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*** ATTENTION PLEASE ***
This is a small list of the sexual fetishes contained in this fanfic.
If you find something that is not suited to your tastes, maybe you want
not to read any more.
X-rated non-consensual sex / imprisonment and bondage / big breasts /
big clitoris / xenophily / monster sex / energy|power drain
/ tentacles.
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The Yothga plant is a creation of Robert E. Howard, used in "The Scarlet Citadel" (1933).
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Chapter 4
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In her deep slumber, Diana felt uneasy. Beyond the boundaries of her
conscience she could feel a strange presence watching, observing,
hiding in the shadows. Though she didn't wake up, her warrior instincts
were alert, sensing the simple presence of evil somewhere around her.
She rolled over a bit, coming closer to Tak's motionless shape.
Up high, crawling over the cave ceiling, a small black shape moved in
circles, uncertain. Its black tentacles waved in the air, feeling
scents that no living creature could imagine. There was something new,
another human being with a power that was almost tangible, and this
scared the small thing. But its sensitive appendages felt beauty and
warmth, a radiant soul whose taste had to be delicious beyond
imagination...
The human moved, wary, and the oily tentacles raced away in fear. The
small creature returned to the place it knew so well, and after
stitching a small drop of its green sticky secretion on the stone, it jumped
down, much like a spider, slowly approaching the human it was used to drink every night.
Diana rolled over again, feeling more and more uncomfortable. Small
movements and weak sounds from somewhere near made her slowly emerge
from the sea of slumber, and she opened her eyes a bit. But even before
she could see what was happening, a clear feeling of danger made her
head raise, cleaning her mind from the last webs of sleep, jumping on
her knees with every sense on alert. Tak was still laying on the straw
heap, beside her, but her body twitched and squirmed in agony, while
low moans of pain came from her mouth, partially dampened by something
black and repulsive whose pulsating tentacles were keeping stuck to the
suffering slave's face, while a thin thread from it went up to the cave
ceiling. The Amazon didn't understand what was happening, but she
realized that the thing was purely evil and was harming her lover. She
threw her hand forward to remove the black abomination, but some of the
oily tentacles raised, dripping a green ooze which resembled poison.
Wonder Woman drew her hand back and thought fast. The screams from Tak
were becoming stronger; she looked around to find something to use as a
weapon, and finally she saw a torch, burning quietly some meters from
her. She jumped from the pile of straw and grabbed the wooden object,
carefully avoiding the drops of hot oil dropping from its flaming top.
She approached carefully, thrusting her weapon towards the black
creature, avoiding its whipping tentacles and burning them one, two,
three times. Finally the disgusting being jumped away from Tak's face,
making a loud hiss. Diana followed it, moving with care, dancing with
the monster as if it was a snake, and as soon as she approached the
pieces of cloth on the floor she grabbed a fairly big one and swiftly
threw it over her enemy. In a flash, she thrust the torch's tip in the
cloth and set it on fire; from the flames came a chilling sound, high
and full of pain, while the piece of cloth moved frantically on the
ground. Wonder Woman pinned it down with the burning torch, ignoring
the awful noises coming from under it, until, with a final convulsion,
the small mound stood still.
She waited until the piece of cloth was completely burned. Then,
suppressing a wave of nausea from the horrible stench, she approached
the dead thing. It looked like a cross between a spider and an octopus;
on its lower side, many suction cup opened, surrounding a central,
bigger one. While she was staring at it, the monster's outlines seemed
to melt, to blend into the shadows on the ground. In a few seconds,
only a burned stain remained on the cold rock: the dead creature had
returned to the depths it had been drawn from by the unholy forces of
black magic.
Diana rushed to Tak. The girl was now still, her eyes open, staring
blankly at the ceiling over her. No trace of will remained in them; she
didn't react to words or touch. Wonder Woman felt tears rising in her
eyes. That small spark of humanity she had managed to bring back had
been mercilessly sucked out, leaving the girl as empty and cold as she
had seen her the first time.
So that was what that poor girl had to endure since she had been
captured... that was the way the snake-woman kept her prisoner. The
monster had drained her soul night after night, until all that was left
was an empty shell. The Princess' heart withered at that thought, and
she asked herself what kind of evil was that monster capable of. But
now the little demon was dead, and nothing could prevent Tak's
soul recovering her strength. She hoped that their captor's sleep
would last enough to allow the girl to regain her will and help
destroy that abomination.
Laying over the straw, next to her lover, Diana caressed the short platinum-white hair and closed her eyes.
