RSAHNP: The Amazons of Pellucidaria Primordia, Part 1 (Patreon)

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*Hours have passed since Ron, Shego, Vivian, Adrena, Kim, Monique, Tara, Yori, Liz, Ann, Grace, Andrea, Rhea, Scarlett and Madison were captured by the Amazons of Pellucidaria Primordia. Stripped of their clothes, bound and chained, they could do nothing but be led on by their captors through the grassy meadow plains of the supercontinent. It was only when they came to a stop at an oasis on the edge of a vast desert. The Amazons began to fill up pouches, barrels and canteens full of water while also allowing their Raptors and the Triceratops pulling the wagon cages to sate their thirsts. A pair of Amazons gave Ron and each of the ladies a long drink from their canteens, relieving them of their thirst for the time being.*

Sora: Our guide through the Goblin territory of Ozlog the Desecrator should be here soon. Sindr and the slaves she and her party should also be arriving soon from Agrabah. 

Nemia: Yes. It will be good to be home. I can barely tolerate Grok the Vile. If he were of no use to us as a guide, I'd crush his skull and feed his putrid carcass to the beasts.

*A few hours pass until the Amazon party, led by Sindr, arrived with their slaves from Agrabah. She had acquired six slaves. Four beauties with black hair, one brown-haired beauty, and one gorgeous blonde. The leading slave, a beauty with long black hair braided into a long ponytail, was none other Princess Jasmine of Agrabah; the three dark-haired women behind Princess Jasmine were her servants Anisa, Bolette, and Cinnamora; Jasmine's servants were followed by Sadira, a descendant of the legendary Witches of the Sand with a thick, poofy brown mane; and lastly was the stunningly gorgeous Fatima The Dove, an blonde acrobatic beauty who's a Master Thief and a Seducer of Men & Women alike.*

*Sindr was a tall woman, built like a warrior yet didn't possess the sheer size and mass of Nemia, but still larger than Sora or Nymphia. She had deep scars across one side of her face; scars left on her face by one of the many unruly Raptors she had trained before brutally killing it in a fit of rage. She possessed other such scars on her body; battle scars of war and conflict with all manners of beast and race across the supercontinent. She had fierce, dark blue eyes and a stylized mohawk of long dark hair. She was quite an intimidating presence, even amongst the Amazons.*

*Nemia approaches Sindr, stopping a few feet in front of her fellow Amazon. They stared at one another, neither moving a muscle let alone blinking in their tense staredown. Sindr and Nemia had history, of which not all of it was pleasant. They were rivals, often vying for the favor of Queen Hydrea and gaining respect and recognition among their fellow Amazons.*

Nemia: Sindr. 

Sindr: Nemia.

Nemia: I see you've gotten six new slaves. Easy on the eyes. I'm sure they will please the Queen. I only hope for their sakes that they're willing to submit and be good servants.

Sindr: If not, then maybe they'll make better breeders or combatants in the arena. Agrabah may be a wretched cesspool, but its whores and women are worth their weight in gold.

*The stunningly gorgeous beauty Princess Jasmine struggled against her chains and manacles. Her brown eyes were filled with a fiery defiance, unwilling to submit to her Amazonian captors. She lets out a low growl and spits in Sindr's face, causing the tall Amazon to snarl in anger.*

Princess Jasmine: I am no one's slave! Nor am I a satchel of gold to be given to some tyrant, least of all Hera's whore of a daughter!

Sindr: *Yanks hard on the chain, causing Jasmine to fall roughly upon the desert sands* Silence!

Sadira: Jasmine!

Jasmine: *Rises back to her feet, glaring at Sindr* I am fine.

Nemia: She has spirit.

Sindr: Yeah, she's a fiery one. I have a feeling Queen Hydrea will be pleased and look upon me with favor for bringing her Princess Jasmine of Agrabah and these other Agrabanian jewels.

Nemia: Perhaps. But I believe my tribute to our Queen will place me above you, Sindr. For not only do I have near three times as many women, all beautiful and some vastly more formidable... I also have a man.

Sindr: *She looks to see Ron and the fourteen ladies, as well as the caged Tyrannosaurus pair* You've managed to capture slaves as well as a pair of saurian beasts? Well, I must admit, Nemia, that is impressive. 

*The conversation between Nemia and Sindr came to an abrupt end when four Goblins arrive. Three of the ugly, small, putrid, green-skinned creatures were riding atop of some type of wild boars. However, Grok the Vile, their leader was astride a naked, beautiful woman who acted more like a beast than a human being. He sneered a smile, approaching General Nemia and Sindr while his three underlings dismounted their boars and went to investigate Ron, his ladies and the Agrabanian women.*

Grok: I bid you greetings, General Nemia. You bring gold and rubies, yes?

