoyed sucking as she found herself another fleshy lollipop to taste. It was a rather tasty one as well. Not every cock was worthy of the Amazon’s mouth. Thanks to the godly features of his body, Ares’s member seemed to be big and strong enough the satisfy the powerful heroine. Whether he admitted or not, making love could be infinitely more pleasant than creating conflict around the globe. While she had her prisoner tied up and unable to resist, it was another kind of assault. Actually, not much different from the ones Wonder Woman fought against. Ordinary criminal justice system was not applicable to this enemy though. He needed to be trialed by Amazonian system, although that one certainly didn’t include blowing a man as a penalty. No, it was Diana’s own punishment, just not the most painful one.

Holding that big cock from its root, the brave heroine sucked it as she liked. Ares didn’t have much of a choice but to suffer his penalty. Her head bobbed up and down while the strong Amazon sucked the man’s thick rod. She didn’t take it all the way in, but given the sheer size of the member, not many could fulfill such a task. Her adversary’s protests were in vain. Although her ears caught his mumbling very clearly, she didn’t bother to listen what he had to say about this rare occurrence. As her head wobbled another time on his cock, that put the woman’s sealed lips around the wide head of his erect member. Diana’s cheeks caved in as she vacuumed his large cock to thoroughly suck the bulbous head of his member. Her soft lips began to slip up when the Amazon drew her pretty face out. With a loud pop, she freed the man’s member out of its warm prison.

Sharp brows of the Amazon frowned at her defeated adversary. Diana tilted her head up and sharply gazed at the man. As a means of disagreement, she lightly shook her head from side to side. Her hand slowly slid up the man’s stiff organ, her thumb covering the opening and pressing the tip down. “I haven’t given you my permission. And you haven’t asked of it.” The Amazon explained. However, she doubted even the powerful god could have a hard time controlling his own cock. So, Diana took a step back, her fingers slipping off the man’s bare rod. Instead, the strong woman grasped one of Ares’ ankles to lift it farther up, easing some of the tension in the rope in the process. It didn’t take her even a second to whip her strict hand against her victim’s exposed bottom as if the god of war were a naughty schoolgirl, or boy for that matter.

“I doubt you understand the rules Ares.” Diana let go off the man’s ankle. “You have been defeated, weakened and overpowered.” She got to her knees between the man’s parted legs. Her hand clutched his expressive member as the woman bent that stiff rod towards his muscle bound stomach. Her mouth went for the pillows of his curled member. She lapped his heavy package some, before she let his cock sprang back to point up again. Tip of her tongue arose between his balls, followed the centerline of his cock and licked the smoother head. “You’re under my control now.” She claimed as her charming face appeared above his thick member. “If you want to cum, you need my permission first.” Diana’s dominant left hand sneaked in and pulled the very balls she just licked into a firm grasp. In an instant, her fingers squeezed his balls, those heavy orbs. “Understood?”
 
He probably would have preferred the Amazonian System over that over Diana. He could handle torture, if only because he knew he was immortal, and pain was something he kind of had accepted. It brought out the best (worst) in people too: anger and frustration usually were directly linked with pain, be it emotional or physical pain. He might or might not have whispered things about torture equipment in the ears of Roman emperors and other Medieval leaders. Heck, even now some people would still use such methods to gain information or just because they enjoyed doing it. But this… This was something he couldn’t handle. His manhood was simply something he couldn’t really control. And credit where credit was due: Diana was good.

He grunted as she sucked him, closing his eyes as he refused to look at her, shaking his head in denial as he frantically tried to keep himself from reaching his peak for a second time. He couldn’t really say anything about it either, the only sounds leaving his mouth being the moans of a man who was getting turned on. He hated sounding like it, he really did, but what could he do? His sensitive dick was constantly being triggered by her expert tongue and lips and he couldn’t even hope to relieve some of the pressure by moving away. It was only after she let go that he could relax a bit, panting as she lifted his leg, giving him a bit of wriggle space until her hand made contact with his exposed backside, his eyes opening in slight shock even though she had done it many times before by now.

She had grabbed his attention though, forcing him to look at her as she started ‘explaining’ the ‘rules’. Grunting as her tongue went from his sack all the way up to the tip of his cock, he could barely contain himself, slapping the table with his hands in frustration and also pain, mostly from having to keep himself from actually letting loose. Still, he’d rather feel that pain than actually cum in front of her for a second time, though he doubted that was a viable option. Could his body even handle it? He sincerely doubted it, considering it had failed him a couple of times before.

“I might have... been beaten... But... Y… You’ll never control me… I’ll n-never ask your permission… for anything…”, he grunted, groaning as she suddenly started to squeeze his balls, clenching his fists as he struggled to fight the burning sensation she was now creating down there. While the lasso forced him to tell the truth, it didn’t mean she was necessarily going to like it. “I-I understand…! But… That doesn’t… mean I have to… listen!”, he pushed the words out, unable to focus properly as she kept a firm grip on his balls. While she had given him some leeway by lifting his leg, she had pretty much restricted him more than that she had freed him by holding onto a part of his manhood.

He was still trembling, partly out of anger and partly out of exhaustion, his body unable to keep up with all of the stimulants. If she kept going like this, it was very well possible he’d lose consciousness in the near future, but was that really so bad? It definitely sounded better than orgasming a second time in front of his archenemy. “Fuck… It hurts… But feels so good too…” He didn’t even know he had said that last thing out loud.
 
The impressively expressive cock Diana treated was surely more cooperative than the god of war himself. It reacted to the Amazon’s hands and lips quite positively, which the woman guessed only added to her enemy’s humiliation. She could almost say it was fun, blowing such a hefty member in an excuse of punishing her adversary, teaching him an odd lesson about earthly sensations. Traditional methods of torturing him not only wouldn’t work on this particular villain, but it was not Wonder Woman’s style of doing things either. But again, sucking cocks of her defeated foes couldn’t be considered a routine habit for the beautiful heroine. Though, she did it anyways. Holding that thing firmly in place, the Amazon let him feel how tender a tough Amazon’s lips and tongue could get.

Strong digits of the woman one by one relaxed around the man’s heavy balls. If things kept going like this, Ares’ balls would enter a constant cycle of filling and draining. She had squeezed his balls quite tight to kill some of his arousal, just to start all over again. In spite of that, he was claiming that it felt somewhat good. Diana raised an eyebrow at that. “Is that so?” Her fingers curled in once again to pull his sack into a firm grasp, trying to cover as much area as she could while groping his puffy balls. Her fingers fidgeted against the hard pillows as the Amazon played with them as if they were a pair of round dice. She had claimed ownership of his manhood after all and could toy with it whatever she liked. “I’m not sure you understand.” Whether he looked at him or not, the Amazon’s eyes gazed down at her victim. I can keep doing this until these things…” She gave his balls another distinct squeeze. “…start begging me for a relief.” Her fingers slid up to grasp the base of his cock. “Or we can see how many times…” Gliding farther up, the woman reached at the peak of the pillar that towered between his spread legs. “…I can make you explode.” The woman claimed. One way led to her enemy’s frustration, and the other his exhaustion.

At least, when she was done with the defeated god and eventually brought him to justice, Ares would have many things to think about after today. Not very pleasant memories though. To add to said memories, Diana leaned over. She once again lowered her hand to the base of his member. Her mouth opened just above Ares’ erect piston. She had always been a sharp-tongued woman who blurted things out. This time, the woman made a display of the literal capabilities of her tongue. Through her parted lips, she released her tongue and twirled it around the head of his member. Circling the tip of his thick cock, she rolled her tongue and lapped the smooth head to let him feel the texture of her pink tongue brushing against her sensitive manhood. To get a taste of Ares’ excitement, Diana yanked his large member to squeeze some thick juice out of its opening. That stuff didn’t linger on top of his cock long though as Diana’s tongue swept the substance off.

Her pretty face on top of the head of his enemy’s lengthy member, Diana pouted her lips and dropped a stream of her saliva to make the shaft smoother. “You’re already under my control. Want me to prove it?” The Amazon asked with her deep voice. One had cupping the man’s balls from below, the other closed around the shaft, the confident brunette gave the man a clear, but not so fair order. “I order you to come.” Diana began to stroke his large cock. Up and down, up and down, skilled digits of the gifted Amazon stroked his member, all the while keeping a firm grip of his balls. She was eager to make her demand realized, and gave that thing repeated tugs.
 
He felt her fingers relax for a bit, using the opportunity to take a deep breath in a trial to get some sort of relief and relaxation. It obviously didn’t help too much, for she killed part of his excitement simply by squeezing his balls, making him grunt in pain as she ‘massaged’ them, acting as if they were mere toys in capable hands. His hands now covering his eyes, he tried to recollect himself, groaning as she kept playing around with them, squeezing and releasing as she suddenly started to speak once more. He understood, alright. He understood very well what kind of situation he was in, but that didn’t mean he was going to roll over and just accept whatever she had in store for him. And no matter how far she went, he would never bow. It would only build his inner fire, which hopefully sooner rather than later would get extinguished by the sweet feeling of revenge.

But revenge didn’t seem like a viable option right now. Her fingers traced the figure of his manhood all the way to the top, a slight, silent yelp escaping him the moment she had reached it. Was he scared? Maybe. Not for what was to come, but for the implications. No matter what she did, if she exhausted him by keeping him from cumming or if she actually let it happen, he was the loser in the story anyway. But if he could make the choice, he’d rather exhaust himself: reaching a climax at the hands of his half-sister… He would rather not see it happen again.

He gasped and reached for the edges of the table, grabbing a hold of as her tongue touched the tip of his cock, mumbled sounds escaping him as she used it to twirl around. He could feel he was nearing another orgasm, which wasn’t too surprising after all that ‘torture’ he’d had to endure, and it wasn’t too hard for her to extract a small bit out of the opening with a firm squeeze, making him moan in the process. “If only… I could… Call… on my… powers…” the thought briefly passed his head as he barely managed to hold on, shaking his head as she asked him if he wanted her to prove her point. He definitely didn’t want her to, but he had a feeling she already knew that. As well as a feeling she wasn’t going to listen. And indeed, she soon started to stroke him again, making him struggle against his binds once more in a futile trial to escape his predicament, mostly just wiggling his naked body around.

