They take you to their leader

You weren't at all surprised when the blonde approached your spent form with a pair of manacles and shackled them to your wrists while the brunette --you guess her name is Samira-- lied on her back with her pelvis high in the air like the blonde did before. What kind of women were these to do such obscene and rather hot things with your cum as this?

You weren't really surprised when the blonde left you shackled as she walked over to the brunette and said, "I saw you got to have a little fun earlier and thought I might want some of the other side," before she stood over Samira and winked. Samira, with her pelvis still in the air, nodded in affirmation and allowed the blonde to sit on her face.

You weren't surprised when Samira lapped the excess cum out of her friends' pussy. These women were ferocious after all. You've never seen anything like it. So openly sexual. Before too long, the blonde bucked and came hard on Samira's face before standing up and offering a hand to her friend. They shared a laugh and then looked at you.

"What shall we do with him now, Antigone?" Samira said. You guess the blonde's name is Antigone.

You also weren't surprised when Antigone fetched a cloth sack and tied it down over your head. The two women lifted you up and then pushed you along between them. You couldn't see anything through the fabric, but you felt a road suddenly under your feet and almost tripped onto your face. You were held fast by your strong escorts. They were easily as strong as men he served with during the war. They were quite incredible, you thought, as they led you down the street. You never got your trousers back, and so you were then walking down the street with your cock and balls hanging loose and about, still slightly swollen from your earlier encounters. What a sight you must have been.

So, you weren't surprised either when you felt the grip on your right arm slip away followed soon after by fingers gliding over your cock, teasing you and giggling in your ear as you passed by them. You felt one hand grab your cock in full, measuring its heft and girth, before giving an affirmation to your captors. You were property of someone now and free to be used as a ****. If all the women here were as pretty as your captors, you don't think you'd mind being a sex **** here. But then again, your heart pangs for your Alexia. You could feel the heat of your breath on your face as you marched onward.

You again weren't surprised when you stopped suddenly and heard the sounds of a key turning in a lock. You must have been at a door to a place finally. Wherever you're supposed to be, you think you have arrived.

But you are surprised now, you think, as you balk at the woman who stands before you in her private rooms. Surprised by her power, her beauty. Surprised by her graceful and strong body. Surprised by her predatory smile, unlike anything you've seen before. This must be-

"Kneel, dog," Antigone says, forcing you down to your knees with one hand on your shoulder. "Kneel for Queen Hippolyta V."