While I have been a fan of heroine peril stories and other forms of erotica for many years now, this is my first time trying my own hand at it. This story is greatly inspired by a story called “The Princess and the Snake Pit” over on bdsmlibrary. I first read that story years ago, and it has stuck with me ever since. You will find many of the same plot beats in this story, but I believe this one to be different enough to distinguish the two. Otherwise, this story was greatly inspired by the greats of this type of fiction, including Bill, PeckishBeak, and of course, the master herself, Scarlet. While I hold no delusions that this is a masterpiece, or even good, I had fun writing it. I hope that it is somewhat enjoyable for you as a reader as well.

Thank you for your time, and I hope you enjoy.

Wonder Woman—Sacrifice

by

Black Canary

‘The Amazons must have really pissed off Olympus this time’, Orias thought, listening to the grass crunch as he walked up the ridge. Paradise Island was experiencing a major drought. The last rain had fallen some months prior and even that rain had been nothing more than a light sprinkle. When Orias had walked this path for previous rituals, the entire island had been covered in dense forests and lush green fields. Now, the entire section of countryside he had crossed on his trek had been as dry and crunchy as this mountain trail.

That was precisely why Orias was on Paradise Island. When it came to dealing with the Gods, it was well understood, even among the Amazons, who detested the masculine Gods, that to end widespread suffering, individualized suffering must be inflicted. This individualized form of suffering was so well known that it was given a word: sacrifice. The types of sacrifice offered varied based on capabilities, but at the core, each involved inflicting suffering on a limited number of living beings in hopes that the Gods would find it pleasing enough to stop inflicting suffering on all the others. This practice has been followed in some form throughout all cultures since the dawn of time.

Amazons, though shielded from much suffering by their Goddesses, were not entirely protected from the emotions of the remaining Pantheon when their feelings were particularly strong. For centuries, the Amazons had offered sacrifices when the rage from Mount Olympus was too great for even Hera to shield them from. The Queen's family was not immune to these circumstances. Seeing her people’s suffering worsening, the Queen had spent months praying for the Goddesses to intervene. While most thought the Queen was slow to act, she instead had been using the time to ensure that she made the appropriate sacrifice. It was important to ensure that the severity of the sacrifice was proportional to the Gods’ anger. Too little sacrifice offered would not only result in a wasted sacrifice, but would also stoke the flames of the Gods’ rage further as the meager sacrifice would be seen as an affront.

After a 90 day vigil, the Queen realized that she could wait no longer and that she could not ask her subjects to offer up any more from their own families. With a sacrifice still needing to be offered, the Queen made the hard decision to offer a sacrifice from her own house. She would offer up her only daughter, Diana, to the Vipera Asper. This was something that even the fiercest Amazon feared. However, that did not stop the women of the island from cheering the Queen's decision.

Orias similarly cheered when he received the news that his services would once again be needed. Even more so when he heard who would fill the role of the sacrifice. While the Amazons would reap the benefits of the Gods, he would reap the freshest fruits from the Queen's daughter.

His family had been performing this service for the Amazons for over a millennium. Orias came from a long line of farmers; though the plants his family raised for the Amazons were no ordinary plants. There were a wide variety of plants that had been bred for thousands of years for specific purposes. Some plants were used in warrior trials while others were used as punishments for crimes committed. There was even a subspecies of vines that were used in religious ceremonies. Of the entire family of plants that his family cultivated, only one variety was used solely for sacrifices: Vipera Asper.

This particular plant was a species of snake-like vines that had been bred for the purpose of inflicting suffering on a woman. The vines had a special secretion that, when released, caused the muscles of the recipient to relax. It was so potent that the vines could force even the fiercest Amazons to relax in its grasp. The vines were also able to release a potent pheromone that would cause the woman to become incredibly aroused. These two features alone would make the vines a powerful tool, but neither were what made the Vipera Asper so feared. The most feared feature of the vine was its ability to extract the clitoris from a sexually aroused woman.

