Hillbilly Hi Jinks
By Valerafon
Two small men encounter some very tall Hillbilly women.

Caution: Adult Situations.



Chapter 1     Ms. Applegate

Bill and I were waiting to go into Ms. Applegate's office. Her secretary 
glanced up from his word processor and surveyed us for a few moments. He 
gave us a curious smile, chuckled to himself, then went back to the 
letter he was typing. From then on, he paid little attention to us. Both 
Bill and I tried not to look too nervous as we waited  to be summoned 
into our boss's lair. 

Like usual, we were ten minutes early for our meeting. Both Bill and I 
knew it just didn't pay to be late for one of Ms. Applegate's meetings. 
She was the most forceful woman I had ever encountered, and yes, she was 
also the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on as well. But her 
great beauty wasn't the most commanding thing about her. Her immense 
size was the first thing one had to notice. She was an inch or two over 
seven feet tall. In her high heels, which she always wore, she was 
almost two and a half feet taller than Bill or myself. I was a little 
over five feet tall and Bill was barely five foot even. 

Both of us had started on the same day about a month ago at Am-Zon 
Enterprises. Am-Zon was a firm that had a string of health spa's all up 
and down the East Coast. They also sold fitness equipment and 
specialized in dietary supplements for women. They were quickly making a 
name for themselves in the fitness industry and the firm was rapidly 
expanding. It was a great opportunity and the pay was fabulous. Almost 
twice what I expected for a position like this, but I wasn't 
complaining. 

Both Bill and I were special assistants to Ms. Applegate who was one of 
the Executive Vice President's of the firm. Both Bill and I thought she 
would some day make a great president. She definitely had the brains and 
drive for the job. 

The most unique thing about the firm was that it was run entirely by 
women..tall beautiful women. Oh, there were men who worked for the firm, 
but they had low paying jobs like Mike Lansing, Ms. Applegate's personal 
secretary. In fact, Bill and I held the highest positions of any man at 
the firm. Highest may be a misleading term though. Neither of us had 
done anything of any significance since we arrived. Ms. Applegate had 
told us on many occasions that we were still in training. 

One of the strangest things about the men who worked for the firm was 
that they were all diminutive in stature. All were the size of Bill and 
myself or just a little bit taller. There was no man over 5'5'' who 
worked for the firm. While the women on the other hand, were all very 
tall and incredibly beautiful specimens of their gender. There was no 
women under six feet tall who was employed by Am-Zon. 

This fact took some getting use too. I had been very self conscious of 
my height ever since high school. I was the smallest person in my class 
except for a few of the women. I found that working with all of these 
tall beautiful women was a little intimidating. What made it worse was 
the fact that I was attracted to tall women. It had been a fantasy of 
mine for many years, an unfulfilled fantasy. I just didn't think a tall 
beautiful woman would care to go out with a much smaller man. 

For some reason, all the women who worked for Am-Zon were unusually 
friendly and it sure seemed like they preferred smaller men. Many 
flirted with Bill and I on a daily basis. I have to admit that all the 
attention I received from these beauties did do wonders for my ego. 

I glanced at my watch and then glanced at Bill with a wry smile on my 
face. He was looking my way and he smiled back at me. He appeared to be 
a little nervous. Ms. Applegate always had that effect on him. Heck! Who 
am I kidding. She had that effect on me as well, and on all men she came 
in contact with. 

Another five minutes passed and still no summons from our boss. I 
glanced over at Bill again, he was fidgeting in his chair trying to 
straighten his tie. Bill was a lot like me, same disposition and easy 
going manner. We even had the same tastes. It was inevitable that we 
would hit it off. In one short month, he had become one of my best 
friends. Maybe, it was our height that made us gravitate toward each 
other. Whatever the cause, we found ourselves spending more and more 
time together away from work. I knew I could trust him and the reverse 
was true. I thanked my lucky stars, finding close friends was becoming 
harder in today's dog-eat-dog work place. 

Finally, I heard the intercom and Ms. Applegate's voice. 

"Snookums, is Mr. Francis and Mr. Ford there." 

"Yes Pooky" Mike the secretary answered in a high lilting voice. 

"Good! Send them in!" 

Mike motioned us forward with a wave of his hand. He couldn't help but 
chuckle again as we walked by. 

Bill and I opened the door and walked into Ms. Applegate's expansive 
office. She was dictating a letter behind her huge oak desk. She saw us 
and motioned us forward with a gesture of her hand. Everything in her 
office was gigantic, just like her. I tried to suppress the feeling that 
was overtaking me, but I couldn't. I always felt like a little kid in 
her presence, and especially in her office. 

She continued to talk as we approached, but motioned for us to sit in 
two chairs that were positioned by the side of her desk. I hated those 
chairs. They were so big that we almost had to climb into them to sit 
down. As always, I was more than a little embarrassed when my feet 
didn't touch the floor. 

I glanced over at Bill and knew that he must be feeling the same  
emotion that I was feeling at the moment..embarrassment. Ms. Applegate 
noticed our expressions with amusement as she finished dictating the 
letter and put the microphone down. There was silence for a few moments 
as Ms. Applegate  wrote something in her day planner. An amused smile 
continued to spread across her face as she glanced back at the both of 
us and continued writing. Bill and I always waited in silence till Ms. 
Applegate spoke first. 

I couldn't help it, I found myself checking her out as she wrote. She 
always gave us this time, for some reason, before our meetings began. I 
think she enjoyed our awed appreciation of her many stunning attributes. 

I don't know why, but the first thing I always noticed about  Ms. 
Applegate, when she was sitting down, was her hair. It was the color of 
wheat which she kept in a tight bun. On more than one occasion, I had a 
vision of her unpinning it and letting it flow down her shoulders. For 
some reason, I always had an urge to bury my face in that beautiful hair 
of hers. 

Another prominent feature were her eyes. They were big and round  and 
very blue. That fit her overall look perfectly. I loved her blue eyes. 
They looked like two iridescent pools of  blue water shimmering in the 
moonlight. I wanted to dive into those pools and loose myself in them 
forever.  

Her nose on the other hand was very classic in appearance. It reminded 
me of a nose you might see on a Greek statue. Her most prominent 
feature, though, had to be those lips of hers. They were very large and 
sensuous lips that dominated her face. It was hard to look at her and 
not fix one's gaze on those luscious red lips. They took ones breath 
away. Yes! I dreamt about kissing her. What man wouldn't? 

Finally, she put her pen down and turned her head towards us. I knew 
what was coming next. The thought made me tremble in anticipation. She 
pushed herself away from her desk and turned her chair to face us. In 
almost the same motion she crossed her huge legs. Acres of  gorgeous 
thigh were exposed as her miniskirt hiked up those awesome legs of hers. 
Like always, I fought back the urge to look at her legs, but it was a 
useless endeavor. My eyes wondered down her form to those mammoth and 
luscious legs encased in sheer nylon. They kept wandering all the way 
down to her high heel pumps then slowly back up her legs once again. I 
felt my heart start to race and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't 
take my eyes from those beautiful legs of hers. 

Like a bee to honey my eyes kept staring at those luscious legs. No 
matter how many times I saw her, I was amazed at her perfection. Her 
body was Amazonian in stature, but perfectly proportioned. I figured she 
had to weigh more than twice as much as my 115 pounds, but there wasn't 
an ounce of fat anywhere on her body, just muscle. My eyes fixed once 
gain on those incredible thighs, they had to be bigger around than my 
waist, but they were so damn long and sexy looking. They took my breath 
away. Sometimes I would day dream that those legs of hers encircled my 
neck or waist. I knew they could crush me in seconds, but what a way to 
go. 

I heard her giggle and my thoughts returned to the reality of the 
moment. I felt a drop of sweat run down my face. When she was near I 
always started to sweat. It was another reaction to her  I just couldn't 
control. Finally, I looked back up at her and she was still smiling and 
looking directly at me. It seemed like she was staring right through me. 
I felt myself swallow hard, but I managed to give her a rather forced 
smile back in return as I waited nervously for her to start the meeting. 

Her first words surprised me. 

"Well gentlemen, you've been working for me for over a month now. I 
think it's time we were on a first name basis. My name is Marylou." 

Bill and I looked at each other a little surprised then back at her and 
acknowledged her remark with a nod as she continued on. "Boys, today you 
get your first assignment. I want you to work on it together," she 
informed us. 

Finally something important to do I thought. It was about time. 

"But first, before you get your assignment," she explained and then 
paused for a long moment. Then she smiled that wicked little smile of 
hers and motioned with her finger for Bill and I to approach. Like 
before, we knew what was coming next, but we both seemed powerless to 
stop it. It was a ritual that took place at every meeting. It was 
terribly embarrassing, but like most men I rationalized it in my mind by 
thinking that the money was just too damn good to give up. 

Bill and I  looked at each other and sighed. Then we climbed down from 
our chairs and approached Ms. Applegate...I mean Marylou. We each walked 
to a different side of her chair and stood before her and waited for 
what was about to happen next. 

"Your such good little guys!" she exclaimed as she tweaked my cheek with 
her fingers. Then she did the same thing with Bill's cheek. What 
happened next was not unexpected.  She reached over with her giant hands 
and grabbed Bill around his waist. It seemed like her fingers almost 
completely encircled his tiny midsection. In one easy motion she 
effortlessly lifted him up and on to her left thigh. Seconds later, she 
did the same thing with me. She hoisted me effortlessly opposite Bill 
onto her right thigh. I have to admit, it was a very strange feeling to 
be sitting on your boss's thigh with your feet barely touching the 
floor. 

I was so embarrassed I closed my eyes for a moment, but yet it was so 
thrilling all at the same time. The conflicting emotions made my head 
swim. Sometimes, I didn't understand myself at all. She then grabbed a 
piece of paper from the table and put an arm around each of us for 
support. She bent down slightly and we found ourselves very near to 
Marylou. Her perfume filled the air and that only made matters worse. 

As she held us close, she started to unfold the paper in her hands and 
talk at the same time. "OK guys, here's your first assignment. This map 
will give you directions to a highway marker out in the country. I want 
you to go out to this spot and assess the land. We're thinking of 
building a fitness center there." 

It seemed like an easy enough task. It must be near a town I thought. 
Why else would they want a fitness center in the country? 

Marylou paused for a few seconds while we surveyed the map. She had a 
few more things to tell us though, "Check out a company car this 
afternoon, I want you two to leave the first thing tomorrow morning. Can 
you do that for me guys?" 

"Yes ma'am," we answered in unison. 

"Call me Marylou!" 

"Yes Marylou," we both answered simultaneously once again. 

After our answer, her arms started to squeeze us tightly together. In a 
few seconds it started to get confining. 

"Your such good little guys. I could just hug you to pieces!" she 
exclaimed. 

By this time neither Bill or I couldn't speak or even cry out. Her hug 
had become a mind numbing embrace. It took both our breaths away. In the 
next instant, we were both lifted off her big thighs as she stood with 
us in her arms. Our feet dangled more than a foot off the ground. She 
still held us tightly as she walked, so tightly in fact, that neither of 
us could protest. She gave us each a little kiss on the cheek and moved 
towards her couch with us securely held in her iron grip. I knew what 
was about to happen next. It was how every private meeting ended, but 
there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it, and I wasn't sure if I 
wanted to even try. 

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Chapter 2     The Twins 

Bill and I left Durham at about six in the morning in a company car. We 
headed west on highway 85 towards Hickory. Once at Hickory, we would be 
heading North deep into the Blue Ridge Mountains toward the Tennessee 
border. I remember thinking to myself that this was a strange place to 
put a fitness center. The towns were small and backward with little 
population, and what was even stranger, I knew we were heading straight 
into hillbilly country. I didn't think they needed or wanted a fitness 
center. 

By early afternoon we were deep into the mountains and getting close to 
the mark on the map. The strange thing about the spot was that it was 
located a few miles from where we were on a dirt road. Maybe, Marylou 
knew something we didn't know. We turned off the small highway on the 
indicated dirt road and headed for who knows what. 

Ten minutes later we were at the indicated spot on the map. We pulled 
the car off the road in the middle of nowhere. The land, on both sides 
of the road, was  rocky mountainside. Both Bill and I looked at each 
other with  puzzled expressions on our faces. Neither of us spoke for a 
few seconds as we stared out at the scenery in perplexed confusion. 

"Let's get out and check it out," I said with no conviction. 

When we were out of the car, it took us a few moments to realize we 
weren't alone. Neither of us had noticed her till now. There was a very 
tall women looking under the hood of her pickup truck about fifty feet 
up the road. She apparently was having trouble with the engine. 

She wasn't dressed like what I expected a local denizen of these parts 
to be dressed like. She was wearing an expensive blouse and mini skirt 
combination. The skirt had a slit up the side and showed off much of her 
beautiful long legs as she bent over the front of her truck. She was 
also wearing a black pair of high heels. I had to admit she looked good 
from the back. I wondered what she looked like from the front. I knew 
Bill and I were about to find out. Her wardrobe certainly didn't go with 
the old beat up pickup truck she was driving. 

We looked at each other for a second or two, silently shrugged our 
shoulders, and walked towards her to see if we could help. As we got 
closer, I began to realize just how tall she really was. She was every 
bit as tall as Marylou Applegate. When she heard us approach, she turned 
around to face us. She was a middle aged women and very good looking. 

When we reached the truck, I remembered thinking that she seemed even 
taller than Marylou. Both Bill and I came up to her midriff. 

She greeted us in a deep southern drawl. "Lordy, two knights in shining 
armor to help old Thelma." 

She didn't look all that old. As a matter of fact, I thought she looked 
pretty good. I took the initiative. "What seems to be the matter ma'am? 
Can we help?" 

"Sure can, if you know anything about trucks." 

All three of us peered under the hood for a few moments. I got that 
feeling of  being a small child again. I thought that she not only was 
as tall as Marylou, but she even resembled her a little. 

"I have some tools in the back of the truck, if one of you gentleman 
will follow me," she offered. 

Bill followed her around to the back of the pickup while I tried to find 
the problem under the hood. I couldn't help but take a look at her legs 
once again as she and Bill went around the truck. She was well preserved 
for a middle aged woman I thought. 

When they got to the back of the truck she pointed to an old tool box. 
"You might find something of use in there," she stated. 

Bill opened the box and reached in for some tools. That's when it 
happened. 

The tall women grabbed Bill from behind making sure to put a hand over 
his mouth so he couldn't yell out. She effortlessly lifted him off the 
ground squeezing him very tightly. She had him so well controlled he 
couldn't scream out for help, and he was finding it hard to breath. She 
held him effortlessly in a crushing embrace and he quickly found that he 
couldn't move his chest to take in oxygen. The woman pinched his 
nostrils shut and Bill found all his air cut off. In a matter of 
seconds, he began to loose consciousness. There hadn't been a single 
sound from the back of the truck to indicate to me that there was a 
problem. 

Oblivious to what was happening in the back of the truck I yelled out, 
"I found the problem! Your distributor cap is off." 

Curious I thought. 

Meanwhile in the back of the truck, Bill had lost consciousness. 

I heard her yell out, "Land-a-Goshin! I wonder how that could of 
happened. Old Thelma would of been stuck out here if it wasn't for you 
two boys." While she talked, Thelma was putting Bill's unconscious body 
neatly in the back of the pickup truck. 

In a soft voice she said to Bill's unconscious body, "You have a good 
nap little feller and I'll go get your friend. You two are absolutely 
perfect!" She patted his cheek with one of her big hands and moved 
around the truck toward the other little guy fixing the engine...me. 

When I saw her approaching, Bill was nowhere to be seen. "Where's Bill I 
asked?" 

Her expression had changed. She looked at me like I was a newly opened 
box of chocolates. "Oh! He decided to take a nap." 

I looked at her incredulously and said, "A nap!" 

"Yup! You'll both be easier to handle that way." 

I looked at her face, saw the expression of a predator ready to pounce, 
and started to slowly back up. Before I could make much progress, she 
leaped at me and pushed me down till her mammoth thighs encircled my 
waist. I tried to pry her legs open, but they felt like steel beams. I 
knew immediately I was hopelessly trapped. She had her hands on her hips 
and was looking down at me as she held me helpless. She had a big grin 
on her face as she calmly surveyed her catch for a few moments. This 
strange woman was easily controlling me with just the power in her legs. 
In the next instant, I felt that power. 

Instantaneously, I felt the compression from her huge thighs. It felt 
like my insides would burst. The pressure was unbearable, and I knew I 
didn't have the strength to free myself, but still my hands groped at 
her thighs trying to pry those twin steel beams of hers apart. 

Through the pain and unbearable pressure, I could hear her talking. 
"Marylou, sure is a good daughter for sending me you two." 

Marylou is her daughter? Her words made it through to my brain, even 
through the pain. 

"Your kinda cute, and I know Bettyjo will like that little mustache of 
yours. And I'm sure Bobbyjo will just love that little redheaded guy. 
She's very partial to redheads." 

The pain! What was she talking about? 

Everything was getting kind of foggy, but I could still hear her talking 
from a great distance. "Yep! I'm sure my daughters are just going to 
love their new toys. Maybe, they'll even marry up with you two little 
fellers." 

I was about to say something, but I couldn't form the words. Finally, 
blackness filled my mind and I must have passed out. 

