The Enchanted Island
By M.C.
An anthropologist goes to study a newly discovered island where all of the females have superhuman strength.


1) My First Project

I couldn't believe my luck. As someone who had just recently received my
doctorate degree in cultural anthropology, my university was sending me as
part of a team to study the culture of the people who had lived on an island
in the South Pacific. But because of the island's isolated location, as far as
anyone knows, there has been very little contact with the indigenous
population that lives on the island for the past several centuries. They were
simply living in a place that time and civilization seems to have passed by.

Because I had written my doctoral thesis on the cultures of the Polynesian
peoples living on the South Pacific islands, I was chosen to be a part of the
team that was going to study the lifestyle and culture of the indigenous
population that inhabited the newly discovered island. And I just couldn't
wait to go there and get started. It was indeed an anthropologist's dream.

Getting to the island wasn't easy, to say the least. And as we made our way
there, I began to understand why it had remained isolated for so long. First,
we had to fly to Papeete on the island of Tahiti and the capitol of French
Polynesia. From there we had to hire a boat to take us on a six day voyage
south, to a place far outside of any shipping lanes. It's true that the island
did appear on satellite images taken from space, but nobody seemed to be all
that interested in going there and finding out anything about it; until our
team that is. And what we discovered there would shock the world - if we would
publicized what we had discovered there that is.

2) The Island

The first thing we noticed when the boat docked at what seemed to be a newly
built makeshift dock, was that all the dockworkers were women; and I mean
LARGE women. I would guess that their average height would be between six and
six and a half feet tall. And they were also muscular, VERY muscular; like
female bodybuilders only much taller and stronger. Instead of using forklifts
and vehicles to transport our supplies, these incredibly strong women would
simply lift our things, place them over their massive shoulders (some weighing
at least several hundred pounds) and carry them up the hill to our living
quarters - and they weren't even the least bit out of breath when they got
there!

"How many men do you know that can do things like this Richard?" Jake, one of
my male colleagues asked me, equally stunned at what we had just witnessed
these amazing women do.��None," I replied.��I've never seen any man capable of
doing what we've just seen these amazing women do. Not one."� We couldn't help
but notice that Dr. Nancy Wilson - a physician whose field of expertise is in
medical research and the leader of our team (and the only female member on it)
- began to laugh when she heard all of her male colleagues express their
astonishment at the things that we saw these female dockworkers do.

They also seemed to have a rudimentary understanding of English which
surprised us because, so far as we knew, other than a few visits to this
isolated island, contact with the indigenous inhabitants had been few and far
between. Furthermore, they didn't have a single radio or T.V. on the island -
nor even electricity for that matter, which is why we brought our own
generator along. So where did their knowledge of English come from? It was
indeed a mystery. But as we were to find out, it was only one of the many
mysteries that the people of this island, especially the women, had in store
for us.

After we had settled into our huts, which is all this isolated island had in
the way of accommodations, I decided to take a walk around the village and
explore my new surroundings; as any cultural anthropologist would. And the
more I saw, the more I was stunned by what I saw. For it wasn't just the
female dockworkers that were very large and strong, it appeared to be EVERY
woman! Even the girls appeared to be built like champion female bodybuilders
in the United States. But the men and boys that I saw all appeared to be quite
normal in both their height and build. What in the hell was going on here?

Later that evening I was having dinner with my research team. We were eating a
meal of freshly caught shark and a strange but sweet tasting fruit that nobody
on our group could identify. And as we ate, we discussed our first impressions
of what we had seen so far. And not surprisingly, we had all noticed the
amazing differences between the males and females who inhabited this island;
both in their physique and strength.

While the males, both the men and the boys, appeared to be quite normal in
both categories for Polynesians, the women and girls were definitely much
taller and stronger; and not just for Polynesians, but for anybody! "There is
definitely something very unique about this place," Dr. Wilson said in what
could only be described as a classic understatement.��And I'm going to try and
find out exactly what that is. And I suggest that you boys do too." And then
she added in yet example another example of her classic understatements,��This
could be a rather big discovery guys."

3) My First Encounter With Tania

The following morning I awoke early and decided to forgo breakfast with my
team and explore this strange new world where we found ourselves in. As I was
walking along the beach, I saw a gorgeous Polynesian woman gazing out over the
ocean. She must have stood at least six and half feet tall (I'm six feet two
and I had to look up to her), and she was built like a tiger tank.��I go
fishing," she said in her broken English - but with a lovely smile when she
saw me looking at her.��My turn to catch fish for village today. I Tania, who
you?"

"Richard," I replied, deciding to forgo the formalities of calling myself Dr.
Richard Stevenson, as that would probably not mean anything to her and,
therefore, be rather superfluous.

"Richard too hard for me to say. I call you Ricky; O.K?� You come to watch us,
right? To see how we live. Every day a different girl go fishing to feed
village. And this day is Tania's turn."

"But how do you fish Tania? You don't have a harpoon, a net or even a boat.
And look (I pointed out towards the ocean at the ominous fins that were
clearly visible from the shore), there are sharks out there. And they look
like big, mean Great White Sharks."

"I know," she smiled again.��That's why Tania go fishing now. Lots of big
sharks for me to choose from. Stay here Ricky. Tania be back soon. Then we
talk; O.K?" I stood there completely stunned as this big, strong, long haired
Polynesian beauty dove into the surf and began swimming towards the fins at a
speed that would make any Olympic champion jealous.