“No… Fuck, no no no…”, he pleaded to his own body, really, pleading for his cock to refuse to come, to ignore her skilled fingers’ touch, even though he knew it was simply impossible a task. He had no choice. He could only delay it for so long, grunting and groaning as he fought against the orgasm, shaking his head and slapping the table as he did so, before he finally couldn’t hold on anymore. The volcano, as she had called it, exploded and the liquid was pushed out with incredible force. Throbbing and spasming, his cock forced it all out, listening to the command of its ‘owner’ with joy as the sperm left through the opening, wetting the whole table, her hand and possible even a couple of other things depending the actual distance. Panting, he lifted his hands and brought them towards his face, shivering from the climax, still shaking his head in some sort of denial, even though it was already too late. “S-Stop… Just… Stop…” he couldn’t keep going like this, or at least his body couldn’t. He hated the fact it couldn’t, for he knew he could’ve done so much more if he had just had the time. Alas, that wasn’t the case, and so he had to face the harsh truth. This was a fight he couldn’t win. Not today.
 
The question had received a definitive answer. How much cum could her adversary’s heavy balls accumulate in such a short time? Or if the strong Amazon hands could rip a second powerful orgasm out of her bound victim? All fun questions to find out. For Diana at least as she doubted the man enjoyed the woman’s lowly treatment. Well, someone seemed to enjoy the woman’s fingers at least, given how energetic his cock still was, all things considered. Ares’ hard member pulsed and throbbed under the brunette’s hardworking digits as she made the man cum on cue. Similar to a volcano’s eruption, again, a thick stream of his seed jetted out of his manhood. It was the second time the god of war failed to make his manhood obey him, the second time the Amazonian princess made him cum against his will. Diana didn’t feel bad about it either. On the contrary, she was quite pleased with her influence over the man. No matter how many no’s he uttered, his cock had eventually surrendered to the Amazon.

After today, it would be difficult to take her ancient enemy seriously for Diana. The woman obviously didn’t hold good feelings towards the god of conflict. However, she used to still respect her archenemy for his heritage and history. Some of the pressurized semen splashed into the woman’s pretty face as well, and some found its way onto Wonder Woman’s chest, slowly oozing down her cleavage. Being stained by the man’s excitement didn’t bother the Amazon as she had already proved that she didn’t mind having a taste of her enemy’s seed. “You look quite compelled.” The Amazon watched his cock’s strong release with a satisfied grin. She actually had to wait for a while until his member stopped ejaculating more thick semen into the air. That big cock wasn’t a mere decoration to the god’s human form on earth, but very functional. More than any cock her Amazonian eyes had witnessed in fact. Near the end of the man’s powerful orgasm, the woman pulled her hands off his package and let his thick rod throb and dance on its own. It was a funny sight, to watch Ares’ exposed cock wriggle and twitch by itself, only to spurt last bits of his seed. And accordingly, Diana let out a low chuckle at his throbbing cock as it eventually lost its energy.

When the man’s expressive member lost its former stiffness and rigidity, the Amazon hold his dick from its base again. It wasn’t a firm grip this time, but a lighter one. “You are not that impressive now, do you?” The strong brunette asked. Holding it in her hand, the woman shook his cock from side to side to make it sway and flap. To a degree, when his cock was marked by its own release, it was a dirty member too. To clean it, Diana lowered herself on his rod. His recently came manhood was now admittedly less satisfying to take into her mouth, but easier at the same time. As the woman closed her lips around the shaft, her tongue rubbed and flickered against the man’s organ. It felt less like a rock solid lollipop, and more like a sweat marshmallow in her mouth. Her sealed lips scanned his cock a few times before the woman popped it out of her mouth. “I trust you will remember today next time you dare to threaten the people I protect.” One after the other, Diana untied the villain’s feet, letting his legs drop from the edge of the stone altar. Before she could transfer him to a secure place, she still need to tie him up though.

Turning him around, Diana bent her weakened adversary over the stone furniture. The lasso of truth coiled his torso. She pulled his arms together behind his back to have them under the rope as well. In short, the golden lasso wrapped her muscular upper body, running many turns around his body. “I shall deliver you to justice. Like any other bad guy.” The confident heroine suggested. “And you have been very bad.” Her left hand whipped against the man’s bare bottom. Slender fingers of the brunette lingered on his ass for a while as the woman spend some time stroking his exposed backside. Her hand ran down his butt crack, brushed past his balls and slid down his upside down cock. Once again, Diana gained a strong grip of his manhood. She was not only a strong woman, but an athletic one as well. Wonder Woman raised one of her long legs and placed it over his hips like a smooth bridge that went across his buttocks. Her foot stood on the other side of his bottom as she kept the man’s bent hips firmly under her leg. “I compel you to tell the truth!” The heroine exclaimed, summoning the magical powers of her lasso to work. The coiled rope fired up and shined brightly. Before making more demands, Diana began to yank on his cock, faster and faster. “Name the princess that defeated you!” To stroke her ego another time, the woman ordered. She stopped pulling on his member to land another sharp smack across the ass she had under her leg. To continue from where she left, Diana reached down for his cock again, immediately starting to rub it downwards. “Name it aloud!” Wonder Woman repeated as she kept milking the man’s cock to make him experience the humiliation of coming at her boots. Under his exposed ass, which carried the Amazon’s fingerprint, between his legs, Diana firmly tugged at his defenseless cock.
 
It were questions Ares probably knew parts of the answer to even before she had started ‘pleasuring’ him, but there was not a single vein in his body that would’ve wanted to answer them… Except for maybe that one thing. Indeed, it seemed his cock was very willing to please the Amazon Queen, as proven by the strong and forceful orgasm it produced for the second time in a rather short period of time. Ares doubted any mortal could do what he had done right now, but it definitely wasn’t something to be proud of. In fact, it was a ‘skill’ that made him feel pitiful. Humiliated. Anything but a God, really, even though he was one. Had that been her goal? To make him feel… human? Like the pests he despised, the creatures that had destroyed about everything his father… their father had created? In hindsight, she had mentioned it before… Maybe she was just trying to make him feel human so he’d understand them better? But if so, it didn’t help her cause, for he detested their weakness even more than before.

And of course, she had to rub it all in. “You… don’t say?” Even as she released his manhood, it still squirmed around a bit, as if it was about to draw its final breath coughing out the last bits of his seed before finally giving up and dropping limp. For how long it could take to reach its full height, it definitely didn’t need as much to shrink again. Not that he really cared, he was mostly just trying to regain some sort of composure, panting harshly as he took the brief moment she gave him to catch his breath. Not that it did him any good, as she immediately claimed ownership of his shaft once more. His whole body tensed, fearing what was coming next. “Let go… Just… let go…”, his dick swayed from side to side as she shook it, which only added to the humiliation, before once more feeling her tongue explore it. He slammed his fist on the table in protest, briefly wondering if it had indeed worked or not as she pulled back. He soon realized it hadn’t.

His heels slammed against the stone table, his body too weak to even lower them in a more gentle matter, and he grunted as he was finally freed of his binds. “I… I will…”, he groaned, answering her questions truthfully, but probably for different reasons than she had wanted him to. He would keep it in mind at all times, if only to remember the humiliation she had let him gone through. It fueled his anger and he counted on it continuing to fuel him for the rest of his immortal life. He was going to exact his revenge somehow, someday, and to do that, he would have to remember this fateful day. There was no doubt in his mind that she too, would remember it, maybe even believe he was now weak, and he knew full well what overconfidence could do with a person.

Just as he believed it was all over, she turned him around and started to coil her lasso around his chest, pinning his arms against his body in the process. He weakly flailed his legs about for maybe a second or two, before giving up for the umpteenth time already. He knew there was nothing he could do, and so he wouldn’t. All while hoping she would indeed just deliver him to ‘justice’, whatever that meant. He knew there were things humans called jails and stuff like that, but did she really believe they could hold him there? Or was she so certain he had changed that he would just calmly do his time? She clearly didn’t know that while she had broken him physically and sexually, she had not yet broken his desire to create conflict and war. “Their justice… means nothing to me”, he finally said, before realizing she was sliding her fingers along the line of his ass. He wiggled a bit once he understood what she was going for, shaking his head while grunting heavily, clearly not liking what she had in mind.

A moment later, he froze. He could see her lift her leg over his own body, but it was hard to tell where exactly she had placed it with his head pretty much stuck in its current position. There was, however, no doubt in his mind that it was meant as some sort of victory pose… One she deemed incomplete without jerking him off. Grunting, his legs flailed around as he squirmed against the rope, grunting as he tried to keep himself from answering her question. The lasso, however, took no prisoners. “Diana, Amazon Princess of Themyscira…”, he mumbled, the rope forcing its effect on him as he winced the moment her hand connected with his exposed butt. It seemed she wasn’t done, however. “D-Diana, Amazon Princess of… of Themyscira!” he ‘followed’ the order with disgust, but that wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part was that he could feel another orgasm coming up and while it definitely also felt good, it was also starting to hurt, mentally and physically. This body was not yet meant to take on such physical labor yet. But Diana didn’t seem to care about that, her hand moving up and down, up and down, up and down…

“N-NOOO!” and with that as his last word, his cock once more sprang to life, creating some sort of semen pool on the stone table as its contents were spread with brute force. While definitely not as impressive as before, it was still a surprising amount of cum, surprising even Ares in the process. “E-Enough…” Besides a slight twitch here and there, his body was completely exhausted, panting heavily as he lay on the table, not even trying to free himself anymore. It was all over for him, it seemed.
 
