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Chapter 17: Bondsman In Name

"This is just demeaning," grumbled Max as fiddled with the metal ring art arched to the silver collar around his neck.

"You didn't have to come, Max, if you aren't comfortable with this," assured Diana, who was waiting by the doorway.

She had a concerned look on her face as Max finished getting into the attire selected by Hippolyta. The sound of metal clattered as Max lowered his arms, revealing similar silver cuffs around his wrists, also with little rings. His attire consisted of a simple chiton that went over one shoulder, a metal collar with a ring, wrist and ankle cuffs with their own rings, a pair of sandals, and one other thing Max had asked for privacy to put on.

"It's fine," sighed Max as he looked back, making sure everything was right, as all the cuffs and collar were locked, "I agreed to the terms, that means I gotta stick with them."

This attire wasn't what one would call, formal, but it was the compromise Max agreed to when Hippolyta and Athena wished to reward him for saving their home from Ultimate Elementor.

"You shouldn't have to," objected Diana as she went over to place a hand on his shoulder.

After the battle with the evil combined Ultralinks, Athena felt that Max should be rewarded for helping save the home of the Amazons, and also ensuring the gateway to the underworld remained secure, and that reward was being allowed to step foot on the island whenever he wished. This, however, did not go well with some of the older members of the island. So a compromise was struck; Max was allowed on the island but was forced to wear certain attire, be expected to do things when asked, and make himself available whenever an Amazon asks, with the permission of a selected keeper/owner.

"It could be much worse," amended the young man as he fiddled with the cuffs on his wrists for a second, "Not sure how, but it could always be worse."

Essentially, for Max to be allowed on the island, he basically had to be a sort of slave. This is where the cuffs and collar came in, as a way to demean him and appease some of the older Amazons who believed men should be killed on mass. This, at the very least, was acceptable to these members, though some still grumbled about a male being in their presence. Which is where the "owner" came into play. It was sort of a way to make sure Max would be safe while keeping the appearance of a slave.

"At least they didn't object to who would be in charge of me," pointed out Max.

Thankfully, these owners were chosen by Hippolyta, who didn't approve of the measures needed for Max, a man whom she came to respect, to be able to visit them. Of course, these visits were not often, wanting to avoid antagonizing the most critical Amazons who objected to a male being allowed access to their home.

"Doesn't mean they won't find ways to make your stay strenuous," advised Diana.

"Still, I'd feel bad if I couldn't make the... the...," Max tried off as he tried to remember the name of the festival he was invited to again.

"The Thesmophoria," finished the Amazonian Princess, "The Festival of Demeter and Persephone."

"I'm just gonna say that 'cause I'll butcher the actual name," sighed the young man as he checked his attire once more, "Okay, I think I'm good to go."

He then held out a key for Diana to take, "I guess I need to give this to you."

"There's actually been a last-minute change," said a voice, getting the attention of both Diana and Max.

In the doorway was Diana's aunt, Antiope. Unlike Diana, or Hippolyta, Antiope had blonde hair, but she did have the same blue eyes, and like most of the residents of Themyscira, her skin was also quite tanned. Speaking of which, Max noticed that she had quite a few scars here and there, but that barely took away from her beauty. Her attire consisted of a crown much like Hippolyta's, a dress that went over her shoulder, with a gold-colored rope that was tied around her waist. Though the dress she choose to wore did display a bit of her cleavage and stopped about halfway down her thighs. She also had silver bracelets on both wrists and a pair of sandals with straps that stopped just below her knees.

"I'll be Max's keeper for the duration of the festival," explained Antiope as she approached the two.

"I don't understand," said Diana, glancing between her aunt and her friend, "I thought mother decided that I would look after Max."

"Sadly, some of our more radical sisters said that you should partake in an event along with Donna," sighed Antiope, knowing that this last-minute change was not ideal, but it would be more of a headache to try and fight it, "Which is why I offered to step in for you."

"I get the feeling they are up to something," said Max carefully, as he tossed the key in his hand for a moment.

"No doubt they always will, whenever you're here," agreed Antiope before turning to Diana, "Now, you better go to the arena, they'll start preparations soon."

"The festival doesn't begin until this evening," protester Diana.

"Which is why I said the 'preparations' have started not the festival," explained the former General. She then step next to Max, and wrapped her arm around his shoulder, "You don't have to worry, Diana. I'll make sure Max is well cared for."

Diana seemed hesitant to leave, but ultimately let out a sigh as she turned her attention to Max.

"If you wish to leave at any point, come see me," she said to the young man.

"If you're anything like your aunt, I'm sure I'll be fine," assured Max as Diana nodded but before leaving, she turned back to her aunt.

"Please do not do anything too strenuous with him," she said, making Antiope giggle as she placed a hand on Max's chest.

"Diana, I would never do anything as such," teased the former general. However, Max got the feeling that from the way Diana was looking at Antiope, he knew that she knew her aunt was full of it.

"Just don't scar him," sighed Diana as she left.

Once she was gone, Max looked over at Antiope.

"So what do we do now?" He asked, "the festival isn't for a few hours."