And when she reached the area where the school of sharks were, I saw the water
around the area suddenly become very turbulent, as if a great struggle was
taking place underneath the surface where I couldn't see. A few seconds after
all this had started, I started to see blood coming to the surface; and I
began to get worried.��There's no need to worry son," an elderly man who was
standing behind me said (and whom I hadn't even noticed was there until he
began to speak). Every morning one of the girls goes out to catch sharks to
feed our village. It's the way things have been done here for countless
generations." Then he held out his hand to me. "My name is Mike, by-the-way."

At first I was a bit taken aback by this man's command of English as he was
the first person that I had heard speak it fluently since we arrived. But then
I noticed that he wasn't a Polynesian; he was Caucasian like me. "Yes, but she
doesn't have anything to catch the shark with," I said.��No harpoon or net;
not even a boat. How will she ever be able to get a big shark to shore - even
if she does somehow manage to kill it? I mean those look like really big
sharks. And how could one single girl possibly even survive out there all by
herself?"

Before answering , Mike winked and gave me a cryptic smile.��You have just
arrived on this island yesterday sir, and there is a lot about us that you'll
need to learn in order to understand. But for right now, trust me - Tania has
everything she needs to catch a shark and bring it to shore to feed everyone
in our the village today; along with you and your team." As he spoke, I
noticed that that the turbulence in the water had subsided and the sea became
calm. I also noticed that all the sharks now seemed to be swimming away from
that area - as if something (or someone) had scared them off.

About a minute later I saw Tania's head pop up from the water close to the
shore. And when she saw me and Mike standing near-by, Tania flashed us both
another beautiful smile.��Hi Papa," she calmly said as the beautiful woman
emerged from the water.��You come to watch me catch fish today too?" By now
Tania was completely out of the water and what I saw next was a sight that I
will never forget as long as I live.

For there, right before my eyes, this gorgeous Polynesian woman was dragging a
dead Great White Shark out of the water that must have been at least twelve
feet long and weighed (I was just estimating now) about a ton behind her. A
shark that she had killed with nothing more that her bare hands! And she was
as calm as she could� be about it.��My daughter will drag the shark to what
you would call the village butchers shop," Mike said.��And there he'll be
carved up and doled out to all of the people in our village; including you and
your team. That's how things work here - and has for as long as anyone can
remember."

Gorgeous, super-strong women who can kill Great White sharks with nothing more
than their bare hands every morning? Females who are larger and far stronger
than the males while living on the same island? A man who speaks English
fluently? Again I wondered, what in the hell is going on here? When I asked
Mike about this he just smiled and said, "All in good time my son, all in good
time. You and your team have a lot to learn about this place." Then he gave me
another cryptic smile and said,��Why don't you join us for breakfast and I can
begin to explain to you some of the mysteries of this enchanted island. I
think that you will find it rather interesting; to say the least."

4) Breakfast With Tania's Family

I walked along the beach with Mike and his incredibly strong daughter - who
was casually dragging the huge Great White Shark that she had just killed
behind her in the sand as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. "Ricky
joining us for breakfast Papa?" she asked in her childlike English, which
seemed totally incongruous with what I had just seen this amazing woman do.
When Mike nodded, Tania smiled again and said��Good. He seem like nice man.
Tania like him."

We arrived at a large hut near the shore and a team of men were already
outside waiting with their knives drawn and ready to work on Tania's catch.
And when she placed the dead shark on the ground in front of them, they
immediately went to work on it.��In about an hour the villagers will start to
come and get their daily portion of the shark from Tania's catch today," Mike
explained to me as we began to walk towards the hut where he and his wife
lived. Tania lived in a hut near-by.

We sat down at the large table in the middle of the room, the only room in the
hut. And another very large and muscular, though somewhat older, Polynesian
woman who I assumed was Tania's mother, served us copious portions of the
sweet fruit that my team and I had eaten the previous evening after we had
arrived.��Allow me to introduce you to my wife and Tania's mother Richard,"
Mike said.��Her name is Sura."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Sura," I said with a smile. She smiled back at me
without saying a word.��My wife is not comfortable speaking English Richard,"
Mike explained when he saw the perplexed look that I had on my face.��None of
the older generation are really. I tried to change that but in the end I gave
up and concentrated on the younger generation instead. But as you can see (he
glanced over at Tania and grinned) I've been only moderately successful."

As we spoke I glanced over at Sura. She was preparing a drink of coconut milk
for us. As you may know, a coconut's shell is immensely hard (many people
actually get killed every year by coconuts falling on their heads from trees)
and extremely difficult to open. People often use a hammer and a screwdriver
in order to do so. But Sura was simply breaking them open with her bare hands
- as if they were just eggs!

Mike smiled as he looked at me.��Yes Richard, the females on this island all
have incredible physical strength - as you no doubt noticed earlier when my
daughter killed that large Great White Shark with nothing more than her bare
hands and effortlessly dragged it over to the butcher's shop." Mike then
anticipated my next question which, I guess, was pretty obvious,��And I have
absolutely no idea as to why this is so. I'm not a scientist like you and the
members of your group. So perhaps your and your team can solve the mystery as
to why all of the females on this island are so strong while the males
remained normal."

Sura brought over the shattered coconut and doled it out to us. And as we
began to eat it and drink the milk, I asked Mike,��How did you ever manage to
wind up here in this isolated place? I mean you must be the only
non-Polynesian on this entire island."

