Humiliation

"Strip, dog," Hippolyta says, snapping her fingers. You don't move, but her she scares you with an unflinching glare.

Looking down, you unstrap your light armor, letting it fall to the ground. You pull your shirt off, but as you reach for your pants you are interrupted by snickering from Anastasia.

"What?" you ask. "What'd I do?"

"Oh, nothing," the soldier chuckles. "I've just never seen a 'warrior' with such small muscles!"

Blushing, you try and ignore her as you pull down your pants, leaving you exposed in your tight underwear, your dirty and sweaty body shivering under the gaze of the lovely warrior women.

"I was wrong," Hippolyta sneers. "You are no dog. Dogs have the dignity to keep themselves clean. You? You are a pig."

You blush even deeper, looking down as you cover your crotch with your hands. This was a bad idea, why did you do agree to this...

Hippolyta approaches you, and you flinch back, but she grabs your wrists, pulling your hands away from your crotch. Anastasia moves behind you, yanking down your underwear. Hippolyta picks them up, and shoves them into your mouth!

You protest and try to spit them out, but she slaps you. "It's your filth, piggy, suck it clean!"