Chapter 2: Hera

Wonder Woman finally felt normal again the moment she got far enough away from the Hearth. It was then she realized that the horniness she felt was from Aphrodite, her pangs of pleasure caused everyone around her to go into a frenzy of lust. Heavens, this could be a huge problem if we do not rescue her.

Wonder Woman was more certain than ever that she was on the right path to finding Athena. Someone in the Underworld has her. She figured it had to be Aries, but his fortress was impressive it dominated the horizon of the underworld. A black fortress that protruded through the landscape like some sort of Obsidian mountain.

Wonder Woman finally encountered some guard’s men. She decided to follow them. The guards carried Ares Sigil on their shields. She looked closer and noticed their armor was a male version of the Amazonian Armor. “Not Surprising” Wonder Woman thought to herself, after all Hephaestus made all the Amazonian armors and weapons. That was not all however, as Wonder Woman followed more closely, she saw the male warriors had the mark of enslavement to Hephaestus, a mark given to them when they were sold by the Amazon’s to the armorer. These were the male offspring of the Amazons. They did not walk around like slaves; in fact, all carried their spears like trained warriors. Of course, Ares was the God of War. He has used his powers and magics to train them into warriors.

Wonder Woman would have to be warry of these males, most all of them likely harbored boundless hatred for her and her sisters. She saw that there was quite a bit of commotion from inside one of the caves. Wonder Woman gulped and decided to sneak into the cave, but it had two sentries standing guard at the entrance of the cave.

In the end Wonder Woman waited for about two hours until she saw a patrol returning. She quickly dispatched a straggler to the formation and quickly spun using her dressing magic to wear the livery of the enemy. A power she rarely used but came in very handy now. She surmised that the cave was the underworld barracks for lack of a better word for these soldiers.

Wonder Woman tagged along the end of one of the patrols formations attaching herself to them. They marched right past the sentries, and she was inside the complex, she quickly peeled off into the shadows.

She decided to pursue the soldiers to see what all the commotion was, she started to hear the cries and immediately got a bad feeling they were like what she heard in Hephaestus’s Hearth.

Wonder Woman started blushing at as moans became louder. She was becoming aroused, and she was beating herself about it but needed to actually see where it was coming from.

She got closer and almost fainted, along the wall where the leather armor from Amazonian scouts tossed on

the ground next to a shield with the Sigil of Themyscara.

Wonder Woman became a protector and ran into the room and stopped in her tracks. The men were gathered around two amazons, they were two of the scouts that went with Athena to the rendezvous point in the clearing in Antarctica.

Iona was completely naked and her arms were tied to two post on either side of her. A young healthy young man was in the process of fucking the poor captive for all its worth, each of her legs were being held inside the man’s locking arms, leaving her calves and feet tightening behind the young soldier.

Wonder Woman was again quite aroused and she could not figure out why, she should not be getting this aroused at seeing her shield sister being fucked into utter submission but she got wet.

She then it finally hit her, when realized that Aphrodite in this realm being fucked constantly was releasing magical energies. In fact, the Libido of every Olympian was getting quite supercharged as a result. If continue long enough all the realms would descend into debauched orgy.

Wonder Woman remembered that the magic was so powerful that she collapsed and masturbated furiously the entire time Aphrodite was being taken, only able to rise and escape when Aphrodite was put down for the night, in the most humiliating manner.

Wonder Woman remembered how much effort it took to leave Aphrodite in that state, or to leave the palace in general. She would have to redouble her meditations if she was going to survive this mission intact lest she fall to the godlust and her and her sisters would be doomed to live under the Heel of Ares.

With that thought she heard Iona scream in pleasure from being fucked by the soldier, “Oh yesssss! The woman said as Wonder Woman saw the soldier try to squeeze the man inside of her harder in pleasure.

“Tell us how much you love it slut!” The man goaded.

“Yes ... I love it!!!! Oh I am Arrhrggghhhh!” Iona screamed and came so hard that the juices could be seen exploding from her sex.