"That's true Richard, I am." Mike then paused for a few moments before
continuing.��Ever since I was a kid, I was an avid sailor and it had always
been a dream of mine to sail solo around the world. And as I didn't have a
family, there were no bridges to burn. So one day I quit my well-paying job as
a successful investment banker in New York City, bought a sailboat and began
to fulfill my quest. I started out from New York and sailed to the southeast,
rounded the Cape of Good Hope on the southern tip of South Africa and
continued east across the Indian Ocean."

"Everything was working out fine, until I got to the South Pacific that is.
And then the seas got rough; VERY rough. With a great deal of difficulty I
managed to persevere until a giant squall capsized my boat. Thrown into the
sea, I was clinging to my life preserver sure that all hope for me was lost.
And then, just as I was about to completely give up any hope of surviving, I
felt an amazingly strong arm wrap around my waist and swim me to dry land;
this island. The woman who saved me was Sura. She had been out hunting for
sharks at the time, saw my plight and swam out to rescue me."

"Well to make a long story short, I fell in love with this magnificent woman
who had saved me from certain death and married her (Mike smiled at his wife
when he said this), and we now have this incredible daughter as a result. And
so here I am, 30 years later, living on this totally isolated island among
these unbelievably strong women. And I can't imagine myself ever being any
happier."

After a long pause I said,��That's quite a story Mike. But how on Earth did
the females on this island ever become so strong? I mean we just witnessed
your daughter kill a one ton Great White Shark with her bare hands and then
calmly drag his lifeless carcass along the beach as if it was nothing out of
the ordinary. That's not only astounding, it's totally unbelievable! If I were
to tell anybody on the outside world about what I saw Tania do this morning
they'd send me to an insane asylum. What the hell is going on here?"

"The truth Richard is, like you, I have absolutely no idea why all the females
on this island are so incredibly strong and the males are normal. All I know
is that they are. But unlike you and your team, I'm not a scientist. So maybe
you guys can solve this mystery. Who knows? There may be a link between this
sweet, red fruit that we're eating for breakfast and their phenomenal physical
strength. It doesn't seem to grow anywhere else in the world, except, for some
reason, on this island. Why? I honestly don't know."

I frowned when I heard him say this. For most of my conversation with Mike
Tania and her mother were very quiet, only whispering to each other in their
own language from time-to-time. But when Tania saw me frown, she asked her
father,��Ricky not look too happy Papa. Why that?"

"It's kind of complicated honey," he replied.��He wants to know why the women
are so much stronger than the men on this island. And I'm afraid that I don't
have an answer to that. But Richard came here with a group of scientists. So
maybe they'll find out the reason for this."

"What do you say Papa? Tanya not understand. Where Ricky come from girls not
stronger than boys?"

"No honey; I'm afraid not. Outside of this island where we live, it's the
other way around. The men are always the stronger ones."

Now Tania was really confused.��But who catches the fish to feed them? Who
kills the mean beasts that come from the jungle when they attack them? Who
protects the men from all the bad things that happen when they get into
trouble? How do the men live without the girls and women to protect them? I
don't understand Papa."

In response to her questions, Mike and I could only exchange glances with each
other and shrug our shoulders. At length all Mike managed to do was repeat to
his perplexed daughter what he'd already told her,��It's kind of complicated
honey." And he left it at that.

After giving the matter some thought, Tania finally shrugged her massive
shoulders and simply said,��Sound like Ricky come from a very strange place
Papa." And she may have been right about that.

5) Later That Day

Later that afternoon when I rejoined our team, we all sat down to discuss what
we had observed of their society so far. And the obvious topic of our
discussion was, not surprisingly, the tremendous physical strength of all the
women on the island. And not just the older, mature women, but even the
younger girls too. Jake described seeing a girl - who he estimated couldn't
have been more than thirteen or fourteen years old - emerging from the jungle
and calmly dragging the lifeless body of a huge python snake behind her that
appeared to be at least fifteen feet long.��Bad snakie," she said to him with
a pretty smile as she casually passed by the stunned anthropologist.��Take
home with me for family to eat. Snake taste very good."

It was only after I heard Jake say this that I was able to describe my
experience that morning watching Tania kill the large Great White Shark. I
didn't think that they would have believed me and might even have sent me back
home for psychiatric evaluation if I did tell them. But as we had now all
witnessed what the incredible females on this isolated island can do - feats
of strength that anywhere else in the world would be beyond belief but on this
island were seen as normal everyday activities - I also shared my experiences
with them.

"There's obviously something in their environment which makes the females here
so incredibly strong," Dr. Wilson said.��And as a medical researcher, I think
their diet along with genetics may have a lot to do with it. Richard, this new
friend of yours Mike told you that the sweet fruits that we've been introduced
to here is a major part of their diet and are only found on this island;
right?"

I nodded.��Well then," she continued,��I believe that that's the first place
that I need to research in order to discover how and why the females here -
and it's only the females - have acquired their awesome strength.
Unfortunately I don't have the resources available to me here to conduct a
deep analysis into the characteristics of the fruit and why it would only
affect the females on this island. So I'll have to send some samples back to
my university laboratory for analysis. That means that the answer, if they can
even find one, may take several months at the earliest. So in the meantime
I'll do what I can while we're here."

She paused for a few moments before continuing,��Gentlemen (except for Dr.
Wilson we were all males), I think it goes without saying that we have found
ourselves in a place bordering somewhere in between reality and fantasy. A
place where women can kill huge sharks with just their bare hands and even
girls can kill fifteen foot-long snakes; and it's all quite normal! It's as
normal for them as would be for us going to the local supermarket and buying
groceries for our families. You mentioned Richard that Tania couldn't seem to
comprehend how unusual all of this is. That outside of this one single island
where she lives, it's the males who are always in control?"