Finally arriving at the top of the mountain, Orias was relieved to have cover from the sun. He pushed open the doors to the inner chamber of the temple and saw that the Amazon party had arrived ahead of him. The torches flickering on the walls were the only source of light in the inner chamber.

Near the door stood four Amazons all dressed in what Orias recognized as the ornate battle gear of the Queen's royal guard. Each nodded their heads in greeting as Orias entered. Sitting in the middle of the four guards was Hippolyta. She wore a simple white dress and her head was adorned with a crown of wreaths—a far cry from her typical regal wear that was more befitting her station as a proud queen. Her pale skin looked almost translucent in the flickering flames of the ritual chamber. Orias realized that he had never seen the Queen without her armor. He had to admit that she was still a beautiful sight. The simplicity of the dress allowed the beauty of her natural form to show. The guards were scowling as he openly leered at the Queen, their hands reaching for their blades. Queen Hippolyta stilled them with a raise of her hand. She looked at him and smiled. "It is a pleasure to see you once more, Orias," she said before rising from her chair and walking towards him.

"The pleasure is all mine Queen Hippolyta," Orias said bowing deeply. "I heard about the hardships that have fallen on the Amazons and I am glad to be able to assist in the end of these troubles," Orias said. Despite openly leering at her body, he had been raised to speak with the utmost respect towards the Queen. His family had been granted the privilege of being the only men to set foot on the island in exchange for their services in providing the plants for the rituals. This made his family one of the only male bloodlines that still had a connection with the Amazons and he realized that on this island the Queen had absolute authority. He remained breathing solely because the Queen willed it so.

"Your family has always served the Amazons well and I am grateful for that." Hippolyta said.

Orias was unsure if it was a trick of the torches or if Hippolyta's face looked saddened. He had not seen her much over the years, but when he did, she always had the stern face of a Queen. It was the type of face that you would expect on a leader who had the burden of a nation's well-being resting on their shoulders. It was odd seeing her face take on such a soft expression. The Queen diverted her gaze and Orias's eyes followed it.

There, among the pews near the altar, stood the Queen's daughter. While more widely known as Wonder Woman, she was known to her people as Diana. Orias drank in the sight. She had been stripped of her customary armor that she always wore and was now standing in a black, formfitting dress. She turned to face him and her large breasts jostled with the action. Though she said nothing, she frowned as she saw Orias's eyes glued to the movement of her chest. Orias knew that he should feel ashamed of his actions. However, he could not help but stare. While he had heard tales of the Queen's daughter and her heroics in the land of men, he had only met her on two previous occasions. During those meetings, he had been so nervous to be in the presence of both the Queen and her daughter that he had not taken the opportunity to truly take her in.

Orias had seen many women in his lifetime, but none of them held a candle to Diana. Her body was toned from a lifetime of training in the Amazonian ways of war. Her long, muscular legs rose to a perfect set of wide hips. His eyes followed her curves as they narrowed at her waist before swelling to a generous sized bust. They looked to be almost twice the size of those that belonged to the Queen and they were the only thing that had a bit of jiggle to them. Orias's eyes continued to her face, which was framed by her raven hair and drawn into an ornate bun for the ceremony.

"This is my daughter Diana. I believe you two have met before." Hippolyta interjected with a pointed look at Orias. Orias felt the heat in his cheeks and hoped that it would be hidden by the torches that illuminated the temple. He was embarrassed that he had been caught ogling the Queen's daughter.

"Yes, your Majesty. Diana and I have…" Orias started to say, before being interrupted by Diana.

"Enough of the pleasantries. Let us get this over with," Diana said. She attempted to keep her head high to show no weakness, but it was hard to maintain the facade in such circumstances. The slight quiver in her voice betrayed her trepidation.

