wonder 'jester' woman

by queen84revenge (ao3)

Themyscira, or Paradise Island as some of the residents called it, was the home of the Amazons, an ancient race of warrior women, as well as the birthplace of one of the paragons of the superhero community, Wonder Woman.

For thousands of years Themyscira had been separated from the rest of the world by a mystical barrier that hid the island and kept out any divine or mystical threats to the Amazons.

That was until now.

Ares, the God of War and sworn enemy of the Amazons had found a way to penetrate the barrier and conquered the island, defeating not just their Queen Hippolyta, but also her daughter, Diana, aka Wonder Woman.

Now, Diana and her mother were in one of Themyscara’s dungeons, metal chains wrapped around their wrists and necks keeping them bound to the wall and sapping them off their powers.

In front of the cell holding the two defeated warriors stood Ares, her arms folded behind his back as he looked down at Diana and her mother with a grin.

“I have an offer for you,” Ares said as the two women glared up at the God of War. “I want you two to become my personal slaves.”

“No,” Diana growled. In man’s world, anyone who heard her speaking in such a low tone, be them friend or foe, knew to clear the area.

Ares, however, did not have any reason to feel the same sort of fear that men felt, and simply widened his grin in response.

“In that case, I guess I’ll go with the alternative,” he said.

“What would that be?” Hippolyta asked. Unlike her daughter, who had grown cocky from fighting mortals for several years, Hippolyta recalled the last time she had fought a god, and how frightening their power was.

“The complete and utter annihilation of the Amazons,” Ares said in a calm manner that betrayed the horridness of his statement.

Immediately the faces of both Diana and Hippolyta went white with fear. They had witnessed first hand the devastation Ares brought about, and the thought of him unleashing it upon their sisters filled them with dread.

For a moment all was silent in the dungeon as Ares waited for a reaction from his prisoners, who were both deep in thought, contemplating what to do next.

“I apologize for my daughter’s rashness, oh great Ares,” Hippolyta said as she broke the silence. “I will accept your merciful offer, and I beg that you show mercy to my foolish daughter,” she said, earning a shocked look from Diana.

“Mother?” Diana asked, confusion clear both in her tone and in her expression as she stared at her mother.

“Ha!” Ares laughed, “You could learn from your mother Princess,” he said mockingly as he looked down at Diana. “Now, will you join her, or will you damn your sisters?” he asked as he gave Diana a wicked look.

“I…. I….” For a moment Diana stuttered, unable to comprehend what was happening, yet despite that, she realized that if her mother was giving in to her sworn enemy, then there wasn’t much for Diana.

“I will,” Diana said, feeling ill at having said such a thing to her peoples enemy.

“Wonderful,” Ares said as he raised her hand and snapped his fingers. Immediately four Greek soldiers appeared from thin air, their armor the same color as Ares’s. In the soldier's arms were several odd and shiny items that Diana recognized from her time in man’s world, as she realized what exactly she and her mother had agreed upon.

In the past, Themyscira’s grand hall had been the host of many extravagant events that celebrated the Amazons past victories.

Today, however, it was host to a celebration of what was the Amazon’s greatest defeat.

Filling the hall were Ares’s generals, personally plucked from the underworld one at a time in the hopes that his uncle Hades would not notice. All of them had been great military leaders during their lives, even though they had been on the losing side of their conflicts. Now they stood in the grand hall of the Amazons, eating the food and drinking the wine of their defeated foes, something they had never experienced in life.

Seated on what had once been the throne of Hippolyta was Ares himself, but he was not alone.

Hippolyta, the proud warrior Queen of the Amazons, who had led her sisters to innumerous victories, knelt next to Ares. Black leather covered her from her head down to her toes, with only two openings in the suit; one that exposed her mouth, and another that allowed her black hair to emerge as a ponytail. Around her neck was a metal collar, with a chain running from it to Ares’s hand.

Currently, the former Queen of the Amazons was bent over, with her ass sticking up in the air as she thoroughly licked the God of War’s boots.

Suddenly, the grand hall fell silent as a new guest entered the room. They were clad in the armor of the Amazons, though they had forsaken their sisters, and short blonde hair covered part of their face.

The woman, however, was not the source of the silence.

No, the source of the silence was instead what was the source of the silence was that behind the woman, clad in a latex jester suit modeled after her own costume, complete with an open-faced hood, bondage mittens, impossibly high heels, a massive ball gag, and a metal collar was none other than Wonder Woman herself.

“Ah, Persephone, I see that our guest of honor is ready,” Ares said with a grin as he watched his fellow god lead Wonder Woman through the room and towards his throne.