Nemia: Here! *Tosses him a satchel filled with gold coins and gemstones* You shall receive the rest once we've returned to the Capital.

Grok: Good! Yes! Yes! Very good!

*Grok's underlings were overlooking the women, getting too close for comfort. They were swiftly dealt with by the women, even in their chains, who kicked the wretched Goblins like a soccer ball. The most foolish of the lot tried to get a feel of Rhea's breasts only for her hands to grasp his skull, squeeze, and crush it with a sickening "CRUNCH!" before she dropped the Goblin's dead, twitching body as it hit the ground with a light thud. Grok cackled, his sharp, gnarly teeth bared in a grin.*

Grok: Fierce ones, they be! Yes?

Sindr: It would appear so.

Nemia: Well, at least that means we can have the dead Goblin's boar for a proper feast later.

*Nemia approaches the line of ladies of which Shego was the lead. She gave a light tug, but Shego didn't budge, her eyes glaring savagely into Nemia's own. Nemia got closer until she was standing right in front of Shego, leaning in closer until their faces were mere inches apart.*

Nemia: Move, Slave. Do not think I will not beat you within a inch of your life with my whip if I...

*Shego lunges her head forward, delivering a headbutt with all her might. The unexpected surprise of the blow, combined with the force that managed to break Nemia's nose, causes the towering Amazon to stagger back a few steps. A smile of amusement crosses her face as she nonchalantly wipes away the blood dripping from her nostrils and without a hint of pain effortlessly resets her broken nose as if it were nothing. She picks up the long chain that connects the manacles, chains and restraints around the necks, ankles and wrists of Shego and the ladies behind her. Then, without warning or hesitation, Nemia gives the chain a powerful tug, forcing all of the women down to the ground and allowing them to be whipped mercilessly by the Amazons under General Nemia's command.*

Nemia: Defiance is admirable, but it is not to be tolerated. You'll make fine Amazon Warriors. If you can survive.

*Ron's anger surged forth like a volcanic eruption, his normally gentle brown eyes glowing radiant azure-blue upon seeing the Amazons beating and whipping the women he cared so dearly for. The metal of the manacles around his wrists began to twist, becoming bent as he opened his mouth to speak, his words like a thunderous roar from one of the Great Titan Apes.*

Ron: LEAVE THEM!

*The Amazons cease whipping and beating upon the captive women as an eerie, intense silence fell on all of those within the party. Nemia stared at Ron Stoppable, immediately noticing his glowing azure-blue eyes and his increased muscular size. It was not only General Nemia and the Amazons who were stunned, for even Grok the Vile and his two Goblin underlings looked to be experiencing a mixture of awe and fear at the sight of the man.*

*It was only when the glow disappeared from Ron's eyes and his musculature returns to normal did the tension slowly begin to dissipate. Sora was the first to move, going over to the ladies and getting them to their feet. She increased the length of the chain, handing it over to Grok the Vile before walking back to General Nemia's side. The ugly Goblin mounted his human female steed, pulling on the long chain to attempt to make the slaves move.*

Grok: Move, Wenches! Amazons want you to be in their city! Faster is best! Move! Now!

*Shego wrathful glare focuses on the Amazons before turning her searing, piercing, hatred-filled gaze at Grok the Vile. If her chains were not resistant to her plasma, she would have vaporized that wretched Goblin into ash and did the same with any of the Amazons who got in her path. However, she could do nothing but bide her time. Her Master, the ladies, and her would be free and once they were... she fully intended to unleash all of her fury upon her captors.*

Shego: Pull on that chain while you can, you ugly little bastard, because once I'm out of these chains and kill these fucking cunts, I'm gutting you like a fish and incinerating the rest of your kind into extinction!

Grok: Heh. I be long gone before you out of your chains. You fight in arena, die, or become Amazon of Queen Hydrea and become hers. Never see me again.

Shego: We'll see about that, you little fuckwad!

Ron: Don't let them get you riled up, Selene. They're not worth it. But their time will come. What goes around, comes around.

Kim: In other words...

Adrena: Payback is gonna be a freaking mother fucking bitch!

*The Amazons and their captives began moving once again. It was when they were alone did Sora begin speaking with General Nemia, her voice low and hushed to avoid being overhead by her fellow Amazons. It was best not to spread suck knowledge among the Amazons of their hunting party.*

Sora: Nemia, did you see? His eyes...

Nemia: Yes, and his body.

Sora: He bent the metal of his manacles! Not even the largest and strongest beasts have been able to damage Titan Ore!

Nemia: *Nods* Hmm... It would appear we were correct that this is no ordinary man.

