The Amazons of Georgian Bay

copyright Justin Zane 2001

It seems that no matter how hard I try I cannot purge the memory of that bizarre weekend from my mind. Two years have passed since then, yet the images are as clear as if it was the weekend just past. They are so complete, so fully intact. The sights, the sounds, the physical sensations, everything is still there. Perhaps by telling you about it, it's grip on me will weaken. Maybe by sharing it with you will diminish the effect the memories have on me.

It was the last weekend of my vacation, and I had decided to hike and camp in the parkland just off of Georgian Bay. In late July the weather was quite hot, and the humidity was rather high. After four hours of hiking, instead of a tent, sleeping bag, and change of clothes, the knapsack on my back felt as if it was full of bricks. So, you can imagine the relief I felt when I came upon the river. The slow moving waterway beckoned to me the moment I first laid eyes upon it. Leaving the beaten trail, I headed several hundred yards upstream, rounding a bend in the river that I figured would afford me privacy. Though I had not encountered anyone else on my sojourn, I wanted to make sure I had total solitude when I went skinny dipping. I mean, Hell, why not? When out in the natural world, why not go au naturel? Finally secure that no one hiking along the pathway could see me, I removed my burdensome knapsack and set it on the ground. Less than two minutes later, my clothes had joined it. Completely nude, I slowly entered the flowing water. To this day I find myself wishing that I had kept my underwear on, things might have been so different.

However, I did doff my briefs. Moving into the bracing waters, I felt my balls draw up close to my body as I maneuvered deeper. Nonetheless, it was quite refreshing, and soothing to my aching leg muscles. All those long hours sitting at the computer terminal clearly showed, though only twenty-seven, my thighs felt like they were fifty. Gradually the tension flowed from them as I walked towards the middle of the river. The water proved not to be too deep, only coming up to my navel. The width of the flowing water was about twenty feet from shore to shore, the high banks indicating the age of the stream. Trees lined both sides, ensuring my privacy. It felt deliciously wicked to swim about without a stitch on. I wondered how many others had skinny dipped in this spot before, over the years.

I had been in the water for about ten minutes when the serene silence was broken. Upstream, around a bend, came the sounds of laughter. Quickly, I looked around me and didn't see anybody. As quietly as I could, I crossed over to the far shore and worked my way up towards the turn. When I reached it I crawled up to the top and peeked over. I couldn't believe what I saw further along the river. It seemed that I wasn't the only one to answer the siren call of nature. Three females were frolicking in the water, each of them as naked as myself. Two blondes and a brunette, a nubile trio, if I'd ever seen one. They looked like they were in their late teens, or early twenties. I had never seen three women nude at the same time before; I was transfixed, my own nudity momentarily forgotten. It was like going to a hundred course buffet, I didn't know where to look with this veritable feast of female flesh.

Threes sets of bare breasts, three unclothed, tight, asses to peruse. While one of the blonde's tits were on the small side, the other one had one of the largest sets I had ever seen. Her boobs jiggled and danced about as she playfully splashed the brunette. While the hair on her head was blonde, the large bush at her cunt was black, standing out against the pale flesh of her untanned groin.

After a couple of minutes of looking at the undressed trio, I wasn't at all surprised to feel the blood engorge my penis. At first it felt embarrassing to get a hard-on out here in the open, a quick look behind me let me know no one was watching me, at least, nobody I could see. Certain that no one was observing, I lowered my right hand to my groin. I turned back to the girls. Slowly, I stroked myself as I watched them play in the water, their naked boobs bouncing around. This was certainly a first, masturbating while gazing at three unclothed babes. I found that I couldn't help myself as my hand played up and down my hard cock, my eyes fixed on the three naked females; the urge dominated me. It felt so totally sinful sliding my hand along the length of my erect penis as I observed the triad of undressed females, especially in the open like this, where anybody could walk by and watch. That is precisely what makes the forbidden so powerful. I understood the rush a peeping tom must feel. My penis had never felt so sensitive, the stroking hand so wonderful.

Then, in the blink of an eye it was over.

