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Amazonian Mischief (Wave and Cinder)

Even if the fruitless struggles of the brave heroine were mostly in vain, Diana didn’t squirm to free herself from the tight situation she was in anyway. It was merely a reflection of her unyielding personality and warrior blood. However, it was also difficult to stand motionless when the rope choked the woman, hindering her from talking back. While her own lariat squeezed her throat, a magical force tugged at her bound limbs. It facedown laid her half naked body across the dusty floor. The man acted like a most crude yoga instructor to use his magic to stretch the Amazon’s firm body out. It felt like two keen bulls pulled on her body from opposite sides. Persistent tug of the man’s magic put a considerable tension in her muscles. Diana gritted her teeth to withstand the burn in her muscles. Almost perfect body of the brunette warrior tensed like a bowstring over the ground. Starting from her feet and hands, down to her back and hips, making her even a tighter woman. Thanks to the Amazonian heritage she carried, Diana was quite a flexible woman though. The experience still wasn’t a pleasant one. “U… Uuh… Aah!” Diana squealed, her tall form nicely stretched out.

As the golden lasso’s position switched from her neck to her ankles, Diana just assumed the man was going to drag her body around the temple from her feet. As powerful as her booted legs were, she couldn’t have broken the magical grasp of her own lasso. It took her some time to collect herself down across the floor. Only mentally at least as she right now lacked the strength to break her chains. As of now, the woman didn’t have many options other than putting up with her half-brother’s ill intentions, his so called revenge. Despite all, it didn’t make Wonder Woman regret how she handled the man before all this. On the contrary, the brave brunette just wished she had punished the god of war more strictly. Despite her periled situation, Diana wasn’t afraid of mentioning her thoughts as well. “I should have disciplined you better.” The woman claimed. Perhaps not physically, but the stubborn heroine was almost impossible to break. The Amazonian flame definitely blazed strong within her, driving her spirit and iron will.

The lasso of truth’s indefinite length always suited its wielder’s task. The part that didn’t loop around her lower legs was long enough to allow its new master to use it as a lash. Looking back at the man who held the free end of the lasso like a weapon, Diana could guess what he planned. Now that Diana had experienced how it felt to be wrapped by her own weapon, she had a pretty good guess on how it might feel to be hit by the ancient lariat. Her dark eyes reflected her concern quite well too. However, the words she uttered failed to voice her concern. “I fear no pain!” Below her ornate tiara, Diana sharply glared at the victorious god of war. As expected of the queen of Paradise Island, little frightened the brave heroine. Surely, not fearing pain was quite different than not feeling it.

The ceremonial armor the woman used to wear didn’t come with any underwear. Neither magical, nor mythical, her underwear hardly granted the woman another layer of protection. Just a mere curtain for her womanly bits, parts of her body the brave warrior would like to keep it to herself. Combined with his strength and swiftness, Wonder Woman’s own lasso cruelly lashed against her panty clad bottom. Her tensed hips only made things worse for the lain warrior. The magical rope lashed her butt quite sharply. In the blink of an eye, the swift strike of the lasso opened a narrow slit across her panties. “OOH!” Diana sharply shrieked against the sudden sting. Her stretched body jerked with a sudden jolt of pain. The bitter ache on her shapely buttocks lingered on for a good while, a pained expression painting her pretty visage.
 
It seemed that the exhaustion was getting to her, this time unable to actually fight the force of his attack as she was spread out over the floor. It was a beautiful sight to behold, her nearly naked form standing out on top of the dull temple floor. Of course, to make an eventual escape nearly impossible, he stretched her out as much as he could without risking injuring her (harshly), her squeals making him smile a bit. Truly, she was an extraordinary specimen. From her long, powerful legs to her shapely butt and from that pretty face to her not necessarily giant, yet still healthy breasts, she was definitely a woman most men would fall for. To someone who didn’t even know what love actually was or meant, she was just a more enjoyable toy.

He chuckled at her words, shrugging slightly in the process. He hadn’t expected anything less from his half-sister, if only because he was pretty much the same. Physically, she had definitely broken him the last time. Mentally, not so much. If she had, he wouldn’t have wanted revenge and he definitely wouldn’t have voiced those thoughts to her either. Sure, the lasso had drawn some rather painful confessions out of him, but who was to say it wouldn’t be the same for Wonder Woman? No matter how strong she was, the truth would always come out. And most of the time, if the right questions were asked, the truth hurt. It definitely had last year. “But you didn’t. And now I’ll teach you how a God punishes unwillingness”, he replied with a smirk, playing with the free end of the rope with his powerful fingers, watching her with interest. Ideas were swimming through his head, but in the end, he had decided to go with the simplest of them all.

He could have sworn that she was worried about it too, a hint of concern in her eyes mere moments before she declared her lack of fear. He didn’t need her to fear pain, however: he knew fearing something was a whole lot different than actually being exposed to that something. He was quite sure this would be the same, there was no doubt in his mind that if he managed to use the rope well, he would draw at least some sound from her pretty mouth. The ass was a pretty sensitive spot after all, not to mention that the energy a properly used whip could create was nothing more but impressive. He had seen people use them in Ancient Egypt many years ago and their skill with nothing more but a whip had been incredible. The welts on the backs of the slaves pretty much confirmed it. It was a simple object, but it could leave a major impact.

The impact of the whip made a loud, clacking sound that echoed through the temple, leaving a bit of bared flesh behind as the panty’s material was unable to deal with the sudden force. That wasn’t what interested him, however: the scream of pain and the look that came along with it were much more interesting and entertaining to him. “Is there nothing you fear?”, he suddenly asked, walking around the woman’s body with careful steps, straightening the rope between his fingers. Once he reached her backside for the second time, the rope cut through the air a second time, breaking the sound barrier with a loud ‘slap’ as he went for the only remaining ‘pure’ side of the heroine’s bottom.

“Maybe I should ask the lasso?”, he smiled faintly, knowing that no matter what, he would find out anyway now that he had her magical lariat in his hands. It made it all the more interesting now that he thought about it: he could ask her literally anything and she would be forced to tell him. If he really wanted, he could have her reveal her darkest desires… Now that was a thought worth holding onto for a bit. Going through his knees, the god of conflict coiled his fingers around the brunette’s underwear before pulling it down to fully reveal not only her shapely ass, but also the more ‘private’ parts, parts she probably never wanted him to see. “That won’t do…”, he mumbled, lowering himself to his hands and knees, hovering over her nude body as his hands reached for her bra, literally snapping it with his bare hands before roughly trying to pull it from right under her to reveal her breasts. And now that he was here, he could as well lean towards her head, yet he remained at a bit of a distance to avoid a headbutt, yet she could probably still feel his warm breath on her back and neck, ruffling her hair a bit. “You look better in the flesh than on those paintings…”
 
The sharp sting over the Amazon’s firm butt eventually ceased, leaving its place to a constant pulse. If her hands were free, she wouldn’t have shied away from rubbing her shapely bottom to give herself some comfort. Both the situation she found herself in and her firm body were quite tight. A helpless Amazon was a rare sight. Many had tried to triumph over the queen of Themyscira, although none had really prevailed so far. “Where I come from…” Diana began to explain, her breaths shallow. “We fight against our fears, not cower away from them.” On the island, the warriors hadn’t been taught to be fearless, but trained to have the courage to face their demons regardless of the circumstances. One could of course accuse them of being brainwashed since their rights and wrongs were imposed rather than coming from self-exploration. But again, they were trained to be soldiers against evil, and not politicians.

The mere existence of the god of war was a threat to the world piece. More than anyone else, it was Diana’s duty to protect the people from his ill will. A task the brunette heroine had so far succeeded more than once. Right now however, as the burly man circled around her laid body like a greedy vulture, Diana felt more defenseless than ever. Especially when she lay on the ground half naked, she was pretty disturbed by the man praying on her. With the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the lasso rising up in the air again. Knowing what would come next, the brunette warrior clenched her eyes and prepared herself for the impact. The magical rope moved faster than the last time, cutting through the air like a bolt of lightning. The object struck her delightful backside like one as well. Despite their tightness, her pleasant butt cheeks clapped against each other with the powerful impact. Her firm thighs strained below her bottom. Her back momentarily arched. Diana’s closed eyes widened on her pretty face. She was actually surprised by how swiftly the man had swung her golden lariat. Her lips parted, but no grunt came out of them. At first she looked more confused than agonized. It took a few seconds for the dreadful pain to kick in. “A-HAH!” The Amazon finally growled as the overwhelming pain spread all over her fit body.