Dramatic yelp of the broken god of war didn’t stop his cock from ejaculating its contents yet another time. His member had spurted again for its handler. Above her mischievous grin, Diana’s pretty eyes beamed at the man’s throbbing member as he spilled more of his thick substance. That last orgasm didn’t look as powerful. It was still a strong release, just not as big of a dump in comparison to what came before it. While the assertive queen of Amazons made her victim cum, her name rang within the stone walls of the temple. The hefty cock Wonder Woman claimed as hers wriggled for its owner as the strong Amazon milked his obedient member. Above the floor, Diana rocked the man’s dangling organ a few times so that the last bits of semen could drop out of his manhood. Regardless of her enemy’s belief, she was intended to find a proper prison for him. If anything failed, she could have brought him to the island, but she actually didn’t want him on her homeland.

After the final pulse of his cock, Diana pulled her leg off him, setting it next to the other. “That’s it?” She questioned the end of his release. Objectively, Ares had dumped a considerable amount of his seed on the floor, but the beautiful princess was still a hard girl to please. Stepping on the white pool of semen, the victorious heroine circled the altar. Now standing at the opposite side of the table, the woman tucked her fingers into the loops that coiled her captive. She slid his body farther up on the stone furniture, enough to make his head stick out of the edge of the altar. “Have you had enough?” Even his manhood seemed to be quite exhausted after what Diana did to it. Given how much cum the woman squeezed out of that expressive thing, this however wasn’t hard to believe. The Amazon spun around to face the other way. Behind her, her hands held the edge of the table as she pulled herself up to rest her tight hips on the man’s back. Her smooth legs dangled down from Ares’ shoulders. She closed and locked them at the ankles to sandwich his neck between her firm thighs. Like cylindrical blades of a pair of soft scissors, the Amazon clenched her shapely legs to interrupt the man’s airflow.

“Things are different now.” The woman began to explain. In comparison to a hundred years ago, a lot had changed in the world. The Amazon and the god of war weren’t the only ones with gifted abilities who walked earth anymore. There were others. People were getting smarter, and also more paranoiac. She had read about the special prisons being made, even for the queen of Amazons herself, if things were to come to that. “There are others smarter, faster and more super than both of us.” The woman suggested. Given the firm squeeze around the man’s neck, she didn’t expect to get a response from him either. “Men are creating prisoners for all of us.” Although a necessary precaution, the woman too wasn’t fond of the idea that the very people she protected had been designing prisons that were supposedly capable of holding a demigod, just to be sure. The tasteless act itself could very well support Ares’ mistrust against humans. Perhaps that was why Diana’s strong legs tried to stop the man from talking. Of course, no one could really guarantee that, no matter how secure, a prison cell could hold a god for too long. Adding more pressure to her thighs, the woman continued. “I trialed you. And found you guilty.” She claimed. Eventually, her legs relaxed around the man’s neck as the Amazon climbed off Ares’s back and the altar. She pulled the man from the rope that wrapped his body, dropping him off the table he bent over. No matter how uncomfortable, she began to drag her tied up enemy towards the entrance of the old structure.
 
All he could do was twitch, his muscles unresponsive as he tried to resist. His manhood was pulled a couple of extra times to make sure it was completely empty before she finally let go. He could hear her step around the altar, her voice ringing in the air as she asked him if that was all. He couldn’t and wouldn’t answer that question, he knew it was nothing more but another way of humiliating him. Not necessarily his status as a God, but his human capabilities. And while he didn’t care about what his manhood was capable of, he could still feel a pang of humiliation as she asked that question. It seemed that even a deity like himself would never be able to fully detach itself from its ‘mortal’ vessel.

He felt her fingers slip through the coils of the rope, moving him towards the edge of the altar. His head dangled a bit as it lost its support and he briefly wondered if she was planning on just dropping him. However, he would soon understand what her real intentions were as she pulled herself onto the table and allowed her legs to slip past his shoulders. He knew what those powerful thighs could do from before and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he already understood what was coming. A couple of seconds later, her legs struck like a snake that started to suffocate its prey. He choked a bit, weak twitches in his legs and a slight movement of his head the only signals that he was struggling to breath.

He was forced to listen to her, unable to even open his mouth to give her some witty retort. He knew of those prisons, of course, and he also knew that there were others much like them. Still, he took those prisons as some sort of an act of war. He still didn’t understand why Diana could see them as ‘worthy’ rulers over this planet. He was certain that they would turn on her, one day or another, simply waiting for a moment to strike her down and then put her in one of those fancy cells that could even keep a demigod from escaping… Though he sincerely doubted if those cells were effectively capable of doing such a thing. Still, this act of clear distrust, this trial of gaining some sort of control over those more powerful than them… It only made his beliefs stronger.

He felt his body contract a bit as she increased the pressure, grunting as she ‘passed her judgment’ before gasping to take in the air as quickly as possible as she released. Even a God needed oxygen, sadly enough, and now that he had survived her torture for so long, he didn’t feel the need to necessarily die anymore. If only to decrease the time he would need to gain strength. “I’ll get you back for what you did, Diana. I’ll make you see what these humans really are…” he groaned before landing on the ground with a grunt, briefly disoriented as his head smacked against the stone floor. It was only after she started to make her way towards the entrance that he understood what was going on. He knew that escaping was a no-go, with the legendary lasso around his waist, so all he could do for now was hope she would indeed take him to some sort of prison and believe she had delivered him to justice and that he would never return… And thus give him time to think about his revenge.

--Timeskip one year—

As expected, the humans had overestimated their own abilities. While they had managed to hold him there for about half a year, he had only allowed it to be that way so he could regain his strength, feeding on the anger of the prisoners and their hatred for their captors. It was incredible how many emotions there were in such a rather limited space, but he definitely wouldn’t complain as it had accelerated his growth by quite a lot. After about three months, he could already tell that he was getting near the point that he had reached back during the World Wars, three more months and he was at the very peak of his abilities. Finally, he could really call himself a God again and he would make sure the humans would tremble at the mention of his name.

His escape had been fairly easy and after six months in prison, he had escaped. At first, he had decided to hide for a bit, make sure his body was capable of wielding the almost endless power the God of Conflict actually possessed while also crafting new, similar armor and weapon. But today, more than a full year after his second defeat to his half-sister, Ares had finally decided to return to the temple. Not because it had some sort of functionality other hideouts didn’t have, but because of the fact that he wanted revenge. He could've gone out and looked for her, but simply beating her wouldn’t be enough: he wanted to do it in the very same spot where the Amazonian Princess had humiliated him more than once. He wanted to see her squirm on the altar, as he had done months ago, beg him not to do it, yet forced to do whatever the other wanted because the body couldn’t keep it together, much like he had done. He grunted at the thought, leaning on the very same altar as he briefly thought of what had happened for the umpteenth time already. He had indeed remembered the day.

And much like he remembered that one day, he would make sure Diana would remember this one.
 
After doing the heavylifting in her half-brother’s second defeat, Diana had delivered her long time enemy over the men he hated so much. Ares was a considerable threat against humanity and pretty much everything Wonder Woman stood for. He needed to be dealt with care, should be kept under maximum security at all times. Regular humans wouldn’t fully understand how dangerous of a man he really was, that this one was much different than the other villains that came before him. Knowing the god of war better than anyone else, anyone still alive at least, the Amazon’s consultancy, the precautions she would suggest were all important matters regarding the old god’s captivity. The queen of Amazons couldn’t have stayed at the confidential location they held the man forever though. She had other places to be, other things to do. It was a mission done well. Thus, the heroine just had to trust the officials with the man’s custody. It was a sound defeat what Ares had tasted in the temple. Surely, the perverse treatment he experienced at the Amazon’s hands could have ignited a fire within the god of conflict for revenge. Diana thought differently though. For her, what she had done to her half-brother should have been enough to make him reconsider his evil deeds. If he had been a bad god again, the Amazon could very well double his punishment. The pretty heroine was confident that the sheer idea of suffering at her hands another time should be enough to act as a second barrier that would keep the man in his new prison.

***

It had been, more or less, one year. Diana went through several mild adventures during that time. In the end, it occurred to her that her last encounter with Ares had been just another day at work, just another villain to be put behind bars. In comparison to their very first fight, he admittedly hadn’t give the renowned heroine that big of a challenge. That being said, that day, a darker part of Diana had surfaced. A twisted side of the Amazonian princess that hadn’t showed up since. Perhaps, it was just a quick phase she went through. While no new enemy had appeared to give the woman a real challenge, Diana kept training both her mind and body to keep herself in shape. Thanks to her demigod heritage, the gifted heroine didn’t really need to do excess physical exercises like regular humans. Still, the Amazons were known for their endless exercitation, which the brunette didn’t omit either.

While the established heroine attended to trivial matters, it had taken the people she trusted so much more than six months to inform the program’s failure. The program in question was of course about the captivity of Ares. They had since started a second program to recapture the woman’s archenemy. It had of course failed as well. And some bureaucracy Diana could never understand prevented them from briefing the brunette warrior about her enemy’s eventual escape. Upon learning the news, Diana was surely furious about the unpleasant events. Only half of her anger was aimed at the men who failed to imprison the god of conflict though. The other half targeted Ares himself. Apparently, he wanted more humiliation. The man better protected his manhood well as the princess was not intended to be as gentle on him this time. If her stubborn foe needed another lesson from the Amazon, she better gave him what he deserved. Since Ares had been on the loose for some time, there was a possibility that he might have regained more of his powers this time. After all, there was a reason why Diana had faced him in a rush almost one year ago. There wasn’t much clue where he might be dwelling, but the warrior princess had a good guess about his whereabouts. A guess she didn’t share with others, just to take care of this business personally.

