Lorna, Back Home
by valerafon
Big Lorna takes little Jimmy back home with her.


This is a work of fiction and should not be read by anyone under 
the age of eighteen. Please do not read further if you are offended 
by violence and or sexual content.


Author's note: This adventure is a sequel to a story  "Lorna from 
Down Under" written by one of my favorite authors, BF. This sequel 
is written with his kind permission.



I was hiding again. Lorna was back from Australia. Why had she 
returned? Thank God she was only here for a week. Her exchange 
program had ended six months ago, I thought I was rid of her 
forever. It was the happiest day of my life when she returned home 
to Darwin and took my pest of a kid sister, Joanie, with her. But 
now she was back and bigger than ever.

The last six months had been pure bliss, without Joanie and Lorna 
around to lord it over me. I had even gotten much of my self esteem 
back. I was even thinking about looking for a job. My step father 
had been bugging me for months about finding something, and I guess 
it was time. I was almost twenty nine. I couldn't mooch off my mom 
and her husband forever even though he was extremely wealthy, and I 
loved living in their huge seaside estate. It was so perfectly 
situated right near the beach and fairly close to town too. It was 
the perfect pad for a young man. The fact that my parents were off 
traveling most of the time made it even better.

I was only expecting to see Joanie at the airport. I nearly fainted 
when I saw Lorna too. In the last six months, Lorna had gotten even 
bigger and more massive then the last time I saw her. Her new 
height and weight measurements were the first things she shared 
with me. She was now an incredible 6'8'' tall and weighed in at an 
awesome 225 pounds, and there wasn't an once of fat on her 
athletically trim but muscular body. In fact, another statistic she 
shared with me was that her body fat was an incredible two percent. 
It was hard to believe a teen just a few months short of her 
fifteenth birthday could be so awesomely endowed.

And my step sister had hit an incredible growth spurt herself in 
Australia. She too was turning into a young Amazon. Even though her 
height and weight measurements were dwarfed by Lorna's standards, 
they were impressive in their own right. At 6'3'' and 185 pounds 
she now towered over me by a full foot and outweighed me by some 
seventy pounds. 

I on the other hand was doomed to go through life at my present 
height and weight. I was now too old to expect to grow anymore and 
it ticked me off that two young girls could make me feel so 
inferior.

Lorna's massively muscled body and her great height made it easy 
for her to control me, which she did at every opportunity. She 
could do anything she wanted to me, and their wasn't a damn thing I 
could do about it. I was totally overmatched against her youthful 
and athletically gifted body. The fact that she was a young teenage 
girl filled me with shame every time she played with her little toy 
as she called me.

To make matters worse, Joanie would often goad her on and make my 
plight even harder to endure. I knew my kid sister was paying me 
back for when I was on top. It was just that it seemed, her pay 
back never ended. 

What embarrassed me more, though, was that Lorna considered me her 
little pet. She didn't treat me like a man, but rather a toy or a 
plaything to do with as she pleased. During her last visit when my 
parents were away, she had made my life a living hell, making me 
endure some totally unbelievable and very humiliating situations. 

Somehow, my life had spiraled out of control, and I was completely 
at the mercy of two precocious young teenage girls. Unfortunately 
for me, their minds were as sharp as their bodies were impressive. 
They had no trouble coming up with new and ingenious and very 
shameful situations for me to endure, and for them to relish in.

When my mom and step dad returned, I thought my ordeal would be at 
an end, but Lorna had grown so confident in her control over me 
that she even shamed me in front of them. I saw the embarrassment 
on my mothers face, and she tried to intervene, but my step dad 
would always stop her. He seemed to actually enjoy my fate. Maybe 
he thought I would leave, and I would have, if Lorna would have let 
me. 

Mercifully, she left for home supposedly never to return. It made 
my life bearable again and slowly everything returned to how I 
liked it. Then, in what seemed like just a moment in time, she was 
back and bigger than ever. Now, I was hiding from the both of them 
again as I trembled in fear in a remote corner of the basement. 
Hiding was useless, however. I knew that eventually they would find 
me.

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"Oh Jimmy! Come out come out wherever you are!" Lorna sang out in 
that delightful Australian accent of hers as she looked for the 
object of her affection in the backyard.

Joanie was there too. As she looked behind some bushes, one of 
Jim's favorite hiding places,  she yelled back toward Lorna, "The 
little shit's not here!" Then she yelled at the top of her lungs, 
"James Carson, You better get here this instant!....If you know 
what's good for you!"

Lorna looked at her best friend somewhat apprehensively and said, 
"It's OK mate! I know where he is.....It's just that...." And she 
hesitated.

By this time, Joanie was walking back toward her best friend and 
she asked with concern in her voice, "What's up, Lorna?"

"I never did tell you why I wanted to come back with you." 

"I just thought you wanted to be around your best friend, me," 
Joanie said with a smile.

"I do," Lorna answered back, "and you are my best friend, my best 
bud! But I really came back for Jimmy!"

Joanie just stared at Lorna for a moment, somewhat startled by her 
comment, then she said in amazement, "My God! Don't tell me you 
love the little shit!"

"Yes!...No!...Oh, I'm not sure," she said in a confused voice. 
"It's just that I do like him...And he's so perfect for me. I can't 
tell you how it makes me feel when I make him do anything I want. 
It's such a rush!" Then almost as an afterthought Lorna asked her 
best friend, "Do you think he'll come back with us?"

Joanie rolled her eyes and sighed before she answered, "Girl, 
Jimmy's not the problem. I think you can make him decide to come 
back with us....If that's what you want?....If you know what I 
mean?"

Lorna gave her friend a coy little smile and shook her head like 
she knew exactly what Joanie meant. 

"No, Jimmy's not the problem. You're going to have to convince my 
parents that he needs to come back with us..And that won't be 
easy."

Lorna sighed heavily and looked like she was deep in thought. From 
the look on her face, Joanie could tell she didn't have the 
slightest idea how to proceed.

"I'm your Bud, right?" Joanie proclaimed. 

Lorna shook her head in the affirmative and gave her friend a 
forced smile.

Then Joanie continued, "I'm not sure if you love the little turd or 
you just like him or if you just want him around as a toy, but it 
really doesn't matter to me. You're my bud, AND THAT'S WHY I'M 
GOING TO GIVE HIM TO YOU!"

Lorna noticeably brightened and she asked excitedly, "How you gonna 
do that?"

"You need a plan and I have one," she said in a matter of fact tone 
of voice. "First, If we can assure my parents that Jim will have a 
job when he gets to Australia, I think my dad will help us pack his 
suit case......Do you think your pop can find him a job?" she asked 
giving Lorna a hopeful look.

A big smile lit up Lorna's face as she answered her best friend, 
"That's not a problem. He can work for my dad in one of his 
business's." Then she gave it just a moments more thought and 
proclaimed, "He can work in my dad's charter boat business. My 
dad's already promised me that one when I turn eighteen."

An even bigger smile lit up Lorna's face as a thought crossed her 
mind, and she said enthusiastically and with a touch of irony in 
her voice, That'll mean Jimmy will eventually work for me."

Joanie nodded and smiled as she thought about her lazy stepbrother 
finally having to work for a living, and as the image of her 
stepbrother having to swab a deck danced in her mind, she thought 
to herself, payback's a bitch, isn't it, Bro!" But she couldn't 
dwell on those happy thoughts for too long because she had one more 
concern. 

"Do you think your dad will mind an older man hanging around the 
place even if he is my stepbrother?....I mean he is twice our age." 
Joanie asked even more apprehensively.

Lorna gave the question a few moments of thought. Then she was 
smiling again, and she answered her best friend very assuredly, "No 
problem, Mate. You know we have a huge place and besides he's a 
part of  your family and we always take care of family in 
Australia. Then in a sweet little voice, Lorna added, "Besides, my 
dad can't deny his little girl any request."

After her statement, Lorna straightened completely and tensed her 
muscular young body causing her muscles to bulge out all over. The 
move made her seem even taller and  more massive than  normal. She 
looked more like a huge bronze statue than a young teenage girl.

The irony of her statement and the muscle show she was putting on 
for the benefit of her friend wasn't lost on Joanie. She 
immediately started to laugh and Lorna followed suit.

A moment later, Lorna composed herself, and made a muscle with her 
huge right arm still for Joanie's benefit and added, "My dad knows 
his little girl can take care of herself, and it won't be like  
little Jimmy's going to impose his will on me," she said proudly. 
"Besides, girl's mature early in Australia and my dad won't get in 
the way if I like a boy. Especially one who's so weak and 
helpless."

While Joanie continued to watch the muscle show and listen to her 
best friend, another thought came into her agile young mind. She 
stopped laughing for a moment and placed her right hand on her jaw 
as if she was deep in thought. 

Lorna noticed Joanie's change in mood and immediately stopped the 
muscle show. A moment later she was asking, "What's up, Mate?"

"Hmmm!" Joanie replied still deep in thought. "You know we can work 
that weak and helpless angle too. If we can show my parents just 
how inept Jimmy is at taking care of himself, I'll bet they'll be 
glad even anxious to send him back with us. Most of the time, their 
traveling and Jimmy will be home all alone."

Lorna's face lit up. It was obvious she loved the total plan, and 
she gave her best friend a big hug.

"Ufff!" Joanie said as the air was drained out of her lungs by 
Lorna's massively encircling arms. "Enough already with the hug," 
Joanie managed to say with what little air she had left. "Save it 
for Jimmy!" 

Lorna let her friend go and started to giggle.

After a few moments when she had regained her breath, Joanie said 
somewhat mischievously,   "Now, let's go find my stepbrother and 
give him the good news."

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I could hear their footsteps and their girlish banter as they 
walked down the stairs. I hopelessly glanced from side to side 
looking for a way out. The only exit was the stairs. I was trapped. 
I became quiet as a mouse and cringed behind some boxes and hoped 
it wasn't me they were looking for.

As soon as they reached the middle of the basement, Joanie looked 
about for her stepbrother. She saw nothing and heard nothing. It 
was as quiet as a morgue down here she thought.

She turned to Lorna and asked, "Are you sure he's down here?"

Lorna nodded like she was absolutely certain he was, winked at her 
friend, and said, "Watch!"

She folded her hands and tapped her foot impatiently as she ordered 
in a raised voice, "Jimmy, come here this instant!"

Her command startled me. I was still hoping against hope that they 
weren't down here for me. I shook my head and sighed heavily. I 
wanted to keep hiding, but I knew if I did, they would eventually 
find me and then I would pay an even bigger penalty. So I meekly 
stood up from behind the boxes and walked toward the two towering 
teens waiting for me in the middle of the basement.

