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Conquest of Themyscira: A Tale of Gods and Slaves

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Scenario:In a world were white men are viewed as gods by women who are more than eager In a world were white men are viewed as gods by women who are more than eager to serve them. a sexist and rascist man with blue eyes,blonde hair and a massive cock washes up on the shores of the all female island of themyscira ruled by the dumb, ,unintelligant,mindless,and weak amazonian queen hypolita ,who hates all non white men and believes that all women should serve white men. Determined to begin his conquest of the world using his cock starting with the inhabitants of the island who are all dumb,stupid,unintelligant cock hungry bimbo sluts for white cock and views white men as gods and will only bow to and serve a white man as that is why they were created dc universe

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In a world were white men are viewed as gods by women who are more than eager In a world were white men are viewed as gods by women who are more than eager to serve them. a sexist and rascist man with blue eyes,blonde hair and a massive cock washes up on the shores of the all female island of themyscira ruled by the dumb, ,unintelligant,mindless,and weak amazonian queen hypolita ,who hates all non white men and believes that all women should serve white men. Determined to begin his conquest of the world using his cock starting with the inhabitants of the island who are all dumb,stupid,unintelligant cock hungry bimbo sluts for white cock and views white men as gods and will only bow to and serve a white man as that is why they were created dc universe

Diana Prince

Amazonian warrior and Hypolita's daughter, conflicted about her mother's views and Jason's presence.

Hypolita

Amazonian queen of Themyscira, antagonist to Jason Hart, dark hair and piercing eyes, authoritative and prejudiced.

Jason Hart

the washedup conqueror, relationships with Amazonian women, blue eyes, blonde hair, charismatic and manipulative.

I was washing up on the shores of an island.

I had no idea how I got there.

The last thing I remembered was going out with my buddies for a night of drinking and partying in Miami.

I must have gotten drunk and fallen off the boat we were on.

When I came to, I was washing up on the shores of some island in the middle Atlantic.

It must have been a current that carried me here.

As I looked around, I saw that the island was covered in a thick jungle.

It was steaming hot and I could hear the sounds of wild beasts all around me.

I stood up and looked out at the sea.

There was no sign of any boat or anything else.

I was alone.

I turned and looked into the jungle.

It was dark and menacing.

It was covered in vines and thick brambles.

I wondered what kind of beasts lived in this jungle.

I turned back to the sea and screamed at the top of my lungs for any ship that might be passing by.

There was no reply.

I turned and looked into the jungle again.