Not willing to waste more time, not to give her adversary more time to regain more of his strength, Diana almost immediately started her rigorous campaign to hunt her enemy down. She was up for the challenge, confident to interrupt his evil plans alone. However, she wasn’t aware that his plans were more about the very princess that belittled him and less about the humans he sought to destroy. It was another day at work, again. She wasn’t in a much different mindset than the last time she walked through the same woods. Her appearance remained same as well. Same red and blue outfit covered her fit form, all the while showing off a good amount of her flawless skin. Her ornate shield, blade and bracelets shined brightly under the sunlight, while her red, armored bustier stuck out in the green forest. Her lasso coiled at her waist, it fluttered with the sway of the woman’s tight hips. Her booted legs climbed up the stairs that led to the entrance of the temple quickly. Last time she had been here, the woman was almost certain that her enemy was hidden within these walls. This time, it was a mere guess, an instinct. “Show yourself!” Diana drew her sword as her steps got slower inside the old structure. “I know you’re here! What did I tell you?” Wonder Woman’s loud shout announced the confident heroine’s arrival, again.
 
He had of course known about the humans’ trials to recapture him, but it had been surprisingly easy to actually stay out of their hands. In fact, with the help of his ability to seemingly teleport from A to B, the agents had never even managed to catch a glimpse of him. He knew how the human bureaucracy worked, if only because he had used it to his advantage so many times before, and he knew that it took days, weeks or even months before the people who were supposed to know, actually got to know what had happened. He had definitely hoped it would take that same bureaucracy a long time before Diana herself actually learned about his escape, but if she ever were to tell him that it had taken them six months and that this had been her very first guess, he’d be even more amazed at the human inefficiency.

Her familiar voice soon echoed in the empty temple halls and a faint smile tugged at his lips as he walked from behind the altar, the sharp edge of the ax making screeching sounds as he let it slide over the floor, creating small sparks in the process. He didn’t move all too much, instead preferring for her to come to him this time around, which didn’t take all too long. He could remember them standing in about the same positions before. Ready to do battle, ready to try and destroy the other. “I remember, Diana, as you asked”, he said, slowly stepping towards her, still keeping the ax low to the ground. He was surprisingly calm, after all that had happened to him before, and he kept eye contact at all times, making a clicking sound with his tongue as he shot a quick glance at her sword. “How could I not?” a black fog surrounded him as he suddenly disappeared into thin air, reappearing right in front of the altar. “The stains might be gone, but the humiliation… It always remained”, he let his hand rest on the altar for a couple of seconds, seemingly reminiscing about their last fight that had ended so badly for him. Still, he knew this was going to be different. And he was quite sure she knew that too by now: the fact he could literally move from A to B with incredible speed like he used to was a skill she had to be wary of. Of course, that also meant he had his other abilities back as well, which almost immediately made the whole temple a danger on its own.

But for now, he kept most of those hidden. Destroying the temple wouldn’t help his cause, after all. “As did my desire for revenge…!”, he exclaimed, pointing the heavy battle-ax at her with seemingly nothing more but a flick of the wrist. It might have sounded like a challenge, and it honestly was, but it was at the same time a rather clever (if he might say so himself) way to manipulate a thin, iron beam which he moved a bit closer. He dropped it silently after only a couple inches, however, lowering his arm as he did so just to keep the illusion going. He disappeared a second time, once more taking his spot right in front of her, twenty feet away from her, just like the last time. “Do you think you can beat me at my full strength, Diana?” his words had barely left his mouth or he had already fired a beam of lightning straight at her, not even seemingly having to wait for it to charge up, showcasing that he had gotten stronger than ever before. Truly, prisoners held much more hate than ‘normal’ humans and it was only now that he realized that it, combined with his own hatred for the Amazonian Beauty in front of him, it had unlocked his full potential. Still, he doubted it would have any effect on her. In fact, he hoped it wouldn’t. It was no more than a distraction, a distraction for the beam that crept closer and closer every time he rose his arm.

“Do you?”
 
Facing the same foe within the same high walls of the temple, it was almost like watching a movie twice. A movie the confident Amazon had already seen the ending. She wouldn’t have expected a different climax to this familiar story. Powered or not, the woman had bested her evil counterpart more than once. The self-assured heroine was confident that the day would end with the god of war at her feet. It was still frustrating to do the same dance twice. She was a busy woman, who didn’t have time to defeat each one of her enemies again and again. To ensure the man behaved, this time she was willing to double, or triple his punishment. Different to her last appearance, a more aggravated Diana entered the place this time around. She was quick to spot the man as he didn’t seem to be hiding. Out of all the places, he stood next to the very alter she bent him over one year ago. Her brows strictly knitted above her fierce eyes, the Amazon glared at her old enemy.

The humiliating experience of being milked several times by the Amazon didn’t seem to have taken anything away from the cocky god’s confidence. If Diana didn’t know better, she could have thought this was a different entity who had never met the woman before. At the first glance, Wonder Woman could already tell that Ares had gained more of his strength this time around. Although the brunette warrior was quite fast herself, she still needed to lunge herself forward, push her athletic body to dart out in the direction she wanted. It was much different than teleporting around the place, or whatever Ares was doing. Attentive eyes of the woman carefully tracked her opponent’s whereabouts in the hall. Running away from a fight was not the Amazonian way. If anything, Diana would welcome a challenge any day. Hence, the heroine didn’t seem concerned about facing a more powerful foe.

While Ares gave the woman a small demonstration of his regained abilities, some of them at least, Diana gained a defensive stance in front of the man. “I defeated you before Ares. I’ll do so again.” The strict Amazon spoke behind her golden shield, no fear present in her expressive eyes. She let her round shield absorb the man’s lightning attack. It wasn’t particularly a powerful strike, not strong enough to penetrate the woman’s defenses. The ornate writings and symbols on the shield shined brightly, the impact pushing Diana a few inches back. “This time, I’ll bring you to Themyscira. Where you answer for all your wrongdoings.” Since the officials had failed to imprison the god of conflict, the magical island sounded to be a better place for the mythical being’s lasting imprisonment. Diana switched the position of her feet, putting most of her weight on her backmost leg. Her actions weren’t driven by revenge, but her sense of justice. Thanks to her superhuman traits, the Amazon had never required convoluted, well thought tactics to defeat her opponents, mostly relying on her reflexes and brute strength to handle matters. She had a simple strategy, just attack.

Worthy of the name god of conflict, Ares was quite a talkative person. Wonder Woman knew very well that it was pointless to engage in a war of words with the man. “You’re getting on my nerves.” Keeping it up, Diana slightly crouched behind her golden shield. “AAAA!” The Amazonian princess cried aloud. Very ground underneath one of her boots began to crack. Since she had defeated her foe without much of a hustle last time, the woman didn’t take a different approach this time as well. Her quick attack mirrored her previous encounter with the god of war. Similar to last time, the beautiful warrior princess swiftly leaped forward. Her shield aimed at Ares, Diana darted out like a squeezed spring, a very good-looking spring at that too.
 
It was easy to see that his reappearance frustrated her to some extent, shown not only by the glare that he had received but her general stance as well. She seemed more aggressive than ever, which should play to his advantage if he played his cards right. Rushing things was the worst thing you could do, after all, and he knew all too well what emotions like frustration and anger made people do: it made them want to finish things quickly. She made it quite clear too as she stood there, watching him move with attentive but fierce eyes, definitely not looking like a woman who was about to back down or who would take it slow. She just wanted to get this over with and go back home or do something justice-like. He snorted at the thought, knowing by now that her understanding of justice was not necessarily the same as that of other heroes and good-doers. He was certain that milking your opponent and humiliating them wasn't a part of most's definition of justice.

As expected, the lightning bolt did nothing besides shoving her back a little bit, which was enough to surprise him for a brief moment. Had he underestimated his own limits? Had he somehow caught her by surprise? Either way, it gave him yet another confidence boost, smirking as she spoke about defeating him again. "There is a saying these humans you love like to use... What was it again? Third time's the charm?" he spun the ax around in his hand, shifting his stance slightly as he too, bending the knees slightly while bouncing slightly onto the balls of his feet. While he was mostly a powerhouse, he could be surprisingly nimble on his feet, though he usually preferred using his ability to teleport himself to make sure he was actually invincible to his opponents' attack. For Diana, however, he was willing to make an exception. "I answer to no one." He had proven that many times before, including today, as his return was mostly a way of telling her that no matter what she did or made him do, he would return over and over again.

As expected, she once more took the initiative, launching herself at him shield-first, which was a rather stunning sight to behold. He guessed that she did indeed believe this was going to turn out exactly the same way. Smirking, the god of conflict decided he would play along for a bit, stretching his arms protectively in front of him, pressing the belly of his ax against the shining surface, but this time he stood his ground with relative ease, hearing the ground crack slightly beneath his feet, yet he himself remained unmoving. "Has it ever occurred to you, my dear Diana, that I wanted to get on your nerves?", he asked the question quite nonchalantly, releasing his ax with one hand ever so slightly. While he was definitely stronger than before, he knew he wouldn't be able to beat her with one hand only in a simple test of strength, so he needed to be cautious. Still, he managed to slightly shift his fingers, the small iron beam suddenly shot forward, bending it in mid-air as he tried to let it coil around the powerful, smooth legs of the heroine to not only limit her movements but to try and make he fall as well as he repeated his movements from before, stepping to the side in a trial to use her own attack against her. At the same time, his free hand would reach for the legendary lasso in a trial to steal it away.
 
It was funny of Ares to talk about the charm of the third instance. If she remembered it correctly, the third orgasm she ripped from the man’s cock was anything but charming. While the woman was busy fighting, there was no time to quip though. As if she was a little lightning bolt herself, the swift heroine charged at her enemy faster than a zooming in camera. The defensive armament Diana firmly held in front of her struck the midsection of the man’s big axe with a sharp clink. Little waves rippled through the Amazon’s magical shield. After exhausting the rest of her momentum, the shapely brunette warrior stopped a few feet behind the man. To face her opponent again, Diana swiftly turned around. “That wouldn’t be good for you.” The renowned princess of Themyscira claimed. If he indeed wanted to irritate her by playing on her frustration, he also had to put up with an angry Amazon, which would have been considered to be a bold move by many. Diana had always been a warrior who fought with her emotions rather than using her head. Such passion could both be a strength and a weakness in a heated battle.