As I approached, I hung my head. 

Joanie giggled with delight when she saw me and asked her friend 
incredulously, "How'd you know he was down here?"

Lorna smiled herself as she watched Jimmy approach, then she 
commented to Joanie, "This is his favorite hiding place!"

Then she rolled her eyes and added, "Like I don't know that 
already."

I stopped next to Lorna and looked up. Both girls towered over me 
and they were staring down at me and smiling. Both girls had on 
halter tops and cut off jeans that exposed much of their long 
gorgeous legs and other delightful parts of their female anatomy as 
well. As I looked at them, I wondered why they were allowed to 
dress like that, but I realized that Joanie's father had allowed 
her to do as she pleased for some time now.

For some reason as I stood there, I couldn't help checking out my 
stepsister more closely. She had changed so much since I last saw 
her. The change still boggled my mind. She wasn't yet in Lorna's 
class, but she really had put on some muscle all in all the right 
places, and she had sprouted into a beautiful young woman with 
gorgeous long legs that seemed to go on forever. They were much 
more massive than I remembered, but they were still oh so feminine 
looking. Her upper body had become more massive especially in the 
shoulders and upper back, and her biceps had doubled in size since 
I last saw her too.

Her face was changing as well. She was transforming from a cute and 
perky looking teen into a hauntingly beautiful young woman. The 
seemingly overnight transformation had left me stunned and 
irritated. We were never close. Our relationship had always been  
adversarial in nature with me holding the upper hand most of the 
time. Now, it seemed like she held all the cards. Together with her 
new found muscle along with her great beauty and other undeniable 
charms only made my confusion more perplexing.

Joanie, noticed me checking her out and made a muscle for my 
benefit and said, "Like what you see, little bro?...Just remember 
who has the power and who must obey!"

Standing next to their magnificent bodies, how could I forget. Both 
girls were still just fourteen, but now the top of my head only 
came up to Joanie's shoulder, and when I looked directly at Lorna I 
was staring straight into her boobs.

Lorna turned to her friend and asked, "I think Jimmy here should 
pay a little penalty for hiding on us, don't you?"

"Oh definitely!" Joanie replied.

Then Lorna turned to me and said very casually, "Drop your 
trousers, mate!"

This time my full attention went to Lorna. She was just as 
beautiful as Joanie. A true young blonde Australian beauty, but 
tall like a goddess, and the body and shapely muscle of a much 
older woman. 

She was more like a heroine drawn from a comic book than a real 
live person, but she was undeniably real. The unlikely nature of my 
two protagonists always made me feel like I had been transported 
into someone's B novel. My predicament always had the feeling of 
unreality to it. Like I was just experiencing a hazy nightmare and 
that if I concentrated hard enough, I would awake into my other 
life.

As I continued to look up at Lorna, I realized her attributes were 
undeniable, but the thing that always struck me about her beyond 
her larger than life persona was the fact that she appeared to 
radiate with an unmistakable aura. Or to put it another way, with a 
healthy glow which seemed to emanate from all parts of her body. 
She just seemed more alive then any person I knew, and this aura 
appeared to magnify her qualities beyond what one could identify as 
normal or even human. It truly made her appear more like a goddess 
in my mind, and it just added to my confusion. 

Often, I thought, and it felt like her aura was draining my own 
life force because I seemed to be so weak and inadequate around 
her, so unable to cope with her moods and whims, and outlandishly 
powerful body. After being near her, it just seemed like I needed 
time to recover and recharge my own life force.

Finally, my mind snapped back to the reality of the moment, and I 
gave her an incredulous look to her outlandish order, but I bit my 
tongue and remained silent. Against her sheer size and power, I 
just didn't have an answer. So as Lorna's and my sister's smile 
widened with my obedience, I unbuckled my pants and let them fall 
around my ankles.

As soon as they hit the floor, Lorna reacted. She pushed my head 
down slightly trapping it between her thighs. At the same time, she 
grabbed me around the waist so that my arms were trapped at my 
sides, and then she lifted me up, with my head still trapped 
between her thighs. My ass was sticking straight up exposing it for 
all to see. My pants were dangling loosely around my legs, and I 
must have looked a sight. 

Unfortunately for me, I knew what came next and I panicked. I tried 
to fight back, but my options were limited. I couldn't move a 
muscle in this position.

Then Lorna turned to Joanie and asked her in an amused voice, "Will 
you do the honors, mate?"

I'd be honored," Joanie shot back and then she slipped off my shoes 
and removed my pants from about my legs.

After my pants had been removed, I heard her say, "Hmmmm!" as if 
she was thinking and then she added, "I think we should remove his 
underpants too, don't you?"

"By all means!" Lorna replied.

"Now wait just a darn minute!" I yelled in as firm a voice as I 
could muster.

The girls ignored my outburst except that Lorna tightened her 
stranglehold  around my waist and I felt her legs tighten around my 
head as well. The result was that I stopped arguing and began to 
squeal instead, "Ahhhhhhhh!....STOP!...Ahhhhhhhh!"

At the same time, I felt Joanie pulling my shorts down. In a matter 
of seconds, she had successfully removed them, as well, exposing my 
naked ass to both girls.

I braced for the worst, but the blows didn't come. 
 
Instead, Joanie fondled both my ass cheeks and commented as she did 
so, "I see he's been punished before!"

"Yes!" Lorna commented pretending to be annoyed with me, "he's been 
a very bad boy many times before!"

Both girls had wailed the tar out of me many times in the past. I 
quickly realized this was just a little game they were playing.

"You have!" Joanie exclaimed at the same time grabbing my dick.

"Such a bad boy!....I'll just hold on to this convenient little 
ornament while I administer your punishment."

"Let go!" I managed to yell and regretted it almost at once.

Joanie squeezed my shaft in her hand even harder and said sternly, 
"What did you say?"

"Nothing!" I yelled back in pain, but the pressure did ease.

Without letting go of my penis she asked Lorna, "Hold his little 
rump up higher. I want to make sure each blow lands squarely!"

After Lorna lifted me higher in the air, Joanie commented as she 
fondled my ass cheeks with her one hand and squeezed my penis with 
her other hand.

"You know I saw this movie once where the boy being paddled had to 
thank the spanker after every blow. So Jimmy after you've been 
spanked I want you to thank me and ask me politely to administer 
another...Do you understand?"

As I hung there suspended in Lorna's arms with my ass sticking up 
in the air, I realized that my stepsister was the cause of much of 
my anguish. Lorna was ingenious enough, but with my sister at her 
side, my shame and humiliation at the two girls hands seemed to get 
magnified many fold.

"Do you understand?" she repeated in a firmer more threatening 
voice.

"Yes!" I sobbed.

"Good!" she said and then I heard a loud CRACK! and felt a 
tremendous burning sensation on my ass.

"Well?" she asked.

I felt her grip my penis even tighter and the words came spilling 
out of my mouth, "Thank you, Joanie! May I have another?"

"CRACK!"

"Thank you, Joanie! May I have another?"

I heard Lorna giggling in between the smacks. She was obviously 
enjoying the show.

"CRACK!"

"Thank you, Joanie! May I have another?"

The smacking went on for some time.

"CRACK!"

"Thank you, Joanie! May I have another?" 

After a few minutes, I started to sob and then to cry. My cheeks 
were on fire. During the pummeling, my dick became as hard as a 
rock. I don't think it was from the spanking. It was more form the 
fondling, but it didn't go unnoticed by Joanie.

"Look Lorna, the little shit likes to be spanked by a girl."

"CRACK!"

"Thank you, Joanie! May I have another?"

"I can't see," Lorna commented. Then she  transferred my weight to 
one arm freeing up the other. She moved it down between my legs and 
grabbed my penis just as Joanie let go.

As soon as she latched on to my boner she yelled, "Bad Boy!"

"CRACK!"

"Thank you, Joaanie! May I have another?....Please, Lorna! I'm 
sorry!"

The situation was totally absurd, but if I didn't play along, I 
knew my suffering would last longer. At the same time, I was deeply 
embarrassed that my stepsister could elicit that kind of reaction 
from me. 

"You've been a very bad boy!...I think he should get twenty more, 
Joanie!"

Joanie giggled and then I heard another loud CRACK!"

"Thank you, Joanie! May I have another?"

Lorna counted out twenty more never leaving go of my penis during 
the rest of my punishment, and then mercifully it was over, but by 
this time I was balling. I can't describe the embarrassment I felt. 
I don't know what was worse, being punished and overpowered by 
teenage girls or them making me cry in their presence.

After the spanking, Lorna mercifully set me down on my feet. She 
grabbed my chin with one of her massive hands and made me look up 
at her as she brushed away the tears from my eyes.

As she did so, she asked, "Now, are you ever going to hide from 
Joanie or me again?"

"No!" I managed to say between sobs.

"That'a a good boy!" she said happily and then she picked me up 
under my arms and held me off the ground at eye level.

"I have some wonderful news for you, Mate!"

That sounded ominous.

Then she lifted me higher till her arms were completely 
outstretched and I was held nearly a foot over her head with my 
feet dangling down helplessly next to her own massively muscled 
thighs.

As I looked down at her, she said happily, "I've decided to take 
you back to Australia with me."

For a second or two her words just didn't register in my brain, and 
when they finally did, my first reaction was not very manly.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed.

That brought a chuckle from Joanie and a comment.

"It's not really like you have a vote, besides Australia will be 
good for you. You'll even have a job."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed again.
 
This nightmare was getting worse and worse. I looked down into 
Lorna's eyes and said very calmly, "Lorna, I can't go. Who'll take 
care of my mom and this house?"

Again it was Joanie who answered, "Well duh! Like she does have a 
husband."

I was about to answer her when I felt Lorna squeeze my chest with 
her thumbs as she held me high over her head. The pressure brought 
mild discomfort, but it also brought my complete attention back to 
Lorna.

When I turned back to her, she spoke very deliberately and in a 
manner that scared the bejesus out of me.

"The matter has been settled. YOU ARE COMING WITH ME! So get used 
to the idea, Mate."

After her soliloquy, she increased the pressure on my chest waiting 
for my reply. What choices did I have? I didn't want to go to 
Australia. Australia was away from everything I knew and loved. It 
was located in some backwater part of the world, and in my mind it 
was still a penal colony with absolutely no appeal. My mind didn't 
miss the irony of that thought. There, I would be helpless, more a 
prisoner than a man.