Wonder Woman was breathing heavily now as part of her wanted to join the gangbang and share in the pleasure Iona was feeling now.

What she saw next astonished her. Off a few paces from the group taking Iona were two priest dressed head to toe in the sigil of Ares. As soon as Iona started cumming both priests cast a spell on Iona, her head glowed, and then a bright stream of green light went from Iona’s head into to head of two naked Male Amazonians kneeling beside the priest. The male Amazonians swayed as if in a haze then the light dissipated and as if they woke up in a trance, they gathered their bearings. The Male Amazonian’s posture immediately changed. The carried themselves like hardened warriors. Indeed, as they stood up their fellow brethren immediately clothed them in armor. They took their spears in the exact manner as a Master class Amazonian would.

“Pheseus it is taking too long! We have many thousands of soldiers to train!” It was a soldier dressed in Commander garb.

“Bring the next soldier, she has many more soldiers to train fret not we will have more soon” The priest bragged.

The next soldier to enter the cave was already naked, his cock erect and ready for action. The sight of Iona moaning and writhing in pleasure only made him more eager to take her.

He wasted no time in joining in on the gangbang, thrusting his hard member into Iona’s wet folds. The other soldiers cheered him on, goading him to fuck her harder and faster.

As he pounded into her, Iona’s screams of pleasure filled the cave. Her body trembled with every thrust, her hands gripping the ground as she rode wave after wave of intense pleasure.

The soldier was relentless in his movements, using every ounce of strength he had to bring Iona to new heights of ecstasy. And just when it seemed like she couldn’t take anymore, he pushed her over the edge once again.

Iona came so hard that her body convulsed uncontrollably, her juices coating the soldier’s cock as he continued to ravish her.

Wonder Woman watched with a mix of shock and intrigue as the priest cast their spell on the two male Amazons kneeling beside them. She could see the transformation happen before her eyes - from average male bodies to hardened warriors ready for battle.

Their fellow brethren quickly dressed them in armor and handed them their spears, treating them with respect as if they were veteran soldiers. Wonder Woman couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy at how easily these men were accepted into their society.

But soon enough, another soldier entered the cave and was quickly taken by Iona. And then another, and another after that. It seemed like endless waves of men were being brought in for training by these priests under Ares’ command.

Wonder Woman knew she needed to find a way out soon before she became overwhelmed by lust herself. She focused on calming her mind and honing her Amazonian strength so she could escape this temple unscathed.

But as she watched Iona being taken by yet another soldier, more scouts were brought in, five of them all were struggling. By Hera they caught more. Oh no this was not good. She needed to find Athena and regroup, if they continue to take her sisters they will have vastly more battle hardened warriors that all have reason to hate us! Wonder Woman thought.

“Goddess, they are stealing their training instantaneously. If they become skilled her sisters would be doomed!” Wonder Woman thought to herself. She shook her head and walked out, decided there is nothing she can do about freeing her shield sister right now.

She left the barracks and slumped against a boulder out of sight. She was lost on whether to go back and try and free Aphrodite to remove her magics from the realm, or to search for Athena, and the rest of her sisters. She never felt so alone as she did at this moment. She took a deep breath and gripped her sword as hard as she could and decided to head further into the Canyon of Despair. She would have to endure the lustful energy emitted by Aphrodite at the moment.

Gate to Tarturus

Hera was near the desert entrance of Underworld. The Former Queen of the gods had her golden armor and helm. Hera’s weapon of choice was a warrior scythe.

The Honor Guard burst through the entrance, a hundred Amazonian warriors at Hera and Hippolyta’s command. A blinding bolt of lightning seared past Hera’s face, slamming into the cave wall with a deafening crack.

The Amazons recoiled, scrambling for cover as the entrance collapsed, sealing them inside. Hera stood unflinching, her eyes narrowing as she surveyed the damage.

“Bringing an army, you scheming harpy?” Zeus thundered. He loomed before them, resplendent in silver armor adorned with sapphire lightning.

Hera’s scythe materialized, twin blades gleaming. “I’ve outgrown your petty threats, you pathetic excuse for a god.”