“Oh she’s more than ready,” Persephone said as she (and by extension Diana) came to a stop before Ares’s throne. “She’s quite eager to entertain our guests,” she said as she took a step back, standing behind Diana before raising her hand and then striking Diana’s ass hard, eliciting a yelp of pain from the Princess.

“In that case,” Ares said with a grin as he conjured a trio of metallic balls. “She should be ready to begin,” he said as he sent the balls flying towards Diana, who instinctively raised her arms to block the balls, grunting into her gag as they struck her.

“Go on, Wonder Jester,” Persephone said, “Juggle like a good little jester.”

Despite how humiliating the circumstances Diana currently found herself in were, she kept a calm, composed, and proud look on her face as she bent down to pick up the balls. As she did so, the latex of her suit squeaked, and she could feel everyone in the room staring at her ass.

Slowly Diana began to do her best to juggle the trio of metal balls, a task easier said than done considering her hands were trapped inside of latex mittens. Despite the mittens, Diana managed to keep her little juggling act going, even starting to shake her body a bit, getting the gaze of all the men in the room, including Ares, fixed on her.

Which was exactly what she wanted.

After a few minutes, once she was sure the focus of everyone in the room, Persephone included, was on her, she made her move.

Said move consisted of Diana “accidentally” losing her grip on the balls, sending them flying, specifically towards Ares’s face.

Granted, it wasn’t a great move, which Diana was willing to admit. However, considering her incredibly limited options, it seemed to be the best one at the moment.

So Diana’s gaze remained fixed to the balls as they went “accidentally” flying towards the face of the God of War, with a grin appearing on her face as she watched Ares’s eyes widen in surprise…

… followed by the balls literally splitting in half the second they made contact with Ares’s face without leaving any sort of mark.

“Mpm-pm,” Diana groaned out into her gag as her eyes widened with the realization that she just made a very, very, very big mistake.

For a moment there was complete and total silence, the kind that would have made the sound of a pin drop echo throughout the grand hall.

“Get her,” Persephone said, breaking the silence. At her command, Ares’s personal guard rushed towards Diana, grabbing her before she could do anything and forcing her down onto her knees before Ares, awaiting orders from their god.

What they heard though was not orders, but deep, hardy laughter coming from the God of War.

“Congratulations Diana,” Ares said as his laughter began to die down. “You’ve proven your worth as a jester,” he said with a grin. “I don’t think I’ve laughed that hard in a millenia.”

The guards exchanged quick, slightly confused glances with each other as they continued to hold down Diana.

“What shall we do with her Lord Ares?” One brave guard finally asked.

“Have Persephone guide you to her room and leave her there for the night,” Ares instructed. “I’ll save her punishment for the morning, as tonight, we celebrate!” He exclaimed, eliciting cheers from the crowd.

“This way,” Persephone said as she began to make her way out of the grand hall, with the guards and Diana following close behind. Admittedly, Diana had no idea where she was being taken. A part of her hoped it was to her actual room in the royal palace, but she knew that was unlikely at best.

As Persephone led the guards out of the castle, Diana began to grow more concerned over where they were taking her. Now that they were outside of the castle, both Diana’s room and the dungeon were ruled out.

Diana’s questions about where she was being taken were answered a moment later when the group arrived at what Diana recognized as the pigsty where pigs were kept for feasts.

“Gmpm,” Diana groaned as she began to shake her head no, realizing what Persephone intended. Of course, her protests meant nothing as the guards pushed and pulled her closer to the pigsty, until all that separated her from the mud was a fence that barely reached her knees.

“Time to go to bed Princess,” Persephone said as the guards let go of Dianam just in time for the rogue Amazon to deliver a hard kick to Diana’s back, sending her tumbling over the fence and into the mud. “Enjoy yourself,” she said mockingly as she and the guards turned and walked away.

Unfortunately for Diana, it turned out that the opposite side of the fence was actually several feet lower than the rest of the ground, turning what had been a kneehigh fence into one that reached up past Diana’s head.

All Diana could do was try to fight back the tears threatening to flow down her face as she got down onto her hands and knees and began crawling into the small and cramped space meant to house the pigs during the night. Once inside, Diana curled up in the corner, closing her eyes as she waited for sleep to give her a brief escape from her torture.

Morning came far sooner than Diana would have liked, and at first light, she was dragged out of the pigsty. Her latex jester outfit, which last night had been spotless and shiny, was now covered in mud. Her hands, despite already having been rendered useless by the mittens, had been tied behind her back by Persephone, who was currently leading the former Princess out to the courtyard.

