Diana's consciousness returned slowly, like a tide rolling back to reveal the shore. After what felt like an eternity, her eyes fluttered open. She saw the familiar carved wooden ceiling above her.
This… this is my room.
She sat up slightly, taking in her surroundings. She was clean, her armor freshly polished, her skin free of dirt and battle marks. For a moment she wondered if what had happened earlier had been nothing but a bad dream.
Her instincts told her otherwise.
She turned her head—and froze. Sitting casually in a chair not far away, smiling faintly at her, was Jack Kadere.
This was no dream.
Diana's eyes narrowed and she lunged forward—but before she could take two steps, a length of glowing golden rope whipped in from the side, coiling around her body with uncanny precision.
The moment it touched her, a searing, almost burning sensation surged through her muscles. Her strength faltered, her knees buckled, and she dropped to the floor, helpless.
The Lasso of Truth.
She turned her head sharply, her eyes locking onto Artemis, clad in her silver Amazonian battle armor, holding the rope taut.
"Artemis… why?!" Diana's voice was heavy with disbelief and anger.
"I won't let you harm my Master," Artemis replied, her tone cold and unreadable.
Diana shifted her glare to Jack. "What have you done?"
Jack didn't answer her question directly. "Hippolyta and Antiope are still alive," he said evenly. "So I'll ask again—will you forgive me? I'm… very interested in you, Diana. You're a demigod with a body forged for battle, strength beyond most mortals. I wonder… what's the difference between a woman and a goddess?" His lips curled faintly. "If you forgive me, perhaps we can try something like… dating. And if you agree, I might even help you kill Ares."
Her answer was immediate. "Impossible." Her jaw was set, her eyes full of defiance.
"I understand," Jack said, not sounding particularly surprised. He rose from his chair, extending his hand toward Artemis. She silently handed over the Lasso of Truth.
"You can go," he told her. "Make sure no one interrupts us."
"Yes." Artemis hesitated only a moment before lowering her head and walking out, shutting the door behind her.
Jack studied Diana for a moment, twirling the Lasso loosely in his hands. "First time I've really played with this," he remarked. "I should have practiced on Helena first. If I leave you with an… unforgettable scar from this, well, I'll consider it a point of pride."
Diana's eyes widened. "What are you going to do?"
"Achieve my goal," Jack said simply. "More directly."
If there was no path toward reconciliation, then perhaps the path of open opposition was the only one left. Diana was one of the legendary "Trinity" of the Justice League, a symbol of equality and strength. To break her will would be an accomplishment—one Jack clearly found tempting.
With a soft chuckle, he gave the Lasso a flick. Diana was yanked off her feet, thrown onto the bed. Jack followed in a swift motion.
Diana tried to twist away, but the Lasso looped around her again, its golden light pulsing. Even without the Lasso's truth-compelling power, Jack's control of the rope was unnervingly precise. Her body was immobilized in a way even her own rope-work had never achieved.
Her eyes blazed. "You… you mean to force me to bear your children?"
Jack actually paused at that, then laughed. "Who said anything about children?"
"Don't lie to me. I've read enough about the outside world," Diana said, her voice cutting. "In human reproduction… the moment of pleasure for a man is fleeting."
The mood in the room shifted unexpectedly.
Jack blinked. "That's… quite the observation." His grin widened. "Ah… the Lasso. It's forcing you to answer honestly."
...
Jack's gaze traveled down Diana's body, taking in every inch of her toned, muscular form. Her abs were a thing of wonder, each individual muscle clearly defined, like a sculpture carved from marble. Her thighs were thick and powerful, honed by years of training and combat. And between them... Jack could feel his cock harden at the mere thought of her tight, untouched pussy.
"Diana," he began, his voice low and dangerous, "You're right about one thing. I do want to break your will. But I want to do it in a way that will leave you begging for more."
Her eyes flashed with defiance, but Jack could see the flicker of curiosity and nervousness hidden beneath. He leaned in closer, his hand tracing a path down her stomach, feeling her muscles quiver under his touch.
"You're a virgin, aren't you, Diana?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. She tried to reply, but the Lasso tightened, forcing her to nod instead.
Jack smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Good. That means I get to teach you everything. Show you everything you've been missing."