Behind her ornate shield, the woman reached for her hip to draw her stylish sword. Strong metal of the weapon briefly flashed as the woman raised it up. Not only her strength, but the nimble body of the Amazonian beauty made her a remarkable opponent to face off against. Her shapely physique was as agile as it looked. She sprang up and rolled in the air to land just in front of her muscular enemy, hoping to gain an opening to strike him down, rapid and strong. When the man held a big, two handed weapon, it made sense to focus on his hands. As soon as she landed on her feet, the woman pulled her sharp sword back, intended to swing it fast. Something disturbed her balance and stance though. She hadn’t noticed the beamlike object manipulated by her foe. Not until it wrapped her shapely legs like some kind of metal restraint. The metal that ran around her curvy calves caught the woman off guard and threw off Diana’s balance. Her sword still whistled as the princess swung it in an arc. However, it was only air what the sharp blade cut through. The unbalanced heroine awkwardly staggered. As she toppled over backwards, her eyes noticed her foe reaching for her lasso. Since both of her hands were occupied, one holding the shield, the other her sword, she was unable to stop the man from picking her magical lariat off her hip.

Firm pillows on her shapely backside dampened the impact of the Amazonian warrior’s fall. As useful as it was, the magical rope didn’t exactly have a mind of its own to distinguish who was evil and who was good. That thing didn’t have a fingerprint sensor after all. Still, the magical artifact was too powerful to be used by an ordinary man or woman. Its mystical powers required a knowledge person to be summoned by. Although Ares was neither an ordinary human, nor a stranger to magical artifacts, Diana was more worried about her restrained, beautiful legs right now. She quickly rose up to a sitting position on the floor, her legs stretched out. Although her long legs were quite strong, there wasn’t any room to kick the metal off her body. Her pretty face gained a strained expression as Wonder Woman tried to spread her smooth legs. The metal squeaked around her lower legs. Given the high tensile strength of steel, it still required the aid of her hands. Thus, the warrior princess let go of her sword and shield. Both objects lying at each side of the pretty heroine, Diana held the sturdy object that wrapped her legs. “Uunh!” The woman grunted. Using her bare hands, she began to loosen the piece of metal that restrained her feet.
 
He felt her brush past with force, once more amazed by the strength the demigod actually possessed. He always had to remind herself that Diana was not an ordinary human, though her looks probably should have told him as much. He had yet to meet a human with such beauty, after all, and definitely not when you took her actual age into consideration. It was funny to see how humans grew older over time, losing most of their beauty as time passed, while both he and Diana didn’t have to fear such a thing, or at least not as much. She definitely didn’t, at least, while he supposed that he had looked worse about a century ago. Maybe her destroying that old body of his hadn’t been so bad after all...

A smirk tugged at his lips as she warned him about irritating her, amused by the fact that she did not yet understand his words. He was using her own anger against her and she had no clue... It was rather pitiful. She claimed to be so great and she probably even was an amazing heroine, but she had still so much to learn. Yes, it could make you stronger, more determined to actually hurt the other, but it also made you sloppy. He knew that of experience: a century ago, overconfidence had been his downfall. A year ago, combined with a lack of strength, he had allowed his anger to take over and try to force a quick decision. This time, he wouldn’t let that happen.

He lifted his ax slightly as she drew her sword. He had destroyed one before, but he wasn’t sure if he could do that again. While Diana still fought on emotions and instincts, she had definitely grown stronger. There was no telling what she was capable of if she could somehow generate the strength that she had shown a hundred years ago and combine that with her weapon. He watched her slender but powerful looking form soar through the air with narrowed eyes, gripping his weapon tighter as he tried to figure out what she was trying to do. He was already moving the ax as she finally got caught by his sneak attack, her initially dangerous strike missing him completely as she fell over. He could already smell victory as he felt his fingers pull the rope from her hip, briefly staring at the mythical object in his hand.

He knew what it was capable of and he knew how it worked, but he was unsure if he would be able to use it. But even if he couldn’t, he was quite sure that its sturdiness didn’t depend on who was holding it. Plus, it was one less weapon that she could use against him, possibly even the one that had worried him the most. He could handle a sword and a shield just fine, but her bracelets and lasso were a different story. Those weren’t ‘regular’ weapons after all. Pulling his gaze away to keep an eye out for his fallen enemy, the muscular god smirked slightly as she dropped her weaponry and started to tug at the metal with her bare hands. That was an opening he couldn’t let pass by. “Always keep your eyes open, Diana... And never drop your weapon in front of your enemy.”

With a slight grunt, he aimed his weapon at what seemed to be some sort of heavy chain, possibly from an old ritual or something, and swung his arm in a wide arc with speed and aggression. The metal soared through the air, its shackles making metallic sounds in the process, going straight for the wrists of the seated heroine as the god himself walked over, aiming to place his foot on the heroine’s sword so he could slide it out of her reach. “You won’t need that anymore...” While the shield was also dangerous, he believed that a shart point was still riskier than a flat, blunt object that was mostly meant for defense. Meanwhile, the chain would not only try to bind her wrists together, but he had ordered it to try and force the Amazon Princess to lift her arms into the air and away from the beam that kept her powerful legs together, hopefully making it a bit more uncomfortable at the same time.
 
The great strength the Amazonian possessed would have eventually let the woman uncoil the piece of metal around her lower legs to free her dashing appendages. It still wasn’t exactly like cutting through paper and she would need time. The metal creaked and shrieked against the considerable force the brunette heroine put on it. Her fingers created dents at the spots where she held it. It was an awkward position, and tying to bend steel was a good way to exhaust her energy. While the heroine worked on the makeshift shackles, she kept paying attention to her adversary’s imposing weapon. She perhaps couldn’t stand up or jump around as much, but if needed, the woman could still roll out of danger. “I would beat you with my bare hands if I have to.” Diana glared up at the man. The confident heroine needed no magical lasso or an ornate sword to overcome an enemy.

Although the renowned Amazon princess could do without a sword, she would have still welcomed its aid. Using one of her hands, Diana reached for her sharp blade. However, something interrupted her fingers from gripping the handle of her sword, instead pulling her hand next to its pair. Instead of her, it was her opponent, who found her weapon, kicking it away from Diana’s reach. A thick chain ran around her wrists in front of the pretty heroine, moving on its own to wrap her arms and push them together. Having yet another restraint to her limbs surely didn’t make Wonder Woman happy. “Uuunh!” The woman grunted as she tried to pull her arms free. Linked steel rings of the chain stretched and squealed painfully, but held. Despite being quite dexterous, Diana’s arms were not as strong as her pleasant legs. For the moment, the princess still resisted the invisible force that tried to pull her arms up. Fighting against unyielding steel was tiring, making the heroine sweaty. “Aargh!” Wonder Woman gave it another go. Distributing her strength among her limbs. Her smooth thighs strained and her hands balled into tight fists. Giving out a few deep breaths, her chest heaved up and down when she eventually stopped pulling on her steel restraints. Instead, her eyes threw an angry glance at the man.

Instead of spending more time to get rid of her restraints, the dexterous heroine made a move to use the freedom she still had. The nimble brunette bent her long legs back to roll backwards. Leather strips of her short gladiator skirt flipped and the cheeky undergarment she wore briefly flashed under the leather garment. The material hugged her firm hips well. Very similar to her skirt, it was dark blue with a small shine to it. The fabric was quite flexible, just like its wearer. Like a talented gymnast, Wonder Woman pressed her chained hands on the floor to push herself up. A few backflips the athletic princess manage to perform put some distance between the woman and Ares. Since her legs and arms were tied together, tumbling like that was awkward and difficult even for the gifted brunette. Inevitable, Diana fell on her firm butt a moment later after the last somersault she managed to do. Her stamina was high, but not endless. And Diana wasn’t exactly using it sparingly. Shortly after the woman fell down, her arms stretched out at the ceiling as if an invisible hand strongly pulled them up from the chain. Rest of her fit form followed the lead of her hands as the man’s magic stood the athletic heroine up. She looked up at the empty space above her as the shapely woman forced to stand on tiptoe, her furious expression not matching the elegant form she had.
 
While patience was a virtue, Ares knew that he couldn’t waste much time. While limiting one’s movements was a good idea in general, he knew Wonder Woman could break the metal object that kept her strong legs together if he gave her enough time, which was why he had immediately sent the chain afterward. While it was probably true that she was draining her stamina by trying to escape, he’d rather not run the risk. He had seen her struggle in his binds once before and it had ended with him getting ripped apart by lightning, a fate he’d rather not see repeated. And when she said that she could beat him without needing a weapon, he was inclined to believe her. She had done it once before, after all. No, he definitely preferred a somewhat fresh but tied up heroine over an exhausted but free one.

So he couldn’t help but feel a bit of relief rush through his body as the chains found their targets and pushed them together, only now realizing how much adrenalin a mortal body could produce. Had he been afraid of her? Was that possible? He suddenly wasn’t so sure anymore and for good reason to: Diana was stronger, faster, smarter... She was simply better than anyone else he had ever faced before, including the other Gods and even Zeus himself. Even though his father had beaten him once before, it hadn’t been a decisive victory for the God of Lightning, or at least not as decisive as Diana’s last one. And even with her hands tied, Diana was still capable of impressive feats. As she struggled to pull her limbs free, she somehow managed to resist his ability to control the metal, unwilling to raise her hands. Still, it seemed to cost her quite a lot of stamina, noticing slight drops of sweat appear here and there as she struggled. For a brief moment, he believed he had won... But she immediately proved him wrong.

