JIP: The Lost Amazons

Disclaimer: This adult short story is a work of fiction. It is meant for those eighteen and older. There is sexual and taboo content, some of which may not even be possible. All characters are eighteen or older. Though there are inspirations from other fictional sources, any similarity to real people, live or no, is merely coincidental.

Synopsis: Led by her professor, Jennifer goes on an archaeological expedition in the Black Sea. They uncover an almost literal doorway to the past … Enjoy!

eBook Edition

The Lost Amazons 

Jennifer was growing bored and homesick. It was only a week into this month-planned expedition in the Black Sea. Like so much archaeology now, it was all about recovering whatever they could find before some construction project literally blew everything up. Some multi-national oil company recently gained the rights to do some new offshore drilling on the Bulgarian corner of the sea, and EU and local regulations ensured some archaeological excavation of the area before any construction began. Back in America, her Professor, Ron Jones, told her and two other students it would be an adventure of a lifetime — with university credits. Well, they had yet to find a damn thing.

Was this unusual or unexpected? Not really, but they did want to find something. Even Ron all but admitted his disappointment in not even finding a sunken trading vessel at dinner the night before.

Munching on a sandwich at the laptop, something in the pictures caught her eyes. “Wishful thinking?” she grunted to herself. Still, the image from the remote submersible seemed different somehow. “Little Guy” had been piloted down by fellow student Jack into an unexpected “crack” on the sea floor earlier. Ron did not expect to find much, but planned a quick sweep, being within their grid.

“What is it?” Jack asked curiously.

“Hold Little Guy there, Jack. Do you see that?”

“I’m not sure what I’m looking at.”

“Hey, Rob, come on down here, and tell us we’re hallucinating,” Jennifer called through the small vessel’s intercom.

The gruff, excited archaeologist scurried into the room a few moments later.

“We don’t know what the hell we’re looking at, but it doesn’t look like the rest of the area,” Jack stated curiously.

“Humph …” Ron looked closely at the monitor. “Too deep to expect any sunken village … Can you clean up the image, Jack, brighten it?”

“Best I can do for a live feed, but you know it’s all recording onto the server,” he stated.

“OK … give me a sweep of 10 meters either side of this, and bring Little Guy back up. Jack, join the rest of us in the research room when you are able.”

“OK,” he confirmed.

While Jack was bringing the submersible back up, the team looked at the mysterious image on the big 4K TV, brightened and contrast boosted. The adjustments never seemed to help much, but they did help.

Sans-Jack, the team of Professor Ron, Jennifer, Larry, and Jason sat at the table. 

“It’s a doorway! It’s a fucking massive doorway on the bottom of the sea on rock face!” Jason exclaimed. He was a senior like Jennifer, but perhaps had the most wide eyed excitement of them all throughout the trip.

“It would seem so, Jason. But let’s make sure this isn’t some natural basalt or something else first …”

Jack walked in. “Little Guy’s up, and the crew’s securin’em.” He sat on the free chair, eyes glued to the screen.

“Great!” the professor began. “This apparent structure appears to be about 50 by 60 meters. That might just be a strike against the ‘doors’ theory, with that size! I’m also concerned about the square appearance of those ‘columns,’ even though that might suggest the first found basalt formation like that here. It’s also quite a bit deeper than any sunken city should be. So, I don’t want anyone jumping onto Twitter with any wild speculations on what this might be.”

“It’s nice to find something,” Larry, a computer science minor, said pretty much to himself. He was a sophomore, and was the team’s go-to guy for anything even remotely related to tech, including the images they were observing.

“I’m ready to bring people down in Big Guy, Rob. You all know Big Guy is better equipped for that depth, and has that much better a camera.”

“Yes,” Ron agreed. “I think that might be the best idea at this point. Jack, that thing can fit all of us, correct?”

“Uh, yeah, it should,” he answered. “Might be a bit snug in there, so I don’t recommend bringing much to the surface, if we find anything smaller than this columns!”

“OK, we will continued to go over the images tonight. 10 o’clock, after breakfast, we will head down there in Big Guy.

Jennifer could tell Ron was perhaps the most excited of any of them the next morning at breakfast. He was a very held back guy, and even a bit up tight when out in the field, on dry land. No matter how good a field manager he was, the field school a year ago was the first time she saw him actually yell at a student. That student was an utter idiot, everyone there agreed, but it was still surprising. Seeing the fifty year old unable to completely hide is childlike giddiness was a welcome view to counter the extreme she witnessed last year.

They were soon suiting up for the trip down to the “unidentified feature.” Jennifer never liked the underwater suits, the way they highlighted her lithe yet full assed physique, even if she liked the way it accentuated Jack’s somewhat athletic physique a little too much.

“All tight, everyone!” Ron stated happily on deck, next to the larger submersible. “Now that we are all sausaged-up, lets get going!”

Jennifer and her fellow students glanced at each other, equally as amazed at their teacher’s giddy behavior. 

The five of them made their way into the submersible. Jack sat in the driver’s seat, while Ron sat shotgun technically right behind him. The rest wiggled their way into the compact seats. Jennifer knew they all did not have to go, but also knew that Ron felt they all needed this experience, even if there were going to what might be a natural feature.

Jack slowly piloted them down the dark sea for the next hour, ears quietly popping. Munching on nuts and pretzels helped a little. The cloudy day certainly helped to make the marginal sea live up to its name. It was dark, but life visibly swam around them where their light touched.

“We’re at 2,000 meters now, a little more than sixty-five hundred feet,” Jack announced.

“How deep was the feature, Ron?” Jennifer asked, feeling silly that she probably should have known the answer.

“Oh, about 6,800 feet, almost there,” he answered.

Approaching the apparent crack at the present sea bottom, they all observed just how out of place it looked.

“What could have made such a crack?” Jason asked ponderously.

“Humph …” the professor began. “Possibly some long dormant hydrothermal vent. About the right shape. We’ll need to confer with Carol about it, though.” Carol Andropov was the local undersea geologist, who was unable to join them at this phase of the expedition. “The overall shape is about right, but it does seem a lot bigger than usual for this basin.”

“I thought size didn’t matter, Ron!” Jack quipped.

“You’ll learn that on your own one day, Jack!” he retorted, lightly patting Jack’s shoulder.

They all chuckled. Ron’s dry sense of humor was rare, but great when it hit.

Grunting, Jack piloted down the large, possible vent, glancing at the map they generated last night. He slowed the vessel down, and called, “Keep an eye out to your right, almost on top of it.”

“That’s it!” Jennifer cooed breathlessly.

With the brighter lights the door-like appearance was even more apparent. The internal monitor made it even more so. Indeed, it appeared to be a double door. 

Jennifer looked at the columns perhaps more intently than the others. She did quite a bit of research on them the night before. “Unless I’m imagining things, those columns almost look Persian.”

“Go on,” Ron stated, in his equal fascination.

Jennifer took out her folder of printouts. “The Persepolis ruins have that square appearance with that kind of ribbed appearance at the top.”

Ron took the printed pictures with a fascinated smile. “I would not definitively say what we are observing here is Persian, but assuming this structure is artificial, there is distinct Persian or Achaemenidinfluence.”

“Does it match any architecture of the area?” Larry asked.

Ron shook his head ponderously. “I don’t think so. We’ll have to take our notes and recordings to the surface for further research. None of this is making sense to me just yet.”

“Something’s happening …” Jennifer called shocked.

Bubbles began to pour out from the crack between the doors. The vessel moved nauseatingly, while Jack worked to steady.

“I’m backing off!” Jack yelled.

The apparent doors began to swing open at an accelerating rate, Jack having more and more trouble with the controls.

“What the fuck is happening!?” Larry screamed.
Indiana Jones and the Achaemenid City of Doom …” Ron answered is total awe.

“I’m loosing control of the vessel!” Jack yelled.

Big Guy was suddenly being sucked toward the opening doors, to everyone’s horror and fascination.

Jack put up his hands, looking back to everyone in bewildered terror.

The doors now almost completely open, they could only see utter blackness behind. Their exterior lights began to flicker, as did the camera system. They moved toward the doors at an accelerating rate. Soon, they moved past the apparent entryway, the dying lights highlighting the closing doors behind them before they died.

The interior lights suddenly flickered off, while they still could feel a sense of motion forward. Yet, they seemed to be slowing down and moving down. And then, thud.

Everyone breathed heavily in the still darkness. Jennifer, certainly like the rest of them, had no clue what to expect next.

“Ron?” Jennifer called quietly.

“Is everyone OK?” Ron called.

Everyone sounded off.

Suddenly, a loud whirling sound became audible, not long before ears began to pop. It was as if they were ascending, but there was zero sense of motion.

Like a smooth knob turn, yellowish lights on the outside slowly came to life, as did at least their vessel’s console lights. A wet, yellow-brown stone chamber became visible. It looked like it was carved out of the bedrock. The doors above were visible through a large shaft, as more “human-sized” doors lay directly before them.

“OK,” Ron breathed, looking at the instruments. He looked relieved the power was returning to the vessel, even if the camera system still seemed inoperable. “Um … Don’t ask me how, but it looks like the pressure is about surface level out there.”

“That was a quick depressurization,” Larry observed uncomfortably.

They all knew that quick pressure changes were more than bad for their healths, even if the Black Sea was not the most extreme depth.

“The best adventures are unexpected …” Ron said quietly to himself. “Everyone, just stay behind me. Only one way to go …”

Ron opened the hatch, and not too nimbly climbed out. The rest followed, Jennifer just behind Jack. Jennifer found herself turned on by the man’s tight ass at the most inopportune time.

To Jennifer’s surprise, the air felt fresh and flowed just a bit around them. Her heart skipped a beat when the doors before them suddenly began to open.

Three rather tall, sexy, athletically built women, with an almost ironically sandy complexion, stood before them. They wore hip length dresses, for lack of better description. The women’s attire were quite breathtaking, having elaborate golden swirls that seemed to move on their own. The women on either side had slightly shorter dresses, essentially tunics, with trousers covering their strong legs. The one at the center was taller than the other two, wore more a dress sans-trousers, had sandals with a elaborate black straps twisting up her muscular calves, and almost bled authority.

The tallest walked over to Ron, Jennifer observing that the women seemed to be holding back a kind of mistrust. That mistrust was barely overridden by a diplomatic demeanor.

“I am Aegeana, elected Queen of Skythikē. These are my Attendants Philippis and Asteria,” the very tall woman greeted. She pronounced her name with surprising emphasis on the hard G. Her tones were subtly stilted and Greek-like.

“I am Professor Ron Jones,” they shook hands, quite surprised by her grip. “We are on an archaeological survey of the area … You speak English, shake hands.”

She smirked oddly. “It can take a lot of effort to stay isolated, Dr. Jones, but still find ways to fail at it. I will admit that we already obtained records of all of you. Your internet can be quite useful.” She glanced over to the enthralled Jennifer. “Please, come with us.”

Jennifer still squarely behind Jack, they were led through long corridors adorned with carvings reminiscent of Greek and Scythian imagery of legendary battles. The lighting, Jennifer realized, looked florescent, while the heat from them suggested a higher UV than ones back home.

“These murals are reminders of what we once were, Dr. Jones.”

“Skythikē …” Ron said quietly.

“Yes, Professor, our city is named after that long past empire you sometimes call Scythia.She stated, almost sarcastically highlighting the soft C. “I’ve never understood why so many peoples change the pronunciations like that. But, yes, most of us are decedents of a tribe from that empire. And myth has often described our forbears as Amazons. My aunt, Queen Aegea, the Second, was a founder of this place. So, her mother was not exactly lost at sea.” The Queen motioned for them to enter the large room.

They sat at at long table, while Aegeana walked to the central chair on the platform. A large green tapestry hung on the wall behind, breathtaking depicting a golden warrior woman. The Attendants stayed at the doorway, while four others equally as Amazonian walked into the room, sitting on either side of the queen.