Just because she too had undress the man didn’t mean Diana would just accept being stripped by her foe and interpret it as him getting even with her. “You!..” The brunette warrior snorted in a threatening tone. The confident heroine was surely not a timid woman or a bashful librarian, but the idea of being stripped by a man was understandably still a hard thing to swallow for an Amazon. Her dark brows moved down with her undergarment. Upon sliding down her long legs, the dark blue fabric of her panties revealed a firm Amazon butt underneath, and probably more than that if one were to look from the right angle. Although the first one was healed, one of her shapely cheeks still carried a pink welt on it. Her bra followed next. “Get away from me!” Diana protested. Unfortunately, this was not enough to keep her bra. After being undone, the undergarment slid easily away from her chest. Under her own weight, her bared breasts crushed against the cold stone floor below the heroine. They weren’t that impressive, but Wonder Woman couldn’t have been such a nimble heroine if she had sported a large pair of balloons on her chest anyway. As Ares would verify, after sculpted from clay, she had grown to be quite a charming woman. She definitely wasn’t willing to share the pleasant features of her Amazonian body with a rouge god. Indeed, the god of war was lucky to check if the drawings of the woman actually did justice to her quite decent form. “Unh!” Wonder Woman let out a yelp of frustration as she could feel the man’s breath on her smooth skin.
 
A great mindset to have, he believed. Be it not for the same reasons. Ares had used fears to his advantage many times before, along with prejudices and superstitions. People who dared to go against their fears had proven to be quite valuable, though he usually used fears for certain races or events instead of those of pain. People who were afraid of a certain faith were welcomed gifts for a person like Ares, who would gladly use that to trigger wars. The Holy War had been another example of his work and probably his easiest accomplishment as well. Beating Diana had probably been his hardest task so far, though it hadn’t really been all that difficult this time around. He wasn’t really sure what had made it so much easier than before, though he supposed it mostly had to do with him being careful and her being a bit overconfident. Their weapons had been pretty much the same as during their first meeting after all, which had definitely been their longest fight. The second one and this one hadn’t really taken all that long to determine a winner, for he dared to say that he had won at this point in time.

As a former slave owner in Ancient times, Ares knew how to handle a whip, though it had been centuries since he had last used that skill. He was happy to see he still had it, the heroine letting out a growl of pain after only a couple of seconds, proving the impact had lasted no longer than a fraction of a second that even her brain hadn’t been able to register it fully. “What?”, he asked, snickering slightly as he obviously knew what she was getting at. Still, there was nothing she could do to stop him, and soon she was completely naked (besides the boots) on the floor, completely stretched out, a wonderful yelp escaping her pretty lips as she felt his breath. “I told you, Diana… I am going to get you back for what you did, whether you like it or not”, he said in a whispery voice, finally pulling back to sit on his knees, his hands briefly resting on her back as he pushed himself to his feet, admiring her form with interest. While it was rather clear to him that Diana wasn’t particularly ‘heavy’ in certain areas, it was mostly in perfect harmony. He remembered a painting or a drawing from a well-known inventor that described the perfect body. It wouldn’t surprise him if Diana came close to that image.

“Now… Let’s see…” he lifted his leg to stand next to her, briefly resting his hands on his hips as he pondered about his next move. It wasn’t really necessary for he already had a whole plan in mind, but he wanted to draw it out a bit, make the heroine a bit more nervous, before finally nodding, as if he had figured it all out. With a flick of the wrist, he tried to roll the heroine onto her back with the help of the chains, walking towards her head with the lasso in his hands, coming to a stop right in front of her head, looking down at the heroine with a smirk. “Let’s lift those legs of yours, hmm?” he smiled faintly, pulling at the rope to force her legs into the air, kneeling to tie the rope around her wrists as well, before placing one hand on top of her booted legs so she wouldn’t fall to the side, trying to force the heroine to show parts of her womanhood to the God.

“Look at what we have here”, he mumbled, one of his hands reaching for the brunette’s clitoris, clear joy in his voice as he coiled one arm around the powerful thighs of the woman to keep her in her current position, his other hand gently rubbing her clit in the process. He was curious to see if the woman was actually capable of fighting the stimuli, for he knew she had enjoyed seeing him forced to enjoy what she was doing to him. It was clear he was here to do the same to her, or at least he’d try to do so.
 
Naked from head to foot, Diana lay across the ground. As a matter of fact, those were the only parts of her fit body that were dressed, the troubled heroine now only wearing her boots and a headband. Next to that, the brunette warrior still had her bracelets as well. However, those were as useless as the other items she still wore in this certain situation. Her privacy violated, her top and bottom bared, it certainly didn’t look like a victory for the confident Amazon. She needed no men to admire her womanly bits. Just being subjected to Ares’ sententious glances was enough to irritate the brave heroine no end. At the same time, Diana doubted the man would content himself with just staring at her dashing form. “I did nothing you haven’t deserved.” The woman justified the sexual punishment Ares received one year ago. She had convinced herself that there was nothing immoral about giving a deserving villain that kind of treatment. Yet, the Amazon couldn’t have accepted being on the receiving end of things now. It was clear arrogance, but Wonder Woman wasn’t a saint, just a strong woman with some holy features to her body.

Wicked exploration of her captor started from her gifted bottom. Her rear was still pulsing because of the pair of harsh cracks of her own lasso. Upon receiving the touch of the man, her firm butt cheeks clenched as if they were trying to bite the hand that dared to feel her backside up. “Hands off!” Diana demanded. Where she couldn’t move her limbs, her protests were limited to her vocal exclaims. She was easily rolled to her back. Her firm breasts came to light. Her round orbs stole the show from her striking buttocks. Undoubtedly though, the main course was the prized flower between her legs. Delightful womanhood of queen of the Amazons, one of the most difficult vaults on earth to break into. “If you can...” Looking up at the man, the pretty warrior challenged. As the lasso pulled on her feet, the woman’s legs refused to move up. Her powerful legs weren’t so easily manipulated. As she stubbornly pressed them down against the floor, the tension in the magical lasso of truth competed with the strain in her smooth legs.

Not having her full strength though, even the strong legs of the Amazonian princess were doomed to fail her at some point. She did her best to stick her legs to the floor, but her feet eventually lifted an inch or two above the ground. Her body shook and trembled, but Diana in the end had to let it go. In an instant, her pretty legs darted up like an arrow. When the lasso formed an unbreakable bridge between her feet and wrists, her legs were destined to remain up above the floor. She could pull them farther back if she wanted, but not lower her beautiful legs more than where they stood in the air right now. “You have no right to treat me this way!” The brunette woman complained. “I am the Queen of Themyscira!” The fierce Amazon added, as if he didn’t know that already. Since her legs were tied together, her bare womanhood was quite a tight place. It was also quite accessible though.

Under the hood, the man straight went for the sensitive button of her pussy. “There’s nothing for you there.” Diana claimed as the god of conflict placed a hand over her sex to play with her clit. For a man infamous for his affection for war, he kneaded Wonder Woman’s pearl with a surprising gentleness. Its effects over the naked brunette were not so subtle though. The more he rubbed her little clit, the shinier and moister Diana’s pussy got. Her excess training hadn’t taught her how to resist against an attack that targeted her wonderful sex. Her pink folds were tender and expressive, already betraying the renowned heroine of Paradise Island.
 
He let out a loud ‘hah’ as she tried to justify her actions, shaking his head right after. How dared she to say that he had deserved such treatment. He was a god and thus, he deserved respect instead of humiliation. She hadn’t had (and still didn’t have) the right to touch him the way she had and she would teach her that today. She had tried to teach him the ‘wrong’ is his ways, now he was going to try and teach her that she wasn’t much better than he was. Much like she had put constant pressure on his manhood, he would return the favor by constantly stimulating her womanhood until she could take no more or, more likely, until he felt like he had gotten his point across. He doubted he’d ever be able to truly change her mind, so it was foolish to make that his goal.

“Make me”, he groaned as she yelled at him to stop, easily turning her over in the process as she challenged him for the umpteenth time. “Don’t worry: I have confidence”, he shot her a glare as he forced her legs to point themselves at the sky, once more surprised to see how strong she actually was, yet welcoming the struggle at the same time. The more she exhausted herself, the better it was for him after all. If she continued to use every bit of force every time he did ‘little’ things like this just to spite him, this would be even easier than he had expected it to be, for she would make an eventual escape impossible herself by not allowing herself to rest. Of course, once the fun started, she would need her stamina too, knowing all too well how exhausting it was to be put under constant sexual pressure. “And I am the god of Conflict and War! Do you think you had the right to treat me the way you did last year? Your rank fades compared to mine, Diana, and I’ll show it to you!”, his voice thundered through the temple as he lost his patience with the woman’s arrogance. He hadn’t expected her to just roll over, but she was annoying right now, acting as if she still had the situation under her control which obviously wasn’t true. Grunting, he calmed himself, knowing that he couldn’t let her get to his head either, instead of focusing on her private parts. While it would be easier to access it by spreading her legs, he didn’t want to run that risk just yet, so this would have to do… And it did just fine.