Sora: Do you believe he is the one from Pythia's visions? The Conqueror from her Prophecy?

Nemia: I... I am not certain.

Sora: Then how will we know if he is?

Nemia: Only time will tell. And if we see the signs, we will know.

Sora: And then?

Nemia: We acknowledge our fates and accept what shall come.

*The Amazons and their captives make camp upon nightfall, taking time to eat, drink and sleep before resuming their journey as soon as the sun rises in the morning. It felt like days had passed since their expedition began, yet neither Ron nor any of the ladies could determine how many miles they had traversed. It wasn't until late afternoon, upon trudging up a steep hill and reaching the top, did their eyes finally behold the massive capital city of the Amazon Empire in the distance surrounded by a equally vast, seemingly endless jungle. Even from so far away the city was truly a magnificent sight to behold.*

Nemia: As much as I enjoy being out in the field, Sora, it is nice to see the familiar sight of one's home.

Sora: Agreed, General. It will be good to be back in the Capital, reunite with our fellow Amazons, and partake in a feast to celebrate our success. 

Sindr: Then let's not waste time talking! I thirst for the finest drink, the warmth of my bed, and a beautiful slave to satisfy my lust!

Nymphia: *Dismounts from her Raptor, goes over to Monique, massages her breasts, and licks Monique's cheek in a lustful manner* I can definitely relate, Sindr.

Nemia: We will be there soon enough, but until then... keep your urges restrained! I especially mean you, Nymphia. 

Nymphia: *Pouts, walks back to her Raptor, and gets back in the saddle* Yes, General. 

*The Amazons, along with Ron and the ladies who were their captives, march onward toward the capital of the Amazon Empire. Finally, after trekking a few hours through the jungle, they come upon a road paved in stone that leads directly to a towering entrance to the city. Before the massive doors of the city open, Nemia tosses a small bag to Grok the Vile, who gives her a sneer of a smile.*

Nemia: There! Take your reward and begone, Goblin.

Grok: Pleasure doing business with you, General Nemia. 

*Grok the Vile and his two underlings depart, leaving the Amazons and their captives standing outside the massive gates. Sora pulls out a specially designed horn from the satchel on her Raptor mount, inhales deeply, and blows into it to create a loud call that echoes throughout the surrounding area. Moments later... the massive doors of the entrance to the Capital of Amazon Empire open, allowing the Amazons and their captives to enter.*

*Ron, Vivian, Shego, Adrena, Tara, Kim, Ann, Grace, Andrea, Liz, Monique, Yori, Rhea, Madison and Scarlett are completely in awe of the architecture within the Capital of the Amazon Empire. Even the Agrabanian women consisting of Princess Jasmine, Sadira, Fatima, Anisa, Bolette and Cinnamora were in awe of the architecture and structures throughout the city. It was Ron who noticed the architecture was a combination of Egyptian, Aztec, Incan and Greek/Roman while the older temples, buildings, and structures resembled vastly FAR more ancient civilizations like those of the Iwi and Atlantean artifacts Vivian had studied. One of the hieroglyphic murals, carved into the stone of the temple depicted an assortment of Gods and Goddesses, resembling those from Greek/Roman mythology, engaged in battle with a massive saurian beast that Ron and the ladies knew very well.*

Ron: Vivian, is that...?

Vivian: It would appear Godzilla is known even here in this realm.

Shego: Leave it to ole Scaly Samson to get around.

Ron: Penny would get a kick out of this.

Vivian: It is strikingly similar to the battle between the Olympians and Typhon. In fact, I believe it is.

*The hieroglyphic mural portrayed the Pantheon of Gods and Goddesses attacking Godzilla, who seemed annoyed more than anything by these insignificant gnats who were ineffective in harming him. He apparently destroyed a mountain peak with a blast of his atomic fire trying to rid himself of these pests, causing it to bury him. The Olympians, particularly Zeus, began celebrating their triumph... only for the enraged saurian, their mythological Typhon, to explode from the mountain rubble and chase the terrified and fleeing Olympians relentlessly. The next visual on the mural displays a beautiful, yet intimidating woman glaring down at the trembling prostrate form of Zeus, clearly disgusted and enraged by the Olympians cowardice and failure at defeating Typhon.*

Tara: Who is that woman that the man is cowering before? She's beautiful, but very scary.

Andrea: If I had to guess, Tara, that would be the Goddess Hera, Queen of the Olympians.

Ann: She doesn't look too happy with her husband. 

Grace: We've all been there with our Ex-Husbands, Ann, so I cannot say I'm surprised or that I blame her.

*The ladies felt a strong yank on their chain, administered by none other than Sindr, silencing them for the time being.*

Sindr: Keep moving, Slaves!