“There was a time,” the Queen began, “when men were only allowed in our city for procreation and pleasure. Even though such laws are still extant, that was long ago. You and your team, Dr. Jones, represent the first men to set foot here for 165 years, as we all but shed the need to procreate long before. The Queen’s Council voted to grant you, the men, guest status, pending a binding vote of the Ecclesia. Until that vote, you will be given comfortable quarters when finished here.” She looked over to Jennifer. “Jennifer, as a woman, you automatically have free rein within this city. I must advise you, however, that you are also considered a guest until the Ecclesia votes on a more binding status. Thus, you will have a … handler, I believe you call them, if and when you decide to explore. We have no fear of cultural contamination, not anymore, but we are accustomed to our isolation … Now, we have prepared food for you, and after we will show you to your temporary accommodations. Again, Jennifer, you are free to move as you wish, within reason. Arreta, to my left, volunteered to be your handler …”

All the Amazons left, save for brightly redheaded Arreta, who openly chatted with Jennifer in tones far less natural than her Queen. It went unstated that this was an excellent opportunity to learn about these people. Indeed, Queen’s Counselor Arreta was more than willing to give their history. 

After fighting in the Trojan war, their then Queen Aegea presided over a transformative time for her people. She had lost her best warriors on the journey back to Scythia, on the northern coast of the Black Sea, after fighting at Troy. Even though she initially aimed to rebuild her people as the warriors they had been, she controversially decided to do something a little different. 

The secret of the Amazon’s strength and longevity (most lived healthy lives into the 90s) was a special compound they called the Hypōstasis (literally “Base Substance”). It grew like a fungus on a long extinct sea anemone. It was consumed by all Amazons at a young age, ensuring not just that longevity, but also the distinct physicality and in superior intelligence. Those effects were almost negligible on men, but did make them more subservient through likely reduced testosterone. Aegea decided to focus on refining and artificially duplicating the substance, given its increasing rarity. The combined efforts of her people led to success within the next twenty years.

The refined and synthesized substance led to the next generation of Amazons being taller, stronger, distinctly libidinous, and even more intelligent. That and succeeding generations of that time literally lived for an average of at least 200 years.

These highly intelligent generations led to scientific advances not unlike the Minoan myths, while isolationism grew to protect their “wizardry” from tyrannical outsiders (men). In that age, they developed a governing system similar to what it became, especially after the influence of Athenian Democracy: the legislative Ecclesia and associated governing and legal systems, with the executive-like Anassa (Queen) executing authority from the Ēdrassa (Queen’s Mount).

This age came to an end about 2,000 years ago. The oldest recorded woman at the time was 245, in the updated calendar system. The men technically lived longer, too, but rarely more than 150 years. At the same time, the men were unofficially and traditionally second class citizens in a society with official gender equality. The sexual decadence of the time had already surpassed the urge for true scientific exploration. Well, much of the pleasures they invented were still an integral part of their present society. The second class men and overwhelming decadence led to the only tyrannical  male leader in their history, Illopus, a name now used to describe disastrousness. This all was partly made possible by men not being required to consume the substance.

This tyrannical time had led to women being enslaved by the vary sexual drugs they so embraced. Illopus only ruled for five years before Andreopa overthrew him, established what is now called the Boulē Anassas (Queen’s Council), and fully reestablished the Ecclesia system of direct democracy. However, Andreopa had the Queen’s Council decree that men only be utilized for pleasure and procreation, as well as making it mandatory for men to take the substance. Though men still technically had equal say in the binding authority of the Ecclesia, women had always outnumbered the men in their society. The laws concerning men stuck. Andreopa was not considered as tyrannical as Illopus at first, as all she really did was make long-time customs toward men official in the first years of her reign.

She, however, ruled for the next 100 years with as much an iron fist as was possible in their society. No Queen used the Queen’s Council so aggressively since. Indeed many if not most of her laws were nullified by her successor, Aegea II, due to Andreopa making the vast majority of them without the consent of the Ecclesia. They were very lucky Andreopa never designated a successor, ensuring the 105 years of corrupting tyrannical rule came to an end.

Aegea II, whose claim to the Mount was from her not too distant ancestor, Aegea I, spent the first years of her reign aggressively weeding out the corruptive influences, mostly by influencing the Ecclesia. Their scholars now agreed that the first fifty years of her reign was a kind of epilogue of their tyrannical age, due to her pushing forward laws almost as aggressively as her predecessor. Some even argue that the tyrannical age did not completely end until the Ecclesia made the Queen’s Mount an elected position 300 years into her reign, just before she died. The Queen was not only now to be voted in by the Ecclesia, but also could be voted out by the Ecclesia if the Queen did not abdicate on her own.

Still, the reign of Aegea II saw a rebirth of scientific inquiry, albeit still embracing their hedonism by having much of their science toward perfecting pleasure. Her explorers found and expanded upon the very cave structure they were in now, moving their whole civilization. The technologies they created only now resembled what was found above. Most importantly, the refined substance that was the cornerstone of their long lived civilization was finally advanced further, as they created devices that could deliver all the benefits in mere hours. Most significantly, they theoretically expanded  the already extreme life expectancy of women to theoretically over a thousand years, making the need for men all but obsolete for propagation. Men, too, saw some benefit by slightly increasing their lifespans and overall physicality, but at the cost of a drastically reduced testosterone. However, only women 100 years old or younger could gain the full benefit of the dramatically upgraded substance, something they now know Aegea II was furious about in private. There was considerable effort to nullify that age limit with minor success, allowing Aegea to live to her 398th birthday. Thus, with the lack of needed breeding stock, artificial insemination growing more common, and preponderance of artificial and lesbian pleasures, the men simply died out (not counting the accidental explorer). 

Since that time, they had many elected Queens, with the ultimate precedent of not more than 100 year reigns. Aegeana was in her 75th year as Queen. She was well liked and respected, even if the archaeological team was the first truly interesting thing of her reign thus far …

While the men were quietly ushered to their rooms, Jennifer requested to tour the place a bit.

“Is there anything you would like to see?” Arreta asked somewhat awkwardly. She did not know how to play tour guide.

“Well, maybe show me something unique to your city. What do you like to do when not dealing with uninvited guests, Arreta?”

The towering Amazon looked over Jennifer of humanly average hight with a subtle smile. Arreta did not mean to be intimidating, but she honestly was to Jennifer. “I was planning to meet with some friends. It was likely be what you call an orgy, but your presence may change things.”

“Change things? I’m not a lesbian …”

“You don’t have to be. I know we are a lot stronger than you, and naturally intimidate you … We won’t hurt you, if we treat this … tenderly.”

Like Arreta, all the women at the gathering represented the apparent epitome of the female form, making Jennifer feel rather short at five feet and eight inches. Arreta was the shortest at just under six feet, while some others there looked over seven feet. Their outward ages seemed to range from late twenties to maybe late thirties, but Jennifer was sure they could not be less than two-hundred. Their blatant musculature somehow enhanced their breathtakingly ageless beauty. Indeed, the only thing that Jennifer technically had that was better, maybe, was her breasts. Jennifer had an amble D-cup, while no Amazon she saw thus far had a chest much larger than a healthy B-cup.

Arreta spoke to them in their apparently quiet native language, which sounded like a breezy mix of Greek, Russian, and Persian. The women all looked at Jennifer like fascinated scientists, while trying to not make her uncomfortable.

Not all of them knew English that well, so Arreta often served as translator. They were all pleasant and gracious to Jennifer, even though she technically disrupted their plans. They were especially fascinated how “little” sex Jennifer had, and how sex felt with men.

“So … it was month since?” Akonea asked in blatant disbelief. She was the tallest at well over seven feet tall, and had the most striking features. She looked like some alabaster statue, with curly brown hair.

“Yes,” Jennifer confirmed, sipping at the best, most sweet red wine she ever tasted. “Well, with someone else.”

“Non with someone else? Mean you with … err … the word … You’ve had yourself more recent?”

“Uh, yeah … Self service, some of us Americans like to call it.”

“Ah, I see!” she exclaimed playfully. “We like to call that Avanicos!”

“Roughly … ‘Self Lust’,” Arreta translated. “We do that always, too! Who knows how to give one true pleasure better than yourself?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” Jennifer confirmed shyly, taking a large gulp of the wine.

A raven haired, dark skinned Revnei on the other side of the settee asked something in their language. Arreta comfortably translated, “Was it you that gave you your first orgasm?”

Jennifer almost spat out the remainder of her wine at the directness of the question, even though they’ve been just about that direct all along. 

The three Amazons conversing with her patiently, politely waited for the answer.

“Well,” Jennifer began, feeling the alcohol. “… Yes, I gave myself my first orgasm. I guess I’ve had better since when with someone else.”

“Your first orgasm profound?” Akonea queried.

“It was,” Jennifer confirmed. “I guess it’s still the most profound sexual experience of my life. Yeah, my last lover gave me better orgasms sometimes, but I never felt anything like that before. I can still make myself feel like I did that first time. That’s why I like the pleasure myself, especially since I’m single right now.”

Revnei seemed to ask something that Arreta did not want to relay at first, before relenting. “Revnei would like to know if you want that profound feeling with a great orgasm.”

“I, uh, I suppose so … What do you mean?”

Arreta answered, “We call it Hedonikos, roughly translated ‘passion.’ It is a … compound that naturally induces pleasure while causing beautiful hallucinations.”

“Well, why don’t you use that all the time?” Jennifer asked jokingly.

Arreta smirked. “It is not addictive, Jennifer. It is just another form of pleasure for us … My concern is that you are not one of us, so it might affect you more strongly.”

With all this talk of sex — and all the wine, Jennifer was genuinely curious. Sure, she smoked marijuana occasionally, but she was never one try anything serious. “So, is Hedonikos smoked, eaten?”

Revnei smiled almost deviously with her full lips, and answered. “She prefer through scent.” Arreta translated, before Revnei took a vial from the canister on the ornately carved table behind her.

Revnei offered Jennifer the vial. Jennifer examined it ponderously. A semi-opaque greenish mist floated in it. “I just breath it in?”

“That is truth,” Arreta answered in the affirmative.

Jennifer could not believe she was about to do a sex drug with curious Amazons, but she was curious like they were. Archaeology was a form of anthropology after all, so learning about a form a fun and pleasure for these Amazons could not be passed up. She popped open the leather-like cap, and breathed it in.

It felt smooth and sweet and downright soothing. The alcohol certainly played a role, but she was finding herself just that more relaxed amongst living Goddesses. And they were beautiful Goddesses. Just looking at the three Amazons sitting with her, there was no doubt they deserved to be worshiped in their attaining of divinity. She had no idea how long she was lingering on the glowing Goddesses.

Jennifer found herself slowly looking around the room, feeling a growing haziness. Everyone around them were now in the throes of hot, naked, ecstasy. Some were alone, literally fucking themselves, while others were overlapping mounds of purely pleasure. When she eventually made her way back to the gorgeous Arreta, that Goddess had changed somehow. She was laying back happily, seductively with a come-hither smile. Her hair was now a shimmering crimson, as her once blue eyes shifted to a matching red. She implausibly now only wore what looked like a black latex bra and panties, along with pink stockings that looked like a cross between silk and shimmering latex.

A wave on ecstasy flowed over Jennifer. It was not really because all the women around her were the most beautiful women in this realm of near orgasmic passion; it was because of the potential and actual passion exuded. She soon found herself laying back in the profound pleasure. The ceiling now seemed sexually alive, presenting carved Amazons in the midst of ultimate passion. Yet, she somehow knew it was not a mirror image of the “real” world below, in spite of no longer being able to move her mind with any speed.

Nothing mattered but her own growing sense of ecstatic euphoria. Her whole body was coming alive in that same profound feeling she truly loved in pleasure, but no man could ever really give her. Soon, she became aware that a naked and orgasmic Revnei lay on the soft floor in mindless pleasure, while three vials lay next to her. Arreta and Akonea seemed to be lost in their own naked ecstasy, but instead sharing it between themselves gloriously. They looked almost like they were floating above, slithering all over their shimmering bodies. No, they were twisting and turning and cooing into each other, merging into the same orgasmic being with latex-like stockings. The single body seemed to phase from one Amazon being to another with their ever orgasmic coos.

Jennifer now felt her somehow now naked self being smothered by the orgasmic pleasure she always yearned for through the profoundness of self-love. It was everything. It was too much. It was what she needed. It was glorious. The whole room was alive and seething in the chaotic pleasures. Jennifer felt herself become consumed in it all. She cold taste, she could feel the pleasures surrounding her, as she excreted her own into the orgasmic mass. She eventually realized she had been in continuous orgasm. The profoundness of it made it feel unlike anything she ever felt before, but it was what she always wanted. Yet, it was somehow more than anything she ever knew she wanted. Her profoundly orgasmic state somehow connected her with all the orgasming Amazons in the room. She was one with the Gods for this everlasting moment. She could taste their hard earned divinity. It was all profoundly unreal, but she now knew the best pleasures always were. These perfect pleasures could only be divine.