With wide eyes, the god watched as she rolled back, catching him completely by surprise and having him let up his attack for a couple of moments. He was amazed at such athletic ability, not having expected her to think of such an escape on such a short notice, proving she was not only a beautiful, but also an incredibly smart amazon. He caught a glimpse of her underwear as she summersaulted away from him to gain some distance, grunting as he tried a second time to get the chains to rise. She had once more shown him that you were almost never done with her, but at least it seemed she had hit her first limit. As she was forced to her toes, he moved in her direction once more, closing the distance with relative ease that she was, hopefully, unable to move. He let the magical lasso slip through his fingers, placing his ax on the ground as he came to a stop at a short distance, yet making sure she couldn’t hit him with her feet if she somehow managed to use his magic against him. He wouldn’t be surprised.

“You know... Anger doesn’t really fit your face...” he mused, his eyes briefly traveling down her body. The last time, he hadn’t really had the chance to appreciate her beauty. This time, however, he was determined to take his time doing so. Her outfit accentuated her powerful legs in particular, although he would admit that the chest area was definitely interesting as well. But before he had that chance, he wanted to know if the lasso worked on its usual wielder. He walked around the heroine with confident steps, making sure he kept some sort of pace going just in case she managed to break out. Finally, he closed the distance as he came up close behind her, now aiming to tie the magical object around the woman’s wrists.

“What were the words again?” He paused for a couple of moments, trying to remember the sentence she had uttered a year go. It wasn’t a particularly hard thing to say, but he had a feeling it had to be correct. “I compel you to tell the truth” he finally spoke and the lasso reacted, for the first time in a year filling the dark temple with a golden hue. However, that didn’t mean it worked of course: you never knew if she had some sort of resistance. “Tell me, Diana... What did you think when your beloved boyfriend killed himself?” He was quite sure that was a question that went deep, deep enough to make her want to lie, to make her want to tell him that he was a hero and nothing more. But he was quite sure there was more to it, that she believed there to be some sort of selfishness in there. “Do you believe that their new ‘maximum security’ jails are only meant to protect themselves, or do you fear betrayal?” Still, while both questions weren’t foolproof, he hoped it would at least somehow show that it worked on her. He already knew her name, her homeland, her parents... So this was pretty much all he had... for now. He was determined to use it in the near future like she had done, to force her to admit that she had lost to him. But for that to happen, he would have to actually beat her, and he doubted she believed she had lost just yet.

But he could as well start... He rose his big, powerful hand and aimed to smack her on the ass, if only to test her reactions. Sure, she wasn’t naked yet, but the moment he knew the lasso actually worked, he would change that.
 
Her arms and legs immobilized, it was definitely a difficult situation for the acclaimed heroine. After all, if she couldn’t move her pretty legs or swing her capable hands, she couldn’t be so wonderful. Looking down at her feet, only to see a sturdy beam wrapping her lower legs, looking up above, only to find a stubborn chain to keep her arms together; Diana still fought against her restraints, wriggling in place, squirming on the tips of her boots like an elegant ballerina. Clear frustration kept dominating her pretty face, her lips narrowed, her dark brows knitted. “Aaargh!” The warrior princess tried to pull her hands down, fighting against the magical force that held them up. Her arms vigorously shaking, her tied hands slowly began to move down. Just when the strong heroine managed to lower her hands a couple of inches down, her muscles finally gave in and her dexterous hands darted up to their initial position, leaving the woman panting. It was smarter to save her energy at the time, but she was too stubborn to even momentarily accept her fate.

Where she couldn’t use her pretty sword, Diana’s sharp gazes pierced the man. She held her breath, once again struggling against her adversary’s magic, this time however her hands didn’t move an inch and her efforts didn’t do much other than giving her face a red shade. Quite fatigued, Diana watched the man come closer. She could see Ares unwinding her own lasso, dragging the free end of the golden rope across the floor with the unhurried steps he took. “Don’t you dare.” Wonder Woman advised. For many years, the bright artifact had been a trademark weapon for her. She had used her lasso in many adventures, so she knew its magical powers very well, more than anyone else. Still, the woman had never experienced how it felt to be on the receiving end of her lasso’s firm grip. As if the chains weren’t enough, soon, her own magical lariat wrapped her wrists as well. She knew it was pointless to fight against the lasso of truth as its unbreakable grasp was not about sheer muscle strength. Being the unyielding queen of Themyscira though, she still refused to just stand still. Using great force, Diana tried to split her hands, to overpower the magical object that held them. It was a hopeless struggle as the woman felt her remaining energy leave her body, her own lasso draining the rest of her vigor. If not for the god of war’s magic that held her up, she would have collapsed in short.

As long as its wielder held the necessity strength and knew the right words to utter, Wonder Woman’s magic lasso didn’t really care who held it. As the man spoke the words, the glowing rope didn’t shy away to work against its former mistress. Through her parted lips, a pair of pliers pulled the words out of the Amazon’s tongue. “Betrayed…” The brunette warrior voiced her concern about Steve’s sacrifice. “It should have been someone else.” It had never occurred to her that the god of conflict was interested in the untimely passing of the woman’s so called boyfriend. Regardless, bringing up his death was an easy way of making her emotional. Something she did differently could have saved her love interest. There was a more straightforward answer to Ares’ next inquiry. “I fear no manmade prison. Amazons shall be ready…” If things didn’t go well with humans in the end, if they proved Ares right, Themyscira would wage war against humans. “Yours had been made for me.” Diana admitted. The prison they put Ares in was initially designed to hold his half-sisters.

Once she regained the control of her tongue, Diana asked. “What are you trying to accomplish?” Leather straps of her short skirt did their job and damped some of the impact of the man’s strong smack. The brave Amazon gave out no shriek that would satisfy her opponent. The impact clenched her eyes though as the woman gave a snort of mild pain. Her hips swung back and forth one time as his sturdy hand slightly pushed her body forward. “Careful.” The Amazon warned the man. Laying one’s hands on the Queen of Amazons, it was a bold move, even for a god.
 
It was almost a miracle, seeing her fight against his magic and actually managing to win, if only for a brief moment. He could tell she was getting exhausted, tiring herself out simply because she didn't want to admit that she'd been put in a difficult position, one she might not even escape from as long as Ares played his cards right. In this case, that meant being wary of Wonder Woman at all times and thus, treading with care. Still, to hear her pant made him confident that this was too much of an obstacle for even a renowned heroine such as Diana. In all honesty, it had gone better than he had expected it to go: she was doing most of the work for him by tiring herself out. But even then she still managed to make a shiver run down his spine with a simple stare. If looks could kill, he would've been done for, but luckily for him, they didn't really do much besides possibly intimidate you or sway you. He wasn't going to let either of those options happen to him.

As he slowly walked around her, he took note of the clear signs of exhaustion and overexertion. "Why not? Afraid of what I'm going to ask?", he asked, her empty threat strengthening his belief that the lasso didn't care who actually held onto it. It was a rather curious thing, for he had expected the creator to have thought of the item falling in the wrong hands. Maybe it had been impossible, maybe he or she had simply forgotten but he was definitely grateful for it. Still, he decided to test it nonetheless, watching her struggle one final time as she fought her own unbreakable lasso with little success. It seemed she had completely drained herself, an event he would definitely take full advantage of. He knew that exhaustion made it harder to actually fight the lasso, a fact evident from the fact the woman's pretty lips parted almost the moment he had finished his question. As expected, she didn't completely feel like the man was a hero in his own right. Was that an interesting fact to him? Definitely. If you could turn people on those they loved, it was so much easier to corrupt them, to make them believe the whole world was evil. How many women and men had he not swayed with his words right after a heartbreak? They were definitely the easiest prey.

Diana, however, was for sure the hardest one. In fact, he doubted he'd be able to ever break her, just like she had never managed to make him break. "Let me tell you, you would've escaped. They have no clue what we are capable of. Hence why they are not fit to lead this world", he mused, listening to her words and briefly tilting his head as she spoke about the prison having been made for Wonder Woman in the first place. "Still... Don't you think that's an even worse betrayal than Steve's? To build a prison for the supposed heroine?", he asked, his words almost as sweet as honey as he whispered the words into her ear to add to the dramatic effect. He was sure the Amazons would be ready, but would that be enough? They would be severely outnumbered... The thought of his archenemy's kind disappearing sounded like music to his ears. Still, he doubted it would ever happen. Amazons should never be underestimated.

"Many things... Revenge, mostly. Satisfaction, maybe. The truth, for sure", the sturdy god replied as she asked him about his goals. He wasn't really sure what his real target was, but anything that had to do with getting back at the brunette was probably a correct answer. Her soft reaction to the slap made him smile: she was trying to stay strong, but he knew she couldn't keep that up forever. He would make sure of that. With care, he removed the lasso from around her wrists, careful not to touch the chains to avoid giving her some wiggle space. "Don't worry... I have no desire to kill you. Yet", he said as he shifted the spell on the chains to make them reach for the ground with a harsh pull, forcefully trying to get the superheroine to her knees and hands. Still standing behind her, he slowly moved to stand above her, his legs near her flanks as he reached forward, trying to coil the mythical object around the woman's neck. What better way to make her understand what he had in store for her than to simply repeat her own moves? "Do you think it's more fun as the horse?"
 
No matter what words the magical lasso made her utter, Diana held no desire to abandon her heroic duties and join her half-brother in this cruel, long term plan of his. Neither mentally, nor physically, the Amazon warrior was not so easily broken. When it came to her understanding of justice, what was right or wrong, the brunette princess had a thick head, difficult to backpedal. Her pointless struggles against the multiple restraints had exhausted most of her stamina, but her spirit remained in place, unphased by the fight. “You should know of betrayal more than anyone Ares.” The short tampered Amazon claimed. During his violent rebellion, many of his own kin had died at the hands of the god of war. “You’ll answer for your treachery. Mark my words…” The wonderful Amazonian woman confidently claimed, using her little freedom to jolt her body slightly forward to give her suggestion more emphasis. The princess did not fear death, and also doubted the man would murder her. Whom else would he complain to about the so called malevolent nature of humans if she were gone?