*Deeper into the city Ron and the ladies trudged, their eyes beholding the many exotic sights, both the architecture and the food and clothing markets within the Capital of the Amazon Empire. However, the most weird and peculiar sight was the grotesque male Goblins that roamed the city. Cleaning up piles of dung left behind by herbivores and carnivores captured by the Amazons; cleaning up the streets and walkways; building, fixing, or sculpting structures while being ordered and kicked about by the Amazons like a bunch of masochistic simps. Whenever they weren't attempting to feed the carnivores, getting killed and eaten themselves by foolishly provoking them, they were getting blown up or crushed working on the very projects that the Amazons were supervising. Ron and the ladies bared witness to numerous Goblins get crushed like bugs by a falling stone wall; several crushed underfoot by the Triceratops pulling the cages containing the Tyrannosaurus pair; and getting kicked or tossed into pens containing savage mammal or saurian predators who ripped them to shreds. It was like some morbid Tex Avery or Chuck Jones cartoon, except instead of Wile E. Coyote being on the receiving end of all this cartoonish brutality, it was the male Goblins.*

Liz: I don't know if I should laugh or be horrified.

Yori: Goblin buffonery is very graphic.

Ron: You can say that again.

Adrena: I'll say! Freaking gross!

Madison: I feel kind of bad for them, Senpai.

Rhea: We got our own problems, Mads.

Scarlett: Rhea is right. At least they're not in chains like we are.

Rhea: I know once I get the chance and I'm free... that big bitch's ass is mine!

*The Amazons brought Ron and the ladies to a massive market, but not one dealing with food, clothing or trade goods. No, this was an Amazon Slave Market. They looked upon many slaves, chained like they were or contained in cages of iron, unable to escape and reclaim their freedom. Most of the slaves were female, but there were some males among them. What was truly fascinating was all of the different races and beings enslaved. Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Dragonborn, Halflings, and numerous others! There was even fairies locked in tiny cages and Harpys locked in larger cage,, built to keep them contained and unable to fly away to freedom. Ron's eyes averted away from the slaves and settle upon the architecture of a massive building, his eyes gazing upon a gorgeously detailed, ancient hieroglyph portraying a Kong holding up the heavens, mountain ranges and landmasses of an entire world, of an entire universe like the ancient tales from Greek Mythology involving the Titan known as... Atlas. Could this hieroglyphic be displaying the Hollow Earth... The First World?*

Vivian: Magnificent! If only Penny was here to see this. Then again, she's lucky enough to have the thrill of further studying the Hollow Earth ecosystem itself before any humans can after our previous expedition there in her spacecraft. Damn those Galatheans and their laws & ethics about sharing their technology with the human race! I'd give almost anything to have access to it and explore the Hollow Earth!

Shego: Yes, because us exploring a universe-sized ecosystem filled with ancient temples and giant monsters was sooo fun! Not to mention getting caught in a battle for supremacy between Ultra-Ape and Scaly Samson! Then dealing with Apex's goons and their mechanical Titan-Killing Superweapon! Yeah, so much fun that was!

Vivian: Fair enough, Beloved. Still... it would've been nice to have access to her ship and her advanced technology on this expedition. 

Shego: Would it helped us avoided being captured and turned into slaves?

Vivian: *Shrugs, jangling her chains* Quite possibly.

Shego: *Narrows her eyes in irritation, sighs, and speaks in a dry sarcastic tone* Swell.

*While the ladies looked in awe, Ron's eyes traversed down beneath the monolithic hieroglyph where he discovered... handprints. Each belonging to every race that existed on Pellucidaria Primordia, young and old, male and female who had dipped their hand in the ceremonial paint and left their mark on the expansive white marble wall beneath the hieroglyph. Ron tentatively reaches out to touch the prints on the wall, now realizing what this place had once been.*

*Long ago... This place... It had once been a place of worship, unity and peace. A place honoring the Kongs and the Titans, the guardians of nature and all beings. A place to honor and celebrate the freedom of all the races who resided on the supercontinent of this realm. Now it had become a place of slavery. A place where beings of every race were put in chains and bondage, their freedom ripped away from them without so much as a thought. It made Ron angry, his eyes glowing blue with righteous fury... There was no curse in any tongue of any of the races to describe this desecration of this once holy place of unity, nor the tyrannical treachery that had engulfed the Amazon Empire.*

Sindr: *Pulls roughly on the chain, attempting to make Ron move, but instead she only manages to add fuel to the raging fire he felt roaring within himself* Come on, move it! Wretched Man!

Ron: NO!