"Of course, Princess. Right this way. And remove the dress," Orias said as he made his way deeper into the more dimly lit section of the room, grabbing a torch from the rack near the door. As he approached, the wall in front of him looked as if it was pulsating. The thousands of dark brown vines that were covering the walls were slowly writhing as if anticipating their next meal. The air in this section of the chamber was thick with the smell of the vines' pheromones. Even though the pheromones were not intended to influence men, the pheromones still hit him like a hammer. He knew that the Amazons would be far more affected by it.

Orias heard a rustling as Diana removed her robes as he unfurled the satchel he had brought, revealing anointing oil, incense, and other items for the ritual.

"Orias, do you have what you need to begin the ceremony?" Hippolyta asked.

"Yes, but first we need to ensure that Diana is properly prepared to receive the blessing from the Vipera Asper," Orias replied. He turned and beckoned that Diana should approach. Diana's step faltered once. She eyed the writhing mass of vines on the wall behind Orias, closed her eyes and took a deep breath before slowly approaching.

With the fully nude Diana in front of him, Orias began making the preparations. He turned the bottle of anointing oil up and poured it into his hand before sending thanks to the entire Pantheon on Olympus for granting him the blessing of being the Royal ceremonial master. It had been one thing to see Diana's body under a dress, it was another entirely to see it in all its nude glory. Diana was one of the finest specimens of humanity that he had ever seen. While most women were soft, Diana had the musculature that spoke of a warrior. Orias watched her abs shudder as he poured the cool oil onto the warm flesh. He felt the power of her thighs as he traced the ritualistic symbols around them and onto her buttocks. However, the most striking feature was her breasts. They were the size of ripe cantaloupes and they were capped by large nipples. The nipples had become hardened from his ministrations and stuck out at least a quarter inch. The areolas that surrounded them were a light shade of pink that contrasted her tan skin.

She gasped as she felt him pour oil over her nipples. "What are you doing?" she demanded as she glared at him.

"I promise it is part of the ritual Princess," Orias said, grinning in a way that showed that this was only a half-truth. He enjoyed how her nipples pebbled under his touch becoming hard as rocks. The oil glistened in the torch light, making them all the more tempting. "This oil attracts the vines. We have to cover the parts of you that are being sacrificed to ensure that they find them," he finished. It happened so fast that he thought it might have been a trick of the light, but Orias could have sworn that he saw fear flash across Diana's face. He knew that she was aware of the purpose of the vines. They were bred to milk the pleasure from a woman. To drain her dry of her sexual juices, and to feast on her essence before extracting the source of her pleasure. He poured some oil on his hands before sliding it down Diana's toned belly. His fingers worked through the dense patch of dark hair adorning her mound. Diana let out a slight moan as his fingers circled her clitoris. He could feel the bud becoming engorged from his efforts.

Pleased that the oil was covering the intimate parts of her body, he stepped back and dried his hands on a towel as he took in the results of his preparations. Her previously unadorned flesh was now marked with thin, gold bands which radiated out from her navel and wrapped around her rib cage. A thick, black line went down from her navel before disappearing in the dense hair on her mound. Each nipple was now bright red as the oil irritated the tender flesh, drawing blood into the nubs. "Are you ready Princess?" Orias asked as he walked up and put his hand on her lower back. The Amazonian guard and the Queen fell to their knees and began chanting their prayers. They were asking the Gods to be appeased. Asking for the suffering of the island to be taken away and praying that their sacrifice would be enough.

Orias grabbed Diana's hands and bound them with a silk rope. Diana offered no resistance as he pulled her tied hands above her head and secured them to a hook on the wall. This left Diana on her knees with her hands secured above her head.

"Now Princess, I must ask you. Do you give yourself freely to the Gods? Will you sacrifice yourself to end your people’s suffering?" Orias asked as he took the torch from its rack and placed the end into the fire. The flames quickly spread up the torch and consumed the end.