I was going to have to bolt, to run away till they went back to 
Australia, but of course I didn't tell her that or even want her to 
get the idea that I was capable of that alternative.  As I looked 
down into Lorna's eyes while being effortlessly suspended in her 
arms, I estimated that she had to be four or five times stronger 
than me. So I pretended to give in to the inevitable. I lowered my 
head and said sadly, "What choice do I have?"

Lorna eased the pressure on my chest and answered, "None!" Then she 
transferred me to her hip.

Joanie, glorifying in my misery came closer tweaked my cheek and 
said enthusiastically, "Where going to have so much fun together in 
Australia. Why we'll be like the three musketeer's, Porthos, 
Arimus, and Wimpus."

Her little joke brought a huge laugh from both girls. For some 
reason, I didn't feel like laughing at the moment.

After the laughter died down, Lorna grabbed my cheek and turned my 
head so I was looking directly at her. Then she said very 
deliberately, "I want you to be very enthusiastic when we discuss 
this with your parents, understand?"

I swallowed hard and nodded that I did indeed understand. 

"Good boy!" Lorna cooed. 

Before Lorna could say anything more, Joanie shouted, "I have an 
idea!"

I hated Joanie's ideas.

"Let's hurry and find my parents! I don't want his eyes to dry."

Why didn't she want my eyes to dry?

While Lorna was asking what the plan was, she was already hastily 
redressing me.

"There's no time like the present to put our plans into action. 
Just follow my lead," she told Lorna. 

I was dressed in record time and then I found myself on Joanie's 
hip. As she began to walk with me in her arms towards the steps, 
Lorna followed a pace or two behind. 

But before she started to climb the stairs, Joanie turned back 
toward Lorna and added, "The plan we talked about starts now! When 
I take Jimmy up to his room, stay behind and just casually mention 
that you could get him a job in Australia."

A JOB! My situation was becoming desperate. And to make it a 
hundred times worse, Joanie was going to be carrying me when she 
confronted my parents with whatever her twisted little mind was 
planning.

The girls found my mom and my surrogate dad in the living room 
watching TV. Mr. Hawkins had his arm around my mom's shoulders, but 
when he saw the two girls walk into the room, he quickly removed 
his arm and then both of my parents stared dumbfounded at the site 
they now beheld.

My mom was the first to react as the two girls drew close.

"My God, Joanie! Put your brother down this instant."

Joanie quickly responded, "Mom, you don't understand. Lorna and I 
found Jimmy in the basement crying....Isn't that right, Lorna?"

Joanie never called my mother, mom. She always called her by her 
first name, Sylvia. But today she was playing this game of hers to 
the hilt.

"That's right, Mrs. Hawkins," Lorna quickly responded. "Little 
Jimmy fell over some boxes, and he couldn't get up. I think he hurt 
his widdle leg."

I could see Joanie trying to suppress her laughter and she was 
trying not to smile as well, but a clearly audible giggle did 
manage to find it's way out of her mouth.

I looked over at my stepdad and he was frowning and shaking his 
head back and forth like he was more angry with me than usual and 
he was staring directly at me.

In the mean time, Joanie picked up the story, "I don't think he's 
hurt very bad, mom!" After her statement, Joanie grabbed my chin 
with one of her hands, moved me closer to my mom, and moved my head 
towards my mother as well for her inspection.

"See! He's already stopped crying."

While my mother inspected me with her eyes, I heard my stepdad say, 
"Idle hands are the devil's tools!"

Joanie didn't want to lose her momentum so she immediately added, 
"I'll take him upstairs and get him cleaned up and make sure he's 
not seriously hurt."

Before either parent could say anything, Joanie turned to me, 
kissed me on the cheek, and added, "Because I love my little 
brother."

That brought an ironic little giggle from Lorna's lips.

My mom always my defender said firmly, "He's a grown man, dear. I'm 
sure he can take care of himself."

My father immediately piped in, "Let her take care of him. We're 
lucky my daughter likes the little clutz."

My mom tried to come to my defense, but all she got out was the 
word, "But...." before she was interrupted again.

This time Joanie was talking very fast, "I'll take good care of 
him, mom. You can count on me....And maybe he should come with 
Lorna and I while we go shopping. Then he wouldn't be alone and he 
won't get hurt again."

I was getting dizzy listening to the conversation. It had that 
feeling of unreality about it I mentioned earlier. But this time I 
was not going to remain quiet. 

"I can take care of myself!" I shouted rather loudly.

Immediately after, I felt Joanie's arm tighten threateningly around 
my waist as she supported me on her hip. It had the desired effect 
of keeping me from adding anything more to the conversation.

Mr. Hawkins ignored me and said somewhat disgustedly, "Sylvie dear, 
let the girls baby-sit him for us this afternoon. Then for once 
he'll be out of our hair."

My mom wanted to say something more, but she hung her head and just 
nodded her acceptance. With her reluctant agreement to her husbands 
wishes, she effectively sealed my fate.

"Great!" Joanie exclaimed. "You can count on Lorna and I taking 
good care of him," and she emphasized the word good. 

Before she left with me, she asked her dad one thing more, "Can I 
have one of your cards? Lorna and I are going shopping for some 
groceries and things."

Mr. Hawkins took a card from his wallet and handed it towards his 
daughter. In response, Joanie bent her body and aimed me in the 
general direction of the card.

As Joanie moved her body and me towards her dad, she said very 
sarcastically, "Grab that, Jimmy! Your younger sister has to carry 
you around and protect you. It's the least you can do!"

With all that the girls had done to me in the past, I don't think I 
was this embarrassed. Joanie had found a new level for my ego to 
sink too. I grabbed the card, but I could no longer look my mom in 
the face.

I could hear Lorna giggling again as well.

Before she left with me, Joanie added, "While I go take care of my 
little brother, Lorna has some exciting news for the both of you 
that I'm sure you'll both be VERY interested in hearing."

I realized as I listened that somehow, Joanie had managed to 
successfully change our two roles.

As Joanie carried me to my room, I turned and could see Lorna 
talking to my mom and her husband. The expression on my stepdad's 
face immediately changed from disgust and disinterest to one of 
complete attentiveness. I could only guess what Lorna was telling 
them, but for once I really didn't care.

A few moments later I was in Joanie's room and kneeling between her 
legs in front of her while she sat on the edge of the bed and was 
looking down at me. She had a hold of my chin with one hand and was 
grasping some of my hair with the other. She wasn't talking just 
yet, but her eyes were trying to stare a hole right through me. 

Joanie still had her tiny cutoffs on and the only piece of clothing 
I still had on was my briefs, but they were down around my knees. 
While she was ripping most of my clothes off moments before, my ass 
started to hurt again from the spanking I had received a few short 
minutes ago, and my hand was rubbing that area as I continued to 
look into her eyes.

She stared into my eyes for a few more minutes just gloating before 
she started to speak very firmly to me, "Don't get any ideas about 
running away."

Could she read my mind.

"Lorna and I are much too strong for you and we're way more 
intelligent than you as well. If you plan anything, either of us 
will know instantly, and then it will go very hard on you...Do you 
understand?"

"Yes," I managed to say in a small unconvincing voice.

As she held me in that very dominant position, I saw a smile start 
to spread across her face.

"Good!" She whispered in a very pleased tone of voice. "Just 
remember, you no longer have any control over any facet of your 
life." And she paused for a moment to let her words sink in and 
then she continued. "Lorna wants you for some reason I can't 
fathom....And what Lorna wants Lorna gets!"

I still didn't know what Lorna wanted of me. Did she want to 
eventually marry me? That thought wasn't totally unappealing. After 
all she was a goddess.

As she continued to look down at me, Joanie's tone changed. "I can 
still see disobedience in your eyes," she informed me. "Maybe you 
need another lesson."

"No Pl..." I managed to get out as my world and my perspective 
started to change.

In a flash, I had been turned and I now found Joanie's luscious 
young but oh so powerful teenage thighs encircling my head as I sat 
facing away from her with most of my body stretched out on the 
floor at her feet.

My hands instinctively went to her thighs, but before I started to 
struggle and she started to apply pressure, I saw her head appear 
above me.

"Can't get out, huh?"

When I heard that remark, my hands attempted to yank her thighs 
apart. Still, she didn't apply any pressure with her legs. Instead, 
she placed her hands on her hips and let me try to free myself. I 
thrashed about for awhile while she seemed not to expend any energy 
herself except to laugh at my feeble attempts. After a minute or 
two of unsuccessful efforts on my part, I stopped to rest. That's 
when her head appeared above me again.

"What a wimp! She exclaimed. "It must be totally humiliating for 
you to be at the mercy of such a young girl. And make no mistake, I 
may not be in Lorna's class, just yet, but I can just as easily 
control you."

After her words, I again tried to pry myself free, and was just as 
unsuccessful as before. 

When her giggling died down, she started talking again, "We are 
superior to you in every way. It's only natural that we control 
every aspect of your existence. As far as your concerned, Lorna and 
I are superior beings."

Could she read my mind. Sometimes, that's exactly how I viewed 
Lorna.

Then her mood shifted slightly and she said in a less 
confrontational tone,  "It doesn't have to be all pain, shame, and 
humiliation for you. Once you grow accustomed to your new role,  
I'm sure you'll learn to love it. Why I'll bet there are millions 
of men out in the world that would sell there souls to be around 
and controlled by two young beauties as you are now."

I knew she was right about that last part. Both girls were turning 
into awesome specimens of the female gender, but I wanted my 
freedom and the right to choose.

Then Joanie's head appeared above me again, and what she said next 
startled me, "You know, it could have been different between us. I 
think I could have really liked you more if you would have treated 
me better all those years when I was younger and not as awesome as 
I am now."

After her statement, she just stared into my eyes waiting for what 
I assumed was an apology. I had none to offer. She had more than 
paid me back over the last year.

Instead, I looked up and said hopefully, "Can't we make a new 
start."

That brought immediate laughter from her.

After the laughter died down she said triumphantly, "Too late! I 
rather enjoy our new relative positions. If I were you, I'd try not 
to piss me off, and maybe just maybe I won't be such a bitch!"

After her statement, she pushed my head a little farther down her 
thighs and she leaned back on the bed and casually sighed. With her 
toes pointing out perpendicular to the floor, she started to pour 
on the pressure. My hands again went to the massive pillars that 
were her legs. I looked down at them as I tried to pry them apart. 
The thing that startled me was that my hands and arms looked so 
small next to those long massive female legs. Even before I tried 
to pull, I knew I wouldn't be successful.