My hand froze in mid-stroke as four more girls stepped out of the trees by the trio. It wasn't simply the appearance of the newcomers that had rooted my hand in place, but rather the items they were carrying. Plaid shirt, blue jeans, hiking boots, and knapsack; in short, everything I had left back on shore. The damn girls had all of my belonging! I was trapped, and bare naked to boot. As my situation dawned on me, I watched the trio in the water scamper up on shore and quickly get dressed. Within minutes I was the only nude person left. Though I could not make out what they were saying as the girls talked amongst themselves, I quickly understood, as the one holding my boots pointed over to were I was crouched down along the bank. That is when it hit me, that not only had they scooped my clothes, but the newcomers had actually seen my nude body. At the same time, I realized my hand was still tightly gripped around the shaft of my erection; I wondered just how much the girls had actually seen. Had they giggled amongst themselves as they clandestinely watched me masturbate? The idea shocked the Hell out of me.

Fear and panic joined my embarrassment as the group of females began to move down shore in my direction. I looked around me for somewhere to hide. There weren't many options. If I climbed up on shore, to hide in the bush, they would surely see me. Moving back into the depths of the river would similarly expose me to their young eyes. In the end panic froze me in place, standing on the bank when they reached the point on the opposite side of the river. Even though I had managed to cover my cock and balls with my hands, I had never in my life felt so naked, so exposed, as I mutely stared at the seven smiling faces. None of the girls seem embarrassed that I had seen them with no clothes. But then why should they, for now they were dressed and I was not. I felt like a deer trapped by the headlights of an approaching semi.

The buxom blonde that I had been ogling minutes earlier waved to me, " Hey buddy, nice day for a dip. We can all see you're dressed for it. Lookin' good if I do say so myself. As you can see, we have your clothes. So, if you want them, you'll have to come over here and get 'em."

Her friends giggled. The skin on my scrotum shriveled. It was certainly a worst case scenario. They had me and they clearly knew it. There was no way I could make it back to my car dressed like this. In fact, that was not even an option, for my car keys were in the pants a petite, cute redhead was holding. I had no choice, but to cross the river to their side. Reluctantly, I nodded my head and moved down the bank into the water.

All their eyes remained locked on me as I closed the distance between us. My hands stayed over my groin as I crossed the river. Reaching the other side, gazing up at their triumphant faces, I realized that I had a dilemma on my hands. In fact, my hands were my problem. In order to climb up the steep bank, I would need to use my hands. Doing so would leave my genitals uncovered, open to the women I was moving to join. Again, it didn't take me long to realize that there wasn't really any option. I looked up at the seven expectant, knowing faces looking down at me.

My embarrassment grew as I removed my hands from my sex and climbed up the riverbank, my cock and scrotum completely exposed to the girls above. Making matters worse was the fact that I was still hard. They got to watch my erection sway back and forth as I climbed closer to them. Their amused expressions let me know they enjoyed what they were seeing. On a couple of faces was a look of bewilderment, their expression of seeing a fully naked male for the first time.

Regardless, their eyes stayed locked on my bared cock, wobbling back and forth in time. Though I would say I'm average size, my dick felt like it was two feet long, I was so conscious of it. I stumbled badly as I climbed ashore, eliciting a round of derisive laughter. Straightening up, I returned my hands to my groin. A futile gesture, for they had already seen everything there was to see. Still, it seemed the proper thing to do when standing bare ass naked in the presence of so many females. As they formed a loose circle around me I realized that with both my hands in front, my butt was completely uncovered.

From behind me, one of the girls tittered, " Hey, Shauna, you should see this. The guy even has hair growing on his ass."

The slender brunette standing directly in front of me smiled and, looking me straight in the eye, asked, " So what's your name hairy bum? Or, is that what we should call you, Harry Bum?"

I waited for the laughter to die down before answering. In a shockingly subdued voice, I answered, " Justin. Justin Crane. And now may I have my clothes back?"

The girl before me crossed her arms and stepped closer, " Well Mr. Justin Crane, I think you have a bit of a problem. Running around naked where innocent girls like ourselves can see you is a definite no-no."

" Hey, I'm sorry," I blurted out, " I thought I was alone. I didn't think anyone would see me."

The slim blonde that had been in the water spoke up, " Ya, ya, we're supposed to believe that. You knew you weren't alone, after all, we caught you spying on us didn't we?"

I could only mutely nod, for she was right.

" Not only was he spying on you Brenda, he was jacking off as he watched. We saw him playing with his cock. This perverts cock was big and hard as we watched him stroking it," Said the one with my shoes.