"Well, for starters, we'll look around the festival ground and see how things are shaping up," answered Antiope as she crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up slightly, "but for the most part, I was planning on relaxing until the time of the festival at the Temple of Aphrodite."

"A-Aphrodite!" Stammered Max, as he recalled what the goddess represented and the few teams he was near that particular temple he could hear a lot of... moaning.

"Max, don't tell me you're afraid?" Teased Antiope with a bemused expression as she faced the boy, leaning over to him, purposefully presenting a bit more of her cleavage. She held in a smirk as she saw his face turn a bit red and his gaze shift slightly down before returning to her eyes, 'You may be far more respectful then most men I've encountered max…but at the end of the day you're still a male in the company of a beautiful woman dressed in clothes to make Aphrodite herself envious…'

"More like concerned of what some might think," explained Max, glancing off for a second.

The hero jumped as she felt Antiope cup his chin a turn him to face her, "Max, those witches will be angry at everything no matter what you do. So, the best thing to do is to not let them get to you."

"Literally and figuratively," added Max as shrugged.

"Exactly," smiled Antiope as she turned to leave with Max following her, but stopped, "there is one more thing. If you would."

"Huh?" Said Max confused for a moment before Antiope held out her hand, making the hero realize what she meant, "oh right."

He gave her the key that was looped onto a small silver chain.

"Thank you, Max," smiled the blonde Amazon as she slipped the necklace on before tucking the key itself into her cleavage, making Max blush a bit. Giggling, she reached out and looped her finger into the ring on Max's collar, "Now come along, I have the feeling many of my sisters are quite eager to meet you."

Max couldn't help but internally sigh. He probably should've left when he had the chance to do so.

*Later*

"I'm gonna die, aren't I?" asked Max dryly as the Amazonian blonde led him to the Temple of Aphrodite.

The journey was a mercifully brief one, and there weren't many Amazons around to see him being dragged around by their former general. The ones that were around, either sent looks of pity or amusement toward the young man. A little reassuring that the older members weren't around, but also concerning as if they weren't there, where were they?

"You won't die," assured Antiope with a grin, "None will harm you so long as you're in my presence. Though they might get a bit... handsy when you are there."

"I don't think this is what Diana had in mind when she agreed to let you look after me so long as you didn't scar me or anything," remarked Max as he followed Antiope up the steps to the temple, hearing a few more moans as the two drew closer.

"You don't have to worry, Maxwell," assured Antiope as she stopped at the entrance of the temple, and turned around to face the young man, "I will take responsibility for anything that Diana has to say."

"That... makes me feel a little better, actually," admitted Max as he shifted a bit awkwardly.

"Good, now wait here for a moment," requested Antiope as she turned back to the double door and pushed them open.

Inside, Max was given a firsthand look into how the Amazons worship their goddess: Aphrodite. It was basically one giant lesbian orgy, which was fitting as Aphrodite was the goddess of sexual love and beauty. Many of the members currently present were either naked or had very loose-fitting/revealing clothing. Seriously, some clothing might as well be a thin sheet held by some small clasps. And all of them were performing some form of sexual act, either masturbating alone or doing some form of intercourse with another in pairs or threesomes. Antiope couldn't help but laugh as she looked back to see Max's face turn beet red.

"Lady Antiope," said the head priestess, "A pleasure to see you today."

The Amazon was around the same height as Diana, with long curly black hair that reached down to her hips. Her skin was also a bit more tanned than Diana's, with similar blue eyes, and a very generous bust. She was wearing a white dress, though a sheet might be more accurate, that was held above her bust by a gold hoop. It didn't do much to hide her bust or her waist, hips, and thighs. She had a pair of silver bracelets, a pair of gold armlets, and a gold necklace with gold spheres also.

"Always a pleasure to see you, Dimita," greeted Antiope with a grin, turning back to face her Amazon sister.

"What brings you to today's worship?" Dimita asked.

"I was hoping to relieve some stress before tonight's festivities," explained the former general as she glanced back to Max, "And to also help my good boy, Max, here to relieve some unfortunate apprehension brought on by some of our sisters."

"Ah, you must be the one so many of my sisters have spoken of," said Dimita as she peered past Antiope to see Max, "Thank you again for saving our home from that foul monster."

"N-No worries," stammered Max he tried to focus on her face, but the ongoing sexual acts around him were making that difficult.

Max let out a surprised yelp as Antiope hooked her fingers into the ring once more and pulled him into the naos, the doors shutting behind him. A moment later, Max was sitting down on a lounging couch with Antiope behind him, one arm around his chest, her hand slipping underneath the chiton.

"Uh, Antiope?" said Max, his tone a little nervous.

"You don't need to worry, Max," assured Antiope, patting his head with her free hand, "This is just to get the worries of some of our more zealous sisters off your mind."

"But-," he tried to object, but Dimita hushed him by pressing a finger against his lips, leaning forward at her waist, giving Max a teasing glimpse of what her dress was hiding.

"No harm will come to you while you are within the walls of the temple," assured the head priestess, giving the hero a reassuring smile while two other members joined her on either side.

