(Note: Most stories about Wonder Women occur after World War II - after 1940. We're told that her history, though, goes back to the dim reaches of time. So maybe she acquired all her gear and super powers over time. This series of 9 stories relates how she got her costume and powers over time, after several adventures in "Patriarch's World".)
PROLOGUE, 1200 B.C.E. (Before the Christian Era):
Centuries ago, Paradise Island or Themsycira lay in the Black Sea north of Turkey and was the home of a nation of women warriors called Amazons. A host of city-states exist in the seas and lands near Greece and Turkey, all settled or controlled by Greeks.
The Trojan War began a few years earlier when Paris, son of Priam, the King of Troy, kidnapped Helen from Sparta. Her husband, Menelaus, the king, organized a force of Greeks, to be led by his brother Agamemnon, to recapture her and punish Troy. Since Troy was populated by cousins of the Greeks, this was really just another of the many civil wars the Greeks had until Alexander the Great united them many centuries later. Further muddying the waters, the Greek gods were split between the two sides, from the father of the gods Zeus (Troy) and his wife Hera (Greeks) down to Athena, goddess of wisdom (Greeks) and Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty (Troy). Only Ares the god of war was neutral. He didn't care who won as long as they continued battling each other.
The Amazon Queen, Penthesilea, took most of her female warriors to the war in support of her allies, the city-state of Troy. During one of the many skirmishes between the two forces, Theseus captured Antiope, Penthesilea's daughter, and took her back to Greece as his slave. The Amazons left Troy and pursued him, finally launching a suicidal attack on him and his forces at Attica. Both Antiope and her mother died in the fierce fighting.
The surviving Amazons selected Hyppolita as their new queen on their flight back to Paradise Island. After arriving home, she had barely consolidated her rule when a second disaster struck. Hercules had been given twelve tasks or labors to perform, one of which was to capture the girdle of the queen of the Amazons. When he learned of the Amazon's defeat, he saw a chance to seize the girdle and gain many slaves at the same time. He and a force of warriors went to Paradise Island and captured the Amazons, putting them all in wrist manacles tied to a few long chains for transport back to Greece.
Wine flowed that night, in celebration of the bloodless victory. The women and children were safely stowed in ships awaiting transport to Greece. Hippolyta's golden girdle, the symbol of her authority to rule, was in Hercules' hands. All seemed lost to the women. Then the goddess Athena appeared before Hippolyta and freed her, charging her to free her sisters and defeat Hercules. For although Athena supported the Greeks against Troy, most of the Greek goddesses protected and favored the Amazons. There was a titanic struggle between the Amazons and Hercules' men, but (according to the Amazon chronicles) Hippolyta and her women won the fight and Hercules and his men fled the wrath of the women. Athena was pleased with her warriors. She rewarded Hippolyta with a teen-aged daughter, made from clay and as powerful as a man. The child's name was Diana.
Paradise Island:
"Priam still asks for help from us," Hyppolyta tells her councillors. "We have too few warriors left to be of much help. Perhaps we can send one or two champions instead of a large force."
"But highness, though Athena favors us, she sides with the Greeks against Troy. Do we not risk her wrath?"
"We do, but Zeus is on the side of Troy, as are Aphrodite and Apollo. Also, Penthesilea bound us by her oath to help Priam. We are morally committed to helping him, even though his son kidnapped the woman Helen," the queen says. "We must help him somehow. Perhaps we can discharge our obligation to him without angering the goddesses. Hmmm, I know! If we send a small force to help him, he must see our debt to him is paid, since we have so few warriors left. And since our contribution is so small, surely we will not offend Hera or Athena! We shall have a tournament and select the best of our warriors to send to him."
And so her wish is obeyed. There is a contest and finally the best three warriors on the island stand before her. So that the judges will act impartially, all the contestants are hooded. Now Hyppolyta asks each champion to remove her hood. All wear sandals which lace up their calves and a short, white, almost see-through dress, favored of Artemis (goddess of the hunt) for running swiftly through underbrush (and useful when fighting, as well). Like all Amazons, they also wear bracelets on their wrists, to remind them of their enslavement by men. Gifts from Athena, an Amazon will become berserk and fight like a man, without discrimination or justice or mercy, if the bracelets are removed.
"Before you go to Troy, tell us who are our champions?" the queen commands the three hooded women. The first one excelled in archery and when she removes her hood, everyone claps. Mala was a favorite before the contest. The second Amazon excelled in swordplay and when she reveals that she is Xena, few applaud, because Xena has long been viewed as a trouble-maker. Everyone gasps when the third champion, who excelled in all combat arms, removes her hood. It is the 17 year old daughter of Hyppolyta, Diana.
"You cannot go, Diana!" the queen imperiously commands. "You must stay here at my side and learn how to rule."
"Mother, I cannot rule warriors if I have no experience as a warrior," Diana explains, matter-of-factly. "If you hold me back, you show favoritism and block my attempt to learn how to be a true warrior woman."
Two days later, Hyppolyta and the remaining Amazons wave as their three champions head by small boat toward the war at Troy. Mala has been selected to lead the three, due to her age and prior battle experience. Young Xena and younger-still Diana man the sails of their small boat as it pushes off towards Troy.
Outside Troy:
The three Amazons have been in the Trojan camp outside the city for weeks now. The fight still rages on the plains outside the city. At this time, combat is mostly raids by the champions of one side or the other, or single combat by champions. The Greeks are currently in disarray. In a recent raid, the Greeks captured Chryseis, daughter of a priest of the god Apollo, and gave her to Agamemnon as his slave. In revenge, Apollo visited the Greeks with a devastating plague. Agamemnon finally agreed to return the woman, but at the same time demanded Achilles give him his slave, Briseis.
Angered at the war leader's high-handed decision, Achilles withdraws his forces from the battle and sets up a separate camp some ways distant from the main Greek camp. He goes one step further and has his mother, the sea-goddess Thetis, persuade Zeus, king of the gods, to allow the Trojans to win so the Greeks may learn how much they owe to his valor. Zeus agrees, angering his wife, Hera. He sows confusion and fear among the Greeks and only at the last minute does Odysseus (with Athena's help) stop the rout of the Greek forces.
Xena persuades Mala to use the confusion to boldly attack the Greeks. Mala reluctantly agrees to the wild young woman's plan and the three Amazons run through a deep and winding creek bed into the Greek lines late one night. Mala has her bow, Xena her sword, and Diana carries a sling. The creek makes a sharp turn and the women, led by Xena (who said she knew the way to the camp), suddenly find themselves not in the Greek camp, but in Achilles' camp.
Shouting strident war cries, the women proceed to race through Achilles' camp. Mala fires off one arrow after another and each shaft drops a man in his tracks. Xena hacks and slashes on Mala's blind side, protecting the older woman and dropping a score of Greeks. Diana brings up the rear, firing stones at Greeks who threaten the two leading Amazons. Every man she hits collapses on the ground, unconscious. The carnage done by the three women is impressive! The elated warrior women are grinning widely at the fun and success of their "hunt" when Achilles steps out of his tent just as Diana draws abreast of it.
Before Diana can respond to the hero's sudden appearance, he raises his arm and she runs into it. Her neck meets his iron-hard forearm and she drops like a sack of wheat. Mala and Xena are unaware of the princess' problem and complete their run through the camp, safely reaching the brush on the far side of the camp.
Achilles bends down and wraps a meaty hand around several strands of Diana's long black hair. He lifts the young girl into the air, letting her hang with her sandals a few inches above the ground. "And who might you be, little hellion?" the man asks, laughing at the pitiful little girl playing at soldier.
"I am Princess Diana of Themyscira, an Amazon warrior, and ... and ... and you'd better let me go now or our army will destroy you!" she replies defiantly.
"Well, Princess Diana of Themyscira, you are now my slave!" the warlord says, laughing. "I see you already have manacles on your wrists. We shall chain them together until you learn your place. You there, guard! Take her away, strip her, and beat her - twenty lashes should take the fight out of her!"
The young princess yells and curses Achilles as the guard drags her by her hair back through the camp. Men who saw their friends cut down by this woman or her companions now take their revenge on her. As she flops in the dirt behind the guard, Achilles' soldiers kick at her, hit her with clubs or even cut her body with knives and swords. By the time she reaches the far end of the camp, Diana is barely conscious from the beatings and loss of blood. She is hoisted into the air and chained by her wrists to the cross-piece on a post. The guard rips off her short, filmy, white dress and proceeds to lay twenty lashes on her pristine back.
"OOhhhh ...
Some hours later, as dawn hints at its return, the young princess regains consciousness and a cool breeze soothes her burning back. Suddenly she feels her skin tingling. She feels stronger! Diana turns her head to see a glowing white light behind her. "Goddess?" she manages to ask through dry, cracked lips.
"Hush, Diana, and let me mend your wounds," the light says. "I cannot have a beautiful woman like you go through life scarred. You'll feel better in a moment." True to her words, Diana feels better as the terrible gashes on her back vanish. The knife and club wounds she received from the Greeks also fade away from her alabaster skin.
"Who ... how?" she stammers as the light begins to fade. "Who do I thank for this boon?"
"Mighty Aphrodite!"
"We have to go back for her!" Mala snarls at Xena. "She is Hyppolyta's daughter. We can't just leave her there! She might be hurt, or might become their slave!"
"Ahh, the little girl is already dead," Xena replies harshly. "The Greeks probably had her as their toy the moment they captured her, and killed her when they finished. We'd just be putting ourselves in jeopardy if we went back. Besides, I think we maybe went to the wrong camp. I'm not too sure. I thought I saw Achilles there and he supposedly left the Greeks. He's a vicious bastard. Yep, her goose is cooked."
"We will return to his camp tonight and free her, Xena, or Hyppolyta will have both our hides for abandoning her child. The child was a gift from Athena!" Mala is beside herself with anger but eventually calms herself.
"Yeah, well, whatever," the tall, black-haired warrior woman replies, slipping into her blankets to catch some sleep. After Mala also goes to bed, Xena thinks, "Silly little bitch shoulda stayed home. Campaigning is no place for naive young women. We waste too much time worrying about them and their skills don't help us in combat! Last time I'll ever go into harms way with an untrained little girl!"
"I swear I gave her twenty lashes, my lord," Achilles' soldier says, grovelling at the feet of the warlord. Beside him Diana stands, arms and legs tightly bound. Her back is as white and clear as when she was born. She bears no sign of the previous night. Diana has on only her sandals and her bracelets. Her proud young breasts stand at attention, the nubbins at the tips soft and supple and half-sunken into her tender breast flesh. To stop her screaming, a rag covers her mouth.
"I believe you, guard," the man says. "Not the first time one of the gods has intervened in this war, won't be the last. Cut the leather cords on her legs and toss her into my bed."
Diana tries to protest but her muffled grunts are mostly ignored by Achilles and his guard. After she lands on the bed on her back, she tries to rise off the bed but the warlord leaps into bed, pinning her to it. "Now, girl, if I remove the rag from your mouth, will you be quiet?" After she nods 'yes', he removes the rag and she looks up at him like the child she is. "Tell me, Diana of Themyscira, how large is your army which, by the way, has failed to come to rescue you?" he asks slyly.
Diana thinks for a moment, then blurts out, "There are hundreds of Amazons in Priam's camp. Plus thousands of men with his sons Hector and Paris. They will be here as soon as they get organized!"
"I'm sure they will, but until then, let's have some wine and some fun, shall we?" he says, lifting her up onto her elbows as he sits beside her. He places one hand behind her head to hold her still, then places a goblet of wine at her lips. As the pungent beverage begins to flow into her, she sputters and spits. "Come now, drink it all!" Achilles says, forcing more of the wine into the Amazon. When she finishes the first glass, he refills it and pours the second goblet into her mouth. She kicks at him with all her strength but it has no effect. Achilles was born of a goddess - he is invulnerable. Well, almost invulnerable. But his heel is not near her flailing feet.
Seconds later, the wine hits her full force. Her eyes begin to have trouble focusing and her head bobbles on her neck. Achilles leans into the woman and brusquely kisses her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She tries to resist - for some reason. She's not sure but this somehow doesn't seem right. She thinks she shouldn't be doing this. Suddenly her eyes widen as his calloused hand envelops one of her tight round breasts. "MMPPGGHHHH!!" she grunts around his probing tongue and begins squirming to get away from this pawing man. As he cups and squeezes the mound, the soft and half-hidden tip suddenly begins to poke out. It hardens under his caresses and her eyes widen at what he's doing to her body. When he leans forward and nibbles the blood-engorged nubbin, Diana squeals at the unwanted pleasurable feelings and struggles to get away from him, confused about her new feelings.
Achilles is a veteran campaigner. He's conquered more women than he can count. He runs his hands across her virginal young body, softly touching her ribs, her inner thighs, behind the knees, and in other places. Each touch brings more pleasure to the young woman. Her moans increase as he plays her body like a harp.
"Let me see if you've been a good little princess," Achilles says a few moments later, sliding his hand down across her belly and entwining his fingers in the black patch of hair in her crotch. Her shaking and moaning increases as his middle finger slips between her legs and begins to softly caress her nether lips. She bucks and struggles fiercely but he easily holds her on the bed with one hand. She may have the strength of a man, but his strength is far greater!
"MMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!" she screams around his mouth. This only increases Achilles' arousal - he loves to watch his prey squirm. His fingers slip free of her bush and now his entire hand works on her nether lips, dipping between them, sliding down their full length, even poking into them toward her virginal hole.
"Hmmm. Tight. I might even say you are still a virgin! This will be a sweet treat to enjoy, my little princess," he taunts her, as he suddenly uses one finger to play with her clitoris. Diana has NEVER been touched there, not even by herself. She has no defense to his touch. Her eyes grow wide and suddenly he feels her nubile young body shaking in his arms. Some unknown energy seems to flow from the tip of his finger through her bud and thence throughout her body. She shudders at his touch. Sweat floods her brow and her moans become more erotic as he runs his rough finger in circles around her clit.
When he suddenly presses it against the bone behind it, she moans, "Ooooooohhhhhh ... mmyyy ... goddddddsssss, yesssssss!" as waves of pleasure sweep through her body. Her head falls forward and a trickle of drool slips from the side of her mouth. Her mother protected her back on the island. She never had a lover, male or female. Now her young body is being overwhelmed by the amazing joys of a lover's touch. Achilles' long years of experience are teaching her about her body the way no lover her own age could teach her.
Satisfied that the girl is ready, the warlord lies her on her back and gets on his knees between her thighs. Such lovely white thighs they are! He uses one hand to stroke her taut belly and firm round breasts as his other hand guides his member toward her nether region. After positioning himself, he RAMS forward, bursting her hymen and entering her. Diana mewls like a sheep from the short, sharp pain, but the sudden feeling of Achilles' large tool inside her makes her moan and writhe in delight. Like a trained hust, her legs rise up and wrap around his waist, holding him close to her even as he begins raping her in a series of long, slow strokes.
Slowly at first, then with increasing vigor, Achilles plunges his tool into the
young warrior woman, making her body shake and sweat and gasp from intense
pleasure. She quickly explodes from her first orgasm just as the soft skin above
his tool hammers her clit. "AAAAIIIIEEEEEEE ... NNOOOOOO
Again and again the tall man rams into Diana, causing her 2d, 3d, 4th and more orgasms. Her arms and head flop uselessly as his violent assault numbs her mind and senses. All she feels, all she knows is the methodical pounding of his man-meat inside her tight love canal. Her breath comes in ragged gasps between orgasms and she's tottering on the verge of collapse when a bright light seems to fill the tent.
Achilles immediately stops raping the girl and withdraws from her, dribbling her juices on her thighs. He quickly wraps a cloth around his waist and grabs one of the many swords on the floor of the tent as the white light slowly resolves into a tall, black-haired male, dressed fully in studded black leather and carrying a long sword over one shoulder.
"My Lord Ares!" Achilles gasps, recognizing the god of war. "I am honored by your visit!"
"Yeah, yeah, thanks and all that," the god replies, grabbing a glass of wine. "Having some fun with the locals, I see," he says, waving a hand at Diana as he drops onto a chair. "Looks tasty."
"Just a foolish child who would play at war. One of those troublesome Amazons, Lord Ares. I captured her last night and was just sampling her favors."
"Amazon, eh? Hmmm, I might like a turn with her, myself. Anything to put that bitch Aphrodite in her place. She's always bleating about the power of her beloved Amazons. As if women could ever fight better than men! If I didn't dislike sloppy seconds so much I'd ..."
"Why are you here my lord? Do you require my services?"
"What? Humm, yes, uh, I'm here to ask you to not rejoin Agamemnon's camp. He needs your forces to defeat the Trojans. Last thing I want to see is an end to this war. When Agamemnon offers to return your slave Briseis if you rejoin him, ignore him. Trust me, no good will come of your rejoining the Greek army!"
"Thank you for you wise counsel, Lord Ares," Achilles says. Inside, he yearns for the return of his slave Briseis. She was his favorite bed-warmer. But he cannot refuse Ares. "Please do what you will with this child, my Lord," he says, waving a hand at the unconscious Diana of Themyscira.
Ares waves a hand at the girl and suddenly the cum and blood between her thighs vanishes. Once again she is a virgin. "I'm going to enjoy this," the god gloats as he lowers his leather leggings and kneels on the bed between the girl's legs.
"Have a care, my Lord Ares!" Achilles warns. "I believe some god, possibly Aprhrodite herself, is interested in this child. She was whipped and beaten last night but this morning her body was free of scars."
"If my sister is interested in this one, then entering her will be a sublime pleasure. Oh how I will gloat when I next meet Aphrodite!" the god of war gloats. He spreads her legs wide to accomodate his body and leans down to lick each of her breasts. Diana shudders, wide-eyed, at the imposing god looming over her body.
"Please ... please Lord Ares, don't do this," she begs. Ares just smiles at her and uses his fingers to spread her nether lips.
Suddenly someone outside the tent shouts for Ares. "Damn! Who even knows I'm in here!" the war god says, rising off the bed. He pulls up his leggings just seconds before a small man with an impossibly-huge head waddles into the tent.
"Deception! What brings you here! You're supposed to be sowing disorder in the Trojan camp. Get your scrawny ass back to work!" the war god thunders.
"No time for that, my lord," the disgusting little creature says, dropping to one knee. "An armistice has been signed. Hector has just challenged Menelaus to a duel for Helen! They will begin fighting in a few moments."
"Damn, Achilles, I can't dawdle here any longer," Ares says, buckling his sword onto his belt. "I sense the subtle hand of Aprhrodite at work. My sister is far too fond of her Trojans.
"Keep that little Amazon bitch for me. I'll be back later for a taste of her. I have to see some men about a war." With that said, Ares and the Duke of Deception flare into a bright light and disappear from the tent. And before Achilles can do anything to Diana, so newly restored to virginhood, he too is called from the tent on camp matters.
"Ohhh, Hera help me, I ache so much," the young woman sighs when she regains consciousness some time after dark, "and I feel so ... so dirty!". Every bone in her body seems to scream for attention, but with her arms still bound behind her back by thick leather strips, she can't even rise off the bed. And nothing can cleanse her mind after her rape by Achilles. She knows she couldn't stop him, especially with her arms tied, but she still feels unclean, less than a woman now. At least Ares removed the seed of Achilles from inside and outside her body. Still, she sobs softly for several minutes over her disgrace until anger flares within her.
"Damn him!" she swears. "He took something precious from me and I'll kill him for doing that!" Then her rage subsides when she realizes that if she kills him, she's not much better than he is. She thinks to herself, "There must be a better way than death and destruction. I must find another way, a better way, than a man's way!"
She's still too weak and sore to rise up without using her hands. As she rocks on the bed, she suddenly falls over the edge and lands on the floor. There, amid the animal skins covering the dirt, she feels the edge of a sword. "Thank you, Hera!" she says, sliding her wrists against the blade.
Moments later, the princess rises slowly to her feet, rubbing her arms to get circulation back in them. She can see the outline of a guard outside the tent, silhouetted by a campfire. With the door blocked, the lithe young girl picks up the sword and carefully cuts a hole in the back of the tent. She slips through the opening and begins to run toward the deep creek bed which brought her to this camp. The woman races along the creek bed, leaping over rocks and ducking under tree branches as she tries to distance herself from Achilles' camp.
Soon after sunrise, the girl stops and climbs up one side of the creek bed to see where she's at. She can see the city of Troy in the distance, perched on a hilltop. There on her left is the main Greek camp, and on the right are Priam's forces. She must have taken a wrong turn during the night! She is still many miles away from her friends and not very far from Achilles' camp.
Diana suddenly starts at a sound around a bend in the creek bed. Dropping down to crouch at the the water's edge, she readies her sword, then breaks into a broad smile at the sight of Mala and Xena. "Hola, sisters!" she cries gleefully.
"Hola," Mala replies, hugging the almost-naked brunette. "You look none the worse for wear. Were you treated well as Achilles' guest?"
A frown crosses Diana's face. "Not only did he do evil things to me, he was going to give me to Ares as a plaything!" She breathlessly describes Achilles' rape and the war god's plans to "have her" later.
"I think we should leave this accursed place," Xena says. "We tried to support Priam, we raided Achilles' camp, but we are too few to help his army or to defeat the Greek multitude. Now Diana says that the gods themselves have taken note of her presence here. I, for one, do not want to be on a battlefield with someone who attracts the attentions of the gods! No good can come of that! Let's leave this war to the men."
Wary of some trap on Xena's part, Mala agrees, saying, "You're right, Xena. We can't be useful here any longer. We'll return to Paradise Island this very day."
"Uh, Mala, I didn't mean we should go home," Xena says slyly. "I think that, with the Greek men here, we can do quite well raiding their homes. I suggest we head west, build an army, and take over one of the city-states."
Mala and Xena argue over this course of action, leaving Diana to post guard on the wall of the ditch. As the sun sets, the argument finally ends. Diana slides down the side of the creek to the floor below. "Xena is leaving us tonight," Mala declares. "She doesn't want to join us on our trip back to Paradise Island."
"What? But ... but she MUST!" Diana gasps.
"Sorry, kid, but I guess I'm just not cut out to hide out on our island. I've tasted too many delights in Patriarch's World. I want a slice of it for me!" Xena says, standing haughtily with her hands on her hips. With that said, she turns and slips away down the creek away from the two women.
Later that day, the two women break their small camp to begin the long journey back to Paradise Island. Suddenly a blinding white light forms and coalesces into the shape of an incredibly beautiful redhead. "Goddess!" Diana gasps and drops to her knees. Mala quickly follows her.
"I am Hera, wife of Zeus," the redhead says in a soft, erotic voice. "I was displeased to see my warrior women aiding Priam, whose son Paris stole fair Helen from her home, but you have acquitted yourselves honorably. I will not punish you. However, you have raised the wrath of the Greeks, and some on Mount Olympus will help them wreak vengence upon you.
"You must tell Hyppolyta that the Amazons are no longer safe 'beyond the land of man' on Themyscira," Hera says. "You must all flee west and find a new, safe Paradise Island on which to settle. And be safe, little daughters." With that, the wife of Zeus fades away and silence and darkness fill the small campground.
Handling their small boat will mean more work for both women but they have been ordered by Hera to start the Amazons to a new home. They must succeed! As they push away from the Turkish shore and head north toward the Bosphoros and the Black Sea, they can see the lights of Troy and the two sides' military camps. "I hope Xena will do well in Patriarch's World," Diana sighs.
"She'll do whatever she wants, and pay the consequences later, Diana. Now, cease your prattle and raise the sail!"
Epilogue:
Mala and Diana returned to Paradise Island within a few weeks after leaving the battleground at Troy. They immediately convinced Hyppolita that they were visited by Hera and conveyed the goddess' message to their queen. Within a week the Amazons were dismantling their homes on Paradise Island and constructing ships for their voyage. Within two months after Hera's command, the entire community, several hundred women and a few young children, embarked and left the island. The little fleet safely passed through the Bosphoros Straits into the Aegean, then through that sea and into the larger Mediterranean.
From time to time sails were sighted on the horizon, but the Amazons somehow avoided detection and continued to flee the Greek basin around the Aegean. The women slowly began to realize that their food and water supplies never seemed to run out. Male children sickened and died while female children flourished. At first, fear gripped the women, then they realized these were more 'gifts' from their goddesses. The Amazons began to increase their devotions to their goddesses until prayers were made on a daily basis to Hera, Athena, Artemis, Aphrodite, and Demeter.
After years of wandering, the women finally settled on an island off the African coast west of Sicily. During their trip, the women saw that only their children seemed to age. And although the children matured, they seemed to stop aging some time after their 25th birthday. Far from the wrath of the Greeks, the Amazons on their new Paradise Island settled down and disappeared from history as their patron goddesses magically obscured them from man.
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