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THE MALE AMAZON By c.c. - LOG ENTRY: 6/23/ 0800 -- Left Unnamed Islet #34. Natives friendly. Easy traders.. Language difficult but passable. Island Artifacts unrelated to Vase. Fuel OK. Supplies plentiful. Instruments fine. Port-side landing float slightlydented. Enroute Islet #38. I banked the little sea-plane away from the Sun and wondered how much time I had left. Probably plenty. Diana Hunt would've discovered by now that I copied the inscriptions on that ancient vase. Okay, but given her limited resources, it'd take her at least a month to mount an expedition of her own. And she'd be travelling, if at all, by sail. So with my self-financing, my seaplane, and any luck at all, l should the first to discover the mythical Isle of the. Amazons! Well, maybe I'd have to share credit with Diana somewhere down the line. After all, it was she who discovered the old Vase, scraped away the centuries of sea-scum, and tortured through the forgotten mariners' dialect till she found the hint that somewhere in this hundred-square-mile area of mostly uncharted islets in the South Seas, there actually was -- at one time, anyway a tropical Island populated by nothing but female warriors! Yeah, she did all the initial work, all right, but it's expensive and time-consuming hopping from Island to Island, and when she had trouble getting funding for her expedition, she naturally came to wealthy, adventurous me: Nathan David ("N.D.") Jones! Only we couldn't get together on who would head up the actual expedition, so the idea of a joint venture fell through. But then I figured if Miss High-and-Mighty-Hunt couldn't mount an expedition herself--at least not very--soon well, just too bad for her; she really shouldn't have left her notes out where I could copy them! I located the speck on the horizon that might be Islet #38 and thought to myself that if my luck held out, I would be the one remembered in all the Anthropology books, and Diana Hunt would be remembered, if at all, in an obscure footnote. Those are the breaks. LOG ENTRY: 6/24 Located Islet #38 in high wind. Set down OK; Damaged Port-side landing pontoon made approach difficult by sea. Some additional damage: Will reconnoiter Islet, then assess. LOG ENTRY: 6/30 Wildest hopes confirmed! This islet is not only, the Source of all those myths about the Amazons of Legend, but also their Present Home!! YES!!! Amazons still live, their culture miraculously preserved after all these centuries! Will try to record salient notes: NATIVE PEOPLES (1) Completely Female. (A) As yet unable to determine how procreation is accomplished. (2) Society divided into: (A) DOMINANTS -- Amazons! Tall, well-developed, muscular. Skin copper- hued; slightly Asiatic cast to features, but much larger than typical Asiatic: Average height well over 6'. Skin free of blemishes. In short, these are lovely women! (1) WhY??? HOW???Must examine local fauna for possible naturally-occurring hormones, topical antibiotics, etc. (B) SUBMISSIVES -- also Female, also large-breasted and well- proportioned. Copper-colored skin; blemish-free. (1) These however are shorter, submissive slave girls. Dominants and Submissives alike go about completely nude, but where Dominants have shaved or have naturally hairless pudenda, Submissives appear to have a full growth of pubic hair covering the female organs. (a) Submissives are indeed in Total Slave Status: constantly scurrying to serve their dominant mistresses and subjected to regular abuse: Physical, Sexual and Psychological. (NOTE: Despite Punishment, no Scar Tissue! Does this relate to above?) (b) Much use of Slaves for Oral Gratification and even Toilet Duties by Dominants! Submissives also walk with exaggerated feminine mannerisms - - much tiptoeing,swishing,etc. FAUNA (1) Pigs, domesticated; Birds harvested for Meat; Bats, rodents typical of South Sea locale (2) Reptiles, lizards, etc. typical of area but more reddish-hued than common (3) Insects... Most notable are large, brightly-colored Moths that are wildly attracted to any cloth! To stand still for just .a moment is to attract several, and if I sleep through the day I invariably wake to find my clothing covered with them. GEOGRAPHY (1) Terrain heavily vegetated. Plant forms similar to Yam/Banana/Papaya but of different color/taste. This is primary diet of Natives. - (2) Water flows mainly through underground streams into natural basins, but these ponds are used by Natives only for bathing. Cooking water taken exclusively from flowing streams. Water in Bathing Lakes has a reddish tint, possibly from surrounding vegetation or mineral