*Ron grabs hold of the chain with his manacle-bound hands and pulls it with such force that Sindr is taken off her feet before being slamming back first into the solid stone wall. Sindr lets out a groan of pain, slowly pushing herself off the ground, and proceeds to glare hatefully at Ron. She rises to her feet, pulls a dagger from her sheath, and marches towards him with ill intent.*

Sindr: Filthy man! Just for speaking, I'll sever the tongue from your putrid maw! And I'll feed the rest of your mutilated body to the beasts!

*Before Sindr could even get near Ron, the strong hand of General Nemia grasped the wrist that held the dagger.*

Nemia: Sindr... Have you ever seen what happens to a ripe Atlas Fruit when you squeeze it... REALLY HARD!!!

*Sindr lets out a bellowing cry of pain, dropping the dagger, falling down to her knees and clutching her arm. Nemia glares down coldly at her fellow Amazon. Judging from her tone, she meant business and would not tolerate insubordination of any kind.*

Nemia: Next time, Sindr, I will rip your arm off. He is to be brought to the Queen. Unharmed. He and the women I've captured are to receive the same treatment as those you've obtained from Agrabah. Is that clear?

Sindr: *Stands to her feet, glaring intensely at General Nemia* Yes... General.

*Sindr marches away, leaving General Nemia alone with Ron and the ladies as they stood in the shadow of the towering hieroglyphic. Nemia gives a gesture to Sora, who walks over and picks up the chain and calmly locks eyes with Ron. Then she spoke directly to him in a voice that was surprisingly gentle.*

Sora: Come. Please.

*Ron glanced from Sora, to Nemia, to the hieroglyphic, and then to the ladies that were behind him. Then, upon releasing a light sigh, he began to move forward and follow Sora and Nemia further into the Slave Market. Before they would meet Queen Hydrea, they need to be looked upon by Lenea, her Royal Advisor. Then, after they've been overseen by her, they would be properly bathed and clothed. Unbeknownst to them all, there was one in the Amazon Empire who already knew Ron Stoppable had arrived.*

*The very moment Ron Stoppable set foot in the Capital of the Amazon Empire, his presence was felt by another. In her chambers, seated alone in meditation on the floor, is the beautiful Pythia, the Oracle of the Amazons. Cursed with the terrible gift of prophecy, of seeing visions of the future by the Olympian Pantheon, Pythia lives a tortured existence. Her moments of peace and tranquility were not often, but for the last few days she had been devoid of any visions. Until now...*

*The visions struck her with the force of a collapsing mountain, sending Pythia down to her hands and knees, gasping for breath. The first vision was one of the ancient past, many millennia ago. The mighty Ymir; Emperor of All Titans. A massive, powerful 180-Meter tall Ape-Titan with fur as white as Winter, armored charcoal gray flesh, and radiant blue eyes sat upon a massive throne, primordial energies more powerful than any in existence coursing through his very being. At the side of his throne, resting like a peaceful guardian, was a powerful white Dragoness with blue crystals forming a crown on her skull all the way down her back to her thagomizer tail. The Last Dragon of Ymir, Empress of Forever Winter, Queen of Ice Ages... Shimo. In his palace, one of the largest mountains in the Hollow Earth, Ymir reigned. Titans of every kind, from the mighty Kongs who descended from Ymir's kin to the fearsome Godzillas, bowed and respected the powerful, yet benevolent Emperor of All Titans and Guardian of All Life in existence.*

*The vision of the past faded, only to reveal a vision of the future. A blond, muscular, handsome human male seated on a throne, surrounded by many gorgeous women, and all of the races of Pellucidaria Primordia bowing down before him. His eyes... glowing radiant blue with unfathomable power just like those of Ymir, The Emperor of All Titans! He is the chosen vessel of the mighty Ymir, a living descendant of the Allfather Odin and his son Ronak the Conqueror! The Prophecy she envisioned was now set to unfold! For HE has arrived!*

Pythia: *The vision ends, causing Pythia's glowing eyes to return to normal* He... HE is here!

*In the middle of the Amazon Slave Market, a pair of wedded Amazons were exploring and seeking out potential servants. Well, actually, it was Pilah who was seeking some beasts and strong slaves to help do the farming and heavy labor chores required on their estate. Pilah's pampered and spoiled wife, Antrala, was seeking out the perfect male slave for breeding herself and potentially Pilah, but also the perfect female slaves to give them even more children. It was so exhausting for the taller, stronger, calmer and more reserved Pilah dealing with her wife when she was so excited, full of energy, and eager to find the perfect candidates. It felt like every time she turned her back, Antrala was closely examining any male or female slave that caught her eye.*

Pilah: We shall be here until the next morning as you look upon every slave in the market. Can this not possibly wait? I know you yearn for children, but can we select a desirable breeding male and fertile females another day?