"Speaking as an anthropologist now, and not as a medical researcher, we have
here a unique opportunity on this isolated island to observe how a society
where the females that are the stronger, more powerful and the dominant gender
functions. So I suggest that we all take full advantage to study this
opportunity - because it will probably never happen again." Good advice, to
say the least.

6) I Begin My Research

Because my new acquaintance Mike is an American and a native speaker of
English (the only fluent speaker on this Island) and has been living here for
some thirty years, he became both our interpreter as well as our prime source
of information regarding the culture and lifestyle of the indigenous
population that lives on the island. And� as a result, I frequently ate meals
over at his hut along with both Sura and Tania; and engaged in lengthy
question and answer sessions as we did. As an anthropologist, most of my
questions dealt with the aspects of the lifestyles of this remarkable society
that evolved in this unique society where it was the females who were the
dominant gender - a matriarchy as we anthropologists call it.

"So tell me Mike," I said as we sat down at their table and prepared to eat a
freshly cooked python that Tania had caught earlier that day (don't knock if
you haven't tried it; it's really is quite tasty). How is it for you to live
in a society where the females are the dominant gender?"

"At first it was a bit difficult Richard. But eventually Sura (Mike looked
over at his wife and smiled) was able to convince me that this was the best
place for me to be. And it's a decision that after thirty years I've never
regrated."

"Do any conflicts ever occur between people on this island? Like, say, between
the men and women? Or between men, or likewise between women - like they do in
all other societies? And if there are, how are these conflicts resolved?"

"Conflicts are very rare on this island Richard, but they do occasionally
occur. We are, after all, human beings. Not between the men and the women of
course because, as you have seen, that would be a virtual death sentence - for
the man that is. When the men have a conflict between themselves, their issue
is then taken up by the village elders; who are always women. And after
they've listened to both sides of the dispute they make their decision. And
their decision is always final."

"Now with the females it's a little bit different; depending on the issue at
stake. If it's deemed a minor issue - like say a dispute over a shark that
both of them claimed to have killed - then the elders will hear their case and
decide; just like with the males. But if it's something more serious like a
conflict over a man that they both want to make their husband (the opposite of
what takes place everywhere else where it's the men who fight over the woman),
then the elders have devised a unique way of deciding the issue." Mike smiled
before he continued.��It's a kind of trial by combat, so to speak."

"What's so unique about their trial by combat Mike?" I asked; noticing the
grins on both Sura and Tania's faces when I did so.

"Well, as you may have noticed, the females on this island are rather strong;
that is to say incredibly strong. And because of this, the elders long ago
banned women fighting with their fists as it could result in a very serious
injury or even death. So they devised a unique form of combat for the females
to engage in to decide their disagreement which wouldn't hurt the combatants
too much."

"In the presence of the elders, the two women tie back their long hair
(because they are all Polynesians, all the females have long, beautiful, dark
hair) into a long braid with a tight knot tied at the end. Then they face each
other and firmly grasp the wrists of the woman that they're in conflict with.
And when the elder who is acting as the referee gives the signal, the women
begin to turn their heads rapidly from side to side, whacking each other in
the face with the knot at the end of their hair as they do so."

"The winner is decided either by a knockout, one of the women forced to
surrender, or, if the referee decides that one of the women is getting beaten
so badly that a serious injury might occur if the fight continues too much
longer, she intervenes to stop the it (which is not unlike an American boxing
match in that respect). The female who emerged victorious is then declared by
elders to be entitled to the man that she has chosen and the loser must accept
their decision. Now, this may all seem a bit primitive to you Richard, given
where you and your collogues have come from, but at least on this island
nobody ever gets seriously hurt; outside of maybe a bruised ego that is. But
as I stated previously, conflicts on this island are really quite rare. By and
large, the inhabitants here live a very quiet and peaceful life in harmony
with each other."

7) Three Weeks Later

"You and your team are in luck Richard," Mike said to me as I again joined
him, Sura and Tania for breakfast.��Monday is the 21st� of December, the
summer solstice (remember that I'm in the Southern Hemisphere now and December
21st is the longest day of the year). And on this island it's like the biggest
holiday of the year, call it their New Year, if you will. And all of the
villages (there are four separate villages on this island) get together to
celebrate." And then he added with a sly grin,��And as anthropologists, I
think that you and your team will find it a very interesting experience to say
the least (wink)."

"What do you mean by that Mike?" I asked perplexed, not just by what he said
but the way that he said it.��You'll find out," was all he said in
response.��The celebration will begin at noon and this year it's our village's
turn to host it. Tania will be participating in the events, as she has for the
past several years." I looked over at the powerful woman that was sitting
across the table from me who again flashed me her beautiful smile and
said,��You and your friends also come to watch; right Ricky? It's much fun."

Although the inhabitants of this island have lived virtually in complete
isolation from the rest of the world, they nevertheless have evolved a culture
which, like all cultures, includes holidays and festivals. And the summer
solstice�" which is the longest day of the year in the Southern Hemisphere -
seems to be a major one. All of the people from the four villages that live on
this island get together to celebrate it.

