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**Chapter 1 ** ___________________________________
The summer air was already warm in the early morning over the green lands of
northern Thessaly.
Even at this altitude, Wonder Woman felt the rays from Apollo's disk warming her
beautiful skin. She increased her speed, hoping there was still nobody to see
her. After all, her voyage was a very personal thing, something she did only
every now and then in her immortal life. She didn't want tourists and fans to
know she was here... once in a while, she wanted a bit of intimacy for her
own.
Her mind went back to the places she had already visited. There were many
ancient sites in Greece; ruins of once wonderful temples, like the ones in
Asklepieion... hidden entrances to underground worship places, only known to
Amazons nowadays... shrines secluded in small islands... she had been in many of
those sacred areas, bringing her spiritual offerings to the Gods, renewing her
devotion to them and to the cause she was born for.
She felt very happy every time she undertook this pilgrimage. Of course, her
native island of Themyscira had many wondrous temples where she could pray
together with her mother and sisters; but this was something different. A
pilgrimage was something more spiritual to her... it took sacrifice and
solitude, for it was not only the goal, but the voyage itself to strengthen the
soul.
She had already been in many areas of Greece. Macedonia and Epiru had been her
first stops, followed by a part of Thessaly and Peloponnesus. Then she had
headed again towards the central lands, stopping in various small islands, as
beautiful as emeralds set in a deep blue robe which covered Greece. Returning to
the peninsula, she visited mount Parnassus and, of course, Olympus.
Now her journey was almost at its end. In fact, only one place was missing... an
underground temple she had never visited before. Diana wondered why did she
forget about that place in the past; sure, it was small and not known by many,
even in times when the worship of the Gods was in its bloom. Now she would see
it for the first time, and this thought made her smile with joy.
She slowed down, diving towards the hard vegetation and the dry soil under it.
When she landed, she noticed that there was very little animal life there... as
if that land was too unwelcoming for every inhabitant of earth and sky. The sun
was high now, and its burning heat was scorching the dried soil. Diana stepped
towards the small cave where she knew the secret entrance was.
With a little effort, the Princess of Amazons entered through the narrow
opening, pausing for a while to let her eyes adjust to the darkness. It was also
confortably cool in there, she noticed with relief. She turned her small
electric torch on and began walking, minding her every step. The small tunnel
went forward for a while, then started descending with a steep slope. Wonder
Woman followed it for a long while, until she found a smaller one, turning left;
she took this way, almost crouching in some parts of the cave which threatened
to close upon her. When she could stand on her feet, she saw a vertical tunnel:
she knew it led to the secret entrance and she flew right through it.
The tunnel led her in a bigger cave, decorated with ancient symbols and statues.
Exquisite paintings stood there, untouched by time and decay; that was an
archeologist's dream come true... but Diana couldn't notice anything else than
the caped figure standing in the center of the decorated floor, lit by torches
lined against the walls, quietly looking at her.
Undoubtedly a woman, clad in a long, anonymous dress, she just stood there, her
arms peacefully crossed in meditation.
Wonder Woman looked at her, still shaken by that encounter. She didn't expect at
all to find anybody there... and she noticed the woman wasn't surprised a bit,
as if she had been waiting for her!
"Hello" she said after a while. "I am Princess Diana of Themyscira. I am here to
worship the Gods."
"Welcome, Diana of Themyscira" replied the woman, with a soft tone of voice. "I
understand you have come here to celebrate the Mysteries."
"Do you mean... that someone still celebrates them? It's incredible!"
The Mysteries were secret rituals in honour of one or more Gods, known and
practiced by a very small group of priests. Diana knew that many of them were
very cryptic, and some could be even dangerous. Wonder Woman was excited by the
chance to attend such a rare celebration.
"I didn't come here for the Mysteries" was her answer "but I would be honored to
see them."
The woman bowed slightly. "You are most welcome. However, you must behave as the
Ritual commands, without questioning. Are you willing to?" Her eyes gazed upon
Diana, with a concentrated stare.
"Yes. Please tell me what to do, and I will obey at once." The Amazon approached
the woman, eager to follow her.
"Very well." With a gesture, the caped stranger pointed towards a big wooden
door, engraved with arcane symbols and ancient Greek writings. "That is the Door
of the Supplicant. Whoever shall pass through it must have his feet naked,
feeling the chilling touch of Earth. You will remove your boots and give them to
me."
