Hey, all. Second chapter is here already!? That's crazy! (Not really, though.)
I going to be completely honest with you guys when I tell you that writing this story was kind of an uncomfortable process. I'm not one who can easily write such...vulgar...content. I mean, I tried my hardest but...as a noob when it comes to writing sex scenes or other kinds of scenes that talk about or involve topics of that nature and beyond, I can only go so far before I become unsure of whether or not I've gone too far.
Though, it's hard to determine what too far is after reading a story like DC - Remastered Edition. (Very morbid, FYI) Like, would that story be considered as having gone too far? I'm honestly not sure. And just a fair warning, what you read in this chapter and the coming chapters might not be anything to lose sleep over at all. I don't know, and that's the point. So...tell me. I want to know so I can write them better.
(Well rounded authors can write on any subject matter, including sexual stuff, and I want to be a well rounded author.)
Anyway, enjoy the chapter and I'll see you in the next one.
Bye~
"You filthy whore! How dare you wake me!? And what did I tell you would happen if you tried to esca-aaAGGHH!" A red construct tore through his large chest, piercing his heart and holding him in place, mid step.
He struggled for a minute, trying fruitlessly to pry the construct out. Eventually what little strength his dying body had dwindled to nothing. And like that, Herakles who challenged, manipulated, and violated the Amazons died the kind of death he feared most.
A simple one. A death that occurred outside of conquest and danger. A death that he didn't even see coming.
Nervously, the woman formerly in chains peaked from around the pillar. She'd heard Herakles' cry of anguish. And then silence. "…" What she was left her speechless. The body of Herakles lay on the floor, in a puddle of his own blood and a fist sized hole in his chest.
Just like that, the terror was gone. And standing over him was the woman who'd struck the killing blow. "I did not like the way he spoke. Very rude." Not even looking back, she held a hand out, beckoning the woman to come out from behind the pillar.
"How did you kill him? And where did you come from? Not many people can make it past Themyscira's barrier." Did the Gods answer her prayers and send her to save them from that monster Herakles? "Did the Gods send you?"
The woman looked at her as if she didn't quite understand what the question was? "Sent? By Gods? No. I came here of my own volition and was unpleasantly surprised with the atrocity happening all throughout the city."
Right. It wasn't just Herakles, but his men as well! "We must go and save my sisters! There's an army of men out there-"
"Not anymore. Anyone who was not an Amazon is now dead. They are safe." This woman…what did she mean they were all dead? There were well over a thousand men fighting under Herakles.
Did she have an army of her own? And if she wasn't sent by the Gods, then how was she even here? With the immediate danger now gone, Hippolyta felt her sense of calm coming back to her. She could think much more clearly now.
Taking a good look at the woman standing before her, she had only more questions than she did answers. Having travelled throughout most of Man's World, she had seen men and women of varying kinds.
The most common among them being that the Amazons, in most cases, were taller than all of them. Where the common height for the healthiest man or woman was around five feet, give or take a few inches, in Man's World, the height of most Amazons ranged anywhere from five and a half to six feet.
But the woman before her was an oddity. She was taller than even Hippolyta and her sister Antiope, who were amongst the tallest of all the Amazons at six feet. Several inches, at least, and definitely much stronger if Hippolyta's guess was accurate.
But the most curious part about the woman was the ring she wore on her left ring finger. It was the brightest white Hippolyta had ever seen. And she was almost sure she'd seen something red jumping out from it and breaking the chains earlier.
"How many people did you bring with you into the city? And where do they come from that they can take down Herakles' men so easily?" The woman looks Hippolyta in the eye. "There is only me in your city. And where I come from is a place farther away than anywhere you currently know."
"Come, I must go heal your…sisters. The toxin used on them has left them weak-minded and unable to defend themselves." She turned to leave but stopped as a hand gripped her wrist.
"Thank you. Thank you." The two shared an in intense stare before Hippolyta spoke up again. "Before we go, you might want to put something on. On most other night it'd be fine, but it's too cold tonight to walk around naked."
She looked down at herself, realizing that she had neglected to acquire clothes before changing. Though, the idea of more things weighing her down wasn't appealing in the slightest. "Must I? I'm quite content this way." She received a raised eyebrow in return. It seemed that she must.
Ring, any possibility of dressing us in culturally acceptable clothing?
The ring's glow brightened to a quick flash of light. In place of their nakedness from before was a peplos that only revealed their arms, necks and faces. And, of course, weighed down on her as expected.
"Great Hera! How is this p-? Are you sure the Gods did not send you? Or that you, perhaps, are a Goddess in disguise?"
She shook her head. "I am no Goddess and I am quite positive these Gods you speak of did not send me to your aid. As I've said, I came here of my own volition to help you." That being said, she grabbed Hippolyta's wrist and led her to the door.
"We mustn't waste time. Commonly, those in emotional distress make rash decisions that only do more damage. Also, what is your name?" She had completely forgotten about names being a thing amongst those races outside of her own.
Her people had moved beyond names. They had no need for them since they each knew instinctively who was talking to who. Yet it was just one more barrier that separated them from other, less intelligent peoples.
