Paradise under new management

Today when people think of Themyscira, they think of high rise hotels, casinos, people enjoying themselves on white sand beaches where the clothes are optional and the drinks are on the house. They will think of the luxury airline and trillion dollar companies on the cutting edge of biotechnology, precision manufacturing, military hardware, robotics, and microprocessor design and production to name a few of the industries where Themyscira leads. Before I came along, Themyscira was just "that place where Wonder Woman is from." Now Themyscira is "the third biggest economy on the planet after Atlantis and the USA."

But that did not happen overnight. In those early days of my ownership of the island, life changed very little for the average Amazon. After the announcement that their home was under new ownership, they went back to their barracks and continued on with life as usual, with a few caveats.

Naturally life in the palace changed the fastest. It was where I spent most of my time. Hippolyta as my slave proudly wore her new collar along with her crown and royal jewelry which now included a pair of nipple rings which I forbade her from concealing in my presence. Without any prompting from me, the palace guard and maid servants all went about topless in adoration of their monarch's new fashion. Though I did enjoy myself with the palace servants and the royal guard, I found myself favoring Hippolyta's granddaughter, princess Elizabeth Prince-Trevor, along with general Artemis, one of the few warriors on the island capable of making me break a sweat in the sparing ring, and chief librarian Helena, a woman who actually managed to teach me a thing or two about summoning magic and prognostication. Those three became my personal pets and along with the queen were my closest attendants and primary form of entertainment. Which is not to say that I did not enjoy other women, but before we talk about that, I should probably fill you in on the life of the typical Amazon before I implemented my third round of reforms.

Though some Amazons are refugees from Man's World, and a few are Zeus's daughters, for the most part, when two or more mommy Amazons want to make a new baby Amazon, there is a ritual involving blood, mud wrestling, molding a statue of a girl out of clay, and waiting on a magic beach praying to Zeus to give it the spark of life with his lightning. The overwhelming majority of Amazons have never seen a man in their entire lives. Lives which are measured by centuries.

When an Amazon girl is twenty, she moves from the nursery to her training company where she will learn the ways of the sisterhood, die trying, or chicken out and accept a life as a helot. Amazons stay with their training companies for three centuries as a cadet before being considered ready for the final trials. Only after this final test is the Amazon considered worthy of being accepted as a homoioi.

For an Amazon warrior, the highest honor is being invited to take the place of a fallen sister and join an existing squad and live in their barrack, but for the most part, the new Amazon warriors will form into new squads of twelve and share a barrack. These barracks form the backbone of Amazon society. The sisters are expected to live together, train together, work together, fight together, and die together. For an Amazon her squad is her family.

So while Hippolyta was busy running my kingdom, Princess Lizzie and I would go and make surprise inspections of random barracks. We would show up unannounced and Lizzie would command the warriors to stand at attention while we looked around. They would do their best to stand perfectly still despite the mixture of fear, disgust, anxiety, curiosity, and the occasional arousal that my presence would cause.

"All of you, take off your clothes." The daughter of Wonder Woman would command. The women would obey despite all hesitation, they were too well trained to object to a lawful order. Nudity was hardly taboo on Paradise Island, but these women felt my eyes upon them which brought on emotions these immortal demigoddesses had never felt before. Feelings which became all the more intense as I used my hands to inspect the softness of their skin, the firmness of their asses, the perkiness of their breasts, and the tightness of their unpenetrated pussies.

The sensation of my fingers probing inside of them, tickling their little buttons and the warm, wet feelings which came along with it caused more than a few of the Amazons to squirm. Princess Elizabeth would have those Amazons ordered to report to the whipping post for twenty lashes. "There is no need for that." I would say. "Perhaps a different form of special education is in order." I would remove my tunic and let the Amazons have their first look at a naked man. "Ladies, this is my cock, princess Elizabeth is going to teach you what to do with it." At which point I would either get the girls on their knees or I would lie back on one of the beds and let the princess and her ladies give me the royal treatment.

That was not the only way I got to know my new sub-subjects. Naturally, the secret police was compiling dossiers on the entire Amazon population to build on the extensive public records the militarized society already kept. I ordered my secret police to create a department of procurement whose job it was to select women who would make for excellent entertainment.

The ladies would be escorted by the royal guard to the palace baths where I would be waiting with the queen and her granddaughter. Hippolyta would command the Amazons to strip and join us in the water. The queen and princess would instruct the ladies in how to clean a man using me as their subject. I can never get enough of the faces these gold star lesbians would make when I washed their breasts, teasing their nipples as I would scrub them clean.

After everyone was clean, the real fun would begin. The Amazon women would be brought into the royal bed chamber and commanded to perform. Some of the girls would wrestle, some would perform music, some were dancers, and there was one goth illusionist who created a very trippy light show about Elizabeth's father, how Diana violated a three thousand year prohibition on leaving the island and how her love for him lead her to becoming Wonder Woman.

That, and a lot of naked sun bathing, is how I spent my days on Paradise Island while my intelligence service tried to find my father. "Based on your information. We have compiled dossiers on possible matches." said Sylvia, my head of intelligence before slamming down dozens of files.
"There must be a hundred people here." I exclaimed.
"Ninety four probables with an additional thirty nine possible but unlikelies." She clarified.

"What about the watch?" I asked. "Any leads there?"
"Manufactured in the early twentieth century with indications that original parts have been replaced. It was made in Boston and sold in one of these cities." Sylvia projected a hologram of the globe from her enchanted bracelet with half the major cities in north America highlighted.

I sighed. "Well, at least that narrows down the number of continents I have to search." I knew that this was not going to be easy, but I figured that the list would be no more than five or six men. I did not realize that a quarter of the metahumans on Earth are members of The Justice League.

"Alright. Artemis, Helena. Pack your things. We are going to America."
"Where?" asked Helena.
"Good question." I said as I looked at the map of cities, Metropolis, Gotham, Boston, Gateway, New Orleans, Coast, Central, Keystone, Detroit, Dakota, Chicago, Star, Fawcett, New York, Los Angeles, and Memphis were just a few of the cities that could have been where my father, or one of his ancestors, bought the watch.
"What do you think? Where should we start?" I asked.

(Leave your answer in the comments. Which city does our young new god begin his quest? Which hero is going to have their home town crashed first?)