Wonder Woman immediately obeyed, taking her red boots off and entrusting them to
her guide. Now she was much nearer, and Diana noticed that her face was that of
a young and very beautiful girl... though she just couldn't determine her age.
Without a word, the girl put the boots into a cloth bag and lifted the wooden
bar blocking the door. The Amazon crossed it, her delicious arched feet sending
her shivers every time they touched the cold, damp stone.
After a while, they arrived to another door. "This is the Door of Renouncement.
He who wants to walk through it must relinquish his worldly possessions. Remove
your tiara, earrings and golden rope, and give them to me."
Diana was not too sure about giving those items to someone. Those were ancient
artifacts, endowed with great magical powers... and they had been entrusted to
her. She looked pensively at her guide.
"Do not worry about your sacred objects. They will be guarded well, and you will
have them back after the celebration."
A bit more relaxed, the Princess removed her earrings and tiara, giving them to
the caped girl; then she put her Golden Lasso in the bag with the other items,
and she could pass through the second door.
"You didn't look surprised to see a visitor" she asked to her guide as they
walked along the corridor. "Were you... waiting for me?"
"No" answered the woman plainly. "But I knew that, at the right time, a being of
great power would come to me. And that time is now."
The answer left Diana a bit puzzled, but in that moment, they came in front of
another door.
"The Door of Heart. Disrobe your chest and step forward with a light spirit, and
you may pass." The girl's voice was plain, emotionless.
The Princess started removing her bustier. As soon as it opened, the spell which
had been cast over it by her mother, Queen Hyppolita, vanished, and her breasts
regained their true dimensions and weight, growing to a 38F size... and yet,
incredibly, they remained as steady and hard as those of a young girl. Their
pink, large areolas were glowing at the torch light; two beautiful nipples
started poking out, feeling the chilling air in the cave.
Over Wonder Woman's powerful chest, her breasts triumphed as a symbol of beauty
and femininity. She had never showed any embarrassment about them, or the fact
of being naked in front of others; that was the way she was made, the way the
Gods wanted her to be, and there was nothing to feel ashamed of. She was proud
of her trained, athletic body, and of the beauty and strength which emanated
from it, divine gifts which had been part of her since the day she was born.
Diana had been looking at the caped woman's eyes. They were locked on her,
showing no trace of surprise. Their stare followed her waving breasts as she
handed her bustier, with something which could look like interest; then, the
stranger quietly reached the door and opened it.
"She didn't react in any way" thought the Amazon. That was strange; she should
have been at least a bit startled, just like any normal person.
Could it be that she knew? It was improbable. As soon as her breasts developed
completely, showing the full power of Aphrodite's gift of uncanny beauty, her
mother cast that spell over her every dress and suit of armor, allowing her
daughter to live and fight without hindrance from her exuberant 'curves'. As
such, that was a secret known only by her mother and her Amazon sisters...
They had come to yet another wooden door. This one was decorated with different
symbols, which seemed to glow softly in the dim light. Diana felt something
while looking at those markings, like a web of subtle thoughts and arcane words,
whispered from what could be an infinite distance.
"This is the final door. The Door of Inner Secrets. Remove your last piece of
clothing, Princess, and let your most intimate part come in the light."
Wonder Woman quietly slid the bottom of her costume down, leaving her perfect
body completely naked in the cold air. Her toned muscles were highlighted by the
dim ambient, as the torches created soft lines of light and darkness over her
beautiful form. Her every movement was full of grace and dignity, as if she was
dressed like a queen... she looked like an ancient greek statue, sculpted by a
mortal who had gazed over a naked Goddess.
She walked to her guide and handed her last piece of clothing. The girl was
staring at her beautiful womanhood... naturally devoid of any superfluous hair,
as well as every other part of her body, her vulva was made of two fleshy, soft
labia, of a delicate pink, which partially hid her big clitoris, a trait which
was common to all Amazons. The pink sexual organ seemed to peek shyly from under
a long hood, which covered and encircled its round head... similar to a tender
rose petal, the hood vanished into the labia, to form two delicate inner lips.
Such a big clitoris was a symbol of feminine strength, but also the sign of a
healthy, vigorous sexuality, which Diana and her sisters boldly embraced in
honor of Goddess Aphrodite and her son. She couldn't count all the times she had
played Eros' games with her many lovers on Themyscira, delicately stroking each
other's 'kleitorìs', feeling it grow and harden in their mouths or under their
expert fingers, seeing extasy race over their beautiful faces and coloring them
with the red of passion...