“OH, FUCK …” Jennifer screamed in the continuous orgasm, the scream feeling like a lifetime. “MY GODDESSES! Oh, oh, AHHHH-HA-AHHHHH …”

Jennifer slowly opened her eyes, felling invigorated. She lay in a bed in a whole other room, her room, she supposed. Arreta slept quietly next to her. She slowly moved out of the bed, observing how naked she was.

“Good mourning, Jennifer,” Arreta said quietly behind her.

Oh …” She quickly turned, covering herself with her arms.

Arreta smiled at her shyness. “That is how your people greet people when you awake, correct?”

“Often not while naked, but yes … You brought me back here last night?”

“Yes,” she said flatly. “You were very worn out, and I wanted to keep any eye on you. The drug can create quite an … elaborate experience, even for us.”

“I felt like I was …”

“Everywhere? Connected with all of us?”

Yes …”

She smiled toothily. “It is derived from a plant you call cannabis, but much refined and made to not be addicting. Alcohol is still still alcohol, although.”

“Yeah … that makes sense. I saw you and Akonea melt into each other.”

“Interesting … We love each other profoundly.” Arreta said happily.

“You don’t happen to wear a pair of pink stockings, do you?”

“Stock-kings?”

“Never mind!”

Jennifer was amused at how her breakfast was ready at the touch of a button in a place furnished almost archaically. But then again, they were a people that learned how to live for the better part of a millennia! The large meal resembled the Turkish tradition. There was a light tasting, white cheese, bagel-like sweet bread, a lightly sweet spread, eggs with fish mixed in, and olives. It turned out that they were largely pescatarian, and the chicken-laden meal they had last night was largely for the benefit of their guests. This incredibly good breakfast was much more traditional for them. Arreta explained they had eggs and olives with just about every meal! To Jennifer’s surprise, there was also definitely coffee, but of a strong, sweet blend she never had before. It would seem that these Amazons had a bit of a sweet tooth.

“So you like to have breakfast in the nude?” Jennifer asked amazed at her casually nude handler. Her breasts may have just been an A-cup by North American standards, but their shape was like looking at perfection: distinct, slightly ovular, perfectly round and pink areolae, and subtly puffy nipples. Strangely, that pink was exactly like the color of the hallucinated stockings.

“Yes, we often do,” she confirmed casually, sipping at her steaming coffee.

That was somewhat an alien concept for her, while she found this silvery dress incredibly comfortable. “So, um, tell me about when you were made, well, you.”

“I was born Amazon, but I was improved when I was only twenty, 260 years ago.”

“You don’t look a day over twenty-six!”

“Thank you!” she chuckled. “I think we would still age somewhat slowly from generations of exposure to the substance, but the improvement chamber slows it down to about ten years for every hundred by your metric. Given how there is no one older than 400 right now, it is unlikely our population will start to dwindle any time soon, if ever.”

“Do you think I could … see one of these chambers?” she asked innocently.

Arreta seemed genuinely surprised at that requests. “I don’t think it would be a problem. They have developed a lot of dust since I was in one …”

In an apparent medical storage room, Jennifer stood before an apparatus that seemed a cross between a computer terminal and upright massage table.

“Well, this is one of them,” Arreta stated. “They might as well represent some of our best technology. They were so good that they might never need to be used again.”

The curious Jennifer cautiously walked toward the apparatus. 

“Careful, they are automatic, Jennifer, and might not work properly after all this time.”

She nodded, but her curiosity defeated her, walking into the opened chamber. Jennifer started to freak out when capsule the sealed her in from behind. “Hey, what is this!?”

“Can you hear me, Jennifer!?” Arreta called, barely heard. “I am going to try to deactivate the chamber!”

The screen before Jennifer began to flash in a distracting array of color and shapes. A hiss became audible, while the air became sickly sweet, reminiscent of the drug she took earlier. A subtle yet distinct pleasure began to grow at her pussy. She began to breath the odd air deeply, eyes unblinking at the hypnotically twirling lights before her. Everything began to grow hazy in the growing pleasure, like a thick pink fog was surrounding her body and mind. Almost in the distance, she felt things prick her neck, wrists, inner thighs, and feet. A familiar voice said something inaudible in the distance.

The image of the tall, naked Queen slowly came into focus before her. The machine seemed gone. What confused her was how she was back in her dorm room in the United States.

“I … I don’t understand …”

“That is not a bad place to start, Jennifer,” the current Amazon Queen stated with a knowing smile. “Come forward, greet me formally, and we will begin.”

“Begin what?”

“Your transformation,” she answered patiently. “You are not one of us, so this process will be more than had normally been done in the chamber you currently reside.”

Jennifer somehow remembered the traditional greeting. This was strange, in all ways, but showing this elected leader respect made sense.

She walked forward until she was about a foot away from the commanding woman, and went to her knees. She slowly kissed the left foot then right, lifted herself to kiss the right then left middle fingers, and finally kissed her right on the lips. Jennifer then stood back feeling a little strange, finding herself less than subtly bowing to this representation of the Queen.

“Excellent, Jennifer. Remove your clothes and lay down.”

Jennifer did so without question.

The Queen then forced her pink nailed, soft, high arched, large bare foot down Jennifer’s throat. The flavor was of pure Hedonikos, smooth and sweet. It quickly went deeper into her. Somehow, the delicious thing adjusted to go upward into her head, into her brain. Jennifer’s thoughts were soon not really her thoughts. She was always strong willed, but these new thoughts were of a true alpha-female. Men were men, but women were everything. Jennifer then felt the Queen’s other foot penetrate her humid pussy. She could feel the entire foot inside her vaginal cavity, impossibly feeling the calf brushing the lips.

Through the growing pleasure, Jennifer was no longer sure if the alpha thoughts were the Queen’s or hers. They were the only thoughts in Jennifer’s head, so how could they not be Jennifer’s?

The pleasure grew and grew into a mind-destroying orgasm …

The world was hazy again. A quiet voice called in the distance. That pinkish haze fading slightly, she could feel something attached to the very top of her spine, as she was sure small tubes were now attached to the sides of her neck, her wrists, inner thighs, and tops of her feet. The sense that something unseen was pressed against her crotch was certain. Her heart beat was slightly elevated but regular. She then realized what felt like a breath mask was over her mouth … A man slowly became visible through the haze. It was Jack. She soon realized she was back in the hotel room in Bulgaria. Nothing was apparently attached to her.

“When did we get back?” Jennifer asked the man she found far less impressive than she had before.

“Just now,” he said quietly.

Jennifer found herself to be horny, and willfully walked over to him. She wanted him to worship her. Then she remembered that she and Jack were invited to her new boss’ house.

“We’re leaving in ten minutes, Jack,” she stated.

“Oh, right!” he said somewhat quietly. “Be ready in a minute, Jennifer.”

She smiled at her boy. There was confusion for a moment, as if that was not the case until right then. The odd thought quickly passed. Jack consented to be hers forever years ago. Not really her slave, but he was incapable of saying no to her. This was right; this was how things needed to me. Getting dressed for the casual meeting, she found herself confused again, but toward herself. All of her clothes looked like they were for a taller woman with smaller breasts. No, she was always about the same hight as Jack, and always had nice healthy Cs …

The two stood at the front door to Aegeana’s house. Jennifer was excited, but Jack looked uncomfortable. He did not want to be there.

“Look, Jay, we really gotta make a good impression here. She’s my new boss!”

“Ok, ok …”

Aegeana, who was taller but much less so than she somehow thought, opened the door all smiles. “Hey, Jennifer! Come on in!”

They casually walked inside, Aegeana’s man was there to happily greet them, too. Jennifer’s simple, form fitting, dress dress was well countered by Aegeana’s mid-riff highlighting blouse, and tight white pants. They both wore leather strapped sandals.

“Thank you for inviting us over, Aegeana. My last boss was never so personable.”

“Oh, think nothing of it. I want you to be comfortable with your new role, and that includes being comfortable with me.”

They made their way to the white settee. Small sliced boiled eggs, olives, and sweet crackers were already on the coffee table. They happily munched on the finger food and made small talk.

“So how long have you two been together?” Aegeana pleasantly asked.

“On not too long, Aegeana. How about you two?”

“Fifty years this March!”

The couple only looked to be in their early thirties, but the given number did not seem strange to Jennifer.

“Wow, what’s your secret, if I may ask?” Jennifer asked.

“Sex,” Aegeana answered bluntly.

“Really great sex!” Aegeana’s man clarified happily.

Jack looked really uncomfortable now. He was never really one to talk about such things to people he did not know well.

“Don’t be rude, Jack” she lightly hit his forearm. Looking up to her boss, she asked, “What do you do to keep things interesting, Aegeana?”

“You gotta change things a little at least every decade or so,” Aegeana’s man answered.

“Lately we’ve been having fun with the Kataskestis,” Aegeana furthered.

“Kataskestis?” Jennifer queried.

“You haven’t heard of it?” Aegeana said surprised. “The pleasure maker has been around. Strong enough for a man, but made for a woman! Come on, we’ll show you.”

Aegeana led them up the steps into the common libidinos (pleasure) room. Front and center on the bed, amongst racks holding vials of flowing Hedonikos and a variety of other drugs and toys, sat two half-cylinders. A fleshy looking area rested on the top of them, while wireless controls sat to the sides.

“These are the latest models!” Aegeana said excitedly. “They excrete lubricant that dramatically stimulates sex organs, and have even higher vibrations settings.”

Aegeana’s man seemed even more excited about them than Aegeana.

Jennifer never used that kind of device before, but was sure she saw one like it before.

“Think you could handle it, Jennifer?” Aegeana’s man asked with a horny smile. “It was almost too much for me the first time!”

“Uh …” Jennifer breathed. Suddenly Aegeana squatted down, and reached up under Jennifer’s short dress, pulling her panties down and off in a smooth motion. “Oh …”

“Oh, you have to give it a try,” Aegeana asked playfully.

“Ah, yes …” she breathed, amazed how she was moving forward with this so unquestionably.

Jennifer mounted the machine, feeling the warm, fleshy top shape itself to her crotch.

“Comfortable?”

Yes …” Jennifer breathed in surprise, feeling the warm lubricant awaken every nerve ending. There was very little penetration, per-se, but it was almost better than that sensation. “Woah …”

Aegeana’s man took the controller. “Watch this, my man’s a master with that!”

He switched it onto the low setting, with the vibrations flowing through her. “OAH …” she almost instantly cooed. “Ah … wow… Yeah …” She already felt nearly orgasmic, yet knew these kinds of machines could create orgasms that lasted longer than the buildup. He slowly increased power, making her coo more loudly, gutturally. He then twisted the knob almost all the way, making Jennifer scream in a growing orgasmic madness. Pleasure reverberated throughout her body, quickly consuming her mind. He then turned it down almost to zero.

“Oh .. oh, fuck …” Jennifer breathed, the pleasure still vibrating through her. She never felt an orgasm quite like that!

He then twisted the knob to maximum, higher than it was before.

“OH FUCK AHHH ERRRRR!” Jennifer screamed in pure orgasmic bliss. There was nothing but the flashing, pulsing pleasure throughout her seething body. The three watching her looked on joyously aroused.

He mercifully turned the knob to its lower setting.

“Good?” Aegeana asked almost deviously.

“Oh, yes … wow …” she barely answered, trying to gather her thoughts.

Aegeana lightly touched Jack’s chest, and proclaimed, “Cannot let them have all the fun, right?” She quickly stripped naked.

At the same time, Jennifer almost squirmed on top of the machine, while Aegeana’s man playfully twisted the knob up and down on the lower setting. “Oh, my Goddess,” she breathed, moving her hand and arm through her dark hair, licking her lips.

The very tall, athletic Aegeana straddled the other machine, moaning happily with its adjusting to her. “Jack, take the controller for mine!” Aegeana ordered.

Jack did so, excited but a bit nervous.

Jennifer found herself naturally, lustfully making out with Aegeana. And soon, the men found themselves playing with the wives through the controllers. Aegeana’s man literally kicked it up a notch, moving between medium-low to medium-high, as Jack emulated what he observed to the best of his ability. Aegeana playfully made out with Jack in confirmation he was doing it right. “You’re doing fucking great, Jack!” In playful retaliation, Aegeana’s man made out with Jennifer.