He ignored her comment at first, a grimace appearing on his face as her body reacted quite differently. He could immediately see that she too couldn’t resist her body’s natural reactions, her pussy starting to shine with every completed circle. “I think there is”, he finally remarked as he pulled back for a moment, shooting her a brief glance and a smirk as his other hand still held onto her legs, his fingers bending themselves slightly as they dug themselves into her soft but powerful thighs to keep a strong grip. “It’s begging me to get closer…”, he smirked briefly disappearing behind her legs before returning. “But not yet”, he added with a grin, remembering the same words she had said to him a year ago, though not necessarily citing them. It was just his way of telling her that she was to blame. So his index finger found its way back towards the sensitive clitoris, gently massaging it before being joined by his middle finger. Spreading both fingers, he gently clenched her clit between both fingers and started to make slow circular movements, putting some pressure on it as he moved it around. After a short while, he sped up a bit, mostly just moving those two fingers to stimulate her, keeping a watchful eye on her pussy at the same time. The moment he even felt like the excitement was starting to get too much, he would pause a second time, giving her maybe three seconds to breathe before suddenly trying to stick his middle finger into her exposed pussy just to gather some of her fluids, having noticed that the wetness made it a lot easier to actually rub it. His finger then following the trail of her pussy and up her sensitive clit, he started repeating that process from then on to try and get her to the edge.
 
As expected from a righteous, prideful heroine; Diana of course could make many bold claims about her foes impending doom, his eventual defeat, the grim fate that awaited him and the ill consequences of touching an Amazon. Her lips could spew out any words the brave heroine wished to tell. Her lowerlips on the other hand, the ones between the Amazon’s pretty legs, those were more difficult to command. In contrast to the clearly troubled and frustrated Wonder Woman, the wonderful pussy the warrior princess had looked to be quite pleased with the attention it was getting, regardless of who was giving it. It was no secret that Diana hated her half brother, disgusted with his immoral methods. Surprising, but undeniable response of her womanhood felt very wrong. The god of war, her number one enemy, should have been the last man that could arouse the prideful warrior, if any. The confident heroine hadn’t thought that the god of conflict could ignite such a conflict within her Amazonian body. Tickling of her Amazon peach didn’t necessarily feel bad. Physically at least. It surely hurt the princess’ pride. She was supposed to be the ultimate weapon against a god, not give him a flower, a wet one in this case.

Shortly after her pussy shined with a fresh coat of her aroma, the sinister enemy targeted her womanhood with a different kind of attack. Neither magical, nor physical, but a sexual aggression. Being the strong, unyielding heroine she was, Diana was capable of withstanding a thorough beating. But her defenses failed to resist such a toe-curling treatment. With the man’s touches, her bared breasts joined the treachery of her pussy. The firm pair of Amazon breasts visibly hardened, her pointy nipples protruding longer on her olive skin. Still not ready to accept the belittling reaction of her body, Diana vigorously shook her head from side to side like a person having her worst nightmare. As the godly presence further played on her arousal, her lowerlips swollen to be a puffy pair around her entrance. “Stop this… at once!” The brunette warrior demanded, her hands balled into tight fists. Her protests were in vain though, her struggling fruitless. Soon, Diana inevitably found herself on the edge. The god of war wasn’t the only one was not intended to give the brunette princess a quick climax. Diana too was struggling to keep herself from having one. In a way, the powerful Amazon had been fighting herself, against the material desires of her very body.

In spite of her strong will and endless squirms, Diana soon found herself on the verge of an inadmissible orgasm. “No! No!” The queen of Amazons protested. Her tits quite hard, the woman’s back arched above the cold floor. “O-oh… oh… OH!” Repeated shallow breaths filled her lungs with air, heaving her chest upward. Her labia contracted with her upcoming climax. “St.. sta… stah…” Her eyes widened, the brave heroine stuttered. Funnily, her aggressor indeed stopped teasing her needy womanhood. Although Diana was denied an orgasm she feared to have in front of her archenemy, the unpleasant sting that burned her tender pussy made her question if that was really what she wanted. Her innerlips still clenched and relaxed repeatedly, but it was similar to dry heaving, filling her exposed womanhood with a bitter feeling. “Uuuunh!” Diana gave out a deep snort of sexual frustration, her damp womanhood still in need of a climax. A relaxing end to the man’s teasing. Two fingers parting the swollen lips of her sex, one cruel digit continued to tease her pearl. “Goddess! A-ah… a-ah!” Diana squirmed against her restraints.

Rewarding promise of an orgasm tricked her aroused pussy another time, her powerful thighs strained on each end of her tight peach. Irregular spasms of her wonder pussy made it look like her sex was blowing kisses into thin air. “Gaaaah!” Denied another time, the pretty warrior howled. As if she had just run a marathon, the breathless Amazon’s exposed chest moved up and down as the woman gasped for air. The tempting view of her lifted legs and her upside down buttocks obscured her pretty face, but the woman didn’t look very happy, sharply glaring at her captor.
 
It was pretty much the same like last year, they had simply switched sides. He had hated feeling her powerful fingers around his cock, only because of who she was. Yet that was something a body didn’t care about: as long as it received the correct kind of attention, it would react accordingly. His eruptions had already proven that to be true, her pussy now following the example his cock had set before. It seemed that even the renowned heroine couldn’t resist, clearly struggling against her own body, but losing the battle without even standing a chance. He focused on her face for a couple of seconds, wanting to see the frustration on her face, at the same time noticing that not only was here her lips reacting to his touch but so were her breasts. A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he watched it happen, her protests sounding like music to his ears. He could almost hear himself screaming all over again, only strengthening his desire to see this through.

So he ignored her calls, his fingers continuing to stimulate the sensitive area of Wonder Woman’s body, only to stop the moment he felt like she was barely capable of holding on. “St-St-Stop stuttering” what better way to humiliate someone than to literally use their own tricks and remarks against them? He remembered most of it vividly, including her mockery when he had barely managed to get a coherent sentence together during one of her ‘torture’ sessions, for that’s what they had been to him. “It doesn’t feel good, does it?” he asked, feeling and watching her inner lips continuing to move as if it was begging for him to continue, to give them the relief they so yearned for. He would give it to them… Soon.

“I’m the only God around, Diana…”, he smiled, feeling the woman struggle against the rope once more with little success. It was such an enjoyable sight that he wondered why he hadn’t come up with this before. After all, he was mostly just copying Diana’s actions, trying to make her see that what she had done to him had been a mistake, even though it was probably impossible for either of them to actually confess such a thing. Their beliefs were too strong for that… Their bodies, however, were a whole different story. Her howl easily filled the temple halls, her body spasming slightly as he pulled back just in time yet again. He could hear her pant, knowing that these sexual activities were draining her energy with ease, much faster than the lasso had done before. Her glares were about the only thing that showed her resistance, her wet pussy and erect nipples telling a whole different story, one he didn’t even need the lasso for to know the truth about.

That hit him with an idea. She would have to hold back a little bit longer. Moving away from her smooth legs and her pleading pussy, the man sat down next to the woman’s flank, staring down at her with a cocky smile, the same one he had worn decades ago during their first encounter, back when he hadn’t realized the heroine’s full potential. This time, however, the situation was completely different. “Let’s give those pretty things some love, hm?”, he said as both hands now each reached for a breast, briefly squeezing them gently as if to test them. “Did your love pilot ever get the chance to test them? Or did he believe saving the world was more important?”, he smirked, his fingers sliding upwards while increasing the pressure, ending the movement by briefly pulling at her nipples before letting go, letting them ‘jump’ back into place.

It was clear what the idea was now: instead of giving her pussy attention, it were now those healthy orbs that had to undergo his surprisingly soft and gentle touch. He himself didn’t think he’d ever been softer, though he only did this to lengthen the process. His hands traveled around the woman’s areola first, gently making his way over towards the peaked nipples which he gently rubbed right afterward. He did that for a couple of seconds before suddenly squeezing them with a vengeance, a slight huff escaping him as he did so. A little twist was added before letting go and continuing to rub the tips once more all while staring at her face with that cocky smile. “Do you like it? Be honest… I’ll get to know either way.”
 
The distinct pair of orbs that protruded over Diana’s chest grew to be quite hard and admittedly pleasant to touch, mirroring the events from one year ago when she made the man’s cock stiff and solid as rock. There was a clear excitement to her breasts. It was pointless to deny the easily observable erection of her nipples. Those currently bared fruits of the Amazonian princess were forbidden to men. It was certainly a foreign and uncommon experience to be groped by one. Her defenses were fallen, her body naked and her pussy moist. She had no way of fighting off the hands that claimed her body. After her hips and sex, Diana’s breasts too had their share of attention as the man’s interest shifted from the tight peach between her legs over to her chest. The sensual touches of the villain didn’t necessarily feel bad, physically much more pleasant to bear in comparison to the sharp lashes of the lasso that cracked against her butt.

“Yeah, sure.” Diana mockingly snorted. He might be a god, true, but one that stood next to a person raised to be the god killer. “A god who envies a dead mortal, right.” The pretty warrior continued. Before his untimely death, Diana was glad that she had the opportunity of sleeping with him in that cold night. “Yes he did if you are wondering.” Wonder Woman explained. She wasn’t ashamed of the incident, the fact that the queen of Amazons had spread her legs for a mortal man. It was a good memory. A warm part in a grim tale. It was also depressing, that she would never feel the warmth of her lover, the man that managed to penetrate through the long standing barrier between Amazons and men. If it wasn’t for Steve, the heroine would have been a different person with a different agenda to her actions.