Being the experienced warrior she was, although being quite fatigued, Diana was in a constant search for a weakness, an opportunity to undo the man’s binding. If her legs hadn’t been detained from freedom, the dignified heroine wouldn’t have minded testing the integrity of Ares’ balls with a low blow kick. She was definitely an opponent who had to be handled with care. It was smart of Ares to not lower his guard down. With Diana, everything was possible. She was called Wonder Woman for a reason. This gal was certainly more than a pretty face. At the same time, the shapely heroine had to admit that some of the artwork, which portrayed the woman, exaggerated some of the features the pretty Amazon had. Particularly, her bust. However, when her armor piece pushed and pressed her breasts together to give these fruits more heft, she could kind of see the reason behind it. And it wasn’t like those kindly artists were able to take a peek at the heroine without her outfit.

Satisfaction through revenge. It was a concerning thought for a tied woman. Given what Diana had done to the man during their previous encounter, she could think of a few worrying activities Ares might have on his mind. She still repelled the thoughts. Her half-brother was no human after all, and going for a sweet revenge would be an earthly sensation. It was a relief to feel the lasso leaving her wrists. However, its new spot was going to be equally frustrating. As if her athletic body weighed more than a ton, the man’s magic pulled the heroine down on her knees with a loud bang. “Umph!” The strong impact shook her body. After she sunk to her lovely knees, her upper body was forced to lean down as well, leaving her chained hands to support her torso. Her own magical lasso acted as a yellow collar as the man wrapped it around her neck. Next to her superhuman feats, the demigod still needed to breathe air. Diana coughed a few times against the pressure on her throat. Her first instinct was to draw her hands to her neck to ease some of the tension, something she wasn’t able to do. “What… horse?” Diana managed to question between her coughs.
 
As expected, Diana remained loyal to her cause and her beliefs. He would never understand them, if only because of what she had recently told him about the prison having been made for her. Still, it was to be expected. He really didn’t expect her to bow down and throw away her beliefs, unlike the Diana from a year ago, who had seemed determined to try and make him see he was doing it wrong. In the end, it had only strengthened his beliefs, but more importantly, a desire for revenge. “I didn’t betray anyone. The humans betrayed our father, but he was too blind to see it. They were doubting their faith, destroying his world…”, he clenched his muscular fist as he thought about it, briefly tightening the chains around her wrists before lowering the pressure again. He had to be careful not to lose control, knowing she’d take advantage of anything she could get. And even though she was exhausted, he needed to be wary of her exceptional abilities. Gods and Demigods should never be underestimated. He had seen some of the artwork as well, picturing the woman during her heroic deeds or sometimes just some sort of portrait. Still, none seemed to really do her justice. She was definitely more beautiful in the flesh, although he would admit that her breasts were probably a bit smaller than they were usually depicted in paintings and drawings from her fans. He supposed it was because of the outfit… “Another reason to take it off”, the thought briefly passed his mind, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Time to actually take it all out”, he thought as she dropped to her knees, her hands soon following suit before clawing at the magical object that he had now coiled around her neck. The sounds she made every time she impacted the floor were music to his ears, his thirst for getting back at her for what she had put him through clearly showing as he now stood over her, clenching his legs to squeeze at her sides. He watched her struggle for a couple of extra seconds before finally widening the gap of the rope around her neck to give her the chance to breath, yet keeping it narrow enough to keep her from pulling it over her head. “The one that brings you to your sword”, he replied calmly, letting the words sink in as he looped the rope around his hand a couple of times. He finally dropped his butt down onto the pretty Amazon’s back, keeping the pressure up with his legs as if he was worried she’d throw him off if he didn’t do that. In reality, he was mostly just doing that to assert some sort of dominating position. Once seated, he briefly shot a glance at her powerful legs and arms. He wondered if he had to remove the binds that kept her limbs from moving properly, before deciding against it. He didn’t want her to be able to move her hands or legs freely. Unlike Ares, she was still able to fight back… “But not for long.” He would make sure of that.

“So let’s go, shall we?” he pulled the rope in the direction of the sword, his free hand briefly soaring through the air before once more colliding with the leather skirt to spur her on to start moving in the direction of her own sword. He knew it wouldn’t be easy considering she still had her wrists and calves tied together, but he had never intended to make it easy on her. She would have to go slower than he had gone a year ago, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing: this gave him the time to enjoy it for a longer period of time. And with her hands chained together and a rather heavy god on her back, he doubted she’d be able to grab a hold of her sword and use it the way you were supposed to handle such a weapon. Still, he supposed he couldn’t take any risks with a heroine like Diana. Grunting, he used his free hand to pull a heavy-looking iron bar down from the ceiling, dropping it on top of the sword’s blade as the temple seemingly shook for a brief moment. “Move it”, satisfied, his strong hand found its way back to her butt with even more strength as before, still trying to steer her in the direction of the sword.
 
The magical lasso that firmly hugged her neck worked in mysterious ways. Her brief battle against the man had already caused the brave heroine to spend some of her godly stamina, but the rest she felt to be siphoned away from her shapely body by the golden rope. If the object remained on her neck a little longer, that would undoubtedly take all of her might away. Only the physical part though as Diana’s willpower was not bound to the material strength of her body. Even before the man sat on her, the woman already felt like she carried a big load on her back. As expected from someone of Ares’ beefy physique, he wasn’t a light person, adding more to the princess’ burden. The more difficult part of carrying the man was not his weight though, but to maintain her balance as her limbs were stuck together. Although it wasn’t much different from what she did to the god of ward a year ago, irritation filled Diana’s already fierce eyes regardless. She was the queen of Themyscira, not a pretty mare to be mounted. Albeit, she more looked like a bad tampered dog while snarling at her adversary. The woman wasn’t kind of warrior who would take defeat lightly.

Being the one her knees and hands was definitely less comfortable for the heroine. Because of the pair’s size difference in width, she doubted the man had the same comfort Diana had a year ago while riding her defeated enemy as well. Although Diana didn’t know the exact spot where the man kicked her sword at not too long ago, the distinct shine of the woman’s chic weapon made it easy to spot it in the old temple. The simple act of grabbing her blade had never been a more tedious task for the beautiful warrior princess. “Grrr.” The brunette fighter growled at the man’s command. For a moment, she looked down at her bound arms. Her restraints didn’t make it easy to crawl across the dusty ground. However, she saw no point in complaining, since the woman doubted her enemy cared about the difficulty of the task. If anything, he would be amused by her struggles. “You’ll pay for your blasphemy.” Diana claimed, her voice coming out deeper because of the rope on her throat. Quite awkwardly, Diana spun her body to face the right direction. The nimble heroine couldn’t move so swift though. Under the limiting circumstances, she steered like a cargo boat, a heavy ship with a nice stern.

“Umph.” The pretty heroine sealed her lips, the smack she received to her shapely bottom forcing a breeze of warm air out of her nostrils. The brave Amazon had no intention of entertaining her enemy’s ears by girly shrieks one could rip from a naughty school girl. Her sisters back on the island wouldn’t have approved such a thing. As she got more tired however, worn to a frazzle, keeping the confident, tough hero mask would become more difficult for Diana. In the meantime, it was clear what Ares wanted. After his sound defeat, he seemed to be willing to mirror the events of their previous encounter as if that would undo all the things Diana did to the powerful god of war. “If you want to… relive the past Ares…” The brunette warrior reminded. Even short sentences were difficult to form without a little struggle and panting for the woman. “I might take you to that altar again.” The assertive brunette suggested. If she could turn back time, she would have given the whole temple a white paintjob using Ares’ cock.

Hopefully, the man was not in a hurry as the swift heroine crawled at a snail’s pace. Considering her bound legs and arms, she couldn’t have darted out like a nimble hound. It was a big chore to move like this for the gifted crime fighter. Brushing her smooth legs and capable arms against each other, every step she took only pushed Wonder Woman a few inches forward, her shapely rump swaying behind her and her firm body twitching under the weight of the man. Just because she didn’t move fast didn’t mean it was easy though. On the contrary, these baby steps were tiring the already fatigued Amazon greatly. Her frustration competed her lassitude when Diana finally reached her sword. Her lips remained parted as the woman panted for air. Her breath brought a sharp squeal out of the brave heroine the next time Ares’ hand slammed against her wonder butt. “Oww!” Diana yelped as her strained arms trembled next to her pinned sword.
 
Even Ares hadn’t known about the energy draining ability the lasso had, if only because he hadn’t really had much energy left when he’d been put under its spell. Either way, it played to his advantage, definitely when taking into consideration he wasn’t planning on removing the rope anytime soon. Or at least not until they had reached the sword. It wasn’t even that far purely based on the distance, but the moment he dropped his muscular body on top of the heroine’s back, he could already tell it was going to take a while. Not that he cared: he had all the time in the world now that he was in control. Or at least he had more time than before. He doubted she had warned anyone, Diana had a certain pride, and under the current circumstances, there was little she could do besides following the order he gave out. He could tell she was not amused, but that was the whole point. He wanted her to feel what he had felt a year ago, to understand the humiliation she had put him through, and what better way to do that than to return the favor? “I didn’t know you preferred to be a growling dog… The slave of the humans. Though I suppose that’s what you are too, in a way…”

While she definitely had a mind of her own, he felt like she was a bit of a pet to the humans who would only ask for her help whenever they couldn’t handle the situation themselves. Most of the time, she was pretty much their last hope, and thanks to Wonder Woman’s ‘love’ for humanity, she always fell for their petty words. He was quite sure today had been no different… Except for the fact that this time, he was going to be the master and not those foolish humans she cared about so much. “Hah! You talk about blasphemy to a God? A god who never received the same love or care as his fellow deities?”, he shook his head as a low chuckle escaped him. If anything, he was being the good guy here, trying to reinstate the good old days when the gods (but mostly himself, of course) had actually meant something. And like he was trying to steer the world in that direction, he steered Diana in a direction as well, feeling her move between his powerful legs with difficulty. “Not so agile now, are we?”, he taunted, patting her on the head like a human would to his dog.