Still I had to try. My actions were a natural reaction to her 
imprisoning legs and the pressure she was beginning to exert. The 
pain was mounting and my plight was starting to get unbearable. My 
hands tried to yank her legs apart just above her calves. I 
couldn't even budge them an inch. After a short while of maximum 
effort on my part, my energy played out and I just rested my hands 
on her knees as she continued to apply increasing pressure to my 
head an neck.

I looked down and could see her legs as they massacred me. They 
were so massive in comparison to my own body, but yet they were so 
lovely so undeniably feminine, and her pointing toes with their 
painted red nails just added to the confusion raging in my brain. 
The contrasts between us made my head spin even more than the 
squeezing. I was the man. I should have been bigger, stronger, and 
in control, and what made it worse was that she was so young and 
she was completely controlling me with just her magnificent legs.

Then it got even worse. She stopped pointing her toes and moved her 
feet down so that she was manipulating my penis with them  even as 
she continued to apply pressure with her thighs on my head and 
neck. My hands were still free, but they were unable to stop her 
legs and feet from doing whatever they wanted to do with my body.

I guess she wanted to show me how completely in control she was and 
her cunning little mind couldn't have come up with a better way. I 
felt so utterly helpless as her delectable thighs dealt out the 
pain, and her toes and feet massaged and manipulated my rapidly 
growing penis delivering pleasure to my brain at the same time. I 
can't explain the utter shame and helplessness I felt, but yet my 
mind was reacting to the other sensations she was forcing on me as 
well. I felt so lost,  so out of control.

Her legs deftly continued to control and manipulate my body as I 
felt myself responding. Her legs were just too massive and too 
muscular for me to handle, but yet they had not lost any of there 
potent male allure.

In spite of myself, her gentle manipulation of my now rock hard 
penis was having it's effect on me, and my mind became a swirling 
fountain of passion in an ocean of pain.

She choose this moment to comment.

"Are we having fun, yet!"

I begged, "Please!...don't!...stop!"

She giggled and asked, "So you don't want me to stop?"

"No..No...Please stop!....your my sister!"

"Silly! We're not related! We're only brother and sister by 
marriage." And then her sassy tone of voice changed to a more 
sultry and sexy air as she stated, "I know you like it!...I know 
you like it a lot!"

Oh God she was right, even with the pain, I did like it!

Her talented feet continued there manipulation. Faster and faster 
they robbed till I lost the ultimate battle and my penis erupted 
like a volcano. My body shook in spasms between her legs and still 
her legs controlled me.

Finally, my arms fell away from their hold on her knees, and my 
whole body went limp even though her thighs still pressured my 
head. I needed rest and could no longer react to the pressure she 
was still exerting.

Instead of letting me go, the pressure mounted and she leaned back 
to apply even more leverage to her hold. She shook her legs 
violently as the pressure mounted. I could no longer control my 
arms and they flailed about helplessly till I could no longer lift 
them. All the pleasurable sensations my body had experienced just 
moments before had been completely and utterly erased.

The pressure lasted for what seemed like an eternity as her legs 
shook my body around like a rag doll in their deadly embrace till I 
felt consciousness slipping. Then she mercifully let up. 

I could sense her moving, but I couldn't react. I felt her grab my 
hair and she ordered me to, "Get up!"

My body was drained. It barely listened to my commands, but I 
tried, God I tried. I didn't want any more squeezing. As I slowly 
moved, Joanie yanked on my hair to make me react faster.

After I stood up on wobbly legs, she quickly lifted me on to the 
bed so that I was standing on it. I almost fell and she had to 
steady me till my body gained equilibrium.

Stupidly, I reacted by saying the first thing that came into my 
mind.

"I'm going to tell Lorna," I blurted out.

Joanie quickly grabbed my chin and made me look directly at her, 
and she issued a stern warning that curdled my blood.

"Don't come between Lorna and I. That would be a big mistake on 
your part, and if you think I've been rough on you before....Well, 
I'm not sure what I would do to you!....Get it!"

"Got it!" I answered back

That seemed to satisfy her. Then her mood changed again to a more 
businesslike tone, and she informed me, "First, I'm going to clean 
you up with a wet towel, and then I'm going to dress you....Got 
it!"

"Got it!" I answered back.

"Then I'm going to get it. The towel that is, she said merrily and 
she moved off leaving me to wobble unsteadily on the top of the 
bed.

Ten minutes later, I was dressed and ready to join Lorna and Joanie 
on their shopping spree. Joanie had found and old pair of shorts 
for me to wear. Unfortunately for me, they weren't mine, they were 
hers.

Joanie had grown so much over the last year that much of her 
clothes were too small for her. One of her favorite pairs of 
shorts, a powder blue pair was hastily pulled out of her drawer and 
slipped over my legs. When I protested that she didn't allow me to 
put my briefs back on, she gave me a stern look. 

When I saw her expression, I stopped complaining instantly and just 
gave in to the inevitable. 

The shorts may have been small on Joanie, but they were a bit large 
for me. Despite that fact, I still had to wear them. I thought I 
looked ridiculous in them.

She also made me wear one of her T-shirts. It also was a bit large. 
When she saw me in it, she giggled and told me it hadn't fit her 
since she was twelve, but yet it was too big on me. That bit of 
news made me feel even smaller and more insignificant then ever 
before.

My new look was capped off with a pair a white ankle length socks. 
When I asked for a pair of shoes, I was told I wouldn't be needing 
any. The girls were going to carry me everywhere.

When I was dressed, Joanie scooped me up into her arms and paused 
by the mirror for a quick inspection of her handiwork. I was on her 
right hip as she gazed happily into the mirror.

As soon as she saw our reflections, she giggled for a moment and 
then commented happily, "Well little bro, aren't we a sight!"

I didn't answer her for a second. I was still trying to cope with 
our reflections. Finally, I tried a new strategy. I started to beg.

"Please, Joanie, I'll do anything you say, just don't take me out 
like this."

"Too late!....Too Late!" she gleefully informed me.

In desperation, I blurted out, "I'll never treat you bad 
again....honest."

"Too late!....Too late!" she said again in almost a wistful sort of 
a voice. Then she grabbed my chin with her hand and made me look 
directly at her as she added in a sterner voice, "You don't have a 
choice anymore....Get it!"

I looked in to her eyes and knew what I had to say. "Got it!" I 
said in a completely defeated tone of voice.

Her mood changed again and she added whimsically, "Now, let's not 
keep Lorna waiting any longer. She might get mad....and I wouldn't 
want her to take it out on my wittle brother."

 Loud laughter filled the room after her statement. Then Joanie 
turned and, still laughing, walked us out the door and down the 
steps.

When we made our entrance, I could see my step father's mood had 
changed. He seemed very happy. Just the opposite of how my mom 
looked.

As soon as we entered, Joanie proclaimed to everyone, "We're back!" 
Then looking at my mom she added, "He wasn't hurt too bad."  Then 
not waiting for an answer she turned to her dad and asked, "Did 
Lorna tell you all about Australia."

"Yes," my step dad said excitedly. Then looking directly at me he 
said as if his mind had already been made up, "Young man, the girls 
just may have come up with a solution to your unemployment 
problem."

I didn't think I had a problem as far as not working was concerned.

While he was talking, Joanie transferred me into Lorna's arms and 
she placed me on her right hip as was her custom.

My mom seeing my plight asked, "Can't he walk?"

As usual, Joanie had a quick answer for her. 

"I'm afraid not, Sylvia. He's not wearing any shoes and besides his 
shorts are too big, they may fall down, and we wouldn't want him to 
get embarrassed now would we."

Like usual, the situation was totally ridiculous, but nobody else 
seemed to notice.

Still my mom almost managed to get out a half hearted objection.

"But he's...."

Like usual, her husband butted in.

"Oh let the kids go, dear. I'm sure they'll take good care of him. 
Won't you Lorna?"

"He couldn't be safer." And after her statement she made a muscle 
with her free arm. It was as big as an orange.

"See dear!" Mr. Hawkins said firmly admiring Lorna's muscle 
himself.

As if to cut short the conversation, Joanie proclaimed, "Gotta 
run!" and her and Lorna turned to leave.

As Lorna carried me out the door with Joanie at her side, my step 
dad yelled after us, "We'll discuss Australia, young man, as soon 
as you return."

I knew what that meant.....I was doomed!

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The first stop was the mall. As soon as we got inside, the girls 
stuck me in a stroller. I just barely fit. I can't tell you how 
embarrassed I was at all the stares. After a while,  I stopped 
focusing on the people and my surroundings, and just looked down at 
the tiled floor. 

On the other hand, the girls seemed to feed off of  all the 
attention they were receiving and they were getting as much 
attention, if not more, than I was getting. They both had proud 
looks on their faces as they casually strolled along occasionally 
looking into the store windows. 

For the most part, the women we encountered were the worst. They 
stared at me for what seemed like hours, finally shook their heads 
in disbelief, and laughed. While the men would glance my way and 
shake their heads too, but their attention would invariably be 
drawn back toward the two stunning female specimens that 
accompanied me. Both girls were still wearing tight fitting halter 
tops and those short shorts of theirs that barely concealed 
anything.

The children were bad too. They stared at me in total wonder, and 
weren't afraid to ask questions. The girls would always stop and 
patiently answer any questions they might have, no matter how 
embarrassing it was to me. 

Often, after a couple would pass, I would be subjected to comments 
like, "Wimp!" or "Doesn't he have any pride?" 

I wanted to yell out to them that I was being forced into this 
ridiculous position. That I was a prisoner, but that sounded just 
as absurd as I must have looked. 

Our first stop was an outfitters store. There, the girls bought me 
a lot of new clothing. I was told the clothes would be perfect for 
Australia. I guess the people, there, wear a lot of shorts and 
vests. I even got a hat. It was similar to the one that Australian 
star wears in those commercials.

The next store was more traditional, but the clothes sure weren't. 
The girls would confer among themselves about a purchase, but they 
just ignored my comments. Usually, I didn't like what I had to try 
on, but that didn't seem to matter in the slightest. I didn't have 
any say in the matter.

Finally, as Lorna and I had a frosty in the concession area, Joanie 
left us and went into a nearby novelty store. She came back with 
several packages. When I inquired what she had bought, all I got 
for my trouble was a round of giggles from both girls after Joanie 
had whispered into Lorna's ear.