“Amazons, find Diana and regroup. I’ll deal with this worm and clear the way,” Hera commanded.

The warriors surged forward with a battle cry. Zeus conjured a crackling sword, hurling a bolt at Hera. She deflected it effortlessly, sending Zeus staggering.

Hera pounced, her scythe slicing through Zeus’s breastplate like parchment. His power had waned since losing his heavenly throne to Athena.

“Your meddling ends here,” Hera snarled, her weapon singing through the air.

Zeus vanished in a flash, reappearing on a distant island in the sea of souls. Hera’s lips curled into a predatory smile as she spotted his telltale lightning. With a whirl of her scythe, she materialized on the island. Their true battle had only just begun.

Canyon of Despair

Wonder Woman has walked for a couple of hours since the barracks. She saw what looked like campfires in the distance. She knew better than to approach in the open, so she bided her time, taking the slow but sure way towards her goal. It was then she caught sight of the lightning bolts hitting somewhere off in the distance. That could only mean Zeus.

Diana raced toward the commotion, only to freeze at an unexpected sight. The Sigil of Agamemnon glared back at her, a chilling testament to Ares’ unholy alliance. He had summoned an army fueled by ancient hatred for the Amazons.

Realizing a direct approach was impossible, Diana sought higher ground. She needed to assess the situation and reunite with her sisters. Her solo mission now seemed a grave miscalculation.

Exhaustion overtook her, and Diana surrendered to a fitful rest. When she awoke, refreshed, the landscape had transformed. The army had vanished, along with the celestial light show.

Curiosity drew her to investigate the abandoned camp. The once-narrow river had swollen, its banks now treacherously wide. As Diana climbed for a better vantage, a shield bobbed past her feet. Her breath caught - it bore the Sigil of Themyscira.

She snatched it from the water, her heart plummeting as she recognized the red-jeweled “M” engraving. Mala’s shield. Her childhood friend was no mere scout, but a seasoned warrior.

The implications hit Diana like a thunderbolt. An Amazon contingent had launched their own assault on the underworld. Her sisters were here, fighting. With renewed purpose, Diana’s priorities shifted. She would find her compatriots and strike at the heart of Ares’ stronghold.

“Hold on, Mala,” Diana whispered, her voice a mix of determination and dread. “I’m coming.”

Four Hours Later...

City of the Fallen Border between the Mist and Elysium. Wonder woman followed a bunch of tracks leading to the city.

Diana prowled the city’s fringes, her cloak masking her true identity. The once-crumbling structures now stood renewed, Zeus’s emblem stark on the guards’ shields. This realm of outcasts had morphed into Ares’ stronghold.

Her search for the Amazons proved futile. Her gaze fixed on the gleaming palace crowning the mountain. Infiltration came with unexpected ease; Zeus’s legacy had bred a false sense of security.

The scent of opulence filled the air as Diana concealed herself behind foliage. The sight before her stole her breath. A naked goddess stood on a dais, her divine form unmistakable. At the hall’s apex, a platform bore two poles. Between them hung a figure, stripped bare save for a golden helm that shrouded her face, rendering her blind and defenseless.

Diana’s instincts screamed to intervene. The goddess on the dais glistened with exertion, her flawless form heaving.

A blue orb materialized, its tendrils lashing out with pure electricity. Zeus’s magic unmistakable.

“Aiiiyyyeeee!” The helmed woman’s muffled scream pierced the air.

“Wench, to the kitchen! More wine!” A guard barked in Diana’s direction.

She bowed her head, meekly complying. Each step towards the kitchen was a battle against her instincts as the lashes continued to fall.

In the kitchen, snippets of conversation froze her in her tracks.

“Our Lord will show that traitorous Hera her place. All hail Zeus, rightful ruler of Olympus!” An old cook proclaimed.

A chorus of cheers erupted, the city awash in celebration.

Diana’s mind raced. Hera, stripped of dignity, now Zeus’s captive. But how had he overcome her without his power source? The pieces of this divine puzzle refused to align.

