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"You summoned me daughter?" Karl said. Leanafel was his youngest and the only daughter remaining in their home. She was in bed with Jadea again. The two had become quite close and were seen together more and more over the previous months. Karl assumed it was only fitting. Leanafel was of an age. Soon she'd have to decide if she wished to stay in the hidden lands of Themyscira or venture out into the rest of the world. "Yes father," Leanafel said. "Send a few of my step fathers up to help us dress. After that change into something less comfortable and more pink. Then get your leash. I want to take you for a walk." "Make sure the outfit is slutty," Jadea added. "You need to show that cute little figure off. Make it something that says 'stuff me full of lots of cocks.' And put on a fresh face. Sultry and whorish." "Indeed," Leanafel said. "We're heading to the town square. Mother will be there with her newly acquired property. You must show them what is expected of them." The woman's raid had been successful then. His wife had lived and he wouldn't be sold today. That shouldn't surprise him, but it always kind of did. No matter how good of warriors the women were, they didn't fight with guns. In the long run, the odds were stacked against them. That never stopped them from going out to fight as champions for neglected and abused women. Surely there couldn't be so many men in the world that offended the old gods. Yet somehow his Mistress and her sisters captured a steady stream of evil men. After sending a few of his fellow husbands up to help his daughter prepare for her day, Karl went about getting ready to join her. It wasn't a good time to clean in the men's baths. Not all of those evil men were hetero sexual. Those that had gay tendencies often seemed to actually enjoy their fate. Karl was never a fan of being on the reverse side of gang rape. He understood the pleasure though. He and his men had raped many women in the name of war before he'd been captured. As he stripped out of his harem outfit and the tight training corset, he sighed. The point seemed a little moot. The only way he'd ever find pleasure raping anyone again was if he turned gay. His Mistress wife had seen to that. Surprisingly, Karl bathed without instance. The bathhouse was lightly utilized and Karl was able to clean both inside and out without any interference. He applied lotion to his smooth skin before slipping into another corset. The years of constant waist training had permanently altered his physique. Men didn't typically boast a 23 inch uncinched waist, but that was exactly what he had. The figure of the man in the mirror was confusing. It was slender and delecate, so unlike the strong and powerful man he'd once been. As he carefully rolled a pair of stockings up his legs, he thought of the men he'd meet today. Their lives were about to change in ways they could never imagine. This was a land where the rules of the outside world were flipped on end. More than that, societies rules were often distorted to the point of being ridiculous. The old goddesses made sure no man stepped foot in this world that wasn't deserving of his fate. They had devised an almost perfect world for handling crimes against women. The methods of their disciples were effective and absolute. To a man, they came to realize the errors of their ways. The only problem Karl could see was it wasn't reeducation and rehabilitation they were after, it was revenge and it was permanent. Karl knew what his daughter and Jadea expected of him. Simple lingerie, heels and a leash wouldn't be enough today. He had to look the part of a proper husband. The dress he chose was a ridiculous pink satin creation. It had a high collar and puffed sleeves. His chest was exposed, but the dress quickly reformed to tightly cover the corset. It was so tight that Karl found he needed to draw the corset in another inch. The rest of the dress was hardly a dress at all. It shot out almost horizontally from his hips on a sea of short frilly petticoats. If he'd been wearing panties, they'd have been easily visible from certain angles. As it was, his garters were the only coverage he got. He'd long lost control of his cock. The evil wedding ring she'd placed at its base was its master now. He wasn't sure how it worked, but he figured it somehow ran opposite of his chemistry. Whenever he saw one of the naked Amazons, he was excited. His brain lusted after her the same way he'd always lusted after a beautiful woman. His cock however did not. It sat limp and useless until it sprung to life when he least desired it to. "At Hera's and Aphrodite's whim," his Mistress wife had said. "Or more to the point, when I desire you hard, you will be hard." Trying to put the