A Captive to the Island of Naked Women
Tom Raimbault
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A Captive to the Island of Naked Women
There's a certain period in a man's life, a time between youth and middle-age, when he is aware that he can no longer be considered a young man. But he feels young, and everything is in perfect biological functioning. As proof and testament to days which remain that of a young man, one will become obsessed with the pursuit of women and boast of the desire and ability to meet the needs of multiple female companions. An old man, after all, could not do this!
Perhaps you conclude that the above statement is false, especially if you’ve never heard a man in this stage speak of these things. But most keep their quest private; and it's often in factories, warehouses, construction sites or pubs where these amazing abilities are discussed.
It was at a bar & grill, in the late afternoon hours, where a man in his early 30s had proudly boasted of his ability to take on a small group of women at a distant table to another man who appeared considerably older than him.
"You think so, huh? You think it would be great?" The older-looking man took a reserved gulp from his beer and set the glass down before continuing to speak to the younger. "I bet you think I'm at least 20 years older than you. But I assure you, I'm much younger than I appear. And I used to be just like you; thinking I was man enough to take on any woman, whenever, wherever. And just like you, I imagined myself satisfying multiple women; how great it would be to spend a weekend with a half-dozen!
Well opportunity came knocking at my door the day I found myself shipwrecked on a remote island, somewhere near South America. Thinking about what I needed to survive my new existence while waiting to be rescued, I suddenly heard noises. It was rustling in the jungle-forest, some distance behind me. Startled, I thought it was a wild animal that I would be unable to defend myself from. But soon, an unbelievable sight emerged from the trees. It was a fine, young woman in all her natural beauty; completely naked and appearing too innocent to understand that she was without clothing.
She approached me out of curiosity and spoke, "I've never seen someone like you before. From where did you come?"
I pointed to the remains of my ship and informed her of my misfortune. Under normal circumstances, I would have taken the woman right then and there. But in the greater interest of survival, I assumed she had a wealth of knowledge pertaining to the island, and possibly belonged to a small tribe that could help me.
Sure enough, the young woman hinted to my suspicions. "My name is Shelia. I should take you back to the city where Queen Liza rules." And on that short statement, she walked back in to the jungle-forest, expecting me to follow.
What could I do? It would be pointless to remain on shore, struggling to survive on my own. The jungle-forest may have been riddled with wild tigers, lions, gorillas and poisonous snakes. But I had to put my trust in Shelia as she would escort me back to what she described as a city. My entire following, I admired the sight of her bare back and exposed buttocks. She wore nothing, not so much as shoes or sandals to trek through the dangerous jungle. But it was best to remain a passive refugee as Shelia was my means of survival.
After what I would estimate as approximately 30 minutes of hiking, we came to a clearing of the jungle-forest which opened up to about a half-mile of open space. And in that half-mile that was void of trees, an elaborate city with buildings constructed of the very clay and stone from the ground existed. It resembled a modern-day Incan or Mayan city, ancient in construction, but well kept and maintained. The inhabitants labored and went about their daily affairs, completely naked and without shame of their lack of clothing. As we drew closer to the city, I soon realized that the occupants were all women. I had discovered an unheard of population of beautiful, naked women who resided in an elaborate city off some remote jungle island. At that very moment, I had died and gone to Heaven!
And the population immediately took interest in me. As Shelia escorted me through the main road and up to the palace, countless women dropped what they were doing and followed. The excitement and chattering drew the attention of the female guards who stood outside the palace. A large wall had been lowered which exposed the interior of the building they protected. Inside sat a well decorated woman, surrounded by a council of others. To mark their distinction as the ruling class, subtle paint had been applied near their eyes. It gave them the appearance of human-tigresses or some other aggressive feline.
The decorated woman at the center motioned for Shelia to continue forward. And then we stopped some several feet before the council. This was the place from where Queen Liza ruled. The chattering and excitement throughout the city quelled as the population of women listened with desperate attentiveness.
Shelia spoke in ever-deep love, respect and submission to the ruler. "Forgive me Queen Liza, but I found this creature on the other side of the forest. She claims to have traveled in a vessel through the sea, but the vessel was destroyed. She has hair on her face and is covered in wet, dirty cloth. I've never seen the likes of such a creature before. What should we do with her?"
At that moment, I realized no one in the city had ever seen a man! Why else would I be referred to as a "she"? But they would soon find out—I imagined—the very purpose of a man. This was the greatest day ever!
Queen Liza knew what I was. She approached and announced for all the women in the land to hear, "This creature is a man!" The announcement drew stirrings among the population. "And the filthy cloth that covers his body is called, clothes! It is a violation in our land to cover the body!"
One of the council women tossed a large blade that was concealed in a sheath to Queen Liza. Queen Liza withdrew the blade. My clothes were quickly cut open and torn from my body, until I was completely naked like the population in that city.
"Behold! See for your own eyes what a man is!" I was spun 180 degrees so that my humanity shone in front of the curious crowd of naked women.
Those that were nearby drew closer. "Look, she's different than we are! She has something different."
The sight of delicate, naked bodies; breasts that jiggled; exposed thighs and other often shrouded treasures caused excitement in me. Their curiosities and need to come closer, further affected me in such a way, that the very object which distinguished me from them began to change and grow before their very eyes.
