(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 is part of a series of 9 stories relates how she got her costume and powers over time, after several adventures in "Patriarch's World".)
PROLOGUE, 883 C.E. (Christian Era):
After the fall of the Roman Empire in the late Fifth Century, C.E., Europe plunged into a Dark Age in which small kingdoms were constantly at war with each other. Conflict was futile because the kingdoms or tribes were so small that they lacked the men to build large empires. Protecting their own kingdom or tribe was often a challenge. Christianity tried to end the wars by preaching peace, but then the Church began to fracture into splinter groups with different interpretations of dogma. The spread of Christianity, in any event, wasn't strong enough to suppress 'pagan' religions on the fringe areas of Europe. At least the climate was getting warmer. Summers lasted longer and crops flourished. People started earning enough or growing enough to have surpluses for trade, such as grains traded by Englishmen to Norsemen for their wood and wool.
Then the Norsemen realized that they had the ships and the warriors to TAKE what they wanted, rather than trade for it. The Norsemen at the top of Europe saw rich churches and kingdoms to their south, ripe for the plucking. Their longboats, powered by sail and oars, with a mythical beast prominently displayed on the bow, made the 'dragon ships' the scourge of Western Europe. Viking kingdoms were established from Greenland in the west to Kiev in the land of the Rus, and raiding parties ranged from North America to Africa to the Middle East.
By the late 700s, Viking outposts were established in England, Scotland, and Ireland. In England, desultory raiding occurred in the late 8th century but began more earnestly in 865, when a force led by the sons of Ragnar Lodbrok - Healfdene, Inwaer, and perhaps Hubba - conquered the ancient kingdoms of East Anglia and Northumbria and reduced Mercia to a fraction of its former size. The Norsemen were unable to subdue the Wessex of Alfred the Great, with whom in 878 a truce was made. His small part of England was one of the last areas not under the thumb of the raiding Norsemen. Nonetheless, anyone living near a coastline said prayers at bedtime, asking their god(s) that the Vikings didn't come that night.
Paradise Island:
The home of the Amazons has not seen any visitors for a long time. Rocks, conflicting currents and powerful tidal races make any approach to the island by ship a risky proposition. Swimmers are discouraged by schools of sharks which prowl the waters around the island. But the same factors which keep 'visitors' away from Themyscira also keep the Amazons prisoners on their own island.
The immortal Amazons use their isolation to expand their physical, intellectual and spiritual realms. They make new advances in the arts and sciences far ahead of those elsewhere in the world. They develop a belief in the sanctity of life - that all life is precious (especially human life). They try to live in harmony with the earth. And they practice the arts of a warrior.
Princess Diana uses her time wisely, instructing her sister Amazons in combat and telling what she has seen during her trips to Patriarch's World (the lands outside Themyscira). She also experiments with the gifts given to her by the goddesses: her amazing red and gold dress from Hera which changes shape according to what she can imagine; a red and gold cloak from Artemis which also seems to change to anything her mind can imagine; and her golden girdle, which enhances her powers and abilities away from Themyscira. She discovers, for example, that she can wear her cloak over any other clothing and if she spins and imagines it, the cloak will disappear. Another spin and it will reappear. It can change colors and shapes, too. Her dress has the same ability to change color and shape, and Diana and her sisters spend hours playfully 'designing' different shapes and colors for the magical dress.
Diana is surprised to learn that she can have the dress completely cover her body. One time she makes it form a blue bodysuit and hood that covers her completely, except her face, and accentuates her gorgeous 40C-28-34 figure. Another time she shrinks it down to just a short, diaphanous skirt. She no longer needs her sandals - the magic dress can change shape and give her sandals, slippers, even boots, regardless of whether the magic dress touches her footwear.
One day, Diana entertains her companions by creating different costumes for her to wear when in Patriarch's World. She spins and, after a bright flash of light, appears in a red bodysuit with a hood that covers all of her head except for two slits for her to see through. The surface of the bodysuit is covered in designs that look like the webs of a spider. "Arachnae helped create my costume," she tells the Amazons watching her, "so I made this costume to honor the Mother of All Spiders."(1)
"Oh, Diana, who'd be crazy enough to go out looking like a big red spiderweb!?" Drusilla hoots derisively.
Diana stares at her adopted sister, half in anger, then spins again, turning her special garment into a short red and gold dress, her red and golden cloak, and red and white knee-high boots created from her dress. Her weapons, a sheathed sword and a bow and quivver of arrows hang on her back, their leather straps criss-crossing between her breasts, sharply defining them as the large mounds they are. The dress barely covers her large breasts and extends down to just below her crotch. "What do you think of this outfit, then?" she asks her friends, laughing.
"Sinful!" "Daring!" "Beautiful!" the Amazons reply, also laughing.
"I designed this for travel and combat," the princess explains. "The short skirt makes it easier to run and fight, and the boots are more secure on my feet, and will make better weapons than my sandals."
"Maybe so, but when you jump your skirt flies up and shows your ... uh, your honeypot!" Princess Drusilla says, laughing.
"Very good work on your gifts, Princess Diana," a voice says as a blinding bright white appears, revealing the forms of Athena and Aphrodite, two Olympian goddesses who have long been staunch supporters of the Amazons. "You may need all your wits and skills if you choose to help some friends of ours," Aphrodite says, smiling at the princess and her friends. Aphrodite, the Olympian goddess of love, beauty and fertility is also a protector of sailors. She stands only 5'8" tall and has long, golden yellow hair. Like many other goddesses, she wears the long gown of old Greece.
"Can the queen spare you for a short time?" Athena asks. She is the Greek goddess of wisdom and warriors. She is a tall and mature brunette, also clad in a long, flowing white gown. Beside the two goddesses, barely visible, is what looks like a glass chariot, without the horses.
"I'm sure Mother would encourage me to help you after all you have given me ... us!" Diana gushes, kneeling before her goddesses, as do her companions. Athena bids them all to rise, then takes Diana's hand and she and Aphrodite lead her toward the shimmering and barely visible chariot.
"This was made by our beloved Hephaestus for Hermes, but the haughty 'Messenger of the Gods' disdained this chariot - said he preferred his winged sandals to riding around in a clunky old cart!" Aphrodite snorts. "As if!"
"... As if anyone would refuse something crafted with love and skill by Hephaestus," Athena says, completing Aphrodite's thought as she places a calming hand on her shoulder. "This is similar to your dress, Diana, in that your mere thought can change the shape of the chariot. You can change it into a boat to travel the seas, or a sled to cross fields of snow, for example, should the need arise."
"Your gift, from you and Hephaestus, is most welcome, Goddess, but we have no horses here on Themyscira!" Diana says, eyes cast downward. "Perhaps I can persuade some of my sisters to pull it ..."
Aphrodite laughs, a sound like tinkling glass chimes, then says, "Silly girl! This chariot NEEDS no horses! Just imagine it flying across the skies and it will! If you are not near it, wish for it to appear and it will come to you, from whereever it is! If you imagine it to be a boat, it will transform to one that will race across the highest seas! Know you not that dear Hephaestus can make marvelous toys? He is just so clever!"
"Climb in, Diana, and try it!" Athena orders, helping the Amazon by holding one hand as the woman gingerly steps into the glass chariot. As her red boot touches the floor of the chariot, it begins to hum and shimmer. By the time both boots are on the floor of the chariot, it seems like a dog waiting to be released to pursue its quarry - it seems to strain to go somewhere, ANYwhere!