Mike explained to me that the festivities consist of consumptions of delicious
and exotic foods which would then be followed by athletic competitions between
the village champions in three events. When I asked Mike what those events
consisted of, he simply gave me another sly smile and said,��You'll see. But
trust me on this Richard, they're not like anything that either you or anyone
else outside of this island have ever seen before. And I further guarantee
this - none of you will ever forget it." And he left it at that.

8) An Athletic Competition Like No Other

After a feast which lasted for several hours with almost all of the
inhabitants from the four villages on the island in attendance (we estimated
there to be about four thousand people, more or less), we all moved over to
the beach area where the athletic events would take place. As their culture
had evolved independently with no outside influence, the inhabitants on this
island had developed their own style of competitions. And what my team and I
were about to witness would astound the entire world - if they were to ever
know about it that is.

As Mike was the only person on the island who could explain the competitions
to me and my fellow researches, I asked him to sit next to us in the makeshift
arena and describe what was going on. "Each of the four villages choose two of
their most capable women to compete in three events," he began.��They compete
completely naked and don't vie for any medals or prizes; that doesn't seem to
be a part of their culture. It's all just for the joy of the competition. And
I see now that they're getting ready for the first event. Look."

We looked to where Mike pointed and saw a sight that astounded us (as if we
could still be astounded after being here for three weeks as to what these
incredible females on this island can do). A girl, who appeared to be no older
than sixteen or seventeen years old, was dragging a large crocodile out of the
jungle by his tail behind her; and smiling to all the spectators as she did
so!��This was the largest crocodile that she could find for the event today,"
Mike told us.��And judging by the looks of him, he appears to be about fifteen
feet long and weighs somewhere in the neighborhood of 1200 pounds."

"This event is really rather simple. Each of the two women chosen by the four
villages to represent them will, in turn, grab the crocodile by his tail and
hurl him as far out into the ocean as they can. They're only allowed to whorl
him around three times to build up their momentum before they must release
him. Now if you look out into the ocean, you'll see two girls out there. One
of them will place a floating marker where the crocodile lands while the other
one will grab him by his tail and swim him back to shore for the next
contestant to use for her throw. And the woman who throws him out the farthest
wins the event."

And then Mike added proudly,��I don't want to brag too much about this, but
our daughter Tania has won this event for the past two years. And my wife Sura
- who was sitting alongside Mike - had also won this competition twice when
she was younger (Sura smiled at Mike when he said this). And because Tania is
the defending champion, she will be the last to throw the crocodile."

My team and I sat in total awe as we watched these eight incredibly strong,
gorgeous and naked Polynesian women - one-by-one - grab this fifteen foot,
1200 pound beast by the tail, whorled him around three times before tossing
him into the ocean. Some of them appeared to throw the poor beast well over a
hundred feet! We found ourselves completely lacking in English words to
describe the event that we were witnessing.� Amazing? Incredible? Awesome?
Unbelievable? None of them really even came close to describing what we were
all feeling as we watched these Polynesian superwomen in action.

The seventh woman finished her throw and appeared to have hurled him a few
feet further than all the rest had so far. So now it was Tania's turn. The
young girl swam up to the shore and dragged the disheveled crocodile up to
where Tania stood and handed his tail to her. They exchanged a girlish giggle
before the girl returned to the water. Tania smiled over at us and then she
went to work. Three times she whorled the 1200 pound beast around before
flinging him out to sea.

And when the crocodile hit the water - a good five feet further than the
previous woman's toss - we all stood up and cheered. All the participants
congratulated each other and, as far as we could tell, there were no hard
feelings between them.��It's all in good fun," Mike told us.��All the girls
respect each other. And if you're wondering what will happen to the crocodile
now, he'll be released back into the jungle as his job is done." Mike then
added with a grin,��Somehow I don't think that he'll ever want to come back
here again."

"What's next Mike?" I asked.��Now is what I call the titty bump contest." He
laughed when he saw the looks on our faces after he said that.��The girls will
face off against one another - two at a time - in the middle of the circle
that they're now drawing in the sand. It's about twenty feet in diameter.
Consider it a little bit like sumo wrestling, only the girls are forbidden
from using their hands. All they can use is their large, firm breasts to bump
into each other; hence my name for it. The object is to simply either knock
your opponent down or force her out of the circle. There will be three rounds
- first four against four, then two against two and finally the championship
round. Last year Tania lost in the final round. Maybe this time she'll win."

I have to admit that the sight of these incredibly tall and strong women
hurling their gorgeous, naked bodies against one another and slamming each
other with their breasts was a sight to behold. To say that I didn't get an
erotic thrill while watching them go at each other would be a lie. Even Dr.
Wilson, our female medical researcher, admitted afterwards that she also got
aroused by watching them. Tania made it into the final round again but, alas,
lost to the same woman that had defeated her last year.��Sheri still too tough
for Tania," she said afterwards.��Maybe next year Tania win."

Then Tania smiled at me and asked,��You help Tania in next contest; O.K.
Ricky?" I looked over at Mike who was grinning from ear-to-ear.��What in the
world does Tania mean help her, Mike? Each one of these amazing women is at
least fifteen times as strong as I am. How could I possibly be of any help to
her? What in heavens name does your daughter want me to do?"

"The next contest is called the Man-Carry Race, Richard. Each one of the girls
must race with a man riding piggy-back style on their backs. The men all have
to be about the same size - your size as fate would have it. It's actually
quite an honor to be one of men that the girls chose for this. It means that
Tania likes you (wink). And it would be considered an insult to her if were
you to refuse." He paused for a moment, then continued with a smirk.��Oh yes,
and there's one more thing. Like the girls, the men also have to be naked in
order to participate."

