By Melite
Warning: This story contains scenes of non-consenual sex and/or extreme violence. If you are disturbed by this type of scene or if you are underage, please read something else.
Disclaimer: Hercules/Iolaus/Ares/other characters belong to Universal Studios and Pacific Renaissance and no copyright infringement is intended. The author is just having fun.
As Kitila (keh-TEE-la) headed towards Corinth she could sense a presence in the forest with her. Picking up the pace she starting running but it was useless; he suddenly appeared before her.
"Ares, leave me alone!"
"Oh, but I can’t do that Kitila. You’re next on my list of those who still claim allegiance to that half mortal brother of mine."
"You’ll never have me Ares," she said glaring.
"We’ll see," he said softly chuckling.
Her mortal blood wouldn’t allow him to transfer them to his temple instantly, so he had to take her on horseback. He brought her to a room that held many torture devices. Ares lair. She stood still, staring at a large four poster bed. <Do gods sleep? No silly, they seduce.> Ares took off his sword, and she reached for hers. He waved his hand and her sword disappeared. <This is not going well> He walked towards her, grabbed her wrist and pulled her to one wall that held cuffs and chains. Before she knew it her wrists were bound, hanging against the wall on each side, slightly above her head.
"For your sake, let’s make this quick and painless. Vow your loyalty to me," he said inches away from her face.
<Yegods he’s sexy.> "Never!" she said turning her head away from him.
Putting his finger against her cheek, he turned her head back towards him. "Oh but you will," he declared. He reached for the tie on her vest and slowly pulled on the leather string. <Oh NO> When it came free he dropped it on the floor, her vest hanging open, barely covering her breasts. Grinding his pelvis against hers he whispered hoarsely, "Come my dear, say you’re mine."
She murmured into his chest, "Never."
Pushing away from her he glared, "You will regret that answer," and left.
She was alone. There was no one to see the worry in her eyes.
When he came back he walked to her and uncuffed her wrists, only to cuff them again to a pole in the center of the room. This time her wrists were together slightly above her head, in front of her. Walking in front of her he slowly removed his vest, revealing his muscular hairy chest. <Holy Zeus> She glanced away quickly; he just grinned.
"Shall we get started, my dear?"
"I’m not your dear!", she said through gritted teeth.
"Oh but Kitila, you’re so much more." he replied walking in back of her. Putting his hands lightly on her waist, he said, "My sweet amazon, my worshipper, my love." As he said this his hands lightly trailed across her midriff, tingling her skin, trailing up and stopping under her breasts.
She had closed her eyes and tried to maintain normal breathing. "Never." she squeaked out.
He stepped close, chest touching her back and leaned his head forward so his hot breath blew down on her breasts. Lightly cupping the underside of each breast, he whispered, "You are mine, I want your soul, say it.", all the while trailing hot kisses down the side of her neck. "My passion burns for you Kitila."
"No Ares. You have no passion, only greed for power and control," she said as she turned to bite his ear.
He let go, stepping away. Lowering his head he looked at her through his upper eyelashes. <Now you’ve done it> "You want to play rough, so be it." he snarled. Walking back up behind her he reached around grabbing her breasts roughly and began biting the back of her neck. <Oh damn, NO> Next he began pulling, rubbing and teasing her nipples till she thought would scream, which she did.
"Ares! You low down dog, let me go!"
"Oh I will, as soon as you say you’re mine."
"Never!"
"Ok then." Still biting her neck while one hand fondled a breast, he reached with the other hand and pulled on the leather tie at one side of her skirt. The skirt fell halfway, exposing one side of her tummy. He slid his hand down towards her womanhood and when his fingers found the bud in her fold she leaned her head back against his shoulder, gasping. With her lips parted he seized the opportunity, claiming her mouth and invading it with his tongue. <Don’t give in!> His fingers caused her climax and she slumped against the pole. Taking his tongue out of her mouth he continued to crush her lips with brutal kisses. Tugging, nipping and pressing against her lips he growled out, "Say it Kitila, say it!"
Gasping she said, "You may take my body Ares, <Why do his lips have to be so soft?> but you’ll never have my soul!"
"We shall see about that." he said and walked out.
She turned around and leaned back against the pole. She was alone. There was no one to see the dread in her eyes.
She was dozing the next time he walked back into the room. Jumping slightly she turned and glared at him.
He sat down on a chair in front of her and began to take off his boots.
<Oh gods, you know what that means> (gulp) "Ares, let me go. You’re wasting your time and effort. I’ll never claim my loyalty to you. I belong to HerKuleS."
"Don’t even speak his name in my presence or I’ll put a gag in you, wench!" He stood and walked to her, picking her up by her vest. After ripping both sides of it he pulled it from her body. <Stop making him mad!> Slowly pulling the other tie of her skirt, he looked at her seductively. When it was loose, he let it fall to the floor leaving her naked and flushed. <Oh stop it, you’re NOT attracted to him> He reached around grabbing her bottom, pressed it to him and crushed her lips with his. Spinning her around he placed hot kisses along her shoulder.