Thelma Applegate carried the unconscious body to the back of the pickup 
truck and carefully placed him along side the other little guy. She put 
up the tail gate and clasped her hands together in the signal of a job 
well done. Before she drove off to the cabin, she had one final comment 
and said it like the two men could still hear her, "Yep! My daughters 
sure are going to love their presents. This is going to be the best 
birthday they ever had." 

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I woke up in a cabin. I couldn't move. I quickly realized that my hands 
were tied behind my back and my feet were tied as well. I could see that 
my feet were tied with nylons. I assumed my hands were tied in the same 
manner. I had been stripped to my T-shirt and shorts. I glanced over at 
Bill and he had been reduced to the same state and was tied in a similar 
manner. 

Bill was laying beside me and was still out cold. I surveyed the cabin 
for a few moments. It was a rather large and homey place, but  it was 
something straight out of Appalachia. I quickly realized our captor was 
nowhere to be found. 

In a low voice I said, "Bill wake up!" and moved my bound legs, as best 
I could, over to his body and tapped him gently. In a few moments he 
began to stir. 

When he was fully awake he asked, "What the hell happened?" 

"That lady kidnapped us!" 

He gave me a strange looked and repeated, "Kidnapped us?" 

"Ya," I answered, "and I think our boss, Marylou Applegate, is her 
daughter." 

"Marylou, her daughter. That's crazy!" he said incredulously. 

"No! Look how tall that woman is. I think we've been set up," I told 
him. 

"Why?" he asked. 

I shrugged my shoulders. I hadn't come up with that answer myself yet. 

Just then the lady who kidnapped us came back into the room. I 
remembered her name was Thelma. She was humming a tune and carrying a 
big box. I noticed she had changed clothes and was now wearing some old 
overalls and work boots. 

"Well Well.. I see you little fellers are awake. Did you have a good 
nap?" she asked in an even tone of voice. 

"What are you going to do with us?" Bill asked excitedly. 

"Why get you ready for my daughters is all. You two are their birthday 
presents." 

Bill and I looked at each other than back at her. Was she crazy I 
wondered? But I still managed to get a question out, "Marylou is your 
daughter, isn't she?" 

She answered proudly, "Yup, and a mother never had a better daughter. 
She took to book learnen and left us, but she doesn't forget her old 
momma or the twins." 

Bill and I looked at each other again. We had been set up by a pro. 

Thelma chuckled out loud when she saw our looks of bewilderment and 
fear, then added, "She sent you two as presents. This is going to be the 
best birthday the twins ever had." 

Before either Bill or I could answer her there was a knock on the door. 
Thelma opened it and to my surprise in walked an officer of the law. It 
was another very tall woman. She was almost as tall as Thelma. Maybe, 
two or three inches smaller. She was wearing a very unconventional 
uniform. She had on a regular short sleeve shirt with a badge on it, and 
a sheriffs hat, but what she was wearing below was not conventional. She 
had on a pair of  dark blue short shorts and she was also wearing a fine 
pair of boots. She looked to be about thirty five and she was a real 
looker. My eyes went right to those legs. They were almost as good a set 
as Marylou had. 

She barely cleared the door, when she noticed us.  She was wearing a big 
smile on her face as she inspected us with her eyes. I immediately 
blurted out, "We've been kidnapped!" 

The sheriff  immediately turned to Thelma and the two women looked at 
each other for a few seconds before they broke out into laughter. 

Finally, Thelma stopped laughing and addressed us, "This here is Wilma, 
she's the local sheriff. And if you didn't get my name, I'm Thelma. I'm 
the tallest woman in these here parts. I'm 7'3'' tall and Wilma here is 
just a little bit smaller than me. You two are going to find that all of 
the women around here are real tall and very strong." 

After Thelma stopped talking, Wilma walked forward and cupped my chin 
with her big right hand. I couldn't help it, I flinched. 

Wilma laughed and said, "Now don't be frightened little one." Then she 
turned and asked Thelma, "Can I examine the merchandise?" 

"Sure! Go right ahead! My daughters aren't going to be home for awhile 
yet!" 

After the OK from Thelma, Wilma placed her hands under my armpits and 
lifted me up off the floor. I kept rising up and up and up till she held 
me out at arms length over her head. I couldn't help but be astounded at 
her strength and at the ease with which she handled me. All I could do 
was stare down at her in amazement. 

"He sure enough is a handsome little guy. Which twin do you think will 
take a shine to this little feller, Thelma?" As she asked her question, 
she hefted me up and down to check my weight. 

"I think Bettyjo will take a shine to that one," Thelma answered. 

"This city slicker sure is light as a feather," the sheriff  told 
Thelma, "Bettyjo's gonna have to be careful with his little body." 

Thelma chuckled at the remark then got serious for a second, "I was 
beginning to get worried. My daughters didn't take to none of the men in 
these here parts. Today is their eighteenth birthday. They should have 
been married long ago. I was starting to worry they might become old 
maids." 

Wilma looked at her friend and laughed. "Nonsense, I didn't get married 
till I was almost seventeen and I've been married three times since." 
Then she added evenly, "Men just tend to wear out on me." 

Both women looked at each other and laughed. All the while Wilma held me 
up effortlessly in mid air. She turned back to me and lifted me up and 
down again surveying my body. While she did this, she spoke to Thelma 
again, "I drove their car here. I parked it around back like you 
wanted..Remind me to give you the keys before I leave." 

"Thanks for the favor Wilma. I owe you one," Thelma told her friend. 

 "If my new man wears out on me, Maybe, Marylou can send me one of these 
here city slickers. He'd do fine, if  he's like this one." 

Both women laughed once again. 

Then Wilma added while she stared up into my frightened face, "Maybe, 
I'll git me one of these city slickers anyway. Two's better than one. 
Always good to have a spare." 

Both women laughed again. 

"No problem, Wilma," Thelma said still chuckling. 

Wilma finally put me down and picked up Bill in the same manner. He 
looked terrified as she held him high in the air. I wondered if I had 
the same expression on my face when she was holding me. I was sure I 
must have looked just as frightened. 

Looking up at Bill, Wilma said to Thelma, "I got to be going. This ones 
cute too." 

"So soon," Thelma said sadly. "I thought you might want to see the girls 
open their presents." 

Wilma said with disgust, "My deputies waiting fer me in the car and I 
got to go see the parents of those three McCoy sisters again." 

"What they do know?" Thelma asked disgustedly. 

"They went to Possum County, beat up the boys basketball team, and drug 
em all the way back here." 

"Lordy, five boys!" Thelma said shaking her head in disbelief. 

"Hell no! Thelma," Wilma replied, "the whole team!...all twelve boys. 
We're in a heap a trouble with Possum County again. I told the sheriff 
over there that I'll bring the boys right back. I sure hope they'll all 
able to travel?" 

After she gave Thelma a run down of the events, she put Bill down, 
patted him on the top of the head, and headed for the door. 

As Wilma left, she told Thelma, "Be sure and let me know how the twins 
like their presents?" 

Thelma laughed and while she saw her friend out the door, she told her, 
"I surely will, Wilma...I surely will." 

When Thelma came back in, she faced Bill and I with her hands on her 
hips and a wicked little smile on her face. I had no idea what was 
coming next. 

Thelma must have read my mind, she immediately gave us the bad news. 
"Well boys, the twins will be home soon. Time to git you two ready." 

Bill asked the question this time. "Wh...What are you going to do with 
us?" he stammered out. 

She chuckled again before she answered him. "I'm going to put you two in 
that there box. You know how girls like to unwrap presents. But first I 
got to git you two ready." 

First, she got a pair of socks from one of the girl's bedrooms. She 
stuffed a smelly old sock in each of our mouths and taped our mouths 
shut. We were informed that she didn't want us yelling and giving the 
surprise away. Then she tied a pink ribbon in both Bill and my hair, and 
pulled down our shorts and tied a pink ribbon around each of our 
penises. After she was done tying the ribbon in a neat bow, she pulled 
our shorts back up. She said the girls will just love that surprise when 
they find it. I closed my eyes from the shame. 

After she had us both ready to her satisfaction, she picked me up and 
placed me in the box. Then it was Bills turn. She folded the top shut 
and as we waited helplessly inside, I heard her placing something over 
the box. I was sure it was wrapping paper. After the noise stopped, she 
poked some holes in the box so we could breath. 

She yelled to us and I could just make out what she was saying, "You 
boys git comfortable, ya here. My girls will be home soon." 

We didn't have long to wait. It couldn't have been more than ten minutes 
when I heard excited female voices in the room. The box started to move 
and I could envision the girls ripping off the wrapping paper. In a 
flash the box was open and I stared up into three female faces. I heard 
the girls give out with a startled little gasp. They looked like they 
had just opened a box a chocolates and hadn't eaten for days. 

In the next instant, hands reached down and grabbed me and Bill 
simultaneously. We found ourselves being lifted by the teens right out 
of the box and into the air again. They held us up and surveyed their 
gifts. Thelma proudly looked on watching her girls reactions. 

The girls looked at us with smiles on their faces and glee in their 
eyes. One of the girls said, "Oh Momma this is just too much!...thanks 
Momma!" 

The other one yelled out too, "Yes thanks,  Momma!" 

"Nothing's too good for my girls," a very proud Thelma stated. Then she 
thought a second and added, "You have to thank your sister too. She sent 
these little fellows here." 

"Oh we will Momma!" both girls said in unison, "we will!" 

As Bill and I were held by the girls in mid air, they looked us over 
very carefully. After their inspection of us, the girls looked at each 
other and nodded some silent understanding. In a flash, Bill and I were 
transferred to the arms of the other girl. 

Thelma yelled out, "Bobbyjo, I knew you'd take a shine to that one, and 
Bettyjo, I knew you'd like the one with the mustache." 

Both girls in unison once again said, "We do Momma... we do!" 

The girls just held us up in mid air for a very long time as they 
surveyed us. They looked like two termites that had just found a lumber 
yard. Their appraisal of us gave me time to survey the girls as well. 
Both had the same face. It was obvious they were identical twins. They 
looked so young, far younger than eighteen years I thought. There hair 
was a lighter blond than their moms and both wore it in a double 
ponytail. I knew that added to their very young look. 

Their faces were so cute, young, and fresh looking, they took my breath 
away. They had blue eyes like their mom and older sister and in contrast 
a cute upturned nose. Their teenage features were very delicate looking, 
but in a very beautiful sort of way. They looked so perky and cute too, 
I couldn't believe they just turned eighteen. They looked much younger. 
But the girls had their families trademark.. those big beautiful 
sensuous lips. I couldn't help but swallow hard as I looked down upon 
these beautiful young teenage girls. 

Their Amazonian bodies were a big contrast to their delicate features. 
The girls were smaller than their mother and older sister, but only by 
several inches. They didn't have those gangly bodies you saw on tall 
high school girls either. They were solidly built and in perfect 
proportion. They seemed to be handling Bill and my weight as 
effortlessly as their mother did. 

The girls were wearing halter tops and cut off jeans. The jeans were cut 
very short and exposed all of the girls creamy white thighs. They 
definitely had legs to die for, but you could see the power in them as 
well. 

Thelma broke the spell by saying, "Why don't you introduce yourselves. I 
never did catch these little fellers names." 

Bettyjo went first, "My name is Bettyjo. Today is my eighteenth birthday 
and I'm 6'10'' inches tall and I weigh 230 pounds. Just like my sister, 
Bobbyjo." 

Thelma came over and took the tape off and the sock out of my mouth 
while Bettyjo kept me suspended above the ground. Then she went over to 
Bill and did the same thing. After that, all the women stared at me. I 
knew what they wanted and I didn't have much choice. I said, "My name is 
Mark Francis. I'm almost twenty six and I weigh 115 pounds and I'm 5'1'' 
tall." 

Bettyjo looked me straight in the eye and said, "You sure are purdy!" 
Then she looked towards her mom and asked, "Can I keep him, Momma?" 

Her mom laughed and replied, "I don't see why not dear. He shouldn't be 
much trouble and he is your birthday present." 

Bettyjo smiled broadly and lifted me up and down a few times. As she 
hefted me up and down, she said to me excitedly, "Did you hear that 
little one? You belong to me now. Were going to have so much fun playing 
together." 

I didn't answer her. I had to have time to think and to plan. I had to 
get out of this somehow. 

When Bettyjo's and my introductions were done, Thelma looked to Bobbyjo 
and asked her, "What's your little toys name?" 

I heard Bill say with a little prompting from Bobbyjo, "My name is Bill 
Ford. I'm 27 years old and I'm five feet tall and weigh almost 105 
pounds." 

Bobbyjo smiled and said, "You may be 27, but your my baby, just you 
remember that or I'll tan your hide but good." 

Bill looked at her with a frightened expression on his face and replied, 
"Yes ma'am!" 

Bobbyjo kissed his cheek and said to the women, "See I got him trained 
already." 

The girls laughed. 

Finally, Bobbyjo looked back to Bill and told him softly, "You can call 
me Boobyjo, honey." 

Bill nodded in awe, but remained silent. I think he was too frightened 
at the moment to talk much. 

Bettyjo the twin that was holding me, asked her mom, "Momma, could you 
untie my little feller's hands and feet?" 

"Sure honey!" she said and untied the nylon bonds around my wrists and 
ankles while Bettyjo held me high in the air so her mom could work. 
Thelma untied Bill's bonds as well. After we were both untied, Bettyjo 
held me even higher and said to her mom, "He's kind of scrawny, Momma." 

Thelma answered her daughter, "I know dear. Their just like our men 
folk. But he sure is handsome and Marylou says he's smart as a whip." 

"You are!" Bettyjo said with a big smile on her face looking straight up 
at me. 

I felt stupid, but I nodded yes. 

The next thing Bettyjo made me do was down right embarrassing. Make a 
muscle for me, honey," Bettyjo commanded. 

I felt ridiculous, but I wasn't in a position where I thought I could 
defy her..I made a muscle. 

"Lordy!...Would you look at that, Momma!" Bettyjo exclaimed. 

"Pitiful! Thelma piped in. 

Bettyjo grabbed my muscle and squeezed. 

"YEOW!" I yelped. 

"Bettyjo! Be careful," her mom warned.. "Their awful fragile." 

"I will be, Momma." Then she placed me on her hip so she could make a 
muscle. It was as big as a navel orange. My eyes bugged out of their 
sockets. 

"Here little feller...squeeze this!" she said. 

I squeezed. It was rock solid. Arnold Swartzenagger would have been 
proud of that muscle. 

Then she looked me in the eye and said, "Never forget, little one..I'm 
big and strong and your scrawny and weak. You have to do everything I 
say." 

As I gazed into her teenage eyes, I found myself nodding involuntarily 
in the affirmative. I gulped hard and I noticed I was sweating. It was 
the same reaction her older sister had on me. 

"Lordy! I almost forgot Thelma said, "hold the boys up, I have another 
surprise fer my daughters." 

The girls held us high in the air while their mother pulled down our 
shorts. To my embarrassment I was as hard as a rock. 

Both girls gave startled little gasps and started to giggle. Bettyjo 
held me even higher in the air so she could take a real good look at the 
pink ribbon around my pecker and asked, "Is that fer me..little feller?" 

I was so embarrassed I closed my eyes which only brought more laughter 
from Bettyjo. 

After a few more embarrassing comments from the girls, Thelma had some 
more news for the group. "Supper will be ready in a couple of hours. Why 
don't you girls take them down to the waterfall and wash them good. I 
had to be a little forceful with them earlier and their pretty dirty." 

The girls yelled, "Yahoo!" and started to carry us out the door. 

Their mom stopped them before they could leave. "Put your suits on girls 
and don't take off their clothes till you get to the river. There's God 
fearing folks in these hills." 

"Yes Momma!" the girls said and then carried us to their separate rooms. 

Bettyjo sat me on the bed and just stood and looked at me for a few 
seconds. Her hands were on her hips in a dominant pose as she surveyed 
me. I just sat their looking up at her too frightened to move or talk. 

Finally, she had some firm words for me as she went over to her closet. 
"Don't move little fella while I put on my swimsuit." 

While she undressed, I couldn't help but stare. She was tall flawless 
perfection. She had such a cute face and was so young, I didn't think it 
possible that she could be cross or mean with anything or anyone. I 
would soon find out otherwise. After all her clothes were off she put on 
a dark blue string bikini. First, she put her bottoms on and tied the 
strings and while she was putting her top on, I dashed for the window. 

I had the window open, but didn't make it all the way out. An arm like a 
steel beam encircled my neck and pulled me back inside. It was an 
irresistible force to me. I felt myself being pulled farther and farther 
away from the window towards Bettyjo's bed. 

In the next instant, she threw me on the bed and said, "That was very 
stupid, but I guess your training has to start sometime." 

Then she dove at me. We tussled for a few seconds on the bed. It was 
useless on my part to resist. She was an irresistible force and I was a 
very moveable object. In no time, I found myself pulled over her lap as 
she sat on the side of the bed. My arm was bent back in a painful 
position and she had me completely secured and totally helpless. Bettyjo 
then pulled my shorts down and started to fondle my ass cheeks. My penis 
was smashed into one of her creamy white thighs. I couldn't help it, I 
felt myself getting hard. 