Both women moaned and cooed joyously, while Jennifer began to embrace just how overwhelming it all was. “Oh, gah, OH FUCK!” Jennifer cooed, realizing the machine was no longer commanded to anything lower than the medium setting.

“I told you he’s really good at this!” Aegeana cooed.

Leaning forward, Jennifer soon found herself in a long, slow, deep orgasm. 

“Never saw her cum like that before!” Jack exclaimed.

“Oh, she’s still in orgasm!” Aegeana exclaimed.

“OH FAH … OH …” The long, deep orgasm slowly subsided. Jennifer felt so good, and still turned on. Hot and bothered, she quickly pulled off her dress.

“My turn, Jack!” Aegeana exclaimed. “Oh, that’s it, right there … OH YEAH …” she cooed in deep orgasm, lasting almost as long as Jennifer’s did. “Don’t be shy,” Aegeana stated, pulling Jack in for a hungry kiss.

At the same time, Jennifer was happily making out with Aegeana’s man. They then adjusted the vibrating machines so Jennifer and Aegeana faced each other on all fours. The men began to thrust their cocks into the wive’s of the other man, while the machines obediently pleasured the women, essentially giving the women double or even triple the pleasure the men felt.

Jennifer found herself in Aegeana’s perfectly shaped bosom. She sucked her boss’ breast, literally suckling out the sweetest, most delicious milk she ever tasted. The women found themselves in a continuous orgasmic state through it all. Loving the feel of another man’s dick in her while a machine pleasured her, Jennifer was brought to a sexual revelation. These men were not much more than the machines they straddled. They loved them, but right now, the pleasure was all that mattered. The men, Jennifer was sure, were fully aware of this, but were always there for them. Well, that and her boss’ sweet breastmilk! “You fuck me so good,” she cooed to the man behind her, as Aegeana said the same thing to Jack with her lips and tongue.

The men were unable to cum until so ordered, so the women could go on in this orgasmic state without any worries. Satisfied with the epic pleasure, the women decided to go more conventional. They moved the machines aside, and mounted their supine men on their knees.

Jennifer soon found herself primally making out with Aegeana. She then had a long look at the perfect Amazon through the mounting pleasure. Yes, the dick felt good in her, but Jennifer found herself liking Aegeana’s body much more than the men beneath them. They were beautiful women, they were sexy women, they were arousing women, they were all that mattered.

The women, now in clear sexual sync, switched back to their husbands. Jennifer mounted facing toward the feet, while Aegeana mounted facing to the head. She then felt Aegeana massaging her foot, licking and sucking on the toes. The pleasure of that honor reverberated orgasmically though Jennifer’s body.

“Thank you, my Queen!” Jennifer cooed.

“Of course, my Jennifer!” Aegeana exclaimed. 

The women then repositioned into a hungry sixty-nine, with Jennifer on top, to her great honor. The men obediently thrusts their dicks into them, neither woman caring whose dick was in who right then. Licking and sucking the pussy lips — dicks sliding in and out, the woman soon found themselves reaching a pleasure equal to what the machines provided. The Amazons moaned and cooed in their orgasmic joy, the men happy to aid. The pleasure truly began to melt Jennifer’s mind as she knew it, making her wonder how much longer she could possibly last. The answer to her wonderment soon came, literally, both exploding in the final experience of their shared orgasm.

“You may cum now, men,” Aegeana ordered. Jennifer was glad she gave the order, not having much of a mind left.

They quickly blew hot loads, filled with blanks, into the happy women …

Everything slowly grew hazy around Jennifer. Familiar voices echoed in the distance. Where was she? What was happening? She could not immediately answer those questions. She felt so strange, like she had been working out for several days straight. Even her chest felt strange. A breath mask was over her mouth, as things seemed attached to her aching body.

The haze began to grow again. A male figure slowly appeared before her. It was Jack. He was not impressive to her, but she did love him. He did please her quite well when prompted. She had just finished her regular workout, and was ready for the next part with Jack, who was already on all fours on a mat. He was naked and expectant, while she only wore pink leggings that shimmered like polished rubber

Double sided strap-on dildo in hand, she went to her knees before he. It tasted smooth and sweet in their mouths. Jack worked especially hard to spread his drool over it, knowing that end was going inside him.

Jennifer almost casually inserted the strap-on into her inhaling pussy, and walked around to Jack’s presented ass. Down on one knee, she shoved the dildo in his ass like she had done it a thousand times. Well, she was sure she had, while she grunted in pleasure with him.

“Oh, gah …” Jack exclaimed. “This one’s so big!”

“Yeah, you like it, Jack? You like my bigger cock?”

“Oh yeah!”

“Oh, good boy, you kept your ass nice and tight!” she complimented though the pleasure. “Oh yeah …” she said before slapping his firm ass. She always loved how being the same height yet physically stronger made him look dwarfed below her, no matter how they fucked.

Jack groaned and went down to his shoulders. 

“Yeah, take my big fuckin’ dick, Jack!

They moaned and cooed joyously, before Jennifer had him flip onto his back. She lifted up his legs, and shoved herself back into his open asshole. Her thrusts were as deep as they were loving. Their eyes met and locked. She loved him, and he was hers. She loved him, and he was hers. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Their moans and coos grew louder and louder, the pleasure coming to its glorious peak. And finally, they came hard and loud … Jennifer took all of Jack’s cum into her mouth, and lovingly, passionately made out with him …

The world around her grew hazy. She realized she was disoriented and standing. Almost the moment she realized things were attached to her, those things detached themselves, retracting into the pinkish mist. She was … inside something. The memory of walking into a kind of transformation chamber surfaced slowly. Yes, she remembered now: Jennifer was curious about how the Amazons became what they are, and closely examined the still functional automated chamber. That would mean …?

A loud hissing suddenly became audible. The pinkish colored mists were quickly sucked away. A motor buzzed, while half of the chamber opened behind her.

“Jennifer! Are you OK?” Arreta called.

She turned and stepped out awkwardly, as if her body had changed dramatically. Almost instantly she realized that Arreta, though still taller, no longer dwarfed her. Any intimidation she felt toward her prior was only memory. She finally realized that she was completely naked, the machine apparently had dissolved her clothes somehow.

Ageana walked over, and said, “You were in the chamber for two days. The Ecclesia had a vote prior to knowledge you had entered it. They voted that the men are free to leave when they wish, and if they choose to stay, would of course be bound by the old laws surrounding men for now. You, Jennifer, were given the same freedom of choice, with the difference of becoming one of us, if you wished … Because you entered the chamber accidentally before that vote took place, I recommended via my Council that a new vote pertaining to your technically unauthorized transformation need to be taken. The Ecclesia has since voted that the men cannot leave until the matter with you is resolved.”

“What does that mean, my Queen?” she stated, automatically giving her reverence, to her surprise. It was utterly strange how she felt the same yet so different. The fact that she did not give the traditional greeting — and Ageana not making word of it, showed how much Jennifer did not change and how much Amazons did.

“I cannot say with certainly, but I do not think you are in trouble. You … jumped the gun, as I think you might put it. You are one of us now, there is no changing that.”

Now fully clothed in a shimmering white dress and strappy sandals, Jennifer found herself before the Ecclesia. It was a massive sloped chamber, she at the very bottom, with elaborate carvings of their warrior past and peaceful present lining the walls. There must have been 5,000 or more citizens in the rising stadium, and that was likely at least two-thirds of their overall population. The men sat in box seats to Jennifer’s left. They were not really caged or chained, but might as well have been. Their clothing looked to be simply brown tunics and trousers.

“You guys all right?” Jennifer asked. She felt above them, but did not want to be mean to them.

They said they were.

“Holy shit, Jennifer!” Jack exclaimed, enthralled. “I didn’t wanna believe that this happened to you.”

“I didn’t plan on it, Jack,” she stated. For the first time, she truly understood her feelings for him, something the machine knew from the beginning. “Queen Ageana said they were going to offer me to become one of them, but I jumped the gun, I guess”

“You are more beautiful than ever, Jennifer,” he breathed, revealing his own feeling for her.

“Thank you, Jack.” She was already amused at how, at about five feet and ten inches, she was the shortest Amazon, while her shrunken C-cup breasts were the largest any Amazon had in a millennia!

“Normally anthropologists don’t become the people they are studying, Jennifer,” her professor stated honestly, but in a lighter way that suggested he was not angry.

The Queen quietly sitting on the opposite side of the men, the dark haired Prōedros Boulē (Small Council Speaker) laid out the details that needed to be voted upon, (auto-translated through an earpiece). Jennifer just knew that the semi-annually elected Boule (Small Council) implemented the votes of the Ecclesia, while the Speaker ran the overall Ecclesia, practically an equal to the Queen.

The facts were largely known, and Jennifer was not called upon to speak. Most of them did not know English, as Jennifer, to her surprise, did not receive the Amazon language in the chamber. She was given an earpiece. Jennifer presumed that those earpieces were probably made within the last day or so.

“Does the chamber agree to the agenda at hand?” the almost middle-aged looking Speaker called.

White lights appeared around most of those in the chamber, the few others shown black.

“The Speaker sees a majority in the affirmative,” she stated. “Is there a call for a secret vote?”

The Speaker waited about thirty seconds, and no lights were seen. “The votes shall be by Standard Light … The first matter, the revisited vote: Shall the men of the archaeological expedition be allowed to leave if they choose?”

A very close vote ensued, and Jennifer was genuinely unsure about which way it went.

The speaker looked subtly relieved, glaring at the podium-console. “By a vote of 2,762 to 2,740, the men may be allowed to leave if they choose …”

The men all looked incredibly relived. Based on their reactions, that vote might have been tighter than the first.

“All present, please submit a time frame of 24, 48, or 72 hours. I remind those present that this is a plurality vote.”

Over the span of five minutes, blue lights shown around all those present.

“The overall vote totals are entered into the public record. With the plurality 2,146, the men will be required to leave our city within 48 hours from the time this session concludes, if they choose to leave … Do we agree with the Queen’s Decree of the visitors meeting with the Queen, at their leisure, to discuss what they will do in the world above after they leave?”

There may have been no more than five black lights. Jennifer was sure this was largely a formality, given the unusual nature of having visitors.

“The Speaker sees a majority in the affirmative. The men will meet with the Queen prior to leaving within 48 hours … The next matter: Jennifer Smith. Again, thanks to Mistress Arreta’s testimony, Tribunal Authority has recommended to not impose any charges against Mistress Smith or Arreta, because of both the unintentional nature of Mistress Smith’s infraction and the prior vote of invitation to Mistress Smith. The vote: Shall Jennifer Smith be given the all the rights and privileges of our people, regardless of her infraction?”

The vote was close, but not as close as the one for the men.

“By a vote of 3026, 2475, and one abstention, Jennifer Smith shall be made a full citizen of Skythikē … Are there any further matters those present would like to forward?” No lights shown. “I, Mistress Ametoria, Small Council Speaker, declare the Second Special Session of the year’s Full Ecclesia closed …”

Jennifer learned soon after what she expected, she was allowed to come and go from the city at will, but such an act was long unheard of. She had long conversations with the Queen and the ones she arrived with.

She was still Jennifer, but she changed so much, literally transformed into an Amazon. There were no good answers for the unprecedented issue. The only thing she was sure of was that she wanted Jack.  She wanted him more than anything, but felt it might be wrong to force him to stay. To her surprise, Jack did decide to stay with her, and was fine if that meant she was in charge. Though, she promised not to be overbearing. That meant he would have trip in a chamber, too, but was sure that would mostly just make him sexier in her eyes. He decided to sacrifice everything to be with her, after all.

The other’s promised the Queen they would keep Skythikē secret and isolated from the world, even if there was no way to stop the coming oil drilling. No good anthropologist would go against they policies of a people they visited, the professor explained. However, Queen Ageana stated that they might not have to keep his secret for long. She was quietly formulating a proposal to end their isolation for the past ten years, and the archaeologists’ arrival suggested the time was very close to forwarding the possibility to her people. The men were allowed to leave, and while that did not mean any laws were changed, that showed how her people were now far more favorable toward men and the general outsider. Plus, the plans of a new oil drilling not far from their city made more outsiders inevitable. Those plans allowed Jennifer to relax somewhat over the issue of suddenly leaving behind all those she knew above.