"If you wish no one to see you, you can sit in the chariot and imagine yourself invisible, and no one will see you. Otherwise, from a distance, you will seem to be floating through the air in whatever position you use to ride the chariot," Athena explains. Diana sits and imagines herself invisible and, to the other Amazons she seems to disappear. The chariot also becomes all but invisible. A second later, Diana stands up and although the top half of her body is visible, it shimmers as if it is a desert mirage.
"Let's see it fly!" Drusilla, Diana's adopted sister yells, clapping her hands. Nodding at her friend and companion, Diana furrows her brow and the chariot suddenly leaps off the ground and soars almost straight upward. Diana grimly holds onto the reins (which are linked to the chariot's tongue, since there are no horses) for dear life. She looks down through the floor of the chariot and can barely spot her home island among other dots on the sea.
"Gulp!" she says, unused to being to so high above the earth. She thinks "Down" and the cart suddenly plunges downward as if falling. With uncanny presence of mind, Diana manages to think about the chariot descending slowly, turning in great circles toward Themyscira. The craft immediately echoes her thoughts and begins a leisurely descent toward the island. By the time she reaches the field near the goddesses and her friends, maneuvering the miraculous chariot is as easy as walking for her.
"Hola, Princess!" Athena shouts and she and the others clap at Diana's landing. The Amazon princess has a wide grin on her face as she alights from the craft and steps lively toward the others. "Now, think about it waiting for you fifteen feet above your head at all times!" Athena says. Diana thinks for a moment and the barely-visible chariot slowly rises off the ground and floats to a point over the Amazon's head.
"Will it fall if I stop thinking about it?" Diana asks, sheepishly.
"It will, unless you imagine it staying there, waiting for your next command to it," Aphrodite says.
Diana nods her head and then looks at the goddesses. At their command, she walks over to her friends and the chariot overhead follows her. "You can always command the chariot to wait for you someplace else, such as back here on Themyscira. It won't move for anyone but you, Diana. It will come to you in a heartbeat if you command it to do so."
"Thank you, and thank great Hephaestus, for this gift!" Princess Diana says, again kneeling before her goddesses. "What can I do for you in return?"
The goddesses are uncharacteristically silent for several moments. "There is a great clash of peoples occuring in Patriarch's World," Athena explains. "Barbarian hordes from the north are terrorizing the lands to their south. While we care little for the fate of the Christians, there are peoples on the edges of the Christian lands who still worship goddesses of love, beauty, wisdom and the earth - in other words, us. The greatest threat to these peoples is on an isle a few hundred stadia north of here. The locals call it the Isle of Man. A fleet of Norsemen, who also pray to several gods, are approaching the isle even as we speak. We would like you to stop them from taking this island and killing its inhabitants, Diana. Can you do this?"
"And try to avoid too much bloodshed," Aphrodite warns. "The Norsemen are sailors and so are dear to me, even though they worship other gods."
Diana thinks for a moment, aware that her answer may be critical. She smiles at the goddess and says, "I would love to try to help those people protect their lives and homes, Great Athena! And of course I will avoid killing anyone, Great Aphrodite. We here on Paradise Island hold all life sacred!" She looks up at the chariot and it slowly lands beside her and her goddesses. "Can I take anyone else with me?"
"We would rather not have the locals know about the Amazons and Themyscira, Diana, so we would prefer that you go alone. Do not reveal from whence you came. You will need all of your wisdom and skill to stop an invasion," Athena says.
"But if your powers are not enough to stop them, you must return here, Diana," Aphrodite says sternly. "You are precious to us all and we cannot permit you to die in a quest, even one as noble as this."
"And we cannot help you more than with our blessings and our gifts, Princess," Athena adds.
"With your gifts, you should be a real wonder of a woman, Diana," Aphrodite says brightly.
Mala laughs and says, "All bow to Diana, Princess of Themyscira and a Wonder Woman for Patriarch's World!" Several of the other Amazon women join her laughter and melodramatically bow toward Diana, who frowns at them, making them stop.
"Well, since I see you're wearing all of our gifts, Diana, perhaps you should leave now, since time is of the essence?" Athena says sternly.
"Of course, Great Athena!" Diana says. Without further hesitation, she leaps into her 'invisible' chariot and the small cart lifts off the solid green turf of Themyscira and swings northward.
"Odin himself has blessed us with calm seas!" Sven Thørgaard says to his chieftain, Olaf Magnussen. "We must sacrifice many blota to Odin and the other gods after we set up our camp on the island ahead of us!"
"The more animals we sacrifice, the greater the glory to Odin!" Olaf replies, grunting loudly. "FOR ODINNNN!!" he roars as the oarsmen on the longboat maintain a steady pace for the ship as it cuts through the Irish Sea toward the Isle of Man. Beside and behind the ship are eleven more of the long ships, each with forty plus men on board, plus their supplies. The men not rowing begin to sharpen their blades, be they swords or axes or spears, in preparation for war.
"We will conquer this island and raid the nearby lands, thanks to Odin's help," Magnussen grunts, smiling grimly ahead at the smudge of land on the horizon.
Diana's invisible chariot descends toward the unusually-placid waters of the Irish Sea toward the Isle of Man. Her keen vision spots the wakes of multiple ships far ahead, approaching the western side of the island. Deciding that they may make landfall there by sunset, she drops toward the small islet off the middle of the west side of the Isle of Man, a place called St. Patrick's Isle after the Irish missionary who tried to convert the Manxmen so long ago.
As she nears the ground, Diana spots a crude, small fort on the top of the islet, protecting the broad harbor nearby. She sees half a dozen men sitting lazily around a fire, not manning a lookout for danger. "Such foolish men!" she huffs in disgust. Her chariot glides eastward toward a mountain behind the harbor and as it stops over the top of the mountain, she looks back and can barely make out the first of the longships entering the harbor. "I think the best way to stop them is to scare them away from here." She then leaps off the chariot and drops fifty feet down to the mountain, using her great strength and invulnerability to cushion her landing. "I wonder if I should appear as a ghost or avenging goddess - who are their goddesses, I wonder?"
"You don't look like one of the locals," a soft feminine voice behind Diana says. "What are you doing on my home?"
Diana spins around (her cloak flying out from her body like a red cape) and sees a tall, transparent woman, a brunette, so utterly, impossibly beautiful and sexy that Diana's vagina inexplicably begins to moisten. Her voice is positively angelic, like one of the Sirens that tempted Odysseus' crew. This creature wears a diaphanous golden gown that flutters, like her hair, in some unseen breeze. She hovers a few feet off the ground and uphill from the Amazon.
"I am the faery known to Manxmen as Lhiannan Shee, and only those with the soul of a poet or artist can see me," the vision replies. "No one who sees me can resist me! To all who see me, they can do aught but worship and serve me. All eventually fall in love with me and write poems or draw masterpieces to sing my praises and to please me. Who are you and how is it that you are not in thrall to me?"
Diana smiles at the faery and does not draw her weapons.
There are no gods and goddesses. There are beings who USE some form of magic, and those who ARE magical and unaware of how (or even that) they use it. Magic users range from witches and warlocks (low level) to users who are so powerful that they seem like gods and goddesses. Magical beings - faeries, mythical beasts, and Diana of Themyscira, are the Naturals - literally beings and creatures who often are unaware that their powers come from the magic that is inside them or lets them exist.