The caped woman slowly approached her right hand to Wonder Woman's delicate
femininity, then she caressed her labia and clitoris.
"What is this?" asked Diana, a bit surprised by this intimate contact.
"Don't worry, Princess. I'm just making sure that you're ready to pass the final
Door."
Her fingers worked swiftly over the soft cleft which hid the Amazon's vaginal
channel. As her index lifted the meaty clitoris, her thumb and middle parted the
big labia, exposing Diana's inner lips... two sweet, thin, smooth orchid petals,
hiding a warm and moist secret. The caped woman's left index plunged deeply
between them, wriggling into the soft flesh, drawing a shiver and some deep
breaths from Wonder Woman. Under her right index, the stranger felt the
raven-haired warrior's powerful clitoris swelling and hardening, while the hot
vaginal walls were moistening and in the air could be felt the sweet scent of
Diana's excitement...
"You're not a virgin" whispered the woman. Maybe in her voice a slight
disappointment could be heard.
"N... no, I'm not. Is this a problem?" Wonder Woman managed to keep her voice
steady, although she could feel waves of pleasure rising from her low abdomen,
menacing to obliterate her reason and draw her into a spiral of desire... she
suddenly realized that the stranger was very expert. She wondered if that
ability was a requisite for her role in the ritual, whatever that could be.
"Of course not." The caped woman rose on her feet, her movements calm and
measured, her tone of voice almost flat. "Please, open yourself the final
door."
As Diana reached the heavy portal, her guide faced away from her, then with a
flashy movement, she sucked her left index, her eyes widening with pleasure and
inhuman greed, her movements fluid and swift, like those of a snake. Then she
turned again towards the nude Amazon, which was now opening the door wide. With
a neutral expression, she said "You may enter."
As her naked body crossed the threshold, the Princess felt that strange
sensation again, words whispered in her head that she could not understand; and
together with it, the air around her seemed to warp, becoming for a moment as
thick as water, then "releasing" her. Everything lasted for less than a split
second, but she started thinking there was something wrong with that place.
The wide room, carved into solid rock, was not quite like Wonder Woman expected.
It was not decorated by fresco paintings or statues: its walls were made of
rough stone and it was nearly empty, except for a golden throne at its opposite
end, and a heavy stone table in front of it. Though massive and square, that
didn't look like an altar... but more like a sacrificial table. On its sides
were stuck four golden rings, maybe for transportation, though that sounded
strange, as such a ductile metal could never bear that enormous weight.
"What's this place?" asked the Amazon, now a bit wary. All of this could be a
trap, and she realized she was there, naked, without her weapons... Her senses
were now alert, her harmonious muscles a bit tensed, ready to attack or to avoid
any danger.
"Please, follow me. You haven't seen everything yet."
The mysterious girl walked on with a fast pace, going towards the center of the
room. Diana pondered her chances: that could be the base of a secret cult, maybe
practicing human sacrifices... but her almost inhuman sense of smell didn't pick
up any traces of blood there. Nonetheless, in such a case, she felt that her
duty was to investigate, both to find out if any crimes were carried out in
those halls, and if a temple to the Gods had been desecrated in any way. She
stepped forward, even more cautious, concentrating on every small noise around
her, caring to put her naked feet where she remembered the other woman had
passed.
Soon she reached the center of the big hall. Her guide, who had got a bit nearer
to the throne, seemed to make a slight gesture with her fingers.
Light erupted around the naked Wonder Woman, carrying a strange pain in her
every limb... she strived to focus her thoughts and tried to run away, but she
found that any movement was impossible. When her eyes recovered from the intense
flash, she saw a strange circle on the rocky ground: it contained other circles
and geometrical shapes, with writings in an unknown language and alphabet, and
in its whole it was extremely elaborate, so that in some sections it was almost
impossible to discern its lines from one another. It seemed to be made of white
light, and if she stared at it for too long, its circles looked like they were
slowly moving. The whole symbol was more than three metres wide and she was
staying in its exact center, imprisoned by an unknown but great force. She felt
dizzy, a strong nausea taking over her stomach, weakness growing into her
legs.
