THE VILLAGE IN THE BUSH

 

 

 

Before I get started on my story I should tell you a little about myself. My name is Josh, I’m five-eight, one-sixty. The wife split a year ago leaving me with two dogs and a mortgage (no kids fortunately). The consolation here is she left me the house, so all was not lost. Really though it’s just a fancied-up cottage in Central Ontario. Directly across the street is a bush, one-an-a-quarter by two-an-a-half miles, two thousand acres. One end touches Georgian Bay and it lies between two concession roads. I suspect that at one time it was farmed as there are a couple of roads buried back there. In places these roads are bordered with stones piled up to eight feet high. They’ve been long abandoned and are now nothing more than trails---but ideal for walking the dogs---and this is where my saga begins.

 

It was Friday September 22nd, the first day of fall, so all the biting type bugs were gone, and the bush had that ripe fragrance it gets when all the trees and shrubs know that winter is coming. Anyone who knows this area, knows that you could walk in the bush every day for a week and never meet a soul. I had worked till noon and since it was a beautiful day decided to book off for the afternoon and get some exercise. I was no stranger to this bush and over the last five years had found and explored all of the visible trails. On this day though as I walked the dogs along I noticed a portal through the stones that I could swear was not there yesterday. Some shrubbery was piled off to the side and I wondered if it had been hidden behind this. Of course I ducked through, the dogs on my heels, and continued down a brand new path. Excited at making a new discovery, just call me Tom Sawyer, I plodded on recklessly. The dogs fell behind and I stopped and turned to urge them on, when they responded I turned back to proceed. About fifteen feet ahead stood two women! I staggered, tripping over my own feet, and stopped dead in my tracks to gape. They both wore exercise outfits, Nike style, two pieces, a brief crop top and a briefer thong. One was blond, about five-eight, the other had an auburn mousse and was about five-five. They were both very good looking! They both carried staffs which were crossed as if to block the path. I didn’t want to go where I wasn’t welcome so I backed up three steps and turned to go back. Fifteen feet back there were two more! Wearing likewise outfits and likewise blocking the trail out in a a similar attitude. Again I stalled for a minute deciding what to do then turnedmade a one-eighty. Two more had move in, these only four feet away. I spun around and sure enough there were two more this way as well. I spun again and the two that at first were fifteen feet down the trail had moved up to form a wall four across. I didn’t have to turn again to know that there were four behind me as well. I was surrounded by eight women! Eight very attractive women! I would guess they were all in their twenties or thirties, and anywhere from five-two or three to six feet! And there was an awful lot of healthy flesh showing so needless to say I stiffened. Coming across them in this situation and dressed as they were was extremely rousing. They all appeared to be very fit, slim waists, trim hips and tight buns. More surprising though was their level of muscularity, especially their upper bodies, a little rare in most women. Every one of them had extremely well developed biceps and triceps. By no means did they appear out of proportion, or un-symmetrical as the bodybuilders misguidedly like to say, since they all had a wide flare to their lats and deltoids to match! I would be envious of any one of them!   

The butt ends of two staffs poked into my back and one of them spoke:

“Shirt off.”

“What’s going on here? What do you----.” A third staff came up between my legs giving me a rap in the nuts that just about took me to my knees. “OOOWWW---ooww---

“Quiet! Shirt off.”

I pulled my t-shirt up and over my head. I was certainly outnumbered and they all looked prepared to give me a whack or two if necessary so I complied. As soon as that was done one on each side grabbed a wrist, held it behind my back while a third lashed them together. Things were happening too quickly! Again, the butt end of two staffs poked into my back and the blond I was facing moved forward, undid my belt and pulled down the zipper of my shorts. She tucked her thumbs under the waistband and expertly removed my shorts and my briefs in one motion, pushing them to my ankles.

“One step.” She said.

I knew what they wanted and took the one step forward out of my shorts. Being confronted by eight women my erection was full bore, which didn’t go unnoticed. As quickly as my hands were tied my ankles were also tied but this time with what could be called a hobble. They organized quickly, four in front, four behind.

“Move out!” With this instruction I got another rap in the nuts that brought tears to my eyes and I staggered forward. The hobble allowed me to take steps of only one foot at a time so I staggered around at first until I got the idea of taking quick short steps. I realized I must look pretty pathetic, mincing along, obviously the prisoner of these women. The dogs trailed along unconcerned.