I felt a blush of embarrassment come to my cheeks, as my situation dawned on me. Now I knew that they had seen everything. I would never have jerked myself off in front of a group of girls, yet, that is precisely what I had unwittingly done. No way I could argue, they had me dead to rights. What court would take my word over that of seven fresh looking young women. And they knew this.

The brunette spoke again, " Like I said Justin, it appears we have a bit of a problem here. Being nude in a public place, and masturbating in front of girls, pretty heavy stuff. I think we should let Karen figure out what to do with you."

I looked around at the group of women surrounding me, feeling self-conscious of my nudity. I asked, " So, which one is Karen?"

Brenda grinned at me, " Oh, Karen's not here, she is back at camp. We'll have to take you back with us to see her. It will be interesting to see what punishment she comes up with."

" Uh, okay I guess, " I stammered, " What about my clothes?"

Her grin grew, " I think we'll hang on to them for safe keeping. That way you'll be less likely to run off."

I stared at her with utter disbelief, " You can't be serious. You expect me to go with you dressed like this? I can't go walking around with nothing on. There's no way I'm going with you like this!"

Brenda nodded, " Ya, you're right, we can’t have you going back like this. Susan, give me his belt. Meanwhile, the rest of you girls get his hands behind his back."

Before I even had a chance to react, two sets of hands firmly clamped onto each of my forearms. I struggled but found myself simply outnumbered. My sex was bared as my hands were pulled apart, and my arms forced around behind me. Then they turned me around so that my back was to Brenda. To my dismay, she proceeded to bind my wrists together using my own belt. When she was finished, my arms were released, and the women crowded around in front of me. Never in my life had I felt so humiliated, having to stand there completely exposed, unable to cover myself from their frank looks. I was totally helpless as seven sets of curious eyes studied my bare penis, and scrotum.

Quickly I found out just how defenseless I really was as the shortest of the group reached forward and gripped the head of my cock. I stepped back, freeing myself from her. However, with my hands tied, I could not fend her off as she moved closer to me. This time she made sure I couldn't get away by wrapping both her hands around my swollen shaft. She softly snickered and started to back up towards her friends. Meekly I followed as she pulled me forward.

Brenda placed her right hand between my legs and took hold of my dangling testicles. She smiled as she started to squeeze, " Now, isn't this better? So nice of you to share your family jewels with us. Don't you think it's so nice of our new friend of share his boy toys with us?"

Around me the others laughed and clapped. The brunette grinned at me with a playful look in her blue eyes. She released my balls and, withdrawing her hand, inquired, " Anybody else want to cop a feel" Don't worry he won't stop you."

In an instant I felt like a wheat field besieged by a plague of locust, as numerous curious hands were set upon my body. And, like a field of grain, I was unable to defend myself against the onslaught. The eager female fingers seemingly explored every area of my naked anatomy, concentrating on my groin and backside. I was fondled, pinched, stroked, slapped, squeezed, and tugged on.

While my erect penis and swaying scrotum received the most attention, my greatest degradation came from the examination of my ass. Behind me, one of the girls lifted my belted wrists into the air, to make room for two of her friends. Each one crouched down and, gripping a buttock, pulled apart the cheeks of my ass as wide as they could. I had never felt so helplessly exposed as I felt a sharp nail press into the spread opening of my rectum. But she didn't stop there, the little vixen, oh no, she had to increase the humiliation while her friends egged her on.

I painfully groaned as she slowly forced her finger up into my virgin anus. The agony was magnified by the manner it was being administered, and the fact there was an audience of smiling, laughing females. I attempted to move forward to escape the probing digit, but was blocked by the girl kneeling right in front of me. Looking down, I was shocked to find an attractive oriental girl, with shortly cropped black hair.

Surely no more than seventeen, she seemed far too young to be on her knees, before a nude man ten years her senior, a large grin on her face as she massaged his testicles. Yet that was precisely what she was doing, and obviously enjoying the view of my anal penetration she was afforded between my parted thighs. Her eyes twinkled with wicked delight as one of her friends reached over her shoulder and started to stroke the swollen shaft mere inches from her beaming face.

She, and those around her, seemed to get a kick out of the perversity of the situation, it appeared so natural to them. The thought frightened me as much as my helplessness. They had all the power, and damn well knew it. The scrotum the young woman was squeezing now belonged to her as much as it did me. As did my penis and the rest of my body. To her, and all those around me. Indeed, I was their boy toy.

Unfortunately, this dominance extended to all the females. The next woman to reach over and wiggle my wang was someone I would never have imagined a sexual encounter with. Shorter, and younger than me, she was at least twenty pounds heavier than myself. Her mammoth mammaries moved like mounds of molten magma as she rapidly stroked by still bloated cock. Never in my strangest of fantasies would I have dreamed of a girl like her fondling me in such a public display; her backside was as prodigious as her large boobs. I would never have laid down naked with her, yet here I was forced to stand, fully unclothed before her. Her radiant expression informed me this was not a common occurrence for her.

I found myself wondering if she was still a virgin, the probability was quite high; not that she was unattractive, it was just that there was so much of her. There was little doubt that mine was one of the first penises she had handled, I could see it in the joy in her eyes. I could imagine the sense of sheer power she felt handling a male's genitals in the presence of her friends. She appeared as spaced as I felt, though for a totally different reason.

For her there was unencumbered enjoyment, for me, there was equally unknown embarrassment. Not only was she enjoying caressing my cock, her hard nipples pressing at the fabric of her t-shirt served to show her arousal. I was oddly embarrassed by this display of her pleasure. To me it seemed bizarre that a woman could get turned on watching a man get his ass reamed. Though she pouted, I was relieved as Brenda spoke again.

" I'm afraid you'll have to let go of that pecker of his Cindy. We'd better head back to camp before Karen sends out a search party for us. I don't think any of us girls want to get into her bad books. Fact is, I want to see what she intends on doing with our prisoner here, " She said.

Though the brunette's words offered me no comfort, at least I was afforded some as the finger in my anus was agonizingly, slowly, withdrawn. I saw the reluctance in Cindy's eyes as she slid her hand off my erection, sliding her fingertips across it's smooth head. The way they lingered told me she wanted more, and I realized there would be no way for me to stop her. Not her, nor any of her friends. It humbled me to realize that my ass was just as unprotected, just as available to them. I also knew that without my clothes, trussed up like this, I was not going to try and make a break for it. Where my clothes went, I would follow; at least until I managed to get them back. For this reason I allowed myself to be lead away. And, I don't just mean figuratively, one of the young women gripped my penis and pulled me along behind her. I followed along without protest, silently praying no one would see us. I felt completely foolish walking naked amongst all these fully dressed women. Mercifully, as I said earlier, the weather was sunny and warm, the kind to be walking around in the altogether.

But it seemed that only the weather would be charitable that twisted afternoon. My imprisoned body was not left alone as we walked along the well traveled pathway. While the trio leading the way alternated, pulling me forward by my cock, their friends behind me were taking turns on my posterior. When they first made contact with my buttocks I yelped more out of surprise and shock than pain. Every time I cried out after that though, was due to the torment they were inflicting on my bare backside. You see, one of the girls following me had found a long, supple, thin branch that they took turns using to attack my butt. While I've never subscribed to the macho mystique, until that afternoon I certainly would never have referred to my gluteus maximus as tender. It took four women, younger than myself to teach me such was the case. And, let me tell you, they proved to be good teachers. In fact, the queerest of images popped up in my confused mind.

I imagined myself standing at the front of a classroom full of my peers. It seemed strange that all of my classmates were female, but not totally surprising given my circumstances. Not only was I the only male, I was also the only one without any clothes, all I wore was the shame on my face. Besides clothes, the thirty or so girls facing me were all wearing a smile. Their eyes were bright as they perused my naked form, all of them sooner or later converging on my uncovered groin. The strangest part of all was that my hands were not bound behind my back; both my wrists rested atop my hips.

My erect penis projected out from my body towards the fawning faces, unprotected by the hands that limply hung at my side. The reason for my submissive stance was due to the darkly clad woman standing behind me. And the object that languidly dangled from her right hand. It was a cat-o-nine tails, the kind of thing one would expect to find on the walls of an ancient dungeon, not in a classroom. Goose bumps popped up all over my bare flesh as I studied the vicious looking tendrils of dark leather. Turning back to the girls at their desks I clearly saw their naked anticipation. They were all looking forward to seeing the older woman apply the whip. So, when the woman in charge ordered me to drape myself across the desk, I was happy to do so, not having to face the rest of the class.

This position put me in profile to the seated females, my ass visible to the others, at the same time presenting a perfect target to the one wielding the wicked whip. However, my revealing stance was not quite to the teacher's liking. She moved into position along my right hip and, placing a hand on each of my inner thighs, forced apart my legs. When my legs were spread to her satisfaction, she pressed one of her hands further between them and gripped my dangling scrotum.

A loud cheer went up from the watching girls as she yanked hard on it, pulling it back towards her. Desperately, I clutched at the edges of the desk as she pulled on my balls, trying to keep her from sliding me right off the top. The pain in my trapped nuts proved to be stronger than my arms. I literally tip toed backwards, following her lead.

She didn't release me until only my upper chest lay atop the desktop with the rest of my body in the air.

My freed balls dropped back to their natural position below my cock. Even as they were still bobbing about, the reason for this latest position became quickly apparent. My nude body resembling an L-bracket, I was completely on display to the thirty sets of watching eyes. It was humiliating enough to have my bare ass sticking up in the air the way it was but, bent over like this, away from the desk, I also knew that my penis and balls were also clearly visible. Keeping my face pressed to the desktop at least I was able to hide my shame at my body being so openly displayed.

I was not allowed to dwell on my shame for long. It was pushed from my mind by pain, as the teacher started to apply the whip. She didn't hold anything back, laying the strokes on heavy, and fast. It felt like she was driving nails into the flesh of my taut ass. I valiantly fought the urge to snap my hands back and over my buttocks to shield them from any further assault.

By the seventh stroke I was dancing around and openly sobbing, not really caring about who was watching. The sound of laughter mixed in with that of leather crashing against flesh. I really didn't know which hurt more, the whip, or the knowledge I was putting on a show for the benefit of the roomful of girls.

My cock was bouncing around like an insane compass needle, much to the delight of my audience. I don't think that I had ever been so conscious of it before. As it bounced about I was startled to realize that my penis was still totally erect. This, in spite of the fact that on several occasions the woman administering my punishment snapped the whip up beneath my belly, striking my balls and my swollen cock. I was still hard in spite of the pain being inflicted on my genitals, an agony I had never previously known.

You know, it's strange, it was only a fantasy but it was so complete. The humiliation seemed as real as the pain. It didn't stop at just the whipping, oh no, my mind carried it further. The woman wielding the whip stopped, and ordered me to stand straight and face the class.

"Okay plebe," She said, "Stroke that weenie of yours and let the girls see what you're made of."

Without hesitation I straightened up and turned to face a roomful of grinning female faces, my erection jutting out towards them. As they watched, I lowered my right hand to my groin. Never had I felt so self- conscious as the fingers of my hand wrapped themselves around my hard penis. It had been one thing to stand naked before all these girls, but it was far more humiliating to do so with my cock in hand. I had never masturbated in front of a woman before, and now I was expected to do so before a definitely interested audience. All eyes were zeroed in on my dick and hand, just waiting for me to start stroking.

That was where my fantasy was thankfully interrupted by the girl walking behind me with the stick. The little vixen had swiftly snapped it up between my legs, savagely striking my scrotum. My scream of anguish scared a couple of jays out of a tree. The girls around me laughed as I danced about like a fool. One of the ones leading the way reached back and grabbed a hold of my swaying dick, bringing me back into line. Mutely I followed the blonde with the pixie cut as she lead me along the pathway.

That is how I was guided into camp, a female leading me by my dick, my body totally exposed. When I caught sight of the camp, if I had estimated any chance of success I would have made a break for it. But there was no way I would have been able to outrun fifty girls, certainly not with my hands bound behind my back. Thus I was guided naked into their midst without protest. It seemed that word of my presence spread like the wind. From every point in the large encampment, girls ran squealing in my direction. In a matter of minutes, my unclothed body was completely surrounded by laughing, pointing females. All eager to get a closer look at what was being lead into their midst.

Never had I ever dreamed of being a male stripper, yet here I was, walking completely naked amongst a large group of feminine strangers. I could look at the numerous bodies around me imagining what their clothing hid, but they needed no imagination; for them everything was fully on display. At least a stripper could cover himself up if he felt it necessary, alas, I did not have that option, my erection freely swung about as the girls gathered around me. Never in my life had I felt so completely naked. I could understand the powerlessness a prisoner felt for, quite frankly, that was precisely what I was, their prisoner. Escape was out of the question.

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