Mustering her every power, Diana forced her limbs to move, ignoring the sharp
pain coursing into them, feeling as if she had been tied by rays of light which
burned her soft flesh, coiling more and more around her arms and legs as she
tried to slip away from them. Almost collapsing from the effort, she managed to
make a step forward; and yet, she realized it was in vain, as every single bit
of progress made her feel like she was being tied even more tightly by several
other rays of searing light... as if she had fell into a giant spider web, and
every movement left her unrelentingly entangled into its sticky threads.
Soon she stopped, feeling that pain and nausea were numbing her mind. She looked
to her captor... the mysterious woman, who now had removed her cape and was
looking at her with a fierce and wild stare: the predator looking at her naked,
beautiful prey.
Her arms raised in a fluid movement, and suddenly her appearance changed... not
as if she transformed her body, but instead like the reflection in a mirror
which abruptly broke, and as the shards of the illusion fell from her, vanishing
into nothingness, her true aspect was revealed: a female being of incredible
beauty, with long limbs and a willowy body, a perfect face, a fairly long neck
and elegance in her every movement... but her skin was scaly, with a strange hue
of green, and her eyes were like those of a venomous snake, deep pools of night
which could mesmerize a man in a soft flash of sweet poison. She radiated evil
as much as beauty, and as she approached to the trapped Amazon, silent and
deadly in her light dress of transparent silk, her forked tongue hissed forward,
probing the air with excitement.
"Oh, joy" she moaned, "oh, what a wonderful day this is! I have waited for so
long... for a powerful being like you... and now you came to me, like a bird
into the hunter's trap! I knew that this moment would come: I waited for the
slow revolutions of the planets to bring you here. But now, seeing you naked and
trapped before me... the extasy is overwhelming!"
"Bring me... here??" gasped Diana, focusing her thoughts, trying to regain some
strength. "I don't know who you are... but are you saying that you influenced
me... that you controlled me, making me come here?"
There was spite into the creature's voice. "You are a being born of legend,
overflowing with magical power... yet you understand so little of magic." She
started moving around the white symbol, looking at every detail of her beautiful
prey, almost caressing Diana's body with her intense stare... her skin, glowing
with beauty; her strong abdomen; her incredible breasts and feminine
buttocks...
"Your mind is so bound to mundane things. Magic transcends causes and
consequences. They mean nothing to it. Magic is about desire, emotion... its
weave extends over time and distance, and beyond them... many, many years ago I
started entwining thread after thread, slowly embroidering my own destiny into
the fabric of existence, knowing that one day, you would come here... just as it
happened!"
"Are you saying that... you have the power... to change the events of the
world??" Fighting the nausea and dizziness, Wonder Woman tried to understand
more about this being and its powers... which, up to now, had been more than
enough to capture her.
"Don't strain your mind, little Amazon." The smile over the creature's face was
definitely not reassuring. "You don't understand many things, and I am not the
one who will teach you. You're here because I wanted you... you are my prey...
you are MINE!"
Her arms raised again, waving in powerful yet elegant gestures, and the Princess
was overwhelmed by a strange force. It tore through her body, like a strong
electric current trying to penetrate deeper and deeper into her, probing even
her mind and soul... Diana bent forward, almost crouching, instinctively
shielding herself with her bracelets... growling to suppress a cry of pain, she
closed her eyes shut and concentrated, fighting the dark spell. She used all her
will, ignoring her limbs aching from the stinging white light of the symbol: she
fought with all her courage, and gradually, she felt that the alien force lost
its power and retreated, going back to its owner.
The snake-woman made a step backwards, staggered and visibly astonished. "You
warded my spell off" she whispered, "not by countering it with another one, but
with your sheer power only... you're even stronger than I expected!" Her eyes
showed a mix of anger and excitement.
"Thanks" panted Wonder Woman, still shaking for the great effort. "And as soon
as I break free of this trap, I'll show you something even more surprising!"
"But you can't break free, little Princess" mocked the creature. "You don't
understand yet, do you? That seal is not keeping your body still... it's binding
your very soul! Every magic creature is powerless once inside it, because its
supernatural essence is sealed by the white light, shackled beyond any hope of
freedom. And how can you move your flesh, if the soul which gives it life is
prisoner?"
The worried Amazon had to agree. It seemed that every effort was futile, that
she was no more than a marionette bound by its same threads: because her limbs
were not answering to her will, as if they were no more there. She decided that
the best thing to do was buying time, trying to discover more about her captor
and to explore the boundaries and limits of this trap. If there were any, of
course.