Thanks to the treatment of her breasts, Diana was still trying to hold her moans to herself. It was now easier though, that no fingers worked down over her exposed sex. The gentle massaging of her wonderful tits evolved into a tight squeeze. “Gah!” Diana grimaced with a sudden shriek of pain as the man’s strong fingers dug into her round assets, her skin bloating out between the locked digits. The firm clutch left a stripped pattern of the man’s fingers around her breasts. Such a tight squeeze was more painful than arousing, so the question was easy to answer. “No, I did not!” Diana replied, if her sharp cry of pain wasn’t enough of a response. Upon her defeat, the heroine couldn’t have expected anything else from a warmongering god other than a rough handling.
 
“Envy?”, he chuckled, shaking his head at the mention. He definitely didn’t feel anything of the sort. “Not exactly. I figured he would, really: I’ve never seen an amazon react the way you did to the death of a mortal… And a man at that, too”, he paused, his hands leaning on her orbs for a couple of moments. “I suppose even Amazons have their moments of weakness…”, he shrugged, moving back to kneading the pleasant olive flesh of Wonder Woman’s breasts. He knew of course that this had less of an effect than rubbing the sensitive peach between her legs, but it was simply his way to keep her from orgasming while still keeping some sort of sensual pressure going.

As she let out a shriek before answering his question, he smirked. “Good… I wouldn’t want to do you a favor of course”, he said, his thumbs now gently rubbing the erect nipples, the red lines of his fingers all around her areola. Sure, he knew that even if her body reacted with so-called ‘excitement’, that didn’t necessarily mean the woman herself was enjoying it. In fact, he was quite sure she disliked every second of it, just like he had, though they simply couldn’t fight their own mortal body’s desires. Leaning forward, he stuck out his tongue, briefly nipping the woman’s left nipple. His tongue was met with resistance, the hardened flesh unwilling to budge under the pressure, but he simply let it slide over just to tease her already struggling body. Once done, he moved to the right, repeating the process with a gentle, slow lick over the erect breast.

“Relaxed yet?”, his words had barely left his lips or the god of conflict had already taken place behind her powerful legs once more, briefly admiring the hovering boots before going through his knees, placing one on the ground to stabilize himself. Once in position, he gently split her lower lips, the moistness still around, yet he could tell the desire to cum had long passed. He doubted it would take long to make it return, however: he remembered all too well that he hadn’t lasted all that long after she had placed him on the edge for the first time. Hopefully, it would be the same for her too. “You remember the rules, don’t you? You made them yourself, after all…”, he referred to when she had told him that he needed permission to cum, a rule he didn’t believe was possible to follow, but he would install it nonetheless. He wanted to see her squirm to keep it in, though he doubted she needed a rule for that: much like Ares, she seemed to believe that cumming was the worst thing that could happen in front of your archenemy. But he wasn’t about to show mercy. His index finger once more found its way inside her pussy, collecting some fluids before moving towards the clit, rubbing it gently in one single motion. He started slowly at first, but gradually fastened the pace to increase the pressure, an evergrowing smirk on his face. “Funny how it feels so good, yet so bad… Don’t you think?”, now he was just talking to talk, if only to frustrate the heroine even more. He knew she didn’t like his arrogance, though she wasn’t really much better.
 
The troublesome situation of the defeated warrior princess didn’t change, an erection still present over her hardened breasts. Lack of a direct attention to her bare womanhood kept it relatively calm, although a fresh coat of her nectar still made it twinkle. As the man’s tongue left a wet trail across her chest, Diana shook her head from side to side, trying to shake off the lips that caressed her bare breasts. Other than giving her firm bounty a subtle bounce, it didn’t accomplish much in terms of stopping the god of war’s lapping. Tickling of her pussy had made the woman’s admiring globes quite sensitive. “Stop this right now!... Ooh…” Her scolding protest was followed by a subtle moan. The sensation that originated from her exposed breasts shivered her restrained body, reaching down between her lifted legs to twitch her pussy. Albeit being a strong and capable one, the demigod was still a woman, who shared the same sweet spots of her kind.

A set of rules had broken today in the old temple regarding the generous amount of skin Diana was made to flash. Pretty much all of the gifted features of the Amazon were on full display for the pleasure of a man. However, she too had broken some of her rules when she sucked the man’s cock in the first place. Although Diana hadn’t really hesitated when she parted her lips to pull the stiff member of him earlier, circumstances were different back then. She had the control. Lying down on the floor now with her pretty legs darted up and back, some squirming was added to Diana’s naked body. “Oh, not again…” Wonder Woman complained about the man’s new positioning. His face obscured behind her shapely hips another time, the woman wriggled in place. There was nothing prideful about showing her sex to a man with such detail when Ares parted her innerlips to expose more of her pearl. Her pink folds were gentler than the sharp warrior, glimmering with the woman’s inner aroma.

When this much aroused, even the slightest touch to the right spot felt like a jolt of electricity. The lasso that connected her wrists to her ankles squeaked as Diana pulled on her restraints, her body twitching, especially around the firm thighs. “Ah!” A sharp groan roared through her parted lips, but not out of pain. She curled her feet inside her boots, her bundled legs grinding against each other. “Oh! Ooh! O-OH!” The fingers that tickled her wet pussy played the brave heroine like an instrument. Her involuntary moans and shrieks rose up proportional to the intensity of the finger that rubbed her clit. Another fresh coat of the heroine’s juice greased the tender folds of her tight pussy. “Gaah! Stop toying with me. Oohm…” The taboo flame of sensation blazed strongly between her strong thighs, captivating the pretty heroine with a sinful lust and forcing an unwilling wriggle into her firm Amazonian body. Further clitoral stimulation pulled the struggling Amazon closer to an upcoming climax, shrinking her love tunnel and dancing her lower lips in and out.
 
It was easy to see that Diana was unable to fight her body any longer, her moans slowly but surely growing longer. Her sentences had become shorter than before, it seemed, making place for more powerful sounds with every touch. Her squirms hadn’t ceased yet, but he didn’t expect them to either. He too, had continued to struggle, even though he had known that it would be useless. Wonder Woman was much like him in that regard. He enjoyed to see it too, taking his time to watch her fight against her own lasso. To see the heroine in so much trouble... It definitely fueled his pride. He had done this, he and he alone had beaten the seemingly unbeatable brunette and to be fair, it hadn’t even cost him all that much time or trouble. It was hard to imagine now that he had lost to her twice before.

A single touch of his fingers was enough to make her ‘jump’, so to speak, her pleas falling in a deaf man’s ears. Her struggles only made him more determined to keep going, her moans encouraged him to see it through to the end. Visions of before were playing in his head as his finger kept moving up and down the woman’s sensitive peach as quickly as possible without putting too much pressure to avoid hurting her. For the first time, he wasn’t looking for physical pain: he wanted her to suffer in a different way. New, juices appeared, clearly showing she was reaching that very thing she didn’t want to reach... And so he pulled back again, just to pester her a little bit more. “I seem to recall that you enjoyed this kind of ‘toying’ quite a lot...” he said, briefly showing his face from behind her firm and powerful thighs. A rather typical reaction, of course: much like Ares, Diana probably enjoyed being the one dominating, but once they were on the receiving end of a beatdown of any kind, it usually wasn’t as enjoyable.

This time he didn’t plan on taking his time, however: it was about time for her to show what she was really capable of. “Remember that volcano?” He asked, placing his index finger right on top of her pearl, tilting his head slightly as he waited for a couple of seconds, teasing her with what was to come. The situation was different, of course, but he was still curious to see. “I believe it’s time to add another eruption to my long, long list.” His words had barely left his mouth or he was already rubbing her clit yet again, this time actually going for the end. He knew there were other ways to do this, but much like she had done the first time, he kept it at his hands... for now. Besides, this was only just the beginning. He knew what an orgasm could to to you: it was exhausting to say the least. And keeping the woman exhausted was exactly what he needed to do right now if he wanted to get her in a different position without having to worry about her actually turning the tables on him. Indeed, he didn’t plan on letting her go after a single orgasm if she actually were to come. He had more in store for her... And he already disliked the fact he would have to stop eventually. He had never expected revenge to be this satisfying, though he supposed that was Diana’s own fault for having humiliated him so badly the last time. “Playtime’s over, Diana...” he added with a sly grin, hearing and feeling her struggle beneath his finger, knowing he was almost there. While normally a temple wasn’t supposed to house such unholy acts, it would have to make an exception a second time.
 
Reward for battling evil, fighting for justice shouldn’t have been this. The brave warrior would have gladly taken a bullet for those whom she protected, but this whole ordeal was an entirely different kind of sacrifice. No matter what, the queen of Amazons should not make any compromises on her pride. And naked immobilization where a villain toyed with her proscriptive womanhood, delicate region of her firm body off limits to mankind, to siphon the dashing heroine’s womanly essence was not a prideful act. Wonder Woman wasn’t able to move her limbs, making her more aware of the environment. Small details like the shiny spots on her boots, the cracks on the high ceiling and the little imperfections along the texture of her lasso began to be an annoyance for the warrior princess. However, these all were infinitely trivial compared to what Ares had been doing to her, what the man dug for behind her lifted hips. Diana wasn’t sure what kind of penalty awaited her, what her captor really hoped to accomplish. Whether he wanted to see her cum or just wished to enjoy the sexual frustration of the woman. Regardless, the brunette demigod held herself no longer.