unpleasant thoughts out of his head, he lubed up his butt plug. It had been another wedding present from his wife. It was made from parts of the assault rifle he'd been carrying when his wife had knocked him unconscious and claimed him. It was ridiculously large and took him months to get used to its length and girth. Now sadly his ass felt almost empty without it. As he walked to his makeup table in his 6 inch heels, he sighed. It was amazing what the human body could get used to. A woman's routine was practically insane. Body shaping, heels, makeup, hair and all the other things they did to attract men in outside world was now his life. He used to get up, run his hand through his hair once or twice and head out the door. Now on a good day, he could barely look fuckable within two hours. His makeup was quite exotic and sultry when he was done. They were in an isolated land, but that didn't mean they didn't have access to all the world could provide. Leanafel had insisted he should get all the same treatments a wealthy woman could buy. Karl's face had endured lip implants, a nose job, botox, facelifts, lash extensions, electrolysis and oh so much more. His reeducation was to help him understand the extremes woman put themselves through. It was a role he now knew all too well. The level of role reversal depended on the Mistress. While he didn't walk around with the monstrous breast implants many men did, his Mistress had her kinks. Karl's ass was a perfect bubble. He had the best butt implants money could buy. He also looked feminine in almost every other way. Some men were barely changed physically. Others had full sex changes. Karl was trapped somewhere in between. Flat chest, bubble butt, feminine face and frame, and of course long flowing hair. He learned early on that his Mistress wife loved long flowing hair. She wore her hair short, so he supposed it made sense. Still no matter how it was styled, it took him a long time to prep. By the time he'd done the layered braids and flowing curls she liked, it was getting late. Karl grabbed his leash and gracefully walked back to his daughter's room. He found the women finishing up a light meal. "You are such a slow slut," Jadea said as he entered. "Indeed," Leanafel said. "I had hoped you'd join us for a bite before our stroll. Now we'll have to find you something to suck on the way." Karl knew the girls were teasing him. Men didn't eat with women. They served them and gladly accepted any scraps they were given. Otherwise, they had a very strict diet to help maintain whatever figure their Mistresses wished on them. "You look cute," Leanafel said. "My bubble butt bimbo daddy must want to get fucked today. Maybe mother will be in a mood. Otherwise, I'm sure I can find you some sex." Such talk was still hard for Karl to get used to. He understood his role in this society, but having one's own child talk about him still stung. He didn't have much time to dwell on it before the women were in motion. Leanafel took the leash and attached it to his collar. Karl had made sure to pull the o-ring through the slit in the collar of his dress. Leanafel would have surly been sore with him otherwise. Besides the cock ring, his collar was his only other permanent adornment. The cock ring was a gift from his wife and owner, the collar was a present from the goddesses. The day he'd been taken, he'd woken to find it around his neck. It was more than a symbol of his fate. It somehow also sealed it by limiting his free will. Karl still couldn't explain it, but while he could still devise plans of escape or revenge, he could never bring himself to act on them. Soon they were out onto the street. It was a beautiful sunny day. The woman wore light white sundresses and sandals. His daughter had grown into an amazing beauty and she'd chosen an equally gorgeous lover. Time was different here. She appeared to be in her late teens, but was much younger than that. Apparently children came of age much younger in this society. Then they became practically immortal if they stayed. Unfortunately, the vastly extended life seemed to be true for men too. If Karl was spared the fighting pits, woman's wrath or accidental death, he could expect to live a very long time. The first time his Mistress wife took him, she told him he could remain her beautiful toy for hundreds of years. Even though his Mistress wife was very young in the Amazon world, she knew of what she spoke. The elders and Queen of the society were apparently over a thousand years old. You couldn't tell it by looking at them. Each appeared to be a beauty in her twenties. They each had multiple domestic husbands of their own. While none were as old as their wives, some heralded from what could only be called ancient times. Karl was his Mistress wife's first male