They take you to their leader

Bag over your head and manacles latching a web of chain between your wrists and ankles, you march blindly with two hands grasped hard around both of your arms. The only thing you have to keep you company is the inky darkness within the sack and your hot breath you feel against your face. You feel the sand under your bare feet turn slowly to dirt and then to stoney road as you continue along. Your captors left your trousers back on the beach, so you walk along with your large cock freely swinging atop your balls as you take step after step. You hear the occasional giggle from women and girls alike. The odd lurid moan seems to escape the lips of every few women who pass by. You hear the blonde, Antigone, and the brunette, Samira chat with the occasional passerby.

"Another one drift in from the sea, eh Samira?" one woman says.

"Yeah, and look at the cock on him," another jeers.

"He's going straight to the Queen, this one," Samira replies, jostling you.

"But surely not straight away..." one woman questions. It seems you have drawn a crowd with your large cock open to the world. You feel strange hands and fingertips drift over your flaccid member and start getting erect again immediately. You have no idea where you are, or who these people were. You have no clue as to what's making them act this way, but you think you like it.

And you feel a balm strike you on the bottom of your balls and the white-hot throb courses up from your pelvis to your brain, causing your knees to buckle. Your captors keep you in a strong grip. Antigone laughs. You suspect her to be the source of the smack, but it didn't make you any less hard. You might be in hell after all.

"I'll let you have a go with him for a kiss now and a lick later," you hear from Antigone.

"Oh, Antigone, you are such a jester," the first woman replies.

"Antigone." Samira says. Antigone seems to ignore her.

"I've already had a go. Here, look."

"Oh my, is that a man's cum on your fingers?" the second woman says. You hear a bit of a moan and then sucking. Then you hear kissing and Antigone lets go of your arm. You feel fingers again on your cock and feel a warm breath step close to your face.

"My servant is going to keep your guards busy so we can have some fun," the first woman says. Samira grunts, and then moans and lets go of your arm as well. The woman breathing into your face continues to pump your cock and it swells again. So much attention almost hurts, but all of this makes you so aroused. These women seem to just want to use you over and over again. You feel lucky for your abstinence over your voyage. You worry about what would happen if you started shooting blanks.

You feel the breath leave your face and then lips on your cock. She moans as she sucks on you, getting you wet with her spit. You hear her stand and she grabs your hands and places them on what feels like a bare as. You feel her line her snatch up with your cock, and you squat a little to reach her height. She slides back onto you, and you begin to fuck her standing. She's incredibly tight and moans like a bitch while you fuck her and fuck her. You do your best to enjoy yourself besides the manacles and the bag. You hear Antigone moan only for it to be stifled by the smacking of lips.

The bag helps you get lost in the moment. You do not think you would be so close to cumming if it were not there, as you continue to hear giggling and talking women pass you by as you fuck this woman on the street. A few women stop to whistle and a small crowd cheers you on as you cross the finish line and cum balls deep in this woman's pussy.

She coos as she stands up straight and you stumble back a little. A moment later you hear the lips stop and feel the hands of your guards back around your arms.

"No more stops," Samira says. Antigone just answers with a laugh, but sure enough you do not stop again until you hear a door unlocking and creaking open.

They pull the bag from your face and you blink in the low light around you. Fire smolders in bronze braziers around a table stacked with food. A woman sits on the other side. Easily one of the most beautiful women you have ever seen with jewelry cascading down her hair, kohl lining her eyes, and a large, glimmering jewel sitting between her nearly-bare breast. She wears translucent silks around her body and you can see her nipples stiffen in the cool stone room. But, nothing detracts from her obvious strength. This is a powerful woman.

"Kneel, dog," Samira says, forcing you down onto your knees. "Kneel for Queen Hippolyta V."