A volcano honestly wasn’t the best metaphor for her damp folds. In the end, what she held between her beautiful legs was more of a cave than a mountain peak. And its climax tended to be less explosive. Her sensitive pearl tickled to a high level of stimulation, Diana wasn’t able to quip and backtalk to protest against her captor’s ill intentions. The overwhelming sensation had grown to be quite captivating. The ecstasy shivered her attractive form and strained her muscles. Unable to shield her damp Amazon flower from a keen massage, it had been a pretty one sided game. “You’ll pay! Ooh! O-oh!” The bold heroine claimed. Squirms of the woman failed to sway her round breasts for they had become quite hard. “God! Oh! Oh! Oh!” Further tickling of her little clit eventually pushed her off the edge. Now, only way was down, a hard fall.

Between her paired legs, dynamism of her innerlips escalated. Under her hardened breasts, the woman’s brave heart pounded faster, orderly rhythm of her shallow breaths breaking in a chain of events. “Aah! A-ah! AAH! Ooh… oo…” Piercing brown eyes of the heroine rolled out. A series of uncontrollable spasms twitched her thighs as her pussy got caught in a repeated flutter. Her back arched, but her moans and pitched shrieks became muted. Heaving of her firm breasts paused for a moment, muscles in her womanhood clapping with her strong thighs. As her back lay back on the floor, her parted lips exhaled the trapped air within her lungs in a deep sigh. Her legs relaxed as the heroine’s stubborn squirms eased down.
 
What was he even trying to accomplish? It was a rather difficult question to answer. An hour ago, he would have said that he just wanted to get revenge. Now, he would probably have a different tale to tell. After all, he had already done half of what he had wanted to do, which was to make the powerful heroine as good as defenseless. He knew that was the case for he could touch her womanhood without any real resistance and he knew for a fact that if she could stop him, she already would have done so. She was incapable of doing so however, and thus he had pretty much reached his first target. So what now? Obviously, he wanted to get her to cum, but did he really have a plan for afterward? Making her reach a climax was part two of the plan, but he didn’t really have a part three in mind.

That was, until she finally came. Of course, he knew a volcano wouldn’t really count simply because of the difference between their bodies, but it was the thought that counted. He really wanted her to know that she had brought this upon herself. He grinned as he watched her body react, struggling to fight her own desire, before finally giving in. The outcome had been predetermined, of course, yet he still found joy in her ‘loss’. “That sounds familiar…”, he said, letting nature do its thing as Diana rocked in front of him. He truthfully hadn’t seen it happen that many times before: he usually didn’t bother courting women, for he only wanted to cause distrust and conflict. Sometimes it could prove useful of course, but it definitely wasn’t his go-to technique. He had to admit that it was a beautiful sight however, a smile tugging at his lips as he watched her squirm.

As the brunette finally relaxed, he decided it was time to move on. Rising to his feet, the god removed the lasso from around the woman’s ankles, allowing her to finally relax and drop her legs. He was quite sure that exhaustion was doing its thing by now, making it hard if not impossible to fight back against him. Just in case however, he decided to keep both the chains and the lasso around her wrists. “Let’s get you to a ‘cozier’ spot, hmm?” rough hands pulled at the golden-colored rope, hopefully forcing the brunette back to her feet. If performed correctly, he would’ve pulled it hard enough for her to almost immediately lose her balance again and drop over his shoulder, after which he would take advantage of the situation to slap her against the butt with a powerful hand, at all times keeping a hold of the amazon princess’ own weapon.

She was definitely a lot lighter than he was, meaning it wouldn’t really be a problem for him to actually carry her around. Smirking, the muscular man walked towards the alter, dropping her with a heavy thud as he wasn’t planning on showing any kind of remorse. He made sure her legs dangled off the table, her heels almost capable of touching the floor as he pulled the rope down the opposite edge of the table before coiling it around one of her shapely legs, returning back to the head of the altar before repeating the process, this time knotting the rope around her wrists a second time to make sure both legs were forced outwards so they would reveal his prize.

“You didn’t think I was done yet, did you?”, he giant of a man went through his knees to inspect her private parts, smirking as he moved in and gently slipped his tongue inside to give her a tender, short lick, lapping some of her juices away. “Tasty…”, he smirked, before having it circle around, passing her peach every so often. It was quite clear: he wasn’t done just yet. He now knew what part three was going to be: complete humiliation.
 
Throughout many adventures she embarked, many earth shattering punches she endured and various battle scars she received, it was the dampness between her legs what the fearless heroine was the least accustomed to feel. She just wasn’t ready to accept to receive such a lowly treatment. Tied up like a rope bunny, stripped like a common harlot and made to cum like a slut, this battle had been an unvirtuous stain that would be difficult to restore. Diana still rode the aftereffects of her climax, when her enemy worked his perverted fingers on her restraints. Her sharp-witted foe played safe and kept her legs and arms bound. A smart move considering the capabilities of the gifted Amazonian princess. Even if her limbs were free though, Wonder Woman was in no condition to do anything that could change the course of this battle’s events. It was no longer a battle in fact, but a one sided merriment. Sadly, what would have counted as fun and amusement to the god of war meant suffering and dishonor for the beautiful brunette warrior.

Her dashing Amazon body languish and idle, Diana was pulled to her booted feet similar to a flagpole. Her relaxed body made her a softer lady to touch. Her enemy had successfully exhausted the bold heroine, an admirable battle tactic. Not being able to support her own weight, the warrior princess toppled forward once up her feet. However, it wasn’t the stone floor what she felt against her medium sized breasts. “Huh…” Her pretty eyes instead looked down at the bottom of the ancient hall from above as she found herself over the burly man’s broad shoulder, her attractive Amazon butt sticking out and her connected legs hanging down. Despite the great power and strength the Amazon possessed, the renowned superhero didn’t weigh more than a supermodel who would adorn the cover of an entertainment magazine. The brave and powerful princess of Amazons, trained to be the ultimate weapon against the treacherous beings like Ares, currently being carried across the holy temple as if she was merely a life size doll of her real self.

Being quite exhausted, Wonder Woman failed to do much other than looking pretty over the man’s shoulder as Ares hauled her idle body. Certainly, looking the part of a damsel in distress didn’t amuse the valiant heroine. “W-wait… W-where…” The attractive brunette questioned the transportation of her shapely form. Her voice came out quite faint, reflecting the weakened state she was in. Still, a strong smack sobered her up. With the sharp sting she felt over her exposed rump, her eyes widened. “O-HOH!” A sharp squeal, comparative to the smack that shook her bared hips, exhaled through her lips. Ungrateful sting on her butt ignited a squirm in her body. “Put me down! Right now!” Her voice sounded more assertive now. However, her struggles weren’t enough to keep the man from reaching his destination, the same old altar in the middle of the temple. Ares did put her down, however into a compromising position over the stone furniture.

“No! Ughh! Let me go!” The pretty brunette refused to play nice, not eager to be restrained by her archenemy one more time for who knew what. She barked and glared while her aggressor grinned and worked on her legs and arms. After a short while, he was done. Tips of her red and golden boots barely touching the floor, the ropes forced her pretty legs open. Her chin resting on the altar, the heroine gritted her teeth in frustration, definitely not looking happy over the stone table.
 
While her tone had changed rather quickly, Ares definitely wasn’t impressed. Or maybe he was, be it for different reasons. He was impressed with the fact that he had managed to tire her, to gain complete control over not only the situation, but the beautiful amazon herself. He had never imagined it to be possible, yet here he was walking around with a squirming Wonder Woman over his shoulder, her struggles only the result of a powerful slap against her soft flesh. She had barely comprehended the situation at first too, her voice showing clear signs of exhaustion. Indeed, he had done what many deemed impossible. Then again, he too had once been believed to be invincible, so it probably shouldn’t be such a big surprise.

“Did you let me go when I demanded to be set free?“ he asked, working his magic with the ropes as he forced the heroine onto her stomach, watching her settle with her chin on the cold stone. It put her in a compromising position indeed, the lasso connecting her limbs and spreading her legs in the process. This golden weapon definitely was interesting... He had already known about its powers, of course, but to see that it actually worked on its original owner was simply a breathtaking sight. Her clear frustration only made it better, for it showed her inability to break free and even that she knew what kind of situation she was in. Another powerful hand found its way towards her exposed butt, the loud ‘SLAP’ filling the room for a brief second.