plaything. She'd captured him on her very first raid. He'd like to say he put up a fight, but the reality was otherwise. He was caught with his pants down. Literally. She knocked him unconscious while forcing himself onto a young Vietnamese girl. That war was ugly for so many reasons. If the world only knew the story behind some of those that went MIA. That had been well over forty years ago. That Karl was long since dead. He was reshaped and reborn. He wasn't really a he at all. As if to prove the thoughts in his head, his daughter felt compelled to drive the point home. She stopped to talk with some friends that were leading along the men of their houses. These men were devoid of hair, but beyond that they remained physically masculine. Their Mistress obviously liked her men to look like men, albeit with a twist. Tan lines showed where panties and bras should be. They also wore garter belts, high heels and stockings. As Karl thought about his feminine regiment and all the body modification he'd undergone, he felt a pang of jealousy. That's when he heard what his daughter had in mind. "I'd love to hear about it," she was saying. "Do you mind if my father feeds while we talk? The silly slut dallied so much she missed her meal. He must be starving." "But of course," her new companion said. She tugged two of her men forward and pointed towards Karl. As their cocks began to harden, he dropped to his knees. It would do no good to protest. It would probably only make things worse. Karl had sucked a lot of cocks over the years, but he never learned to enjoy the act. He actually hated it every time. His Mistress Wife had said that was part of his new life. The collar would forever keep his sexual preferences fresh in his brain. He was just helpless to do anything about them. Instead one delicate manicured hand jerked a waiting cock as the other cock slid past his pillowy lips into his well-trained mouth. Karl had a pace he liked to hold. It allowed him to turn his brain off and endure the act. It was almost bearable that way. Mentally he could switch places with the man. He could almost imagine it was a beautiful woman blowing him. Soon it would be over. That was when the hand gathered up a handful of his long hair and the cock was pulled deep into his throat. His doe like eyes got even bigger as his long lashes fluttered. He wasn't going to control this blowjob. It was going to control him. Panic must have been apparent on his face because his daughter and her friends tittered. They cheered on the man fucking his mouth. He held the cock securely lodged in his throat in response. "I'm sure that'd be enough for a normal man to blow his worthless seed," the new companion said. "He won't cum until I allow it though. It makes for a better show. I do love watching a man struggle for air as he gobbles down another cock." "I do so agree," Jadea said. "He looks downright adorable." Just when Karl felt like he'd pass out, his head was pulled off the cock. One large gasp of air was all he had before the other man slid his cock in its place. And so it went for what seemed like an eternity. The cocks alternated between ruthlessly pistoning in and out of his throat and staying firmly planted there. The young women enjoyed the show as they eventually took up talking about whatever they originally wanted to converse about. Karl was a mere cock sheath ragdoll by the time they wrapped up their conversation. The men had been tireless as they pounded his dolled up face. "Enough already," Leanafel's new companion said. "Feed the bitch." With that Karl could feel the cock thicken in his throat. Then it twitched and started to pulse as a steam of hot come erupted from the tip. Karl knew he had another load to consume, but as the man pulled out, he didn't let the cock leave his mouth without applying suction and licking the tip. It wasn't that he wanted the act to last, he simply knew that if anything ended up on his face, there would be hell to pay. "He's a greedy whore," Jadea said. "Maybe we should get him cock more often." "By Hera, I think you might be right," Leanafel said. Karl barely heard. As soon as the first dick left his mouth, the second took its place. One quick thrust and he was swallowing down another big load. "You're making us late," Leanafel scolded as she yanked on Karl's leash. Karl barely had time to thank the lady companion as required before he was tottering down the street after his daughter and her lover. The only thing he could think about was finding some water to drink. The taste of cum was strong on his tongue and it was making him feel nauseous. They traveled the rest of the way to the central courtyard in relative peace. Jadea did scold him for not swaying his ass like a proper whore. After several blocks his feet were killing