"Look! It's changing! It's the oddest thing I've ever seen!"
Queen Liza looked appalled. "And so it was written in the Book of Laws, the man who comes shall be locked high in the tower!" She pointed some distance to our right where I saw a large, stone tower that rose higher than the very palace of Queen Liza, and nearly a quarter of the height of the small mountain that overshadowed the city.
Out of nowhere, my arms and waist were bounded by thick ropes—three of them to be exact. Two long ropes restrained my arms, and a long rope was tied around my waist. I struggled against the women who arrested me, but with 6 on the ends of each long rope, my resistance was useless.
I glanced sadly at Shelia, who had betrayed my trust. But I was soon dragged down the stairs, out into the city where curious women beat me and to the entrance of the high tower. Pulled up some several hundred feet of stairs, my shins and knees were scraped; and my upper body was welted and bruised from the beatings. I was very glad to be thrown into the jailed room where I was finally untied and left alone.
Thinking initially that the room would be a crude, holding area; I was surprised to find that outside of the thick, wooden jail bars that blocked the exit, my new living quarters resembled an exotic, luxurious hotel room. The stone-walls, ceiling and floors were highlighted with carefully, engraved symbols that—I assumed—was the motif of this strange land. A large window with wooden bars exposed the outside on the two, side walls. A walkout balcony that was secured with wooden bars on the outside was at the middle of the far wall, granting an overlook of the city and palace. The warm, coastal air blew in the room; but I had to wonder what I would do during storms.
Every amenity that one would expect to find in a luxury suite was available to include oversized furniture; TV with satellite dish; king-sized bed; kitchen with refrigerator, food and oven range; Jacuzzi tub and a crude collection of exercise equipment. For a prisoner, it looked as though I was to be treated well. There was even a bar with a large collection of high quality booze and wine. But despite these items of comfort, I was overwhelmed with tiredness. The storm out at sea, the shipwreck and my ordeal in this new land had imposed feelings of weary and exhaustion. I opted to lie on the bed where I quickly fell asleep.
It must have been in the evening hours; I awoke and could hear a massive assembly out in the city. Stepping outside onto the balcony, a large meeting at the palace with all the women of the city could be seen. Of course it was led by Queen Liza. I assumed the very purpose of the meeting centered on my sudden existence. Unfortunately, the ocean waves and coastal wind made her words unintelligible from where I stood. The only thing recognized was her mention of the so-called Book of Laws. Then Queen Liza walked back into her palace where she appeared to be discussing things with her council. Suddenly, my presence on the balcony was noticed by the queen. She stood up and glared at me from a distance; the other women of the council did the same.
This was insane; completely unreal! Why such anger and hostility? Why such ill-treatment of a rare creature now part of their world? If anything, I could help them build the population of their city; a thought that made me wonder, "Where are the men who helped create this society of naked women"? I went back inside my room and to the bar; where I cracked open a 5th of gin. It was the only thing that could maintain my sanity at the moment.
The following morning, I was awoken by an ebony goddess who identified herself as a messenger of Queen Liza. According to her, the order in which the women of the city would have their encounters with me was decided. I was expected to bathe and groom myself; and if I didn't feel it necessary to cooperate, the guards would enter my room and force me to bathe. I reassured the messenger that I would eat breakfast, bathe and prepare for my first visitor. I wasn't a man of stink and dirt. I was civilized and enjoyed the existence of cleanliness.
The messenger's announcement generated two thoughts for me while bathing that morning. First, the very fact that she had ebony features made me notice that there was a wide range of women in that city. There were white, Hispanic, Asian, black; various colors of hair and eyes, different body types and seemingly different personalities. It would lead one to conclude that this was a collection of women from different parts of the globe, not specific to one area. And then there was the knowledge of a decided order for encounters with me. Was I to meet with every woman in this strange city? And once the encounters were over, what would happen to me?
Cleaned, groomed and ready for my first visitor, I waited for quite some time. Finally, some slow, monotonous kettle-drumming could be heard at the palace below. I dashed outside to the balcony where a large crowd of women surrounded Queen Liza and a young woman with long, red hair. She was given a cup with what appeared to be a hot liquid, perhaps a tea made from some of the jungle plants in the region. The young woman was ordered to finish the drink and then was escorted to the tower and up the flight of stairs.
The wooden bars were unlocked and in stepped the young, beautiful red head with delicate, fair skin. Her green eyes gazed at the ground as if frightened. I took pity on her as the guards locked the wooden bars and ran down the stairs of the tower, softly giggling.
I spoke to her, "And what's your name?" Perhaps it was best to put the young woman at ease.
"Lina."
"Why did you come to see me, Lina?"
"Because it was written…"
"Written? You should see me because it was written?"
Lina explained, "In the Book of Laws it is written that each woman should encounter the man on the day he arrives." Suddenly, her mannerisms began to change. She appeared bolder, but still cautious as her eyes lifted and studied me directly. From the looks of it, the drink given to her at the palace was some mixture of medicinal herbs, given to intensify wants and desires. And in a childish curiosity, she examined from a distance, the very thing which made me different from her.
It all came clear to me. Lina was a woman who never grew up having Freudian experiences, in particular, the ones pertaining to male curiosity and envy.
I spoke out to her, "You've never seen a man naked before, have you?"
"I've never seen a man before..."