Ah, the royal palace of Themyscira. Here, Queen Hippolyta lives the high life...but never at the expense of her super-athletic amazon body.
Finally back from his mission, her hummingbird flies in a circle around the palace. With her package hanging from one of his talons, he dives, and flies through her cambers' window.
Once through, he pulls up in a mid-dive, and drops Listener. Listener doesn't fall far. He lands in a shot glass. He doesn't hit the bottom as hard as he dreads...but it still hurts some.
To a human, a shot glass isn't very big. To Listener, it's as tall as a tower...as is the climb out. Indeed, the only way out is via his new hostess's will. Or, so it seems...
The hummingbird returns, and leaves a note next to the shot glass. The note denotes Listener as the trespasser that Queen Hippolyta's been worried about, of late.
After a long day in court, the Queen retires to her royal chambers. She removes her clothes, unaware that she's got a tiny audience.
From inside the shot glass, Listener gawks, and watches. He watches the Queen, from behind, as she unbuckles her bra, and slides her panties over her humps, and down her thighs...
Listener is ripening. He's never revered the Queen of Themyscira more...or ever...
Behind a translucent contractible wall, she bathes. She chants, as she does. She sounds like she's having fun. Listener can't see her, but he can see her shape through the veil...
She comes out, in a towel. She lets it fall to the floor. For a time, Listener can see her hooters. That doesn't last...as much as he wishes it would.
In another room, Hippolyta plays pool...with herself. She chants more, and hits each cue ball with a lot of aggression. She flaps her hair happily, proud to maintain what charm she has left. Her hair is straight, and goldish-red.
All around her, in the walls, vomitoriums open; from the floor up. Inside, masculine androids stand. From all around, they approach Hippolyta. Robotically, they hit on her.
The Queen loses control, takes the pool stick, and uses it as a bo staff, doing serious damage to every android that lays a hand on her. She shouts misandrist insults, as she does...
The androids' eyes glow red. They all wear loincloths. Other than that, they're made of pure steel. Hippolyta's rage is driven, as she beats the shit out of every robotic attacker that dares crash her pool game.
Hippolyta grabs the eight ball, and uses it as a weapon, to club her attackers to death. She hits them in the heads, repeatedly. Each time, she leaves a dent in their noggins. She sticks her hands into vases, and smashes them over her attackers' heads.
In the shot glass, Listener watches fearfully. Hippolyta's rather powerful, for a cougar.
At long last, Hippolyta has clenched them all. She stands upright, sighs, throws the eight ball in the air, and shouts, hammering her own breasts, victoriously...
She's in so much ecstasy, that she doesn't see where the eight ball lands. Listener gasps, and braces himself, as the eight ball comes down, and makes a dent for itself, right next to the shot glass he's trapped in.
At long last, Hippolyta is tired enough to retire. She changes into a loose babydoll, and does so.
She sleeps without covers, and with her mostly-bare back turned to Listener. From here, he beholds the mountains of her curves. O, how he'd love a closer look...
Listener looks at the message next to his shot glass, and sighs. It seems that the mail here doesn't travel as fast as it does in certain other places Listener has worked...namely Blackhawk Island...
He's not ungrateful. He dreads what Queen Hippolyta has in store for him. She's a thousand times bigger than him, after all. And she punches harder than any amazon on the island, most likely...
Nearby, the eight ball stands where it fell, earlier. To Listener, it's bigger than a football stadium. The ball landed WAY too close to him. That can't be a good omen...
As tiny as a bug, Listener shivers, and awaits judgment. He's never raped a woman before...and yet, he's going to get accused of it, multiple times, by an entire society of giantesses, nonetheless...