Shaking with madness or desire, she wasn’t sure which, she turned and bit his ear. "That does it!" he roared. A scarf appeared and he put it between her teeth tying it in back of her head. He continued to slowly lick a hot trail down her spine while caressing her breasts. <Breathe> Her legs being the only fighting weapon left, she kicked back at him.
Kneeling on his right knee, he placed his left leg between her legs so her right leg braced against his knee and her left leg against his hip. That done he continued his onslaught of kisses and licks. <Don’t faint> Reaching through her legs from behind he plunged his fingers into her womanhood, one hand fondling a breast, while licking the small of her back.
(gasp) <Did I just moan? No, that was a groan of frustration and anger, that’s what it was>
Up and down her spine his lips burned a trail till she thought she was on fire. He reached up, untied the scarf, made her climax while kissing the small of her back and said hoarsely, "Say it Kitila." Peaking she let out a small moan, her knees going limp.
<Oh damn, you did moan> She refused to say anything to him in her shame.
"Refusing to speak? Next time you will scream," then he walked out.
She was alone. She buried her face against her arm, fighting back the tears.
The next time he came in the room, he peeled off his black leather pants leaving him standing there naked, his manhood (godhood?) already hard. <You really know what it means this time> At the sight of her wide eyes, he laughed wickedly. "Play time is over Kitila, it’s confession time." Uncuffing her from the post, he dragged her to the bed and chained each wrist to a bed post.
"No Ares, please don’t do this. I’m begging you."
"Oh yes, I accept your begging, now say what I want to hear." he demanded.
"You know I can’t, and never will. You’ll do this for nothing."
"My dear sweet Kitila, (kissing her lips) I will win, you’ll see."
She thought she was on fire the last time, this time she knew it. Trailing hot kisses and licks over her body, sucking and pulling on her nipples, bringing her to a frenzy. Groaning, she pulled on the chains with all her might. She tossed her head from side to side, as he licked and teased her bud with his tongue. His goatee hairs that tickled her thighs caused a low growling in her throat.
Kissing his way up her body where he nuzzled her neck, then to her ear, he repeated, "Say it, say it, say it."
She in reply repeated, "Never, never, never." His tongue darted out and licked the inside of her ear. Up until then she had been squirming and kicking, now she lay completely still.
To himself he thought, "Oh that’s the ticket." Grinning smugly against her ear, he said, "So you’ll never pledge your loyalty to me, huh?"
"Never!" she spat.
His tongue started its magic, tracing the tunnels of her ear. Tongue dipping in and out, then his teeth nipping on the earlobes. She began whimpering. <You’re lost> He turned her head to the other side and began the same treatment on her other ear. Her body gave in, opened its legs to him, wrapping them around his body. <You’re defeated> With her body open to him he placed the tip of his shaft lightly against her bud and teased, rubbing lightly, back and forth, up and down. <You’re doomed> When he had her mewling like a helpless kitten he growled, "Say it Kitila, say it!" She squeezed her eyes shut and screamed, "Damn you Ares, I hate you!"
"That’s not what I want to hear!" he roared back. His tool throbbed, aching to enter her hot sheath.
"I’M YOURS ARES! I YIELD MY LOYALTY TO YOU! I’m yours," she screamed defeated, the last two words a whisper.
He threw back his head, roared his victory and plunged deep into her. She screamed at the pain but he covered her mouth with his, plunging his tongue in rhythm with his member. What followed was raw animal lust for him, conquering his victim, while she tried to hang on to her sanity at the sensations flooding her body. Panting and groaning, they climaxed, spasms overtaking her body, him spilling his seed.
Sedated, he lay on his back and she lay facing away from him on her side, hugging herself; having been released of the chains. <Oh what have you done?> So disgusted with her weakness and what had just happened, she became nauseated. Getting up she found the nearest bucket and vomited.
Leaning on an elbow Ares laughed, "Not as strong as you thought you were?"
"No Ares, just disgusted with you." she replied glaring murderously at him.
Clicking his tongue he said, "Now Kitila, you know you enjoyed that, you begged me for it after all." <No, you could’nt have> He dressed, walked to the door, turned and looked triumphantly at her, "You’re mine now, heart, body and soul." Laughing wickedly as he left, she leaned her head against the wall and hugged her knees to her chest.
"You’re wrong Ares. You ravished my body, you didn’t win my soul." She tried to make excuses for her weakness, ‘he’s not a mortal man,’ ‘he’s a god after all,’ ‘there’s no way you could physically over take him,’ but they all sounded weak in the end.
"It’s not your fault, he’s the master of seduction."
She jerked her head around but no one was there. She was alone. There was no one there to see the tears that rolled down her face. <HerKuleS, help me>
The end?