“I hope you enjoy this as much as I will,” the rogue Amazon said as she and Diana entered the courtyard and saw Ares standing in the middle of it, mounted upon a blood red horse.

If Diana had to hazard a guess, she’d assume that the God of War intended to go out and admire his conquered land.

“Here you go my lord,” Persephone stated as she held up Diana’s leash, handing it over to Ares as it clicked in Diana’s mind what exactly was about to happen.

In an act of desperation, Diana tried to dig her heels into the ground and fix herself in place, drawing a line at the new humiliation.

It did not work, and a sharp tug on Diana’s leash sent her tumbling forwards.

“Now Princess, you’d better behave yourself,” Ares said. “Or else I might have to punish your sisters for your transgressions.” he said, his tone telling Diana that this was not an empty threat to keep her in line, but a promise of what would happen.

Reluctantly Diana ceased her struggles, not wanting to make things worse for her sisters.

“Good,” Ares said with a grin. “Now come,” he ordered as he began to ride his steed out of the courtyard, forcing Diana to come along.

Through the streets Diana was led, attracting the attention of both her Amazon sisters (who appeared to be mostly okay, at least physically, under Ares’s rule) and Ares’s troops, who were spread out across the land. The further Ares went, the larger the crowd grew, and the more embarrassed Diana grew. After all, she was Wonder Woman, champion of the Amazons, now clad in a humiliating latex jester outfit that was covered in mud, and forced to follow her captor through the streets as her gag forced her to drool.

The reaction’s were what one would expect, with Diana’s sisters looking on in shock and horror at the treatment of their Princess, while Ares’s troops mocked Diana’s predicament.

Eventually, after hours of walking, Ares finally came to a stop in the city square, where the few Amazons who broke the laws of the island were punished publicly.

“Take her to the pillorys,” Ares ordered as his men began to approach Diana, taking her leash from Ares and pulling towards the stocks.

Now that she was out of Ares' grip though, Diana resumed her attempts at defiance, trying to strike the men when they untied her hand. Of course, the attempt failed, and Diana was soon locked in the pillory.

Once Diana was locked in the pillory, Ares began to speak to the gathered crowd.

“Disobedience,” he said. “It is a terrible crime, and one that must be punished,” he said as a grin appeared on his face. “Now, while I could be harsh, I have decided to show your Princess mercy.”

A murmur went through the crowd.

“Her punishment will be humiliation, and it will be carried out by you,” he said as he gestured to the Amazons, who gasped in shock. “You will throw whatever food you can find at your Princess, or you shall join her in being punished.”

Thoughts of resistance quickly fled from the minds of the Amazons as Ares’s threat sank in, and with tears now running down her face Diana desperately begged for her sisters to not do as their captor instructed, with all of her words coming out as muffled screams.

Soon the Amazon’s began to follow their captors orders, throwing whatever food they could find, the majority of which turned out to be rotten, at their Princess. In mere moments Diana was nearly coated in all kinds of food, ranging from fruits to pies.

But that wasn’t the end of her torment, no Ares had something else to add. So, just when Diana was beginning to accept that this was how her day would go, a pair of soldiers approached her from behind, each holding a wooden paddle, and began striking Diana’s ass as hard as they could.

This torment continued on for the entire length of the day, having begun at dawn, and continuing on until twilight came. It was only as the sun began to set that Diana was released from the pillory.

The once proud Princess did not attempt to resist as her hands were bound behind her back again, nor did she try to resist as she was led back to and placed back inside the pigsty, instead simply crawling back inside and out of view, where she began to cry for the first time since she was a child.

It was as she cried that the back entrance of the pigsty, used to enter and grab pigs without having to crawl through the mud, was opened and what looked to be one of Ares’s soldiers entered with a bag in their hands.

Instinctively Diana tried to back away, but she ceased as the soldier removed their helmet, revealing short blonde hair and brown eyes.

“Steve!” Diana shouted, forgetting about the gag in her mouth for a second, overjoyed at the sight of her friend alive and well after losing track of him during the battle with Ares.

“Hey Diana,” Steve said. “I figured you’d like an outfit swap,” he said as he opened the bag and pulled Diana’s Wonder Woman outfit out. “Especially if we’re going to beat Ares,” he added with a grin.

As the physical embodiment of war (or at least bloodshed), Ares was able to sense violence, no matter how far he was from it.

Since he and his army had conquered Themyscira, he had felt small bouts of violence, such as his soldiers abusing Amazons or Amazons trying in vain to fight back.

Right now, however, he was not sensing small bouts of violence.

No, what he was sensing right now was widespread violence, far too large to be isolated incidents.