Magic users attack each other using some kind of magic. Naturals usually attack with their physical strength or an inherent weapon (such as the Sirens' power to cloud men's minds), not with chants or charms. Their brute power, which springs from magical sources, can be quite formidable, though. So Diana (a Natural) sees Lhiannan (another Natural) not just as a ghostly apparition but also as a woman floating a foot off the ground. Lhiannan's magical powers of seduction have no affect on Naturals, only on humans or magic users. Diana thus does not 'see' the faery as a threat and hopes that she can get this woman to help her!
She identifies herself and then points at the many ships floating into the harbor below. Even from this distance, the sounds of chanting men can be heard. "I've come to stop those men from ravaging this island and hurting the people who live here," Diana explains, smiling at the wispy creature. "I'm sure the people here would welcome your help, if you can offer any."
The faery seems to bristle at Diana's attitude, but then settles down and says, "I will not have a stranger tell me how to act, woman. But you're right, the people here and this place ARE worth defending. Not just I, but a 'wee' friend or two of mine may help you as well. What can I do to help thee, Princess?"
"Let me see what I can learn about these men and their intentions before we do anything," the princess says, smiling at the wraith. "I'll come back up here in a few hours. Where will you be?"
"Whenever you need me, you need but call and I'll appear," the faery says, slowly fading away into the woods behind her.
As the sun sets out at sea to the west, Diana begins to run downhill toward the small settlement facing the harbor. When she reaches clear spots on the hillside, she can see houses burning and the invaders swarming through the village and over the walls of the fort on the small offshore St. Patrick's Isle. "Hera help me find a way to aid these people!" Diana prays as she nears the edge of the village.
Darkness is almost total here at sea level. From some thirty yards outside the edge of the settlement, Diana can see tall, muscular men, most with long beards, all dressed in some combination of armor and leather, carrying weapons, and running through the village, bellowing at the tops of their lungs. Most of their oaths are to "Odin" or "Thor". When the villagers are assembled along the shore of the settlement and forced to kneel and face a huge bonfire on the beach, Diana slips closer to the action. From a deep shadow beside a villager's rude home, Diana watches the raiders toss live animals - sheep, goats, and even a calf, onto the bonfire.
She hunkers down behind a low stone wall and pulls her cloak tightly around her body, trying to hide herself from prying eyes. She watches the invaders crack open several kegs and drink from them. It's obviously a potent alcoholic brew given their behavior. The few villagers are still sitting in a cluster on the beach, guarded by drunken and heavily armed men.
Her gift of tongues allows Diana to understand the men. Most of it is typical male boasting and chest beating, but there are some references to future raids being launched from this harbor. She also hears several men discussing the worshipping of their gods. As they argue about how to pay proper respect to their gods, she learns of Odin, the All-Father, a god of the mysterious realms of wisdom, cunning, sorcery, and death and literal father to all the other Norse gods; the mighty Thor, a simple-hearted and single-minded warrior whose lusty appetites could be understood and appreciated by the common man, is the god of the warriors; Loki, the trickster, the most unpredictable and certainly the most dangerous god, maneuvers people (and other gods) into a corner until they need his help to escape, and that help comes at a heavy price; Frigg, the All-Mother of the Norse gods and Odin's wife and the earth-goddess; and finally, Freyja, goddess of sex, battle, and pleasure is the most beautiful and desirable of warrior women, the sister of the male fertility god Freyr. Freyja has an unusual parity with Odin, for they divide the heroic dead amongst themselves. Half go to live eternally in Odin's hall, and half in Freyja's hall Sessrumnir - and the goddess gets first pick!
"YOU!! What in Thor's name are you doing here!" a man near Diana says in a loud and slurred voice. She turns her head and sees a man covered with armor and animal skins, with a horned helmet on his head and a giant axe in his hand not three feet away. "All of you villagers are supposed to be ... down there," he adds, waving his weapon in the general direction of the beach. He takes a step closer to Diana and raises his huge axe over his head with one hand and looks like he plans to bring it down on the woman's unprotected head. Diana starts to rise and stumbles when she gets tangled in her cloak. As she drops to one knee before the man, her left arm still pinned inside the cloak, she raises her right arm in time to grab the axe near its head and stop the man's powerful attack.
"Great Thunder!" the man roars as this small woman, well, she looks small down on her knees, stops his axe with one slender hand. He tries to wrench his axe free from her hand but her grip reminds him of the time he buried his axe into a tree and had to get help to pull it loose. "Release my axe, wench, or I'll cleave you in two!" the man says, now using both hands to try to free his axe. His resolve weakens when the slender woman slowly rises to her feet, still holding onto the axe with just one hand. She smiles at him and melts his heart with her beauty, and this terrorizes him more. She cannot be human, to stop the powerful attack with his axe, and then to hold onto it despite his efforts to free it. With a slight flick of her wrist, she easily disarms the stunned man and tosses his axe over her shoulder as if were a small piece of wood.
"Are ... are you Freyja?" he asks in a quavering voice. The man seems to be dumbfounded by Diana. She's far too attractive to be a witch. Therefore she must be a goddess and the most beautiful goddess he can imagine is Freyja.
The Amazon princess thinks quickly, then replies, "Do you believe a normal woman could disarm you so easily?"
The man looks at her for a moment before shaking his head from side to side. "Take me to your leader," the woman commands. "I would talk with those who came here with you." The Norseman turns and begins to walk toward the beach and the bonfire there. Moments later, he approaches the fire and some of the more sober Vikings rise to their feet at the sight of the man and the woman in the strange garb.
"Brothers!" the man bellows, "This is our Goddess of Battle, the great Freyja herself! Just a short time ago, she snatched my battleaxe from my hands and tossed it several yards away - using just one hand!" As the Norsemen talk among themselves, often looking at the woman standing before them, in her short red dress, cloak, and red boots, the Amazon slowly walks toward one of the longships beached within sight of the bonfire. Aware that the men's eyes are on her, Diana casually reaches down with one hand and slowly begins to lift the bow of the boat off the beach.
When the 'slight' woman has the boat lifted into the air above her head, by one hand, pandemonium breaks out among the Norsemen. A few call her a witch, but most drop to their knees in a position of subservience before 'their goddess'. "I protect this island and its people," Diana says in a commanding voice before the several hundred Norsemen who are still conscious. "You must leave here at first light, else ..."
And a sudden blast of white light illuminates the beach as if the sun has risen. Inside the ethereal light are several figures - a tall red-haired woman astride a gigantic, snorting boar (Hildisvini, the Battle Swine) and a tall, red-bearded man riding a cart pulled by two huge goats. The woman has a falcon skin draped over one arm and a gorgeous bejewelled belt (called Brisingamen) around her waist. A golden tiara with a red starshaped jewel in the center sweeps her magnificent mane of red hair up and back. In her hand she carries a short, three-foot long sword. Almost to a man, the Norsemen recognize her as the true manifestation of their goddess Freyja. Her companion, in addition to his red beard, has flowing red hair and, in one hand, the gigantic war hammer known as Mjöllnir. Above his head, lightning flashes in the sky and reflects off his highly-polished and horned helmet. The Norsemen also recognize him as their patron god of war, Thor.
"Who is this foolish woman who would trick you into treating her as me?" Freyja, the patron goddess of war asks in a mocking voice that could freeze lava.