him in his heels. Other than for that, he only worried that his hair wasn't too messed up from the brutal treatment. His Mistress Wife would not be happy if he looked disheveled. The Amazons were taking their prisoners before the Queen and her Counsel as they arrived. Karl was silently glad they'd missed out on the long boring accounting of the raids. Since he got his face fucked, at least it meant this event would be shorter. It still took another hour before it was his Mistress Wife's turn. She led nine men in chains in front of the Queen. Nine was an impressive number. Never before had she captured so many. It would be a festive night at their household tonight. "Shallel," the Queen said. "Hara looks on you with favor. Nine is a grand prize." Karl knew the truth to that. An amazon had to slay five warriors in battle for every prisoner they were allowed to take. His Mistress Wife had been incredibly fierce in this year's raid. The fate of the prisoners was left to those who spoke for Hera, but his Mistress Wife's house would grow today. Surely the goddess wouldn't take all for the fighting pits. An Amazon of the Counsel took a holy staff and passed it over each prisoner's head. On the first the staff glowed blue. He was a rough and ugly man, so it was fitting that he'd been chosen for the fighting pits. The Amazon who followed touched a rod to his naked manhood. Karl hated this part. He felt for the man as his cock glowed in blue light before being disintegrated and absorbed by the rod. The man dropped to his knees in pain, but he did not pass out. He was tough. Perhaps he'd live a year or two in the pits. In some ways the man was one of the lucky ones. He'd be dead soon. Every time a cock entered Karl he wished such a fate upon himself. The next prisoner the staff passed over showed a green light. This prisoner was far less lucky. He was to be a builder slave. As the rod touched him, only his balls were absorbed. He was now officially neutered. Life as a eunuch was a hard one here. The only way your suffering ended was via accident or over exertion. Then not one, but two domestic slaves were identified for the general public. The red glow that signified this was rare. It was considered an honor to contribute such slaves to the society. Only warriors of great strength were given such an honor. It didn't mean any less discomfort for the men. The rod that touched their cocks left them engulfed in mystical flames. When the flames burned out, the cocks were gone. What was left was similar to the groin of a Ken doll. Smooth and genderless, all traces of what made them men were gone. Unlike the men who would die in the pits, these souls would probably live for hundreds of years with no trace of any sexual organs. Another was assigned to the fighting pit before the staff finally glowed pink. His Mistress Wife got another husband. She didn't gain just one. Pink glowed for all the rest. The last four now belonged to her. Just as two domestic slaves were rare, four husbands on one raid was even rarer. The rod wasn't used on husbands. Their fate was considerably different in the Amazon society. The Queen placed a collar on each of the four. Then she handed his Mistress Wife four golden bands. Karl still remembered when this happened to him. That was the day he became a husband and father. These men would now suffer the same fate. His wife walked in front of a large strapping black man. He was big at around six and a half feet in height. Despite his height, she towered over him. A short Amazon warrior was still over seven feet tall. Some even reached eight foot of heavenly beauty. His Mistress Wife was seven foot eight. That was almost two feet taller than Karl. This man's cock was impressive. It was flaccid and it easily dwarfed Karl's. He was pretty sure the ring wouldn't fit. He was wrong. With almost no effort, his wife slid the band along his shaft to the base of his cock. There it magically sized to stay permanently affixed. "You are my husband now," his Mistress Wife said. "That feeling you feel is yourself becoming mine." Karl had lived it and yet he still wasn't used to what happened next. The man's balls pulled up into his body and the once hanging sack grew tight against his pelvis. His Mistress Wife reached down and ran a finger over the tight skin. She found a slit and pushed a finger inside. "Now Hera has made you my bitch. I will have you pregnant in no time." The fear and confusion were clear on the man's face. Karl knew exactly what he was thinking. It was like a bad case of D?j? vu. The ceremony repeated itself three more times. Karl was frightened to see that each man was big and well endowed. These four were by far the most cock gifted of his Mistress Wife's husbands. Karl knew the fear and confusion for the new