 

Anon we entered into what could be called an encampment. More women! Lots more women!! As we entered, we crossed over an oval track which I found out later was one half mile. Several women were doing laps, several others were doing sprints. Surrounded by the track was an area with a dozen tents and between the tents fitness stations were set up. Some stations had free weights with benches and racks, some had a couple of machine, while others had nothing more than monkey bars. Again, more women. What came to mind was a boot camp. Central in all this was a raised area, about a foot off the ground and twenty-five or thirty foot square, completely padded. Four women had on boxing gloves and were paired off and really going at each other.

 

No one person seemed to be in charge but with some unheard signal all activity ceased and a circle was formed, with me as the focal point. My eight escorts took their places in the circle while the two tallest came forward. There were at least thirty and I was shuffled along to face them one by one. Every once in a while one was told to ‘stand in’ and when we moved passed they moved to the center of the circle. I realized the women being told to move were exactly my height. One full circuit and five women remained, all the others were excused and they dispersed. The five formed a line and I was positioned back to back with the first.

“Stand up straight.”

I did as ordered and after being compared precisely, two more were excused. There was a little discussion and a third one was also dismissed. Down to two, although at this point I didn’t know for what purpose.

 

One was deeply tanned and sultry with raven hair. Big! Solid looking thighs and calves and massive shoulders and biceps. She had to weight at least as much as me if not more and her arms had to be sixteen inches! The other was an ash blond, smaller, leaner, not so bulky, nor so wide in the shoulders or back, with clearly defined muscles in her thighs and calves and a deep chest. Still her arms had to measure at least fourteen and with all the muscle she probably weighed around one-fifty! ‘Raven hair’ had more pecs than breasts, bands of muscle clearly visible across her chest. ‘Ash blond’ had smaller and shorter bands of muscle and nice breasts, large enough to fill the crop top and spill over the top.

“Make a muscle.” One of the six-footers poked me in the arm. I flexed against the bonds as hard as I could, she spanned my muscle with thumb and forefinger.

“Maybe fourteen.” She announced. Good estimate., actually I was thirteen-and-three-quarters. Raven hair chortled out loud

“Yes, he’s going to look wimpy beside you Mellar, so Aphor I guess you’re ‘it’. What are you?”

“Almost fourteen-an-a-half.”

 Oh sShit, this cute little blond’s bigger than me!

“Okay Aphor, that has to be close enough, he’s all yours.”

Ash blond stood right in front of me.

“My name’s Aphor and you will be called Aphorat. You are my prisoner, my slave, and you will do as I commandsay.” I didn’t have to ask what would happen if I didn’t. My nuts still ached from the previous raps.

As she led me away I remembered I had two dogs and when I spotted them they were doing better than I, someone had put out water and they were getting lots of female attention. They looked pretty happy. My bonds, wrists and ankles were removed, but only after my watch, glasses, and shoes were seized and I was ushered into a steel cage. Completely naked, and locked behind bars, I was feeling very vulnerable., sixg

 

Within the hour I was released from the cage by two, what could only be called, guards and marched towards the padded platform. As we marched I was briefed.

Guard number one: “There’s going to be a contest. You and Aphor will compete.” 

Guard number two continued: “The contest will be a wrestling match, if you win, Aphor is your slave for the night and you get to keep your balls---if you lose---.” She paused for effect.

Guard number one took over: “If you lose you will be humiliated like you’ve never been humiliated before and summarily castrated.”

“What the hell do you think---“ My statement was completely ignored.

Back to guard number two: “Well if you lose to a woman---obviously you have no use for your balls and you’ll lose them, know what I mean?” She brought her hands together in a chopping motion.

“But I can’t wrestle her.” I argued, the shape she’s in and the muscles---!

Guard number one: “Is that a fact. And why not?”

“Well she’s a girl---a woman---I can’t wrestle a woman.” I have to get out of this somehow.

Guard number one: “That’s interesting, but look, the whole camp’s waiting to see a contest.” They were too. Most had brought chairs or blankets and were sitting with their backs to the mid-afternoon sun. “We haven’t had a male performer for ages.”