Two Hours Later...

Wonder Woman served the bawdy crowd drink and food for two hours. A part of her was aroused at the sight of the naked perfection displayed at the head of the banquet hall. The oppressive helm covering her entire face was almost as enticing as seeing her face. The echoed cries emanating from behind the helm, serenaded the entire hall.

The lovely goddess chained for display in the banquet hall, was crying openly. Zeus’s lightning whip made his wife say things to the citizens of his city that she would have never thought be said.

Zeus gathered his most devoted followers in the banquet hall, his voice thundering, “Brothers, it’s time to initiate our new acquisition. She’ll serve as a stark reminder to anyone on Olympus who dares defy me!”

Two shimmering portals materialized behind Zeus, revealing his battle-worn brothers: Poseidon, master of seas and horses, and Hades, former ruler of the underworld.

Poseidon sneered, tightening Hera’s chains with a flick of his wrist. “How the mighty have fallen.”

“She needs to be thoroughly subjugated,” Hades interjected, a sinister gleam in his eye.

Zeus turned to Hades. “Any sign of Athena?”

“None. She’s vanished from the underworld.”

Zeus conjured a glowing map. “All exits remain sealed. She’s still here, hidden. We must secure her before she reaches Olympus, or she’ll be unstoppable.”

Hades reluctantly tore his gaze from Hera. “I’ll continue the search. We can’t afford failure.”

“Indeed. A stint underground may improve her demeanor,” Zeus mused, eliciting dark chuckles from his brothers and sycophantic laughter from his followers.

Poseidon lingered as Hades departed. “Have you reacquainted yourself, brother?”

“Not yet. I want to savor her pleas,” Zeus replied, stroking his beard.

“Perhaps some ... enhancements are in order,” Poseidon suggested, summoning a portal with his trident before vanishing.

Zeus observed Hera’s futile struggles against his lightning lashes, frustrated by her resilience. He’d need to find another way to break her - this was taking far too long.

Two Hours Later...

A portal appeared and out of it appeared Poseidon. He was carrying a case of some sort. He chuckled brightly.

Zeus teleported to his brother. “Ah you have returned. what is in your hand brother?

“Another vector in which to subdue this treacherous whore.”

“Very well, let’s see.” Zeus responded pointing his finger at the box causing a lightning bolt to shoot out and open the case.

Inside the box was a set of adornments, a shiny golden collar with rings dangling from them, it had the Sigil of Zeus upon the front, a set of fine gold chains, and along the edges various rings were rested in the inset of the box.

“Oh my, let’s put those nipples on her sexy tits in some rings shall we?” Zeus laughed reaching down to the case of adornments.

Zeus reached into the case and pulled out two golden nipple rings. He approached Hera’s chained form, her breasts heaving as she struggled against her bonds.

“Now, my dear wife, it’s time you were properly adorned,” Zeus taunted.

Hera tried to twist away but the chains held her fast. Zeus roughly grasped her left breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers. Hera cried out behind her helm as Zeus pierced her sensitive flesh, sliding the golden ring through. He repeated the process on her right nipple, leaving both breasts adorned with gleaming rings.

“There, much improved,” Zeus chuckled darkly. “But we’re not done yet.”

He retrieved the golden collar from the case. It was intricately engraved with lightning bolt designs and Zeus’ sigil prominently displayed on the front. Zeus unclasped it and moved to fasten it around Hera’s neck.

Hera thrashed her head, trying to avoid the humiliating adornment. But Zeus gripped her jaw firmly, holding her still as he locked the collar in place. The dangling rings jingled with her every movement.

“Perfect,” Zeus declared. “Now everyone will know you belong to me.”

He stepped back to admire his handiwork. Hera’s magnificent body was now decorated with the golden nipple rings and collar, marking her as Zeus’ property. Her muffled sobs could be heard from behind the oppressive helm.

“Ooo now for your pussy lips, these four will do quite fine. You will never close to me again” Zeus growled as he thrust his hand in Hera’s sex.” The goddess let out an erotic moan from beneath her helm.

