After his meeting with the Seer, Demetrius prepared for his journey. Forced to be naked, he packed light, only carrying a bag in which to collect the items needed to use to break the curse, a spear for protection and a map. His new status as an immortal did give him the benefit of not having to worry about food or water, but it was still going to be an arduous journey. He was told that Hippolyta's palace and the kingdom of the Amazons was in faraway Scythia, approximately 3 months' journey to the East over the mountains or 1 month by ship. Forced to travel only at night and in hiding, Demetrius knew the journey would take him at least 5 months and as he had no ship, he had to travel over the more dangerous land route.
As he got further and further away from Greece the land became more sparsely populated and he was able to travel more freely. Reaching the foothills of the mountains of Scythia he discovered a sign warning all to turn back as they were entering the kingdom of the Amazons. This was it he knew, and he immediately set off up the path towards the summit. Demetrius was relieved that although he still was unable to cum, if he avoiding contact on his penis he could at least get his erection to subside and the aching in his balls and constant desire abated a little. During waking times, it was not as bad as the perils of traveling kept his mind occupied. Nighttime was the worst as every night his dreams were infected by visions of glorious women sucking and teasing his cock, and right when he was about to shoot he would wake up, hard desperate and throbbing. His constant denial steeled his resolve to complete this quest. It had already been almost 9 months since he last had an orgasm and the dull ache in his balls kept him moving forward in his journey.
The dark palace of Hippolyta loomed at the top of the cliff, looking as foreboding as he imagined it would. High walls of black stone surrounded the citadel and a drawbridge limited access to the inner palace. As he crouched in the bushes, studying the layout for a plan of attack, he spotted the first of the Amazon warriors. They were beautiful, and his denied cock instantly sprang to life, thus complicating his mission. All were very tall, at least 6 feet and had long red hair. Dressed in leather tunics, most had their breasts free, and they were quite spectacular. Demetrius was already throbbing as he studied their movements. It appeared that the palace was guarded at all times by at least 20 warriors, but there were at least 3 times a day where the defenses seemed lightest, at dawn, at lunchtime and at sundown as most of the warriors appeared to leave the palace and head down another path towards their main settlement. He would later discover that all of the Amazons were devotees of Athena, Goddess of War, and the polar opposite of Aphrodite. No men were seen anywhere, and it was legendary that none were allowed in the kingdom.
As the sun set in the western sky, Demetrius crouched waiting for his moment. Studying the movements of the guards for the past two days, he discovered that for at least 10 minutes there was a spot on the walls that went unguarded. Holding his makeshift grappling hook in one hand, he waited for his opportunity. As the temple bell rang, calling the warriors to sacrifice, he tossed the hook over the wall and scrambled up. He knew he only had minutes to enter the Palace, find the armor and escape. He hoped he could find it in time and not have to face the wrath of the Amazons. If discovered, he realized he was completely defenseless. He could not carry both the bag and the spear and scale the wall, so he carried only the bag. Naked and unarmed, he would be completely helpless if captured.
The warriors exited for their daily ritual, and Demetrius stealthily scaled the rear wall of the palace and entered a long marble hallway that was to his great relief, deserted. He acted quickly trying desperately to discover Hippolyta's bedroom before the guards returned. He was not helped by the design of the palace, that appeared to him more immense and confusing that the labyrinth of Minos. He was not able to discover her chambers before the Warriors returned, and was forced to quickly hide. As he heard their clanking armor coming up the stairs, he opened a door behind him and rushed in.
To both his horror and delight, he discovered he had entered the baths of the palace. In the center of the large room was a deep green marbled tub, continuously filling with a hot underground spring. There was no obvious place to hide, except an enormous wicker basket suspended by a large chain that would easily accommodate him, situated to the left of the room. The basket obviously was used to collect dirty clothes for laundry and Demetrius was grateful for any hiding place. Hearing the sounds of the warriors growing closer, he had no other option but to jump and hide inside, hoping his presence would go unnoticed. The basket already had some tunics and undergarments in them, and Demetrius began to throb as the scent of all that musky Amazon aroma filled his nostrils. Crouching down in the basket, he felt he was pretty well hidden, and because of the slats he was able to observe the actions within the room.
It did not take long for Demetrius to realize that his sanctuary was both his savior and the potential for his downfall. Having been denied an orgasm for nearly 9 months, and having not seen a single female for almost 6 months, his body reacted instantly to this sudden exposure to so much female flesh. As the warriors entered the bath and began to strip off their clothes, he knew he was in real trouble. His aching penis, not recognizing the danger, began to throb and twitch uncontrollably. As they entered the water and began to lather up, he began to stroke himself. Even knowing it was hopeless, his normal male urges made it impossible to resist, and he stroked and caressed his own shaft, desperate for relief, but knowing it would never come. When the warriors began to partake of each other's bodies in an unbelievably erotic Sapphic display, it was too much. Every sperm in his balls screamed out in rage at their imprisonment, and for the first time Demetrius felt pre-cum begin to drool out of his cockhead, the pressure being too much even for a curse from a Goddess to contain. He still could not orgasm, but even this slight release of pressure helped some.
He tried to close his eyes, realizing that by watching the warriors pleasure each other he was only tormenting himself, but it was no use, he HAD to watch. Domitia, one of the lead guards lay on the side of the pool with her legs splayed wide, her fiery red hair matched by a similar patch on her beautiful pussy. As each warrior swum up to her, taking a long lick up her cunt, she moaned and rocked causing her enormous breasts to heave up and down as she came closer and closer to release. Demetrius was entranced. He stroked faster and faster wishing for orgasm, but knowing it would not release, he did not care. He was nothing but instinct now, and he shuddered and twitched as he watched warrior after another kiss and lick the beautiful Domitia to a seemingly endless number of orgasms. Careless as he could not tear himself away from this display, the basket began to swing back and forth from his gyrations and the chain began to weaken. As Domitia screamed out again in pleasure, the chain broke and Demetrius was thrown to the floor, his hand still on his dick pumping and a pair of panties held in his hand at his nose.
The sudden discovery of a male intruder in their presence caused each of the warriors to instantly exit the pool and gather their weapons. Standing naked over him, each with a nasty looking spear pointed right at his blue balls and throbbing cock, Demetrius gulped hard, realizing he was in grave danger.
