Crime and Punishment

I entered the room Hylla was being kept. "Damn." I said. If she looked like a mess before the cum cake affair, she looks like utter trash now. Yesterday, after I released her to eat the cake, I had her tied back before even five minutes had passed. Apparently she cried when the what was left of the cake was cleaned off the floor.

And here she was now, naked and tied back to the wall. Cum and cake still covered parts of her body that she was unable to reach. The dead eyes set in her tear stricken face stared longingly at the spot in the floor where the cake fell.

"Wow you look like a real mess." I exclaimed.

Silence, as she kept staring.

I stepped closer to the former queen. The stale smell of sweat, old cum and chocolate wafted from her body. "I can always give you more, you know."

Hylla's eyes lightened up with greed and desperation. "You can?"

"Of course. On one condition."

"Anything." Hylla croaked. Her tied up legs began to rub against each other in anticipation.

"Swear an oath of loyalty on River Styx."

Hylla hesitated. Broken as she was, she still remembered how binding such an oath was. So I decided to motivate her a bit. Putting my hand on her head, I took a strand of her black hair, clumped together with a dried up patch of cum. Using the strand of hair, I stroked her chin, and Hylla's nostrils widened.

"And this is just old stuff." I said. "Imagine how many loads of cum would pass through your slutty throat, if you just gave up this foolish fight."

I think that might have been what finally broke the former queen. "Yes! I don't care anymore! Just give me your cum! PLEASE!"

"My sluts call me master." I said.

Hylla looked at me with her dimmed eyes. "Please give me your cum master. I'll do anything you say."

I smiled and jammed the clump of hair into her mouth.

The throne room of the Amazons were as gaudy, tasteless and over the top as the Amazons themselves were. Inlaid entirely with gold and filled with jewels, with the loot of a thousand wars proudly displayed. Well, it used to anyway. Everything of value and beauty in the throne room, as well as the rest of the queendom, was stripped and getting loaded into vehicles that would move them beck to Camp Half-Blood. Slaves don't need gold after all. The only thing of opulence that was left was the throne itself. A heavy, magnificently carved oak chair, painted gold, though the rubies that were once set in it had been taken out and loaded with the rest.

And sitting on the throne was Queen Hylla herself. She looked like her usual self from a distance, wearing her usual black outfit and the symbol of Amazonian monarchy, the belt of Hippolyta. But when you get near to her, you begin to see some new stuff. The ordeals of the past couple of days had made Hylla thinner and paler. But with my tinkering in her head having been solidified with her oath, and a fresh dose of cum down her throat this morning had made the dead-eyed look go. Now, as I stood beside the throne, she would often look at me, adoring eyes and a blushing face, giggle and look away. Yes. Hylla is completely gone now.

Taking my eyes off Hylla, I looked ahead. The back of the throne room was filled with about fifty men in orange jumpsuits, the slaves that were being kept by the Amazons. One of the first thing I did after conquering the Amazons was to see what was their deal. I divided them into three groups based on how they ended up here. The smallest group, about 15 men, were those who were stupid enough to insult the Amazons and ended up here. Somewhere around 30 or so were prisoners of war; demigods who fought against the gods during the Second Titan War and Gaia's Uprising. The rest, about 70 or so were... well simps. There was no other way to describe them. Those who have heard about the system of male servitude in the queendom of Amazons and had voluntarily joined it. After taking oaths by the River Styx from them on not telling anyone what happened here, I kicked them out in disgrace. The rest fifty or so men were now milling around the back of the throne room.

And there eyes now rested on the Amazons who were being led into the room. Having being tied down for the past couple of days, they stumbled while walking, causing their uncovered tits to jiggle deliciously. After Arty's little show yesterday, all of there minds were completely broken, and now they looked around with wide, empty eyes, hungrily staring at anything and everything around them that they could imprint upon and build their new personalities. And oh boy aren't I gonna give them something.

Once all the Amazons had been herded in and sat on the floor, my closest and most loyal soldiers, Jason and my sluts, climbed the raised dais and stood behind the throne. They were all wearing collars to show that they were my property, though there were differences among them. Annabeth, as my girlfriend, and Reyna and Piper as my sluts, were wearing the slutty uniforms that I had introduced. Hazel and Thalia, as my slaves, were completely naked except for their collars. Artemis too was wearing something similar, but as my pet she crawled where others walked. Suddenly, I realized that this is the first time that all my whores are at the same place together.

Before I could really enjoy the glorious sight however, Hylla stood up and started the final hour of the Amazons. "My warriors!" she said, trying to sound serious, but failing, though the Amazons didn't even probably recognize it. "As you know, our queendom recently fell to Raj, the glorious conqueror and all-powerful ruler of Camp Half-Blood. I now officially surrender to him."