Zeus roughly spread Hera’s labia, exposing her most intimate parts. She whimpered behind the helm as he pierced her sensitive flesh, sliding four golden rings through her outer labia.

“There, now you’ll always be open and ready for me,” Zeus taunted. He tugged on the rings, making Hera cry out. “And don’t forget the final touch.”

He retrieved a large golden barbell and approached Hera’s spread legs again. With cruel precision, he pierced it through her clitoris. Hera’s body convulsed as she screamed into her helm.

“Perfect,” Zeus declared, stepping back to admire his handiwork. Hera’s body was now adorned with gleaming gold - nipple rings, labia rings, and the large clit piercing. The collar around her neck jingled with her every pained movement.

“Now everyone will know you belong to me, wife,” Zeus growled. “It’s time you learned your proper place.”

He grabbed a fistful of Hera’s hair, yanking her head back. “You will serve me and my brothers. You will pleasure us whenever and however we desire. This is your life now.”

Hera could only sob brokenly behind her oppressive helm as Zeus prepared to truly break her will. Her torment was only beginning.

“Ah these are lovely Zeus remarked as he pulled out a solid gold band with very thin tiny tassels. He went over and snaked the band around the waist of Hera and chuckled as the tiny tassels concealed nothing, her sex was visible, every part of her peaked out through the strands, in made her look more sexual not less. He cracked up looking at her.

He saw two sets of golden cuffs, one slightly larger than the other, Zeus surmised correctly that one set was for the ankles and the other set was for her wrist.

Zeus retrieved the golden adornments, his eyes gleaming with cruel intent. He approached Hera’s restrained form, fastening the cuffs around her ankles and wrists with practiced efficiency. A chain between her ankles forced her legs apart, while her arms remained spread above her head.

“Exquisite,” Zeus murmured, stepping back to survey his handiwork. The gold glinted against Hera’s skin, accentuating her exposed state. The helm obscured her face, while the array of jewelry - collar, piercings, and chains - emphasized her vulnerability.

Zeus circled her, his gaze predatory. “Time to entertain our subjects, wife,” he sneered. “Aparneomai Epithymia!”

A moan escaped Hera as her body writhed involuntarily. Zeus settled onto his throne, malice twisting his features. “Let’s see how you fare against Aphrodite’s curse,” he proclaimed. “Oil her down. Every inch.”

Hera’s whimper echoed as attendants approached, hands glistening. They diligently coated her bound form, their touch igniting her sensitized skin. Hera trembled as the oil accentuated every curve and crevice.

“Every inch,” Zeus commanded again. The servants obeyed, their hands gliding over breasts, stomach, thighs, and between her legs. Golden adornments clinked with each shudder.

As oil saturated her flesh, Hera’s nerves blazed. Each caress sent unwanted pleasure coursing through her. She fought against it, but the curse ensured her arousal would build relentlessly.

Zeus reveled in Hera’s quickening breath, her hips’ subtle, seeking motions. “Now for the true spectacle,” he proclaimed. Lightning crackled at his fingertips, forming into tendrils of energy that danced across Hera’s slick skin.

Hera’s cries pierced the air as electricity overwhelmed her senses. Intense, maddening, yet wholly unsatisfying. Her wails morphed into desperate moans as the lightning teased mercilessly.

“Feel it all, wife, knowing relief will never come,” Zeus taunted. “Summon the brothel’s finest. My wife’s cunt requires attention.”

Ten minutes later...

A very sexy Mediterranean woman walked out and bowed to Zeus, “You summoned me Supreme Lord Zeus” She uttered sensually.

“Ah yes, see that pussy that is sopping wet, tend to it, make sure she feels every single sensation of your tongue. Oh and Priestess have two other acolyte’s suck on her nipples, I am sure the rings will make them feel absolutely wondrous. Nothing but the best for my wife” Zeus declared, the rest of the banquet hall erupting in laughter.

The priestess bowed deeply before Zeus. “As you command, my lord.” She turned and beckoned to two young acolytes who had accompanied her.