husbands would multiply by ten with what happened next. The Amazon Counsel member with the absorption rod, handed it to his Mistress Wife. It glowed as it converted the essence it gathered into what Karl thought was the most fearsome aspect of the Amazon's power. The glow moved from the rod to his Mistress Wife's groin and solidified into what was easily a fourteen inch cock. Two bull sized balls hung below. It was as impressive a trophy as it was extreme. What it meant was even more impressive. For one full cycle of the moon, she would support this monster. For one full cycle, she could breed. The Queen and Amazon Counsel congratulated his Mistress Wife one last time and then it was the next warrior's turn. His Mistress Wife led her four new slaves over to Karl and his daughter. "Daughter," she said. "It was a good hunt. Are you well?" "I am mother," Leanafel said. "I have the other husbands preparing the bed chambers. It would appear that I was right in assuming you'd be busy." "Indeed. Four new bitches. Brutes all by male standards. I think we should break them hard and fast. Would you and Jadea care to strap up and join?" "It would be an honor," they both said in unison. It was then that his Mistress Wife seemed to notice him. "Karlina. Now don't you look pretty. Did you see all the cock I brought you? And I'm not talking about just those four. Take my shaft into your cute little hands. You can bear its weight as we walk home." The angle was odd, but Karl did as he was told. He grabbed the massive shaft in his now delicate hands. Pulling the half flaccid cock to one side, he carefully held it as she started to stride home. He must have looked quite funny as he struggled to hold on and match the tall Amazon's strides. "My new husbands are so much longer than you," his Mistress Wife said. "Did you notice?" "I did Mistress," Karl said. "Of course you did slut. You're a wanton whore. Anyways it got me thinking. You look more like the woman you prized now than the man you once were. I think I've finally gotten you properly trained. Wouldn't you agree?" "Yes Mistress," Karl said. He was fearful. "Thank you Mistress." "These new bitches will take a long time to be properly trained. Sure they'll be popping out babies in about nine months, but it takes decades to truly embrace your fate. I think I have a perfect example planned. It should better prepare them for the years to come. Triyen my Amazon Sister gave me the inspiration, so you be sure to thank her when she visits." "Of course Mistress," Karl said. Now he was outright terrified. "It's two simple procedures really. First you'll have a penis reduction surgery. Then we'll add couple big titties to balance out your frame. Nothing too extravagant. You know I'm not really a breast girl. I'm thinking D or maybe DD cups would look good on your frame. I'm going to use a little magic to stretch the tissue, but I think you should have real implants. They're what woman do in the outside world. I want you to always understand the lengths they're forced to go through for beauty in the man's world. In my world, you shall always be made to understand." Karl felt dread. Even more dread than when he had the ass implants or facial surgery. A big ass was still possible on a man. Having his penis shrunk and balloons bolted to his chest would leave little doubt to his role. He would never be the one sucked again. Not that he was big on having men blow him, but at least that way he could imagine an Amazon wrapped on his shaft. He was pretty sure he'd be the one doing the sucking from now on. "Of course Mistress," was all Karl could say. "Excellent. It's agreed then," she replied. Like he had any choice. "I have the surgeon meeting us at the house. You can get started right away. Don't worry... They'll use magic to heal the surgical scars. You'll be good as new with plenty of time to come join in the honeymoon bliss. I bet I get you preggers on the first fuck. Then I think I'm going to let you be my fluffer. Wouldn't you like that?" "Yes Mistress," Karl lied. For the rest of the trip home, his Mistress Wife chatted with their daughter. Karl was lost in his thoughts as he struggled to keep grip on the monster shaft. Fluffer... sigh. Maybe he'd choke and die on the shaft. It would be one way out of this torment. Those thoughts replayed over and over in his mind until he found himself counting backwards from a hundred on a surgical table. When he woke, two large mounds protruded from his chest. Reaching up he squeezed his new titties. There was no way around it. He was more she than he now. Sitting up, he was surprised by the odd feeling of the large breasts pulling on his chest. They settled and affected his center of gravity. He quickly learned that he needed to pull his shoulders back to compensate. That's