"Who are you?" she asked to the scaled monster. "And what do you want from
me?"
The snake-woman answered with a bored tone of voice. "Again, mundane questions.
But, for practical reasons, you need a name to call me... as you will be my
faithful servant soon." She smirked. "So, for you I am Mistress Shass'haa, your
only ruler and owner. About what I want from you... it's just about everything,
Princess of Amazons. You will be a priceless warrior for my cause against other
powerful forces in realms you still don't know. Your exceptional magic power
will be a precious source of nourishment for me, and I will extract it from your
body and soul whenever I will see fit. You will know complete submission to me,
as others already did... and I'm about to show what I mean. Tak!"
From a dark little corridor beyond the golden throne, a female figure stepped
slowly forward, and Diana's eyes opened wide in awe as the woman came towards
her. Well over two meters tall, she had a proportioned figure, with long,
slender legs and arms; her whole body was a display of strength... at her every
movement, steel-like muscles and tendons rippled under a very suntanned skin:
yet, she wasn't bulky, but incredibly toned and defined, something that
qualified her as a powerful warrior at the Amazon's expert eyes. Despite her
strength, the woman retained grace and femininity, and her movements were as
harmonious as those of a dancer.
Wonder Woman was impressed by the contrast between the girl's bronzed skin and
the bright white of her short hair, an exotic mixture which would make her stand
out in every context... but soon her admiration turned into sorrow and pity,
noticing the dirt all over her body, the rags which barely covered her chest and
hips, her naked feet covered with dust... and, she saw with anger, the bitter
mark of the whip.
But more than all, the stare in her emerald eyes struck the Princess: there was
no life in them, no sign of emotion or will, no bigger hint of a human heart
than what could be found into the cold stone that surrounded them. Those shards
of green ice shone coldly in a face which resembled that of an angel: sweet and
slightly long, with a tiny nose and fleshy lips, it hinted a young age for the
girl... maybe 25 years, or even less, thought the Amazon.
At first, Diana had thought that the young warrior had been dominated by the
snake-like creature through a spell, like she had already seen some wizards do:
but it would mean that her every action would need guidance from her master,
while she had been perfectly able to go around the golden throne and reach the
hideous monster who had called her forth, without even facing her. Hypnotism was
also improbable, because it would imply a clear and perceivable will, though
bent to another being's wishes. She focused on the girl her gift of affinity
with all creatures, but with a shock, she realized that everything that could be
found into that poor soul was a deep void: a perpetual winter... a cold, hollow
silence...
"Meet Tak" was saying the evil creature. "Like you, she was a fine warrior,
gifted with many talents. A monster hunter, no less: a member of an ancient
order of warrior monks, devoted to slaying any unnatural creature on Earth. I
took her, and I shaped her into what you can see now: a humble servant, an empty
shell with no will of her own. Soon, you will follow her fate, too."
"Monster!" Diana shouted, suddenly struck by the fate of the young girl in front
of her. "What have you done to her?! What happened to her heart? How... could
you do this to a human being?" She strived against her invisible bonds.
"My, my, Tak" sweetly said the scaled abomination. "Looks like the Princess
cares for your condition, even more than for her own. How noble. You see, my
silly heroine, Tak is a very useful instrument to me. She's not a mindless
zombie. Her mind is still alive, and she is capable of fighting as if per her
own will, as well as feeling emotions... fear... and pain. But she has no
ability to decide, no independent thoughts. Her soul was something that I did
not need, and I ripped it from her being. Now I'm going to give you the same
treatment. Here" she gave the servant a small flask "make her drink this potion.
I'm sure that she will find it... soothing."
Without any hindrance, Tak entered the light symbol. She then grasped Diana's
long hair and pulled, forcing her to bend her head backwards. Then, keeping her
mouth open, she took the flask to her lips, and closed her nostrils.
"No! Please, don't... mmmpgh!" Wonder Woman tried to fight, but the other
woman's hands were even stronger than she expected, while she was incredibly
weakened by the seal. Soon she had to breathe, and started to drink. The thick
fluid smelled of strange herbs... she felt heavy and started to lose
consciousness, the world around her suddenly distant and unreal. In the girl's
strong embrace, she closed her eyes and slept deeply.
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End of Chapter 1
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