Antrala: There is no time like the present, My Love, so let's continue our search! Hmm... let's see. Too thin! Too fat! Not attractive enough! Breasts too small, hardly suitable to feed newborns! Severely lacking a suitable cock! Probably infertile! Definitely inadequate!

Pilah: *Gives herself a facepalm of total exasperation* I merely wanted to select a few beasts and strong work slaves and go home to relax. It will be a miracle from Hera if I manage to get home by nightfall.

Antrala: *Giggles, stands on her tiptoes, and gives her mate a kiss on the cheek* Do not worry, Pilah. It is only a matter of time before we find the ones suitable for breeding.

*It was then that something, or rather someone caught the eye of Antrala. It would appear General Nemia and Sindr captured some truly exotic, beautiful women and a handsome blond man. She simply had to investigate, to satisfy her curiosity and to see if there are potential breeding candidates among them. She immediately goes waltzing over, much to dismay of Pilah, and begins inspecting Andrea Zweistein.*

Antrala: *She takes her hands over Andrea Zweistein's breasts, feeling their softness and weight before moving down to her full, luscious hips* Oooh! Pilah, look at this one! This slave has bountiful, full breasts and hips that could only come from bearing a child! Motherhood has treated you well, Slave. Tell me, My Dear, are you still fertile and capable of having children?

Pilah: Antrala, I do not believe she would be fit to Mother our children. She is too... exotic. Her spawn would be inadequate, except possibly being our servants.

Andrea: *She gives Pilah a slight glare, offended by the Amazon's insulting words* I would probably produce finer children than any you'd be capable of delivering. If you need definitive proof, my daughter is right there.

*Andrea Zweistein gestures her head in the direction of her daughter, Adrena Lynn, whom Antrala and Pilah look upon.*

Adrena: Hey! Don't get me freaking involved in this!

Antrala: *Giggles* Oh, my! A feisty one your daughter is! Hmm... she is beautiful. Would she be able to give Pilah and I equally lovely children of our own?

Adrena: I am not a freaking broodmare for a bunch of snobby Amazon cunts! And the only children I will have will be those of my Master's!

Pilah: You have a Master, Slave?

Andrea: Yes, all of us belong to him.

Antrala: All of you to a single Master? Who is he?

Ron: I believe they're referring to me. Pilah and Antrala, I assume are your names, yes?

*Antrala and Pilah look to the handsome, muscular, blond young man who spoke to them. Curious and intrigued, Pilah and Antrala walk over to Ron Stoppable. Their eyes looked him over, both of them very impressed with this incredible male specimen... particularly when it came to his gigantic manhood that was swaying between his legs like another limb.*

Pilah: You are the Master of all of these women? They're of your harem?

Ron: Yes, they are. 

Antrala: Mmm... I can understand why. Handsome and perfect for breeding. Pilah, why don't we buy all of them?

Pilah: Antrala, you cannot be serious.

Antrala: Why not? We're rich enough and I would hate to separate them. Besides...

*Antrala takes her hand and gently grasps Ron's huge cock, pointing it at Pilah and giving it a few soothing strokes.*

Antrala: Imagine having such a magnificent cock sheath itself inside us and overfill both of our wombs with potent seed. We would be both blessed with children in no time. As would all of the lovely ladies in his collective harem. ❤

Pilah: *Bites her lower lip, looking with hunger at her wife and Ron* Well... I...

*It was then that General Nemia and Sora reappeared, noticing the wealthy pair of Antrala and Pilah closely inspecting the blond male specimen they've managed to obtain along with the fourteen beautiful women.*

Nemia: These slaves are not for sale. They are to be taken to Queen Hydrea once they're properly cleaned and clothed.

Antrala: Oh! General Nemia! Sora! I had no idea they were to be taken to the Queen.

Pilah: Forgive my wife. She is seeking suitable females and the perfect male to give us children of our own.

Nemia: I expected as much. If the Queen is not impressed, I will gladly sell all of them to you. I know you are more than capable of paying for them.

Antrala: Oh, excellent! I look forward to the male breeding my dear Pilah and I, as well as the rest. I'm certain they'll make superb servants and produce beautiful children.

Pilah: Okay, Antrala, come along now. We still have much to do before we return home. Farewell, General Nemia and Sora.

*Pilah manages to escort Antrala away from the slaves as she waved farewell to General Nemia and Sora... and cast one last hungry, lustful gaze at Ron Stoppable before they disappear into the depths of the slave market.*

Sora: Pilah certainly has her hands full with Antrala.

Nemia: Antrala desires children and a man worthy enough to give them to her. I suspect Pilah is a bit nervous about the prospect of having children.