He began to untie the Lasso, his fingers working deftly, freeing her arms and legs. Diana tensed, preparing to fight back, but Jack was quicker. He pinned her wrists above her head, his knees pressing down on her thighs, rendering her completely helpless.
"Not so fast, little Amazon," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers. "We're just getting started."
He sat back, his hands roaming her body, exploring every contour, every curve. Diana squirmed underneath him, her breath coming in short gasps as he traced patterns on her skin, igniting nerve endings she didn't even know she had.
Jack paused at the waistband of her pants, his fingers hooking underneath, toying with the edge. Diana's breath hitched, her eyes locked on his as she waited for his next move. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste the skin just above her pants, feeling her tremble under his touch.
Slowly, painstakingly, Jack began to peel off her pants, inch by inch, revealing more and more of her toned legs, her smooth skin, her untouched pussy. Diana's breath came in ragged gasps, her body tensing as she braced herself for his touch.
Jack didn't disappoint. He traced the seam of her pussy with his fingers, feeling the heat and wetness building there. Diana gasped, her back arching as he found her clit, circling it with his thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure.
"You like that, don't you, Diana?" he growled, his voice laced with dominance. She nodded, her eyes squeezed shut, lost in the sensation.
Jack continued to tease her, his fingers exploring her folds, dipping inside her, feeling her tighten around him. He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.
Diana moaned, her hips bucking as she chased his touch, seeking more friction, more pressure. Jack obliged, his fingers curling inside her, finding that spot that made her scream.
"You're so tight, Diana," he murmured, his voice ragged with desire. "So fucking tight. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock."
He removed his fingers, leaving Diana whimpering and empty. She opened her eyes, watching as he undid his pants, freeing his hardened length. Her eyes widened, taking in his size, uncertainty flickering across her features.
Jack noticed her hesitation, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Don't worry, Diana. I'll go slow. At first."
He positioned himself at her entrance, feeling her stretch around him as he pushed forward, inch by agonizing inch. Diana gasped, her nails digging into his back as she adjusted to his size.
Jack paused, giving her time to adapt before pushing forward again, filling her completely. Diana cried out, her body tensing as he began to move, setting a steady rhythm that had her gasping and moaning with each thrust.
He dominated her, his body moving with a precision and control that left Diana breathless. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as she neared the edge. Jack noticed, his hand finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts.
"Come for me, Diana," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "Show me how much you fucking love this."
Diana shattered, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her. Jack followed her over the edge, his cock throbbing inside her as he came undone.
He collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in time. Diana lay beneath him, her body limp and sated, her will finally broken.
Jack rolled off her, his hand cupping her cheek as he looked into her eyes. "Welcome to the dark side, Diana. I think you're going to enjoy it here."
Jack's hand on Diana's cheek turned into a grip, his fingers tangling in her hair as he forced her head to the side, exposing her neck. He leaned in, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh, marking her. Diana gasped, her body tensing at the sudden roughness, but Jack didn't let up. He bit harder, drawing blood, before soothing the wound with his tongue.
"Jack... what are you doing?" Diana panted, her voice laced with pain and confusion.
Jack chuckled darkly, his hand trailing down her body, squeezing her breast roughly before moving lower, cupping her pussy possessively. "I'm claiming you, Diana. Making you mine in every way possible."
He flipped her onto her belly, his hands pushing her legs apart, exposing her ass and pussy to him. Diana tried to resist, to push back, but Jack was ready. He grabbed the Lasso, wrapping it around her wrists, binding them tightly behind her back.
"No, Jack... please..." Diana begged, her voice echoing with the truth-compelling power of the Lasso.
Jack ignored her, his hands roaming her body, squeezing her ass cheeks, spreading them apart to reveal her tight, puckered hole. Diana gasped, her body tensing as Jack circled the sensitive spot with his finger.
"Have you ever been taken here, Diana?" Jack asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Diana shook her head, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "No... never..."
Jack smirked, his finger pressing against her asshole, pushing in just enough to make her gasp. "Well, you're about to have your first time."
He spat on his fingers, rubbing the saliva against her tight ring before pushing inside, feeling her stretch around him. Diana cried out, her body tensing as Jack began to move his finger, fucking her ass with slow, steady strokes.
