All-Women Island

You awoke to the sound of rushing wind and screeching metal. The transport plane was going down, plummeting towards the dense jungle canopy below. The screams of your fellow passengers filled the air as the craft smashed into the trees, exploding into a fireball.

Dazed and bleeding, you crawled from the wreckage, your burnt flight suit hanging off in tatters. You collapsed onto the soft earth, your head spinning.

As your vision cleared, you saw that you were on a beach, the turquoise sea lapping gently at the shore. Palm trees swayed in the breeze. It was a tropical paradise. But something was off. The island seemed deserted. No signs of civilization.

You staggered to your feet, using a palm tree for support. Your head was pounding and your body ached all over. You needed to find shelter and treat your injuries. The jungle beckoned, dark and foreboding.

You had only taken a few steps into the dense foliage when a hand clamped over your mouth from behind. "Don't move," a feminine voice hissed in your ear. "You're coming with us."

You struggled against your captor but she was strong. You felt cold steel press against his neck - a knife. You froze.

The woman dragged you deeper into the jungle until they reached a hidden path. Soon they emerged into a clearing and your eyes widened in shock. Before you lay a sprawling city, filled with women. Thousands of them. And not a man in sight.

Your captor marched you through the streets, women stopping to stare at the strange man in their midst. They muttered to each other, pointing and gawking. You felt your face flush with embarrassment. What was this place?

They arrived at a grand building and you were shoved inside. You found yourself in a grand hall filled with hundreds of women, all dressed in flowing white robes. At the front stood a raised dais with five women seated on thrones. They regarded you with cold, suspicious eyes.

"State your name and business here, man," the center woman demanded.

"I am Captain John Steele of the Air ****," you replied, trying to stand tall despite your battered state. "My plane crashed on your island. I mean you no harm."

The women conferred with each other in hushed tones. "Impossible," one said. "Men are not allowed here. You must have weapons."

"I swear I have no weapons," you said. "I'm just a pilot who had an accident."

"Strip," the center woman ordered. "We will search you ourselves."

Your eyes widened. "What? No, I'm not stripping in front of all of you!"

The women tsked. "If you are innocent, you have nothing to hide. Remove your clothes."

You crossed your arms, face burning with humiliation. "I said no. This is ridiculous."

The women stood up, faces hardening. "Guards, remove the man's garments. By **** if necessary."

Two burly female guards approached you. You tried to fight them off but they were too strong. They grabbed your arms and pinned them behind your back. With ruthless efficiency, they tore your flight suit off of you, piece by piece, until you stood naked before the crowd.

You wanted to die of shame. You had never felt so exposed, so ****. You tried to cover your genitals with your hands but the guards batted them away. The women murmured and pointed, fascinated by your male anatomy.

"Turn around," the center woman ordered. "Slowly."

Blushing furiously, you obeyed, turning in a circle. The women prodded and poked at you, checking for weapons. You flinched as a finger brushed your most sensitive area. To your. horror, you felt your manhood start to swell and harden. You were mortified.

Finding no weapons, the women conferred again. "Take him away," the center woman said. "Imprison him in the dungeons. He is to remain naked until we decide what to do with him."

The guards dragged you out, your bare feet padding on the cold stone floor. They threw you into a small cell and slammed the door. You sank to the floor, pulling your knees to your chest. You had never felt so alone, so afraid.