Standing in front of me, Hylla unclasped Hippolyta's belt, the symbol of her authority. Going down on both knees, she raised her hands and offered it to me. When I picked it up, Hylla bent her head and kissed both my shoes, in front of all her former warriors and slaves. I tossed the belt at Jason, knowing that he would store it in one of the trucks. Just one more piece of swag in my growing collection.

Hylla wasn't done yet. Standing up, she once more looked at the Amazons. "I have also been in contact with our patron goddess, Artemis, who has given me a new mission in life. And so she will do to you."

With a nod from me, Arty stood up and came to the front of the dais, her silver glowing body highlighting the wetness of her cunt. The Amazons looked at her with greedy eyes. They desperately needed something to build their new personalities on, and here was a figure that there former selves treated with utmost respect, about to give them a mission.

"Amazons!" Arty said, her voice reverberating through the hall. "My warriors! My poor, dumb warriors! Long ago, you took upon yourselves a mission, to protect women and slay monsters. And when you asked, I gladly gave you my blessing. But now everything has changed. We now have a man," she said, stressing the word which the Amazons once despised, "to do these things, and protect you. So I order you to lay down your arms and do what women are supposed to do, serving the superior sex." Arty turned towards me and gave her most sultry smile. "And me and your former queen will now demonstrate how to do it on your new king."

Arty knelt at my feet. "Whatever you say master, your humble sluts will obey."

The hungry eyes of the Amazons now fell on me. I smiled. Walking pass Hylla, I sat down on the throne of the Amazons. It was as uncomfortable as it was ugly. Still, it had a good view of everything going on below. When I unzipped my pants and took my dick out, a gasp of surprise went throughout the hall.

Smiling at Arty, I waved my dick around. She eagerly stepped forward and knelt in front of the door. The former goddess spat into her hand, which then moved up and down my dick. Lifting my dick, Arty pressed her face to my ballsack and began to lick my sweat, which she loved almost as much as her own cunt juice.

"Uh... master?" Hylla asked, her face red. She hasn't quite gotten used to my title. "May I... help my fellow ****-sister?"

"What was that?" I asked, grinning, my hands behind my head as a goddess sucked my cock. "Are you saying you wanna stuff your face with my balls like this slut?"

The red faced slut nodded enthusiastically.

"Maybe later. Why don't you take off those clothes first? Whores don't need clothes."

Hylla agreed completely, taking off her clothes with gusto. Her good sized breasts were tipped with large, light brown nipples, and when I asked her to twirl around, her buttocks jiggled fabulously.

"Good. But you have to show the crowd what you are offering me."

"Wha-?"

"Stand in front of me."

Hylla did so facing me, giving the her former subjects a good view of her naked ass. Arty, oblivious to her surroundings, continued to drool on my cock.

"On all fours." I said. "That's right. Now spread your legs. Wider. Yes, give the people a good look at that cunt of yours."

Hylla obeyed silently, half shy, half delighted.

"Now, I want you to take one hand and spread your cunt as much as possible. Then, put a finger inside it. When all five are inside, I'll know that you are able to handle me."

As she was facing me, I couldn't see much that was going around in her cunt, but her priceless expression made up for that, mortified yet very willing. And when one finger slowly went inside, Hylla bit her bottom lip and gave out a low moan.

Seeing this, my horniness went over the roof. Putting both my hands on Arty's raven coloured hair, I pressed her face as far down my dick as it would go. And in their secluded corner, I saw that the rest of my whores had got in on the action as well. Annabeth, Piper and Reyna had discarded their own clothes as well and now all my whores had started to touch themselves, hands trailing softly over breasts and fingers slowly entering their pussies. Annabeth, as my girlfriend, had free access of my other sluts as long as I'm in the vicinity, and now she went over to Hazel. Putting her hands around Hazel's collar, Annabeth dragged the **** to her spot. My girlfriend then widened her legs, and jammed Hazel's head in between them. Hazel began to munch dutifully, her dark brown skin contrasting nicely with Annabeth's cream coloured thighs.

I could have cummed then and there and be happy for it, if Hylla hadn't spoken up first. "Done... master!" she said, her face now completely blotched with red. A puddle has emerged on the floor between her legs, and as her fist went in and out of her cunt by making the lewdest noise possible, drops of her cunt juice splattered on to the faces of the nearest Amazons, who looked on with rapt attention.

I stood up from the throne, gently kicking the moon goddess aside. "Turn around! I ordered.

Hylla now faced the crowd, presenting me with her backside. Even with jamming five fingers in, her virgin cunt seemed only slightly ok size for my dick. When has that ever stopped me before? I thought grinning. Then I plunged into her, moist warmth wrapping around my dick.

"Oh fuck!" Hylla screamed, her back arching. I used the moment to grope around until my hand found a heavy breast, which I then squeezed mercilessly. Arty, who was drinking Hylla's puddle earlier, finished it now and put her head between the spot where my dick met Hylla's cunny to lap whatever juices fell out. I could feel my ballsack hitting her chin.