Sora: Children can be quite a monumental task. Not that you or I would know.

Nemia: The moment a man can beat me in combat, is when I will have his children.

Sora: *Chuckles* I do not expect it will be anytime soon!

*Moments later, Lenea, the Royal Advisor of Queen Hydrea appears. She was tall and streamlined in her physique. She had a long tail of pitch-black hair, piercing amber-brown eyes, and tanned/mocha-colored skin. Her hips suggested she had given birth to at least several children, her ass was plump from a pampered life, and her tits held were plentiful in size and weight as they hang down to her armored corset. Her attire - corset, armband bracelets, earrings, headdress and footwear - were of an bronze-orange in color. Even the cloak draped on her shoulders was of a similar color, but lavishly decorated to symbolize her status as the Queen's trusted council. She walked over to the much larger and taller General Nemia and Lieutenant Sora who's height rivalled her own, greeting them with a smile that was more akin to a serpent or a predator than a human being.*

Lenea: General Nemia. Lieutenant Sora. It is nice to see you. When I had caught word that you've managed to capture more than the beasts, I was quite intrigued. 

Nemia: Yes. We captured fourteen women and one man. They are... unique. They are unlike any of the humans we've enslaved of the tribes, kingdoms and empires of the continent. 

Sora: Their clothes and material possessions are also unlike anything we've ever encountered.

Lenea: Oh? Fascinating. I would like to observe them before they're taken to the Queen.

*Lenea immediately approaches Ron Stoppable, her eyes traveling over every inch of his musculature and toned physique. She raised a hand, running it through his blond hair before traveling lower, touching his pectoral, down his abs, and then to his massive, hanging manhood. She gave it a firm grasp and a few strokes, feeling it twitch every so slightly from the stimulation. She lets out a throaty chuckle, locking eyes with Ron and speaking.*

Lenea: Mmm... Nice. Very, very nice. I have never seen such a magnificent cock. Absolutely perfect for breeding. Perhaps I should let you impregnate me once the Queen has you impregnate all of her breeders and chosen warriors. It should be quite... fulfilling for us both.

Ron: Thanks, but I'm not interested.

Lenea: *Chuckles and then slaps Ron across the face, who is barely fazed by the blow* You will do well to be quiet and submit, lest you wish to lose your tongue, Slave.

Ron: *Glares angrily at Lenea* Obedience in the presence of tyrants is an injustice upon all those who deserve freedom.

Lenea: Defiant. We shall see how long your insubordination will last.

*Lenea steps back from Ron, proceeding to closely inspect and observe the other ladies, many of whom glared hatefully at the Advisor of the Queen. She overlooks Tara, admiring her bountiful breasts and long wavy blonde hair. She noticed Nymphia hungrily watching Monique, smirking as the Amazon could barely contain her lust and desire for the dark-skinned beauty.*

Lenea: Do you fancy this one, Nymphia?

Nymphia: Very much so, Advisor of the Queen.

Lenea: In that case, you are free to have your fun with her once she and the others are done presented to the Queen.

Nymphia: Oh, thank you, Lord Advisor. 

*Lenea goes over inspecting Kim and Yori, feeling over their small breasts and succulent asses. She was certain they would fill out, especially if they were bred by the well-endowed blond male. She attempted to approach Vivian and Shego, only for the plasma-empowered former mercenary villainess to place herself in front of her beloved. Her manacle-bound hands glowed with intense, fiery, emerald power as she snarled a warning.*

Shego: Back the fuck off, Cunt!

Lenea: *Steps back, glances back at Nemia and Sora, simultaneously intimidated and in awe of Shego's power* Impressive. Her spirit is as fierce and fiery as Typhon himself! She will make a magnificent Amazon... or a formidable gladiator in the arena.

*Lenea moves onward, approaching Ann Possible, Grace Solomon and Andrea Zweistein. She couldn't help but notice their childbearing hips and large breasts. It was evident that these three voluptuous, curvaceous women had children. They would be perfect as servants and for breeding.*

Lenea: I must say all of these women show immense promise, General. These three in particular would make exquisite breeders and servants for the Queen.

*Lenea takes notice of Adrena and Liz. The blonde was definitely Amazon Warrior material, where as the poofy orange-redhead with large tits would be an exemplary servant or potential breeder. It was when she finally came upon Rhea, Madison and Scarlett that she became intrigued.*

Lenea: More potential warriors. This one is as large and powerful as you appear to be, General. It is rare that we find such women, even among the many races of Pellucidaria Primordia. 

*Rhea lunges forward, pulling and straining against the chains and manacles that bind her.*

Rhea: Let me out of these fucking chains and I'll show you what I'm capable of! 

