"Fuck!" I cursed, punching my steering wheel. After several minutes of strange noises coming from my engine steam started to come up from the hood and the machine died completely. Luckily I was able to pull off to the side of the road.

I got out of the crossover SUV and surveyed my vehicle. I opened the hood and looked inside, seeing a cloud of steam, but not knowing what I was looking at or looking for. Once I thought about the situation for a second panic began to grip me. I was somewhere on a rural highway in a strange place. I had never been here before, I was passing through this area on my way across the country. I thought the road trip would be a fun little adventure. 

I hadn't seen another car in hours and I hadn't seen a house in a while. Once in a while I would see an old farmhouse between stands of trees. I looked down the long, straight line of the highway and began to estimate how long it would take to walk back to one of those homes. How long ago did I drive by one? How fast was I driving? It would probably be hours of walking. 

I hunkered down and decided to wait to see if anyone came by. I hid in the shade so as to avoid getting heatstroke as best I could. 

"Mister?" I jumped and opened my eyes. I must have fallen asleep sitting against a tree. A young woman with braised blond hair was leaning down, looking at me, "You alright?" 

"Yes, sorry... You startled me," I said. I looked around and another woman was on the road behind her. It was darker now. The sky was orange, suggesting the sun was about to set. "My car broke down." I stood up and got my bearings, "Could you drive me to a garage or something? There's no signal out here so I couldn't call for help." 

The blonde shook her head, "No garage for quite a ways, and it won't be open until Monday morning." It was a Saturday, so I guess they were closed on Sundays. "You shouldn't stay out here, not by yourself. Why don't you come back with us?" 

"I don't know..." 

She nodded, "Come on, meet my sister." I hopped back up to the highway and met the other young woman. She looked a year or two older. I told them how I ended up here. 

The older sister said, "You should come stay with us. You'll dry out in the heat waiting out here, and you never know when someone else will be around. We've got someone handy with engines, it might be she can fix up your car on her own." 

"Really?" I asked. They both nodded. I grabbed my personal belongings and got into their pickup truck and we rolled down the highway. The blond woman asked me questions as we drove along the dark highway. They both seemed surprised that I was so far from home. 

"Goodness, you must have been scared out here all on your own," she said. 

"I would say I was nervous for sure," I said with a little laugh. "Does your family own a farm near here?" They seemed like country girls, but not quite. 

"We live in a little farming community," the older sister said. "It's like a family farm though." 

About an hour down the road the truck pulled off onto a dirt track that would have been incredibly easy to miss. We bounced around until finally the truck came upon what I thought was a farm. There were many buildings though. It took me a moment to recognize the little houses and realized it was a small village. 

The sisters guided me into a little rustic cottage, calling it a guest house. I saw a couple of women standing outside, watching the truck come in, curious expressions on their faces as they saw me. This was all very strange. I thought about leaving, but I feared getting lost in the woods. I uneasily went to sleep. 

A gentle knock on the door in the morning woke me up and I saw the blond from the day before, Holly, standing in the doorway with a platter with breakfast and tea. "I'm sorry for waking you, but I thought you'd be hungry." We sat at a table and she explained. "I'm sorry for not being upfront with you, but I didn't want to scare you," she said. She gestured, "This is what's called an intentional community. You might think of it as a commune. We live and work together and support one another. We see it as our duty to help others when the opportunity presents itself." 

I had a lot of questions, but Holly did a good job assuaging my fears. She explained that their home wasn't so different from a traditional village. I was afraid to ask if this was a cult, but Holly seemed reasonable, and so had Maggie. 

After I ate Holly showed me around. The dense forest hid this little place from the outside world quite effectively. People were busy going about their days, tending to gardens, doing housework, caring for animals, and children were playing. It was actually quite pleasant. There were fields of wildflowers tended to fat honeybees. Holly explained that the honeybees were very important to the community since honey was great for trade and very healthy for people. 

I met the mechanic and we drove out to my car. She managed to give the vehicle a once over and declared she might be able to fix it. We towed it back and she put it in a building that looked like a cross between a garage and barn. At the end of the day she declared that she would need to buy the parts. As she cleaned the grease off her hands she told me, "You can get a tow to a garage - which will be expensive, and then sit around as they fix it. Or, I can buy the parts you need and do the work here." 

"Really?" 

"Mmhmm, but you'll have to earn your keep. You get my help so long as you contribute. It'll save you a lot in the end," she said. She gave me an estimate of what the garage would charge and I almost fell over. I agreed. 

The delays started as expected. The part wasn't in so they had to order it. That would take a few days, and then the mechanic needed time to do the work. All the while I got more comfortable inside the community and with the women I met. I noticed that there wasn't a lot of men in the community. Definitely not fifty percent. When I asked about it Maggie said, "Some men don't like how we do things. They want to call the shot and have women serve their every whim." I had heard about communities like this blowing up from jealousy and philosophical differences. 

After a week the dreams began... In the first dream I woke up to Holly, naked and on top of me. The dream was not entirely unexpected... Holly was a beautiful woman. It all felt so real. My head swam as I watched her body move up and down, riding me. I went to touch her but my hand wouldn't move. I slowly moved my head to see my arms bound to the bed. When I looked back at her, feeling drunk and dreamy, she just grinned, her long hair moving around her shoulders and breasts in waves. When I woke up I saw no proof of my dream. It was all in my head... 

But they continued.   

When I woke up one day I remembered Holly in the dream saying something. She demanded I give her my seed... 

One night it wasn't just Holly. She was there in the room, but it was Maggie who was on top of me. "What's... happening?" I murmured. 

Holly rushed in and kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, "It's just a dream. A sweet dream. Now be an obedient bull and cum." I groaned and Maggie rode me harder until I came and passed out. 

I was feeling embarrassed by these intense fantasies.

And then I noticed something odd. I checked my wrist to see if there was any bruising, and when I looked at my watch it was strapped on upside down... 

Panic raced through me. I got dressed and went to see the mechanic. "My car, do you think it'll be ready soon?" 

She cocked her head, "No, not today for sure. I've got some things to tend to. Why? You're not in a hurry to leave are you? You should make yourself at home for now." The smile on her face made my blood run cold. 

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Thank you for reading my prompt! The basic premise is that the commune/cult is dominated by the women who live there. They obviously have need for men for certain reasons and so when Holly and Maggie stumble upon a healthy young man, they try to bring him into their fold. I like the darker elements here: the sleep play, the non-consent, forced breeding, and the femdom aspects. I generally don't push too far in those directions, but I am open to other ideas.

I had the notion that might treat sex as something women dictate, and they choose their mates. I referenced the honeybees thinking maybe there might be a queen-worker vs. drone dynamic, but nothing concrete. 

I haven't defined the religion or beliefs of this cult/commune. I'm happy to brainstorm ideas together.

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