I looked over at my colleagues who were all laughing now, and Dr. Wilson was
downright hysterical.��It's all in the name of science Dr. Stevenson," Jake
laughed and added,��as a cultural anthropologist you should know that. Just
consider this as vital a part of your research Richard. After all, you chose
to be a cultural anthropologist. Right?" Then he smirked and added,��You
should have read the fine print when you applied for this assignment."� Don't
you just hate people who have seniority over you?

But what other choice did I have? Tania's family has been wonderfully nice and
hospitable to me; not to mention how helpful Mike had been in our research.
And do I really want to offend a girl whose at least fifteen times stronger
than I am? Not that Tania would ever deliberately harm me but it might be wise
not to tempt the fates. And after all, it is in the name of science, isn't
it?��It would be a great honor to help you in the next contest Tania. Just
explain to me exactly what I have to do?"

"Thank you Ricky. You make Tania very happy.� Now take off your clothes and we
go to starting line with other girls and their boys. Then you climb on Tania's
back, put arms around neck and I hold you by buttocks. When race starts Tania
run fast, so hold Tania tightly. If you fall off we lose race. Last year boy
fall off so Tania lose. We run around that tree (it looked to be about four
hundred meters away) and back. First girl to cross starting line with boy on
back is winner." Tania is going to run eight hundred meters with a two hundred
pound man on her back! Is there nothing these wonder women cannot do?

We lined up at the starting line with the seven other pairs and I climbed up
on Tania's back while she reached back and supported my buttocks with her
strong hands. And then it hit me, and there was no denying it. The feeling
that I got from holding onto this incredibly powerful woman (remember, Tania
can kill a large Great White Shark with just her bare hands) stark naked with
her long, beautiful black hair in my face was the most erotic feeling that I
have ever felt in my entire life. So much so that I couldn't stop myself from
getting hard; a fact that wasn't lost on Tania. "Oh Ricky, save that for after
race; tee, hee, hee."

When we were all lined up and ready, the large woman who had been acting as
the referee for the competition shouted out a word in her language and the
race was on. To say that these girls ran fast would be an understatement. Even
with two hundred pound men clinging to their backs, they could all have easily
outrun any Olympic champion. It couldn't have been more than thirty seconds
before Tania reached the tree which marked the halfway point. Tania circled
around it and back she ran - with me holding on for dear life.

As we began the return run Tania was in second place, just a few feet behind
the leader - the very one who had beaten her in the titty bump. But with a
surge of speed just before we reached the finish line, Tania burst passed her
and won the race.��We won Ricky!" Tania exclaimed and then proceeded to give
me the strongest and most passionate hug and kiss that I have ever received.
As with the other two competitions, the mighty women all congratulated each
other as did the men (and I could clearly see that I wasn't the only one that
had gotten an erection).

"Fifty-six seconds!" Jake shouted when I returned to my colleagues and began
to put on my clothes. Your friend Tania ran about eight hundred meters in
fifty-six seconds! (We would later measure the distance from the starting line
to the tree and back and found it to be eight hundred and twenty meters). I
just looked up the world record for the eight hundred meter run (thank God for
satellite communications) and it's 1:40.91 set by David Rudisha of Kenya in
the 2012 London Olympic games. Tania just shattered that record by forty-five
seconds, and with you clinging to her back Richard! Is that amazing or what!"

9) After The Competition

The athletic competition over, everybody returned to the feast again; this
time roasted wild boar. But somehow I was not in a festive mood anymore
because my mind was now being completely consumed by very different thoughts.
So I excused myself from my colleagues and wandered off into the jungle to be
alone.

Up until now I've tried to be very professional about my relationship with
Tania and keep her at arm's length. Not that I haven't noticed what a
magnificent woman she is. And I won't bother listing again all of the
incredible things I've seen her do in the three weeks since I first met her on
the beach that day. But I came here to study her people and their culture.
After all, that's what cultural anthropologists do; isn't it?

But I'm also a single man with normal male desires. And when you spend a lot
of time with a female as awesome as Tania is, how can a normal man resist
those desires? Perhaps the final straw came when she carried my naked body on
her naked back with her long, beautiful hair flowing in my face during our
race and I felt just how truly awesome she is. It was only fifty-six seconds
Jake said, but it was fifty-six seconds of pure bliss. So, what was I supposed
to do about it? I honestly didn't know.

"Why Ricky so sad?" I heard a familiar female voice coming from behind me
ask.��Ricky not like party?" Tania must have seen me leave my friends and
followed me into the jungle. She was dressed now in a skimpy grass dress and
still looked awesome.��I'm not sad Tania. I'm just confused."

"Why Ricky confused?" Tania asked as she continued to approach me. For some
reason, having this six and a half foot, immensely powerful Amazon standing
directly in front of me caused me to take a few steps backwards.��Why you go
back? Ricky not like Tania?"

"I like you Tania, I really do. But, but, I just don't know." She approached
me again and I took another few steps backwards. But I now found myself with
my back pinned up against a large tree with Tania standing directly in front
of me.��Why Ricky afraid of Tania? Because she so strong? Tania not hurt
Ricky. Never. Tania like Ricky. If Ricky not like Tania, then why this?" She
pointed down to my pants where my penis was a hard as a rock.��Just like when
we race. If Ricky like Tania, then why you afraid?"