One amazon with olive-colored skin, brown eyes, and dark hair hung down to her bust. Her attire consisted of a small loincloth that hung loosely around her hips with a cloth going under her arms and over her breasts, connecting to a gold choker. She had her hands on her hips and was looking down at him.

The other had lighter-colored skin, blonde hair that was tied back into a ponytail, and green eyes. She had one arm underneath her bust, pushing it up slightly while the other was raised up to her mouth where she bit down a little on one of her nails. Her attire was very similar to the first amazon, but both of them had hungry looks on their faces.

"You have nothing to fear, Max," cooed Antiope into Max's ear, planting a kiss on his shoulder while her free hand went to tug the strap of the dress off her shoulder.

"Just let us take care of everything," assured Dimita, with a smile as she cupped Max's cheek with her hand, a caring smile on her face.

Leaning in a bit closer, the priestess met his lips with her own in a passionate kiss. The amazon reached behind her back to undo the knot that held up her "dress," letting the article of clothing fall to the floor, leaving her in only her jewelry. Feeling the cloth slip off her person, she brought her hand back to cup his other cheek to deepen the kiss. Antiope smiled, tugging Max's chiton off his shoulder to expose more of his chest, planting more kisses along his shoulder as she gestured for the other two amazons to join them.

It was long before Max, Antiope, Dimita, and the other two Amazons had removed all of their clothing and had settled into a comfortable position on the couch. Dimita and Antiope were on his left and ride sides respectively, their generous busts pressing into both his ribs, taking turns kissing Max's lips, neck, or ear. Their hands stroked across his chest, touching everything from his stomach to his chest and sometimes his jaw when either of them really wanted a deep kiss. Using one of their legs each, they held Max's legs open for the other two amazons to do as they pleased. The olive-skinned Amazon was licking up one side of Max's length while the blonde, fair-skinned Amazon did the same on the other side. Their hands didn't remain idle, either groping the other's breast or ass or playing with their own dripping sex. Every once and a while, one Amazon would suck on his tip while the other would do the same with one of his testicles.

Max, for his part, felt like he was in heaven, a far cry from the more aggressive and forceful experience he had with Myrina and Philippus. However, there was one nagging thing that kept it from being completely perfect. The final part of the agreement for Max to be allowed on the island to be precise. At the base of his cock, were three silver rings that went around behind his cock and balls with two other rings connected and went around each respectively. The tri-cock ring had a special enchantment that basically, prevented Max from cumming, unless allowed by the current holder of the key. It was a sort of form of sexual torture to be denied like this. While the more zealous amazons would have preferred Max to be in total chastity, this compromise did give the idea that while on the island, he was the property of whoever was holding the key. And despite the enchantment, it didn't stop Max from leaking plenty of precum.

"You like this, Max?" purred Antiope into his ear, kissing along his neck, Dimita currently exploring the inside of his mouth with her tongue, "You like proud Amazons like us playing with you like a sex slave?"

"Yeah...," Max said in a daze, as Dimita let go of Max's lips to let Antiope take over, reaching up to turn his face towards her so she could capture his in another searing kiss making the two moan.

"Would you like that?" Probed Dimita, whispering into his ear before licking it gently, "To be taken by a strong Amazon whenever the mood strikes her?"

"No matter wherever you are on the island?" Continued Antiope, breaking the kiss as she reached down to stroke his length with Dimita doing to same.

The two amazons between his legs pulled back to look up with lustful expressions as they soon began playing with each other. Kissing, groping and petting each other.

"Forced to do whatever she wishes?" Dimita teased, using her nails to tease his heavy sack.

"Yes...," panted Max, eyes closed tightly, his arousal painfully clear as he felt like he had been on the edge for hours, but couldn't cum a bit.

"Then cum for us," said Antiope, Dimita, and the two amazons in unison, "Cum so that you may be used by any Amazon on Themyscira."

As soon as they said that, Max came, his hips bucking as a full spray of cum shot out of his cock. A spray of white cum shot out, splattering over the two amazons before him, covering the faces, chests, and a bit of the air in the sticky substance. Antiope and Dimata stroked his length a bit more, to coax out all of his seed into he stopped. Once he was finished, the two amazons that were showered in his seed decided to stand up to give Max a bit of show. Erotically, both women began licking each other clean of Max's seed. Starting with their breasts, before going to their faces. Max for his part watched with erotic awe at the time, cleaning themselves in such a way. However, they weren't finished yet, not swallowing the cum, they both went over to Dimita and Antiope respectively.

The two then kissed the amazons on either side of Max, sharing his cream with them. Both of them moaned delightedly, enjoying the taste. The hero watched wide-eyed at the display, feeling his length get hard again at the sight of four gorgeous women sharing his cum. Feeling his sex rigid once more, Antiope and Dimita gently pulled back after swallowing their share of Max's load.

"I think there might be a new, unspoken, addition, to your conditions while on Themyscira," teased the former general, with Dimita and the other two amazons also sharing in on the chuckle.

Max for his part, only panted from one of the hardest orgasms he ever had. Though, a part of Max did admit, this whole thing might not be as bad as he originally thought.

To Be Continued...