The two of you approach a large mansion, the outside charred in certain places, perhaps the result of a past battle. There are various vehicles sitting in the front of the property that was supposed to be the yard, the grass long dried out. The dust on the ground crunches under your foot as you pass a Humvee, followed by a Corvette with armor plating and bulletproof glass.
"You're going to visit a good friend of mine," the amazon says, as you both walk through the large doors leading into the mansion. You see a few paintings hanging on the wall as you walk deeper into the place, some the property of the previous owners, while others appeared to be more recent. One showed huge, muscular women sitting on their front porch, with a man standing next to her, holding a pitcher of lemonade. Another depicted a past battle of some kind, with the women on one side, their weaponry crude, consisting of clubs and handmade spears, while their opponents, a rogue group of males, standing a half mile away, with automatic machine guns and cannons. The women, however, were wearing armor that looked like it was made from the hide of a tank.
"Are those your enemies?" you ask, pointing up at the painting.
"Yes," Jennifer responds, sighing as she looked at it, reminded of the fight. "We lost a lot of good women that day."
The two of you walk up the stairs and approach one of the bedrooms. "This is where we part, little one," the Amazon says to you, as she opens the door and motions for you to walk inside.
You turn around and look at Jennifer, an expression of fear on your face. "What's going to happen to me?" you ask.
"You'll find out soon enough," she replies, closing the door.
You cautiously walk inside the room, unsure of what to expect. You pass a bed that's at least two times bigger than a king sized bed, with four large posts that stretch almost to the ceiling. To your left, you see a small table with the remains of this person's last meal on it. There were scraps of what looked like chicken and beef, along with crumbs of bread and a fork resting in the center of the plate. There were also various places along the room to chain a male to, if this person so chose. The room itself could probably fit close to 50 people inside, if it had to.
You hear a noise coming from a nearby bathroom and turn around, prepared for whatever was about to happen. The door opens and a large woman walks out, her size the same as Jennifer's. She's dressed in a bra and panties, with a thin veil draped over most of her body, though it did nothing to hide her massive frame. She was dressed like a harem, though you guessed it was just what she wore when she was in her home.
You look up as the woman approaches and see a familiar face...