<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://graphics.pop6.com/out/blogs_100/46/82646.5942.big.gif<br/>Name: Jarek <br/>Location: Making his way to the Queen<br/>Tagged: <br/>Dreading the Audience.<br/></div></div><br/>Jarek screamed a little, falling to the ground, at the Amazon's fierce strength, he thought his scrotum would split before he crawled back up, doing his best to make his way wherever this Jol'andra would take him. . . He knew it would be best if he didn't say a word as he was brought before the Queen. "His Highness"? He thought. Why would she want him? There were some more well endowed men all around, and even though he had nothing to be ashamed of between his legs, he was very easily considered something of an Apollo or Eros in his own lands. He cursed his own naivety which landed him in this Amazonian tribe. He should have known better than to accept a night of lust with one of the women who was conspicuously placed within a bathing stream so close to this territory.