deposits, but is potable. SOCIETY (1) As noted earlier, rigid demarcation of Slaves and Dominants, apparently based on physical differences in size and musculature, since I can find no other, except for Pubic hair (Possible racial basis for this?? Check further) Tall, muscular, well-developed females completely subjugate shorter, less muscular but equally beautiful females. A) This Domination is usually expressed sexually,in the form of Cunnilingus, demanded by the Amazons and delivered by the Slaves. With resources so plentiful, the Amazons have much free time and seem to regard Oral Sex and Ass-Worship as the National Sport. Punishment, when required usually takes the'form of Spanking, though particularly recalcitrant Slaves are bound and face-sat. (1) Language: Amazons speak a language I cannot fully grasp. Some South Seas Native Dialect but traces of Ancient' Greek influence. Slave Girls do not speak at at all! They communicate in whistles, clicks, etc. but for some reason have no use of Vocal Cords (Is this part of Racial Basis of Slavery???) (2) I am accepted here as a sort of Visiting Oddity. I expected my Malehood to surprise/awe/frighten the Amazons, but they seem to take it in stride. Are they already familiar with Males? And if so, where do they know them from? And where are they?? (3) Amazons prove to be sharp traders and hard bargainers. Where most Native Populations eagerly trade large quantities of food, water, and native artifacts for beads and cloth, the Amazons seem totally unimpressed by these (Does this relate in' some way to their nudity?) and instead more interested in bits and pieces of my Sea Plane! I have already traded off my Fire Extinguisher, Tool kit, Flare Pistol, Back-up Batteries, Flashlight and sundry other equipment I can do without for a time--this in exchange for only a few trinkets and samples of local flora, which I shall analyze for content, to discover if Diet might be the cause of all this blemish-free feminine pulchritude! Fortunately, I have a few days' supply of my own rations still on hand, but at this rate, I shall have to cut my visit shorter than I would wish. Unless I can find something else they might trade for.... LOG ENTRY: 7/2/ Skin condition developed from contact with excessively salt sea water. Local fruit, applied to body has soothing effect. Tried bathing in local pond yesterday. Much better than sea, but mineral deposits left faint reddish or copper discoloration on skin. Also much interest from Amazons, a few of whom gathered to watch. LOG ENTRY: 7/7/ Even wilder hopes confirmed! The sweet-tasting papayas here do indeed contain naturally-occurring hormones and antibodies whose exact nature and function I have not yet determined. I can say with certainty, though, that this vegetable--ingested or applied topically--removes wrinkles, scar tissue and local blemishes; I have already noticed this effect on myself! Skin now extremely smooth & silky!! I can also say with certainty that once I get this stuff back to Civilization and begin producing it commercially, I will no doubt get richer than ever and spend the rest of my life surrounded by every material possession and creature comfort I ever wanted!! For now, though, I'm running low on Trade Goods.... LOG ENTRY: 7/14/ Amazons becoming increasingly hard bargainers. Store of Trade Goods quickly depleted just getting fresh water. Have bargained away canned foods, tools, some navigational instruments, and even some precious Gasoline for their odd-tasting. fruits, which are now the only fresh food available to me. LOG ENTRY: 7/18/ The Moths noted earlier have reduced all the Trading Cloth and most of my clothing to rags! They appear to have a voracious appetite and are so numerous that the only way to protect my clothing from them is to stow it on the Sea Plane -- which I have locked as a precaution against pilferage -- and wear minimal clothing on the Island. As I wear less and less clothing, the Amazons treat me less as an oddity and more as--how shall I put it?