Diana senses that she's bitten off more than she can chew. She can hear the Norsemen around her as they call the newcomers by their names. She can also hear the warriors beginning to talk about ways to kill this usurper of Freya's good name. Diana drops the bow of the longship onto the beach and turns to flee back into the hills to think of another way to rout the Vikings. She begins to run toward the village, dodging some men, knocking others out of her way and even leaping over their heads to land twenty or so feet away.
She nears the edge of the beach when suddenly her back explodes in pain. She is flung forward several feet and belly-flops onto the beach. Her body continues sliding forward and the top of her dress spills down off her breasts, exposing them to the sand. As her body slides across the beach, coarse sand and bits of gravel grind against her exposed and tender breast flesh. She finally stops her wild slide and slowly rises up on one hand. Before she can recover, a dozen enraged Norsemen dive onto her body and pin her to the ground, like a ball under rugby players.
"Unnnhh ... let me ... UP!" she grunts as she uses her miraculous strength to do a pushup under the men. Some topple off the pile on her slender body but others continue to punch or grope or squeeze her body into submission. She snarls angrily as some of the men molest her large, ripe and exposed breasts but she can't stop them until her hands are free and not supporting her body. Slowly the Amazon rises to her hands and knees and more bodies drop off her back. Unfortunately, this exposes more of her body to the men, who now hit and grope her fanatically.
"ENOUGH!" Diana bellows, rising up to her knees. She now uses her hands to punch the men around her - there must be over thirty reaching for her body, throwing blows, hammering at her with clubs ...
Suddenly the crowd around her parts and Thor and Freyja move close to the kneeling Amazon. "Amazing. Mjöllnir hit your back and yet you live! How can this be?" No mere human has ever survived a hit from Thor's war hammer!
"Do you doubt that a woman warrior would not be powerful, Thor?" Freyja says in a sneering voice. "Long have I argued that women would make excellent warriors ..."
"Pagh! Women are breeders and guardians of babies!" the thunder god spits. "This woman is obviously a freak, a witch, an unknown goddess. She is not normal."
As the two Norse gods argue, Diana slowly rises to her feet. She is surrounded by several hundred drunk or angry Vikings and two feuding gods - she thinks now may be a good time to escape! Saying nothing, the Amazon princess flexes impossibly powerful thigh muscles to propel herself into the air and away from the beach. Thor and the Vikings are taken by surprise as the woman seems to fly away from them! Freyja, however, quickly reacts and reaches up as Diana rises into the night sky. The redheaded goddess grabs Diana's ankle, stopping her ascent, and slams the Amazon down onto the ground, on her back.
Once again Diana sees stars, and not just in the heavens above. Her head swims from the crushing impact of her body onto the hard sand and gravel beach. Before she can react, Thor reaches down and grabs her other ankle and lifts it up. Freyja releases the booted ankle in her hand and Thor holds the woman in the air, upside down, dangling by one ankle. Arrows fall out of the quivver on her back, followed soon after by her sword sliding out if its sheath.
"What shall we do with this one?" Thor asks the flame-haired goddess. "She seems too powerful to just leave with these good warriors." The Vikings shout and roar that they can deal with the woman. The reviving Amazon, however, begins to shake and struggle to free herself. She even manages to slug Thor's calf until he turns her around to face away from him while he and Freyja decide her fate.
"Kill her - she is a threat if she has the audacity to impersonate me before these good warriors," Freyja says. Again her loyal believers bellow and stomp their feet and clatter swords against shields. She turns her back and begins to walk away from the small knot of people on the cold dark beach. Diana can see the goddess moving away.
"Must try ... something!" she decides. "Lhiannan Shee! I need your help!" Diana calls out. This makes Thor and the Vikings look down at the upended woman, who is now shouting something in a language which they don't understand - she talks in the faerie's native tongue, thanks to her gift of language. Freyja also hears Diana's shout and this makes the goddess turn around to rejoin Thor and the men. Just as she nears the outer edge of the circle around Diana, a loud murmering noise begins on the other side of the crowd. Suddenly, the huge and heavily-armed and armored Norsemen are fleeing across the beach back toward the ships. They bounce off an unseen cordon sanitaire around the goddess, rather like she's surrounded by a force field, as they flee toward their ships.
Two figures slowly appear on the edge of the light cast by bonfires on the beach. One is a ghostly appartion floating a few feet off the ground - a black-haired woman in a long white gown. Behind her, towering above her is a giant, a monster, with a head covered with a mane of coarse black hair. It has eyes like torches, and glittering sharp tusks hanging from the top of its mouth. Its body is as black as ebony, and covered with wrinkles like the leather of a blacksmith's bellows. The creature flexes its hands (paws?), revealing huge talons the length of an adult's leg. Its hairy legs end in a huge cloven hooves. The ground seems to shake as the beast trods on the edge of the beach.
"This land is our home, look you, and you are not welcome here," Lhiannan Shee tells the Norse gods and Vikings. "Leave this island now, or suffer our wrath!"
Thor tosses the Amazon over his shoulder, toward the sea and the fleeing Vikings. She soars thirty feet and lands on her back, one leg under the other, surrounded by several hundred warriors fleeing in terror at the sight of the 'ghost' and the hairy giant beast. Impact with the hard beach stuns the Amazon once again and knocks the wind out of her lungs.
"BY ODIN'S BEARD!" Thor roars as he drops into a crouch, preparing for battle. Giants have long been foes of the gods of the Norsemen. "This island is a land of monsters and witches!" Thor wears a belt which, when strapped on, doubles his strength, and huge gloves with which he can lift and crush boulders. The god takes his war hammer in one gloved hand and resolutely advances across the beach toward the towering Buggane of St. Trinian. At the same time, Freyja leaps on her Battle Swine, Hildisvini, waves her short sword over her head and rushes toward the floating faerie, Lhiannan Shee. Near the water, Diana tries to rise off her back but is constantly being trampled on by fleeing Norsemen.
Freyja hacks and stabs at the floating apparition even as her boar snorts and jabs at Lhiannan with its snout. The faerie hovers above the boar's tusks and lets Freyja's blows flow through her body, doing no harm. At the same time, she tries to enchant the Norse goddess. Her extremely beautiful (if all too transparent) body sinuously sways right before Freyja's eyes, unaffected by the goddess' sword hacking and jabbing. The faerie's unique aroma wafts into the goddess' nose. Lhiannan seems to be having some effect - Freyja grunts and moans as the faerie's subtle attack arouses the goddess. The redhead now uses her free hand to cup and squeeze her left breast while she grinds her crotch against the ribbed backbone of the Battle Swine. After several minutes of vainly trying to slice Lhiannan with the short sword, Freyja drops it onto the beach and grabs the boar by hair on its neck. Then the Norse goddess, now madly enthralled by the 'Peace Faerie', begins to enthusiastically rub her vagina against Hildisvini's backbone, grinding her clit against the beast. Her moans threaten to drown out the beast's snorting and chuffing. A few moments later, the goddess rolls off the beast and both hands fly to work on her body, one to squeeze and molest her breasts, the other to slip between her thighs to stimulate her body toward an orgasm.