Lenea: She may be the fiercest one of them, General.

Nemia: She may be. I know she is strong. Very strong. I managed to knock her out, but she wasn't happy about me undressing her and putting her in chains.

*Rhea lunges again, getting right in General Nemia's face and snarls like a furious, bloodthirsty beast.*

Rhea: You're fucking right, bitch! Sooner or later I'm gonna get my hands on you! If I don't kill you first, I'm gonna break every single bone in your body! Starting with the same hands who put me in these chains!

*General Nemia didn't even flinch or bat an eye. She was calm, cool and collective even as she spoke. It was obvious no threat, verbal or otherwise could intimidate her. She feared nothing in all of Pellucidaria Primordia.*

Nemia: I am looking forward to it.

Madison: Stupid jerkface meanies! *Blows a raspberry at Nemia, Lenea and Sora*

*It was then that Sindr made her presence known, stepping forward and pulling the slaves she had acquired from Agrabah to the forefront. She was bound and determined to impress Queen Hydrea, and the Gods of Olympus be damned if she would be upstaged by General Nemia! No, this time she would place herself in the Queen's good graces and hopefully be rewarded for her labors.*

Sindr: If you are done observing the ilk that General Nemia has captured, then perhaps you would like to behold these precious jewels I've obtained from the city of Agrabah. 

*Sindr pulls roughly on the chain, forcing the women to reluctantly move forward.*

Lenea: Oh! Yes, let's have a look! 

*Lenea immediately recognizes the leading Agrabanian woman, having encountered her a few summers ago as an honored guest of the Sultan.*

Lenea: *She reaches out to gently caress the cheek of Jasmine* Princess Jasmine. Beautiful as ever. A shame that you have fallen from grace.

Jasmine: *Jerks her head away and spits in Lenea's face* I will not be a slave for long! Nor will I be a plaything for Hydrea! Once I reclaim the throne, I will personally declare war on your Empire!

Lenea: *Backhands Jasmine strongly, knocking her back against Anisa, Bolette and Cinnamora* Insolent child! If you had no worth, I'd throw you to the beasts of the arena! 

Sindr: *Smiles cruelly* I'm sure we can take the fire out of her. I've been eager to use my new whip on someone. With the Queen's permission, I would be honored to administer the punishment.

Lenea: Your wish will be granted! Ahem! Now, who are these other lovely jewels from Agrabah?

Sindr: These three are apparently the handmaidens of the Princess. Most likely serving as her decoys to protect her in case of Assassins.

Lenea: *Chuckles* Very little good it has done for her. What of the other two?

*Lenea approaches Sadira, lifting her gaze to meet her own. She was a lovely beauty, akin to a desert orchid.*

Lenea: I rather like this one. Beautiful, yet timid.

Sindr: She was apparently once Jafara's mystic apprentice. A descendant of the Witches of the Sand, I believe. 

Lenea: Is this true, slave?

Sadira: Yes, it is.

Lenea: Oh? Fascinating. So there is more to you than a pretty face. I'll have to see if our own mystics will be interested. You may have great potential. 

*Lenea steps away from Sadira and locks eyes with Fatima, immediately acknowledging her impressive beauty and brilliant blue eyes.*

Lenea: You are an exceptional beauty. You could easily pass for royalty. How did you come to be in chains?

Fatima: I guess I was too good with my hands and too beautiful to be owned by anyone.

Sindr: She is a thief. A very agile and acrobatic one that proved difficult to capture. Apparently she broke into the palace and attempted to steal a very important map.

Fatima: And I suppose that nasty scar on your face isn't a beauty mark, is it?

Lenea: You possess a sharp tongue for one so beautiful. I'm sure we will have use for you.

Fatima: *Whispers quietly to herself* Not that you'll find out, as I won't be staying here for long.

*Lenea approaches General Nemia and Lieutenant Sora with Sindr following close behind. The Royal Advisor of Queen Hydrea looks over all of the women, accessing and determining the next course of action. It would be beneficial to herself for the slaves to be brought before the Queen of the Amazon Empire immediately. But first...*

Lenea: Take them to be thoroughly bathed, clothed and cleaned. I want all of them to be presentable to Queen Hydrea. Is that understood?

Nemia and Sindr: Yes, Lord Advisor. 

*Neither of them wasted any time. General Nemia and Sindr, with their troops of Amazon warriors, were swift to escort their captives to the Royal Bathouse. It was a place where all slaves - those who were to be brought before the Queen - were taken to be bathed, cleaned and dressed. Only once they presentable and perfect would they be brought to the Throneroom of the tyrannical Queen Hydrea, Daughter of the Goddess Hera and Ruler of the Amazon Empire.*

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To Be Continued...