The total innocence of Tania's questions and the way she asked them cut
through any bullshit excuses that I could have conjured up.��Papa told me that
in your home the men are stronger than the women. But here women are stronger.
Is that why Ricky afraid of Tania? My Mama told me that Papa also afraid of
her at first. But then he learn not to be afraid of her. Maybe Ricky can learn
not to be afraid of Tania too."

Perhaps it was her women's intuition that guided what Tania did next. Or maybe
she simply felt that this was the right time. But for whatever the reason,
Tania reached out, put one of her strong hands under each of my armpits,
gently lifted me up off the jungle floor (all two hundred pounds of me) and
cradled me in her powerful arms.��Come Ricky," she said softly and began to
walk back in the direction of her village.��Tania take Ricky to her hut. Ricky
not worry, Tania be very gentle. Tania like Ricky and Ricky like Tania. Why we
play little children games?" Again, the innocence and wisdom of her questions
left me speechless.

10) The Next Morning

I woke up the following morning in exactly the same position that I had gone
to sleep the previous night, snuggly wrapped in the powerful arms of this
gorgeous Polynesian Amazon woman.��Good morning sleepy head," Tania said as
she cuddled me. She took her strong right hand and lowered it to my penis and
gently began to rub it.��Tania?" I asked,��How can you be so amazingly strong
and yet so gentle at the same time? I mean you kill Great White Sharks with
this hand and throw large crocodiles into the ocean with it. And yet with the
same hand you can be so soft and gentle, as you are with my penis now."

When she heard me say this Tania began to giggle.��Oh Ricky, you such a silly
boy; tee, hee, hee. Tania strong only when she need to be. Like when I fish
for sharks to feed people of the village (I'm trying to get her to use��I"
instead of her name and so far it seems to be somewhat successful) or when I
throw crocodile into water. But here in bed with Ricky now, I can be nice and
gentle because I don't want to hurt my little Ricky (I'll work on getting her
to say��you" instead of my name later; one thing at a time)."

"Today I want to take Ricky to special place, an island near here. Very nice.
I think Ricky like pretty place." As our team was not doing any research that
day, I accepted Tania's offer and agreed to go with her. After we finished our
breakfast with Mike and Sura (where I tried to teach Tania how to use the
words��me" and��my" instead of her name) we walked down to the shore and Tania
pointed to an island which I estimated to be at least five miles away.��We
swim to island. O.K. Ricky?"

"Tania, I can swim but there's no way I can swim that far. And don't forget
about the sharks. You may be strong enough to fight them, but I certainly am
not. Isn't there a boat or something we can take to get there Tania?"

Tania began to giggle again.��We don't need boat to get there Ricky. Just hold
onto Tania back - I mean MY back - like in race. And I swim us there. I swim
good and will fight the sharks. Nobody ever hurt Ricky when with Tania;
Oooopsy, I mean me; tee, hee." I climbed onto Tanya's large, strong back and
wrapped my arms around her. Then she dove into the water and began to swim
towards the island.

Just like the way she ran while carrying me on her back in her race yesterday,
Tania swam with superhuman speed. I have absolutely no idea how fast her
powerful arms and legs were propelling us through the water, but it was fast.
And she didn't seem to be exerting herself at all!��Look over there Ricky,"
Tania said as she pointed over to our right side at what appeared to be a pod
of Orca's.��Papa says they sometimes called Killer Whales. But they not
dangerous like sharks. I don't kill them for food. I play with them. They fun
to ride like Papa said you ride on horses. Sometimes they play too rough
though, so I have to punch them. But not too hard. Just enough to teach them
to be nice and play good. Maybe I take you to ride one. It's fun."

I don't know how long it took this incredible woman to swim the five miles or
so over to the island with me clinging to her back (Jake wasn't there to time
it for me), but I'm guessing that it was around a half an hour. And Tania
wasn't even the least bit out of breath when we got there! Every time I think
that there's nothing more that Tania can do to amaze me, she raises the bar
higher.��You see Ricky? We here." Then she added with a smile,��And I didn't
have to kill even one shark."

After Tania gave me a tour into the beautiful caves and grottos on this small
and uninhabited island (which I have to admit were indeed very impressive) she
led me back to the beach and we sat down. After a short pause Tania looked at
me and said,��Papa say you and your friends will be leaving our island soon
and go back to America. Is that true Ricky? Will you be leaving Tania - I mean
me - soon?"

Although I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, even I was bright enough
to connect the dots on this one and interpret what Tania's question implied
and why she had brought me to this isolated island to ask it. For reasons that
I couldn't even begin the fathom, this (how many times can I use the word
incredible to describe her?) incredible woman seems to have fallen in love
with me. A gorgeous woman with literally herculean strength loves me? Me? A
nerd who just recently received his doctorate in, of all things, cultural
anthropology. I mean how boring can a person be?"

"Why do you like me so much Tania?�� I asked after a long pause.��I mean what
do you see in me? You're so strong and powerful; not to mention beautiful.
I've watched you since we met on the beach that day. We don't even have words
in our language to describe just how amazing you are Tania. Just swimming over
here with me on your back - no man who has ever lived could even begin compare
with what you can do. So why me Tania?"

"Because you're cute and funny Ricky. You make Tania laugh - I mean me (grin).
Nobody else on my island does this; except for Papa that is. Mama tell me once
that she start to love Papa because of that. On my island the women strong,
the men not so much (even Tania seems to have a gift for understatement). But
we women and need men to love and be loved by them back. Papa say that's the
way it's supposed to be. It's because of something he calls DNA. Do you know
what is DNA Ricky?" All I could do when she asked me this was smile and
say,��It's kind of complicated Tania."