Bettyjo must have felt my penis get hard and she asked, "So you like 
being disciplined?" 

"No!" I replied. 

"Well, your little dickie says otherwise," she answered in a mocking 
tone. 

I didn't answer her. What could I say? She had pretty strong evidence to 
the contrary. I was sure it was her thigh though that I was responding 
to. 

Finally, she stopped talking and returned to her work fondling my butt 
cheeks. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't move an inch. She had me 
totally helpless. Every time I struggled to get free, all I got were 
giggles from her. I felt so helpless and ashamed and when I remembered 
that this was a girl that had just turned eighteen doing this to me, it 
only heightened my shame. 

After a few seconds more of her exploration she commented in that cute 
little southern drawl of hers, "Boy! You don't git out much.. do you? Or 
this bottom wouldn't be so lily white. I would have thought for sure 
that some little girl would have broke you in before this." 

She continued to fondle and explore my rump for some time more before 
she finally said, "OK tuff guy! Git ready to be disciplined by a teenage 
girl. Purdy embarrassing....huh." 

I closed my eyes in shame. She wasn't a man, she could never know just 
how embarrassing it was. Almost immediately, I felt the first loud 
CRACK! It sounded like a gun shot and it took a second before the pain 
registered. After the first smack of her hand, the powerful blows 
started to rain down in a torrent of pain. I struggled again and again 
to get free, but got nowhere. 

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! She stopped a 
second to comment. "Your doing well. I usually have boys crying by this 
time. But you are the oldest guy I ever spanked, except for Mr. Dodge at 
the livery stable, but he's really old. 

She had spanked others? She had spanked a blacksmith? The questions in 
my mind soon became secondary to the burning I felt on my ass cheeks. 
The pain was getting too much to bare. I didn't want her to know I was 
already fighting back some tears. My ass was on fire. 

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! The pain was 
becoming unbearable. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! I couldn't hold back 
any longer, I started to plead, "Pleasssse! Bettyjo...stoppp! Crack! 
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! I started to beg. My ass was a 
burning cinder. "Pleasssse! I'll listen! I'll be good! I won't try to 
run away again..honest!...pleassssse!...I'll be a good boy!" Crack! 
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 

She mercifully stopped for a second and asked, "You promise to be a good 
little boy? And to do everything I say without hesitation? And to never 
run away again?" I didn't answer her fast enough and the blows started 
to rain down again. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! I don't know how long this 
continued, But I heard myself whimpering and pleading as the blows 
rained down with a hypnotic regularity my pain racked brain tried to 
keep time with. 

She stopped again to make another humiliating comment. "Aren't you 
ashamed to be so helpless in a teenagers arms?" Crack! Crack! Crack! 
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! I guess she 
didn't want an answer. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! The blows continued 
for a time longer and I started to cry. I couldn't help it. The pain was 
so terrible. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 

Finally, I couldn't take anymore and she got me to repeat everything she 
said. I cried the whole time I repeated her words. "I'll be a good boy! 
I promise. I'll do everything you say! I'll never try to run away 
again." 

The blows mercifully ended, and she turned me over and held me in her 
arms as she soothed me. "Good-boy! You must obey Bettyjo!" she told me 
in no uncertain terms. 

I was sobbing still, but I managed to get out, "I will! I promise! 
Pleasssse no more spanking." 

Bettyjo smiled at me and started to wipe the tears from my eyes. 
Finally, she answered me in a soothing voice, "OK little one!...But only 
if your good. You understand that don't you?" 

Still sobbing I looked up into those beautiful blue eyes and said, "I 
guess so. I promise I'll be good." 

Bettyjo smiled at me and said, "Good-boy!...Now give me some sugar. 

We kissed and I did feel a lot better. Afterwards she rocked me in her 
arms and hummed a little tune. I still gave out with a sob every now and 
then, but I felt content, and I almost fell asleep. 

Thelma came to the door to see what all the commotion was about. "Is 
everything all right in there Bettyjo?" 

"Yes mom! Marky was a bad boy and I had to give him a spanking," she 
yelled. 

"A spanking already?..Land-a-Goshin! OK dear, but it's getting late and 
you still have to take him and git him cleaned up," she yelled back, 
through the door, to her daughter. 

"OK Momma! He's being a good-boy now! I don't think I'll have anymore 
trouble with him. I'll be right out." 

Thelma chuckled to herself and moved away from the door. 

Bettyjo noticed the pink ribbon around my penis for the second time and 
started to giggle. She grabbed my waist and lifted me up in the air in 
front of her as she casually sat on the bed. 

"Marky! You may be weak and scrawny, but you sure measure up in other 
ways, " she said and then laughed. She lifted me higher to get a better 
look at the pink ribbon and my penis. 

I suffered in silence, but the shame was written all over my face for 
her to see. 

Bettyjo must have read my mind because she said, "Awwww!" and brought me 
down a little closer and planted a big kiss on my cheek. 

I was still sobbing a little, but the kiss did make me feel better. 

Then she got up and placed me like a small child on her right hip. I was 
staring right into her face as she said, "We're late! You be good now ya 
here." 

I put my arms around her neck and kissed her cheek. 

She chuckled and said, "You know how to git around me already don't 
you..you little rascal you." After she stopped talking she kissed me 
hard on the lips. It was wonderful and all the pain disappeared. I 
hugged her very tightly. 

In Bobbyjo's room Bill's arms had been tied tightly to his side with a 
couple of nylons and he had been hung from a hook in Bobbyjo's closet. 
While he hung this way, Bobbyjo changed into her string bikini. When she 
was done dressing, she casually unhooked bill from the door and untied 
his bonds. She placed him on her hip and handed him a bar of soap and a 
nap sack with two towels in it. She stopped at the mirror to admire 
their reflections. Bill looked on in dumbfounded fascination at his own 
reflection in the mirror. There he was a full grown man...sort of, on 
this teenagers hip. It was all too much for his mind to grasp. He closed 
his eyes and hung on tightly to Bobbyjo as she walked through the door 
laughing the whole time. 

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The girls walked slowly to the waterfall. It was about a half mile from 
the cabin. I was on Bettyjo's right hip and Bill was on Bobbyjo's left 
hip. The girls giggled and talked to one another incessantly. Bill and I 
were rather quiet. I don't think we still could believe the last half 
day's turn of events. I think we both were still in shock. Maybe, that's 
why we were so passive. I knew why I was so passive. My butt still 
ached. Bettyjo could really hit hard. 

In the distance I saw two girls jogging on the path. They were going to 
go right by us. My embarrassment started to surface again. Bobbyjo spied 
the girls and said to Bettyjo, "Look who's coming. It's Mary and her 
cousin  Kathy Lee." 

The girls spied us and jogged right up and stopped. Both girls were 
extremely tall. For some reason I wasn't surprised. I estimated their 
heights at 6'7'' to 6'9''. Both girls were a little younger than the 
twins, probably around 14 or 15 years old I estimated. They both  were 
very beautiful. The redhead I found out was named Mary. The strawberry 
blond was named Kathy Lee. 

"Who's your new beau's?"  Kathy Lee asked the girls. 

"They're from the city. Mom gave them to us as presents for our 
birthday," Bobbyjo said proudly. 

I winced at that statement. 

"You taken em to the dance tomorrow night?" Mary asked as she looked us 
up and down. 

"I reckon we will," Bettyjo piped in. 

Kathy Lee added proudly, "Were in the race next weekend. We're 
practicing, not that we need to. Mary and Kathy Lee looked at each other 
and laughed. 

Bettyjo said seriously, "You are! Who did you register?" 

Mary answered this time, "The Norris brothers. There not to bright, but 
kinda cute." 

Bettyjo and Bobbyjo looked genuinely impressed. 

Kathy Lee asked, "You gonna register these two?" 

The girls looked at each other and Bobbyjo finally answered, "We're not 
sure yet, we might." 

"Well, registration is only till Wednesday, so ya better hurry!" Mary 
told the twins. Then Mary got real close to me in Bettyjo's arms and 
asked, "Can I hold him fer a second?...he's cute." Kathy Lee asked 
Bobbyjo if she could hold Bill as well. 

The twins looked at each other, shrugged, and reluctantly agreed. "I 
guess so, but just for a second. We have to git back for supper real 
quick." 

As they spoke, the twins handed us over to the two younger girls. Bill 
and I quickly found out Mary and Kathy Lee were very strong as well. 
They held us easily in their arms and were grinning from ear to ear. 

Mary giggled and said, 'I have a naughty thought. Can I give him a 
little kiss?" 

"MARY!" Bettyjo yelled and grabbed me right back. Bobbyjo did the same 
thing with Bill. 

"It was just going to be a little kiss on the cheek is all," Mary said 
innocently. 

"Mary, I never. How would you like it if I kissed Harold Norris?" 

"I wouldn't like it. I'd have to spank him,"  she said and then laughed. 
The rest of the girls broke out into laughter too. 

Mary and Kathy Lee turned to leave, but before they did, Mary added, 
"Will see ya at the dance tomorrow night. Be careful the McCoy sisters 
will probably be there, and on the prowl." After she spoke, Mary and 
Kathy Lee took off jogging again. 

The girls waved good-bye and as they jogged out of sight, I heard 
Bettyjo say very softly, "Lordy, I forgot about them." 

As the twins started to walk again, I asked Bettyjo, "Are all the girls 
tall around here?" 

She laughed and replied, "Yep! And strong too! My mom thinks it's the 
water from this here mountain." 

I had to ask one more question. "Are all the men tall and strong here as 
well?" 

Both girls broke out into laughter. It was a while before Bettyjo calmed 
down enough to answer me, "Heck no! Most are no bigger than you two pip-
squeaks and all are as weak as new born colts." Then she thought for a 
few seconds and added, "Some are bigger..up to six feet tall. But none 
of them could punch their way out of wet paper bag." The girls broke out 
into laughter again. "Momma says the water affects men one way and women 
another," she stated with certainty.   

We made the river in a couple of minutes. The waterfall was on the 
shallow end of a beautiful pool of clear water. There were a few rocks 
scattered her and there adding to the beauty of the scene. The water 
cascaded down about fifteen to twenty feet in a gentle curtain of water. 
I thought it was a beautiful sight. 

As soon as we got to the waterfall, the girls stripped us. Bobbyjo had 
the same reaction when she saw the pink ribbon around Bill's penis. The 
girls laughed and giggled for a good five minutes. Neither Bill or I was 
aloud to remove the ribbons around our dicks. 

The girl's carried us into the shallow end of the pool by the waterfall. 
Bobbyjo put her right foot up on a nearby rock and placed Bill on top of 
her big thigh. He sat straddling that big and luscious female thigh 
while Bobbyjo started to bump her leg up and down. Bobbyjo was so tall 
that his feet didn't touch the water. I could see him get instantly 
hard. She held his hands out by the wrist as she increased the tempo of 
her leg. I could see Bill close his eyes and go into a trance like 
state. I knew he was enjoying the ride. For the first time today I was 
jealous. 

Bobbyjo yelled over to Bettyjo who was soaping me up, "This one really 
likes pony rides. Don't you little feller?" 

Bill opened his eyes. He was smiling and seemed to be in some sort of 
delirious state, but he did answer her, "Yes! Oh god yes!" 

Both girls laughed. 

Bill's pony ride lasted for several minutes. I heard Bobbyjo say, "I 
know lots of pony rides. Tonight, will have a lot of fun. Would you like 
that little guy?" 

By this time Bill couldn't answer her. Spittle was coming from his mouth 
and he was moaning. He did have enough awareness to shake his head up 
and down in reply to her question. Bobbyjo, increased the rhythm of her 
foot even more and that seemed to increase Bill's enjoyment. Finally, he 
couldn't control himself any longer and he had an accident on Bobbyjo 
big beautiful thigh. Afterwards, he slumped and Bobbyjo had to hold him 
up so he didn't fall into the water. 

Both girls laughed and Bobbyjo didn't seem to be mad at all. She lifted 
him up under the armpits and washed off his body in the waterfall. Then 
she waded into a little deeper water and washed off her big thigh. 

"Whew! This one really likes his pony rides," Bobbyjo sang out. 

"Ya! He should be real easy to control," Bettyjo piped in. Then she 
stopped soaping my upper body, looked me straight in the eye, and asked, 
"And do you like pony rides too?" 

I couldn't help myself. I heard myself saying, "Yes!" in a very loud 
voice. 

Bettyjo threw Bobbyjo the soap and said, "You wash your guy first. I'm 
going to give this one a pony ride he'll never forget." 

Before I quite knew what was happening, I was being given a piggy back 
ride. Bettyjo left the water and started to run around with me on her 
back. She started to make clicking sounds like the gate of a horse. I 
got into the spirit of the situation and started to swat her on the butt 
and make noises like a cowboy does riding a bucking bronco. 

Bobbyjo watched for a few seconds, shook her head, and laughed. That 
gave Bill sometime to recover, but he was still smiling from ear to ear. 
Bobbyjo threw Bill over her shoulder and headed for the waterfall. 

Meanwhile my ride lasted for a good five minutes. I really enjoyed the 
ride. Heck! Who am I kidding. I loved when Bettyjo picks me up and 
carries me in any manner. For some reason, for the first time, I wasn't 
ashamed to admit it to myself. 

When we got back into the pool, Bobbyjo was holding Bill up and into the 
curtain of water to wash all the soap off his body. I knew my turn was 
next. Bobbyjo handed Bettyjo the soap and carried Bill into the deeper 
end of the pool. As Bettyjo lathered me up, I could here Bobbyjo and 
Bill frolicking on the other end of the pool. Bettyjo and I took turns 
lathering each other up and when our bodies were covered with soap, 
Bettyjo walked under the waterfall with me in her arms. 

The water was unbelievably cold. I thought if I hadn't been carried I 
might of collapsed into the water. Bettyjo was screaming with delight 
and I found myself screaming as well. After our shower, Bettyjo started 
walking, with me still held securely in her arms, into the deeper end of 
the pool. This scared the hell out of me. I couldn't swim. I was afraid 
of deep water. 

I panicked, "Pleasssse Bettyjo, I can't swim. Let's stay here,"  I 
pleaded. Bettyjo saw the terror on my face and of course kept wading 
deeper into the pool of water..laughing the whole time. "Pleasssse!" I 
yelled. My arms went around her neck and she transferred me so that she 
was carrying me with my legs straddling her waist. Both of her arms were 
under my butt for support and my arms were tightly wrapped around her 
neck. I looked into her eyes and pleaded some more, but she kept walking 
us deeper and deeper into the water. 

Finally, I lost it and started to plant little kisses all over her 
face..pleading the whole time. She slowed down and finally stopped and 
we kissed passionately in the water. 

Bobbyjo watched the scene for a few seconds, shook her head in disgust, 
and commented, "Boy he sure knows how to git around you." Then she 
turned to Bill and dunked his head under the water for about the tenth 
time. Bill didn't seem none the worse for wear though. He was having a 
good time himself. 

The kiss seemed to last three or four eternity's, but even eternity's 
end and the kiss ended as well. I almost swooned, but I got my way. She 
slowly walked us over to the waterfall once again. 

After our baths, the girls carried us over to the river bank and dried 
us off. I didn't protest. God! I enjoyed it. I was wondering if escape 
was really an option any more, but I knew Bill and I had to try once 
again. When that would be, I didn't have the slightest idea. 

Both Bobbyjo and Bettyjo were on their knees toweling us off. I couldn't 
believe that even on their knees they were still taller than Bill or I, 
but they were, and it wasn't even close. That feeling of being a little 
kid again returned. This time it didn't seem so bad. 

Finally, after we were dried the girls put us back in our under clothes 
once again. In a few more moments, Bill and I found ourselves at that 
familiar place on their hips. It was beginning to seem natural somehow. 
When we were secure, the girls casually started for the cabin. I felt 
like I was slowly losing my identity. I wondered if I would ever want to 
walk again. 

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Supper was great. Bill and I were allowed to dress in our clothes for 
supper. That did make me feel more like a man. I didn't recognize the 
main course and I didn't ask. I had seen to many movies on TV to be 
overly curious. 

After supper, Thelma wanted the girls to take us to the general store 
tomorrow, after chores, for some clothes. She thought we needed proper 
clothes to wear around the farm. I did wonder what proper clothes were, 
but I didn't ask. She also told the girls to get two papoose nap sacks. 
The kind that all the girls used to carry around their men folk in. That 
sounded embarrassing, but I didn't think I had a say. Bill was pretty 
quiet too. 

Thelma had one more surprise for the twins. She told them that she would 
take care of the dishes tonight because it was their birthday. That made 
the twins happy, they wanted to get to their rooms as soon as possible 
so they could play with us for awhile before bed. I wondered what they 
meant by play. I was sure I was about to find out. 

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Chapter 3     My First Day With Bettyjo 

We walked into Bettyjo's bedroom hand-in-hand. I was surprised I wasn't 
carried. She looked very serious when we sat on the bed. It took her a 
few minutes to get around to what was bothering her. I never saw it 
coming. 

"Marky, do you know what I want to do?" 

I was feeling pretty good and was game for just about anything. "No 
what?"  I said. 

"Your mustache...I don't like it. It's got to go!" 