He walked around the table, briefly bending his knees to lower himself so he could look the other in the eyes, a cocky smile on his face. “It hurts, doesn’t it? To be unable to move? To know that your archenemy can do whatever he wants? To understand there’s nothing you can do to protect yourself?“ his voice was nothing more than a whisper, rising back to his full height and walking back towards her lower body. His right hand gently slid over the woman’s exposed body, following her natural curves with gentle fingers. Her skin was nearly perfect, it seemed, and he soon stood between her opened legs, his hands leaning on her butt cheeks and gently squeezing them in the process. “Still, the biggest frustration... for me, it was the humiliation. The Fact that it felt ‘good’, so to speak”, his hands massaged the soft meat of her ass, moving them around in circular motions as he spoke.

”At least I can get my revenge this time... I will never forget that humiliation, and I’ll make sure you won’t forget this one either” He said, going through his knees once more and moving in with his tongue, his breath the first thing that touched her sensitive areas, soon followed by the tip of his tongue as he gently lapped her clitoris before moving it around her labia for a brief moment, just to turn her on, to show her which direction he was going to take this time. Before too long, he slipped inside, tasting bits of her nectar as he pushed it as deep as he could, exploring her pussy with gentle movements. He wasn’t looking to really hurt her physically this time around, unlike before, he was looking to ‘pleasure’ her and believed this was the best course to achieve that. Of course, he doubted she would actually enjoy it: if she were anything like him, she would find it worse than a physical beatdown.
 
Restraining a stubborn Amazon didn’t look to be an impossible task anymore when the brave queen of the paradise island bent over the old altar immobilized. Still an admirable achievement, to have the powerful Amazon in such a troubling situation, forcing her to make a display of her gifted features. It was a belittling position what the god of war had made her assume. It made Diana feel more exposed than ever. While her trusty lasso of truth kept her legs apart, she experienced how it felt to be defenseless. The prideful warrior wasn’t able to closer her legs, or pull her hands to her backside to cover the spots where no men were welcome to set their eyes on. Diana admittedly hadn’t considered Ares to be capable of performing such a sexual assault. At least not one that could have this much effect on her. Since he didn’t really care all that much about humans other than playing them off against each other, she didn’t expect him to know how to please someone.

Regardless, the Amazonian princess was not willing to see what else he knew about carnal sensations. No, she needed an escape plan. Being a hero was more than just physical strength after all. To come up with a solution out of this dishonorable position, she needed to use her brain. Her brown eyes gazed upon the temple, scanning the stone walls and inspecting the floor. With the corner of her eye, she noted the spots where her stripped equipment sat. Her mind drew an invisible path in the air that reunited the naked heroine with her sword and shield. Her attentive gaze fell upon her wrists to evaluate the knot the man tied, and how to reserve it.

It all seemed to be the small pieces of a puzzle. A problem Diana had to solve. The heroine started to join the parts of this puzzle together, working on a rather simple plan; escape and defeat. A highly distracting sharp smack shattered it all to pieces though. Constructs in her head collapsed in a flash. Upon receiving it, despite its firmness, Diana’s tempting butt wobbled in a fast pace. The pain shortly kicked in. “YEOW!” The brave Amazon shrieked. With the localized sting, her cheeks rose up in her pretty face, narrowing her eyes in pain. Judging from the sharp ache she felt across her heroine bum, the slap must have left a distinct pink mark on her smooth skin. “Uggh…” Her thighs still strained, her body tried to deal with the lingering effects of the searing lash.

“Your misdeeds called for a punishment!” The Amazon justified her prior actions, the many forced orgasms she ripped from the man. “Now I see it wasn’t enough.” She claimed as the man drew his face closer to her womanhood. Her happy button almost unfairly susceptible to stimulation, the god of war again worked his tongue against her clit. A few persistent flicks from the tip of his tongue, and some thorough laps on her bare womanhood sparked a sensation within the pretty brunette. “Ooh…” Diana closed her eyes as her nectar mixed with his drool. “You won’t get away with this Ares! Mmm… Aaah…” The powerful Amazon claimed as the man decided to taste the inner walls of her tunnel.
 
Ares definitely hadn't expected to be capable of these things either, though he supposed he had Diana to thank for that. She had shown him those human things, after all, those desires that could make your heart beat faster yet at the same time felt so humiliating if done by the wrong person. To be able to use it against a heroine like Wonder Woman, those human things she wishes to protect so desperately... It was really the perfect weapon. He doubted it would work as he knew that Diana would probably never let go of her beliefs, but in the end that didn't matter. What mattered was that he had won at least one battle, that he had had the chance to satisfy his thirst for revenge. Besides, if he could beat her once, he could do it again... And if he knew Diana, she wouldn't hesitate to try and put him down once he was done.

His eyes sparkled at her scream and the slightly wiggling flesh of her bum, his fingers clearly starting to show. He could see her muscles clench a bit, a typical human reaction to try and deal with the pain. "Yes, you mentioned that back then. Still, I can't recall Amazons using their mouths like you did to punish an enemy", he huffed, shaking his head in dismissal. In fact, he was quite sure that it wasn't a part of their 'normal' punishments. Of course, it was the first time he was using such tactics as well, but he was merely exacting his revenge, now using his tongue to invade her tunnel. He didn't have to wait for a reaction either, as she almost immediately started to moan yet again while still finding the time to threaten him. He continued for a couple of extra moments before pulling back, reappearing as he rose to his full length once more.

"You did more than enough, Diana... You are simply reaping what you sowed", he said, his left hand sliding towards the exposed opening, briefly passing over it without any kind of penetration. It was nothing more but a tease, a signal of what was to come as his free hand grabbed a hold of the rope once more. "I compel you to tell the truth", his voice was commanding and confident, the lasso lighting up the moment he uttered the magical phrase. "Do you want me to continue?", he honestly wasn't sure what she would say, but either answer was a good one in his book. There was no wrong answer, really: if she wanted him to continue, that would be enough punishment on its own (and of course he would oblige) and if she didn't want him to, he would do so anyway to prove he could do with her what he wanted.

He would not even await an answer, sticking both his left middle and ring finger inside, forcefully yet carefully. He wasn't going for pain here after all, or at least not the pain he was used to dishing out. Soon, they were pretty much acting as a member, going in and out with speed. He made sure to try and focus on the sensitive parts too, determined to make the heroine cum a second time... Or at least make her believe that was the plan, for he wouldn't allow it to happen just yet. "Does it feel good, Diana?", his right hand still clenched around the rope, he was mostly staring at the back of the naked woman's head, wondering what the reaction was going to be.
 
For the second time the brave princess of Amazon Island had challenged the mere presence of her half-brother on earth. Considerable powers of her foe hadn’t made the dark haired princess think twice as she stood up against his ill intentions that targeted humankind. More than a voluntary duty, fighting him off was a requisite commitment for Diana. Crushing out this certain evil, extinguishing its flame before it could spread over the world was, more than anyone else’s, Wonder Woman’s responsibility. Willingly to stop his malignity, she had traveled to the temple without hesitation. Bending over for her archenemy’s pleasure however was surely not a willing act. Diana understandably was not very happy about making such a detailed display of her firm backside and delicate bits. “No! You shall stop this at once!” The Amazon exclaimed as the lasso brightened up against her bare skin. It was a clear response. Wetness of her prized womanhood definitely did not reflect her eagerness on this frustrating occasion.

Under the right circumstances, when her very lasso kept her bound, penetrating her sex was easier than piercing through the undaunted warrior’s stubborn defenses. Her nectar already lubricating the brunette’s passageway, two digits of her bold adversary invaded her womanhood rather easily. Some imperious struggling from the bound heroine made the target sway about, but couldn’t keep her sex uncopied. “No! Step away!” Diana ordered. Being fingered had never been an aggression the woman had to face throughout her crime fighting career. It was a definite defeat. She was supposed to feel her enemies flesh on her knuckles, their blood on her sword. For a renowned heroine, it was quite discouraging to feel a pair of manly digits rubbing against her love tunnel. “You went too far Ares!” Wonder Woman claimed over the cold surface of the altar. She had come here to impose justice on her warmonger half-brother. Considering her last encounter, perhaps it indeed was justice, just not the one Diana sought.

Vigorous fingering she received danced Wonder Woman’s shapely hips. “Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!” A chain of yelps escaped the brunette’s lips on the other side of the stone alter. Moans of unwilling pleasure, spiced up with a good amount of frustration. It wasn’t necessarily a tight fit, but the duo of fingers were enough to give her trouble. Natural defense mechanism of her invaded pussy was to release more of the heroine’s sweet nectar to fight against the friction. Her love tunnel coated the man’s fingers with the brave heroine’s juices. “UH! Good! Aah! O-oh!” While hardened breasts of Wonder Woman bulged under her own weight, a small twitch to her hips lightly bounced her round buttocks in place. With troubled eyes, the pretty warrior gazed straight ahead of her. While her view consisted of stone bricks and mortar that kept them together, Ares must have had a much more pleasant view behind the striking heroine’s bent bottom.
 
