THE WOMEN OF THE WOODS (part one)

A community of women in an isolated area believe in a "female 
dominated" society.

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THE WOMEN OF THE WOODS -(Part One)


	This was to be the strangest assignment I had ever received. 
It would also be my last.

It was rumoured that in the deep forests of northern Canada, their 
existed a society of females, who had not only thrown off the yoke 
of  male oppression, but had founded a society based on a "females 
only" order. Several reporters and journalists had gone off to try 
and find the elusive group, but of the twenty or so men and women who 
had attempted to locate the group over the last 5 years, none had 
returned.  I thought the assignment was a bit of a joke, and not so 
long ago, I would have refused it. But my recent divorce to my 
husband of 5 years had been occupying too much of my mind, and 
thought this would be an acceptable diversion.

	We flew into a small community, and proceeded the rest of the 
way by boat. In addition to myself, there was my cameraman, Rod. We 
did not get along at all, and I tried to get a different member for 
the trip, but to no avail. He was such a pig of a man. Always finding 
new ways to push my buttons, be it by sexist jokes or by sexual come 
ons. I am considered to be a good looking woman. I am 5'7", with 
sandy blond hair to the middle of my back. I work out a lot, and take 
pride in my body. Rod often made comments about what a body like mine 
should be used for, and that he would be happy to oblige. I ignored 
him. 

Also on the trip, was a young woman named Christine. She was 21, and 
was coming along as a field study for her anthropology and women's 
studies degrees. She was a small woman, 5'2 with blond hair, but was 
very pretty in an innocent sort of way. She too was already becoming 
annoyed with the endless litany of sexist and sexual comments from my 
cameraman.

	After three days, we were ready to give up. We had to abandon 
the boat and continue by foot, and had now become lost. Rod was 
whining ceaselessly, and I think Christine was about as sick of him 
as I was. Hell! For two cents I would have left him for the wolves. 
That night we camped, and I asked Christine what she knew about this 
female society. 

"Not much. There is no actual accounts as no one has ever seen them 
and returned. Rumours say that they are a perfectly harmonious group, 
who worship a goddess and seek advancement for women." I asked her 
how men figure into their society.

"They don't! Males are considered beneath animals. Expendable and 
used in any way the females see fit." It was quite interesting. I was 
beginning to wish I had brought my exhusband along.

	The next day, we found them. Or rather, they found us. It was 
so hot, as it was mid July. I never thought that the north could get 
so hot, but it was over 30 degrees Celsius, and we had stopped near a 
river to cool ourselves when they appeared.  There were four of them. 
All quite young, and dressed in a scanty outfit of animal hide. I 
thought how much they looked like the women in those ridiculous  
caveman movies from the 50's, but they looked just like them. Each 
was armed with a long sharpened stick, and a knife hung from their 
belts. They were well tanned from living in such direct sunlight, and 
they wore rough moccasins.

	One of them, a tall blonde, stepped toward us. Rod smiled at 
her, and without warning, she drove the base of her stick twice into 
his crotch. Rod groaned, and clutching his smashed balls, fell to the 
ground. Two of the women came forward and roughly cut away his 
clothes. Whatever big sexual plans Rod had, he certainly didn't 
possess the equipment to act them out. I couldn't help but snicker at 
his ridiculously small penis. I glanced at Christine who was also 
smiling. They tied Rod's arms to a long stick and put it above his 
shoulders, much like one of those things used to carry buckets of 
water. One of the women, or girls, as she was probably in her mid 
teens, tied a rough leather lace around Rod's balls and gave it a 
couple of hard yanks, causing him to groan. They stood him up, and 
the tall blonde approached me and Christine.

"You have come looking for us. Come. We will take you to our land." 
The girl with the lace began pulling on it forcing Rod to walk. 
Another girl walked behind him, occasionally jabbing him in the rear 
with her stick. The other two women, Christine and myself walked 
ahead of them.