I stared at her for a few seconds before it registered. My mustache was 
my pride and joy. I had it since I was eighteen. I panicked. I got up 
and tried to run. I wasn't sure where I was going, but I knew I had to 
get out of Bettyjo's room. I didn't make it. I felt her arm around my 
neck again. I was slowly but inexorably pulled back towards the bed. 

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In Bobbyjo's room Bill had been stripped to his underclothes again. 
Bobbyjo put on her string bikini for the evenings festivities. Bill 
didn't mind a bit. She looked fabulous in it and Bill was definitely a 
leg man. 

She looked at Bill, put her hands on her hips, and asked, "Do you like 
how I look?" 

"Oh yessss!" He answered. 

"I'm going to be your pony girl for the night. Would you like that?" 

She got another, "OH Yessss!" from him. 

She sashayed over to a wooden chair, picked it up, and brought it over. 
Bill couldn't take his eyes off her. She bent down and put her hands on 
the chair seat and squared up her legs. Her butt was sticking way up in 
the air and Bill couldn't help but stare at her glorious ass cheeks. 
They were so smooth and creamy looking and impossibly big. 

She wiggled her butt for effect. It surely did have an effect on poor 
Bill. He started to sweat. Bobbyjo saw his reaction, giggled, and said, 
"Now Billy I want you to jump on my butt. This is your first pony ride." 

Bill's heart started to race and he felt himself shaking a little. He 
moved closer to her and placed his hands on the top of her ass. His 
hands couldn't help but wander down to the fleshy part of the back of 
her thighs. They were so beautiful and soft to the touch, but yet so 
firm and muscular. He fought back the impulse to bury his face in her 
ass cheeks. She hadn't told him he could take that liberty and he didn't 
want to make her mad. 

He noticed the top of her butt was even with his shoulders. He wasn't 
sure he could jump up that high. He put his hands back on her butt and 
then he jumped. He was a little short, and he tried to pull himself up 
and over her ass, but he wasn't strong enough to pull himself up the 
rest of the way.  He soon found himself slipping down her legs and on to 
the floor. He ended up at her feet holding on to the back of one of her 
legs. 

She scolded him, "Come on Billy, you can do better then that...try 
again." 

As he got up, she wiggled her ass back and forth. Bill found it hard to 
concentrate. So when he jumped again, it was an even worse failure then 
the last time. This time he didn't fall to his butt. He fell almost 
straight down and ended on his knees. 

Bobbyjo opened her legs and caught his hair with her hand and yanked his 
head between her thighs. Bill struggled to pry her legs open, but they 
were like pillars of marble. He continued to struggle for a few minutes, 
but it was utterly useless. 

She casually commented, "There's no way you can get free. My legs are 
much too strong for your little man muscles. I'm eighteen years old and 
my legs totally control you, and I'm not even trying," she told her 
prisoner. Finally, giggling once again, she reached back with her hand 
and tweaked his nose and then set him free. 

As he prepared to try and mount her again, he got another scolding, "Am 
I going to have to help a twenty seven year old man climb on to his 
horsy? What a helpless little weakling you are!" 

This time he concentrated more, and when he jumped he almost made it, 
but not quite. Before he began to fall, he wrapped his legs around one 
her thighs and tried to pull himself up. 

All the while, Bobbyjo was shouting encouragement to him, "Come on 
Billy, you can do it. Show Bobbyjo how strong you are. Pull yourself up 
my little beast!" 

He struggled trying to pull enough of his body over her rump so he could 
drag the lower half up too. The nearness of her firm young body and 
awesome legs made him weaker not stronger. When he was near her, he felt 
like her body drained his body of energy. Now he felt so weak and 
helpless, he didn't think he was going to make it again, but Bobbyjo 
brought her hand back in an effort to help him. Bill saw it and used it 
as a foothold to push and lift himself up her luscious legs and onto her 
rump. He was supremely happy, he had made it to the top. He had climbed 
Mt. Bobbyjo. 

He moved down a little and sat on her lower back as Bobbyjo started to 
raise and lower her calf muscles. It gave motion to his ride, and not 
for the first time or the last time, he lost himself in the thrill of 
the moment. 

"This ride is fun for you and good for my calf muscles all at the same 
time," she remarked. Bobbyjo continued to raise and lower him using the 
power in her calf muscles. The ride lasted a very long time! Bill was a 
very happy man. 

After the ride, Bill had to dismount and walk around to her backside 
again. While Bobbyjo maintained her position, Bill was told, "Hug and 
kiss my big thighs, honey, and tell them how much you loved the ride." 

Bill stared at those luscious thighs and ass cheeks for a moment in 
total fascination. Then when he couldn't hold back any longer, he 
wrapped his arms around one of her thighs, and kissed it lovingly. When 
he came up for a breath of air, he shouted out, "I love you! Your so big 
and strong and I'm so weak and helpless."  

After his words of gratitude, "He kissed it again and said sweetly,  
"Thank you for the pony ride." He continued to hug her huge teenage 
thigh and rub his cheek against it for some time. 

Bobbyjo looked back through her legs and smiled. He sure was a good 
little feller she thought. 

As he continued to fondle and rub his face on one of her thighs, he 
couldn't help himself any longer, he moved up a bit and buried his face 
in her ass cheek and then kissed it very lovingly. When he was done on 
that side, Bill did the same thing with her other thigh and ass cheek as 
well. 

Bobbyjo watched and listened. She couldn't help but smile and giggle. 
Finally, she had him do the same thing with her calf muscles. 

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Back in Bettyjo's room I was helplessly trapped on the bed. I couldn't 
move even an inch. She had her big legs wrapped around my waist for 
control. Bettyjo held both of my wrists in one of her hands above my 
head as she smiled at my futile attempts to get free. There was shaving 
cream on my face and she had a razor in her free hand. I struggled and 
struggled to get free, then I struggled some more. It was useless, I 
couldn't budge her an inch. Every so often she would put on the squeeze 
with her big thighs. I felt pain instantly, but she would let up just as 
fast. She wasn't in any hurry. She enjoyed my helplessness. She was the 
cat and I was the mouse and she was toying with me. 

Every so often when I stopped struggling she would hit me with a 
comment. "Your so weak and helpless, I could do anything I want to 
you...couldn't I?" 

 I didn't answer, I started to struggle again. All it did was bring more 
giggles from her. No matter how hard I tried, she held me effortlessly. 
She waved the razor in front of my face and giggled. Slowly my mind gave 
into the inevitable. 

Finally realizing the situation was hopeless, I became very still for a 
few minutes. She just stared at me while I rested. Eventually, she had a 
few more embarrassing comments for me before she shaved off my pride and 
joy. "I think my eight year old cousin could take you..no problem." 

If she was seven feet tall, she probably was right. 

Finally, she was ready to cut off my mustache. "OK Sampson, hold very 
still while I shave off your hair." 

I closed my eyes and felt the razor do its dirty work. I stayed very 
still. What choice did I have? 

After the deed was done, I felt naked and yes very weak. I almost wanted 
to cry, but I didn't have time. I felt her putting shaving cream on my 
chest. I immediately started to struggle again. All it did was bring 
more giggles from her. 

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Back in Bobbyjo's room, she had Bill on her lap and he was receiving yet 
another pony ride. Bobbyjo held his arms outstretched while she bumped 
her legs up and down. Bill was getting another type of pony ride, 
Bobbyjo style, and he loved it. It made Bill feel like a small child 
again, but even that feeling was far from unpleasant. While she gave him 
his ride, every so often, she would send little suggestions his way 
like, "If your a good boy, you'll get pony rides every day." or "If you 
don't try and run away, I promise you'll be happy for the rest of your 
life." Her psychological warfare seemed to be working. While Bill rode 
her thighs with a big smile on his face, she heard him exclaim, "I'll be 
good, I promise!" 

Meanwhile, back in Bettyjo's room, I had lost my mustache, all the hair 
on my chest and legs, and even the hair on my groin. I had been begging 
Bettyjo to spare the hair on my head for the last ten minutes. I think I 
was successful in that endeavor. To win that favor, I had to agree to 
some pretty embarrassing things and to promise her that I would never go 
back to the city and leave her. I lied. I wasn't proud of that fact, but 
the situation called for extreme measures. I vowed to run away the first 
chance I got. I wasn't sure Bill was going to come with me though. He 
seemed to accept the situation we found ourselves in far better than I 
did. 

I don't know how long Bettyjo played with my overmatched body, but it 
seemed like hours. Finally, Thelma came to the door and told Bettyjo it 
was time to get some shuteye. There was plenty of chores to do at 
sunrise, and there would be plenty of time to play with me in the 
future. Thelma also told Bettyjo to make sure I couldn't escape. Bettyjo 
had a marvelous idea to insure that I would be there in the morning, but 
she needed Thelma's help. Neither mother or daughter asked for my 
opinion or permission, but I guess they felt they didn't need it. 

Bettyjo put on an expensive but very skimpy nighty and no panties. I was 
told Marylou had sent the girls a lot of fancy big city store bought 
clothes. Thelma got some rope and tied it around Bettyjo's upper thighs 
and looped it around my neck. I soon found my face buried in Bettyjo's 
big muff while I was plastered to the bed by her weight. To make the 
prison complete, Thelma wound some more rope around Bettyjo's ankles and 
my penis. I knew escape was impossible tonight. I just hoped I would 
survive the ordeal. 

The weight from her hips and butt was directly on my face, and I could 
barely breath. I couldn't move my upper body with her weight on me, and 
I didn't dare move my legs. I was totally and hopelessly trapped. After 
I was secured, Thelma left for her other daughter's room laughing 
hysterically at my situation. Bettyjo patted her pillow, sighed 
comfortably, and told me in no uncertain terms to, "Start Licking!" My 
hands were free, but I couldn't budge her weight. Finally, they found 
her strong creamy white thighs and I started to rub them. They were so 
smooth, but I could feel the power in those big female thighs of hers. 
Inevitably, I resigned myself to my task, sighed, and started to lick. 

In the other bedroom, Thelma had rigged another clever arrangement of 
ropes. It assured that Bill couldn't run away in the night either. 
Bobbyjo was wearing a matching nighty to the one Bettyjo was wearing. It 
allowed her to use Bill's face as well. He soon found his face buried in 
Bobbyjo's big butt crack. She made herself comfortable on her pillow and 
gave Bill the same order, "Start Licking!" Bill followed orders 
marvelously to Bobbyjo's amusement and satisfaction. 

Thelma looked at her daughter for a second before she left the room. She 
was very happy the twins seemed to have found the men they were looking 
for. They wouldn't be old maids after all, and maybe the other women 
would stop talking. Yes, these two guys seemed perfect for her daughters 
and they would have them trained and obedient in no time. She chuckled 
to herself, maybe, she'd be a grandmother soon. She hoped the offspring 
would be fine strong young girls. She didn't want male grandchildren. 
They were just to hard to raise in these parts. She looked at her 
daughter one last time and smiled. Then she quietly walked out the room 
and closed the door. 

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In the morning, we ate a hearty breakfast and helped the girls with 
their chores. The chores took several hours and I have to admit, I was a 
little sore and stiff afterward. The girls delighted in teasing us about 
our muscles. Neither Bill or myself could lift the bales of hay for the 
horses, and the girls giggled the whole time we struggled to move them. 
They on the other hand, had no trouble throwing them anywhere they 
wanted. It was just another example of where the power resided in our 
relationship, as if I could ever forget. 

If I wasn't impressed with the girls immense strength before, I surely 
was now. There seemed to be no weight they couldn't lift or handle with 
ease. I began to wonder just what was in that mountain water we all 
drank. I certainly didn't feel any stronger. What if it wasn't the 
water? I chuckled to myself and thought maybe a tribe of Amazons settled 
in these parts long ago. Or maybe these women were from outer space. 
Whatever the reason, I had never seen a group of women that were all so 
tall and strong before. 

They also  had a couple of other traits in common too. No matter their 
age, they were in charge when it came to relations with men. It seemed 
that it just sort of came natural to them. There was one thing I didn't 
regret though, and that was their great beauty. They all looked like 
super models. 

After chores, the girls scooped us up in their arms once again. I don't 
know how Bill felt, but I think I was beginning to get accustomed to 
being on Bettyjo's hip. The girls casually talked to their mom as they 
effortlessly held us in their arms. 

Bettyjo giggled while she told her mom about our poor performance during 
chores. "They sure are weak, Momma! They weren't much help at all." 

Thelma saw our looks of embarrassment and told her daughters, "Now 
girls, will have them in shape in no time. But don't forget, their just 
men folk, and men just aren't as strong as us women folk." 

Bobbyjo piped in, "I thought city men might be stronger than the men in 
these here parts." 

Thelma shrugged and added, "Men are men, but my cooking and the good 
mountain air will have them fit in no time." 

I looked at Bill and he looked at me, words weren't necessary between 
us. We both hung our heads in shame. Thelma and the twins always made us 
feel so weak and helpless. 

The conversation continued as Bill and I sulked on the girls hips. 
Bettyjo told her mom, "I don't care none about their pitiful muscles or 
their terrible performance doing chores. All I want is that this one," 
and she looked directly at me, " be able to perform his nightly duties." 

All the women broke out into laughter. 

After the twins calmed down, Bobbyjo asked her mom if they could buy us 
some dancin clothes, for Bill and I, for the big dance tonight. She told 
her mother that most of the men would be wearing them. Thelma liked the 
idea and told her girls to put it on their bill over at the store. I 
couldn't help but wonder what the dancin clothes would look like. For 
some reason, I didn't think this was going to be your normal country 
square dance. 

Afterwards, the girls carried us down to the waterfall again and we got 
our daily bath. The girls fussed over us for a long time. They wanted us 
to look good when they took us to the general store. They said, we might 
meet a lot of their friends along the way. 

After we were thoroughly cleaned and scrubbed by the girls, Bill and I 
sat on some rocks toweling ourselves off, while the girls frolicked in 
the deep end of the pool. I looked at Bill and he looked at me for a 
second, a silent understanding dawning on the both of us. 

I said, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" 

"We may never get another chance," he responded. 

All of a sudden we both took off. We were both naked and we didn't have 
the slightest idea where we were going, but escape seemed like a good 
idea at the time. We could hear the girls yelling after us, but neither 
of us turned around to see how close they were. 

We must have ran through the woods for a good ten minutes. Finally, we 
stopped to rest and get our bearings. The only plan we had was to try 
and find a road and follow it. The path we were following had a little 
bend in it just a little ways ahead, and we didn't know where it would 
lead after that. We both hoped the woods would thin out and we might 
find our bearings. Bill and I  rested for just a minute or two till we 
caught our breath and then took off down the path again. We couldn't 
hear or see the girls. I was beginning to think we might make it. 

When we followed the natural bend in the path their they were right in 
front of us. Both Bill and I froze in our tracks. Bobbyjo was wearing 
her pink string bikini and had her hands on her hips and she was just 
staring at us. Bettyjo had put back on her matching bikini, and she had 
her hands folded. I couldn't believe they took the time to put their 
bikini's back on, but mountain folk were generally modest people. 

Everybody was quiet for a second or two. I felt myself swallow hard. If 
Bettyjo caught me, and that looked like a good bet a the moment, I knew 
what would happen. 

Bobbyjo broke the spell and taunted, "What took you boys so long? We've 
been waiting for you for ages." 

Bill and I didn't bother to answer her, we scattered. Friendship didn't 
seem all that important right at the moment. Neither of us got very far. 
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bill get tackled. At almost the same 
moment, I felt Bettyjo's arm encircle my neck. It stopped my progress 
immediately. 

I heard Bettyjo comment as she held me firmly and I started to move 
backwards against my will, "I warned you what would happen if you tried 
to run away." 

Her grip was unbreakable and once again I felt how futile it was, on my 
part, to try and break free or overpower her.  She pulled me over to a 
rock, sat down on it, and bent me over her knee. With her left hand she 
held both my wrists securely in her grip and with her right hand she 
made good on her threat. My penis was jammed into her big left thigh as 
she started to wail the tar out of me. 

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! I 
couldn't see Bill, but I could hear that the same thing was happening to 
him. The hard slaps from their hands hitting our soft butts reverberated 
through the woods like gunshots. It sounded as bad as it felt. Crack! 
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!  Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! I could hear Bill screaming a few 
yards from me. Soon I was screaming as well. In the next few seconds, 
the girls had us reduced to begging and pleading. I didn't think it 
possible, but it seemed like Bettyjo was hitting me harder than she did 
during yesterday's spanking. 

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! My mind started 
to spin again. I was lost in the pain and the shame of it all. Here I 
was a twenty six year old man and I couldn't stop an eighteen year old 
girl from spanking me. Yes, she was a very tall girl, but she was 
eighteen, and she disciplined me like I was the kid. I could see her 
cute and very young face in my mind as the blows descended. I felt so 
helpless. Why was it so thrilling at the same time? That feeling only 
took my humiliation to a deeper level.   Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 

Bill and I begged and begged, but the blows kept coming. In spite of the 
pain, I felt my penis getting hard. Through the pain, I felt her legs 
locked tightly around my skinny ones. My penis was jammed tightly 
against her big, strong, but yet oh so feminine thigh. Crack! Crack! 
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! For some reason I didn't 
understand, my mind blocked the pain  and I felt safe and warm, so 
dominated, so utterly Bettyjo's. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 
Crack! Crack! Crack! 