Guard number two: “Anyway, Aphor gave the order and she’s all set, willing and anxious. Look.”

Aphor was waiting on the platform, naked! Her cheshire grin beckoned me to join her. She looked to be lightly oiled which amplified the highlights and shadows, making her appear more muscular still! I had lost all control of my member which was standing up rigid with a slight left hook. I was also blubbering, I knew there was no way I could wrestle this woman and win. And then there’s this “castration” crap. What’s that about? I’d heard about males being castrated by female bosses in the workplace---it must be something like that. The gallery booed as I stepped up onto the platform which didn’t do much for my already deflated morale. I moved to the center where I stood, petrified. They can’t possibly mean literally---.

Aphor faced me---I couldn’t drag my eyes away from her exquisite breasts!

“Any hold.” She said. “Your choice, you can get me in any hold you like.”

She was granting me a free hold???

“Full nelson?” I figured if I could get those arms under control I might just have a chance.

“Sure.”

She turned her back to me and raised her arms. I put her in the hold, cupped my fingers and ‘hooked’ my hands together firmly behind her neck.

“Okay? Ready?” she asked.

“Not really.” She just chuckled.

I figured her to buck and twist and turn fiercely but her reaction was slow, methodical, determined. We were soon down on the mats and try as I might (may?) I couldn’t roll her face down. I had an excellent view of her arm muscles as they worked and flexed and from this angle they looked much bigger than the fourteen-an-a-half stated. She worked her firm ass against my groin and I was expecting to cum any second. Finally in a show of raw power she reached back and grabbed my left wrist with her left hand then doggedly worked the fingers of her right hand between my fingers forcing my hooked fingers open. Once my grip was broken she systematically pulled my arms away and turned on me. Two minutes later she had me in a full nelson, turning the tables. As well she brought her legs over my hips, inside my thighs, and hooked her feet behind my knees restricting my leg movement. Now I could feel the bulge of her hard biceps pressing into the backs of my arms. Incredible! My attempts to pry her fingers apart, not unlike she did me, were futile---she had me locked up perfectly! Once she took over her cohorts started making noises and there was the beginning of a chant that I couldn’t quite make out. She applied pressure forcing my head forward and my arms back but it wasn’t quite enough to make me give in. She gave up on this and worked me onto my back, forced my arms down, brought her knees up into my arm muscles pinning me securely!

I must say the view from here was magnificent. Her lats flared out in a wide V topped by mounds of shoulder muscles and the blue veins running up her arms alongside her biceps were clearly visible from this angle. Her superb breasts were inches away from my face and she was smiling down at me. The beautiful breasts, nipples engorged, (hopefully because of me) and the pretty smile reminding me I was being pinned by a woman! My cock lurched! I twisted at the hips but she had me firmly pinned, I wasn’t going anywhere! She pulled on my wrists till my arms were straight overhead then inched her way up till my chin was firmly against her crotch, my arms trapped alongside my head and between her solid thighs.

“Now you will give me a kiss of submission.”

She elevated her ass, her pussy hovered over my mouth.

“C’mon.” she urged “You know where.”

I lifted my head to do her bidding but she pulled back, teasing. I moaned in despair and another tremor pulsed through my cock! Again she hovered close and again I was denied! Another tremor! The assembly responded to her teasing with chants, something about a teaser. She moved close once more.

“C’mon, third times a charm.”

I lifted my head and instead of having her pull away as expected she pressed herself firmly onto my mouth almost smothering me. I gave her the requisite kiss and seconds later she moved off and got to her feet.

She offered her hand to pull me to my feet and I accepted and got the pleasure of watching her biceps muscle flex as if in a curl! The two heads were clearly visible and the curve of her triceps swelled out on either side! What a tremendous arm!

I was barely on my feet when she hopped up and wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist and squeezed. Seconds later I was on my knees gulping for air and she was pulling me down! Her legs truly felt like an iron vice, never had I experienced anything like this, never did I presume that a woman could wield this much power! Once I was down she moved her legs to encircle my chest and I thought my ribs would cave in! In addition to not being able to breath I was in a lot of pain! In the course of writhing around we happened to make eye contact---she was not even breathing hard---and she gave me the coyest smile. Her scissors grip was devastating and I was soon subdued and barely able to move. This is when she moved to my head! Oh god!! She, applied pressure then relaxed, applied pressure then relaxed, over and over and each time it seemed she increased the pressure---I expected to see my brains bleed out onto the mats---I was delirious with the pain! Abruptly she rolled onto her back and changed her grip, giving up the scissors hold for a figure four and drawing my head tightly into her crotch.