Our last stop was the grocery store. Thank God I didn't fit in the 
grocery cart. I was just too big. It meant Lorna had to carry me on 
her hip as Joanie pushed the cart. After awhile my mind tried to 
decide which was worse, being carried by a teenage girl or being 
pushed in the grocery cart. I guess that answer really didn't 
matter.

The worst experience of the whole trip happened in the grocery 
store just a few minutes after we entered. In the produce section, 
a  family was doing their shopping for the week. I didn't know the 
couple, but both girls seemed to know them well. As soon as the 
girls recognized them, they waved and walked over.

The mother was a tall brunet in her early thirties. She was tall 
for a woman and she looked extremely fit, but she wasn't as tall as 
either Joanie or Lorna. I estimated her height at about 5'11. Her 
name was Irene and I soon found out that she was an aerobics 
instructor at a local health club.

Her husband George was a hulk of a man. He was almost as tall as 
Lorna and during the conversation I learned he was a construction 
worker. George didn't talk much during the visit, he continually 
stared at me and was too busy trying to suppress his laughter.

The final member of the family was a young girl I estimated at 
about ten years old. Her name was Amy and she was going to be a 
stunner when she got older. She certainly took after her mother and 
she already had hit a pretty good growth spurt and was rather tall 
for her age. At her young age she was already just a few inches 
smaller than me.

Joanie and Irene were doing most of the talking. I thought the 
little reunion was about to end when Irene became interested in me.

"Whose this?" she asked.

Joanie like always was the one to answer.

"This is my step brother, Jimmy. He's a lot older than me. Lorna 
likes him and were taking him back to Australia with us."

Irene took it all in and then she paused to take a real good look 
at me. While she was doing so, her daughter Amy who had been 
staring at me throughout the conversation asked, "Is he hurt?"

"No!" Joanie told her in a matter of fact tone of voice, "we're in 
a hurry and it's just easier for Lorna to carry him. Besides he's 
not wearing any shoes."

"Ohh!" Amy replied accepting the answer as if it was perfectly 
logical, but it was anything but logical to me.

I glanced at George and he had his hand over his mouth and it 
looked like he was having a real hard time from breaking out into 
laughter.  I didn't have time to ponder the father and daughter for 
very long because Irene asked and even more ridiculous question.

Turning to Lorna she asked, "Do you think I can hold him for a 
second?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

It seemed like Lorna pondered the question for a few seconds and 
then answered very possessively, "Just for a moment."

The next thing I knew was being transferred over to Irene. Didn't 
anyone want to ask my permission?

Irene cradled me in her arms like a small child and as she did so 
she stared down at me and made little noises, "Koochy coo!" she 
murmured happily to me like I was a small child.

Finally she said to everyone, "He's just a little doll!"

"He's my little doll," Lorna stated in a voice that sounded like 
she was a bit irritated at all the attention I was getting from the 
tall good looking brunet.

Irene smiled at Lorna and nodded like she accepted Lorna's 
statement completely. That seemed to diffuse the situation, but she 
didn't hand me right back to Lorna. Instead, she turned to her 
husband who had lost his battle. He was laughing rather loudly and 
rather rudely I might add.   

Irene ignored his laughing and began to talk like she was talking 
only to him.

"You know there's a definite advantage in having an itsy bitsy 
little fella."

Her comment brought an end to his laughter.

"Ya, their a lot easier to handle," Joanie chimed in.

While this absurd conversation was continuing, Irene was 
repositioning me in her arms. Her right arm snaked around me and 
now supported my butt as she held me close to her own powerful 
body. From this position, my head was slightly above hers and my 
feet dangled down next to her own shapely nylon encased legs. She 
was wearing high heels so my stocking feet dangled over a foot off 
the ground.

From this new position, I got a good whiff of her intoxicating 
perfume and my head started to spin. As she held me tightly, she 
also started to move my body up and down like a mother might do to 
comfort her child.

As she held me in this fashion, she answered Joanie, but she was 
looking at her husband, "Well little guys may be easier to handle, 
but the bigger they are the harder they fall."

Lorna and Joanie instantly got the intended meaning and started to 
laugh. Evidently, George did too because his expression changed and 
he hung his head.

While the girls were laughing, Irene looked directly at me and 
whispered, "Put your little legs around Aunty Irene's big 
hips....That's a good boy!"

Irene had another question for Lorna as the laughter died down, 
"Can I give the little doll a big kiss?"

Lorna looked surprised and answered with a question of her own.

"Wouldn't your husband mind?"

This time Irene laughed before she answered back, "George doesn't 
make the rules, honey....Do you dear?"

Still hanging his head he mumbled out an almost indiscernible, 
"No." 

Lorna paused again and replied cautiously, "Just a little one!"

Irene asked another question before kissing me, "Maybe, little 
Jimmy here can come and pay me a visit some time?"

Without waiting for a reply and instead of giving me a little peck 
on the cheek, Irene grabbed my face with her hand and drew my lips 
down on hers. I have to admit the sensation was overwhelming with 
her perfume and all.

As we kissed I could feel my body being pulled away. Lorna had 
grabbed me and was commenting at the same time, "he won't be able 
too. We're leaving for Australia very soon.

Irene let Lorna draw me away and after the kiss was interrupted, 
she answered back, "What a pity!"

This time Joanie was talking, "We got to go!"

And as the two girls spirited me away, Irene yelled, "Wait! Can you 
two girls watch Amy today?"

Joanie and Lorna stopped their retreat and Joanie replied, "Sure! 
When do you want us over?"

Irene, George, and Amy walked over, and when they had caught up to 
us, Irene asked in a concerned tone, "I was hoping you could watch 
her starting late this afternoon."

"She can come with us now," Joanie suggested.

"Why that will be fine!" Irene said appreciatively. "We'll pick her 
up at your place around 11:00 PM."

The two groups waved good-bye and were off on there separate ways. 
By this time, I was safely back on Lorna's right hip. As we started 
to shop again, Amy asked Lorna, "Can I play with Jimmy today."

That brought an amused laugh from both Joanie and Lorna. 

This time it was Lorna who answered, "Why sure, but you got to be 
careful with him, he's very weak and fragile."

That brought a big smile to Amy's face and she responded gleefully, 
"Oh, I'll be real careful with him....I'll treat him just like  he 
was my little brother."

Could the situation get any more absurd, I was three times Amy's 
age.

As we walked down the isle Joanie chimed in, "After we drop the 
groceries off and the other packages, we can take Jimmy to the 
park....Would you like that Amy?"

"Yaaaa!" Amy said happily.

Amy might have been enthused, but it didn't sound like something I 
wanted to do.

As we headed home, Joanie was driving and I was on Lorna's lap in 
the front passenger seat. I'm not even going to get into the 
reasons why Joanie's dad let Joanie drive. Amy had the back seat to 
herself. I had my head turned and was staring out the window, when 
out of the blue Lorna asked very firmly, "Why were you flirting 
with Amy's mother?"

Her accusation flabbergasted me, and I answered sincerely, "I 
wasn't, honest!"

"You men are all alike...always flirting with the first woman that 
smiles at you and shows you her muscles."

"No, It wasn't like that," I pleaded.

"What am I going to do with him, Joanie?" Lorna asked in a very 
pissed off tone of voice.

Taking her attention off the road for a moment, Joanie turned and 
looked at us when she replied, "You can show him the error of his 
ways. It's not like he can stop you, girl."

"That's not a bad idea. I don't want him flirting with every girl 
he comes in contact with."

I got a little desperate, I had an idea what was coming next and I 
started to plead my case.

 "No wait! I'm innocent I tell you....I'm an innocent man."

Even as I pleaded, I was being repositioned. Lorna quickly caught 
my head with her hand and pushed me towards Joanie and down at the 
same time. Her move, pinned my face against the seat between Joanie 
and her. At the same time, she caught my legs and placed them 
between hers so that my lower body was immobilized as well.

While Lorna was preparing me, I tried to fight her off and plead 
with her all at the same time, "NO!....Please!..Not that!...Please, 
not another spanking!"

It took her all of about ten seconds to completely immobilize my 
body. During the ruckus, Amy leaned forward over the seat to get a 
good look at the action.

After Lorna had secured my body so that I couldn't budge an inch, 
She started to peel down my shorts with her free hand. It was going 
to be a bare bottom spanking in front of a ten year old girl.

While Lorna slowly peeled down my shorts, she told me firmly, "You 
are going to learn that it's not wise to flirt with other 
women!....You are my little toy!....Is that clear?"

While I maintained my innocence, Amy asked as she looked on in wide 
eyed wonder, "Was he a bad boy?"

The first slap from Lorna's right hand landed with a loud CRACK! It 
brought a loud YELP from me. Lorna paused a moment and answered 
Amy's question, "Yes! A very bad boy!"

Without waiting for a reply her hand descended again resulting in 
another loud CRACK! and it brought another YELP from me. Slowly the 
pace quickened...CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CACK! CRACK! CRACK! 
CRACK! CRACK!

I could hear Joanie giggling as she drove.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! 

Amy's eyes widened even more as she watched my fanny redden and 
listened to me beg and then start to cry. Casually, she remarked to 
both girls, "I know boys can be very bad!.....That looks like fun!"

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We were home for a short while just long enough to drop off the 
groceries and bring the packages in, but before we left for the 
park, my step dad lowered the boom. The verdict was in, I was to go 
to Australia with the girls on Friday. A threat to cut me out of 
the will sealed the deal. 

Lorna even phoned home and cleared it with her parents. That her 
parents readily agreed to having an older man around the place sort 
of surprised me, but Lorna could be very persuasive. As I listened, 
I wondered what Lorna's parents were like. I guess I wouldn't have 
long to wait to find out.

The park the girls took me too was near the beach. I hadn't been 
there before. Parks and outdoor stuff really wasn't my thing, but I 
knew that was about to change and there wasn't a damn thing I could 
do about it...except maybe run away. That thought wasn't totally 
unappealing. Maybe, I'd be broke, but I'd be in the U.S. at least.

As soon as we got to the park, Amy started jumping up and down and 
doing cartwheels and other tumbling stuff. The girls decided this 
was as good a place as any, and we just sat on the grass and 
watched. We were by ourselves a short distance from a few kids 
playing on some playground equipment.

After a few minutes, Amy stopped her tumbling routine and asked the 
girls a little shyly, "You know what I want to do now?"

Lorna was the one who asked, "What, Mate?"

Amy gave her a mischievous grin and came running over and whispered 
into her ear. Lorna broke out into laughter and looked my way. Her 
look spelled trouble. Then Amy whispered in Joanie's ear as well 
and she laughed too.