Her continuing blows caused my shamefully erect peter to be forced into 
her hard muscular thigh time and time again. It was a relentless bare 
handed hiding she was giving me, as she tirelessly continued to increase 
the force of her smacks. I wailed and begged for an eternity from the 
masterful thrashing she was giving me. I knew my pleas and sobs were 
thrilling her right to the pink. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 

The pain shot through me like a knife, and Bill and my screams probably 
could be heard for half a mile or more in the quiet woods. Crack! Crack! 
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 

In spite of the intense pain there was other sensations as well. 
Sensations of blissful relief and total submission. I knew I was about 
to cum, and Bettyjo knew it too. When I climaxed, gasping and sobbing, 
she crushed my cock into her powerful thigh, flexing her mighty muscles 
against it and draining every drop of me. Making my life-force run down 
her leg, as she laughed at my weakness. 

Finally and mercifully the spanking ended. I couldn't have taken much 
more. She grabbed me by the nose and led me to a kneeling position 
before her. 

"Come on get on those knees," she commanded. 

I had no choice but to obey. 

Then she wrapped those lovely teenage thighs around my head. I stared 
meekly into her pale blue eyes. I saw no trace of pity there. 

"That was a stern warning little man and she flexed her thighs to add 
more meaning to her words. "Behave or else! You'll never now if these 
legs of mine will squeeze you unconscious, or squeeze you dead." 

It was a side of Bettyjo I had not seen before, but I understood her 
warning and felt it also at the same time. Her big female legs held me 
and crushed me in their embrace. Her legs held me so tightly I couldn't 
even scream, but only look pityfully into those teenage eyes of hers. 
Finally, she let up on the pressure, but kept those awesome legs wrapped 
loosely around my head. 

"Now are you ever going to disobey me or try to run away again?" she 
asked staring right through me. 

I blurted out sobbing, "No Bettyjo..never. I love you!" I couldn't 
believe I said that. 

She threw her head up and laughed long and hard. Then fixed me with that 
stare of hers again and said firmly, "Poor little darlin! Well, I love 
you too, honey. Your soft little body, cute little face, and weak little 
man muscles are perfect fer me. I think were going to git hitched, but 
first I got to catch you once more, and that's next Saturday in the 
Sadie Hawkins day race. That will make it all legal like." 

She sighed contentedly and added lovingly, "I'll take care of you! You 
belong to me now....forever and ever." 

I had no idea what she was talking about. I couldn't believe I told her 
that I loved her. Did I? What was happening to me? Was she succeeding in 
her training of me? For some reason, I didn't try to think it through 
any further than that. For a long time, I just stared into those pale 
blue eyes of hers and felt completely dominated and totally secure. 

When she stood, she made me kiss and lick her magnificent legs. I 
planted little kisses on them and licked her huge calves and thighs. The 
worship of her strong teenage legs lasted for what seemed like hours. 
Her legs felt so strong, but yet were so smooth and young looking and 
completely feminine. My mind reeled from the thrill and all the 
sensations I was feeling. Was I totally hers now? I didn't care. It was 
thrilling and my heart raced as I did her bidding. She had her hands on 
her hips and stared down at me regally as I fulfilled my mission. I 
thought I detected the hint of a pleased little smile on her face as I 
worked. 

Finally, I lost all trace of my self respect and kissed and licked her 
big cunt right through the material of her bikini. The hint of a smile 
on her face grew to a broad grin, as she locked down at the pitiful form 
below her. I heard her start to purr out the words, "Good-boy!..Good-
boy..Good-boy!" It made me feel so proud and content. 

Afterwards, I realized Bill had gotten the same spanking and much the 
same lecture as I did. We both fought back sniffles as we walked back to 
the cabin with the girls. The girls didn't carry us back. Both of us 
were led back by the ear just like a mother would do to a small 
disobedient child.  I had to admit, My butt ached and I felt just about 
as weak and helpless as a small child. I was glad we didn't meet anyone 
along the way. 

Back at the cabin, Thelma saw us and exclaimed, "Land-a-Goshin! What 
happened now?" 

Bobbyjo sang out, "They were very bad boys, Momma. We had to give them a 
good hiding." 

Bettyjo chimed in, "I think they learned their lesson. Didn't you boys?" 

Bill and I looked at the girls then back at Thelma, finally we both 
nodded yes. After our acknowledgment, as usual, we hung our heads in 
shame. I knew we must have looked a pretty pitiful sight. 

Thelma shook her head back and forth a few times and then she addressed 
us, "Well boys, I sure hoped ya learned yer lesson. My girls are good 
girls, but they will be obeyed." 

Bettyjo added, "twernt no big thing, Momma, making up is half the fun." 

All the women laughed once again 

I thought we had learned one lesson and that is if we tried to escape 
again, we had better make absolutely sure we were successful. 

After Thelma stopped laughing, she told the girls, "Well, put some 
clothes on those little fellas and ya better get going to the store." 

The next thing I knew, I was in Bettyjo's arms once again and she was 
taking me to her bedroom. Bobbyjo had done the same thing to Bill and 
was walking him to her bedroom. I heard Thelma ask the girls, "Do ya 
want me to drive ya to the store?" 

Bettyjo turned around and said, "No thanks, Momma! We can carry em. It's 
only two miles." 

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The girls wore cut off jeans to the store with halter tops. They looked 
ravishing like always. Bill and I were put back in the clothes we were 
first captured in. In fact, they were the only clothes we had. 

I was glad the girls wore skimpy clothes all the time. I loved to look 
at their legs. They were so long, tan, and muscular looking, but yet so 
young, soft, and fresh looking as well. I got excited just thinking 
about their legs. Girls much older would have killed for legs that 
looked half as awesome. I guess you can say I'm definitely a leg man. I 
found myself dreaming about those young teenage thighs. I envisioned 
them wrapped around my head or waist one more time. 

I lost myself in my daydream as the girls carried Bill and I towards the 
general store. It took the girls about one hour to carry us over to the 
store. It was a beautiful day and the girls took their time. We even met 
some of their girl friends along the way. I would have been more 
embarrassed, but their girlfriends had their own guys in similar 
embarrassing positions. The men were either carried like Bill and I 
were, or they had a rope around their necks that was used like a leash. 
Some guys just walked respectfully next to the girl and waited quietly 
as the girls talked and bragged about their boyfriends. The girl usually 
had a firm grip on one of the guys hands as they talked. There was no 
question who was in charge. 

The men were all smaller than the girls. The girls all had to be over 
six and a half feet tall and some were almost as big as the twins. All 
of them were very young and very beautiful and all wore shorts or 
makeshift clothing that showed off their assets. I couldn't help but 
stare. After all, I was a man. It also started to slowly dawn on me  
that somehow I had entered a different world. A world in which the males 
were the weaker sex. That thought scared me and thrilled me all at the 
same time. 

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The general store was exactly what I expected. It looked like one of the 
sets from the TV series Petty Coat Junction. There was a very young girl 
sweeping behind one of the counters. She wore a double ponytail in her 
hair just like the twins. She couldn't have been more then thirteen I 
thought, but like all the girls she was well over six feet tall. There 
was a much older man sitting slumped in a chair. He had his feet propped 
up on a pickle barrel and he was sucking on a straw. I thought he might 
be the girls father. He looked about thirty years old. 

When the girl saw us walk in, she exclaimed to the twins, "Lordy Bettyjo 
an Bobbyjo where in tarnation did ya find those two?" She put down the 
broom and came running over. The man lifted his hat up and gave us the 
once over. He was unimpressed. He quickly put the brim down on his hat 
once again, and went back to snoozing. 

When the girl stopped in front of us, she was wearing a broad smile and 
was really looking Bill and I over. 

Bobbyjo said proudly, "These two are our are new beaus. Their from the 
big city, but they belong to us now." 

Looking directly at me she said, "Ya are!...and ya belong to Bettyjo 
now...tarnation!" Then before I could answer her she asked Bettyjo, 
"He's purdy! Can I hold him fer a spell?" 

"Sure Noreen, but be careful with him..he's pretty fragile," Bettyjo 
replied as she handed me over. 

"You are!" she said as she took me from Bettyjo. Then she added, "Poor 
little fella, don't be frightened. Noreen won't hurt ya." 

This young teenager had no trouble with my weight. I wasn't surprised. 
She bumped me up and down in her arms like a woman does to a baby to 
calm it. It made me feel so weak and helpless, but at the same time so 
safe. I have to admit, I was beginning to feel more like a small child 
than a man anyway. 

Finally, she handed me back to Bettyjo, but before she did, she gave me 
a little kiss on the cheek. Bettyjo didn't seem to mind as she placed me 
back on her hip. Then it was Bill's turn to get the same treatment. 

After the little show and tell. Noreen asked, "What kin I do fer you 
girls." 

"We need some everyday clothes fer the boys and then we want to look at 
those fancy dancin clothes ya just got in." 

In the next few minutes, both Bill and I got some new clothes. We got a 
couple of pairs of jenes and a few shirts as well. We also got fitted 
with some overalls. Then it was time to see the fancy dancin clothes. 

Noreen yelled over to the sleeping guy who hadn't budged an inch since 
he first looked us over about twenty minutes before, "Hey Rufe! Get me a 
couple of pairs of those fancy dancin clothes in the back!" 

Rufe didn't move. 

"Rufe git movin!" Noreen yelled, "or I'll skin your hide good!" 

Rufe quickly got to his feet and tore off to the back room. 

Bobbyjo said with amusement in her voice, "Old Rufe sure is startin to 
listen better." 

"He better, if he knows what's good fer him," Noreen answered sincerely. 

I had been quiet, but I had to ask. "Is that your dad?" 

All the girls laughed. 

After she stopped laughing Noreen said, "Sucks no! That's my hubby, and 
he's a real good-boy! I caught him last year in the Sadie Hawkins Day 
race." 

I looked a her incredulously for a few seconds, but before I could ask 
her anything else, Noreen asked the girls, "Are you two girls entering 
these two in the race on Saturday?" 

"We sure are!" they both said in unison. 

I was going to ask about the race when old Rufe came tearing back in 
with the clothes. I couldn't believe he was capable of moving that fast. 
He handed Noreen the clothes and then went back to his chair and made 
himself comfortable again. Noreen didn't seem to mind. 

I was handed a blue pair to try on. I had to take all my clothes off 
right in front of the girls. As I started to get into the shorts Noreen 
commented, "Lord almighty, he sure is hung for a city slicker. Bettyjo, 
he's going to make you one happy gal." 

The girls all laughed for about the hundredth time. 

The outfit consisted of  a tiny pair of short shorts that had a high 
sheen almost gloss to them. I put the shorts on then slipped the T-shirt 
on. It reminded me of a muscle shirt. It was cut tight with no sleeves 
and the neck plunged down in a V. The color was a deep blue and as I 
said, very glossy looking. 

Noreen was the first to comment, "Don't he look purdy!" 

"Good enough to eat, "Bobbyjo exclaimed. 

While the girls laughed, Bettyjo picked me up under the arm pits and 
lifted me up and out at arms length to look at me better. My feet 
dangled a foot off the ground as her eyes danced over my frame. She 
lifted me up and down as she surveyed my outfit with a big smile on her 
face. 

"I like it!" she exclaimed. Then she asked Noreen, "Can I put him on the 
counter to get a better look?" 

"Sure!" Noreen said. 

The next thing I knew, Bettyjo had placed me standing on one of the 
counter tops. 

"I even like the color," she said as she motioned with her finger in a 
twirling manner for me to turn around. 

I twirled and walked for the girls as they commented on the clothes and 
my cute butt. Bettyjo decided on this outfit for me and Bobbyjo picked 
out an identical outfit in light green for Bill. Both Bill and I got to 
wear one of the new pairs of jeans home and one of our new shirts as 
well. I was glad we didn't have to wear those ridiculous dancing outfits 
just yet, but the girls didn't want them too get dirty. Noreen wrapped 
up the rest of the clothes, and we were about to leave when Bettyjo 
remembered the carryalls. 

The nap sacks looked exactly like something an Indian maiden would use 
to carry her papoose on her back. Only these were for Bill and I. The 
girls slipped the carryalls on over their shoulders and then Noreen 
first lifted me into the nap sack on Bettyjo's back and then Bill into 
the sack on Bobbyjo's back. I have to admit I felt just like a papoose, 
but safe and snug at the same time. 

The girls said their good-bye's to Noreen and headed out the door with 
us on their backs and our new store bought clothes in their hands. 

Noreen followed us out the door and yelled to the girls, " See you two 
at the dance tonight." 

Both girls turned and waved good-bye. Then we were off toward the cabin 
again. The girls casually talked to each other as Bill and I  were toted 
down the path on their backs. I have to admit the sensation of being 
carried like this was not all that bad. I wasn't embarrassed. Maybe, I 
was adjusting. It sure beat walking. I did feel just like a baby again 
though, but completely safe and comfortable at the same time. It made me 
feel that I was totally in Bettyjo's power and that I belonged to her. I 
laughed to myself and thought that I did indeed belong to her. For some 
reason, it didn't seem all that bad. 

As  the girls walked with their burdens, it seemed to me that they 
hardly even noticed our weight. I thought that these girls, and all the 
others that I had run into on this mountaintop, were superwomen. I 
chuckled to myself as I was supported comfortably in my nap sack on 
Bettyjo's back. That revelation wasn't so bad I thought. I looked over 
at Bill and he was smiling, had his eyes closed, and appeared to be fast 
asleep. I laughed to myself once again, closed my eyes, and fell off to 
sleep myself. 

When I awoke, we were back at the cabin. Thelma was staring at my face 
and grinning like the Cheshire cat. We had to model the dancing clothes 
for Thelma. She loved them of course. 

Afterwards, the girls wanted us to take a nap, so they put us to bed. 
They didn't want us tired for the big dance tonight. I didn't mind a 
bit. I was very tired. It had already been a long day. 

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Chapter 4     The Dance 

The girls woke us about six and we quickly ate supper. The next half 
hour was a blur as the girls dressed Bill and I in our new dancing 
clothes then quickly started to dress themselves. The twins were going 
to wear matching outfits. That didn't surprise me. They almost always 
wore identical or similar clothes. What they chose took my breath away. 

The shirt was similar in style to something one might see on a cowgirl. 
It was white and there was ruffles on the collar and plenty of sequins 
all over the shirt. The girls wore the shirt casual with two buttons 
open. One couldn't help but look down, but Bill and I were so small in 
comparison to the girls, the only way we got to look down was when they 
carried us. Fortunately for Bill and I, that was almost always the case. 

The outfit below the waist was what riveted my attention. It consisted 
of very tight fitting short shorts made of the same material as the 
shirt and it was also the same color. The outfit was finished off with 
white patent leather boots with about three inch heels. I was pretty 
sure these outfits couldn't be bought around here. Their sister Marylou 
must have gotten them for the girls. 

When I saw those boots on Bettyjo's feet, I had to fight off the urge 
not to get on my knees and start kissing them. I could picture myself  
working my way up to those gorgeous legs of hers. The outfit took my 
breath away and I know it had the same effect on Bill. 

Finally, everyone was dressed and the twins were ready to leave. I found 
myself reaching out with my hands for Bettyjo to pick me up. She didn't 
disappoint me. 

Bobbyjo drove the pickup to the dance. I sat on Bettyjo's lap and Bill 
was scrunched in between the two twins, but he didn't seem to mind. 

When we got to town, I could hear music coming out of the dance hall. It 
was not what I expected. I thought we were going to a  square dance, but 
the music was a little more modern if not well played. 

"What kind of dances do the folks around here like? " I asked Bettyjo." 

"All the modern ones," she said proudly. "There's the fox trot, two 
step, jitterbug, and even the twist." 

As I shuffled out of the car, she added, "I don't like the twist 
though..no touching,"  she said sadly. 

Bill and I started to walk to the dance hall. 

"Git back here you two!" Bobbyjo yelled.  Bill and I turned around and 
in one quick motion the girls scooped us up and placed us on their hips 
yet again. I guess we should have known better. Then the girls took off 
for the dance hall. 

As we walked, I could see a lot of women and men moving towards the main 
entrance. Some of the men were being carried like Bill and myself. 
Others had a rope around their necks, just like we saw this afternoon. 
Still others were being dragged along, by the hands, in the firm grips 
of their dates. If I could use that term. For some reason, it didn't 
seem right. 

One women was carrying a man in a strange fashion. She held him around 
his waist with one arm. He was suspended by her arm even with her waist  
parallel to the ground. She didn't even seem to notice his weight. A 
couple of other men were being carried in their nap sacks on the girls 
backs. They seemed like they were as snug as a bug in a rug. 

There even was a couple of men being carried piggyback style.  Another 
guy was facing his date while she carried him. His legs were around her 
waist while she supported him, with her hands, under his rump. He had 
his arms around her neck and his face was buried in her shoulder. He 
looked pretty embarrassed what I could see of his face. The girl was 
very tall and didn't look to be in her teens yet, while the man had to 
be in his thirties. 

When we got inside, I could see some tables and chairs and they were 
about a quarter full of people. Another group of people were dancing to 
some god-awful music on the dance floor. I didn't recognize the tune, 
but everyone was doing the two step. At least the girls were. The men 
were in the arms of the women and almost all of the men's feet weren't 
touching the ground while the women danced them around the floor. I 
couldn't help but do a double take when I saw this odd sight. 