Diana hesitated before giving a curt nod. She kept her face strong, trying to not betray any of the fear she was feeling. Orias smiled. He knew that it had been a tough decision. She would be giving up her sexuality. The vines would drain her of her sexual juices before plucking the ripe pleasure button from her body. The vines would not however, remove her body's natural needs. She would no longer be able to release her pent-up frustrations with her own hands or one of her shield maiden’s. She would be left, unfulfilled for the rest of her days. That was the true nature of this sacrifice. Diana was offering a life of continuous suffering to allow for relief for her people.

Orias watched as Diana's eyes followed his hand as he brought the torch close to the wall of vines. Her face showed no signs of fear. She held her head high as she saw the torch make contact with the wall.

Immediately, the entire temple was filled with the hissing of the vines as they came to life. Diana's eyes widened in fear at the suddenness of the noise. She let out a scream as she fought the guards. No longer were the vines writhing aimlessly. Now, the vines slithered along the walls and were reaching towards Diana's immobilized body. The vines were moving slowly and lazily as they were coming to life. The hairs on the dark brown flesh shimmered in the torch light, making the vines look like they were living mammals.

As the first vines slid over her bound wrists, the other Amazons stopped their prayers and began to watch. More vines slowly advanced across her body, the hairy tentacles lazily looping down her arms. Diana could only watch, now with tears in her eyes as the first thick vine slithered in between her large, unadorned breasts. Orias saw the shudder that ran through Diana as the vines tightened around her. "Please, stop!" Diana begged, no longer able to hide her fear as the she felt the reality of her situation setting in.

"I'm sorry Princess, I cannot stop this. The ritual has begun," Orias replied. Diana's eyes turned to the other Amazons with her plea.

Tears spilled onto Hippolyta's cheeks as she said, "I am sorry my Daughter."

Orias continued to hold the torch close to the wall of vines as he watched them slowly wrap around Diana. The vines were almost sentient in their actions, seeking out the areas of Diana's body where the anointing oil had been applied. Diana gasped as more vines started looping around the base of her breasts. It started slowly at first, but gradually the vines applied more and more pressure. Diana's breasts started to stand out unnaturally due to the squeezing support offered by the vines, and the tan skin started to darken as the blood flow was restricted from the constricting vines. Thin vines coming off the main trunks wrapping around each base started to wriggle their way further along the mountain of flesh. Once reaching their target, the thin vines began to circle the small, red areolas on each breast. The vines greedily drank in the anointing oil as the thin members traced over each bumps and crinkles on the tender areola flesh. Diana's nipples stood at attention.

Diana began to sag in the restraints as the muscle relaxant began to work on her body. Her head was held up by a vine that had wrapped in her hair, allowing the viewing members to see her face. Diana's eyes were filled with tears as she continued her pleas for help from her fellow Amazons.

Two more vines wrapped around Diana's breasts, circling her areolas several times before wrapping around her nipple, squeezing hard. "What are they doing?!" Diana screamed. Orias watched as the vines pulled. He watched Diana's nipples being stretched out, and she cried out in pain as the vines tugged. Orias could see the fear in her eyes. "No, please, stop!" she begged. The vines ignored her pleas and continued to pull. The vines were stretching her nipples to the point where they looked like they were going to break. They pulled and twisted, causing Diana to cry out in pain. Orias had never seen a woman's nipples being pulled to the point of breaking, but the sight was incredible. Diana's nipples were now bright red and swollen. They were so stretched that they looked like they would rip apart at any moment, but still the vines continued their merciless attack.

Diana continued to feebly struggle against the vines. The secretions greatly reducing her strength meant that the vines were not deterred by her resistance. The vines continued to slither over her body, searching for her most sensitive spot.

Orias watched as a vine approached her pussy. The tip of the vine was glistening with pheromone secretions and the vine seemed to be drawn to her pussy. The vine rubbed against her clitoris and Orias saw Diana's body shudder at the contact. The vine was rubbing up and down the length of her slit, teasing her. Orias could see the look of terror on Diana's face as the vine teased her. She knew what was coming next and she was terrified.