Just before her friends left, Jennifer was appointed as a special member of the Queen’s Council on matters of the outside world. Ultimately, she would become an integral part of the Queen’s move to end their isolationist policies, and would even become a kind of ambassador to those above only a few years later. Jennifer was genuinely honored.

####

The Lost Amazons 

Jennifer was growing bored and homesick. It was only a week into this month-planned expedition in the Black Sea. Like so much archaeology now, it was all about recovering whatever they could find before some construction project literally blew everything up. Some multi-national oil company recently gained the rights to do some new offshore drilling on the Bulgarian corner of the sea, and EU and local regulations ensured some archaeological excavation of the area before any construction began. Back in America, her Professor, Ron Jones, told her and two other students it would be an adventure of a lifetime with university credits. Well, they had yet to find a damn thing.

Was this unusual or unexpected? Not really, but they did want to find something. Even Ron all but admitted his disappointment in not even finding a sunken trading vessel at dinner the night before.

Munching on a sandwich at the laptop, something in the pictures caught her eyes. “Wishful thinking?” she grunted to herself. Still, the image from the remote submersible seemed different somehow. “Little Guy” had been piloted down by fellow student Jack into an unexpected “crack” on the sea floor earlier. Ron did not expect to find much, but planned quick sweep, being within their grid.

“What is it?” Jack asked curiously.

“Hold little guy there, Jack. Do you see that?”

“I’m not sure what I’m looking at.”

“Hey, Rob, come on down here, and tell us we’re hallucinating,” Jennifer called through the small vessel’s intercom.

The gruff, excited archaeologist scurried into the room a few moments later.

“We don’t know what the hell we’re looking at, but it doesn’t look like the rest of the area,” Jack stated curiously.

“Humph …” Ron looked closely at the monitor. “Too deep to expect any sunken village … Can you clean up the image, Jack, brighten it?”

“Best I can do for a live feed, but you know it’s all recording onto the server,” he stated.

“OK … give me a sweep of 10 meters either side of this, and bring Little Guy back up. Jack, join the rest of us in the research room when you are able.”

“OK,” he confirmed.

While Jack was bringing the submersible back up, the team looked at the mysterious image on the big 4K TV, brightened and contrast boosted. The adjustments never seemed to help much, but they did help.

Sans-Jack, the team of Professor Ron, Jennifer, Larry, and Jason sat at the table. 

“It’s a doorway! It’s a fucking massive doorway on the bottom of the sea on rock face!” Jason exclaimed. He was a senior like Jennifer, but perhaps had the most wide eyed excitement of them all throughout the trip.

“It would seem so, Jason. But let’s make sure this isn’t some natural basalt or something first …”

Jack walked in. “Little Guy’s up, and the crew’s securin’em.” He sat on the free chair, eyes glued to the screen.

“Great! This apparent structure appears to be about 50 by 60 meters. That might just be a strike against the ‘doors’ theory, with that size! I’m also concerned about square appearance of those ‘columns,’ even though that might suggest the first found basalt formation like that here. It’s also quite a bit deeper than any sunken city should be. So I don’t want anyone jumping onto Twitter with any wild speculations on what this might be.”

“It’s nice to find something,” Larry said pretty much to himself. He was a sophomore, and as a computer science minor, was the team’s go-to guy for anything even remotely related to tech. He was the one that cleaned up the images they were observing.

“I’m ready to bring people down in Big Guy, Rob. You all know Big Guy is better equipped for that depth, and has that much better a camera.”

“Yes,” Ron agreed. “I think that might be the best idea at this point. Jack, that thing can fit all of us, correct?”

“Uh, yeah, it should,” he answered. “Might be a bit snug in there, so I don’t recommend bringing much to the surface, if we find anything smaller than this columns!”

“OK, we will continued to go over the images tonight. 10 o’clock, after breakfast, we will head down there in Big Guy.

Jennifer could tell Ron was perhaps the most excited of any of them the next morning at breakfast. He was a very held back guy, and even a bit up tight when out in the field, on dry land. No matter how good a field manager he was, the field school a year ago was the first time she saw him actually yell at a student. The guy was an utter idiot, everyone there agreed, but it was still surprising. Seeing the fifty year old unable to completely hide is childlike giddiness was a welcome view to counter the extreme she witnessed last year.

They were soon suiting up for the trip down to the “unidentified feature.” Jennifer never liked the underwater suits, the way the highlighted her lithe yet full assed physique, even if she liked the way it accentuated Jack’s somewhat athletic physique a little too much.

“All tight, everyone!” Ron stated happily on deck, next to the larger submersible. “Now that we are all sausaged-up, lets get going!”

Jennifer and her fellow students glanced at each other, equally as amazed at their teacher’s giddy behavior. 

The five of them made their way into the submersible. Jack sat in the driver’s seat, while Ron sat shotgun technically right behind him. The rest wiggled their way into the compact seats. Jennifer knew they all did not have to go, but also knew that Ron felt they all needed this experience, even if there were going to what might be a natural feature.

Jack slowly piloted them down the dark sea for the next hour, ears quietly popping. Munching on nuts and pretzels helped a little. The cloudy day certainly helped to make the marginal sea live up to its name. It was dark, but life visibly swam around them where their light touched.

“We’re at 2,000 meters now, a little more than sixty-five hundred feet,” Jack announced.

“How deep was the feature, Ron?” Jennifer asked, feeling silly that she probably should have known the answer.

“Oh, about 6,800 feet, almost there,” he answered.

Approaching the apparent crack at the present sea bottom, they all observed just how out of place it looked.

“What could have made such a crack?” Jason asked ponderously.

“Humph …” the professor began. “Possibly some long dormant hydrothermal vent. About the right shape. We’ll need to confer with Carol about it, though.” Carol Andropov was the local undersea geologist, who was unable to join them at this phase of the expedition. “The overall shape is about right, but it does seem a lot bigger than usual for this basin.”

“I thought size didn’t matter, Ron!” Jack quipped.

“You’ll learn that on your own, Jack!” he retorted, lightly patting Jack’s shoulder.

They all chuckled. Ron’s dry sense of humor was rare, but great when it hit.

Grunting, Jack piloted down the large, theoretical vent, glancing at the map they generated last night. He slowed the vessel down, and called, “Keep an eye out to your right, almost on top of it.”

“That’s it!” Jennifer cooed breathlessly.

With the brighter lights the door-like appearance was even more apparent. The internal monitor made it even more so. Indeed, it appeared to be a double door. 

Jennifer looked at the columns perhaps more intently than the others. She did quite a bit of research on them the night before. “Unless I’m imagining things, those columns almost look Persian.”

“Go on,” Ron stated, in his equal fascination.

Jennifer took out her folder of printouts. “The Persepolis ruins have that square appearance with that kind of ribbed appearance at the top.”

Ron took the printed picked with a fascinated smile. “I would not definitively say what we are observing here is Persian, but assuming this structure is artificial, there is distinct Persian or Achaemenidinfluence.”

“Does it match any architecture of the area?” Larry asked.

Ron shook his head ponderously. “I don’t think so. We’ll have to take our notes and recordings to the surface for further research. None of this is making sense to me just yet.”

“Something’s happening …” Jennifer called shocked.

Bubbles began to pour out from the crack between the doors. The vessel moved nauseatingly, while Jack worked to steady.

“I’m backing off!” Jack yelled.

The apparent doors began to swing open at an accelerating rate, Jack having more and more trouble with the controls.

“What the fuck is happening!?” Larry screamed.
Indiana Jones and the Achaemenid City of Doom …” Ron answered is total awe.

“I’m loosing control of the vessel!” Jack yelled.

Big Guy was suddenly being sucked toward the opening doors, to everyone’s horror and amazement.

Jack put up his hands, looking back to everyone in bewildered terror.

The doors now almost completely open, they could only see utter blackness behind. Their exterior lights began to flicker, as did the camera system. They moved toward the doors at an accelerating rate. Soon, they moved past the apparent entryway, the dying lights highlighting the closing doors behind them before they died.

The interior lights suddenly flickered off, while they still could feel a sense of motion forward. Yet, they seemed to be slowing down and moving down. And then, thud.

Everyone breathed heavily in the still darkness. Jennifer, certainly like the rest of then, had no clue what to expect next.

“Ron?” Jennifer called quietly.

“Is everyone OK?” Ron called.

Everyone sounded off.

Suddenly, a loud whirling sound became audible, not long before ears began to pop. It was as if they were ascending, but there was zero sense of motion.

Like a smooth knob turn, yellowish lights on the outside slowly came to life, as did at least their console lights. A wet, yellow-brown stone chamber became visible. It looked like it was carved out of the bedrock. The doors above were visible through a large shaft, as more “human-sized” doors lay directly before them.

“OK,” Ron breathed, looking at the instruments. He looked relieved the power was returning to the vessel, even if the camera system still seemed inoperable. “Um … Don’t ask me how, but it looks like the pressure is about surface level out there.”

“That was a quick depressurization,” Larry observed uncomfortably.

They all knew that quick pressure changes were more than bad for their healths, even if the Black Sea was not the most extreme depths.

“The best adventures are unexpected …” Ron said quietly to himself. “Everyone, just stay behind me. Only one way to go …”

Ron opened the hatch, and not too nimbly climbed out. The rest followed, Jennifer just behind Jack. Jennifer found herself turned on by the man’s tight ass at the most inopportune time.

To Jennifer’s surprise, the air felt fresh and flowed just a bit around them. Her heart skipped a beat when the doors before them suddenly began to open.

Three rather tall, sexy, athletically built women, with an almost ironically sandy complexion, stood before them. They wore hip length dresses, for lack of better description. The women’s attire were quite breathtaking, having elaborate golden swirls that seemed to move on their own. The women on either side had slightly shorter dresses, essentially tunics, with trousers covering their strong legs. The one at the center was taller than the other two, wore more a dress sans-trousers, had sandals with an elaborate black straps twisting up her calves, and almost bled authority.

The tallest walked over to Ron, Jennifer observing that the woman seemed to be holding back a kind of mistrust. That mistrust barely overridden by a diplomatic demeanor.

“I am Aegeana, elected Queen of Skythikē. These are my Attendants Philippis and Asteria,” the very tall woman greeted. She pronounced her name with surprising emphasis on the hard G. Her tones were subtly stilted and Greek-like.

“I am Professor Ron Jones,” they shook hands, quite surprised by her grip. “We are on an archaeological survey of the area … You speak English, shake hands.”

She smirked oddly. “It can take a lot of effort to stay isolated, Dr. Jones, but still find ways to fail at it. I will admit that we already obtained records of all of you. Your internet can be quite useful.” She glanced over to the enthralled Jennifer. “Please, come with us.”

Jennifer still squarely behind Jack, they were led through long corridors adorned with carvings reminiscent of Greek and Scythian imagery of legendary battles. The lighting, Jennifer realized, looked florescent, while the heat from them suggested a higher UV than ones back home.

“These murals are reminders of what we once were, Dr. Jones.”

“Skythikē …” Ron said quietly.

“Yes, Professor, our city is named after that long past empire you sometimes call Scythia.She stated, almost sarcastically highlighting the soft C. “I’ve never understood why so many peoples change the pronunciations like that. But, yes, most of us are decedents of a tribe from that empire. And myth has often described our forbears as Amazons. My aunt, Queen Aegea II, was a founder of this place. So, her mother was not exactly lost at sea.” The Queen motioned for them to enter the large room.

They sat at at long table, while Aegeana walked to the central chair on the platform. A large green tapestry hung on the wall behind, depicting a golden warrior woman. The Attendants stayed at the doorway, while four other equally as Amazonian walked into the room, sitting on either side of the queen.