At least now he had a clear answer. Even though the body was clearly enjoying it all, the mind found it a horrible act... And he liked that quite a bit. The corners of his lips tugged slightly as she exclaimed her protests, filling the temple rooms with her voice as she struggled in a trial to keep his fingers at bay. In the end it only made it more enjoyable for the god of war as she almost literally shook her ass in front of him. He took it, alongside her clear objections, as an invitation to keep going. Not so much to punish her physically, but more so to get to her mind. The fact he could get her fingers right there where most women would only want certain people to come... It was easy to imagine how frustrating this was for her for he had felt the very same frustration a year ago. “Have I now? I would think that I haven’t gone far enough... Not yet, anyway.”

No matter what she told him, he knew her body was (unwillingly) enjoying it. He could tell from her moans. Again, it had been the same for him. This was a déjà-vu, really, the only thing that had changed were their respective roles. He could feel the liquid gathering around his fingers, smirking as he started to understand what that actually meant. Her moans were telling the same story, of course. And suddenly, his fingers disappeared, giving the woman a chance to take a breather. “Tell me, Diana... Have you been defeated? Has the proud Amazon Princess actually lost a fight today?” It was an interesting aspect in his eyes. To a god of war, to someone who lived for battles, defeat was the easily the most important word in existence, along with ‘victory’. The taste of defeat had haunted him for decades, now it finally made place for that sweet victory... But no victory was complete without a clear defeat. And when was a defeat clear?

When the loser actually admitted it. The lasso had forced him to admit defeat the last time, he aimed to let it do it a second time, be it with a different victim this time around. “Oh, by the way... Did you just say that it felt good?” Of course he had heard that particular word between her moans and of course he would take advantage of it. That was just who he was. Using the words of others, twisting them to his needs and then using them against their original owners. Even though she had specifically told him that it hadn’t felt good when under the lasso’s spell, he would throw that ‘truth’ in the bin for the instinctive reaction that had come during the next session. “Then I suppose I have no choice but to continue...” The words had barely gone cold or he stuck his fingers back in, this time pushing his ring finger along with the others to increase the pressure. It might be a bit painful at first, for even he could feel that it was a lot tighter than before, but he could feel it ‘moved’ along a bit. He was quite sure it would get more enjoyable after a while... And if not, then it was simply a good punishment.

Three strong fingers explored the inner walls, rubbing the sensitive part while going up and down, helped by Diana’s own liquids which facilitated the process. His free hand resting on the heroine’s shapely butt, his eyes feasted upon the pretty sight of the heroine’s slim but powerful body. Her once so dangerous thighs that had threatened to choke him, her bare buttocks, her fit body... It was a pity he couldn’t see her face, for he would have killed to see the frustration that he knew so much. He could feel it, it was feeding him even more, telling him to keep going... Which was exactly what he did with inexperienced yet somehow skilled fingers. A squeeze by his free hand asserted his dominance even more as he tried to bring the brunette all the way to the edge a second time. “Fight it, Diana. Fight it!” It might have sounded strange coming from him, but it was a well thought-out tactic. He knew she didn’t want to cum, but he also knew the body could only hold on for so long. By telling her to fight, directly confronted her with the fact it was impossible to actually do so forever, which was exactly what he was going for.
 
The perverse fate she unfolded today in the old temple was neither a joke, nor a funny situation for a prideful Amazon warrior of Paradise Island. However, fruitless struggles of her body and her compromising positioning over the stone altar was laughable, in a twisted way. The aggression that targeted her lady parts continued as the Amazon’s enemy kept his fingers in her damp womanhood. She was helpless against the eager digits that violated her very womanhood. By now, the veil of Wonder Woman’s secrecy had long been lifted. Her armor stripped from her fit body, what her hero-costume used to conceal was no longer a mystery as she stood naked other than a pair of fancy boots. Removal of his fingers allowed the renowned heroine to replace her moans with intelligible words at last. Shallow breaths of peril stabilized as her adversary took a break from his restless fingering.

“You got lucky. Enjoy it while it lasts…” Diana looked back over her shoulder as much as she could, her pretty face frowning and filled with unmistakable irritation. A smart warrior would learn from her mistakes, not to repeat them again. “At least I can still count mine.” However big, one defeat was indeed easy to count. The princess intended to keep it that way as well. Being subjected to Ares’s mockery once was more than enough for Diana. However, the time he spent fingering her pussy appeared to be not enough for the man as he shoved his fingers back into her opening after the short breathing room he bestowed upon the proud woman. Keen antennas of his hand penetrated her tunnel to pick up Diana’s lowly treatment from where it left, sliding into her moist opening rather easily. “Ugh!” She snorted in a mixture of disgust and frustration.

The precise strokes her tunnel was receiving now, it made the man’s earlier attack look like aimless fingering in comparison. Given the circumstances, the questionable action taken against her womanhood couldn’t be considered fun or acceptable for the mighty heroine. As she admitted before however, it felt stimulating regardless. “Oh no. Oh no. O-oh…” Diana’s fierce eyes widened as the man rubbed her inner walls with rigorous touches. A fresh coat of her nectar lubricated her tunnel and the fingers that explored it. “Mmm… A-a-ah…” Faint moans interrupted her irregular breaths. A voice other than her own told her to fight against the pleasure. Diana increased her efforts to do that, refusing to turn into a man’s entertainment material. Under Ares’ firm grip, her bare hips began to shake from side to side.

“S-st… S-st… A-a-a…” Wonder Woman squirmed over the table. Her breasts pressing harder against its cold surface. However it wasn’t exactly cold what was making them harder. “Stop!” The shapely brunette exclaimed. Her strong thighs carrying the weight of her shapely bottom, Diana wiggled it in place. An inescapable sensation shortly overwhelmed her entire body. “Ooh! OH! OH! No! Aah! No… o-oh… n…” Above her parted lips, her eyelids curtained half of them as her pretty eyes twitched. Only the stone table to support the weight of her slim body, long and powerful legs of the Amazon slightly bent at the knees. Stubborn jerking of her tempting bottom ceased, her pussy lips getting into a loop of contracting and relaxing around the fingers that penetrated her.
 
It might have been aimless fingering before, a ruse to keep her on her toes so to speak, though it also had to do with the simple fact he was by no means used to this dishing out this kind of punishment. He would have to add it to his repertoire, he guessed, considering it had quite the impact on the victim and it was truthfully more enjoyable than a classic beatdown. Of course, it helped that Diana was an attractive woman, though the god would never be able to admit such a thing. It could be seen as a form of respect or even attraction, which was definitely not the case here. She was his archenemy, nothing more and nothing less, and he had broken the family ties many years ago. But even if he hadn’t done that, gods did tend to keep things inside the family…

His fingers didn’t miss their effect at all, Wonder Woman’s screams filling the room with ease, making his ears twitch slightly with joy as he felt her reaching her climax. Her struggles filled him with even more confidence, her clear disgust only fueled his desire and her final, sudden plea to stop strengthened his belief that this was indeed the right course of action. His fingers increased the intensity for a brief moment, almost slipping out in his enthusiasm as she finally reached that fateful stage. He wanted to pull out, but alas, he was too late as her sudden outburst of short but powerful exclamations signaled she had already ‘fallen’ over the edge. It wasn’t that big of a deal, of course, but he wouldn’t have minded dragging it on for a bit longer, if only to frustrate her that little bit more, to make her feel that bit more helpless.

But it would have to do. Her lips squeezed and release his fingers in a constant loop, his eyes watching her twitch uncontrollably as the orgasm took over. It was clear this one had been more draining than the last, though that was to be expected: while she had great endurance, no one was used to orgasming in such quick succession, let alone after a short, but relatively tiring battle. Tiring for her, that was, considering she had constantly been fighting against her bonds after maybe thirty seconds of them actually fighting. Still, he couldn’t allow her to fall asleep now, for that would only be a blessing for her.

“Stay with me here, Diana”, his hand soared through the air, aimed straight at her shapely butt, determined to fill the room with the sound of a powerful slap before walking towards the front of the table so he could see her face, going through his knees slightly to get to the same height. As expected, she wasn’t happy. Anger and frustration were clearly featured in her pretty eyes, along with some disgust. Emotions that the God of War loved to see. Yes, the score was still two to one in the heroine’s favor, but at least this was a defeat she would never forget, much like he would never forget his second one. The first one, while painful, had not nearly been as humiliating. “I suppose it’s easier to keep count of your defeats than of your many victories. Still, I have a feeling this defeat is… not going to be easy to forget.” He smirked, knowing all too well she would probably never forget this moment.

