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   There was only so much Diana could stomach of Flash's antics. The other Amazons, naïve to the perversities of men, simply cheered on the entwined figures. Atalanta, fatiguing now, made a last desperate attempt to keep him pinned, clamping his chest between her thighs and sitting back to sandwich his head between the floor and her sweaty ass.
Diana almost despaired. Had bringing males here been a mistake? They'd promised to behave. It had taken so much trust from the Themyscirans to allow them, and she'd hoped it could serve as a bridge between the two worlds, that her sisters might see that Man's World wasn't peopled entirely by a race of deranged sexual deviants.
With a parting look at Flash's ecstatic grin at it was swallowed up between Atalanta's cheeks, Diana turned away.
She took a long walk of the island. Her need for guidance drew her towards the temples of the Goddesses, the sacred fires that eternally burned there lighting her way through the late evening. She prayed to Hera and Athena. As she ascended the steps to Hestia's temple, a figure step from within. Cyborg's circuitry glowed beneath his amazonian chestplate.
"Sister," he greeted her with a curtsy.
"Is there not one male on this island capable of keeping themselves out of trouble?" Diana huffed. "It is forbidden for men to enter the house of Hestia."
"How fortunate I am not one then," Cyborg said, his voice serene. "I was making an offering to her."
"If Hippolyta finds out..." Diana muttered. It was almost becoming her catchphrase.
Cyborg smiled. "It was with Hippolyta's blessing. She has accepted my petition to stay."
Diana gasped. "'Stay'?! For how long?"
"Oh, an Amazon never leaves the island, silly," Cyborg giggled.
He moved to embrace her warmly and she was too stunned to object. There was a euphoric haze to him. And the strong smell of... kykeon...
"Did mother give you something to drink?" Diana said in dismay.
"Only a little," Cyborg laughed lightly. "I have been giving it much thought ever since I arrived. I have found serenity here, sister." He gave a deep, contented sigh, touching a hand lightly to his temple. "Out there, there is so much electronic noise. So many computers screaming at me. But here, I am unplugged. I am free to be just myself. And it is all thanks to you." He stepped away, and raised the jar in his hand, glowing with pride. "Hestia has accepted my offering. I am to become one of her vestals."
It was the same canopic-style jar that Epione had used to store the manhoods of the Justice League members, pickled for their eventual reversion. The jar was open and empty, save for a trickle of preservative.
Racing to the sacred flame, Diana plunged her hand into the fire. The cock was a shapeless lump of charcoal and melted circuitry, which crumbled to ash between her fingers.