"I am Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons alongside my sister Antiope. Who are you?" Queen of the Amazons? At least she'd made a good first impression with the local ruler. Well, one of them.
"I…have no name that I can give you. My…people don't really use names like yours do. We just know when someone is speaking directly to us." She was probably going to need one sooner or later.
"Your people? Are you not Human…or an Amazon?" She shook her head. "I am not even of your world, let alone either of its peoples. I come from far away." She points to the stars. "Very far away."
What? From the stars? "How can that be?" The woman shakes her head. "I wouldn't even know where to begin to answer that question. For now, however, let's leave it as something to ask your Gods about."
The walk through the city was relatively quick. It took less than an hour to gather all of Themyscira's population, clothe them, and clear their bodies of the toxin.
The woman noticed that many of the Amazons were staring at her. Which wasn't much of a surprise. After all, she'd reverted back to her gelatinous to convince them that she was, in fact, the "creature" that saved them all.
When she did, two things happened. The ring had alerted her that ambient levels of hope and fear had significantly increased in her vicinity and nearly three quarters of the gathered Amazons dropped to their knees.
She was quite taken aback by their actions. Ring, what does this gesture symbolize? Hopefully the ring's cultural databanks would have something on their odd behavior.
To Humans and Amazons kneeling is often times a sign of respect and reverence.
Even after the mind muddling drug was wiped clean from their systems, many of them looked as though they were still suffering from its effects, and these were the women who remained standing.
Except it wasn't the drug that made them this way. It was the brutality thrust upon them by the animals that dared to call themselves Human. They were the source of the ambient fear that the ring detected.
The woman felt it best that if they were under the same impression Hippolyta was under when they first encountered each other, then she'd need to clear up their gross misunderstanding immediately.
However, seeing them so happy and willing to kneel before her, it felt…good. Invigorating! She won't deny that it gave her a small tingling sensation in an area she hadn't even thought could feel such sensations.
This was her first time in a Human/Amazon body, after all. Which meant she'd need to explore that sensation later on. For now, however…it was time to make them hers.
She had some time to think about it as they gathered the from the ruins of the city, and she figured that if their beloved Gods and Goddesses couldn't be bothered to help them either during the crisis or even in the aftermath, then maybe she should become one who would.
It was really just an off the top of her head kind of thought, but the more she tried to think of reasons it was a ridiculous idea, the more sense it began to make.
She had a power ring with an infinite charge and a wide variety of abilities that could protect them from damn near everything this planet could throw at them. Even more, she could create a group of people whom she could trust with but a few well-spoken words.
And for someone who had no family or friends and was also alone in the Universe in every other way, that invaluable and impossible to pass up over something as flexible as loose morals.
"I was not sent here by your Gods or Goddesses. I am…regretful to say that they did not answer your prayers." The women who were kneeling now looked up in shock; as that was exactly what they thought had happened.
Otherwise how could the presence of a being like herself be explained? And if she was not sent by their Gods and Goddesses, then who was she? "I come from beyond the stars. I arrived here not too long ago and was horrified to find you in such a barbaric state of affairs."
"I heard your cries for mercy. For help. For divine intervention. For the men to be struck down where they stood as punishment for their atrocities. For your protectors and your beloved deities to do anything and yet did NOTHING! But I did! I did, and I heard it all!"
Sobs of regret, betrayal, and frustration could be heard from those whose fear had begun to reach near hysterical heights and cries of affirmation from the women whose hope had been raised with each word she spoke; compassion and love were now entering the mix.
Now was the time for her to reel them back in.
"Thus, I slaughtered them when no one else did. Every. Last. Man…For you." The levels of fear were beginning to decrease. And hope was rising. There were even low levels of compassion being sent out.
Hippolyta and someone the woman guessed was Antiope stood off to the side, watching intently. Both women were no exception to the influence of the woman's passionate words. They each seemed to be of different minds.
Antiope was thinking, maybe this woman from the stars was right. Maybe they, the Olympians, truly didn't want to answer the Amazons' desperate pleas for help. For the strength to rise against their aggressors.
Hippolyta, however grateful, was resistant to the idea that their creators their Gods would abandon them. And while she remained resistant, the woman's words ate away at her like nothing she'd ever faced.
The Gods and Goddesses who created them, who cultivated their growth, and who demanded their praise and worship had done nothing to help them. It was this woman from space who came and took care of them.
A total stranger who had no obligation nor anything to gain had come to them in their time of need when their own Gods and Goddesses would not.
"For you, a people I have neither seen nor heard of before this day!" She changed into Amazon form, clothes and all, with an added white aura wrapped around her. "And as long as I am here…should you allow me to stay in your home…you will never have to suffer from the atrocities this so-called Man's World again!"
All fear skyrocketed at the mention of Man's World, that being the lingo most associated with their terror. "How will you protect us from the entirety of Man's World? And why? What reason do you have to help us?" A woman called out from the crowd.
Taking her left hand, the woman raised it in the air. "With the power I command, I will protect you from the atrocities of their world." Forming a fist, she raised it in the air and lifted herself off the ground.
Ring, rebuild Themyscira. And resurrect their dead when I say to.
Compliance.
