Willing submit to be their sex .

Though it galls you to surrender to any foe, let alone a woman, you see little choice. If debasing yourself for two weeks will gain the freedom of your men, and allow you to report back to the colony, then you will trust yourself into Athena's providence. Besides, there are worse fates than to be fucked by dozens of women.

“Let my men go free,” you barter, “and I will do all that you demand freely in all subservience.”

The Queen weighs your words and then calls out, “Bizia, does the Etruscan speak truth?”

The white part of the eyes of the woman half in shadow briefly become brighter, highlighting her hazel bronze pupils. “Yes, my queen. His soul is easy to read, and for man he is honorable. He will keep his word.”

“I will release a quarter of your men as a sign of good faith.” The Queen retorts. “The rest will be release only after you have fulfilled your service.”

“I agree.” You nod thinking this is the best possible deal you will get and thus you condemn yourself to become the amazon's sex ****.

“Good, then release him.” The matriarch orders.

Two guards, who were completely in the shadows behind you, step forward and release you from the bondage table. As you rub your hands you stand before the queen without fear.

“Male slaves are not permitted clothing.” The Queen states without any hint of arousal. “Strip ****.”

Taking off your loin cloth and placing it on the table, you strip yourself bare for full inspection by your new owner.

“He certainly is hung like a stallion.” The woman in the shadows purrs with amusement.

“Quiet, priestess.” The Queen silences her advisor. “I will not tolerate your wicked deviance in our presence.” Looking at you Marpesia demands, “Do you admit your defeat, Etruscan?”

“Yes, your majesty. You have vanquished me and my men and thus I pledge my obedience to your person.” You focus on the words and your present duty.”

“Invoke the goddess and give your obeisance, ****.”

“My the eternal goddess, Pallas Athena, I publicly confess my servitude to your majesty. I will do whatever you command giving my mind, soul and body to whatever you order.” You pause for a brief moment before finishing, “I am your ****, Mistress.”

You then go on all fours and kiss the Queen's feet, as custom demands, while you feel you naked cock swaying between your legs, in full view of the guards behind you.

“Release a quarter of his men.” Marpesia orders and the commands, “Bizia, collar the ****, and give it the mastigio, then have it washed and shackled for service.”