“There was a time,” the elected Queen began, “when men were only allowed in our city for procreation and pleasure. Even though such laws are still extant, that was long ago. You and your team, Dr. Jones, represent the first men to set foot here for 165 years, as we shed the need to procreate long before. The Queen’s Council voted to grant you, the men, guest status, pending a binding vote of the Ecclesia. Until that vote, you will be given comfortable quarters when finished here.” She looked over to Jennifer. “Jennifer, as a woman, you automatically have free rein within this city. I must advise you, however, that you are also considered a guest until the Ecclesia votes on a more binding status. Thus, you will have a … handler, I believe you call them, if and when you decide to explore. We have no fear of cultural contamination, not anymore, but we are accustomed to our isolation … Now, we have prepared food for you, and after we will show you to your temporary accommodations. Again, Jennifer, you are free to move as you wish, within reason. Arreta, to my left, volunteered to be your handler …”

All the Amazons left, save for brightly redheaded Arreta, who openly chatted with Jennifer in tones far less natural than her Queen. It went unstated that this was an excellent opportunity to learn about these people. Indeed, Arreta was more than willing to give their history. After fighting in the Trojan war, their then Queen Aegea presided over a transformative time for her people. She had lost her best warriors on the journey back to Scythia, on the northern coast of the Black Sea. Even though she initially aimed to rebuild her people as the warriors they had been, she controversially decided to do something a little different. 

The secret of the Amazon’s strength and longevity (most lived healthy lives into the 90s) was a special compound they called the Hypóstasis (literally “Base Substance”). It grew like a fungus on a long extinct sea anemone. It was consumed by all Amazons at a young age, ensuring not just that longevity, but also the distinct physicality and in superior intelligence. Those effects were almost negligible on men, but did make them more subservient through likely reduced testosterone. Aegea decided to focus on refining and artificially duplicating the substance, given its increasing rarity. They were right to assume that it and the anemone would soon be extinct. The combined efforts of her people led to success within the next twenty years.

The refined and synthesized substance led to the next generation of Amazons being taller, stronger, distinctly libidinous, and even more intelligent. That and succeeding generations of that time literally lived for an average of at least 200 years.

These highly intelligent generations led to scientific advances not unlike the Minoan myths, while isolationism grew to protect their “wizardry” from tyrannical outsiders (men). In that age, they developed a governing system similar to what it became, especially after the influence of Athenian Democracy: the Ecclesia and associated governing and legal systems, with the executive-like Anassa (Queen) executing authority from the Édrassa (Queen’s Mount).

This age came to an end about 2,000 years ago. The oldest recorded woman at the time was 245, in the updated calendar system. The men technically lived longer, too, but rarely more than 150 years. At the same time, the men were unofficially and traditionally second class citizens in a society with official gender equality. The sexual decadence of the time had already surpassed the urge for true scientific exploration. Well, much of the pleasures they invented were still an integral part of their present society. The second class men and overwhelming decadence led to the only tyrannical  male leader in their history, Illopus, a name now used to describe disastrousness. This all was partly made possible by men not being required to consume the substance.

This tyrannical era had led to women being enslaved by the vary sexual drugs they so embraced. Illopus only ruled for five years before Andreopa overthrew him, established what is now called the Boule Anassas (Queen’s Council) and fully reestablished the Ecclesia system of direct democracy. However, Andreopa had the Queen’s Council decree that men only be utilized for pleasure and procreation, as well as making it mandatory for men to take the substance. Though men still technically had equal say in the binding authority of the Ecclesia, women had always outnumbered the men in their society. The laws concerning men stuck. Andreopa was not considered as tyrannical as Illopus at first, as all she really did was make long-time customs toward men official in the first years of her reign.

She, however, ruled for the next 100 years with as much an iron fist as was possible in their society. No Queen used the Queen’s Council so aggressively since. Indeed many if not most of her laws were nullified by her successor, Aegea II, due to Andreopa making the vast majority of them without the consent of the Ecclesia. They were very lucky Andreopa never designated a successor, ensuring the 105 years of corrupting tyrannical rule came to an end.

Aegea II spent the first years of her reign aggressively weeding out the corruptive influences, mostly by influencing the Ecclesia. Their scholars now agreed that the first fifty years of her reign was a kind of epilogue of their tyrannical age, due to her pushing forward laws almost as aggressively as her predecessor. Some even argue that the tyrannical age did not completely end until the Ecclesia made the Queen’s Mount an elected position 300 years into her reign, just before she died. The Queen was not only now to be voted in by the Ecclesia, but also could be voted out by the Ecclesia if the Queen did not abdicate on her own.

Still, the reign of Aegea II saw a rebirth of scientific inquiry, albeit still embracing their hedonism by having much of their science toward perfecting pleasure. Her explorers found and expanded upon the very cave structure they were in now, moving their whole civilization. The technologies they created only now resembled what was found above. Most importantly, the refined substance that was the cornerstone of their long lived civilization was finally advanced further, as they created devices that could deliver all the benefits in mere hours. Most significantly, they theoretically expanded  the already extreme life expectancy of women to theoretically over a thousand years, making the need for men all but obsolete for propagation. Men, too, saw some benefit by slightly increasing their lifespans and overall physicality, but at the cost of a drastically reduced testosterone. However, only women 100 years old or younger could gain the benefit of the dramatically upgraded substance, something they now know Aegea II was furious about in private. There was considerable effort to nullify that age limit without success. Thus, with the lack of needed breeding stock, artificial insemination growing more common, and preponderance of artificial and lesbian pleasures, the men simply died out (not counting the accidental explorer). 

Since that time, they had many elected Queens, with the ultimate precedent of not more than 100 year reigns. Aegeana was in her 75th year as Queen. She was well liked and respected, even if the archaeological team was the first truly interesting thing of her reign thus far …

While the men were quietly ushered to their rooms, Jennifer requested to tour the place a bit.

“Is there anything you would like to see?” Arreta asked somewhat awkwardly. She did not know how to play tour guide.

“Well, maybe show me something unique to your city. What do you like to do when not dealing with uninvited guests, Arreta?”

The towering Amazon looked over Jennifer of humanly average hight with a subtle smile. Arreta did not mean to be intimidating, but she honestly was to Jennifer. “I was planning to meet with some friends. It was likely be what you call an orgy, but your presence may change things.”

“Change things? I’m not a lesbian …”

“You don’t have to be. I know we are a lot stronger than you, and naturally intimidate you … We won’t hurt you, if we treat this … tenderly.”

Like Arreta, all the women at the gathering represented the apparent epitome of the female form, making Jennifer feel rather short at five feet at eight inches. Arreta was the shortest at just under six feet, while some others there looked over seven feet. Their outward ages seemed to range from late twenties to maybe late thirties, but Jennifer was sure they could not be less than two-hundred. Their blatant musculature somehow enhanced their breathtakingly ageless beauty. Indeed, the only thing that Jennifer technically had that was better, maybe, was her breasts. Jennifer had an amble D-cup, while no Amazon she saw thus far had a chest much larger than a healthy B-cup.

Arreta spoke to them in their apparently quiet native language, which sounded like a breezy mix of Greek, Russian, and Persian. The women all looked at Jennifer like fascinated scientists, while trying to not make her uncomfortable.

Not all of them knew English that well, so Arreta often served as translator. They were all pleasant and gracious to Jennifer, even though she technically disrupted their plans. They were especially fascinated how “little” sex Jennifer had, and how it was with men.

“So … it was month since?” Akonea asked in blatant disbelief. She was the tallest at well over seven feet tall, and hat the most striking features. She looked like some alabaster statue, with curly brown hair.

“Yes,” Jennifer confirmed, sipping at the best, most sweet red wine she ever tasted. “Well, with someone else.”

“Non with someone else? Mean you with … err … the word … You’ve had yourself more recent?”

“Uh, yeah … Self service, some of us Americans like to call it.”

“Ah, I see!” she exclaimed playfully. “We like to call that Avanicos!”

“Roughly … ‘Self Lust’,” Arreta translated. “We do that always, too! Who knows how to give one true pleasure better than yourself?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” Jennifer confirmed shyly, taking a large gulp of the wine.

A raven haired, dark skinned Revnei on the other side of the settee asked something in their language. Arreta comfortably translated, “Was it you that gave you your first orgasm?”

Jennifer almost spat out the remainder of her wine at the directness of the question, even though they’ve been just about that direct all along. 

The three Amazons conversing with her patiently, politely waited for the answer.

“Well,” Jennifer began, feeling the alcohol. “… Yes, I gave myself my first orgasm. I guess I’ve had better since when with someone else.”

“Your first orgasm profound?” Akonea queried.

“It was,” Jennifer confirmed. “I guess it’s still the most profound sexual experience of my life. Yeah, my last lover gave me better orgasms sometimes, but I never felt anything like that before. I can still make myself feel like I did that first time. That’s why I like the pleasure myself, especially since I’m single right now.”

Revnei seemed to ask something that Arreta did not want to relay at first, before relenting. “Revnei would like to know if you want that profound feeling with a great orgasm.”

“I, uh, I suppose so. What do you mean?”

“We call it Hedonikos, roughly translated ‘passion.’ It is a … compound that naturally induces pleasure while causing beautiful hallucinations.”

“Well, why don’t you use that all the time?” Jennifer asked jokingly.

Arreta smirked. “It is not addictive, Jennifer. It is just another form of pleasure for us … My concern is that you are not one of us, so it might affect you more strongly.”

With all this talk of sex — and all the wine, Jennifer was genuinely curious. Sure, she smoked marijuana occasionally, but she was never one try anything serious. “So, is Hedonikos smoked, eaten?”

Revnei smiled almost deviously with her full lips, and answered. “She prefer through scent.” Arreta translated, before Revnei took a vile from the canister on the ornately carved table behind her.

Revnei offered Jennifer the vile. Jennifer examined it ponderously. A semi-opaque greenish mist floated in it. “I just breath it in?”

“That is truth,” Arreta answered in the affirmative.

Jennifer could not believe she was about to do a sex drug with curious Amazons, but she, too, was curious. Archaeology was a form of anthropology after all, so learning about a form a fun and pleasure for these Amazons could not be passed up. She popped open the leather-like cap, and breathed it in.

It felt smooth and sweet and downright soothing. The alcohol certainly played a role, but she was finding herself just that more relaxed amongst living Goddesses. And they were beautiful Goddesses. Just looking at the three Amazons sitting with her, there was no doubt they deserved to be worshiped in their attaining of divinity. She had no idea how long she was lingering on the glowing Goddesses.

Jennifer found herself slowly looking around the room, feeling a growing haziness. Everyone around them was now in the throws of hot, naked, ecstasy. Some were alone, literally fucking themselves, while others were overlapping mounds of purely pleasure. When she eventually made her way back to the gorgeous Arreta, that Goddess had changed somehow. She was laying back happily, seductively with a come-hither smile. Her hair was now a shimmering crimson, as her once blue eyes shifted to a matching red. She implausibly now only wore what looked like a black latex bra and panties, along with pink stockings that looked like a cross between silk and shimmering latex.

A wave on ecstasy flowed over Jennifer. It was not really because all the women around her were the most beautiful women in the world in the throws of near orgasmic passion; it was because of the potential and actual passion exuded. She soon found herself laying back in the profound pleasure. The ceiling now seemed sexually alive, presenting carved Amazons in the throw of ultimate passion. Yet, she somehow knew it was not a mirror image of the “real” world below, in spite of no longer being to move her mind with any speed.

Nothing mattered but her own growing sense of ecstatic euphoria. Her whole body was coming alive in that same profound feeling she truly loved in pleasure, but no man could ever really give her. Soon, she became aware that a naked and orgasmic Revnei lay on the soft floor in mindless pleasure, while three vials lay next to her. Arreta and Akonea seemed to be in the throws of similar naked ecstasy, but instead sharing it between themselves gloriously. They looked almost like they were floating above, slithering all over their shimmering bodies. No, they were twisting and turning and cooing into each other, merging into the same orgasmic being with latex-like stockings. The single body seemed to phase from one Amazon being to another with their ever orgasmic coos.

Jennifer now felt her somehow now naked self being smothered by the orgasmic pleasure she always yearned for through the profoundness of self-love. It was everything. It was too much. It was what she needed. It was glorious. The whole room was alive and seething in chaotic pleasures. Jennifer felt herself become consumed in it all. She cold taste, she could feel the pleasures surrounding her, as she excreted her own into the orgasmic mass. She eventually realized she had been in continuous orgasm. The profoundness of it made it feel unlike anything she ever felt before, but it was what she always wanted. Yet, it was somehow more than anything she ever knew she wanted. Her profoundly orgasmic state somehow connected her with all the orgasming Amazons in the room. She was one with the Gods for this everlasting moment. She could taste their hard earned divinity. It was all profoundly unreal, but she now knew the best pleasures always were. The best pleasures could only be divine.