"Unh ... ooohh ... aaaaahhhhh ... GGOODDDDSSSS!!! YEESSSSS!!" Freyja gasps as the faerie's enchanting presence drives her toward a series of mighty orgasms, orgasms so powerful that even this goddess is unable to resist their force. "UNH UNH UNH UNH" she grunts as her body explodes from rapid-fire bursts of sexual release. The mighty goddess rolls on the ground, eyes closed, drool on her lips, her boar beside her, trying to understand what's happening. Her body, her mind is oblivious to anything but the driving need to get another and more powerful orgasm from her body. Lhiannan hovers over her, smiling at this new conquest.
A few paces down the beach, a titanic struggle between Thor and the Buggane rages, throwing up geysers of sand and gravel. Thor tosses his war hammer at the Buggane, using force which would shatter a mountain. The hammer hits the beast on its chest or face, then flies back to Thor's right hand. The force of the blow staggers the beast, maybe even draws some blood, but the Buggane quickly recovers and reaches down in an attempt to snatch the impudent 'little man' who's hurting him.
"By Krom, you MUST die, foul beast!" Thor roars after a titanic toss of Mjöllnir that knocks the Buggane to one knee. "Why don't you die, beast?" he asks as he recaptures the war hammer and prepares for another toss.
"I CANNOT DIE, MAN," the creature bellows. "THY PUNY EFFORTS TO HURT ME WILL
FAIL 'ERE LONG!" The creature swings one huge fist in an arc downward toward
Thor, as if pounding a nail with his fist. Thor reacts by raising his hands over
his head and the force of the blow hammers the god into the sand to the depth of
his knees. The ground around them
Thor responds by using his god powers to cause clouds to form over the beach - roiling, black, thick thunderheads. In seconds, a massive lightning bolt stabs out of the cloud and hits the Buggane on its back. The beast screams in pain and drops to one knee. The air fills with the stench of burned hair and meat and the creature's back glows from the lightning strike. As the Buggane raises its fist for another strike on the God of Thunder, another lightning bolt hits the beast on the top of its head. A blow which would have split a longship in two merely knocks the Buggane of St. Trinian onto its knees before the Norse god.
Before Thor can bring down more lightning, the Buggane swipes at the god with the back of its hand, knocking Thor some thirty yards away. Then the creature rises to its feet and turns. Looking back at Thor with hate-filled eyes, the creature strides off the beach and into the gloomy dark hills behind the beach.
Although terrified of the marvelous creatures battling their gods, the Norsemen are not craven cowards. When the woman who started all this suddenly crashes into their midst, lying on her back, one leg pinned under the other, the Vikings turn their fear into rage against the goddess-pretender. At least a score of the burly warriors dives onto the woman's body, pinning her to the beach, helpless against their onslaught until her senses recover. As she struggles to rise off the ground, she faces several men holding each of her limbs down, and at least five men holding her body down.
"Nnnnhhh ... GET ... OFFFFF ... MMEEEEE!!" Diana roars as her body literally vibrates from the energies she is expending. Her amazing strength slowly forces the Vikings off her arms and legs and belly. As she frees her arms, she has to deal with enraged Norsemen attacking her with clubs and swords. Still mostly on her back, Diana's hands move like blurs, deflecting slashing clubs and hacking swords. Her feet kick outward at the men trying to cripple her. With powers and abilities beyond those of mortal men, she slowly forces them away from her, even though one or two clubs manage to hit her body and several sword blades slash her creamy white skin.
When the Buggane roars an epithet at Thor, the sound makes the Vikings turn away from Diana long enough for the Amazon princess to leap to her feet. She crouches and gets ready to leap away from the horde of warriors but a quick-thinking leader, old Olaf Magnussen, manages to swing his war hammer at the woman, striking a mighty blow against the back of her head. Diana flies forward and onto her belly. Her eyes close and blessed unconsciousness overtakes her battered body. The Vikings close in on the fallen woman warrior.
"AWAY FROM HER, WITCH!" Thor roars as he approaches Freyja and Lhiannan. The faerie has so overwhelmed the Norse goddess with sexual desire that the devastatingly-lovely redhead writhes on the ground, her eyes rolled back into her forehead, drool on her lips, her body a constant blur of sexual masterbation. The goddess, for the first time in her existence, has been defeated without being touched by sword, arrow or club. Defeated by her soft woman's body.
The faerie turns at Thor's thunderous approach and smiles at the tall, handsome MALE. Males she can seduce with almost no effort. Her power of seduction should soon have this invader obeying her every whim. She smiles and turns on her charm, floating gently toward the advancing Norse god. "Such a magnificent man!" she coos.
"What have you done to fair Freyja!?" Thor roars, his attention half on his companion, half on the ghost floating before his eyes. His anguish at seeing the goddess lying on the ground, writhing and bucking in sexual frenzy, weakens his defenses. His eyes slowly drift back to look again at the wraith. Suddenly, for the first time in a long time, the Thunder God feels a stirring in his loins, pressure against his leather leggings. He slams to a stop and looks from Freyja to the faerie.
"I conquered her, my lord, as I will conquer thee," Lhiannan replies in a voice so soft and warm it melts the anger in Thor's heart. She floats toward him, her arms outstretched to embrace the brawny god before her. She can see his breathing become shallow, can see a huge tent forming on the front of his leggings. His eyes are glazing over nicely. "I desire thee to go down to the beach and retrieve my friend Diana from the clutches of yon invaders. Make them then leave this island, too," she says, dragging a soft and velvety hand down Thor's cheek and under his chin, then tangling his long red beard in her slim, almost transparent fingers.
Thor nods dully at the woman, then turns and begins to shuffle toward the knot of roaring Vikings down near the water. As he passes Lhiannan, she squeezes his shoulder and rubs his neck, then kisses his ear lightly. The effect is electric on the Thunder God - he explosively cums in his leggings and staggers from the effect. The faerie smiles at her power. He may be a powerful god but he is also male and therefore susceptible to her irresistable charms. Now for that female.
Near the boat she lifted so dramatically just a short while ago, Diana wakes in a battle for her life. She rolls onto her back and her hands and feet strike outward at the swaming mass of Vikings who are now attacking her, attacking her with clubs and swords and even with their bare hands. Her hands and feet move in a blur, striking away the attackers' weapons. Even so, she can't rise to her feet against the constant onslaught and her four limbs just can't quite keep up with all the attacking weapons. A club lands a blow, an edged weapon nicks her alabaster skin. Soon every part of her body aches and her flesh bleeds from the many cuts which have pierced her skin.
Diana valiantly struggles against the Viking horde and slowly manages to rise to a seated position. She can finally deflect more of their blows away from her bare legs, but then Olaf again manages to club the back of her head with his war hammer, briefly knocking her senseless. She sags forward and more blows rain down on her head. Diana slowly falls to her side, unconscious and beaten.
"Tie her to the boat!" Ragnar Svensen, the Viking leader, yells at his men. In moments the unconscious Princess of Themyscira hangs from the bow of a ship, her arms over her head and tied together with a thick rope which is wrapped around the dragon shape on the prow. Her eyes slowly open, one breaking the blood scab which kept it closed, and she blearily takes in the scene before her. At least two hundred of the Vikings are clustered around her, leering and grinning at her predicament.
"You fight well, woman, now let's see if you fuck as well!" Ragnar snarls at the helpless princess.
Once he's no longer looking at Lhiannan, Thor's mighty will helps him break her enchantment. He staggers briefly, then turns to face the faerie, now some twenty yards away. "Battle Swine!" he calls out, "defend your mistress. Attack the creature beside her!"
Freyja's boar, Hildisvini, looks at the faerie hovering over the goddess, then at his mistress, lying on the ground, massaging her breast and rubbing her crotch, and lets out a deep feral roar. Instinctively he knows she is in peril. His hoof paws the hard beach and heat flares from his nostrils as the beast snorts in anger and eyes his target.
The boar leaps at her and with a loud
"AAAAIIIIEEEEEE!!" the faerie wails piteously, feebly beating at the beast's head with her little hands. "You're killing MEEEE!!" she cries out, shaking her head from side to side to blot out the pain. Her efforts are useless on the beast and it continues to ravage her body. Lhiannan finally plays her last card. In the wink of an eye, she vanishes from sight, leaving Hildisvini still digging with its tusks where she used to be. Now he just digs up the beach.
"Guard your mistress!" Thor yells when the faerie blinks away. As the faerie vanishes, so too does her spell on Freyja. Slowly the Norse goddess stops giving herself orgasms and lies still, on her back, barely conscious. Satisfied that the boar will protect his companion, Thor turns and leaps toward the mob on the beach.
"Nnnnhh ... nneed time to regain my ... strength," Diana thinks. Her eyes widen when Ragnar drops his leather leggings and advances toward her, a dagger in his hand and a huge erection between his legs..
"First I'll unwrap you with this dagger, then I'll poke you with my other dagger," the man says, laughing. He slips the blade between her neck and the neckline of her dress and when he tries to slice her dress open, he can't do it! The magical fabric resists his blade. He tries again and again but can't get it to part.
Suddenly a powerful hand grabs his shoulder and gently pulls him away from his captive. "Let me try!" Thor says, smiling at the loyal warlord. Thor drops his leggings and hammer and pulls out a dagger of his own. He grins at the Princess of Themyscira and says "Let's see what MY blade can do to your dress, eh, imposter?" He slides his knife down her front, down between her breasts, and his dagger, made in Asgard by the finest smiths, easily cuts the dress, above her breasts. It deftly slides downward, slicing apart her dress like it is made of paper.
Diana gasps as her breasts flop free from the dress, as the golden cord running beneath them parts, as the blade gently slides across her body, barely touching it. When it reaches her golden girdle, the blade suddenly stops and goes no further. The Thunder God tries again and again but cannot cut the strange metal beneath the golden girdle.
"By Odin's beard!" Thor says finally. "What magic is this, woman? Why can my knife not cut it?"
"It ... it's made of a special metal fashioned by my gods," she sputters, anger building inside her. "And it is my source of strength!" With that she lifts her legs off the ground, letting her bound hands and back press against the bow of the ship for support. Her muscles scream in agony from the beatings she's endured, but this is her only chance! When her legs rise high enough she brings them together against the sides of Thor's head in a powerful scissors. Before he can react, she snaps her legs and propels the Thunder God backward into his loyal believers. They drop like tenpins.
Diana snaps her legs down and with a low growl pulls her arms downward, breaking the thick rope binding her wrists. Before anyone can stop her, she flexes her powerful leg muscles and leaps over Thor and the Norsemen, landing some forty feet closer to the woods. She begins to run at full speed toward the trees, her torn gown flapping around her body, hanging from her shoulders and held together with her golden girdle, her large breasts bouncing and swaying with her gait.
When she reaches Freyja, who is now on hands and knees, Diana leaps up and lands
on the goddess' back, driving her down onto her belly and forcing the air out
her lungs in a
Diana finally reaches a clearing near the top of the small mountain and in the clearing is Lhiannan Shee, on one knee, her hand covering her bare belly. Blood stains her dress and her hand and she is crying piteously. "What happened to you?" Diana asks as she reaches the Peace Faerie. She kneels beside the ghostly creature and puts a consoling arm around her shoulder.
"I will recover soon," the faerie says between sobs "but we failed to turn back the barbarians!"
"We both need to rest a bit," Diana says, dropping to her knees beside the Faerie Queen. "Perhaps we can yet prevail.".
Eventually Freyja rejoins the men on the beach. "We must kill those creatures, Thor, as Odin is my witness we must destroy them utterly for what they have done here this night!"
"We will, sister, just give the men time to rest and we will find those women and their giant, and kill all of them," the Thunder God replies grimly. In his heart, though, he other plans for the ghostly woman. Plans he dare not mention to Freyja. Suddenly he spots a number of the men moving to their boats. "WHERE ARE YOU FOOLS GOING?" he bellows.
"Forgive them, great Thor, but though my men are good fighting men, they fear what they do not understand," Ragnar says. "Some have decided to find another place, one that is easier to take, as our base. Perhaps the large island to the west."
"But we will defeat the women and their beast, just as surely as dawn rises in the east!" Freyja exclaims. "Are your men such craven cowards?"
"They are not, goddess, but they saw you and Thor almost bested in combat. What if there are more such creatures on this accursed island?"
"We'll kill them all!" Freyja says, almost vibrating with her anger.
"Eh-hum, perhaps I may be of assistance?" a male voice says near the edge of the crowd. A short, skinny man with a scraggly black beard and unkempt hair approaches Asgard's finest.
"LOKI!" Thor thunders. "Is this more of your trickery?"
"Oh, no, great Thor, not at all!" the god of mischief replies, smiling as he walks. "I just believe that I may succeed against these women where you failed."
"Beware what you say, foul thing, lest I cut you down where you stand!"
"Yes. That would be more effective a threat if your pants were not down around your ankles, Thor. And Freyja, I know you want these women. What say you if I defeat them?"
"Bah, try your best, little worm," Freyja grunts.
"This I too would like to see," Thor says. "They will humiliate you and enslave you as their little toady, then I will laugh!"
"Perhaps. Perhaps not. Look you, Ragnar, you have on one of your ships a great relic, the Peace Cup of St. Olaf. Is that not so?" Loki says, turning to the Viking leader. When Ragnar looks back with daggers shooting from his eyes, Loki says, "Come on, man, I know you stole that from the Danes. Bring it forth!"
A short while later, Ragnar solemly hands a bundle to Loki. "This is our most sacred treasure. We carry it with us lest the Danes try to retake it. You will bring it back?"
"Of course."
"Don't trust that trickster," Freyja says. "He has plots within plots in his mind!"
Loki smiles at the imposing redhead, blows her a kiss, and vanishes.
As the sun begins to creep over the mountain behind them, Diana and Lhiannan note that their scars have healed. So has the faerie's gown. Diana wonders about her dress, then wonders if she has enough of the fabric left to try something. She spins around and thinks of her original red and gold dress and suddenly it reappears, intact, with the golden eagle proudly supporting her 40C breasts. "How did you manage that?" Lhiannan asks.
"One of my gods, Haephestus, makes marvelous things happen. This is just one of his crafts."
"But now what shall we do about the invaders?" Lhiannan asks.
"Eh-hum, perhaps I may be of assistance?" a male voice says. The two women suddenly spot a short, black-haired male at the edge of the trees. He's carrying some kind of bundle.
"My name is Loki. I too am a god among the Norsemen. Thor and Freyja tire of battle with you. They wish peace. As a symbol of their good intentions, they have asked me to give you this trinket. It is a Christian relic, the Cup of Peace of St. Olaf. Very powerful. They wish you to have it as a sign of their good will." He unwraps the bundle and an ordinary earthen mug is revealed.
"I sense that it does have great power," Lhiannan says. "Why would they part with such a valuable relic?" She moves closer to Loki to examine the artifact.
Diana fidgets. Something about Loki doesn't ring true. She's about to warn the faerie when Loki hands the mug to the ghostly apparition. Lhiannan reacts immediately. "Ooohhhh ... such ... such POWER! I have never seen the like! It almost burns to touch it! Perhaps you should take it, Diana?"
"I think not," the trickster replies. "I think you should take this cup deep into that cave behind you and hide it for safekeeping. Do you have any beasts who could help you protect it?"
Lhiannan seems lost in her examination of the cup. She barely nods 'yes' in answer to Loki's question. Then she looks up and says, "Yes, you're right, we must guard this well. It is a powerful talismen. BUGGANE!"
Moments later, the gigantic beast steps through the forest, barely bending a twig. It too is a Natural and can pass through the woods without making a sound. The beast has recovered from its battle with Thor. "I HEARD YOU, MISTRESS. WHAT DO YOU WISH? SHALL I KILL THIS GNAT FOR YOU?" The beast raises its great fist up as if to strike the god of mischief.
"No, Buggane, maybe later. You and I must hide this in the cave, to prevent others from stealing it. Come with me," Lhiannan says, walking briskly toward the cave.
"I don't trust Loki," Diana says, walking after the faerie.
"Mistress, I think you should stay with me. I'm sure this adorable creature doesn't want you to know where the cup is going to be hidden," Loki says sweetly.
"I'm afraid to say that perhaps he's right, Diana," Lhiannan replies. "Please wait here while I hide this cup in yon cave. We shall only be gone a short while. Then we can deal with those invaders."
"We'll await your return, mistress," Loki calls after the faerie as she and the Buggane enter the cave. His back is to the Amazon. She can see his arms waving, rather like a mentally-deficient person waving good-bye, or a wizard casting a spell. Then he turns around to face Diana and says, "We can become friends, can't we, Diana?"
The Amazon princess looks warily at the runty, ugly little man, and tries to imagine why she distrusts him so. Well, of course, he's a male and therefore not to be trusted, but there's more to the feeling of dread she's feeling. "I feel like I know you from somewhere, or some time in the past," the tall brunette says. "Where have we met?"
"Why, where WOULD you have met a god of the Norsemen, Diana?" Loki says, smiling at the woman. "Surely you must be joking? I'll make a deal with you," he continues. "Why don't you go look at the beach. You'll find that everyone has left. Thor and Freyja gave up and sent the Vikings off to raid some other island instead. You'll see for yourself that my intentions are honorable."
Diana nods her head, then concentrates. Her invisible chariot drops down from its station over the mountain and as she walks to it, Loki grabs her bicep. "Look carefully, Diana, and you'll see an empty beach down there. Then come back here and you can apologize for doubting me." She looks at his bony hand on her arm, then at him. He carefully releases her arm and lets her get into her chariot. As the chariot soars aloft, Loki moves toward the mouth of the cave. As he does, the mouth of the cave begins to shimmer.
Twenty minutes later, Diana returns to the clearing near the top of the mountain. She lands and gets out of the chariot. "Well, I guess I was wrong," she says. "I flew over the beach and saw no one. You told the truth."
"How could I deceive one as lovely as you, Diana," Loki says. "Come, let's sit over on that log and talk while we await the return of your friend. I have wine!" He produces a small flask from a pouch on his waist and boldly grabs Diana's hand. She reluctantly lets him lead her over to a log where they sit beside each other. Loki offers her the first sip.
"My, this wine is strong. Thick," she says, handing the bottle back to him.
"There's an interesting story about that wine," Loki says. Then he begins to tell her a story about how it's made. The air around them is warm, insects are humming in the distance, the sun is bright, and his voice is SSSOOOO soothing, so easy to listen to as he drones on and one. After a few minutes, her eyelids grow heavy and her chin almost drops down onto her chest.
"Must ... must be weary from ... the fight last night," she explains as she snaps her head up. "All those Vikings ... the blood I lost ..."
"Yes, yes, I'm sure you put up a great fight," Loki says. Now he boldly reaches up and runs his fingers through her hair, at the back of her head, just above her neck.
"Mmmmnnn ... that feels ... oooohhh ... so soothing," the Amazon princess says. Her eyes close and her head bobbles as he caresses her neck and strokes the back of her head. He continues to talk about ... something? She can't get all of his words. Her mind is now completely focused on his wonderful touch. Who would have thought such an ugly man could be so ... so gentle?
"I ... I wonder what's ... mmmnnnn ... keeping Lhiannan?" Diana says. Suddenly she notices that Loki has turned sideways on the log and as one hand continues to massage the back of her head, his other hand suddenly begins to stroke her thigh. Her beautiful white thigh.
"Nnn ... nnnooo ... d-don't doo that," she slurs as her body warms to his touch. She tries to raise her arm to brush his hand off her thigh but her arms feel like they weigh a ton. She can't lift them. Suddenly she senses that perhaps she doesn't want to lift them. It's been a long time since a man has touched her, made her feel her womanhood so deeply. "Ooohhhh ... don't stop," she says.
Loki's hand reaches farther and farther up her thigh, pushing aside the silky fabric of her dress. Suddenly the curly black hairs above her womanhood are displayed and still she can't resist him. His right hand has slid down her back and is deftly massaging her between her shoulder blades while his left hand slowly inches its way toward her bush. Part of her wants him to stop, but her body, and yes, her mind too relishes his touch. "Oooohhhhhhh," she moans, deeply, when the fingers on his left hand suddenly touch her black bush.
"Really, you must mmmpphh," and Diana's protest is abruptly halted with Loki raises his hand up to her neck, twists it, and covers her deep red lips with his own. Diana's eyes open wider when she feels the tentative pressure of his tongue against her lips. Slowly her own lips part and as he kisses her deeply, still kneading the back of her head with his right hand, the forefinger on his left hand slips down between her thighs and between her nether lips.
"Mmmmmmm." A throaty moan vibrates his tongue in her mouth. Her breathing becomes more rapid as the trickster carefully fingers the woman's clit. For several long minutes, she moans and pants as his fingers stir her passions as no man has done. How can this ugly little man know so much about the female body? Why can't she resist his attentions? Was the wine drugged, or is he ...?
Loki gently helps Diana slip backward off the log to lie on the soft, green grass. She doesn't protest as he slips between her legs, his pants suddenly gone. Her moans continue as he lowers the top of her dress and begins to nibble on the bright, swollen buds at the end of her left breast, then on her right breast. His tongue also continues to dominate her mouth, even as she spars against it with her own tongue. Her mind has only one thought - "let him take me!"
Suddenly her silent wish is granted when she feels a small, hard probe slip between her nether lips and into her well-lubricated vagina. "Oooohhh ... YYYEEESSSS!!" she moans around the edge of his mouth as his little tool penetrates her. Faster and faster, harder and harder the man plunges into Diana's love canal. Her breasts jiggle as he shakes her body with the violence of his lovemaking. She wraps her long legs around his waist, lifting her butt off the grass to give him better access to her.
Loki shifts his hands around so that each one can work on a different breast. He squeezes the round, rich mounds and torments the nubs at the ends of each breast. He pulls them and pinches them, making Diana yelp and moan deliciously. Harder and harder he rams into the woman and she can feel a powerful orgasm building within her body. She has never wanted to be ravaged as much by a man as badly as she wants Loki to take her. All thoughts of Lhiannan, Thor, the Vikings, all thoughts have fled her conscious mind. Her universe is filled with the rising passion of their screwing.