"Why everything so complicated where you come from Ricky? Here on my island,
girl likes boy, boy likes girl; so they get together. Is that what you call
complicated? Tania like Ricky and Ricky like Tania; what's so complicated
about that?" As usual, Tania's simple - but wise - logic cut through whatever
bullshit response that I could think of. As it was getting late, and we had
promised Tania's parents that we would be back in time for dinner, I climbed
onto her massive back again and then this human speedboat (and that was only a
slight exaggeration) swam me back to her island. That night I had a lot to
think about.

11) Three Weeks Later

After six weeks of investigating the amazing things we've seen on this
enchanted island, our research was nearing completion (that is to say our
funding was running out). The team of anthropologists that I had participated
with began to pack up all of their belongings in preparation for the trip back
to civilization. I said��their" belongings because I wouldn't be accompanying
them back to the United States. Like Mike had done thirty years earlier, I
found that my true place was right here on this enchanted island of beautiful,
super strong women. And just as Mike had found his perfect match in Sura, I
too found mine in his daughter Tania. Talk about irony.

Before they departed from the island however, Dr. Wilson, as our team leader,
called a meeting of all the researches to discuss a very serious topic - what
exactly should we report to the rest of the world about the phenomenal
discoveries that we found out about the people, especially the females, that
live here. And is it ethical from a scientific point of view to deliberately
withhold that information. These were not easy topics to for us to decide.

We all know what happens to less advanced cultures and societies (they are not
called primitive anymore) when they begin to be exposed to the more advanced
ones, and the results have never been positive for the former. And many times
the results have been totally disastrous for the indigenous populations (think
of the native peoples who had lived in both North and South America after the
arrival of the Europeans for example). Did we really want to see that happen
here?

Dr. Wilson began her presentation.��I think that we can all agree that is a
society unlike any other that has ever existed in human history. And it's not
just because of the amazing physical strength that all the females possess;
but also how they use their strength. They don't use it to suppress others in
their society that are weaker and more vulnerable than they are - which would
include every man and boy on the island, and something that men have done for
thousands of years - but to nurture, feed and protect the weaker members of
their society; as females seem naturally disposed to do (I could swear that I
saw Nancy smirk a little when she said this)."

"Jake and I - along with Mike who acted as our interpreter - went to study the
other three villages on the island last week to see if they differed from what
we've observed here. And we saw something which surprised us. We witnessed a
hair fight between two of the women there (as I mentioned earlier, that's how
the women settle their differences on this island). They were fighting over a
man that they both wanted for their husband. And after their fight was over,
the victor helped her defeated opponent up, gave her a long hug and then led
her into her hut - where they remained for the entire night."

"The following morning they emerged from the hut, smiling and holding hands.
And when Mike asked them what happened, the winner of the fight said that they
had agreed to share the man between them until the one who lost their fight
found a man of her own. Mike then asked her why she decided to do that and she
laughed and said,��Because this is my best friend Shera - and I don't want to
lose her friendship." Dr. Wilson then grinned and asked us,��Now, can any of
you ever imagine that a man would say something like that under similar
circumstances? I can't."

Dr. Wilson then went on to say that her laboratory in the States had made some
interesting discoveries regarding the samples of the island's exotic fruit
that she had sent them for analysis; the fruit that we had all been eating for
the past six weeks.��The fruit seems to possess an unknown chemical compound
that does something very��unusual" to the female body when it interacts with
the female hormone estrogen. That may explain why the females on this island
are so strong and powerful while the males appear to be normal."

"Personally, I've noticed that I have never felt healthier or stronger in my
life than I do now - and that's after consuming the fruit for only six weeks."
And then Nancy added with a smile,��Now, this doesn't mean that I'll be
beating up any Great White Sharks or tossing large crocodiles out into the
ocean anytime soon as that's probably an accumulation requiring many
generations of consuming the fruit with each generation getting stronger than
the previous one. But I'll be taking a lot more samples back with me so I can
study them in much greater detail."

After discussing all of the options that we could think of, in the end we came
to the conclusion (and our decision was unanimous) to publish a very scaled
down report as to what we had discovered here, so that hopefully this unique
matriarchal society of peaceful people who were lovingly watched over by their
strong, powerful female protectors will remain just as pure and pristine as we
found it.

12) Epilogue

A few days later Tania and I, along with many of the other people of the
village where my research team had spent the past six weeks, stood on the
makeshift dock to bid our friends farewell. And as I watched the boat leave
the dock and begin to make its way out to sea, I couldn't help but feel
ambivalent about their departure. For they represented the last vestiges of
the life that I used to consider my own, before I came to this enchanted
island of super strong women that is.

Tania seemed to intuitively recognize the feelings that I was having. And
despite the fact that she wasn't able to express it ineloquent English, she,
as usual, seemed to know exactly what to say and do in this situation. "Maybe
if you teach me good English Ricky, we can go to New York one day and I can
see where you and Papa came from. I like to see place where people all live on
top of each other in tall buildings. Why they do that?" Before I even had time
to come up with an answer that Tania might be able to understand, my beautiful
Polynesian girlfriend giggled and said, "I know what Ricky say now - it's
complicated; tee, hee, hee."

And as the boat slowly disappeared over the horizon, Tania lifted me up in her
powerful arms and cradled me like a mother would a small child. "Ricky sad
because friends go home. I understand and take Ricky back to hut now and make
him feel better." And boy did she ever.