After a hearty laugh, Joanie looked up and said, "I think that 
could be arranged."

I swallowed the bait and asked, "What?....Does she want me to take 
her to the swings?"

Lorna shook her head back and forth indicating to me that was the 
wrong answer. Then she paused a moment letting the suspense build 
till she answered back, "Amy wants to wrestle with you."

"WHAT! She's way to young," I replied rather loudly and 
sarcastically.

Amy answered proudly, "I can beat all the boys in my class and most 
of the older ones too. I'm the best athlete in school!"

I folded my arms in defiance and shook my head back and forth 
making my answer crystal clear to all.

Joanie said seriously, "I'm sure you realize we can make you!"

Amy quickly replied, "I want to beat him fair and square..I don't 
want any help!"

This time, uncharacteristically, Lorna had a solution. 

"Jimmy, how would you like the rest of the day to yourself?" she 
said in a very tempting manner.

That sounded great. I knew what she meant. I had to wrestle a ten 
year old girl to get my freedom and maybe a chance at escape. That 
did sound tempting.

"What do I have to do?" I asked even though I already knew the 
answer.

"Well mate, all you have to do is best Amy here. Pin her or make 
her concede. While she can't pin you to win, she'll have to make 
you submit.....Is that all right with you Amy?"

She broke out into a big smile when she heard the rules and she 
answered excitedly, "Uh huh! I like when boys give. It's so much 
fun to wrestle them till their helpless, and I bet it will be even 
funner to make an older guy give!"

I looked Amy over for the first time. She was wearing a T-shirt, 
and she had on a pair of shorts which revealed strong gangly legs. 
Her strawberry blond hair was fashioned into two ponytails which 
made her look incredibly young. She was only an inch or two smaller 
than me and she looked solid. I had no idea what her weight was, 
but she had some good muscle definition on her arms for such a 
young girl.

Lorna Looked us both over then clapping her hands together she 
pronounced, "Good! Have at it!"

I got up and brushed myself off and said disgustedly, "This is 
crazy. I'll murd...."

That's all I got out because as I had gotten up, Amy had moved 
closer and tackled me as I spoke."

We rolled around in the grass for a few seconds and I could tell 
the little brat had surprising strength, but I managed to maneuver 
her so that when we stopped rolling, she was under me. My weight 
had given me the temporary advantage and I used it as I went for a 
quick pin. I tried to grab at her arms, but she was god awful quick 
and she frustrated my efforts. I tried to grab them again and 
somehow she managed to squirt out from under me.

We both got up and circled each other more warily. I could tell Amy 
was giving me more respect, but God she was so quick and she was 
only ten.

"What's the matter, Jimmy! I thought you were going to murder her," 
Joanie taunted.

Stupidly, I took my eyes off of Amy to answer Joanie and that's 
when Amy attacked again. This time when we rolled around, I ended 
up underneath. I couldn't believe it.

Amy grabbed at my wrists with both of her hands and caught them  
and pinned them to the ground. I just couldn't believe how quick 
and strong she was.

"Scoot up on his tummy for leverage and keep his hands pinned.," 
Lorna schooled Amy.

As soon as she heard that, Amy proceeded to do just that. I 
couldn't believe I as loosing to a ten year old. She may have been 
an Amazon in training, but she was still only ten years old.

After her move, Amy was holding me down fairly easily. I looked up 
into her face and could see that same look of triumph that I saw in 
Lorna's and Joanie's face when they had me bent to their will and 
were in complete control.

I responded by trying to force my arms up with all my strength.

"Oh, a test of strength!....How exciting!" Lorna said as she 
watched the contest.

I got my arms a few inches off the ground only to have Amy slam 
them back down. I tried a few more times with the same results.

My efforts brought forth some giggles from Amy.

""Well, she's obviously stronger....What a surprise!" Joanie 
commented.

Joanie's words embarrassed the hell out of me and made me try once 
more with every ounce of strength I had. It took Amy only a few 
seconds for her to slam my hands back down.

Amy smiled down at me in triumph as I tried to regain my breath.

"Scoot up on his shoulders and pin them down," Lorna suggested 
again.

I was helpless to stop Amy from doing just that. Her young thighs 
surrounded my face and with her butt planted firmly on my chest, I 
was pinned and knew it.

"Good thing she can't pin you for a victory, bro," Joanie informed 
me.

That's right I thought. I still had a chance, but I couldn't budge 
this little vixen.

"He's cute!" Amy said out loud tweaking my nose.

"Hey! Just remember, he's mine!" Lorna said jokingly.

"Hey, bro, how about some action," Joanie yelled.

Amy turned towards Joanie and said in a matter of fact tone, "He 
can't get up, he's my prisoner."

"Let's give him the count then," Lorna added.

Lorna came over and started counting slowly. As soon as she 
started, I tried to buck Amy off, but she was ready. God she was 
heavy and strong.

When Lorna got to 100 she stopped counting and commented rather 
sarcastically, "I think I could count to a million and he still 
couldn't get free."

This time it was Amy who commented, "I knew this would be funner 
than wrestling with boys."

Lorna had another suggestion, "Amy see if you can hold both his 
wrists down with just one of your hands."

Amy nodded, then grabbed my wrists as she retreated slightly down 
my body. As soon as she was set in her new position on my stomach 
she moved both my arms over my head. I tried to resist but her 
little hands would not be denied.

First she placed one wrist down and then my other wrist over it. At 
the same time, I tried to lift them off each other, but  incredibly 
I couldn't budge them. Then slowly she lifted one of her hands up 
and was holding down my wrists with just one little hand.

Watching the show, Joanie saw that Amy's grip was slipping, and she 
shouted, "Her hands are too small!" 

That brought a quick reaction from Amy.

"I can do it," she said sharply and confidently.

As she still held on tenaciously to her grip with one hand, she 
leaned forward with all her power pinning then down more firmly. 
That gave Amy the leverage to keep both my hands pinned because her 
fingers were just too small to encompass both my wrists.

"See," Amy said exultantly, "I can too do it!"

Joanie just shook her head in amazement and said, Bro, you are one 
big wimp!"

"Hey!" Lorna said jokingly, " remember, that's how we like our 
guys....And if they aren't wimps to begin with, then most 
assuredly, that's how they'll end up."

"I like them that way too!" Amy chimed in, still pinning my hands 
down.

Then I heard another voice I didn't recognize.

"Is that little girl really beating up that guy?" I heard the voice 
say.

"I'm not so little," Amy said proudly.

I turned my head in the direction of the voice and saw two girl 
scouts watching the match. They both appeared to be about twelve 
and both were in their uniforms.

"Can we stay and watch?"  the other girl asked.

"Sure," Joanie replied, "She's just about to make him give."

By this time, Lorna was giving Amy more pointers, "Snake your leg 
under him and lock both your legs tightly around his waist."

God, I tried to stop her, but she had taken some of the fight out 
of me and she was just so damn quick.

"Like this!" Amy asked.

Lorna continued to instruct her even as she twisted my body into 
the right position.

"Good, but lock your ankles together and keep a hold of his hands 
too...That's it!....Keep his arms over his head....That's it!" 

"Awesome!" one of the girl scouts replied as she watched me getting 
slaughtered.

"OK, Now squeeze those legs," Lorna ordered.

As soon as Lorna gave the command, I felt the Pressure. My God, how 
could such a young girl have such incredibly strong legs?

"She's got him now!" the other girl scout sang out.

Somehow, Amy held both of my wrists in just her one hand and 
maintained them over my head. As she squeezed, Amy grunted and  
made a little fist with her free hand and it emphasized to me just 
how much power she was applying to my waist.

"GIVE!" she yelled.

I was finding it hard to breath and the pain was unbearable, but I 
managed to say, "NO!"

After I refused to give, Amy grunted again and her fist pumped up 
and down as she added even more power to her youthful legs. Again 
she ordered, "GIVE!"

With some of my last breath, I yelled "Noooo!"

This time Amy leaned back a little for extra leverage and started 
to squeeze even harder. The muscles twitched in her legs and they 
shook with power as she poured everything into her hold.

"Give!" she commanded once more.

I had no choice. I thought I might black out. I barely was able to 
say, "I Givvvvvvvvvve!"

The pressure let up, but I couldn't move. I could hear the girls 
clapping all around.

"Wow!" one of the girl scouts said totally impressed with what she 
had just witnessed, "she really slaughtered him!"

"Is he alive?" Joanie asked.

After her question, I felt a small hand grasp my chin and move it 
towards her so she could inspect me. As soon as she turned my face, 
Amy's own jubilant face came in to view. My eyes were open, but she 
gently slapped my cheeks a few times to see my response.

"He's OK!" she yelled out"

"Now for the real fun part," Lorna told the young girl.

"It gets funner?" Amy asked completely astonished.

"Oh yes," Lorna told the young girl. "Now that you've won, you must 
have a little prize....Don't let him go, hold him securely...That's 
it!...Now draw his head close to your body and slowly start to 
squeeze him...That's it.

Amy looked up at Lorna and asked her teacher, "Like this?"

"Exactly," Lorna replied. "When your boobs start to grow, you can 
mash the boy's face into them as you squeeze...It causes confusion 
in their little brains and adds to your pleasure."

Like this Amy said and she drew my head into her chest and squeezed 
with her young arms and legs. At this point, I had no strength left 
to stop her. She had completely whipped my ass. It felt like I was 
being squeezed by a cobra, but the sensation was not new for me. 
Joanie and Lorna had made me experience complete defeat before.

"Like this?" Amy asked.

When the girls saw her try to mash my face into her nonexistent 
boobs anyway, everyone laughed.

Lorna managed another comment, "But it does help if you have a 
couple of these, and she cupped one of her huge breasts and made it 
jiggle.

Again all the girls laughed.

"Can you feel his body surrendering completely?" Lorna asked again.

"Oh yes!" Amy replied, and from deep inside of her she felt 
stirrings she never had experienced before, and they felt so 
exquisitely wonderful.

As she even squeezed tighter around my body, she let out with a 
deep guttural sigh.

"OHHHHHHHHHH!"

Lorna and Joanie looked at one another and Joanie shrugged and 
Lorna shrugged back.

The two girl scouts let out with another, "WOW!"

Then Amy demanded even more from me, "Who's stronger?"

I whispered, "You are."

"LOUDER!" Amy shouted.

"YOU ARE!" I was forced to say.

Lorna was impressed and added approvingly, "Nice touch!...Always 
personalize your domination."

"WHAT?" Amy yelled to me.

"You're stronger!"