When Loki suddenly cums with explosive fury, she uses her legs to hold him in place. Too soon! He must continue!
After pumping his load into her love canal, Loki gradually slows his efforts
until he stops and his little dick slips out of the woman with a wet
Loki unwraps her legs from around her body and slowly rises to his feet. The proud Amazon princess lies on the ground, her hands reaching toward him, as she again asks him to help her finish.
"You should have kept up with me, Diana of Themyscira," Loki says. Suddenly his form blurs and reshapes. Suddenly Diana sees standing before her a short, ugly little man with a grotesquely-huge head. He looks VERY familiar. "You humiliated me in Rome. I couldn't pass up the chance to humiliate you, here, when I sensed your presence," he gloats. As he backs away from the woman, Diana suddenly realizes she met him in Rome as the Duke of Deception, one of Ares' minions.(1)
"DECEPTION!" she blurts out, suddenly aware that she's lying in front of him, her dress down around her girdle and her legs spread widely, dripping love juices on the soft green grass. Deep shame washes over her body even as she pulls her legs together. "How ... how could you?"
"You're so very easy to manipulate, Diana," he says, his pants suddenly covering his legs once more. "But then, so are all women easily maniuplated by their passions. I'll tell Ares you sent him your best. AFTER I tell him how easily I seduced you and took your virtue!" Laughing maniacally, the demi-god vanishes from sight, leaving the princess lying on the ground, crying piteously.
A short while later, while Diana sits in the grass thinking about Deception's treachery, she hears a noise in the trees. She looks up and sees Freyja, on Battle Swine, crashing through the trees, followed by thirty or more Vikings. "I KNEW I'd find you!" Freyja bellows. She kicks the boar's sides and the pair rush at the Amazon princess, leaving the men behind.
Diana doesn't have time to rise to her feet. She barely rolls aside when the huge beast, snorting and chuffing, races past. As it does, Freyja stabs downward with her spear, barely missing the woman. Diana rolls to her feet - to wobbly feet - and pulls up the top of her dress. She looks around and spots the goddess returning at a gallop. Anger - RAGE - is vivid in Freyja's eyes. She roars out an oath as she closes on the seemingly helpless and befuddled Amazon.
At the last possible second, Diana leaps into the air, over the sharp tusks of Hildisvini, and grabs the shoulders of Freyja's armor. Diana continues forward and pulls Freyja out of the saddle. The two women crash onto the ground with Diana pinning the goddess. Now the Amazon's rage at her humiliation flares against the Norse goddess of warriors.
"This ends NOW!" Diana yells as she punches Freyja's jaw with a ground-shaking blow. The goddess sees stars and tries to raise her hand against the Amazon, but Diana lands another powerful punch, this time against Freyja's nose. Blood spurts from her nose and her head sinks an inch into the earth from the woman's blow. But before Diana can strike a third time, she cries out in pain, "AAAARRRRHHHH!!" as the boar rams into her right side, knocking her off Freyja. The Amazon and the beast roll away from Freyja, Diana's hands trying to protect her body from more damage from Hildisvini's tusks.
With a grunt, Diana manages to grab the beast by its massive shoulders and tosses it fifty feet away, into the onrushing horde of Norsemen, knocking many to the ground. She rises to shakey feet, blood pouring down her ribs from the beast's goring attack. She looks once at the beast, now rising to its feet, then turns her attention back to Freyja. The goddess is on hands and knees, rising with difficulty after Diana's two punches.
Like a feral cat, Diana leaps onto the back of the goddess, wraps her hands
around her neck, and as her legs crush Freyja's ribs in a tight scissors, pulls
the goddess' head back as if to snap it off. "Nnngghh ..
Suddenly the Battle Swine returns to the battle, ramming into both women (but mostly into Diana's left side). Diana flies off Freyja, her scissors broken, her side bleeding. Freyja's tiara flies off the goddess' head and lands in the grass beside the Amazon. Freyja drops down onto her belly, spent. Hildisvini stands near the goddess, protecting her from another attack.
Diana rises slowly to her knees, looking at the fallen goddess, the terrible boar, and the on-rushing Vikings, who are screaming of their lust for battle. Having lost her sword and bow last night, Diana reaches for the nearest weapon, Freyja's tiara. She flings the golden headpiece at Hildisvini and is gratified when it hits the beast between the eyes and knocks it down onto its haunches. Then, miraculously, the tiara flies back toward Diana, who quickly snatches it out of the air.
"Can't take much more of this," she thinks as she pulls herself to her feet. She can see Freyja starting to rise and the boar is once more pawing at the ground, preparing to strike. The Vikings are now shooting arrows at Diana and are less than twenty feet away. Although Amazons don't like to run from battle, neither do they stay to die in a hopeless situation. The mighty Amazon princess, who has battled gods and won, turns and sprints to her chariot. She leaps into it ahead of a volley of arrows. With the merest thought, the invisible chariot rises into the air like a shot and shoots upward from the field. Diana looks back to see Freyja raising her fist skyward, daring the princess to return.
Out of the corner of her eye, Diana spots the beach. It is no longer empty. It never really was - the Duke of Deception made her THINK the Vikings had left. Now her keen eyesight can easily see the Viking fleet and even Thor, leading a party of men off the beach to the north. Looking around, she spots more groups of Norsemen moving up from the beach, armed heavily for battle. Then she looks for Lhiannan. The cave is no longer there! She can't see it, nor can her keen eyesight find any signs of the faerie. Without her allies, bloody, aching from battle and Deception's rape, she reluctantly decides that this battle is lost. She turns her chariot southward and heads back toward Themyscira.
Epilog:
Deep inside the cave, after hiding the Cup of Peace of St. Olaf, Lhiannan Shee and the Buggane begin heading back toward the surface. Minutes stretch into hours, and hours into days, but the duo can't seem to find the way out of the cave. Deception has clouded their minds and hidden the cave entrance. He's also made it impossible for the faerie to blink herself to another location, as she did when the Battle Swine attacked her on the beach. The faerie now can't seem to find the path to the surface. She slowly drops to the floor of the cave and begins sobbing. She's been tricked into a magical trap, and only magic can free her. Magic she doesn't have!
Diana returns to Themyscira, shamed by her rape and her failure to help the people on the Isle of Man defeat the Viking invaders. She asks Hippolyta about taking a force of Amazon warriors back to the island, but the Queen of the Amazons will not let it happen.
"But mother!" Diana protests. "Athena and Aprhrodite ASKED me to save those people!"
"They also said that if you could not, they would accept the outcome," Drusilla says. "Mother, the goddesses were quite specific that Diana must not risk her life saving those people, nor should she risk revealing that we exist. If she goes back, either might happen to her."
Mala agrees with Dru. Reluctantly, Diana accepts her defeat. At least she has Freyja's golden tiara with the red star in the center to remind her of this battle.
Back on the Isle of Man, the Vikings do not slaughter the inhabitants. They rule over them, having them provide food and drink for war parties which then go on to raid England and Ireland. Eventually, Norse and Manx blood intermixes and the Isle is gifted with, among other things, the oldest parliament still operating in the world, the Tynwald.
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(1) See Amazon Chronicles #2 <return to the tale>
(1) See Amazon Chronicles #3 <return to the tale>
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