when he noticed his cock. No... cock was the wrong word now. He noticed his little dick. The gold band was still there, but it had shrunk along with his shaft. Now it was barely the size of his thumb. Karl couldn't help it. He sat there and cried. After a few minutes of feeling sorry for himself, his daughter came in. "Nice titties. Now you finally look truly fuckable. It'll be super easy to get you cock from now on," Leanafel said. She attached the leash to his collar and tugged it so he'd follow. "There's some cock waiting for you right now. I hope you're ready." He wasn't, but it mattered not. His Mistress Wife's room looked like a fetish orgy. Jadea had a man riding her strapon. Several of his step daughters were shagging men as well. The husbands that weren't being fucked, had been ordered to orally service pussy, ass or cock. "There's my first husband," his Mistress Wife said. She was lying back on the bed as one of her new husbands tried in vain to put her huge cock in his mouth. "Karlina, I should have gotten you tittles long ago. I had no idea they'd make me so hot. And look at your little dicklet. It's just like a cock only way smaller. That's so cute. Come here and get on all fours. You're just so fuckable, I want to put a baby inside of you." Karl dreaded the idea, but did as he was told. Only an Amazon could fuck his slit. He couldn't even put his own finger inside of it. Still somehow his Mistress Wife had always managed to cram her entire cock inside of him. The feeling was erotic, pleasurable, painful, terrifying and arousing all at the same time. It was something he'd never get used to no matter how old he became. "I think I'll start with your ass," she said. With one motion, she pulled the large buttplug free. Karl was almost thankful it was such a big plug when he thought about what was coming next. Two hands smacked and spread his ample ass. "I do like a bubble butt." This Karl was used to. Both females with strapons and men buggered him regularly. His Mistress Wife's real cock was huge though. When Karl cried out in pain as the monster's head pried open his hiney, Jadea slid her strapon into his mouth. His wife and daughter's lover now had him double stuffed. It was a good half an hour before the floodgates opened into his ass. As she pulled out, she put the plug back in. "Can't have you leaking and making a mess, can we?" she said. "No Mistress," Karl said. Or at least he tried. It sounded almost incoherent with the strapon deep in his mouth. Jadea laughed at that and then thanked his Mistress Wife for sharing the fun fuck. Karl hadn't done anything but be fucked, but he was already exhausted. His Mistress Wife did not feel the same way though. As Jadea made off to find another hole to plow, Karl felt the head of the cock at his slit. His slit... he could never get used to that thought. While not truly a pussy, it surely functioned as one. His Mistress Wife was about to prove it yet again. "Now man whore, ask me for my seed. Beg me to give you another baby." Everything in Karl's head screamed no. It was so counter to his nature that he could never desire it. Being pregnant. Giving birth. The act was more than womanly. It was complete and utter submission. And sadly, it was his fate. Resigned, Karl did as he always did. He gave into his fate. "I have been without child for so long Mistress," Karl said. "You have shaped me for breeding and I wish to be the father of another daughter to carry on your name. Please honor me with your seed." With that, fourteen inches of long thick shaft slid into Karl in a way no man should be invaded. His Mistress Wife took a handful of hair and plowed him with long fierce thrusts. Karl's new tits swayed with each thrust. The feeling was almost as odd as being taken. That's when Karl caught their reflection in a mirror. The man he once knew was completely gone. All that was left was an Amazon's trophy. "You know now," his Mistress Wife said. "You're nothing but a breeding whore. I'm woman and I don't need your pathetic seed. I'll fuck your male shortcomings right out of you. Now thank me for your new titties. I should have got them for you years ago. They make you so pretty." "Thank you for my new titties Mistress," Karl struggled to say as the Amazon dominated him. He watched her pound his womb as she took him roughly like a bitch in heat. There was no mistaking it. He was owned. The load fired deep into the recesses of the female cavern he shouldn't have. Every time that happened, a little more of the man he once was died. "That was the one," his Mistress Queen said. "You're preggers bitch. I can feel it. You're still my favorite. We're going to have hundreds or thousands of little girls. You're such a good breeder." As she pulled out of him, Karl knew she was right.