Most of the men were a lot shorter than the women, just like Bill and I 
were shorter than the twins. It was almost comical as the men's feet 
dangled around the girls knees as the women danced them around the 
floor. Some of the men had their legs wrapped around the girls middle as 
they danced. I thought that had to be a little more comfortable for the 
men. A few other men were carried on the woman's hip as she danced him 
around. None of the men were doing the leading as they danced. It's sort 
of hard to lead, I thought, when your feet aren't touching the dance 
floor. 

I noticed about a quarter of the men were dressed in similar attire to 
Bill and myself. Others wore hand made dancing outfits. I was glad the 
girls weren't handy at sewing. The men who wore hand made outfits 
inevitably stuck out like sore thumbs. The girls must have let their 
imaginations run wild as they made those outfits for their guys. A few 
men were wearing jeans or overalls to the dance. I thought they were the 
lucky ones. 

The women had all manner of dress on. Cutoff jeans and halter tops to 
special outfits like Bobby and Bettyjo. Some of the women were in short 
shorts. A few of the older women had dresses on and silly hats. One 
woman still had the price tag hanging down the side of her hat. I saw 
some women snicker at her as she walked by them carrying her man over 
her shoulder to their table. 

The crowd was fairly mixed, with people of all ages. Although, their 
seemed to be a large number of teenage girls present. Their was some 
younger couples as well. I mean the girls were in their preteens, but 
the men were teenagers or older. They were just as helpless as the rest 
of the men folk at this dance though. All the women were gorgeous. It 
looked like a Las Vegas convention of tall super models. The men folk 
were fairly average looking I thought. 

Bobby and Bettyjo spied some friends of theirs and walked us over to 
their table, and we were invited to sit down. Noreen and Rufe were among 
them. Their were only two empty chairs so we ended up on the twins lap. 
I noticed Rufe had on a pink dancing outfit similar to my own. Their 
were two other girls and their dates. Their was Bathilda and Sam. She 
must have been fifteen and Sam was about nineteen or twenty. Bathilda 
was about the same size as the twins, and Sam was almost six feet 
himself. He was wearing overalls. I thought he was one lucky stiff. 

The other couple were Blossom and her husband Rex. Blossom was about the 
same size as Noreen, but her husband was the smallest guy I had seen at 
the dance. He couldn't have been over four foot three inches in height. 
He sat on Blossoms lap and he looked like a small child sitting there. 
Blossom I found out was fourteen and Rex was twenty. They looked to be 
truly in love. Rex was caught last year Blossom informed Bill and I. She 
told us she caught him, put him in a sack, and carried him back to town 
where they got hitched along with all the other women and captured men. 
I now knew this Sadie Hawkins race was right out of the movie "Little 
Abner." I never in my wildest imagination thought a place could actually 
exist where a race such as this was held. 

Just then, the dance ended and all the couples paused, clapped a few 
seconds, and waited as a women in her late forties walked out to the 
microphone. 

"Hello everyone. I think you all know me," she said smiling. 

"Hello Sadie!" everyone in unison yelled. A few females in the crowd got 
a little rowdy and yelled some further comments at Sadie. 

The woman raised her hands and quieted the raucous crowd. By now the 
whole place was almost full to the rafters with people. She cleared her 
throat and started to speak once again, "Welcome to the annual Sadie 
Hawkins Day Dance. I always beam with pride, at the fact, a day and a 
dance were named after me." 

A women in the crowd yelled, "Git on with it Sadie. We've heard this 
speech before." 

Everyone laughed even Sadie. 

"OK..OK!" Sadie said and then got on with it. "As you know we haven't 
held a dance in almost six months. If you remember, some of you ladies 
got a little rowdy last time and a few men folk had to be patched up by 
old doc over there." 

A women raised her arm and acknowledged Sadie to more cheers. 

Another woman yelled, "Ya better stay doc, we may need ya again." 

All the women broke out into laughter once again. I looked at the men 
and they weren't laughing. I could see real fear on most of their faces. 

Sadie quieted the crowd and said, "Well, that ain't gonna happen this 
year. That's why the sheriff is here with her deputies to act as 
chaperones and to make sure none of you ladies get out of line." 

The sheriff and her two deputies raised their arms and acknowledged the 
crowd to hearty boos from all the ladies present. 

Sadie quieted the crowd once more and started to talk again, "Come on 
ladies, our men folk should be protected and cherished. They're a 
fragile resource. We should allow them to keep their dignity." 

The crowd cheered, but another woman  yelled out, "Till their  caught 
fair and square in a Sadie Hawkins Day race." 

The room broke out into cheers. None of the men were cheering though. I 
was beginning to wonder just what kind of place I found myself in. 

"OK..OK, you win ladies. Just remember to keep it cordial," Sadie said 
with amusement in her voice. She started to walk away, but remembered 
something else and came back to the microphone to make the announcement. 
"Were going to have the annual jitterbug contest in a few minutes so 
choose your partners." 

There were a few ladies and men who came stag. Why the men came alone, 
I'll never know, but they were quickly surrounded by single women after 
Sadie's announcement. One girl or another grabbed the spare men and 
dragged them over to their table or to a couple of chairs by the wall. 
The men weren't asked, the girls just went up and grabbed a free man 
they liked. A couple of girls even got into an argument over a man. Each 
girl had an arm and was tugging in different directions on the man's 
arms. He started to scream as the girls continued to argue. Fortunately, 
Wilma was nearby. In a matter of a minute or two all the girls had 
partners. 

Sadie waited patiently till the ruckus died down then announced, 
"Everyone git up and dance with your partners. Will have the annual 
waltz now." 

The women clapped and then descended on the men like a pack of man 
eating sharks. All the men were either dragged out or carried onto the 
dance floor including Bill and myself. In a few moments the band began 
to play a waltz. This time, I almost made out the melody. Everyone was 
dancing. I mean the women were dancing while the men were held in the 
women's arms as they danced. I was no exception. Betttyjo danced me 
around the floor as my feet dangled next to her off the ground. After 
awhile I decided to wrap my legs around her waist. It was just more 
comfortable to dance that way. I couldn't help but stare at the dancers 
around me as we danced. 

The dance must have lasted five minutes. I saw that a few larger men 
were on their tippy toes while they danced with their dates or their 
wives. It looked highly uncomfortable for the men. I was glad I got a 
free ride. I even noticed some very young girls dancing. They had to be 
seven or eight, but they were already taller than me. Most of the boys 
or men they were dancing with were a lot older, and the boys or men were 
carried by these young girls as effortlessly as the older girls handled 
their men. This dance was one strange site to behold I thought to 
myself. 

Finally, the dance ended and I found myself back at the table on 
Bettyjo's lap. The group talked and enjoyed each others company for 
quite awhile, as some more songs were played and a number of people kept 
dancing. Everyone appeared to be having a good time, even the men. 

When all of a sudden, in walked three young girls. They were all wearing 
cheerleaders costumes. I sure would have liked to see them do a cheer. A 
hush fell over the crowd. I could her women whispering. A number of men 
tried to leave, but their dates wouldn't let them. All the other men 
looked afraid for some reason and I saw a few men, who were being 
carried, bury their heads in their dates shoulder. One man feinted dead 
away and his date had to carry him outside into the fresh air. I noticed 
the doc follow them out the door. 

The three new girls were every bit as tall as Betty and Bobbyjo, maybe, 
even a bit taller. They were unbelievably beautiful as well, and they 
looked like they ranged in ages from fourteen to seventeen. I couldn't 
understand the reaction. The girls looked like angels to me. I noticed 
the sheriff mosey over to the girls and talk with them. That got the 
dance going again. 

I asked Bettyjo, "Who are those girls?" 

She looked at me sternly and said, "That's the McCoy sisters. Daisy Mae, 
Ele Mae, and Emmy Lyn. Their the meanest girls in the hills. You better 
stay away from them, if you know what's good fer you." 

I wasn't sure if that was a threat or a warning, but I found myself 
looking at the girls again. They had finished their conversation with 
the sheriff and were heading straight for our table. The tallest one was 
a stunning blonde, I found out later her name was Daisy Mae. She was the 
twins age. The brunet was a year younger and an inch shorter than her 
sister. Her name was Elle Mae. The last girl and the youngest was a 
strawberry blond named Emy Lyn. She was the midget of the three at about 
six foot eight. 

The three girls walked right up to our table and Daisy Mae addressed the 
twins, "Where did you find those two? They sure are cute little 
fellers!" 

"Never you mind, Dasy Mae McCoy," Bettyjo shot back, "their our men folk 
and they belong to Bobbyjo and myself." 

The McCoy sisters all laughed as if Bettyjo made some kind of joke. I 
have to admit it was a scary little laugh. I found myself swallowing 
hard in response. 

Daisy Mae looked me straight in the eye as she said, "Men folk don't 
officially belong to anyone around these parts till their caught in the 
Sadie Hawkins Day Race." 

I found myself shaking. I'm not sure why. 

Then Daisy Mae turned towards Bettyjo and added, "Maybe, Elle Mae and I 
will register them two and enter the race this year." Then she patted my 
cheek and asked, "What's your name honey?" 

I heard myself say, "Marky!" 

Bettyjo screamed, "You just do that, Daisy Mae. You two cows couldn't 
catch a cold." 

I heard a few people snickering at Bettyjo's remark. 

Daisy Mae turned around and saw Wilma, the sheriff, walking over. She 
turned back and said to Bettyjo, "Just funin, Bettyjo. Don't git your 
panties in an uproar." Before she left she turned to me and added, "See 
ya later cutie!" she gave me a wink and then the sisters moved on. 

I smiled at her. It was the exact wrong thing to do. I felt two eyes on 
me. They belonged to Bettyjo. When I looked at her, for the second time 
in a matter of minutes, I found myself swallow hard. Bettyjo kept 
burning a hole right through me with her eyes. I had a feeling I was 
going to pay for that smile. When Wilma saw the sisters move on, she 
stopped and disappeared into the crowd. 

Everyone was subdued at our table for a while. Finally, the other girls, 
at the table, wanted to know if the twins were going to let the McCoy 
sisters get away with their boldness. The twins assured everyone that if 
their was any catching to do during the race that they would do it, and 
Bill and I belonged to them and only them. I almost offered my opinion, 
but nobody asked. 

Just then, there was some noise over by the band. It appeared they were 
going to take a break. In their place a record player was set up by the 
microphone. I could hear a rush of excitement go through the women. It 
was time for the jitterbug tournament. 

Everyone grabbed a man or boy and rushed onto the dance floor. The rules 
were simple. You kept dancing till the judge tapped you on the shoulder. 
Sadie would play the same record over and over till a winner emerged. I 
looked over at the McCoy sisters. They walked up to three young girls 
and grabbed their men right away from them. The girls were angry, but 
didn't try to get them back. The three girls frowned and slowly walked 
off the floor. I noticed the men didn't say anything either to the 
sisters. I think they were too frightened to talk. All three McCoy 
sisters placed the men on their hips and kissed them on the mouth as 
they waited for the music to start.... and start it did. 

It was some big band like one of the Dorsey brothers playing a jitterbug 
tune. That's all the time I had to ponder that fact. I found myself  
being thrown around like a rag doll in the next few moments. In fact, 
all the men on the floor found themselves in a similar fix. 

The women lifted, spun, carried, and threw the men high into the air as 
the loud boisterous music filled the dance floor. One moment I was being 
lifted high over head upside down in Bettyjo's arms and the next 
instant, I was hurtling through her spread legs and sliding across the 
dance floor. Only to find myself being lifted once again and maneuvered 
into another position. Once, she held me like I was a broom and she 
pushed me around from one side to the other with lightening speed. 
Pardon the pun but she sure swept me off my feet. 

The room spun and the music played and played. I was so dizzy, I barely 
had time or the inclination to look at the other men who were all 
suffering a similar fate. From time to time, I  could see a man get 
thrown high into the air and then I would hear him scream. The woman or 
young girl always caught him flawlessly. Then it was my turn to scream. 
Betyjo must have tossed me ten feet into the air, but like the others 
she caught me before I hit the dance floor. After a few throws, I 
couldn't scream anymore. I was just to petrified with fear. 

Every so often, I saw a couple get tapped on the shoulder. Or rather I 
saw the girl get tapped on the shoulder. The man was usually off the 
ground or flying through the air at the time. When the couple stopped 
dancing, the man was to exhausted to move and collapsed to the floor or 
into the girls arms. The girl usually carried the hapless guy off the 
floor or just dragged him off. Everyone who was tapped circled the dance 
floor and rooted for their favorite couple that was still left. A few of 
the men were laying by the feet of their dates, totally exhausted, as 
the women watched and clapped for their favorites still out on the 
floor. 

By this time, Sadie had recycled the same tune a number of times 
already. Bettyjo and I were still dancing and I was getting air sick. I 
needed some Dramamine. A couple danced by us. The woman had the mans 
arms hooked and she was carrying him back to back around the dance 
floor. Another man found himself sitting on his girls thighs as she bent 
slightly at the knees holding him off the ground. They were moving their 
heads back and forth, at the same time, changing their relative position 
with lightening quick speed. 

Betttyjo was twirling me like a baton as she danced around in circles. I 
thought I was going to puke. I could see that Rex and Blossom were still 
on the floor as well. She was tossing him a good fifteen feet in the 
air. His size and slight build meant that she could toss him higher than 
any other girl could toss their dates. I thought she had a distinct 
advantage over the other contestants in that respect. 

Their must have been only six or seven couples left on the floor by this 
time, and I could hear and see the crowd cheering as they sailed into my 
line of vision and then out again. From the corner of my eye, I saw that 
Elle Mae was still out on the floor as well with her guy. His legs were 
around her waist and she was spinning him round and round at high speed. 
All at once, she let go of his legs and he spun off into the crowd 
knocking down four or five people. As Elle Mae spun into view again I 
could see that she was doubled over in laughter. I could hear a few 
people calling for the doc, but I later found out that no one was 
seriously hurt, including Elle Mae's hapless partner. 

I saw another couple get tapped out, and as they left the floor, I could 
see Daisy Mae and her poor fellow behind them in the distance. She was  
lying flat on her back on the floor and she was twirling her partner 
with her feet. Her short skirt was hiked up exposing all of her shapely 
legs. I couldn't help but stare every time I sailed into view. Her 
hapless partner did somersault after somersault as she effortlessly spun 
him with her shapely big legs. The crowd seemed to be appreciating her 
efforts in spite of her reputation. There was a crowd nearby counting 
his somersaults. I wasn't sure how her man felt about his situation at 
the moment. 

In the next few minutes everyone was tapped out but three couples. 
Bettyjo and me, Rex and Blossom, and Daisy Mae and her guy. By this time 
we must have been dancing for fifteen minutes. I couldn't help but 
admire the stamina of these incredible women. They were truly 
superwomen. 

In the next moment, I saw Daisy Mae get tapped on the shoulder. She 
stopped and froze in her tracks. The tap out must have caught her by 
complete surprise. Her partner collapsed to the floor in a heap at her 
feet when she stopped supporting him, and she ignored him for a few 
seconds. Daisy Mae didn't leave the floor, but just stared angrily at 
the judge with her hands on her hips. As she whirled into view from time 
to time, I could see her anger building. She lifted her partner again 
high up off the floor with her big hands under his armpits. She held him 
that way with her arms fully extended and his feet dangling far off the 
floor. I could see the fear on his face as he looked down onto her angry 
face. 

I heard her yell out, "You made me lose!" 

I saw a puddle appear on the floor. The guy in his freight wet himself. 
When she saw what he did, she hurtled him into the crowd and knocked 
down quite a few innocent bystanders. She had successfully knocked down 
three or four more people than Elle Mae had done a few minutes earlier. 
I had a feeling the McCoy sisters liked to bowl. The doc was summoned 
again, but like before, no one was seriously hurt. 

The dance continued and I was so dizzy by this time I knew I would be 
unable to stand if it was required. Fortunately for our team it wasn't 
required. Bettyjo was the one who had her feet firmly planted on the 
ground. I was just along for the ride. Both couples must have danced for 
five minutes more before Bettyjo got tapped on the shoulder. Blossom and 
Rex were the winners, and popular winners they were. Bettyjo set me down 
to shake Blossom's hand. While she did that, I staggered around for a 
few seconds before I keeled right over. The crowd broke out into a 
hearty laugh at my antics. Bettyjo looked back at me, shook her head, 
and started to laugh. She came over and lifted me up with one hand by 
the seat of my pants. She  casually walked off the floor, with me being 
carried along hoisted a few inches off the floor, to more hoots and 
howls from the audience. 

Blossom lifted Rex onto one of her shoulders and did a victory lap 
around the dance floor to the cheers of the crowd. When I got back to my 
seat, I could see the three McCoy sisters watching the show with their 
hands folded across their ample chests and an evil  look on their faces. 
In spite of my fear of her, I couldn't help but admire Daisy Mae once 
more. I felt like a moth to the flame. She was one awesome teenage girl. 
Once again I felt eyes on me. I knew I was really in for it this time. 