"LOUDER!"

"YOU'RE STRONGER!" somehow I yelled.

"Totally unbelievable!" one of the girl scouts said.

After my confession was on record, Amy asked a bit shyly, "Can I 
kiss him?"

What's with this family Lorna thought, but she grudgingly nodded 
her approval.

Amy lifted up my chin and kissed me on the lips even as she 
continued to squeeze me with her legs. At that moment, I was as 
utterly defeated as if Lorna herself had taken me.

Even as the kiss and the squeeze continued, I heard one of the girl 
scouts say, "Can we wrestle with him?"

This time Joanie replied, "I don't think he'll be in any shape to 
wrestle for awhile, but why don't you girls come over to my house 
on Wednesday. Here, let me give you the address."

Through the haze, I wasn't sure if I was hearing what I thought I 
was hearing. It was just all to incredible, and my mind wouldn't 
accept it.

Finally, Lorna ended my agony.

"OK Amy, I think he's had enough."

Amy reluctantly broke off the kiss and eased up on my midsection. 
Taking my chin and making me look at her once again, she 
proclaimed, "You're the most fun I ever had."

Lorna piped in, "And if he didn't belong to me, you could make him 
do anything you want at this point."

Amy gasped and asked, "You mean I could make any boy into my 
slave."

"Absolutely!...You've proved who's stronger, and now you've 
completely broken his will to resist and totally confused his 
mind...In effect, the boy is yours to do with as you wish!...body 
and soul!"

Amy thought for a moment and told Lorna proudly, "There's this 
older boy, Bobby Shaw. He likes to tease me. He's almost thirteen. 
I think I'll have a little wrestle with him."

As she told the girl's her plans, she finally released me and got 
up. I rested for a few seconds and then tried to stand myself. I 
staggered about for a few steps and then fell over.

Lorna laughed, and said jokingly, "What do you think girls, Isn't 
he better off in my arms?" She walked over, grabbed one of my arms, 
gently yanked me up, and threw me over her shoulder swatting my 
butt at the same time. "He's not much, but he does belong to me," 
she said proudly.

All the girls laughed. 

It took sometime for me to recover. Lorna, Joanie, and Amy talked 
to the two girl scouts as they waited for me to come around. 
Eventually, the two girl scouts went their own way. The whole time, 
Lorna had me draped over her shoulder. As the girls walked to the 
car, I could hear them talking about the beach.

"OK Lor, you can put me down now," I asked in a tone that surprised 
even me.

It surprised Lorna too because she stopped walking and asked, "What 
did you just say, Mister?"

"Oh,  I asked if you, Lorna, could please put me down," I said in a 
very angelic voice.

"No way! That's not what you said or the way you said it," she said 
very sarcastically. "And who is this Lor person?"

I could see another spanking coming on. I really didn't want to get 
wailed in public. I tried not to contemplate just how easy it was 
for me to get myself into trouble without really even trying. 
Instead, I asked in an even sweeter voice, "Please Lorna, I love 
when you carry me, but could you please put me down....And Lor is 
sort of my cute little nickname for you."

"Oh! Trying to get around me now are you, my little monkey?" she 
asked in mock anger. 

Not waiting for my answer, she purred, "Hmmmm! I'm not sure yet if 
I like the nickname Lor."

I didn't think it was fair that she could use nicknames a lot more 
derogatory for me, but I couldn't use even a cute one for her. 
Instead of pondering my fate, I tried even more begging.

"Please Lorna, would you be so kind as to put me down."

We had moved under a big tree with a huge and very wide low hanging 
limb. It was just a few feet over my head, I happened to notice it 
for the first time when Lorna looked up. It only distracted me for 
a second as our debate continued.

"Put you down," she said even more sarcastically, "why I'm going to 
put you up!"

After her statement, she grabbed my body with her hands, 
repositioned me in them so she could hoist me straight up, and 
proceeded to elevate me upward with just the strength in her mighty 
arms. At their maximum extension, her arms were just under the tree 
limb. Her next move shouldn't have surprised me. When I was just 
under the limb, she tilted me lightly, and shoved my entire body 
over the limb so that I was draped over it.

While I pondered my current predicament, I could hear all the girls 
laughing below. For once, I got a bit mad. Instead of saying 
anything, I maneuvered my body horizontal with the limb, and slowly 
inched my way to the trunk of the tree. When I got there, I 
carefully stood up and looked down.

All the girls were still laughing. That just made me even more 
angry.

Lorna looking up, put her arms out and said sweetly, "Come to 
mama!"

I guess she wanted me to jump down into her arms. I'm sure she 
could have easily caught me, but I was still mad. Instead, I said 
very defiantly, "NO!"

"What did you just say, mister?" Lorna asked incredulously.

"Oh Oh!" I heard Amy say somewhat sympathetically, "He's going to 
really get it now!"

Lorna was pissed. I had embarrassed her in public, but what about 
all the times she embarrassed me?

I saw her put her hands on her hips, tap her foot impatiently, and 
look back up at me. When she talked her voice was calm, but I could 
hear that I had royally pissed her off.

"You better jump this instant, young man....You really don't want 
me to have to come up there and get you."

I couldn't believe my own ears. Again I answered defiantly, "No!" 
Maybe, I had a death wish.

Just as Lorna was about to jump up and grab the limb, she heard a 
voice say, "Can I go up and get him?"

Lorna looked up to see that it was one of the girl scouts again. 
She paused a second thinking it through. The girl looked fairly 
capable. She was as tall as Jimmy maybe an inch or two bigger and 
she looked athletic. "Do you think you can handle him without 
either of you getting hurt?"

"No problemo!" she said confidently. "I have a merit badge in 
climbing and I can handle all my brothers."

Lorna shrugged her shoulders and said, "He's all yours, mate."

I watched the two girls talking, but couldn't hear what they were 
saying. Then I saw Lorna lift one of those nosy girl scouts onto 
the tree limb. Oh Oh, I thought and decided to start climbing a 
little higher up into the tree. When I looked back the girl was 
already on her feet and scrambling after me. 

I started to slowly make my way higher up the tree and stopped and 
looked down for just a second. I saw that the young girl was 
already just below me. God, she was quick and a really good climber 
too. I knew climbing really wasn't my forte. As a matter of fact, I 
hadn't found my forte just yet. 

I heard Lorna yell up, "Be careful!" to the girl scout and to me 
too, but I was sure Lorna would catch either of us if we fell.

I was about half way up the tree when I felt a hand grab my ankle.

"Oh no you don't!" she said.

I tried to lift my leg up, but I was surprised to find that it 
wouldn't budge, and all of a sudden I felt a tug and my grip 
started to slip. The girl was actually pulling me down the tree.

"I got him!" the girl yelled down towards the others.

Lorna yelled back up, "Good girl! Now bring him to me!"

I looked down at the girl and said sarcastically, "You haven't got 
me yet!"

"Wanna bet!" she yelled back up.

I tried to pull myself up, but I found myself losing more and more 
ground till she pulled me down to her level. I couldn't move 
because she'd pulled me down so that I was between her and the 
trunk of the tree. When I tried to scramble back up, she coiled her 
arms around me, squeezed, and wouldn't let go.

"Got ya!" She whispered into my ear. 

I couldn't believe yet another very young girl had bested me again.

She really held me tight and when I stopped struggling she 
whispered in my ear in a sexy little girl's voice, "See, you can't 
get away, I'm much too strong."

God, she was strong. I tried another approach, "Let me go and I'll 
give you twenty bucks," I whispered back.

"No way!....I want a chance to wrestle with you later in the 
week....And who do you suppose is going to win?" she asked as if 
she already knew the answer.

I knew the answer too, my record wasn't very good. 

The bartering ended at that point and even though I struggled, the 
girl scout started to slowly work my body down the tree with her. 
She moved slowly staying near the trunk and  keeping me in between 
her and the tree. I guess she was protecting me. I really had no 
choice but to follow.

I heard Joanie yell up, "Boy, are you going to get it!"

That made me try to bolt upward, but the girl held me fast.

When we got near the big bottom limb she again whispered in my ear, 
"I'd better put you on ice a bit so you'll be easier to tote. 

After her statement, she snaked her arm around my neck and started 
to squeeze. I immediately saw stars and in just a few seconds I 
thought I was going to pass out. What happened next is a little 
fuzzy, but I found myself draped over the girls shoulder as she 
made her way out onto the tree limb.

"Over ya go!" she squealed and I felt myself falling. A moment 
later I was in Lorna's arms. I wasn't sure if that was the safest 
place to be in at the moment considering how mad she was at me. 

As I got my bearings, I saw Lorna looking about for something. She 
found what ever she was looking for, and then we were moving. A few 
feet away was an old stump about a foot and a half high. She placed 
her left leg on it and then she threw me rather roughly over her 
thigh. My body dangled over her shapely leg, but I couldn't move. 
She was holding me about the waist with one of her immovable arms. 
I knew what was coming even before she started to work my shorts 
down my legs.

By this time every one was gathering around for my punishment 
including the girl scout who had retrieved me. Joanie had helped 
her out of the tree just moments before.

I didn't even try to talk my way out of it this time. Instead, I 
closed my eyes and waited. I didn't have long to wait. I heard the 
first loud CRACK! and then felt a tremendous pain just like fire. 
My ass was already sore from the earlier hiding I had received. As 
the Cracks descended, through the pain my mind wondered if this was 
going to be a daily occurrence for the rest of my life.

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After my hiding, I was aloud to recuperate for awhile. Then the 
girls went for a walk along the beach. They took their shoes off 
and walked along the waters edge. I was in my usual place on 
Lorna's right hip. She hadn't talked to me much after the spanking. 
I think she still was mad at me for embarrassing her in front of 
the other girls. I didn't quite understand her thought process in 
that regard. I got humiliated on a regular bases, didn't that count 
for something? But I remained quiet, and didn't protest. My 
protests hadn't done me much good, in the past, anyway. At least 
this was better than getting spanked.

The beach was not too crowded and only one section of it was still 
open with one female lifeguard on duty. I could see that she was 
staring at us. Lorna and the girls walked past her to a remote 
corner of the beach by some rocks and to my surprise she set me 
down. I got my orders as soon as I was placed on my feet. 

"We're going to wade in...Don't move or I'll drag you in and let 
that salt water work on you arse."

I nodded that I did indeed understand. I watched the girls frolic 
around in the water for a good ten minutes before I made my move. 
When they were a good distance into the surf and as far from shore 
as I could hope, I took off down the beach. I must have gotten a 
four hundred yard head start before anyone saw me and yelled, 
"Stop!" 