	In about an hour, we heard a commotion. Ahead, several women 
had been guarding a dozen or so naked men who were chopping wood. One 
of the males had apparently tried to flee, but was easily caught. 
They had him kneel in front of a stump, and his erect penis was laid 
on top. While two women held him down, a third began pounding his 
cock with the blunt side of an axe. The man screamed with every 
strike, and the women were laughing hysterically. Soon the man's 
penis was practically flattened. The woman set down the axe and 
taking a hammer, drove a nail through the head of the man's dick and 
into the stump. The other girls let go of him and took turns kicking 
him in the nuts from behind. He could not get his hands down to 
protect himself, nor could he curl up as his dick was securely nailed 
to the wood. Christine looked flushed and somewhat glassy eyed as she 
asked our escort.

"What will you do to him now?" The woman, who introduced herself as 
Linda, smiled and said.

"We will leave him there. If one of the girls feels like cutting his 
nuts off, she can. But we'll just leave him nailed there by his 
dick."  Christine thought than asked.

"What did he do?"

"He tried to run away. But it doesn't matter. They are male. That's 
reason enough." I asked of her.

"Do you treat all men this way?"

"Some are a little better behaved. Some we keep as breeders, some are 
slaves for a long time. But we do whatever we want with them."

Christine again looked puzzled.

"Why specifically men?"

"Not just men. All males. Boys are no different, and they receive the 
same treatment as the older animals. Boys are usually taken care of 
by the girls of the group though. It lets the younger members learn 
how to hurt males, and what else are we going to do with the little 
boys?

We watched a teenage girl approach the man. She stood on the stump 
facing the man, and raising her rough hewn skirt, she began to 
urinate on the man. She then grabbed the man's head, and placing one 
of her legs over his shoulder, thrust her groin forward burying his 
face into her crotch. The man, still squealing from the pain, 
obediently began licking the girl's pussy. Another woman knelt behind 
the man and roughly inserted a pine cone into his anus. After the 
girl was sexually satisfied, she reached down and stroked the man's 
hard dick. Reaching into a pouch on her belt, the girl scooped out 
some red jelly-like liquid and rubbed it on the man's dick. She then 
bound his hands behind his back and left him. I asked Linda what the 
stuff the girl used was.

"That was berries mixed with an animal scent. It'll make sure that 
some animal finds him." 

Rod protested.

"What? You can't leave him there like that! He'll die of starvation!" 
Linda walked over to him, and grabbing the leather line around his 
nuts, gave it a mighty yank dropping Rod to his knees.

"Shut up! He will not die of starvation. He will personally see that 
some poor, hungry animals don't go hungry."

"What are you saying?" Christine asked.

"Well, my guess is that within a few hours, a wolf or fox will come 
along and eat him. I'd love to stay and watch to see if the animal 
starts it's meal between his legs. There is nothing more entertaining 
than watching an animal eat the cock and balls right from between the 
guys legs!"

The women ordered the other men to move to another part of the 
forest, and we continued on, leaving the man with his dick nailed to 
the stump, and a pine cone up his ass, waiting to be eaten by the 
forest animals. Part of me was repulsed, but I was also aware of the 
dampness in my panties.

	After walking another 15 minutes, we came upon a clearing 
where girls were supervising several boys working in a garden. The 
girls were young, ranging in age from about 18 to as young as 13. The 
boys were adolescent, and of course were all naked. One of the girls 
yelled, and I looked"over to see her standing over a young boy who 
had fallen onto the ground. A basket of carrots lay spilled at his 
feet. The girl, who I guessed was about 15 with beautiful brown hair, 
took a long sapling branch and violently whipped the boy's crotch, 
cutting open his penis. 

"That's the second time today you've dropped a load boy! You're going 
to be taught a lesson!" She called two other girls over, and they 
each grabbed one of his legs and pulled them apart. The girl, who 
Linda identified as Sarah, began viciously kicking the boy in the 
nuts. He wailed and cried, but the louder he protested, the more 
brutal the kicks. After his nuts had taken over a dozen kicks, Sarah 
crouched down between his legs. She reached under her skirt and began 
fingering herself.