“What is going on?” he barked at one of his guards, wanting, no, demanding an answer.

That answer came just a few seconds later when the doors to the grand hall were smashed open, sending the massive doors flying into his gathered soldiers.

“ARES!”

The God of War looked at the smashed doorway and his eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise as he saw Princess Diana, no longer clad in her latex jester suit, but instead in her Wonder Woman uniform.

“THIS ENDS NOW!” the warrior Princess shouted as she flew forwards, knocking down any soldier who was unfortunate enough to be in her path.

As she made her way towards Ares, her Amazon sisters, the same ones who had been enslaved by Ares and his men, rushed in. They were clad in their armor and had their weapons drawn, showing no hesitation as they engaged Ares’s forces.

Ares himself was barely able to stand before Diana slammed into him, sending him flying to the other side of the Grand Hall before she resumed her attack.

While Ares was the God of War, he had also been imprisoned without his powers for centuries. His victory over the Amazons came as a result of them being betrayed by one of their own, and his victory over Diana and her mother in particular had only come about because he had used some underhanded tactics and had time to prepare.

This time though, he had access to neither of the things that had ensured his earlier victory, and even though in terms of strength he outdid Diana, the ferocity behind each strike slowly chipped away at his armor.

Eventually the fight between God and Princess spilled out into the courtyard, or more accurately, Diana threw Ares into the courtyard, creating a large crater in the process.

“Have you had enough?” Diana asked as she landed in front of the crater, looking down to try and see Ares.

“You foolish girl,” Ares said as he began to climb out of the pit. “I am the embodiment of violence,” he growled as he emerged. “Each strike only strengthens me.”

“That’s true,” Diana said, to Ares’s confusion. “Which is why we could need some sort of god-killing weapon, right mother?”

“Correct.”

Ares turned around to see Hippolyta, still clad in her leather bodysuit (minus the hood) standing on the opposite side of the crater.

However, that was not what caught Ares’s attention.

What caught his attention was that in Hippolyta’s hand was the same sword she had nearly killed him with all those years ago, only stopped by the intervention of his mother and father, Hera and Zeus.

“That is correct Diana,” Hippolyta said as she raised her sword.

Before Ares could do anything, Diana unfurled the Lasso of Truth and threw it towards Ares, capturing and immobilizing the god just as Hippolyta rushed forwards, leaping over the pit.

In the span of a second, Ares’s view changed from Hippolyta rushing towards him, to his headless body falling over before his vision was consumed by the fires of the underworld.

The God of War was no more, and the Amazons had reclaimed their island.

A Day Later.

“It will take a while, but eventually we shall rebuild,” Hippolyta said as she looked over Themyscira. The fighting had consumed the entire island, and almost every building had been damaged to some degree.

“That’s good to know,” Diana said as she stood next to her mother. “It is unfortunate that Persephone escaped.”

“It is,” her mother responded. “But she’ll not be able to flee this island.” she said. “I assume you’ll be leaving soon?” Hippolyta asked as she turned to face Diana.

“I will,” Diana said with a sigh. “I may not be the world's only hero, but that doesn’t mean my absence won’t go unnoticed.”

“I understand,” Hippolyta said, and for a moment there was silence. “You’re friend, Steve Trevor, is he still here?” she asked.

“He is, I am his ride home after all,” Diana said with a smirk.

“We should thank him for freeing you and allowing us to kill Ares once and for all,” Hippolyta said.

“We should,” Diana responded. “What do you have in mind?” she asked.

“Oh, I have something quite special in mind,” the Amazonian Queen said with a grin as she leaned in closer to her daughter, speaking in a hushed tone into her ear.

“Queen Hippolyta?” Steve Trevor asked as he hesitantly entered the royal bedchamber, which had been left untouched during Ares’s brief rule. “Artemis said you wanted to talk… with… me,” Steve’s speech slowed as he walked further into the chamber and came to a sudden halt, staring in surprise at what was before him.

Both Diana and Hippolyta were clad in identical black leather outfits that exposed only their mouths, with only their respective crown and tiara allowing Steve to tell who was who. Around their necks were collars, and held in their hands were the ends of leashes running to the collars.

“Hello Steve,” Diana said with a warm smile. “We thought it would be appropriate to give you a special reward for what you’ve done.”

“Are you sure about this?” Steve asked, his eyes blinking in disbelief.

“Quite sir,” Hippolyta said with a grin. “Now don’t keep your royal plaything waiting,” she said.

“As you say ma’am,” Steve said as he took a hold of Diana and Hippolyta’s leashes and began leading them toward the bed to begin a night of passion and kinky fun.

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