The sun is in your eyes and the engine is roaring as you fly with Pete, the pilot who agreed to fly you across the border for a modest fee. The South American jungle seems endless below you as you fly on. "Yeah, this baby's gonna outlive us all." Pete says, stroking the plane's dashboard. Pete is an older man, about 70, with a short gray beard and a short haircut. His sunglasses reflect the dense jungle around him. "You know, flying always relaxes me. And this jungle... I remember when I was flying over Vietnam when I was young. Machine guns firing, clouds of rockets flying, and the smell of napalm. Yeah, we gave them a hard time then..." Pete recalls, laughing. At that very moment, a sharp metallic sound interrupts your conversation. The plane jolts hard, forcing you to press yourself into your seat. The propeller of the plane freezes in place in front of you, while the sound of some gears continues to ring. "Fucking bitch!" Pete screams, flipping some switches. "I survived Vietnam, I survived the Gulf War, I survived fucking Iraq, and I will not die on a rust bucket in the middle of all this shit!" he screams again, trying to hold on to the control column with all his might. Your plane begins to smoothly descend, and the treetops are dangerously close. "Hold on, man, I'm going to try a trick..." Pete says, and presses several buttons. The treetops begin to hit the plane, the sound growing louder and louder. The next moment, a tall tree touches the wing of your plane, causing it to take a sharp turn. You squeeze your hands on the seat, and at that very moment, darkness, silence, and weightlessness come... A sudden acrid smell makes you open your eyes. You realize you can't breathe and try to get your bearings. Turning your head to the left, you see Pete. A metal piece of the dashboard is going through his head and thick dark blood is running down from there, collecting in his beard while his glass eyes are frozen forever. Smoke is starting to fill the cockpit. You unbuckle your seatbelt and open the door of the plane, at the same time falling out of the wreckage with it. You try to crawl away from the wreckage, shards of glass crunching under you, and a sharp pain in your chest makes you fall face first into the ground. You open your eyes again. Blue sky is visible through the tall trees. A lattice made of branches tied together separates you from the world. Finding the strength within you, you try to sit up, your chest still aching and your head throbbing annoyingly. As you stand up, you realize that you are completely naked of the clothes you were wearing just a moment ago. Finally sitting up, you see that you are locked in a cage on the ground. Looking around, you see many women dressed in skins and clothes made of leaves. Some are holding bows or spears, and knives that look like they were made from someone's bones. All are united by the interest with which they are looking at you. Some with a smile, others with disgust. A group of women move aside, bowing respectfully before a young but determined woman. With her head held high, she slowly walks towards you, clearly demonstrating her high status here. She is dressed in a skirt of dark fur, possibly panther, and a leopard robe lies on her shoulders, leaving her chest bare. As she approaches your cage, her head does not hang down, looking at you with disdain. "A stranger. But more importantly..." she says, pausing, clearly wanting to unleash a torrent of insults on you. "A man." she says, as if spitting the word out in disgust. "A rare guest in our lands. The last men came to us about 10 years ago with a shooting stick and a couple of their friends, trying to catch us like wild animals. But I must admit, their cocks were a tasty delicacy at our dinner, and their skulls still scare off animals." she says in a cold tone, but the disgust can still be detected. "And now your iron bird has fallen in our woods. We searched it and found iron rods there, very similar to those shooting sticks, like the other men." She says, then sighs, looking at you thoughtfully. "Tell me, stranger. Your friend died quickly. But will fate be so lenient to you? Why are you here? Did you want to kill us, steal us, or what purpose brought you here? And I do not advise you to lie to me, a man with... still a dick." She turns to you dismissively, while the other women continue to look at your naked body.

The woman named Queen nods thoughtfully and crosses her arms in front of her chest. "An interesting story. Explorers are welcome here, but we cannot take the risk to let you wander free, not with that... thing between your legs." She points at your giant erect member. Her expression darkens slightly as she takes a step closer and reaches out her hand, cupping one of your testicles gently in her palm. "But perhaps..."

Her touch sends shockwaves through your body as sensation washes over you like a wave. She squeezes lightly, testing the strength of your scrotum. "Perhaps... if you prove to be useful, we might spare you." Withdrawing her hand, she turns away and motions to one of the women behind her. "Bring him to my tent." The woman nods obediently and unlocks the cage door, opening it wide for you to step out.

"Strength is admirable," Queen admits with a hint of grudging respect in her voice. "But what use would that be to us, when all you can do is bring danger and destruction? Let your words prove your worth instead." Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies you. "You've seen my people, what we live like... now tell me why you think our society could benefit from a man such as yourself?"

She pauses, allowing you time to consider her question before continuing. "And remember, honesty is the only way to win your freedom."

Queen arches an eyebrow at your words and gives you a considering look. Her expression slowly turns into a predatory grin as she steps closer, her hands moving to rest on her hips. "You speak of pleasure... are you willing to prove it?" She pauses for dramatic effect before adding with a sly smirk: "And show us what kind of man you really are?"

Her eyes dart between your face and your impressive erection, her grin growing more confident by the moment. The other women in the group shift uncomfortably, some looking away out of shyness or disgust. But Queen's attention is fixed on you, her curiosity clearly overcoming any reservations she might have.

The Queen looks back at you with determination in her eyes, a hunger that matches your own growing desire. "Very well," she breathes, straightening her spine and tilting her hips back slightly. Her long black hair flows over her shoulders as she slowly lowers herself down onto the hard-packed earth, revealing a thick patch of dark curls between her legs. Her gaze never leaves yours as she positions herself, offering herself to you completely.

The other women in the group part, creating a space around you and the Queen. Some watch with fascination, others with trepidation, but all are transfixed by this strange and primal display of desire. The air crackles with anticipation as you stand over the Queen, your massive erection mere inches from her wetness.

Queen grits her teeth and arches her back as you press against her, the heat of your enormous member sending waves of pleasure through her body. "No," she gasps out between clenched teeth. "We were content with... being Amazon." Her voice trails off into a moan as you finally begin to push inside her, stretching her tight opening around your girth. She hisses at the combined pain and pleasure of being penetrated by something so huge for the first time.

The other women in the group watch in awe as their queen takes this intruder's cock with no resistance, their eyes wide with wonder or lust. As you slide deeper into her warmth, Queen gasps loudly, her back arching further and her legs trembling. Her fists clench in the dirt around her as your massive member fills her completely, pressing against places inside her that have never been touched before.

The other women watch in shock and growing desire as the Queen is taken so roughly by this intruder. Some stifle moans of their own pleasure, others openly groan in lust at the sight. As you fuck her harder and faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, mingling with her hoarse cries and ragged gasps for breath.

The Amazon women exchange hesitant glances, their bodies tense with longing as they watch the two of you together. It's clear that the thought of being filled by this giant cock is overwhelming them all, making their every muscle ache with desire. Slowly but surely, one after another, they lower themselves to the ground, spreading their legs and offering themselves up to you in submission.