The night continued on and I eventually lost track of the McCoy sisters. 
By this time, everyone was having a great time...even some of the men. 
The place was really jumping. Another hour or so passed and I completely 
forgot about Daisy Mae. Bettyjo and I spent hours out on the dance 
floor. I was starting to get plumb tuckered out. Even though I didn't 
have to do any of the dancing. 

Finally, the twins carried us outside for some fresh air and needed 
rest. As we walked out into the clear cool night air and moonlight, we 
could hear some laughter in a store just off to the left of the dance 
hall. The laughter happened every few minutes and peaked the girls 
interest. Eventually, they went over to investigate. Bill and I were 
still on their hips so we had no choice but to go along as well. With 
the McCoy sisters lurking around, the girls had gotten pretty 
proprietary where we were concerned, and didn't let any other girl hold 
us or dance with us to the dismay of many a teenage girl that night. 

When we walked into the store we were stunned to see five girls playing 
strip poker. The three McCoy sister and two of their friends. There was 
a crowd of young girls watching the game as well. This wasn't an 
ordinary strip poker game though. Their were five guys, in varying 
degrees of undress, standing around the table. One  guy was by each 
girl, and the girl was betting with the clothing the guy still had on. 
One of the girls must have already lost. Her guy was completely naked 
and she was holding on to his erect penis as the game continued and she 
watched. 

"Well if it isn't the twins," Daisy Mae sang out. Then she looked me up 
and down again and added, "Have you come to bet your boyfriends?" 

"We thought their were proper girls in here," Bettyjo said 
sarcastically, "will be leaving." With that both girls turned to leave. 

"Scared huh!" Daisy Mae shot back. 

Bettyjo turned back and said defiantly, "I'm scared of no one. 
Especially a cow like you, Daisy Mae McCoy." 

The crowd of girls all went, Oughhhhh!" 

Daisy Mae quickly answered back, "Prove it!"  

I thought Bettyjo had backed herself into a corner. 

"How?" she inquired cautiously. 

"You and I will play cards. Winner takes all..namely him," and she 
pointed to me. 

"And why should I do that," Bettyjo inquired, "I already own him." 

Daisy Mae smiled at me and said, "If I win he's mine till I tire of him 
or he wears out, whichever comes first. If you win, I won't register him 
in my name for Saturday's race." 

I found out later that to catch a man in the race, a girl had to 
register him at the sheriffs office before the race. Any girl could 
catch a man she registered and often more than one girl registered a 
man. A girl couldn't catch anyone, in the race, that she didn't register 
beforehand. Girl's could marry the men they caught in the race and it 
was the only time they could marry a man all year. The women thought 
that made it fairer for the men. Then why were most of the men married I 
wondered? 

I was shocked when Bettyjo agreed. I realized to my horror that I could 
be going home with Daisy Mae tonight. I was scared. Better to be with 
the tigress you knew than one you didn't know I thought. 

The issue would be settled on one poker hand. As a symbolic gesture, I 
had to take all my clothes off and put them in a pile near the table. I 
could hear a few girls giggle when they saw me naked. I thought I was an 
especially handsome man naked. I wasn't sure what the girls were 
giggling at. 

One of the girls, Betyjo trusted, dealt out the cards. After each girl 
looked at their hands, Daisy Mae took one card from the deck and Bettyjo 
took three cards. That gave me a sinking feeling in the pit of my 
stomach. The tension was so thick around the table you could cut it with 
a knife. Daisy Mae smiled and laid down three kings. I heard Bobbyjo 
exclaim, "OH OH!" I closed my eyes and prayed. Bettyjo coolly laid her 
cards down. She had a flush. All the girls went wild except the three 
McCoy sisters. I breathed a deep sigh of relief. 

Daisy Mae jumped up from the table almost knocking it over. She really 
wasn't the best sport I ever met. "This isn't over," she sang out to 
Bettyjo and started to leave. Before she left, she turned to the guy 
standing by her side at the table and grabbed him by his collar and drug 
him along with her out the door. He wisely didn't try to resist. The 
other two sisters followed their older sister out the door and took 
their prizes along with them as well. After they left, the other girls 
all congratulated Bettyjo and patted her on the back. I quietly put my 
clothes back on. 

Betty and Bobbyjo had enough of the dance after that. As we drove home, 
Bobbyjo finally commented, "Whew girl! You took an awful chance tonight. 
What if you lost? Mom would have skinned you alive." 

I wondered what would have happened to me, but the girls didn't seem to 
think of that. 

"I didn't loose," was all Bettyjo said and that ended the conversation. 
For the rest of the trip home, the girls talked about what they were 
going to do to us in their rooms tonight. When they tired of that they 
talked about registering Bill and I for the race on Saturday. 

Finally, they got around to talking about our lives together after they 
caught us in the race. I thought that was a little premature. After all, 
they hadn't caught us yet. 

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Chapter 5     The Race 

Bill and I fell into a routine for the next three days. We got up early 
to eat and do the farm chores with the girls. After a few days I felt 
great and so did Bill. The crisp mountain air and all the hard work were 
doing wonders for my body. Even the girls noticed. I had to admit my 
stamina was increasing by leaps and bounds. 

After chores, the girls would take us down to the waterfall and wash and 
shave us. Bettyjo kept my face clean shaven and all my body hair, from 
my head down, was removed by her everyday as well. I still didn't like 
that, but I really didn't have a say in the matter. After our shaves and 
baths, they played with us for hours in the water. I have to admit, I 
was beginning to loose my fear of the water. 

Bobbyjo would always give Bill a pony ride or two at the grotto. I could 
tell he really loved them. I even got a few pony rides myself. It was no 
secret, Bettyjo knew I loved them as well. What man wouldn't with these 
beautiful vixens supplying the ride. 

I have to admit I grew addicted to Bettyjo's legs. They were so long, 
tan, and lovely. When I stood next to her they almost reached up to my 
shoulders. They were very muscular as well. I often wondered how 
something that beautiful, soft, and feminine looking could be so strong 
all at the same time. It made my head spin just thinking about those 
long luscious legs of hers. Her thighs were almost as big around as my 
waist, and her calves were as big around as my thighs. Wow! I loved 
them. They just seemed to me to be larger than life. 

Betttyjo knew I was addicted to her legs. She used every opportunity to 
control me with them. In bed at night, she would put me in a head or 
body scissors and squeeze me almost to unconsciousness. Then she would 
make me kiss every inch of her legs and tell them how strong they were. 
Her favorite line was, "These legs, you love so much, completely control 
you..worship them." 

I have to admit, I did worship those long muscular teenage legs of hers, 
and in fact they did rule my world. One night as a reward for being 
especially good, she let me fall asleep hugging her big left thigh. I 
hugged it under the covers all night. I thought I was in heaven. 
Sometimes I wondered, if I was successful at escape, how much I would 
miss Bettyjo and those awesome legs of hers. 

In the afternoons, the girls would take us on picnics or for long walks 
in the woods. In this way , I became fairly familiar with the 
surrounding area. I thought that might prove invaluable during the race. 
Sometimes the girls would work out and practice for the race. We were 
encouraged to do likewise. I tried not to watch the girls. It was easy 
to get an inferiority complex. 

On Wednesday the girls took us in to town to register us for the race. 
The twins took us early. It was the last day to register a male and they 
didn't want anything to go wrong and miss the registration deadline. 
After registration was closed, Wilma and her deputies went around to the 
registered males and gave them the bad news, if they didn't already 
know. No excuse was tolerated for a male to miss the race. Penalties 
were severe and generally painful and always ended in marriage. 

Wilma was happy to see us and her deputies were down right friendly to 
Bill and myself to the twins consternation. We found out that Daisy Mae 
and Elle Mae had already registered us for the race. Bettyjo was hoppin 
mad. Daisy Mae had broke her promise. That was one of the greatest 
offenses in the hills. As I watched Bettyjo fume, I thought mine and 
Bill's odds, at escape, had gone down drastically with the news that 
four girls were after us and not two. 

After we were properly registered, the girls asked if Wilma or her 
deputies would baby-sit us while they did some shopping. The sheriff and 
her deputies were happy to oblige. It was one of the longest and 
strangest afternoons I ever spent. What those women did with our 
overmatched bodies would fill a book. But that's another story. 

During our rest periods, Wilma filled us in on the complete rules of the 
race. The race started at nine o'clock sharp and ended at 6:00 PM. The 
men got a fifteen minute head start. The women had to drag or carry the 
men back by the deadline. Only rope was allowed as a tool, no clubs or 
weapons of any kind could be used. Wilma's deputies would patrol the 
hills and if they saw something illegal, the woman or women were 
disqualified from the race. I didn't think Wilma's deputies could patrol 
the whole area, and that pretty much meant that the women could do as 
they pleased. I thought that was a big advantage for the women.. as if 
they needed any. 

One last rule had me a little worried. All participants ran the race 
barefoot. I thought that was a real disadvantage for Bill and I who were 
used to wearing shoes. 

Freedom for the men was won in one the following ways. If a man made the 
deadline without being dragged back he was free till next year. Or if he 
made the county line at any time he was also free. The closest any 
county line was to the town was fifteen miles away to the west. Most of 
the men ran in that direction during the race. Another advantage for the 
women I thought. They knew exactly where the men were going. 

In one of our freer moments that afternoon, Bill and I concocted our 
plans for the race. We were going to run west with the bulk of the men. 
The Applegate farm was in that direction. We thought if we could get to 
the farm, we could hot wire our car and then we would be home free. I 
had an alternate plan as well. The waterfall had a small little cave 
behind it. If worse came to worse, I thought we could hide in there. I 
didn't think the girls would think of that place. The only problem was 
that the Applegate farm was ten miles from town, and we somehow had to 
make it that far with four strong and fit young Amazons chasing us. 

In one of my less busier moments that afternoon, I asked Wilma, "What 
percentage of men usually made it through the race without getting 
caught?" She gave me a perplexed look. I got a sinking feeling in the 
pit of my stomach. I rephrased the question. I asked her, "How many men 
have avoided marriage?" 

"In the twenty five years since the race started?"  she asked. 

I nodded, I was beginning to get even more worried. She looked up in the 
air like she was doing some figuring. 

"Let me see," she said, "none that I can recollect." 

"No man has ever made it to the county line or avoided capture?" I asked 
in astonishment. 

"Nope! The girls in these here parts are shall we say...healthy," she 
said with a big smile on her face. 

"And the men?" I asked. 

"Well, I don't want to pick on them none. Let's just leave it at weak 
and pitiful," she said and snickered under her breath. Then she added as 
an afterthought, "We try to be as fair with our men folk as we can. 
That's why we have the race. It's the code of the hills." 

I must of really looked depressed. She added when she saw my reaction, 
"Maybe you'll be the first. I heard city slickers are real clever." 

Then why, I asked myself, was I so easily captured and hadn't figured 
out a way to escape yet. After Wilma's news, I was depressed for the 
rest of the day. 

After supper that night, the girls took us to their rooms. That was how 
we spent all the evenings that week. The girls would play with us till 
her mother would yell through the door that it was time to go to sleep. 
By that time, I was usually totally exhausted from the bed room 
Olympics. Bettyjo would throw my body around like a rag doll. I couldn't 
stop her. I was the puppet and she was the puppeteer. She could do 
anything she wanted with my overmatched body and she usually did. At 
first, my resolve was high, and I knew  she could control my body, but I 
thought I would never give her my mind. 

Then why did I daydream about her body so much? I wasn't sure anymore if 
I wanted to escape or not. I didn't have a care or worry here at the 
farm. The twins protected and cared for us, and gave us much pleasure. 
My life was free of trouble as long as I obeyed Bettyjo completely. Even 
that was in some way thrilling. So I wasn't in charge, Was that so 
important? I was really confused as Saturday approached. I knew Bill was 
in the same boat. Maybe, that was the twins plan all along. 

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The girls treated Saturday like any other day. We awoke early and did 
all the chores. The cows or the chickens didn't care if it was Sadie 
Hawkins Day. The chickens wanted to be fed and the cows wanted to be 
milked. 

Breakfast was especially good for some reason. It reminded me of a last 
meal one might get before an execution. I was beginning to really enjoy 
Thelma's cooking. In spite of my uneasy stomach, I ate a very hearty 
meal. I thought I might need a good meal. It might be the only meal I 
ate today and I had to keep my stamina up. I needed all the strength I 
could muster for the race. 

I looked over at Bettyjo, she stopped eating and smiled back at me. It 
looked like she knew exactly what I was thinking. How did women do that? 
She put down her fork and made a muscle. I wondered how I could stop all 
that raw female power. Her muscle was three times as big as my own. I 
wondered if Hercules had enough strength to stop her. I knew the answer, 
Hercules would be a married man if he lived here. The only hope I had 
was to try and out think the twins. 

After breakfast, the girls got ready for the big day. They wore matching 
cutoff jeans and skimpy halter tops. They looked breath taking. Bill and 
I were allowed to pick our own clothes today. We both wore T-shirts and 
jeans. I knew today was supposed to be a hot one. 

We all piled in the pickup truck. I was worried that Thelma might want 
to drive our car, but she didn't to my delight. Bill and I had to sit on 
the twins laps as we drove in to town. 

About half way there, Thelma gave me the bad news with a twinkle in her 
eye and a smile on her face. "By the way boys, if your thinking of 
jogging to the farm to hot wire the car...don't bother. I removed the 
distributor cap." 

The news hit me like a ton of bricks. 

Bobbyjo chimed in and said with a big smirk on her face, "And don't 
think of hiding behind the waterfall. That's the first place we'll 
look." 

Bill and I looked at each other and we both had that same hopeless look 
on our faces. The girls laughed when they saw our expressions. At that 
moment a feeling of doom overwhelmed me. I  thought it wasn't going to 
be so easy out thinking the twins after all. I guess I wasn't as smart 
as I thought. Maybe, women could read minds. What chance did we have? 
Bill and I were quiet the rest of the time it took to get to town. 

Their was a big crowd gathering by the sheriffs office. The race 
officially started right outside Wilma's door. Most of the girls were 
limbering up for the race, and the men were doing the same thing. There 
was about thirty men and boys and about fifty women and girls. That 
meant some of the men had multiple claims on them just like Bill and I. 

The women ranged in ages from twelve to thirty five. Twelve was the 
earliest a girl could enter the race, and there were quite a few girls 
near that age. Seventeen was considered old for a non married girl. I 
knew the twins were eighteen and had to occasionally hear the taunts of 
old maid thrown at them from other girls. 

The women, in the race, over seventeen had all been married before. I 
wasn't surprised to hear men tended to die young in these parts. Thelma 
said, "Men tended to wear out quickly around here.". The older women, in 
the race, were all looking for new husbands. 

The men ranged in ages from sixteen to forty. Boys under sixteen were 
exempt. I was surprised at the number of older men. I thought they would 
have all been caught by now, but I remembered Wilma saying that a man 
had to be chosen by a girl to be in this race and quite a few men lived 
reclusive lives so the girls didn't see them much. Some had faces only a 
mother could love or a desperate girl. 

As I limbered up, I saw a familiar face in the crowd. Marylou was here. 
She was carrying her personal secretary. He looked a little frightened. 
She waved to me then put him down. He looked totally dazed and confused. 
That made me happy. I didn't like his arrogant attitude. Shortly, Wilma 
came over, bent way over, and explained something to him. After a few 
moments, he walked into the street with the rest of the participants. I 
smiled, I knew Marylou would soon cure his arrogance. 

All the women were wearing brief attire. They all looked stunning and 
fit and ready for battle. Most had ropes attached to their belts. They 
all had a look of confidence on their faces and were accepting words of 
encouragement from well wishers. 

While the men, on the other hand, looked worried and not very confident 
at all. Some of the women participants were taunting them and making 
gestures with their hands. One woman was grinding her thumb into her 
palm as a man looked on in total fear. Most of the men looked really 
psyched out and defeated already. 

 Bobby and Bettyjo came over just before the race and lifted Bill and I 
off the ground, our feet were dangling in mid air more than a foot off 
the street. This event wasn't a very unusual sight in this town. They 
held us up with their big hands under our armpits and casually kissed us 
on the lips and wished us good luck. We both wished them the same. After 
they put us gently down, I looked over at Bill and he shrugged his 
shoulders. He understood what I tried to convey to him with a look. I 
think we had just gotten psyched out ourselves. 

At precisely nine o'clock the sheriff started the race by shooting off 
her pistol. All the men took off like a bat out of hell. Even the women 
in the crowd offered us encouragement as we ran by them. In a matter of 
minutes, we all left the town far behind us and entered the woods. Most 
of the countryside was thick woods, rocky mountainside, or rolling 
meadows. We would be in the woods for a long spell. 

For some reason, in spite of what the girls told us coming into town, we 
ran westward with most of the other men. Maybe, we all felt safer in a 
heard. We all knew we weren't the predators this day, but the prey. 

The group ran for what seemed like miles before we all decided to rest. 
I looked at my watch and saw it was fifteen after nine. The girls would 
be lighting out after us about now with the cheers of the crowd 
following them. 