"I've had it with you boy! You're always dropping stuff or causing 
trouble. Time to fix that." She took hold of the boy's dick and began 
fondling it until it was hard.

"You like when I rub your dink don't you boy? Let's see if you like 
this." She withdrew the knife from her belt and very slowly began to 
saw just under the head of his little dick. The boy screamed and the 
girls laughed. Sarah took the piece of the boy's dick and put it in 
her pouch.

"I'll take this and give it to my cat as a treat. She likes little 
boys dinks!" Going to a nearby firepit, Sarah took one of the burning 
sticks and brought it over. She pressed the hot end against the 
bleeding end of the boys dick and he screamed again, but it stopped 
bleeding.

"Next time boy, I'll cut off all of your dink, and your nuts too. 
Then I'll feed you to the fox who lives near the river! Now behave!" 
They let the boy rest as we carried on toward the settlement.

It was like nothing I had ever seen before. Everywhere I looked, 
there were naked males of all ages being enslaved and controlled by 
females. Carrying water, preparing food and repairing the buildings. 
Linda explained, that all physical labour and dangerous tasks were 
done by the males. If a male was injured while working, it was no 
loss and medical treatment was never applied. She told us of an 
incident where a man had been in the barn milking one of their cows, 
when it knocked him to the ground, and stepped on his leg. The man 
could not get up, and the women and girls watched as the cow 
repeatedly stepped on the man. She noted with particular enthusiasm, 
that the cow stepped down on the man's crotch, squashing his genitals 
completely. Apparently, the cow became uncomfortable, and lay down on 
the man, trapping him and eventually crushing him. She said how 
several women and older girls had great orgasms at the sight of that.

We soon arrived at a cabin, and Linda led us in.

"You two get some rest and I will come back for you in a few hours. 
You have arrived at a very special time."

"What are you going to do with Rod?" I asked.

"He will be prepared for his role in tomorrow's celebration. Get some 
rest now, and I will answer all your questions over dinner." With 
that she left.

Christine looked at me and said.

"What do you think they are going to do to him?"

"I don't know, but considering how they treated those other guys we 
saw, he probably won't enjoy it. You know, I hate to admit it, but I 
actually found the way they treated those guys to be sort of . . . 
exciting." Christine looked at me, then slowly smiled.

"Oh! I thought it was only me! When they nailed that guys cock to the 
tree stump, I thought I was going to cum right there."

"I did cum when I heard they were going to leave him there so some 
animal could eat him. Can you imagine watching a guy get his cock 
chewed off!" I said.

"I know. I never thought of these things, but I am very intrigued, 
and a little horny now too! Even when I saw Sarah slice the end of 
that little boys dink off I was dripping wet. I've never been a fan 
of males, but I could really get used to the feeling of female power 
around here." 

I could tell that Christine was getting hot just talking about what 
we had seen so far, and she was not alone. I leaned over and kissed 
her full on the lips and pressed my hand between her legs. She 
groaned and thrust her tongue into my mouth and began rubbing my 
mound through my jeans. Soon, we were naked and pleasuring each 
other's pussies with our tongues.

We were interrupted by a commotion outside. We ran to the window in 
time to see a teenage boy being dragged by his arms across the 
clearing by two young women. A group of little girls followed close 
behind. Occasionally, one of the little girls would run forward and 
kick the boy between the legs much to the obvious delight of her 
friends. The boy was tied to the ground with his legs spread wide 
apart. When he was firmly secured, one of the women said.

"Okay girls. You may begin." With that, the girls lined up and took 
turns kicking the boys nuts. With each groan or scream the boy made, 
the girls giggled gleefully and the women smiled.

I dipped my hand to my pussy and began flicking my clit. Christine 
looked at me and said,

"Come on! I gotta cum!" 

For the next hour, we licked and sucked each others sex, bringing 
each other to orgasm after orgasm. Our pleasure peaked by the screams 
of the boy and the giggles of the girls as they kicked the boys balls 
into mush.