As they slowly but surely made their way towards the altar, he let out a growl at the mention of the altar, briefly increasing the pressure on her sides to try and squeeze the air out of her for even only a moment. “Don’t worry… We’ll get back there eventually…”, he grunted, remembering what had happened the last time on that altar all too well. It had been the most humiliating part of them all, that was for sure, with her forcing him to have an orgasm multiple times and denying him a couple of others as well. “Save your breath. You’ll need it soon enough”, he added, noticing that the heroine was panting heavily by now, barely capable of forming a sentence. The lasso probably didn’t help either, though that was probably a good thing: he’d rather not have her repeat last year’s events too many times. It still stung but he was determined to change that feeling of humiliation in something different, something more positive. And yet, he could feel himself get harder as her body clearly struggled with the weight and the exhaustion, a smile of satisfaction on his face as she let out a yelp of protest as his hand found its target.

“I thought Amazons weren’t supposed to show signs of weakness in front a man?”, he asked gleefully as he finally closed his fingers around the handle of Diana’s sword, a flick of the wrist removing the bar and making it possible to actually hold the weapon the way one was supposed to. He briefly rose to his feet, inspecting the sword in his hands while keeping both legs pressed against the heroine’s sides, coiling the rope around his wrist so he didn’t have to hold it permanently. “Great craftsmanship… Shouldn’t be a problem to cut through leather…” he said, the tip of the sword hovering right above her flesh. To tease her, he gently touched some bared skin between her skirt and her bustier, wondering what the effect of the sudden cold metal would be. A moment later, he made a clean, vertical cut through the skirt’s leather waistband to reveal her undergarments and even more of her beautiful and powerful thighs as the skirt was forced to fall ‘open’. He was careful not to hurt the heroine herself if only to keep her ‘intact’ for the main event.

Leaving her firm butt for what it was, for now, he sat back down and put his full weight on her back, his fingers now sneaking towards the strong hooks that kept her bustier in place. Teasingly slow, the god of conflict loosened them one by one, holding on for an extra moment or two before finally releasing it, dropping it onto the ground as well and revealing a stunning backside. His hands gently sliding over said back, he gave her some sort of massage, smiling faintly. “We’re going to have some fun together, don’t you think?”, he asked, once more grabbing a hold of the magic lasso and giving it a short, but heavy pull to ‘jerk her awake’, so to speak. Meanwhile, he also lifted his feet off the ground to increase the pressure on her already trembling body even more, a small bulge forming itself in his pants.
 
This victory over the strong heroine had made Ares a more talkative man. His words stung Diana as sharp as a blade would. The confident princess was not used to defeat, and her situation right now couldn’t be considered a victory. Her Amazonian body could withstand quite a beating. However, her arrogant mind didn’t have the same level of endurance when it came to mockery. Her godly superhuman powers needed a recovery, a nice rest before she could perform any of her hero stunts again. Right now, the powerful warrior princess felt like a regular human, albeit quite a charming one. As the man mounted her like a pony, her body failed to resist against her adversary’s lowly treatment, but certainly reflected her frustration and anger very well. Her bracelet could destroy the chains easily, if they had absorbed an upcoming powerful attack. Now though, they were no different from an ornate decoration around her wrists. The god of war seemed to have learned how to war against an Amazon in the end.

In comparison to her magical lasso, her sword was a more straightforward weapon in Wonder Woman’s arsenal. The blade was a fine example of godly craftsmanship. It did what it was supposed to do very well, cutting and piercing. Diana had used her ornate sword to scratch enemies even tougher than an Amazon. Enchanted with ancient magic, the woman knew the capabilities of her weapon’s sharp edge very well, that it could cut her smooth skin like a hot knife through butter. Feeling the chill metal on her smooth skin tensed the woman’s muscles, a sudden jolt jerking her shapely body. Other than that, she tried to stand still. It wasn’t a good idea to squirm around when the man held her sharp sword that close to her fit form. Her delightful lips still moved up and down to talk. “It’s been forged to slay the ones like you.” Diana lowered her brows, explaining the purpose of the cutting tool. As expected, leather of her skirt was no match for the heroine’s sharp blade. Shiny metal glided across her skirt, cutting the fabric open with trivial effort. Her skirt slid down her smooth hips, sailing down to the floor. “You won’t get away with this.” Diana narrowed her mouth in discontent, not feeling happy about revealing her undergarment to a villain. Dark blue fabric was tight around her shapely hips, the woman’s position causing it to wedge into her butt to expose more of her round cheeks.

One again, Diana was forced to carry the man’s weight on her back. When her adversary began to undo the rest of her armor, the woman could guess what he was planning to do to her. The dignified hero was not happy where this was going as well. “You’d gain nothing from this.” The woman suggested. Her top piece was stripped easier than she thought. When the little belts and hooks that secured the red bustier to her chest were undone, the flashy piece fell down. Unlike her leather skirt, the metal armor clanged and bounced a few times upon being dropped. Its removal revealed a nude, strapless bra the Amazon wore underneath. Even a demi god would find it uncomfortable if her nipples had poked into the metal armor. The undergarment gave her breasts a lift and bestowed Diana’s otherwise average orbs an enticing cleavage. As she was forced to carry the god of war on her back, her legs and arms wobbled. The bulky man’s weight was only half of the reason though, the other being Diana’s growing irritation. Humping a man in her underwear, not a task for an Amazon.

What kind of fun Ares was looking forward to have with the Amazon, it was a concerning quarrel to think about for the prideful warrior. “Never!” Diana protested, she was not intended to entertain her archenemy, or any other men for that matter. Pleasant body of an Amazon was not for the amusement of men. The sudden tug of the lasso squeezed the woman’s throat. “ECHH!” Diana gagged, her tongue rushing out like a thirsty pup. While she couldn’t run away, or use her hands to loosen the firm grip of the lasso, she began to sway her body from side to side, stubborn squirming of her half naked body giving the man a rodeo ride, a challenge if he wanted to remain on top of the brunette heroine.
 
He had always been a rather talkative person. Surprisingly enough, most of his accomplishments he had achieved with his silver tongue, manipulating friend and foe alike with his words, gently yet forcefully pushing them in a certain direction until they finally did whatever Ares desired. Most of the time it had to do with waging war. Creating conflict zones. The fun part? He usually was a proclaimer of peace. It was as if the thought of being at peace pushed people to actually go to war with each other. The belief that ‘peace was nothing more than a period of time between two wars’ was strong in most countries and some even seemed to enjoy it less than the actual fighting. Of course, the weapons industry was one of Ares' greatest allies, always willing to create and sell more. Without it, it would’ve been a lot harder for the powerful deity.

This time was no different. He could tell his words were hitting their mark, frustrating her to no end. She had so many things at her disposal, so many powers, abilities, objects,… and yet none of them seemed to be capable of saving her from this precarious position. Indeed, Ares had learned from his mistakes and it clearly showed. Even when he held her sword, he made sure the loose end of the lasso remained stuck to his wrist, unwilling to even risk losing it. In his eyes, it was pretty much all she needed to turn this fight around… As far as it was still a fight. A battle of wills, perhaps. “Like the last one? We both know how that ended” he retorted, remembering all too well how he had destroyed it simply by stretching his hand. Now that he was at his full strength, there was little doubt in his mind he could reproduce that scene, but he wouldn’t if he didn’t have to. “I won’t? Please, enlighten me on how you or any of those puny humans are going to get back at me now that I’m at my full strength”, he said, though there was something deep inside that told him she might be right. He remembered threatening her last year as well and her simply laughing it off. There was always a chance the roles would switch up yet again… if they were to meet again, of course. But for now, he was going to enjoy taking what he could get.

“I think I will… And I already told you what” the response was short and simple this time, referring to the moment where she had asked him what he wanted to achieve. Revenge was still his main goal here and with every piece of armor that she lost, he could feel his body react slightly. While a God, it was impossible to ignore every desire this human body had. Air was the most important one, but it seemed that (almost) naked women seemed to trigger certain reactions as well. His eyes slid over the bra for a couple of moments, pondering it he had to remove everything at once but decided to leave it for now, if only to see what she actually looked like in her underwear from the front. Maybe he wanted to give her some sort of hope as well, though he was quite sure that by now she already knew he wasn’t planning on just stripping her, but that he was going to do more. And even if she hadn’t, then his last sentence should’ve given her the information she needed to understand.

And it seemed she did. As if on cue, she started something that he half and half wanted to call a ‘last resort’, which was a desperate attempt to throw him off. His body swaying along with hers, he soon realized he wouldn’t have had a chance if she’d been at her full strength, but her exhaustion combined with her limbs still tied together, it was relatively easy to keep himself on top. Once more, he realized that he couldn’t take the risk, however, and he firmly planted his heels into the ground to rise to his feet, trying to use her own momentum against her as he pulled the lasso once more before deciding it was time to actually start what he had wanted to do to her from the very beginning. With a grunt, he threw his free hand to the side, ordering the iron against her ankles and the chains around her wrists to stretch the heroine as much as possible, trying to force the brunette onto her stomach. “Enough games”, he said as he now towered over his opponent, removing the lasso from around her neck. She wouldn’t remain free of it for long, though, as the rather sadistic Ares almost immediately tied it around her ankles again, removing the iron beam right afterward, opting for a more ‘flexible’ material to tie her legs together this time around. As he got back up, he stared at the free end of the rope for a bit, swinging it around with a growing smirk. “I’ve always wondered… Do you think this could be used for something more… I don’t know, painful?”

His words had barely gone cold or one of the free ends was already soaring through the air much like a whip, aiming to strike her shapely butt cheeks.
 
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