"Reyna!" I shouted. She was beside me in an instant. "Yes daddy?"

"Go front of Hylla," I grunted. "All fours."

When Reyna did so, I thought I was seeing double for a split second. Two nearly identical sibling asses, one in front of the other. I put my hand behind Hylla's head and slammed it into her sister's ass. No words were needed, and in a few seconds, Reyna herself began to moan as her asshole got a treatment of a life from her sister.

I bent low on Hylla, my dick exploring the deepest part of her as my hand twisted her nipples. My mouth was close to her ears, the only part in her face not covered by her sister's butt cheeks. "This what you are slut. What you always will be. Always and forever." Then I cummed deep inside her.

It took me some seconds to stand up and regain my senses. Hylla was writhing on the floor with an orgasm, Reyna and Arty fighting over the cum spilled on the floor. I climbed down the dais and wiped my wet cock on the hair of a random Amazon. Then I looked at the men in orange jumpsuits, and addressed them directly for the first time. "Well?" I asked grinning. "What are you waiting for?" I swept my hands at the former Amazons.

A stunned silence among the men, though the former Amazons seemed quite welcoming, ready to carry out there 'new mission.' Then, with a sudden roar, they fell among the Amazons, claiming this one or that. The throne room of the Amazons began to fill with their moans as they got fucked over (quite literally) by their former slaves.

A few hours later, I was sitting on the Amazon throne once more. The throne room didn't look like it had an orgy earlier today at all. Once the fucking was done, I had the naked, sweaty, exhausted Amazons clean up the entire hall. And they have done an admirable job out of it. And now the trials had started, with me on the throne acting as the judge while Hylla was at my feet sucking my cock.

Of course, with the Amazons now being a bunch of mind broken, fucked up sluts, they freely admitted to all the accusations they were charged with. Then, several of the men spoke up, saying how bad life was under the Amazons. Afterwards, I gave my verdict: not only were the former slaves now free men, each were to select two Amazons to be their slaves for the rest of their lives. A gasp came from the crowd when I proclaimed that, but I didn't really mind losing some ugly to mildly ok looking women, when I had my own sexy ones. I even allowed the men to settle in the former queendom of Amazons, if they swore their loyalty to me by River Styx first. I didn't cast down the Amazons just to have some potential rivals take their place. The oaths took care of that.

Finally Hylla's turn came. She was so dedicated to my cock that I had to point out that it was her name that was called out.

"Oh. Alright." Hylla giggled, gave a final kiss to the tip of my dick and climbed down the dais before facing me again. She looked bizarre and pathetic, half naked and half garbed in royal attire with a line of spit hanging down from her chin. I had Piper continue to suck me off and proceeded with the trial.

Hylla too accepted all the charges laid before her. Afterwards however she added "And I will pay for my crimes for the rest of my life by serving master will all three of my holes, or in any other way you wish."

I laughed. "But your punishment is the exact opposite of that. You will never touch me again."

Now that surprised everyone. "But master-" Hylla began to say, tears in her eyes.

I cut her off. "You have accepted guilty of the extremely blasphemous act of going against the superior sex. Do you really want to argue with me on this?" I thundered.

Hylla shut up, but looked broken all over again.

"Jason," I called out. He came in front of the throne and knelt. "Like my sluts, you have been most loyal to me. But unlike with them, I can't reward you with sex." I raised my hand at Hylla. "This is my reward to you."

"Oh. Your Majesty. Thank you. I'm flattered and all, but I have a girlfriend."

I looked down at his girlfriend, who was now using her great tits to pleasure me as well as her mouth. "What do you say Pipes?"

Piper took her mouth off my dick and took a deep breath before looking at her boyfriend. "Go for it Jace. Seriously, I don't mind. It's not like you could do much with her anyway." Piper said, not cruelly, but completely sincerely and lovingly.

Jason still looked hesitant, but he obeyed. Climbing down the dais he took Hylla by the leash, looking like he was almost afraid of her.

While I cummed down Piper's throat, I reflected on how much of a success the trial was. The news of it would travel to all my subjects. Hearing how I dealt with the former slaves would make them even more loyal knowing how generous I am, and hearing about my harsh punishment of Hylla would make the already ultra loyal subjects even more **** to go against me. Fear, love and admiration is a good combination.

Once the blowjob was done, I stood up. Hazel came to me, carrying a long torch with green flames at the end; Greek fire, though controlled by Hazel's magic to not be as violent as it usually is. Picking up the torch, I touched it's burning tip to the throne, which immediately caught fire. A huge cheer among my followers as my conquest of the Amazons became completed. The cheer was picked up by the former slaves of the Amazons, and then the Amazons themselves, not knowing or not caring that the last symbol of their independence is going up on flames.