She woke up and felt the space beside her empty. Tak had vanished.
That could only mean one thing: the snake-woman, Shass'haa, had emerged
from her slumber and had called her slave to assist her... in what, she
couldn't know, but she was sure this couldn't be anything good.
She tested her strength and found that it had returned a little bit,
though this was nothing compared to her usual level of power. But it
was better than nothing, she thought.
She heard footsteps coming; Tak appeared from a corridor and opened the
fence door, then grabbed her arm and dragged her out. Diana considered
her choices. Now she could fight the slave; without her help, maybe the
evil creature could be destroyed or at least captured. But before, she
had extracted and absorbed all of her magic power, and there was no way
to tell how stronger she had grown. Even with her gifts returning, she
could be unable to fight that scaled abomination. She remembered that
Tak used to be a monster hunter and a strong warrior before she was captured: if only she could bring her will and soul back...!
Meanwhile, the tanned slave had brought her to the room with the throne
and the sacrificial altar. Shass'haa was there, clad in an elaborated
silk robe, with strange jewels on her arms and legs; she seemed more
powerful than before, and her yellow eyes had something even more
terrifying... it was like an aura of evil magic was roaring around her,
a thunderous storm of arcane energy ready to be unleashed over anyone
who dared to defy that monster.
"Ah, Diana of Themyscira" she hissed when Wonder Woman was in front of
her. "Look at me. Behold my new power. This is all thanks to you and to
the magical energy I ripped from your soul. My conscience is expanding
like I had never dreamt before; my strength is growing and growing."
She approached the beautiful Amazon. "What are your feelings for me,
dear?" She sweetly mocked her prisoner. "Do you hate me? Are you
dreaming of breaking my neck and killing me? Come on. I am here, in front of you."
Diana looked at her and pondered over the situation. "She thinks that
her spell is still working, turning me in a hellish creature like her. But soon
she will find out the truth. Of course she is waiting for me to attack
her... but if I am fast enough..."
She took a fighting stance, faking rage in her face, then, in the blink
of an eye, she turned and ran away, making a magnificent jump of three
meters over the altar and heading to the corridor she had seen Tak
coming from when she brought the Ovuli of Torment. That should have
been the way to a depository of magical items; there, she could find
some weapon to use in fight, and hopefully the surprise effect would
keep the snake-woman and her slave from catching her too soon...
Shass'haa was, in fact, a bit stunned. She had raised all her magic
defences, and was ready for any kind of attack she could think of;
and the woman she thought now to be a blood-thirsty, savage beast had
fooled her with a feint and was running away! She shook herself and
raised her hands, evoking forces no human being had ever known. The air
around her seemed to boil, then, with a deafening sound, an enormous
lightning bolt erupted from nothing, headed towards the naked fleeing
Amazon. Diana was now in front of the corridor opening, and, gathering
all her resources, she made another jump, followed by a rolling landing
which took her far enough from the terrible explosion in the spot she
had been one second before. She smelled the ozone and the dust from
behind her and deduced that Shass'haa was now much
stronger than before... which meant that, without some weapon or magic
equipment, she could easily throw away any hope to fight her. She heard
the hissing voice, yelling "Tak! Catch her! Quick!" and she knew that
the slave would be the first obstacle to overcome; of course she
couldn't harm the poor girl, but she feared that even in her mindless
state her strength and fighting abilities would make her a tough enemy.
An open door on the right seemed to be the only exit from the long
corridor; she quickly ran through it and found she was in a small room,
which, judging from the foul smell and the incredible amount of vials
and jars full of strange substances, could only be the snake-woman's
laboratory. Her eyes wandered around in search of a weapon, or maybe
her sacred Lasso of Truth, but in vain; however, in a corner she
recognized the small bag containing the Ovuli of Torment, and an idea
took shape in her mind. She opened the leather pouch and took an
Ovulus, just while a soft sound of fast, naked feet hinted that Tak had
found her prey. As the tanned slave entered the room, Diana leapt
towards her, causing the girl to take a defensive stance. Her enemy's
arms were crossed, protecting her high torso and leaving her hips
unprotected; with one hand she lowered the pimitive loincloth she had
made for Tak, and with the other one she quickly took the Ovulus to the
warrior's unprotected vulva. She saw the beautiful emerald eyes open
wide as the round object was pushed up through her vagina; but the
slave was not excited, meaning that her femininity wasn't lubricated
enough, and while Wonder Woman felt the resistance of her strong inner
muscles she remembered how Shass'haa had moistened the orb with her
mouth before using it... suddenly two strong, bronzed arms grabbed her
and before she could try to fight back, she found herself prisoner in a
steel-like lock. While holding her arms behind her back, the tall woman
raised the Amazon's strong body like that of a small girl, and started
carrying her back to the room she had fled from. Diana tried to set
free, but her returning strength was even more reduced by the arm lock.