Diana squirmed, trying to escape the invasive sensation, but Jack held her in place, his other hand gripping her hip tightly. "Stop fighting it, Diana. You're going to take everything I give you, and you're going to love it."
He added another finger, stretching her further, preparing her for what was to come. Diana moaned, her body tensing as she felt the pleasure building despite herself.
Jack withdrew his fingers, leaving Diana whimpering and empty. She felt the head of his cock pressing against her asshole, and she panicked. "No, Jack... please... not there..."
Jack ignored her pleas, pushing forward, feeling her stretch around him as he filled her completely. Diana screamed, her body tensing as Jack began to move, setting a brutal pace that had her crying out with each thrust.
"You're so fucking tight, Diana," Jack growled, his hand gripping her hip, using it for leverage as he slammed into her. "So fucking perfect. I could fuck you forever."
Diana whimpered, her body tense as she struggled to adapt to the sensation. Jack reached around, his hand finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Despite herself, Diana could feel the pleasure building, her body responding to his touch.
"Tell me you love it, Diana," Jack commanded, his voice ragged with desire. "Tell me how much you fucking love getting fucked in the ass."
Diana shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "No... I can't... I won't..."
Jack gripped the Lasso tighter, forcing her head up, exposing her truth to him. "Say it, Diana. Say you fucking love it."
Diana's voice rang out, clear and true, filled with the power of the Lasso. "I fucking love it, Jack. I love getting fucked in the ass. It feels so fucking good."
Jack smirked, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, as he chased his own release. Diana's body tensed, her orgasm ripping through her, making her scream his name.
With a final, brutal thrust, Jack came undone, his cock throbbing inside her as he filled her ass with his hot cum. He collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in time.
Diana lay beneath him, her body limp and sated, her will completely broken. Jack rolled off her, his hand cupping her cheek as he looked into her eyes.
"Good girl, Diana," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You've learned your first lesson. There's so much more I want to teach you."
Eventually, Jack reeled in the Lasso and let it slip from her body. Diana didn't hesitate—she sprang to her feet, fury in her eyes.
"I will kill you!"
"I know, I know—you've told me that plenty of times already." Jack was already pulling his shirt back on, his tone casual. "But before you try, think. Can you kill me here and now, instantly? If not… think about your sisters. Think about Themyscira."
He stepped toward the door, his words slow and deliberate. "I'll be here for a while. I'll give you one challenge a day. If you win, I'll leave, and everyone on the island will be free. But if you lose…" He smirked faintly. "…then you'll stay with me. And maybe—just maybe—we revisit that children idea."
The suggestion made him chuckle at his own audacity.
"I'll challenge you now," Diana snapped, glaring at him.
"I'm tired," Jack said, waving her off. "We'll start tomorrow."
Fully dressed, Jack slung the Lasso of Truth over his shoulder, opened the door, and stepped into the corridor. Artemis stood guard outside, perfectly still and attentive.
"Take me to Queen Hippolyta's chambers. I need to rest," Jack ordered.
"Yes," Artemis replied at once, leading him away.
Hippolyta's quarters weren't far from Diana's; it was only a short walk. When they arrived, Jack looked around with a satisfied nod. "Not bad. Get me something to eat, and keep watch for any strangers showing up on the island."
"Yes," Artemis said again, then hesitated. "What about Diana… should she be locked up?"
"No need," Jack said with a smirk. "Explain things to her clearly… and you'll be joining me tonight."
Artemis froze, the meaning sinking in. "Joining" him—like Diana had?
"You're unwilling?" Jack asked sharply when she didn't answer.
"No, my Master," she quickly said, lowering her head.
"Then go," Jack waved her off and stretched out on the bed.
Once outside, Artemis made sure food was prepared and sent to him. She also ordered extra patrols to watch the island for any intruders. But before returning to Jack, she slipped back to her own home.
There, resting on her table, was a sword.
The God-Killer Sword—an ancient Amazonian weapon, said to be capable of slaying the God of War himself.
It had been kept in the tower alongside the Lasso of Truth, but when Artemis fetched the Lasso earlier, she had taken the sword as well.
If Jack Kadere truly was a god… perhaps this weapon was the only thing that could end him.