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Gods Among Slaves: The Conquest of Themyscira

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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

Eira Thorne

Amazonian warrior and Hypolita's advisor, relationships with Jason and Hypolita, athletic build with long auburn hair, intelligent and conflicted.

Queen Hypolita

ruler of Themyscira, relationships with Jason and her subjects, dark hair, stern features, authoritative and prejudiced.

Jason Hart

the washedup man, relationships with the Amazonian women, blonde hair, blue eyes, muscular build, arrogant and manipulative.

I was running.

I didn't know where I was going, I just knew I had to get away.

I'd been at sea for days, maybe weeks.

I'd lost all sense of time.

The storm that had wrecked my ship had taken the life of every single one of my crew members, and I was sure it would take mine too.

I'd been adrift in the wreckage of my ship, with no food or water.

I'd made the decision to try and find land days ago, but had been too weak to even make it out of the water.

I'd given up all hope until I finally felt something solid beneath my feet.

I was so exhausted, I could barely lift my head to see where I was going.

All I knew was that I was getting further and further from the water's edge.