Finally, the vine found her opening and it slowly slid inside. Diana cried out as the vine entered her. It was a thick vine and it stretched her pussy wide. Diana's body shuddered as the vine slowly slid deeper and deeper into her until it was fully sheathed inside of her. The vine was so thick that it stretched her pussy to the point where it was almost painful. The vine began to thrust in and out of her, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. The vine was fucking her hard and fast, causing her to cry out with each thrust. At first, her cries were in pain, but as the thrusts continued, more and more of her own sexual juices covered the thick, hairy flesh of the vine, mixing with the aphrodisiac secretions.

Before long, Diana's cries had turned into incomprehensible moans of pleasure as the vine continued to fuck her. Her body was now shaking with each thrust of the vine as Diana felt her orgasm approaching. She could feel the vines teasing her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She knew that she was about to cum. She could feel the vines tightening around her tits and other parts of her body. The vines were targeting her entire body, enveloping her, and overwhelming her with an all encompassing feeling of pleasure.

As if able to sense that she was close, another thin vine slithered up her slit searching for her hidden pleasure button. It wriggled its way under her hood and slowly encircled the sensitive bean. Due to her arousal, Diana's clitoris was now fully engorged. The thin vines continued to encircle the thick, meaty base of Diana's clitoris. The plant was responding to the feel of Diana's blood coursing through the nub. The vine could feel every pulse of Diana's heart as each pump caused a surge of blood through the meaty flesh.

Lost in the feeling of her impending orgasm, Diana did not feel the prick from the vine wrapped around her clitoris. The numbing agent of the vine prevented her from feeling the pain. The thin vine wrapped tightly around the base of Diana's clitoris and slowly and methodically began to pull. Each tug of the plant was in rhythm Diana's heartbeat. The plant pulled harder, before finally, the roots of the clitoris snapped free inside Diana. She jumped at the feeling but was still too close to the edge of her orgasm to experience anything other than the thrusting vine in her pussy. She was not even aware that her precious clitoris was being pulled clear of her body. More and more of its pink, veiny, length being exposed to the room before the roots finally slipped free from her. Orias and the others could only watch as the tentacle held up the long organ as if it were some type of trophy before it pulled Diana's pleasure bean back to the base of the plant.

Diana herself was completely unaware of this. Her eyes closed, she was babbling as the effects of the plant had slowly driven her insane. Having finished its deed, the plant retreated from Diana's body, leaving her to sag, left unfulfilled just short of sexual climax, in her silk binds.

As the plants retreated, the Amazons offered a final prayer. As they finished, they all silently watched as Diana hung in her binds; her moans were the only sound in the chamber. However, underneath the sounds of her groggy moans, a dull rushing noise started to echo around the room. The Royal Guard placed their hands on the hilts of their swords but could not identify the source. The noise continued to grow louder. As the Guards moved to surround their Queen, they were surprised to hear Hippolyta laugh, a deep, full body laugh. “Thank the Gods!” she cried in jubilation. “The rain has come again! You did it my child,” Hippolyta said as she kissed each of Diana's cheeks. “You may rest now.”

"Thank you Orias," the Queen said as she looked away from Diana. "I am glad that you have been able to perform your duties to the fullest and have been so helpful," she said. Orias bowed his head in respect. "I do not know what we would have done without you," the Queen added.

"I am happy to be of service, your Majesty," Orias replied. Orias was relieved that the ritual had gone well.

"As the Queen, it is my duty to ensure that the needs of the Amazons are met," Hippolyta said. "I am sure that after the ritual, you are in need of release," she said. She looked at her guards who were standing behind her with each nodding their head in assent. "Orias, you may choose one of us to assist you," she said. Orias looked at the guards and then at the Queen.

"Thank you, your Majesty." Orias said.

The end?