“OH, FUCK …” Jennifer screamed in the continuous orgasm, the scream feeling like a lifetime. “MY GODDESSES! Oh, oh, AHHHH-HA-AHHHHH …”

Jennifer slowly opened her eyes, felling invigorated. She lay in a bed in a whole other room, her room, she supposed. Arreta slept quietly next to her. She slowly moved out of the bed, observing how naked she was.

“Good mourning, Jennifer,” Arreta said quietly behind her.

Oh …” She quickly turned, covering herself with her arms.

Arreta smiled at her shyness. “That is how your people greet people when you awake, correct?”

“Often not while naked, but yes … You brought me back here last night?”

“Yes,” she said flatly. “You were very worn out, and I wanted to keep any eye on you. The drug can create quite an … elaborate experience, even for us.”

“I felt like I was …”

“Everywhere? Connected with all of us?”

Yes …”

She smiled toothily. “It is derived from a plant you call cannabis, but much refined and made to not be addicting. Alcohol is still still alcohol, although.”

“Yeah … that makes sense. I saw you and Akonea melt into each other.”

“Interesting … We love each other profoundly.” Arreta said happily.

“You don’t happen to wear a pair of pink stockings, do you?”

“Stock-kings?”

“Never mind!”

Jennifer was amused at how her breakfast was ready at the touch of a button in a place furnished almost archaically. But then again, they were a people that learned how to live for the better part of a millennia! The large meal resembled the Turkish tradition. There was a light tasting, white cheese, bagel-like sweet bread, a lightly sweet spread, eggs with fish mixed in, and olives. It turned out that they were largely pescatarian, and the chicken-laden meal they had last night was largely for the benefit of their guests. This incredibly good breakfast was much more traditional for them. Arreta explained they had eggs and olives with just about every meal! To Jennifer’s surprise, there was also definitely coffee, but of a strong, sweet blend she never had before. It would seem that these Amazons had a bit of a sweet tooth.

“So you like to have breakfast in the nude?” Jennifer asked amazed at her casually nude handler. Her breasts may have just been an A-cup by North American standards, but their shape was like looking at perfection: distinct, slightly ovular, perfectly round and pink areolae, and subtly puffy nipples. Strangely, that pink was exactly like the color of the hallucinated stockings.

“Yes, we often do,” she confirmed casually, sipping at her steaming coffee.

That was somewhat an alien concept for her, while she found this silvery dress incredibly comfortable. “So, um, tell me about when you were made, well, you.”

“I was born Amazon, but I was improved when I was only twenty, 260 years ago.”

“You don’t look a day over twenty-six!”

“Thank you!” she chuckled. “I think we would still age somewhat slowly from generations of exposure to the substance, but the improvement chamber slows it down to about ten years for every hundred by your metric. Given how there is no one older than 400 right now, it is unlikely our population will start to dwindle any time soon, if ever.”

“Do you think I could … see one of these chambers?” she asked innocently.

Arreta seemed genuinely surprised at that requests. “I don’t think it would be a problem. They have developed a lot of dust since I was in one …”

In an apparent medical storage room, Jennifer stood before an apparatus that seemed a cross between a computer terminal and upright massage table.

“Well, this is one of them,” Arreta stated. “They might as well represent some of our best technology. They were so good that they might never need to be used again.”

The curious Jennifer cautiously walked toward the apparatus. 

“Careful, they are automatic, Jennifer, and might not work properly after all this time.”

She nodded, but her curiosity defeated her, walking into the opened chamber. Jennifer started to freak out when capsule the sealed her in from behind. “Hey, what is this!?”

“Can you hear me, Jennifer!?” Arreta called, barely heard. “I am going to try to deactivate the chamber!”

The screen before Jennifer began to flash in a distracting array of color and shapes. A hiss became audible, while the air became sickly sweet, reminiscent of the drug she took earlier. A subtle yet distinct pleasure began to grow at her pussy. She began to breath the odd air deeply, eyes unblinking at the hypnotically twirling lights before her. Everything began to grow hazy in the growing pleasure, like a thick gray fog was surrounding her body and mind. Almost in the distance, she felt things prick her neck, wrists, inner thighs, and feet. A familiar voice said something inaudible in the distance.

The image of the tall, naked Queen slowly came into focus before her. The machine seemed gone. What confused her was how she was back in her dorm room in the United States.

“I … I don’t understand …”

“That is not a bad place to start, Jennifer,” the Queen stated with a knowing smile. “Come forward, greet me formally, and we will begin.”

“Begin what?”

“Your transformation,” she answered patiently. “You are not one of us, so this process will be more than had normally been done in the chamber you currently reside.”

Jennifer somehow remembered the traditional greeting. This was strange, in all ways, but showing this elected leader respect made sense.

She walked forward until she was about a foot away from the commanding woman, and went to her knees. She slowly kissed the left foot then right, lifted herself to kiss the right then left middle fingers, and finally kissed her right on the lips. Jennifer then stood back feeling a little strange, finding herself less than subtly bowing to the Queen.

“Excellent, Jennifer. Remove your clothes and lay down.”

Jennifer did so without question.

The Queen then forced her soft, high arched, large bare foot down Jennifer’s throat. The flavor was of pure Hedonikos, smooth and sweet. It quickly went deeper into her. Somehow, the delicious thing adjusted to go upward into her head, into her brain. Jennifer’s thoughts were soon not really her thoughts. She was always strong willed, but these new thoughts were of a true alpha-female. Men were men, but women were everything. Jennifer then felt the Queen’s other foot penetrate her humid pussy. She could feel the entire foot inside her vaginal cavity, impossibly feeling the calf brushing the lips.

Through the growing pleasure, Jennifer was no longer sure if the alpha thoughts were the Queen’s or hers. They were the only thoughts in Jennifer’s head, so how could they not be Jennifer’s?

The pleasure grew and grew into a mind-destroying orgasm …

The world was hazy again. A quiet voice called in the distance. That haze fading slightly, she could feel something attached to the very top of her spine, as she was sure small tubes were not attached to the sides of her neck, her wrists, inner thighs, and tops of her feet. The sense that something unseen was pressed against her crotch was certain. Her heart beat was slightly elevated but regular. She then realized what felt like a breath mask was over her mouth … A man slowly became visible through the haze. It was Jack. She soon realized she was back in the hotel room in Bulgaria. Nothing was apparently attached to her.

“When did we get back?” Jennifer asked the man she found far less impressive than she had before.

“Just now,” he said quietly.

Jennifer found herself to be horny, and willfully walked over to him. She wanted him to worship her. Then she remembered that she and Jack were invited to her new boss’ house.

“We’re leaving in ten minutes, Jack,” she stated.

“Oh, right!” he said somewhat quietly. “Be ready in a minute, Jennifer.”

She smiled at her boy. There was confusion for a moment, as if that was not the case until right then. The odd thought quickly passed. Jack consented to be hers forever. Not really her slave, but he was incapable of saying no to her. This was right; this was how things needed to me. Getting dressed for the casual meeting, she found herself confused again, but toward herself. All of her clothes looked like they were for a taller woman with smaller breasts. No, she was always about the same hight at Jack, and always had nice healthy Cs …

The two stood at the front door to Aegeana’s house. Jennifer was excited, but Jack looked uncomfortable. He did not want to be there.

“Look, Jay, we really gotta make a good impression here. She’s my new boss!”

“Ok, ok …”

Aegeana, who was taller but much less so than she somehow thought, opened the door all smiles. “Hey, Jennifer! Come on in!”

They casually walked inside, Aegeana’s man was there to happily greet them, too. Jennifer’s simple, form fitting, dress dress was well countered by Aegeana’s mid-riff highlighting blouse, and tight white pants. They both wore leather strapped sandals.

“Thank you for inviting us over, Aegeana. My last boss was never so personable.”

“Oh, think nothing of it. I want you to be comfortable with your new role, and that includes being comfortable with me.”

They made their way to the white settee. Small sliced boiled eggs, olives, and sweet crackers were already on the coffee table. They happily munched on the finger food and made small talk.

“So how long have you two been together?” Aegeana pleasantly asked.

“On not too long, Aegeana. How about you two?”

“Fifty years this March!”

The couple only looked to be in their early thirties, but the given number did not seem strange to Jennifer.

“Wow, what’s your secret, if I may ask?” Jennifer asked.

“Sex,” Aegeana answered bluntly.

“Really great sex!” Aegeana’s man clarified happily.

Jack looked really uncomfortable now. He was never really one to talk about such things to people he did not know well.

“Don’t be rude, Jack” she lightly hit his forearm. Looking up to her boss, she asked, “What do you do to keep things interesting, Aegeana?”

“You gotta change things a little up at least every decade or so,” Aegeana’s man answered.

“Lately we’ve been having fun with the Kataskestis,” Aegeana furthered.

“Kataskestis?” Jennifer queried.

“You haven’t heard of it?” Aegeana said surprised. “The pleasure maker has been around. Strong enough for a man, but made for a woman! Come on, we’ll show you.”

Aegeana led them up the steps into the common libidinos (pleasure) room. Front and center on the bed, amongst racks holding vials of flowing Hedonikos and a variety of other drugs and toys, sat two half-cylinders. A fleshy looking area rested on the top of them, while wireless controls sat to the sides.

“These are the latest models!” Aegeana said excitedly. “They excrete lubricant that dramatically stimulates sex organs, and have even higher vibrations settings.”

Aegeana’s man seemed even more excited about them than Aegeana.

Jennifer never used that kind of device before, but was sure she saw own like it before.

“Think you could handle it, Jennifer?” Aegeana’s man asked with a horny smile. “It was too much for me the first time!”

“Uh …” Jennifer breathed. Suddenly Aegeana squatted down, and reached up under Jennifer’s short dress, pulling her panties down and off in a smooth motion. “Oh …”

“Oh, you have to give it a try,” Aegeana asked playfully.

“Ah, yes …” she breathed, amazed how she was moving forward with this so unquestionably.

Jennifer mounted the machine, feeling the warm, fleshy top shape itself to her crotch.

“Comfortable?”

Yes …” Jennifer breathed in surprise, feeling the warm lubricant awaken every nerve ending. There was very little penetration, per-se, but it was almost better than that sensation. “Woah …”

Aegeana’s man took the controller. “Watch this, my husband’s a master with that!”

He switched it onto the low setting, with the vibrations flowing through her. “OAH …” she almost instantly cooed. “Ah … wow… Yeah …” She already felt nearly orgasmic, yet knew these kinds of machines could create orgasms that lasted longer than the buildup. He slowly increased power, making her coo more loudly, gutturally. He then twisted the knob almost all the way, making Jennifer scream in a growing orgasmic madness. Pleasure reverberated throughout her body. The pleasure quickly consumed her mind. He then turned it down almost to zero.

“Oh .. oh, fuck …” Jennifer breathed, the pleasure still vibrating through her body. She never felt an orgasm quite like that!

He then twisted the knob to maximum, higher than it was before.

“OH FUCK AHHH ERRRRR!” Jennifer screamed in pure orgasmic pleasure. There was nothing but the flashing, pulsing pleasure throughout her seething body. The three watching her looked on joyously aroused.

He mercifully turned the knob to its lower setting.

“Good?” Aegeana asked almost deviously.

“Oh, yes … wow …” she barely answered, trying to gather her thoughts.

Aegeana lightly touched Jack’s chest, and proclaimed, “Cannot let them have all the fun, right?” She quickly stripped naked.

At the same time, Jennifer almost squirmed on top of the machine, while Aegeana’s man playfully twisted the knob up and down on the lower setting. “Oh, my God,” she breathed, moving her hand and arm through her dark hair, licking her lips.

The very tall, athletic Aegeana straddled the other machine, moaning happily with its adjusting to her. “Jack, take the controller for mine!” Aegeana ordered.

Jack did so, excited but a bit nervous.

Jennifer found herself naturally, lustfully making out with Aegeana. And soon, the men found themselves playing with the wives through the controllers. Aegeana’s man literally kicked it up a notch, moving between medium-low to medium high, as Jack emulated what he observed to the best of his ability. Aegeana playfully made out with Jack in confirmation he was doing it right. “You’re doing fucking great, Jack!” In playful retaliation, Aegeana’s man made out with Jennifer.

Both women moans and cooed joyously, while Jennifer began to embrace just how overwhelming it all was. “Oh, gah, OH FUCK!” Jennifer cooed, realizing the machine was no longer commanded to anything lower than the medium setting.