--a source of Amusement! I am still allowed to bathe in their reddish ponds, (I have noticed a more pronounced dying effect on my skin and darkening of my hair from chemicals in the water) which are vastly preferable to Sea Water, but they gather around when I do, and watch me... often laughing! LOG ENTRY: 7/21/ Today, while I bathed, the Amazons gathered on the bank, as usual, to watch and giggle. This time, however, they began examining my clothing -which consisted of a moth-eaten pair of shorts and sandals--that I had left on the bank. They passed these around to each other, grinning at me from time to time until I was quite embarrassed to come out! Finally, I had to emerge, holding my hands shyly over my privates, to the vast amusement of the gathered Amazons.... who would not give me my clothes back!! One of them--Eena, her name is--approached me with a handful of dark-colored moss or sea weed of some sort and made as if to press this over my crotch, but the gesture provoked such hilarity from the gathered women that I shyly turned away! At this point, one of the Amazons pointed at me and giggled, "N'neek! N'neek!" a word I had never heard before, and the others took up the cry as well! I thought of just walking away, with as much dignity as possible under the circumstances, but then I remembered that they Key to the Sea-Plane was in my shorts! I tried asking for my clothes, demanding them, and finally pleading, to the delight of those sadists, but they gave me to understand that if I wanted them back, I would have to pay some sort of Forfeit! When I agreed, they produced a sort of reddish soap, extracted from a local plant, and covered my body and face in it! Their ministrations aroused me (It has been a few weeks now since...) and they seemed to find my erection a special source of humor, teasing me, stroking my nipples (Which have grown more sensitive in the last few weeks) making the gesture with that handful of sea weed again (Again the wild laughter at this and the laughing word "N'neek"!) and posing seductively before .me, only to move easily away when I reached for them! As the Soap dried on my body, they made me kneel before them and fed me vast quantities of a particular species of the sweet-tasting yams abundant here, giggling "N'neek!" the whole time as they stuffed the mushy fruit in my mouth! After about 20 Minutes, I was allowed to rise and return to the Pond, where I gladly rinsed the dried Soap from my body... and saw that it had removed my Body Hair! My surprise and embarrassment, at this delighted the Amazons even more, and they began coaxing me out of the water by waving my shorts and sandals teasingly in my direction. But when I finally darted from the water after them, they tossed them back and forth to one another in a primitive game of Keep-Away! It was so shameful, running around naked like that, with no body hair, in front of all these teasing women! I felt myself blush beet-red and my ears rang with embarrassment. Finally, I caught up with a tall, muscular Amazon called Oona, who was gleefully holding onto my shorts. I tried to snatch them from her, she pulled back, and before I knew it, we were engaged in a Wrestling Match! Some match! I've never really studied the Martial Arts, and obviously Oona never had either, so it was pretty much reduced to a test of strength--and Oona is an Amazon! Add to this the fact that I was afraid to really hurt Oona, for fear of dire consequences and... well, I lost! Before I knew it, I was lying across Oona's lap and she was enacting the Ritual of Amazon Victory--spanking my bare bottom! I writhed and kicked as her hard palm smacked across my tender seat, but she held me firmly, my still-erect Manhood stroking maddeningly across her thighs, and continued beating till tears ran from my eyes! Only then did she relent. But she insisted that I remain on Hands and Knees, and when she handed me back my shorts she made me carry them in my mouth, as I crawled all the way out to the beach! But once I got there, I found the key--the vital key to my sea-plane that I'd gone through all this for!--had dropped out! There was nothing for it but to go back to the pond and spend hours searching though the grass... on my hands and knees again! But it was no use. Finally, when it began to get dark, I returned to the beach, found a suitable rock and, very reluctantly, used it to pry open the door to the Sea-Plane. Very tired. Will have to find some way of repairing or removing door before I can take off. Moreover, the effect of today's escapade on my status here cannot be ignored. A few more days at most, to gather samples of local flora, and then I must leave! (1)And must find out what that word means: N'neek.... LOG ENTRY: 7/22/ Moths entered sea plane through pried-open door as I slept. I awoke late in the day to discover them infesting the interior, devouring every scrap of cloth available! The upholstery, seat cushions, trading cloth and the rest of my clothing were all reduced to useless shreds! LOG ENTRY: 7/28/ Since misfortune with Moths, I have had to go about the Island naked, and once more, the Amazons seem to find this a source of Rich Humor! The only food they will trade to me now is the sweet yams they fed me on 7/21. But I find the natural hormones in these are so potent, they seem to be making my muscles soften and breasts swell! Since I am still hairless from the scalp down, this makes me look rather feminine. Additionally, I find myself experiencing odd muscle reactions: Somehow, it seems more comfortable to go about on tiptoe! This makes me swish my hips (Note: Buttocks enlarging as well--wish I hadn't lost the-tape measure!) but if I bend my elbows and wrists I can keep my balance well enough. Also, I'm growing hoarse. LOG ENTRY: 8/4/ Breasts still growing. Notice some swelling and roundness of hips & ass also, but this maybe due to repeated spankings, which are now a regular form of amusement among the Amazons. Also , though this may be my imagination, my Male Equipment seems noticeably smaller! LOG ENTRY: 8/7/ Trade Goods almost completely gone and my status among the Amazons is significantly lowered. I am now subjected to spankings daily, and in fact, when I enter the village, I am required to walk about holding my knees, symbolically offering my bare ass up for Punishment! In this pose, my growing breasts sway and jiggle wildly in front of me, while my smooth, round, near-feminine bottom, swishes sensuously behind, provoking laughter and casual swats from any Amazons standing nearby! Also,this pose is very difficult to maintain while walking on tip-toe (my constant gait anymore!) LOG ENTRY: 8/9/ Yesterday, for failing to do walk and hold knees in properly submissive manner, I had to spend an hour being face-sat by Oona! The Amazons have a special device for this, a sort of Throne, made of twisted bamboo. I was made to crawl under this, then tied into position with strong vines, my legs lashed to the underside of the chair legs with my feet sticking out the back. Then I was bent, double, so that my bottom stuck out under the front of the seat and erect member (l am almost constantly aroused now, thanks to the also-constant teasing of my breasts by the amused Amazons!) jutted prominently toward the seat. My head was placed between my spread legs with my face at seat level, and secured in place. Oona stepped, regally forward, smiling cruelly down at me. She toyed with my exposed bottom while another Amazon tickled my feet, sending me into writhing spasms. Then she turned slowly, flaunting her magnificent body, and, just as slowly, lowered her round, red Posterior onto my face! How long I spent there, kissing and tonguing desperately as she slid back and forth atop me, I cannot say. Each time I slowed down, an Amazon would tickle my feet and start me writhing again! Or Oona would dart her hand down to the front of the chair and caress my jutting, frustrated pole! Or another Amazon would simply smack my butt! Whatever the case, I struggled the entire time in one way or another! Finally, Oona moaned with satisfaction, grinding herself down on me! She stayed there for several minutes like that, basking in the cruel afterglow of my shame. Then, at last, she arose and ordered me released. LOG ENTRY: 8/11/ Horrifying Discovery! I cannot speak!!! That sweet fruit which is the only thing they feed me now, somehow has the effect of paralyzing my vocal cords! I now can communicate only in clicks and whistles... Like the Slave Girls, -whom I am coming to resemble more each day. The waters here have dyed my skin copper-colored, my facial and body hair have not re-appeared since that awful soaping, and my breasts and bottom have swollen out to truly impressive dimensions! Also noted: My gait seems to be a permanent, simpering, swishing, tip- toeing mince, and I flutter my hands in an exaggeratedly feminine manner--again, just like the Slave Girls. My hair is longer and jet-black. In short, the only difference between me and the Submissives is my male organs, whose shrinkage appears to have stopped at least. - Must leave soon!!! But frankly, I am reluctant to fly out of here looking like this and unable to speak. I can just picture the reaction of the nearest Islanders to the sight of a Nude, copper-skinned, shapely, femaleish thing like me climbing out of a plane! Still, I have no choice and will prepare to leave tomorrow. LOG ENTRY: 8/12/ Departure delayed. Overheard Amazons talking about some sort of Fertility Rite set for next week. Must find out how these Amazons impregnate themselves!! LOG ENTRY: 8/15/ Plane listing in Sea. Apparently damage to port-side pontoon was greater than I thought. Spent most of day patching and pumping until repair was effected. Fertility Rite is set for tomorrow night. Will observe in secret, if possible, and take Log with me to record notes. Then must go!!! LOG ENTRY: 8/16/ Notes made while hidden in dense, sticky (Ouch! My poor tits and bottom!) undergrowth overlooking Village. Night Falls. Preparations underway. Slave girls assembled in torchlight, lined up side by side. Then all activity stops. Full Moon Rises. Activity begins again. Amazons Line up, facing Slave Girls. At head of line, just outside ceremonial hut, one Amazon stands expectantly, regal, ministered to by a Priestess. Body anointed. At other end of line, Slave appears, being driven by Amazon with slaps. Slave has ankles lashed to thighs, so she can only crawl or duck-walk! At command of Amazon, Slave crawls up to the nearest Slave at her end of the line. Beside her, Amazons carry two bowls, each full of some liquid. Kneeling Slave pours liquid from first bowl onto crotch of Slave standing in line. Liquid absorbed into thick pubic hair. Kneeling Slave massages pubis of standing Slave... .then.....What's this? I think I see... Yes! The thick pubic hair is not Hair at all! It's some kind of tangled moss that sticks to the skin! And this liquid loosens it! It's coining off and..... NO! No, it can't be!! It's awful but.... I can see it too too clearly!! The moss that I thought was pubic hair is removed and there are Male Organs beneath it!! The Slave Girls are actually Men, their figures altered by being force-fed the hormone - laden fruit.... Just like me!!! I hug my massive breasts in horror, quiver in feminine nudity as I suddenly realize the significance of that day at the Pond when the Amazons jokingly tried to put that Moss over my crotch! They were deciding to make me a Slave Girl!! Just like these poor creatures!!!!! I watch in abject despair as the bound, crouching Slave Girl/Man tenderly ministers to the freed male organs of the Slave Girl/Man standing before her. It's too awful!! The kneeling creature kisses, strokes, sucks on the genitals of the standing slave, arousing him/her, then, at the right moment, the second Amazon brings forward her bowl and, with the help of the kneeling Slave, the standing Slave ejaculates into it! The Amazon standing in line across from the Slave now comes forward and applies fresh Moss to the crotch of the just-milked Slave. I can almost hear it drying, sticking in place, capturing the male organs until such time as the Amazons choose to release them again. After the Moss is applied, the Slave sinks to his/her knees, dutifully kissing the crotch or ass of the Amazon who has sealed away the only evidence of the Slave's true gender. - And as the kneeling slave proceeds down the Line, I realize these savages are much more advanced than I thought! The Amazons have obviously found some fluid that will keep the male sperm alive, and some way of artificially inseminating themselves! Having developed these, they keep the Males in frustrated, feminine submission, granting them release only when it suits an Amazon to become pregnant, while the feminized male is consigned for the rest of his/her life to spankings, oral worship, and abject servitude!! And this is what they have planned for me! This will be my last entry in Log. I realize now I must escape at any cost! As soon as Amazons have retired for night, I will sneak out to sea- plane and fly out of here. I'm not anxious to try it, looking like I do, big-breasted, half-sexed, naked and unable to speak. THOUGHT: Maybe if I stick some of that Moss over my crotch! That would disguise me completely as a woman, so at least wherever I land, I won't be some kind of freak; I can pass as female until my voice comes back and I can explain who I am. I'll try it! Next entry will be enroute home!! LOG ENTRY 8/17/ More misfortune! I disguised my crotch with Moss, as indicated, then snuck back to the beach... only to find my sea plane sinking! My repairs to the port-side pontoon must not have worked like I thought! I swam desperately out to the Plane to try and send a distress signal, salvage something--anything! But with no voice I couldn't use the Radio, and the distress flares were already waterlogged and useless. As the Cabin filled with water, I just barely made it out and back to shore. The only possessions I have left now are this Log and a bit of pencil. And I can't get that Moss off my crotch!! I, a virile, adventurous, domineering man of wealth, now look just like an Amazon Slave Girl! I've lost my clothes, my masculine shape, my voice, and even my precious male organs are now sealed away from me! The steady diet of hormone-laced fruit has softened my skin, swelled my breasts out to impressive proportions, and given me a round, bouncy, spankable feminine ass! Moreover, the effects on my muscles now ensure that I mince about on tip-toe, swishing my hips, flaunting my breasts, and fluttering my limp-wristed hands in exaggeratedly feminine gestures! With no clothes and no way to get any, I'm stuck looking like this, too! The Amazons will no doubt make my Slavery official (If indeed they don't simply mistake me for a Slave!) and reduce me to living, eating, sleeping and suffering with the other half-sexed Slaves, being spanked, teased, frustrated, required to orally worship the asses and genitals of all true females; till.... Till? The one hope I have is that Diana Hunt will succeed in mounting her expedition (Maybe she has already!) and, after months of going patiently from Island to Island, will, find me. Of course, Diana won't be at all pleased to see I've beaten her here, and it's possible... She might even consider just leaving me here! IF she shows up, I'll find some way to bribe her, offer her anything, anything to get me back to Civilization, money and clothes again! Meanwhile, I'll hide this journal someplace safe, ready to produce when Diana shows up. If she does.... (From THE ENCYCLOPEDIA OF NOBEL PRIZE RECIPIENTS 1. VoL XXII --Apendix & Notes) ....indeed, the only controversy to attach itself even remotely to Diana Hunt involved the origin and fate of N'neek, the subject she brought back to civilization from the uncharted Island that was the source of her wealth and fame. N'neek was clearly one of the half-gendered subjects of the True Amazons, a Male by birth, transformed into the peculiar, submissive, feminized state unique to biological Males on that Island. Dr. Hunt provided photographs and videotapes of N'neek-living and working among the other submissives, being subjected to a variety of punishments at the hands (and other body parts) of the Amazons. It was the commercial use of these photographs and videos, which were frankly marketed as Erotica, that first led to an official inquiry on the status and treatment of N'neek while in "civilization." Whatever the case, it was soon learned that the gender-spanning native was "employed" in the Research Labs founded by Dr. Hunt with money from the Estate of N D ("Indy") Jones, whose ill-advised one-man expedition led only to the discovery of wreckage from his plane and a page from his log- book--in his authenticated handwriting bequeathing his property to whomever discovered the remnants of his precipitous venture. At any rate, the conditions of N'neek's "employment" at Hunt-Tress Labs was found to border on the Barbaric; The unfortunate she-male was kept caged in a state of constant nudity while her body was poked, prodded and subjected to a variety of biological and behavioral tests. Again, videotapes of her dancing at the commands of the lab technicians, performing sexually in a variety of ways, and being subjected to various forms of bondage and discipline seem to have found their way into public circulation. One tape in particular, showing the nubile transsexual jumping up and down, whistling and clicking in what looks like an attempt to communicate something as the technicians applaud her heaving breasts and rear, then bind and spank her, was particularly notorious! There was naturally a public outcry over this treatment, and even a move to return N'neek to "her" native Island. This, however, proved impossible for the simple reason that Dr. Hunt always refused to disclose the actual location of the Island, rightly fearing that the cruel--yet oddly beautiful--Amazon civilization would be destroyed by commercial development. At any rate, Dr. Hunt was by this time too popular as a result of her advanced medical discoveries to suffer much from adverse publicity--and, it should be added, much too wealthy to be bothered much by legal action. Her simple statement that she had no knowledge of N'neek's treatment (The lab was, after all, in the Far East) sufficed to reassure a Public already enamored of the effects of her wonderful discoveries. N'neek was allegedly returned to her native island by some means, though tapes of a person resembling her, being subjected to wild sexual excesses and bizarre bondage and punishments kept surfacing over the next several years. There was even a rumor that she was sold into the Harem of an Eastern Potentate and kept on display in his private Zoo, with clean straw and iron bars her only comforts as she was exhibited to the Sultan's more discriminating guests. Whatever the fate of this unfortunate she-thing, however, no shred of blame ever detracted from the renown of Dr. Diana Hunt, who was widely honored for her discoveries while N'neek is at best an interesting foot- note.....