They entered the main room where the snake-woman was waiting, her eyes
like poisoned darts. Tak put her prisoner on her feet, while keeping
her hold on Wonder Woman's locked arms. With hasty movements, Shass'haa
approached the Princess and grabbed her head, gazing at her sky-blue
eyes; her words vibrated with a hatred which could almost be touched.
"You have vanished my spell. You aren't under its control. Your soul is still intact! How did you manage that? HOW?!?"
She moved her hands back. "I feel that your power is returning. It's
much sooner than I had thought. I think I will have to drain you again."
Those words shook Diana's mind as the memory of that horrible process
and of her suffering came back to her. With all her strength she pulled
her arms, ignoring the pain in her joints, and she managed to break
Tak's lock. In a flash, the snake-woman jumped back, while her fingers
weaved strange symbols in the air; the Amazon felt her hair tingling
for the static electricity, and she protected herself with her
bracelets just while a powerful discharge hit her. Shass'haa's
hands emanated more bolts of electricity, and Wonder Woman grinned her
teeth, feeling her small bit of strength fading away as she blocked the
fierce attacks.
"What a waste of precious strength" hissed the scaled monster. "Let's
put an end to this futile battle." Her fingers harmoniously changed
their movements; the air around the Amazon seemed to harden, and she
was raised one meter from the floor, her arms and legs spread open
by an invisible but powerful force. Her wonderful naked body, paralyzed
and floating helplessly, looked like a gift from another world, a bright star stolen from the sky.
The monster reached her prisoner and caressed her toned left leg's
inner part. "Now, that's better" she whispered. With a slight gesture
of her hand, Diana moved slowly down until her muscular abdomen was in
front of Shass'haa's head. Then the forked tongue lashed forward,
tickling the Princess' beautiful navel, running around its outline. Two
slender, delicate hands slid over her feminine hips and pulled them
gently forward, while going slowly down to her firm buttocks.
The snake-woman cupped Wonder Woman's navel with her mouth and
sucked lightly. Then her eyes opened wide, full of greed, and the
Amazon screamed, feeling her magic essence painfully ripped from her
being. The scaled abomination started moving rhythmically, slowly
writhing in extasy as she drank the powerful energies, increasing her
strength even more. Diana's body was incredibly tense, fighting against
the spell which held her prisoner, while the pain numbed her mind.
Tak stood there, watching her master as she cruelly extracted power
from the woman that had been her lover. Nothing seemed to be alive into
those cold emerald eyes. Her mind was as empty as always, a broken vase
which couldn't hold anything, anymore.
Shass'haa was very thorough in extracting every little bit of magic
power left in Wonder Woman. After a while, her rhythmic motions stopped
and she removed her mouth from the Amazon's navel, visibly satisfacted.
With another slight gesture of her hand, the prisoner moved slowly down
and slumped over the rocky floor, exhausted.
"Mmmm, that was good. You're totally drained now. By the time your
power returns, you will be a mindless slave; this is what I planned for
you... and this will be, no matter how. I was hoping to subdue you the
easy way, so that your mind would still be useful to me. But now I see
that I have no other choice. I will give you to the Yothga!"
She ordered Tak to carry the weakened Amazon and to follow her. As she
felt the strong arms raising her body, Diana's eyes opened; she saw the
slave's beautiful face, completely devoid of emotions, and sorrow
overcame her. She had failed. She couldn't take the poor girl away from
that meaningless existence.
Now she was completely powerless, and she feared that the second way to
enslave her would be much worse than the first. This time, she probably
wouldn't make it: and even if the small demon which drained Tak's soul
in the night was now dead, once the girl regained a bit of her will she
would be completely alone, not only against the monster's dark magic,
but against her own mindless body, too. Only by fighting together would they have a
chance to win against the snake-woman's spells... and now, that chance
seemed to be lost forever.
She looked again at that beautiful face and whispered "I'm sorry, Tak."
The slave had no reaction; her eyes were looking away. With surprise,
Diana noticed that she was staring at her beautiful breasts, a slight
shade of red on her face.
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End of Chapter 4
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