“I told you he’s really good at this!” Aegeana cooed.

Leaning forward, Jennifer soon found herself in a long, slow, deep orgasm. 

“Never saw her cum like that before!” Jack exclaimed.

“Oh, she’s still in orgasm!” Aegeana exclaimed.

“OH FAH … OH …” The long, deep orgasm slowly subsided. Jennifer felt so good, and still turned on. Hot and bothered, quickly pulled off her dress.

“My turn, Jack!” Aegeana exclaimed. “Oh, that’s it, right there … OH YEAH …” she cooed in deep orgasm, lasting almost as long as Jennifer’s did. “Don’t be shy,” Aegeana stated, pulling Jack in for a hungry kiss.

At the same time, Jennifer was happily making out with Aegeana’s man. They then adjusted the vibrating machines so Jennifer and Aegeana faced each other on all fours. The men began to thrust their cocks into the wive’s of the other man, while the machines obediently pleasured the women, essentially giving the women double or even triple the pleasure the men felt.

Jennifer found herself in Aegeana’s perfectly shaped bosom. She sucked her boss’ breast, literally suckling out the sweetest, most delicious milk she ever tasted. The women found themselves in a continuous orgasmic state through it all. Loving the feel of another man’s dick in her while a machine pleasured her, Jennifer was brought to a sexual revelation. These men were not much more than the machines they straddled. They loved them, but right now, the pleasure was all that mattered. The men, Jennifer was sure, were fully aware of this, but were always there for them. Well, that and her boss’ sweet breastmilk! “You fuck me so good,” she cooed to the man behind her, as Aegeana said the same thing to Jack with her lips and tongue.

The men were unable to cum until so ordered, so the women could go on in this orgasmic state without any worries. Satisfied with the epic pleasure, the women decided to go more conventional. The moved the machines aside, and mounted their supine men on their knees.

Jennifer soon found herself primally making out with Aegeana. She then had a long look at the perfect Amazon through the mounting pleasure. Yes, the dick felt good in her, but Jennifer found herself liking Aegeana’s body much more than the men beneath them. They were beautiful women, they were sexy women, they were arousing women, they were all that mattered.

The women, now in clear sexual sync, switched back to their husbands. Jennifer mounted facing toward the feet, while Aegeana mounted facing to the head. She then felt Aegeana massaging her foot, licking and sucking on the toes. The pleasure of that honor reverberated orgasmically though Jennifer’s body.

“Thank you, my Queen!” Jennifer cooed.

“Of course, my Jennifer!” Aegeana exclaimed. 

The women then repositioned into a hungry sixty-nine, with Jennifer on top, to her great honor. The men obediently thrusts their dicks into them, neither caring whose dick was in who right then. Licking and sucking the pussy lips — dicks sliding in and out, they soon found themselves reaching a pleasure equal to what the machines provided. The Amazons moaned and cooed in their orgasmic joy, the men happy to aid. The pleasure truly began to melt Jennifer’s mind as she knew it, making her wonder how much longer she could possibly last. The answer to her wonderment soon came, literally, both exploding in the final experience of their shared orgasm.

“You may cum now, men,” Aegeana ordered. Jennifer was glad she gave the order, not having much of a mind left.

They quickly blew hot loads, filled with blanks, into the happy women …

Everything slowly grew hazy around Jennifer. Familiar voices echoed in the distance. Where was she? What was happening? She could not immediately answer those questions. She felt so strange, like she had been working out for several days straight. Even her chest felt strange. A breath mask was over her mouth, as things seemed attached to her aching body.

The haze began to grow again. A male figure slowly appeared before her. It was Jack. He was not impressive to her, but she did love him. He did please her quite well when prompted. She had just finished her regular workout, and was ready for the next part with Jack, who was already on all fours on a mat. He was naked and expectant, while she only wore pink leggings that shimmered like polished rubber

Double sided strap-dildo in hand, she went to her knees before he. It tasted smooth and sweet in their mouths. Jack worked especially hard to spread his drool over it, knowing that end was going inside him.

Jennifer almost casually inserted the strap-on into her inhaling pussy, and walked around to Jack’s presented ass. Down on one knee, she shoved the dildo in his ass like she had done it a thousand times. Well, she was sure she had, while she grunted in pleasure with him.

“Oh, gah …” Jack exclaimed. “This one’s so big!”

“Yeah, you like it, Jack? You like my bigger cock?”

“Oh yeah!”

“Oh, good boy, you kept you ass nice and tight!” she complimented though the pleasure. “Oh yeah …” she said before slapping his firm ass. She always loved how being the same height yet physically stronger made him look dwarfed below her, no matter how they fucked.

Jack groaned and went down to his shoulders. 

“Yeah, take my big fuckin’ dick, Jack!

They moaned and cooed joyously, before Jennifer had him flip onto his back. She lifted up his legs, and shoved herself back into his open asshole. Her thrusts were as deep as they were loving. Their eyes met and locked. She loved him, and he was hers. She loved him, and he was hers. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Their moans and coos grew louder and louder, the pleasure coming to its glorious peak. And finally, they came hard and loud … Jennifer took all of Jack’s cum into her mouth, and lovingly, passionately made out with him …

The world around her grew hazy. She realized she was disoriented and standing. Almost the moment she realized things were attached to her, those things detached themselves, retracting into the mist. She was … inside something. The memory of walking into a kind of transformation chamber surfaced slowly. Yes, she remembered now: Jennifer was curious about how the Amazons became what they are, and closely examined the the still functional automated chamber. That would mean …?

A loud hissing suddenly became audible. The pinkish colored mists were quickly sucked away. A motor buzzed, while the half of the chamber opened behind her.

“Jennifer! Are you OK?” Arreta called.

She turned and stepped out awkwardly, as if her body had changed dramatically. Almost instantly she realized that Arreta, though still taller, no longer dwarfed her. Any intimidation she felt toward her prior was only memory. She finally realized that she was completely naked, the machine apparently had dissolved her clothes somehow.

Ageana walked over, and said, “You were in the chamber for two days. The Ecclesia had a vote prior to knowledge you had entered it. They voted that the men are free to leave when they wish, and if they choose to stay, would of course be bound by the old laws surrounding men for now. You, Jennifer, were given the same freedom of choice, with the difference of becoming one of us, if you wished … Because you entered the chamber accidentally before that vote took place, I decreed via my Council that a new vote pertaining to your technically unauthorized transformation need to be taken. The Ecclesia has since voted that the men cannot leave until the matter with you is resolved.”

“What does that mean, my Queen?” she stated, automatically giving her reverence, to her surprise. It was utterly strange how she felt the same yet so different. The fact that she did not give the traditional greeting — and Ageana not making word of it, showed how much Jennifer did not change and how much Amazons did.

“I cannot say with certainly, but I do not think you are in trouble. You … jumped the gun, as I think you might put it. You are one of us now, there is no changing that.”

Now fully clothed in a shimmering white dress and strappy sandals, Jennifer found herself before the Ecclesia. It was a massive sloped chamber, she at the very bottom, with elaborate carvings of their warrior past and peaceful present. There must have been 5,000 or more citizens in the rising stadium, and that was likely at least two-thirds of their overall population. The men sat in box seats to Jennifer’s left. They were not really caged or chained, but might as well have been. Their clothing looked to be simply brown tunics and trousers.

“You guys all right?” Jennifer asked. She felt above them, but did not want to be mean to them.

They said they were.

“Holy shit, Jennifer!” Jack exclaimed, enthralled. “I didn’t wanna believe that this happened to you.”

“I didn’t plan on it, Jack,” she stated. For the first time, she truly understood her feelings for him, something the machine knew from the beginning. “Queen Ageana said they were going to offer to become one of them, but I jumped the gun, I guess”

“You are more beautiful than ever, Jennifer,” he breathed, revealing his own feeling for her.

“Thank you, Jack.” She was already amused at how, at about five feet and ten inches, she was the shortest Amazon, while her shrunken C-cup breasts were the largest any Amazon had in a millennia!

“Normally anthropologists don’t become the people they are studying, Jennifer,” her professor stated honestly, but in a lighter way that suggested he was not angry.

The Queen quietly sitting on the opposite side of the men, the dark haired Próedros Boule (Small Council Speaker) laid out the details that needed to be voted upon, (auto-translated through an earpiece). Jennifer just knew that the semi-annually elected Boule (Small Council) implemented the votes of the Ecclesia, while the Speaker ran the overall Ecclesia, practically an equal to the Queen.

The facts were largely known, and Jennifer was not called upon to speak. Most of them did not know English, as Jennifer, to her surprise, did not receive the Amazon language in the chamber. She was given an earpiece. Jennifer presumed that those earpieces were probably made within the last day or so.

“Does the chamber agree to the agenda at hand?” the almost middle-aged looking Speaker called.

White lights appeared around most of those in the chamber, they few others shown black.

“The Speaker sees a majority in the affirmative,” she stated. “Is there a call for a secret vote?”

The Speaker waited about thirty seconds, and no lights were seen. “The votes shall be by Standard Light … The first matter, the revisited vote: Shall the men of the archaeological expedition be allowed to leave if they choose?”

A very close vote ensued, and Jennifer was genuinely unsure about which way it went.

The speaker looked subtly relieved, glaring at the podium-console. “By a vote of 2,762 to 2,740, the men may be allowed to leave if they choose …”

The men all looked incredibly relived. Based on their reactions, that vote might have been tighter than the first.

“All present, please submit a time frame of 24, 48, or 72 hours. I remind those present that this is a plurality vote.”

Over the span of five minutes, blue lights shown around all those present.

“The overall vote totals are entered into the public record. With the plurality 2,146, the men will be required to leave our city within 48 hours from the time this session concludes, if they choose to leave … Do we agree with the Queen’s Decree of the visitors meeting with the Queen, at their leisure, to discuss what they will do in the world above after they leave?”

There may have been no more than five black lights. Jennifer was sure this was largely a formality, given the unusual nature of having visitors.

“The Speaker sees a majority in the affirmative. The men will meet with the Queen prior to leaving within 48 hours … The next matter: Jennifer Smith. Again, thanks to Arreta’s testimony, Tribunal Authority has recommended to not impose any charges against Mistress Smith or Arreta, because of both the unintentional nature of Mistress Smith’s infraction and the prior vote of invitation to Mistress Smith. The vote: Shall Jennifer Smith be given the all the rights and privileges of our people, regardless of her infraction?”

The vote was close, but not as close as the one for the men.

“By a vote of 3026, 2475, and one abstention, Jennifer Smith shall be made a full citizen of Skythikē … Are there any further matters those present would like to forward?” No lights shown. “I, Mistress Ametoria, Small Council Speaker, declare the Second Special Session of the year’s Full Ecclesia closed …”

Jennifer learned soon after what she expected, she was allowed to come and go from the city at will, but such an act was long unheard of. She had long conversations with the Queen and the ones she arrived with.

She was still Jennifer, but she changed so much, literally transformed into an Amazon. There were no good answers for the unprecedented issue. The only thing she was sure of was that she wanted Jack.  She wanted him more than anything, but felt it might be wrong to force him to stay. To her surprise, Jack did decide to stay with her, and was fine if that mean she was in charge. Though, she promised not to be overbearing. That meant he would have trip in a chamber, too, but was sure that would mostly just make him sexier in her eyes. He decided to sacrifice everything to be with her, after all.

The other’s promised the Queen they they would keep Skythikē secret and isolated from the world, even if there was no way to stop the coming oil drilling. No good anthropologist would go against they policies of a people they visited, the professor explained. However, Queen Ageana stated that he might not have to keep his secret for long. She was quietly formulating a proposal to end their isolation for the past ten years, and the archaeologists’ arrival suggested the time was very close to forwarding the possibility to her people. The men were allowed to leave, and while that did not mean any laws were changed, that showed how her people were now far more favorable toward men and the general outsider. Plus, the plans of a new oil drilling not far from their city made more outsiders inevitable. Those plans allowed Jennifer to relax somewhat over the issue of suddenly leaving behind all those she knew above.

Just before her friends left, Jennifer was appointed as a special member of the Queen’s Council on matters of the outside world. Ultimately, she would become an integral part of the Queen’s move to end their isolationist policies, and would even become a kind of ambassador to those above only a few years later. Jennifer was genuinely honored.

####

If not spam, please don't hesitate to comment!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: