Princess Chrisia Eikone, virgin heir to the throne.

The witch Bizia walks away from the table into the shadows of the edge of the room. A door opens and you hear the raven hair torturer say, “He is ready.”

When your bonds refuse to give after another quick test, you shake your head, trying to lessen the effects of Bizia's strange ritual which has so excited your body. If you can keep a level head, maybe you can find some avenue of escape.

Two figures approach the table, one behind the other, entering into the light. The figure behind you know, the sadistic priestess of Hecate. In front of her is the first woman slated to rape you, a tall blonde wearing a fine linen above the knee skirt with golden trim and a matching sleeveless midriff shirt.

“By the gods!” You mutter in awe as you look upon the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. “It's Venus herself.”

Bizia rolls her eyes in disgust at your comments while cordially bowing to the young woman. “Your Royal Highness, Crown Princess Chrisia Eikone, adopted Daughter of Queen Marpesia, Heir to the Amazonian Queendom, Blessed of Athena, Aphrodite and Artemis, it is my pleasure to present her Majesty's gift to you on your eighteen birthday, and the honor to be first to make offering during this sacred Festival.

You cannot help but stare. Many a pretty wench have you known, and bedded, but none can compare to this figure of womanhood that stands before you now. Her whole body is one of impossible contradictions. Long shoulder length hair of spun gold frames her classical facial features of high cheek bones, full inviting lips and eyes of deep sky blue that convey innocence, intelligence and raw sexuality. Her skin is without blemish, a flawless cream, yet with a pleasant healthy tan. Her figure is voluptuous yet athletic, buxom yet toned, curvaceous yet thin. Through the material of her shirt you can see that she wears no undergarment for support, yet her breasts are full, firm and soft and by far the largest you have ever seen on a woman with such a thin waist. Her abdomen is toned yet her hips are full with two tightly sculpted rounded ass cheeks from which descend long shapely legs.

“So this is the man I am to lay with?” The princess' voice is as pure and alluring has her eyes.

“Yes your highness, you're to ride him like a prized stallion.”

She steps next to the table and gazes down at you. “He is very handsome, with the fine body of a great the warrior, but I like best his eyes.” Even her scent is enticing, for her perfume has the faint memory of a clear spring morning. “They are strong, noble and yet kind.”

“Of course your mother would only select the best for you, your highness.” Taking your sight only briefly off this sheer definition of beauty, you notice that Bizia's, who stands behind the princess, facial expressions are one of contempt and maybe even jealously.

The princess looks down at your erect manhood. “I have never seen a naked man before.” The gorgeous blonde states. “What's that thing that sticks out of him?” She asks in a chaste way. “Why does it quiver so when I draw near?”

“Surely have seen the male organ on an animal or watched them copulate?” The Bizia responds with a incredulous tone.

“My beloved mount Tacheía is a mare.” Chrisia explains, “And I confess I have never spent much time among the farms, my mother preferred I focused on my studies in the palace libraries.”

“Oh course.” Bizia rolls her eyes. “The long hard shaft is called a penis. The two round sacks are called the scrotum. In order to copulate you must insert his penis into your vagina and gyrate about so as to stimulate and excite this male so that he will give forth his seed into you.”

“I have never done such a thing before.” A concerned look comes across Princess Chrisia's face, “It is hard to excite a man?”

“Well, princess.” Bizia sighs. “As you can plainly see this man is already quite excited, thanks to my labors, but I have no doubt you'll be able to finish the job.”

“Oh, so that is why it's so thick and large?” The princess looks closer.

“Yes.” Bizia nods. “Besides this Roman is more well endowed than most men.”

“Ah, so this is a penis of a warrior?”

“Something like that.” Bizia puts her forehead into her palm and shakes her head.

“Why must he be bound?” The princess turns her attention back to your other head. “It doesn't seem right. Shouldn't the offering to Aphrodite be one of joy and consent?”

“You question the goddess and our sacred traditions?” Bizia retorts coldly.

“Oh no, not at all.” Chrisia shakes her head nervously. I mean no offense. May the goddess hear my prayers of repentance.”

“Indeed.” The witch sneers. “It is the way we Amazons take men; On their backs, defeated, to be used for our pleasure. He is here to give forth his seed and nothing else.” Bizia produces a large leather strap. “I will gag him so you may begin your highness.”

“No gag.” The statuesque blonde waves off the witch. “There will be no need.” She looks at you with affection. “I sense his soul, and I trust in Aphrodite's provision, this man will not hurt me.”

Bizia gives an exasperated sigh. “Then let us begin princess, there is a growing line of your sisters who await their turn when you have finished.”

“Oh course.” Chrisia nods. “My apologizes for all my questions. What must I do?”

“Remove your loin cloth, mount him if he were a horse, and I will guide him into position.”

Reaching up and under her skirt the Princess of the Amazons drops her loin cloth to the floor. She then bends down and touches your cheek. “I praise thee great Aphrodite for proving me with such a magnificent vessel to worship you with. We humbly offer our bodies onto you and pray that what we are about to do is pleasing in our sight and in accordance with your ways.”

Chrisia gives you a quick tender kiss and a reassuring smile, then gracefully slides onto the table and straddles herself above you in a kneeling position.

Reaching over the table from behind the princess, Bizia grabs your shaft and forcefully aligns your cock underneath Chrisia's skirt. Though you give a brief groan at the witch's touch you never lose sight of the blonde goddess hovering above you.

“Now lower yourself your highness,” the priestess Bizia instructs, “and make your offering.”