“Now you will satisfy me---.” The world was spinning---my head ached---my ribs hurt---my arms were like dead weights---I was beyond knowing what was happening to me! “---with your tongue.”

I knew exactly what she wanted and was too drained to resist so kissed and licked and probed, meeting her urgency, and finally bringing her to orgasm, the cheers of her comrades filtered through. This time she didn’t release me immediately but held me trapped and I knew she was savoring the moment. It didn’t make much difference when she did let me go---the only thing still moving was my cock, waving away of its own accord. I could only take short shallow breaths, deep breaths sent shooting pains across my ribs and moving my arms or shoulders had the same effect.

I was on my back, barely able to move, she moved into view and stood astride my shoulders facing my feet. The crowd quieted so I knew something significant was about to happen. From behind her back she produced what I first thought to be a club made from a piece of one of their staffs. But why was it shining and glistening? When she brought it down and held it against her crotch I understood instantly. Of course---a dildo! All nicely oiled up!

“I hope you’re a virgin.” She chuckled. “I just love breaking cherries.” and laughed aloud.

“On your hands and knees!” She commanded.

Everything ached but I rolled over all the while thinking ‘why am I doing this?’. As I pushed myself up she dropped to her knees, her thighs straddling my head. I clutched in vain at her hard thighs when she applied pressure. It felt like my head was jammed between two fence posts. She leaned close, her nipples grazing my back causing a shiver to run through my loins and my cock to spasm. Everything was happening at once---I was seeing stars, seconds from backing out---my cock was throbbing, seconds from cumming and the plastic penis was being drawn tauntingly over my ass, seconds from penetration. Some of her colleagues were cheering making lots of noise, while others seemed to be singing, like a battle song. I was cumming! Once she sensed my first tremor I could feel the counterfeit cock being pressed home. The cheers of her companions were echoing in phase with my own desperate keening. Thankfully she tightened her scissors hold and I blacked out at the same time!

 

 

Sat: Chores clean up tent gather fire wood look after dogs

 

“I’m called Aphor.”I came to, flat on my back, thinking I was paralyzed, but no, I could wiggle my toes and move my fingers. There were soft female voices and Aphor came into view.

“Well hello stranger.” She smiled and chuckled. “Welcome back.”

“Hmmmff. What’s going on?” My arms were out to the sides and my legs spread eagled to their max. “What do you think you’re doing?” I was able to lift my head enough to see that my arms and legs were restrained securely with four straps each and four more around my torso.

“We were waiting for you to come to, now we can proceed with the gelding.”

While Aphor taped my dick down with some duct tape---“Don’t want to lop this off too.”---two of her comrades positioned a guillotine like apparatus between my legs!

“What the hell----are you women crazy?” I was ignored, as if I wasn’t even there!

First positioner with a chuckle: “He’s kind’a small Aphor, like he’s not what you would call hung like a bull.”

Second positioner, laughing: “Yeah, he’s hardly hung at all---won’t look that great on your trophy shelf.”

“NO! NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” I strained at my bonds but I was pegged down so thoroughly that I couldn’t get any leverage. My nuts were being manipulated into position and it felt like they were being clamped down somehow.

“Okay, we’re ready.” They moved aside, one was holding a remote type unit. “Five---four---.”

“NOOOoooo----.” I strained at the bonds again and I was sure I felt them give a little.

“Three---.”

I took a deep breath and gave it every thing I had! “Aaaaaagggghhhh----.”

“Two----.”

Miraculously the bonds were separating---popping open---and I sat bolt upright!  

In my bed---dripping with cold sweat---heart pounding against my ribs---my Jockeys still damp from throwing my load. Two dogs were giving me the strangest look. With wet dreams like that who needs nightmares. I lay back down thinking how exhausted I was, my arms and shoulders ached from wrestling my nocturnal devils. I thought about work for maybe two seconds and decided to forget it---my first priority today is to take the dogs for a walk in the bush.

 

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