It was a fateful day for the young man named Adonis. Any moment that day, his tribe’s special visitors would come and take him away.
He was left alone in his tent as he prepared himself. Ever since the Gargarean Elders had selected him to be the tribe’s tribute that year, he had not once thought of fleeing. His tribe did not need another senseless war.
Adonis was a striking young man. He had dark curly hair, a pair of dark piercing eyes and a face so perfect and divine. Not only was he handsome, he was also strong. He was his tribe’s finest warrior. It was for this reason that his father named him after the legendary man who had smitten Aphrodite, the goddess of love, and Persephone, the queen of the underworld. He might have been thankful, if not for the fact that it was the same gift that brought him down his cursed fate.
After the Gargareans were defeated by the Amazons few years ago, the Amazons had demanded that each year the Gargareans must select the best and the finest young men to be brought to Themyscira, the city of the Amazons, for obvious reasons. When the Elders announced that he was chosen, everyone didn’t look surprised. It was if it was decreed by Fates long before he was born. His fellow tribesmen looked worried for him. And he knew why. The Amazon queen Antianeira had a notorious reputation. She was known to cripple her lovers as she believed the lame best performs the acts of love. Many of the Gargarean tributes died due to complications. Some were unlucky to be able to live and be maimed for the rest of their lives.
Normally, tributes were delivered to the borders of Themyscira where a group of Amazons would be waiting for them and then be taken to the city. However, for that year, the Amazon queen had previously announced that she would personally fetch the tribute.
“Only one tribute?” Antianeira asked when she arrived. She looked fierce and menacing on her war chariot ornamented by spikes and human skulls as she was convoyed by a troop of Amazon warriors.
“Our humble apologies, My Lady,” said the Gargarean king. “Please understand that this year has been cruel to us. Famine has plagued our lands. Half of our number has fallen. Nevertheless, we hope that you’ll still be pleased by this year’s tribute. Adonis is as good as ten -”
“Adonis?” interrupted the Amazon queen.
“Yes, My Lady,” the Gargarean king went on. “That is his name. Adonis is the finest and best warrior our tribe has ever had. His mother is a tree nymph, making him half-divine in nature so-”
“I’ve heard enough. Show me this man.”
Adonis came out of the tent and walked slowly towards the queen. He met Antianeira’s cold gray eyes and held his gaze until the Amazon blinked.
“Very well,” said the Amazon queen. “Not as bad as I’ve thought.”
Adonis hadn’t seen much of Themyscira. At the borders of the city, the Amazons had his head covered. They cuffed his hands and collared his neck. As he couldn’t see anything, he tried to tread carefully on the uneven ground but was made impossible by the constant tugging at his neck collar. When they arrived at the palace, they gave him a hard blow at the back of his neck, knocking him off.
When he regained consciousness, he found himself suspended by the arms. He was naked save for a loincloth that draped over his loins. He was inside a cylindrical stone chamber. Down below him was a circular trench where his feet were weighed down by an iron ball.
“At last,” said a familiar voice. “I was afraid you’ll never wake.”
“From the moment you came out of that tent and looked straight into my eyes, I know you’ll be different.”
“I know what you and your people want. Why don’t you just get on with it?”
“Oh, you have no idea what we want.” Antianeira ran her index finger from his chest down to his navel. “Much more what I want.”
“Trust me, I know,” Adonis smirked. “And you’ll never get it from me.”
A truncheon-weilding Amazon went in.
“I’m not so sure about that.” Antianeira turned to the other Amazon. “Anaea, you know what to do.”
The queen left, leaving Adonis with the Amazon Anaea.
Anaea was much more muscular than Antianeira. She had short dark hair and a square face. Her eyes shone with cruelty as she whispered to his ear, “Scream for me.”
After what Anaea did to him, Adonis could no longer feel his legs. He must had lost consciousness for the next thing he knew he was already in another chamber. He saw the Amazon queen straddling him. Like him, she was completely naked. He realized later that he was bound to the bed, in a humiliating spread-eagled position. Antianeira took no notice on him and went on with her frenzy. Adonis tried his best not to succumb but his nature got the best of him and gave the queen what she wanted.
Antianeira ultimately took off without him even producing a squeak. He didn’t want to give the queen the satisfaction at least on that matter.
“I’m impressed,” said Antianeira as she put on her white robe. “Let’s see how long you can keep that up.”
A door opened and a train of Amazons in white robes went in.
“I’ll be watching,” said Antianeira.
Adonis eventually lost count as to how many Amazons used him. In the end, he had never felt so sore and exhausted that he was left wondering how he could have possibly lasted. They, he deduced, must had done something to him while he was still unconscious for when he woke up, he felt like his entire body was burning. He was so close to passing out each time he climaxed which made keeping silent easier. Antianeira, however, was not pleased.
Adonis was chained to a wooden block like a cow waiting to be milked. He was moved to an arena where a host of Amazons were surrounding him in a semicircle.
“Let’s have a deal,” whispered Antianeira. “Produce not the slightest sound and I will let you go back to your beloved tribe. I also swear by the gods not to ever bother you again. Fail and I will have my warriors sack Gargarei. Do you understand?”
Adonis now noticed that the armored Amazons were wearing a strange contraption around their waists. Hanging between their thighs were wooden objects that came in a very familiar shape: a man’s implement.
The horror immediately dawned upon Adonis. Those objects looked impratically huge and gigantic. There was no way he could survive them.
As the onslaught began, Adonis was thankful he was gagged for he might have bitten his lips off. He silently prayed to all the gods for whatever aid they could give but to no avail. He thought they must also be watching from Olympus and taking pleasure on his turmoil. Nonetheless, with all his might, he stopped his own voice from betraying him. The only witnesses to his pain and anguish were his tears which flowed endlessly down his blood-red cheeks and the blood that generously oozed from his wrecked posterior.
As the final Amazon entered him, he ultimately passed out.
A year had passed since the Amazon freed Adonis. He was now the king of the Gargareans. In a month’s time, he would be leading an attack against the Amazons.
After the Amazons were done with him, Adonis was thrown off the borders of Gargarei. He had lost a lot of blood and was badly beaten. He was lucky to have survived and be able to walk again.
After he fully recovered, he convinced his fellow tribesmen to fight the Amazons. They spent the next year preparing for war and strengthening their force. He also sought the help of neighboring kingdoms and cities and successfully enlisted their help.
The Gargareans had succumbed to the Amazons many times in the past. This time around, he would make sure of it, Themyscira would fall.