I let the group know the girls were on their way. For some reason, 
everybody wanted to start running again. We all took of at a slow even 
pace and soon left the woods and reached a fork in the road. About half 
of the guys went one way and about half went the other. I didn't have a 
preference, Bill and I followed the group that Sam was in. Sam was the 
guy I met at the dance. Bathilda was chasing him. We alternated running 
for ten minutes or so and resting for five minutes for the next hour. 
During that time we saw no women. I was beginning to think we just might 
make it after all. 

A couple of the men dropped out along the way. They just couldn't keep 
up with the pace. No one felt bad or stopped to help them. It was 
survival of the fittest today. The weakest among us just didn't have a 
chance. 

Our group climbed a small hill that commanded the area. We could see out 
for a good distance. Still there were no women to be seen. Bill pointed 
to three men who were running in the distance. We all stopped to watch 
them for a second. They were running by a group of large bushes. As they 
ran near the bushes, I saw a hand dart out and grab a man, who was 
trailing the other men, and yank him into the bush. It happened so fast, 
I watched in disbelief, but I knew it happened because the man 
disappeared. The other men didn't even know they lost a guy and they 
kept running. We started to yell, but they were too far away. I didn't 
think it was very wise to yell and give away our position. 

In another moment, a second guy disappeared in a similar manner. The 
last guy stopped and turned around to find both of his friends gone. He 
just had time to scratch his head and then he was gone too. A hand came 
out and he disappeared just like the other men. It got very quiet and 
none of us detected any movement in the bushes. It was like nothing ever 
happened. We all stared for a second, then we looked at each other, and 
took of at a frantic pace. The heard had gotten frightened and started a 
stampede I thought. 

We ran for a solid fifteen minutes without stopping. It's amazing what 
fear and a little adrenaline will do in the bloodstream. After ten 
minutes, another three men broke off from the group and went their 
separate way. That left eight of us. We entered another heavily wooded 
area. A perfect place for an ambush I thought, but by this time every 
place looked like a candidate for an ambush. 

As we ran, I tried to calculate how far we had run. I came up with a  
figure of just over six miles. I thought we had done very well. Two men 
from our group, who were lagging a bit behind, stopped under a tree and 
rested. They just couldn't go any further. I looked back and stopped the 
group. We rested under another tree, and motioned for the two men to 
join us. We must have been about forty feet from them. 

When all of a sudden, two pairs of shapely female legs descended from 
the tree. The two awesome pair of feminine legs found their mark around 
the men's necks and the noose tightened. The men didn't even see it 
coming or have time to cry out. By the time they felt the girls legs 
around their necks it was already much too late for the doomed men. In 
the blink of an eye, the legs rose back up the tree dragging the bodies 
of the helpless men back up the tree with them. Then all was stillness 
once again. 

It all happened so fast, the remaining six of us stared on in disbelief 
for what seemed like an eternity. Then all at once, the same thought 
dawned on all of us as we sat under our tree. We all lifted our heads 
and turned our gaze upward into our own tree. We saw nothing and all was 
quiet. A collective sigh of relief  was emitted  by the group and then 
we got up and took off with reckless abandon once again. The thought of 
our fallen comrades were erased from our minds as self preservation and 
fear filled our heads and governed our actions. I thought to myself as 
we ran that the predators were sure thinning our heard. 

We ran for another half mile and as the pack swung around a tree, I saw 
a couple members of our group start hopping up and down holding onto 
their bare feet. Then I felt the pain. It took me a few seconds to 
realize what was happening. Someone had covered the area in tacks. All 
six of us were hopping up and down now. The pain momentarily dulling my 
senses. 

I didn't see them approaching, but I sure heard them. Three young girls 
left the shelter of cover and with a mighty war cry emanating from their 
mouths descended on us like a pack of ravenous wolves. Each having a 
specific mark in our group. Fortunately for Bill, Sam, and myself, these 
weren't the wolves that were after us. 

Before the targets could recover, the girls closed the gap and leapt 
with deadly accuracy screaming like banshees the whole time. The girls 
jumped on the men encircling their legs around the hapless men's 
midsections just like an octopus encircles it's prey with it's 
tentacles. The men were doomed we all knew it. I fought back the urge to 
bolt with the others and watched the final act. 

The men started to stagger round with the added weight of the girls 
making it difficult for them to remain standing. Almost in unison the 
girls snaked their muscular young arms around the men's necks as well. 
The men's fate was now sealed. As if they ever had a chance. 

The girls deadly but oh so lovely legs began to do their work as well. 
Those lovely legs squeezing the men's midsections making it difficult 
for the men to breath while the women held the men tightly with their 
strong arms. It was a deadly an efficient embrace. It reminded me of a 
python attacking it's prey. By this time, the girls had their men firmly 
under control. 

One by one the men staggered and fell. The girls increasing the 
squeezing pressure of their gorgeous gams as they hit the ground. Each 
girl had expertly trapped their man's hands to his sides with their 
legs. The men had been rendered totally helpless in a matter of seconds. 
As the men slowly succumbed, I could see the girls loosening ropes from 
their belts so they could truss the men up and prepare them for their 
journey back to town. The whole battle had lasted maybe a minute. Before 
I turned to follow my comrades in flight. I couldn't help but notice 
that all the girls couldn't have been older than thirteen or fourteen. 
What chance did I have against older girls? 

The girls sounded like young school girls as they laughed and giggled 
while they worked. The men were stunned and semi conscious by this time 
as the girls prepared them for their journey. All that could be heard 
from the men were moans and groans as the girls worked. As each girl 
finished tying the hands and feet of their man, they stood up and easily 
lifted the man onto their shoulders. The men's hands and feet were 
completely and securely tied. All the men had been reduced to total and 
complete helplessness by these young Amazons. I was sure it wouldn't be 
the last time these particular men felt helpless. When all three girls 
were ready they all set off for town, with their burdens secure, 
laughing and joking the whole time. One girl was so happy, she was 
skipping along and singing with her man on her shoulders. 

The girls didn't pay me any attention. I wasn't registered to any of 
them. I watched them walk away tell they were out of sight. I'm sure it 
was a dangerous thing for me to do. I could have been attacked at any 
moment by girls who were registered to me, but I was fascinated with the 
girls strength, skill, and efficiency. Finally, I turned and quickly 
caught up with Bill and Sam. We were the only ones left from our group 
and it was not even noon yet. 

Just up the path, we ran into a little clearing in the woods and froze. 
Their were two girls casually talking in the middle of the clearing. 
They paused and appraised us for a few seconds then started talking 
again. They had already captured their men. Each had a man at heir feet 
all trust up and ready for transport back to town. We were of little 
interest to them as we ran by, except for the fact that we had not been 
captured yet. I recognized the two men. They were two of the men that 
had broken off from our pack earlier. 

We must have ran for another fifteen minutes in the woods. In another 
clearing we came upon another unusual sight. Two girls were fighting 
over the same man. He was completely off the ground, one girl held his 
hands and was yanking him one way, while the other girl had his legs and 
was tugging him in the other direction. The man was screaming, but the 
girls paid him little attention. They were too busy arguing over his 
body. I wondered if the girls could actually tear him apart. He 
certainly was screaming like they were about too. I fought back the urge 
to stay and watch. I knew Bettyjo and Bobbyjo could be anywhere by now. 

We rested under the cover of some trees at the crest of another hill. 
From this viewpoint we could see out for a mile or two. This time, in 
the valley below we saw a column of about twelve girls. Each was 
carrying a man. Most of the men were completely trussed up, but some 
were just being carried. They looked too exhausted to put up much of a 
fight. Or maybe the fight had already been taken out of them. In any 
event, the procession of women was heading along a path, single file, 
back towards town. In the crisp vallley air we could hear the voices of 
the women laughing and joking as they carried their catch back to the 
Justice of the Peace. We scanned the horizon, but didn't see any free 
men left running anywhere. 

I looked at my watch and it was one o'clock exactly. Already much of the 
race seemed over. I knew there weren't to many free men left anywhere. I 
wondered why I was still free. Maybe, I had been incredibly lucky. What 
ever the reason, I was happy to still have a chance. I hopped to make 
the most of it. 

A little later, we ran into another small wooded area and another 
unusual sight. A girl was resting with her back propped up against a 
tree. Her legs were crossed at the knees as she casually rested and 
picked her teeth with a straw. When she saw us, she stretched and yawned 
and prepared to get up. She wasn't the unusual sight though. Hanging 
from a tree limb was a man. He must have hung a good two feet of the 
ground and his body was slowly swaying in the wind. His arms were 
secured at his side by the rope and he couldn't free himself. 

As we ran by he pleaded, "Please! Help me!" 

The three of us stopped and looked. 

The girl got up and asked, "Something wrong boys?" 

"No ma'am!" we said in unison and then took off again. 

We could hear the guy pleading with us as we left them far behind. I 
have to admit I was a little embarrassed, three men were afraid of one 
girl, and she couldn't have been more than fourteen I thought. We heard 
a man's scream off to our right and the other man was quickly forgotten. 
We increased our pace and veered off to the left. 

At about one thirty we hit a small river. Their was two men wading 
across when we arrived. The water was up to their breast bone as they 
slowly waded over to the other side. Sam and Bill motioned for me to get 
into the water. I hesitated because of my fear of deep water. I wanted 
to see if the men would encounter any deeper water as they waded. I 
stood and watched as Bill and Sam started to wade across as well. 

As I watched the men, one disappeared under the water. I thought he may 
have hit a pocket of deep water. The other man stopped, and turned 
around to look for his friend. Then all of a sudden, he disappeared too. 
The water got really quiet for a few seconds and then two women 
surfaced. They were holding on to their prey very  tightly with an 
unbreakable grip. The women each had their right arm around their man's 
neck with the hand covering the man's mouth so he couldn't scream, and 
with the other arm they had one of the man's arms bent behind his back 
as they carried him. Each man was held securely in a grip of iron. The 
out muscled men were struggling, but weren't making much progress. The 
women laughed and joked with each other as they waded towards the river 
bank with the men helpless and ready to be carried back to town. 

Bill and Sam stopped wading through the water and watched stunned as the 
two women waded by them paying them little attention. They watched the 
women till they were completely out of the water and almost out of 
sight. Then Bill and Sam turned and stared at the now quiet water before 
them for a second or two and then waded back to shore. Intelligence 
winning over valor I thought. They were both very smart men. 

We paralleled the river for awhile as we ran. That made me nervous 
because it meant I had one less direction to flee in if attacked..and 
attacked we were. We reached a small bridge and were about to cross it 
when two girls came out of the water. I just barely had time to notice 
that it was Daisy Mae and Elle Mae McCoy. Now I know how a rabbit feels 
when it spies a cougar. They were on Bill and I before we knew what hit 
us. I couldn't call what happened next a struggle or a fight. It must 
have lasted all of ten seconds. We didn't have a chance. Sam was 
watching nearby helplessly. How could another rabbit attack a pair of 
cougars? 

After they had us secured, I heard Daisy Mae say, "Well boys, you belong 
to us now." 

Right at that moment, two other girls attacked and bowled us over into 
the water. I didn't have to see who it was, I knew it was Betty and 
Bobbyjo. The force of their blows knocked us free from the McCoy 
sisters. For a moment both sets of girls forgot about us as they 
struggled in the water. 

It was a moment to flee and flee we did. We ran onto the bridge as the 
two sets of girls continued to struggle in the water. I really wanted to 
watch the fight, but discretion got the better part of valor. I quickly 
looked for Sam, but he wouldn't be joining us in our bolt for freedom. 
He had already been subdued by another girl on the river bank. It was 
Bathilda. She must have been with Betty and Bobbyjo. Bathilda ignored 
the fight as she prepared Sam for the  trip back to matrimony. She had a 
big smile on her face as she worked. The fight at the moment was only of 
a passing interest to her. She had gotten what she came for. Bill tapped 
me on the shoulder and brought me back to reality. I turned and ran with 
him across the bridge towards freedom. 

By some incredible bit of luck we made the Applegate farm. We paused a 
second and ate some lunch in the kitchen. I knew there couldn't be to 
many free men left at this point. It was nearly three thirty in the 
afternoon and a good hour and thirty minutes since we encountered the 
girls. Even if they caught us now, I wondered if they could get us back 
to town by the deadline. Bill and I were feeling pretty good about 
ourselves when we saw a set of girls jog over a rise east of us. They 
were five minutes away. My heart sank as I recognized the McCoy sisters. 
For a second, I wondered what had happened to Betty and Bobbyjo, but 
only for  a second. Then Bill and I took off towards the west. 

We took off through a freshly cut hay field. We never saw the girls. 
They seemed to come up right out of the ground. 

"Got ya! Bettyjo yelled as she held me off the ground in an unbreakable 
grip." 

I looked over and Bill had fared no better. It was over. We had put up a 
valiant fight, but now we were headed back to town and matrimony. 

" Look!" Bobbyjo yelled, "it's those McCoy sisters." 

I could see the sisters and they were about three hundred yards away 
running straight towards us. 

"I got a plan," Bettyjo said in desperation. "Let's head for the 
waterfall." 

The girls repositioned us on their backs and told us to, "Hold on!" Then 
the girls started to run towards the waterfall with Bill and I being 
carried piggyback style. I couldn't believe how fast they ran with us on 
their backs. The McCoy sisters were closing ground but not all that 
fast. It was going to be a race to the waterfall. I had no idea why the 
girls wanted to go their or what was their plan. 

I still couldn't believe how fast they were running with their burdens. 
I didn't think Bill or myself could run that fast with no burdens to 
carry. Again I couldn't help but be amazed at these two young 
superwomen. 

We made the waterfall and both girls dove into the deep end of the pool 
with Bill and myself along for the ride. Both girls had managed to grab 
a reed to breath through. I panicked, but Bettyjo held me tightly. I 
knew she wouldn't let me drown. She stuck the reed up and took a breath 
of air. Then she transferred the air to my mouth and waiting lungs. What 
an act of love I thought. I was sure Bobbyjo was doing the same thing 
with Bill. 

The McCoy sisters made the grotto shortly after. They scanned the water, 
but all was quiet. The first place they looked was in the cave behind 
the waterfall and found nothing. When they came out again, I was getting 
a second kiss of life giving air from Bettyjo. I had to admit the 
transfer of air was just like a kiss. It was wonderful! For some reason 
I felt very safe and calm wrapped up in Bettyjo's arms in spite of the 
water that surrounded me. 

The McCoy sisters lingered around the grotto for a good five minutes and 
found nothing. Then they took off towards the east. The girls kept us 
underwater for ten minutes more giving  Bill and I life giving kisses of 
air when we needed it. For some reason, I was still very calm and even 
found the experience wonderful and exhilarating. 

After we left the water, Bill and I found ourselves perched once again 
on the girls backs as they jogged towards the farm. 

"Will never make it," Bobbyjo said sadly to Bettyjo as they jogged. 

Bettyjo smiled and said, "The horses!" 

Bobbyjo smiled broadly when she understood what her sister meant and 
picked up her pace. Bettyjo  picked up her pace as well, as we headed 
back towards the farm. There were two horses back on the farm, Gertrude 
and Heathcliff. We could still make it if we rode them back to town. 

We got to the farm and their were the McCoy sisters again up by the 
house. As they spotted us, we headed straight for the barn. When we got 
to the horses, Bettyjo stopped and slung me from her back onto the 
horse. Then she slipped behind me and grabbed the reins. Bobbyjo had 
expertly pulled off the same maneuver with Bill. Bettyjo had her arms 
around me as she held onto the reins. If I had any ideas of trying to 
escape, she could easily handle me from this position. Bill fund himself 
in the same identical position with Bobbyjo. The girls whipped the 
horses and we were off. We exited the barn just before the McCoy sisters 
got there. They gave chase for a few seconds, but soon realized it was 
hopeless. 

As we rode off, I heard Daisy Mae McCoy yell, "Damn you! Bettyjo 
Applegate." 

We made town with fifteen minutes to spare. Everyone else was already 
married up by then and few people stayed to see if the girls would make 
it back in time. Like always, all the men had been caught, trussed up, 
carried back, and married off. I could see a proud Thelma and Marylou 
looking on waiting for us. Marylou's  secretary was perched on her hip 
and appeared well tamed and completely married. I wondered how long it 
took Marylou to capture him. I doubt if she worked up a sweat. 

The marriage ceremony was very short indeed. The justice of the Peace 
wanted to get home to her husband. It had been a long day. I heard 
Bettyjo say, "I do" to the words the judge spoke. She was to love and 
cherish me and to punish me if I needed it. 

I said, "I do!" to the judges words as well. I had to love, honor, and 
obey Bettyjo forever. 

Then we kissed. It was wonderful. Bill went through the same ceremony as 
I did. After both ceremonies were complete, the girls scooped us up in 
their arms and carried us out of the town hall to our new lives. Betyjo 
looked down on me and nuzzled me with her nose and then kissed my lips. 
I almost feinted. 

She asked me sincerely, "Are you ever gonna try and run away again?" 

I shook my head no and raised my head up slightly to try and get another 
kiss from her. Bettyjo smiled down at me and kissed me one more time. It 
was heaven. 

As she carried me back to the truck, in her arms, I knew I had lost my 
freedom forever. I looked into her lovely pale blue eyes, lost myself in 
them, and said, "Kiss!..Kiss!" She bent her head slightly, smiled down 
at me with a big electric smile, and gave me some more sugar. All in all 
it wasn't so bad. 


The End...