“I’ll make sure of that”, he added with a whisper, hand reaching to brush away some of her long hair so he could get a proper view of her full face while also making sure she could see his. With that, he rose back to his full height and started working on the ropes once more, removing the lasso from around her ankles, yet keeping it tight around the wrists: he couldn’t take any risks, no matter how tired she was. An endangered animal… No, he couldn’t risk it, not when he was so close to the ultimate victory. “Let’s get you on your back”, he said, using one hand to forcefully turn her over with a sharp pull on her shoulder, almost immediately walking back towards the other side of the table, trying to pull her arms onto her chest and stomach in the process. Keeping the lasso purposefully shorter this time, he started to attach the two ends to the respective ankles before loosening the knot around the wrists, reworking it all in such a way that the limbs on each side were almost forced against each other. Once more, she would find herself in a rather dangerous position, but that was obviously the point. “You didn’t think I was done yet, did you?”, he asked, his head disappearing between her legs as his tongue lapped away some of the fluids near the entrance of her pussy, his hands resting on the insides of her thighs to keep them spread. “We’re only getting to the finale…”
 
Draining a demi goddess’ energy through such an exorbitant sexual assault was unheard of in rich history of Amazonian warriors. Like anyone else, a daughter of Themyscira could of course succumb to defeat, and have been before. But even in defeat, there was something honorable. What Diana experienced today, what she had been through in this spiritual temple however, didn’t carry any honorable traits. The brave warrior was undoubtedly extremely angry at the god of war. She was also mad at herself though, for letting all this happen. And also carried the distinct traces of embarrassment for being used by a man in such a perverse way. After all she had been through in her bright justice career, it was an unfunny joke that two fingers could bring her down in the end. Upon an extracted success, her victorious enemy eventually pulled said hard-working digits out of her relaxed womanhood. There was no pride in such a beating, and the Amazonian princess knew it was pointless to think any other way.

Already high senses of the heroine had peaked during her eventual climax, her body had grown weak. A faint groan accompanied her exhausted body as the bare brunette exhaled the trapped air in her lungs. In this weakened state of frenzy, she was still quite susceptible to both pain and joy. An inevitable side effect of her recently reached climax. That escalated the impact of the man’s strong smack. Momentum of his hand transferred into her defenseless hips, the wonderful pair of butt cheeks the woman had wobbled in a hurtful clapping. “AIEE!” Her brown eyes shut, she howled with the stinging pain across her rear. Her head jolted up. So rapid in fact, her golden tiara jumped off her forehead and flew into the air. When she opened her eyes again, they caught the annoying sight of her adversary, grinning down at her. A few deep breaths bloated her breasts against the surface of the altar. “I won’t… forget what you did.” Furious eyes threatened the god of war as she replied.

Sides of her black hair covered more of her pretty face in the absence of her noble tiara. She turned her head away as Ares pushed her raven-black hair strands aside. Apparently her wavy hair was not the only part of her shapely body the man wanted to move around. She remained restrained, however her position over the altar changed. A pair of strong hands turned the woman around. Wonder Woman’s smooth legs were strong as they were beautiful, although she lacked the energy to use them to fight him off. As if they were not hers to command, Diana’s delicate limbs were stretched and moved around in the man’s determined grasp. Her struggles didn’t do her any good. “What are you… Ungh… What?!” The brunette protested Ares’ puppetry. Her perky breasts once again came to light. Her ankles and wrists bound together, her pussy too was exposed nicely as before.

The gap between her lifted legs allowed the woman to see her captor. The previous position the man forced her to assume was almost equally compromising. However she now had to watch it too. “Get away from me!” Diana shouted as the god of war went down on her, his tongue once again working to taste her flower, starting from the remnants of her last climax. “That’s enough! O-oh!” Above her hardened breasts, a shriek escaped her lips.
 
He knew the consequences of his actions and he knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of such a specific beatdown. However, he didn’t regret a thing, definitely not when he thought about what she had put him through a year earlier. He was quite sure that he wouldn’t have done the things he did today if she had treated him differently that time, but he couldn’t say that he disliked it either. It made him feel even more powerful than before… He wasn’t sure if it was because of her hate either: he had a feeling it had to do with him being able to do about anything to the powerful heroine without risking all that much.

“I wouldn’t want you to either”, he smirked, having watched the mythical tiara soar through the air for a brief moment. She had never reacted this hard to a slap to her buttocks, which made him guess she was reaching her limits. Her sentences were getting a bit sloppy, her movements almost non‑existent as long as he didn’t provoke any harsh reaction like he had done with the slap. It had been an easy task for the powerful God to move the heroine around, forcing her in yet another vulnerable position, having ignored her protests in the meantime.

It was a different sight for Ares, yet it was as good if not better than the one he’d had before. Her breasts were still standing strong, indicating he still had some time before the orgasm from before would wear off completely. Still, he didn’t waste a single second, for he didn’t even want to give her the chance to calm down this time around. Her words were easily pushed away and a simple lick was enough to cease her protests and to make a place for sounds that indicated he was hitting a sweet spot once more. However, he felt like he was missing something. He had her right where he wanted her and yet… His victory still didn’t feel complete. It didn’t feel like he had humiliated her nearly enough to make her understand how much stronger he was, to show her that she was nothing compared to him. And then it hit him. Surely the ultimate humiliation for a woman was to be taken by someone they did not love against their will? “Last year, you took a liking to a certain… part… of me, didn’t you?”

Of course, the man couldn’t resist bringing that up again, if only to try and make her feel sort of guilty, to make her understand that he was doing this simply because she had chosen to treat him the way she had done at that point in time. A couple of finger movements later, his skirt-like piece of clothing falling to the ground as he revealed his impressive manhood. Having seen Wonder Woman in such a vulnerable position, it was already standing at attention and he could feel the blood and adrenalin rush through his body as he pulled her bared pussy a bit closer to the edge, his exposed member throbbing slightly at a short distance. “So surely, you won’t mind if I give you the chance to feel its potential one more time”, last year, he had hated the fact he was cumming in front of her, that he was reaching climax after climax simply because she had wanted him to reach those. And yet here he was standing in front of her, showing off his manhood willingly this time, though he wouldn’t show it for long. She would definitely feel it though, as its tip gently pushed the woman’s walls to the side as he moved it in, a soft grunt escaping his lips in the process.

As a God, he had had sexual intercourse with other ‘higher’ beings before, but he doubted any had been as tight as Diana. At least she already offered him the lubrication he needed to move somewhat freely, which he did as he pushed on, slowly but surely moving his hips toward hers. Before long, he started to pump, a wicked grin on his face, a slight grunt escaping him as he did so. His hands were resting on her hips, keeping her in place. “F-Fuck… S-So… Good…” It was true and he definitely hadn't expected it to feel this enjoyable, even though he had only just started. "Concede... Diana... C-Concede...!" It would probably be his last words, for he realized it would be impossible to talk properly once he got close to his climax.
 
Contorted into a new position to unwillingly flash the delightful features of her attractive form, it would also bring more peril to suffer through. The great power she possessed had been long perished by an unmistakable exhaustion as Diana had a difficult time coping with what her archenemy did to her. An unacceptable burden for a prideful daughter of Paradise Island, to be rendered helpless while a man toyed with her sexuality in such a dishonorable way. Godly powers and mythical abilities of her enemy couldn’t be considered an excuse for this disgraceful defeat. Amusing her adversary with many orgasms imposed upon her womanhood was a lowly blasphemy to her Amazonian heritage, an inglorious stain among the legendary tales. Her pride certainly didn’t stood as high as her lifted arms and legs today. Diana channeled some energy into her bounds limbs. Other than wiggling her elevated bottom, her struggles once again failed to set her free from this disastrous situation.

In a different kind of display of his strength, Ares lowered his armor, allowing the woman to witness the impressive size of his manhood. Mirroring the fun he had rather well, his member had been erected into a stiff rod. Wonder Woman was indeed familiar with this part of the cunning warmonger. Given the reversed circumstances of the battle, sheer size of his hefty organ posed a threat to the pretty heroine instead of giving her amusement. Similarly, Ares seemed quite proud of his large tool’s liveliness on this certain occasion. Diana too couldn’t argue with the considerable thickness and length of the member that stole her attention. Assumingly, wonderful features of the heroine were to blame for its clear excitement. Or rather the jeopardizing position that exposed so much of the brunette warrior.

Verifying the sturdiness of her cocky aggressor’s rod didn’t sit well with the attractive heroine. Wonder Woman certainly lacked the same enthusiasm the stiff organ that pointed at her restrained body had. “What is the meaning of this!” The pretty warrior questioned, although she knew very well what kind of action her smirking foe had been hinting at. On top of all, having to welcome Ares’ manhood into her pink folds would have been the peak of her bitter defeat. Made to be explored by his fingers had already been an inadmissible affair all by itself, but being defiled by an inferior gender’s most prominent part would undoubtedly be worse for the prideful Amazon. Violation of her rare flower as the conclusion of her lost battle would make a mockery of what she stood for. “Don’t even think about it!” Concerned eyes of the brave heroine flared at the man.

Additional struggles of Diana’s bound body didn’t change the accessible state of her gleaming sex. “Uuh! No. Let me go!” She protested this ill fate, while Ares aligned his solid member with her defenseless opening. Stretched thighs of the woman added to the tightness of her tunnel, albeit her wetness offering the necessary lubrication still. Between her lifted legs, the heroine felt the hefty head of his cock spreading her inner lips. The brunette shut her eyes close, her sealed lips twitching with the invasion of her wonderful pussy. “…Gah!” Grandiose cock that filled her love tunnel eventually broke the seal of her lips as she gasped aloud. “Oo-ah!” Wonder Woman groaned as his enemy commenced fucking her.
 
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