I was beyond the lifeguard and way up the beach before anyone was 
even out of the water. Then to my complete and utter astonishment, 
I heard someone right behind me. When I turned around, I saw a 
blur, but I recognized her right before she tackled me. It was the 
lifeguard. We rolled around for a second and then I quickly found 
myself underneath another blond Amazon beauty.

"Where ya going in such a hurry, mate!" she said in a familiar 
accent as she pinned my hands into the sand.

Oh no! Not another Aussie.

I didn't have much time to think about it because she quickly got 
up lifting me up at the same time, but it didn't stop there. She 
held my arms above the elbows in her own strong hands and she 
continued to lift me up till my feet dangled off the ground 
helplessly next to her own impressive legs. It was then I realized 
just how tall she really was. She had to be six two or six three at 
the very least.

"Put your feet around my midsection," she commanded.

I really didn't have a choice. After I did so, I was allowed to 
reach for and put my arms around her neck. When I was securely in 
her arms, I looked down the beach and could see Lorna racing 
towards us. I couldn't imagine what punishment I would get this 
time.

"Comfy?" the lifeguard asked. 

I looked at her and for some reason, I found myself nodding, yes.

"Now let's go and see what you were running away from," she said in 
a thick Australian accent. Then she turned and headed towards Lorna 
who was still coming  towards us at an incredible speed.

As we started to move, I turned to look in Lorna's direction for a 
moment, and could now make out her face. I could see that she was 
even angrier than before. I sighed, closed my eyes, and  hung on to 
the lifeguard very tightly as she strolled back towards Lorna with 
me held securely in her arms.

Lorna reached us in a few seconds, and as soon as she did, she took 
me into her own arms and scolded breathlessly, "Boy are you going 
to get it!"

"I thought this might belong to you," the lifeguard commented.

Lorna held me up off the ground under the armpits as she looked me 
over for a few seconds. I could see by her expression that I had 
made another big mistake. My mistakes usually cost me a lot of 
pain. It was a another few seconds before her gaze turned to the 
lifeguard. By this time Joanie and Amy had arrived too.

She still held me up off the ground in that same manner as she 
looked the lifeguard over, and commented somewhat cautiously, 
"Thanks, Mate!"

The lifeguard shrugged her shoulders as if it was no big deal and 
answered back rather calmly, "No problem, Mate! I heard there was 
another big Aussie around these parts, somewhere. When I saw you, I 
thought you might be her."

"You're from down under!" Lorna exclaimed excitedly.

"Yep! Brisbane to be exact."

"I'm from Darwin....I'll be going back soon," Lorna answered back.

By this time the lifeguard was staring at me again when she added, 
"Pity, I thought we might hang a bit....you know, mates, and all 
that."

While she was checking me out, I was doing the same to her. She had 
to be about twenty. She was very tall, very blond, and very 
beautiful.

"We can!" Lorna said, "I'm not leaving for a week." Then she 
motioned with her head towards the girls, "This is Joanie and 
that's Amy,  I'm Lorna, and this very bad boy is Jimmy." As she 
said my name, she lifted me up and down a bit as I dangled in the 
mid air with my feet over a foot off the sand next to her big 
teenage body.

In response, the lifeguard gave the girls a big smile and told them 
her name.

"My names Elsie. Then she looked toward me and added, "I thought he 
might be yours, Mate."

"Yep! He belongs to me, all right. As a matter of fact, he's the 
reason I came back to America. I'm taking him back to Darwin with 
me."

"Lucky man!" Elsie said as she continued to look me over.

The conversation lasted another five minutes as the two big Aussies 
reminisced about back home. Lorna held me in that same position the 
whole time and she didn't even seem to be exerting herself. 
Eventually, the conversation turned and the girls made plans for 
next evening and the rest of the coming week. It seems we were all 
going over to Elsie's house where we were going to meet her boy 
friend. He was home, right now, cleaning and doing the laundry. 
After hearing that, I guess I knew what their relative positions in 
the pecking order were.

After we said our good bye's to Elsie, we finally headed for home. 
I soon found myself on Lorna's hip again. As we headed up the 
beach, she whispered, "Boy are you going to get it!" 

For the first time, I tried something completely different.

I kissed her cheek and whispered back, "Please Lorna, I'm so 
sorry!"

She glanced at me as she walked, and said mischievously, "It's not 
going to help, but keep trying, mate."

I felt stupid, but I did keep trying. I planted little kisses on 
her face as she walked, with me in her arms, to the car.

As soon as we reached home, Lorna carried me right past my parents 
towards the stairs.

"Is he all right?" I heard my mother ask.

Lorna didn't stop, she kept right on going, but she did manage to 
yell back, "He's been bad again, but don't worry I'll handle it."

As Lorna carried me up the steps to her room, I heard my parents 
arguing.

My mother yelled, "Howard, is my son going to be all right with 
that girl?"

Her husband answered back in an even a more pissed off tone of 
voice then I was used too, "Enough about your son already! I've had 
it with his lazy ass. We're lucky Lorna and Joanie like him enough 
to take him to Australia with them. I'm sure they'll take good care 
of him!"

I listened to  the argument downstairs even as Lorna carried me to 
her room, and knew that I was doomed. I was about to go to a place 
where I didn't want to go with someone that exercised complete 
control over me. My future looked about as bright as a two watt 
bulb.

As soon as we got to Lorna's room she threw me on the bed and 
started to take off her halter top and jeans. Even though I was as 
scared as a jack rabbit, I couldn't help but watch her undress. Her 
body was so youthful and feminine looking. She was an incredibly 
beautiful and exciting teenage girl. 

What made it even more extraordinary was that there was so much of 
her. Her legs went on forever and they were so young and fresh 
looking, but they could turn into a muscle lovers best daydream 
with just a tiny flex of  the muscles. 

Then their was that youthful face, but yet it was extraordinary too 
in its contrasts. It was an unmistakably young teenage face, but 
one could see that in time it would be downright awesome in 
appearance if it wasn't so already. And right smack dab in the 
center was that tiny cute upturned nose that gave it so much 
character.

Her upper body was another story. Women usually didn't have well 
developed upper bodies, but like everything else about Lorna, she 
was the exception. It wasn't overdone though, and the fact that she 
didn't look like some deformed over pumped body builder made me 
wonder where she generated her incredible almost other worldly 
strength. 

Maybe it was from those unbelievable legs where her real strength 
resided. Those legs! My God those legs! 

After Lorna had discarded her halter, all she was wearing was a 
tiny pair of lacy black panties. She looked sexy as hell in them. 
But my eyes couldn't help wondering up to her breasts. There was so 
much to look at with Lorna. From her unbelievable face, to the 
curve of her hips down to her magnificent legs, but once revealed, 
her breasts demanded attention too.

They were already big on a big girl. She had more than a fourteen 
year old girl had the right to dream about, but there they were, 
young firm and supple. They were as big as grapefruits and they 
commanded me to look at them, and stare at them in awe and lust I 
did.

Lorna let me stare at her body for a few moments more, I could tell 
she was enjoying my reaction to her appearance. Finally, as if to 
magnify her effect on me she placed her hands provocatively on her 
hips and smiled down at me. 

"What to do? What to do?" she contemplated out loud in a 
dispassionate voice as she continued to observe me.

I realized she was debating on how to punish me for my escape 
attempt at the beach. 

Finally, a big smile lit up her face and she exclaimed, "I know, 
you'll just have to spend some time in my leg prison!"

For some reason that sounded a lot better than another spanking.

After her remark, she moved with the grace of flames and much too 
quickly for me to react too. She swept past me onto the bed and 
dragged my body along with her as she positioned herself so that 
she was sitting on the bed with her back up against the headboard, 
and I was sitting up next to her with her massive legs around my 
middle.

"Comfy?" she asked sarcastically.

Actually, I was fairly comfortable. She hadn't started to squeeze 
me just yet. I didn't wait either, I tried to respond to her 
actions with  reason, "You can't blame me for trying to escape? How 
would you like it if someone could make you do anything they 
wanted, and were planing on taking you somewhere where you didn't 
want to go?"

Her quick response surprised me and made me feel even more 
dejected.

"It survival of the fittest, mate! In Australia only the strong 
survive. Why you wouldn't last five minutes out in the bush by 
yourself, but not to worry, I'll always be there to protect 
you...and to punish you if need be."

This was girl logic. I wouldn't be going to Australia if it wasn't 
for her. Instead of trying to argue with her, I asked her a 
completely different question.

"Don't you want to be with one of your own kind, somebody whose 
bigger and stronger than me?"

Again, she answered very quickly like her mind had been made up for 
a long time, "Nope! I want you and there's nothing you can do about 
it. You are just too cute and perfect for me. So sit back and take 
your punishment like a man, and maybe later I'll make you feel 
better?"

"But Lorna Ufffff!....."

I didn't get anything else out because she started to squeeze me 
with her legs. My arms immediately went to those beautiful long 
pillars of pleasure and pain, but as soon as I tried to pull them 
apart, she grabbed my wrists and yanked my arms away from my body.

"Oh no you don't!" she said, "not that you could get free, my legs 
are much too strong for you, but I have something else I want your 
hands to be doing."

She let up slightly on her squeeze, but she still exerted enough 
force to make me feel uncomfortable. At the same time, she started 
to rub my hands along the sides of her big teenage thighs.

In a sweet sexy little girls voice, she slowly explained to me 
about her legs, inflecting her voice with every word, "Do you like 
my leg prison? Can you feel how strong my legs are? Their so sexy 
too..Aren't they?...and I can make them do so many AMAZING things!"

When she said amazing she emphasized the word even more and 
squeezed her legs tighter making me wince noticeably and causing me 
to throw my head back and close my eyes from the pressure.

"Oh poor baby! Are they hurting you?" she cooed.

All I could do was beg, "Yes, oh God!...Yes!...It hurts!..Please!"

Then for some reason she let up and continued on about her legs. It 
was then that I realized that I was in for a long night.

Lorna started to rub my hands along her thighs again and speak in 
that same slow sexy Austalian drawl of hers, "See, how big and sexy 
my legs are?"

It was true, they were gorgeous and they were sexy. It was 
undeniable, but as I glanced down at them, my mind pondered 
something else. I couldn't help thinking about the contrasts. Her 
legs were just so incredibly huge in relation to my own body as 
they ran along my waist and then dove up above my mid section and 
covered my legs with their bulk. It seemed like they ran on forever 
till her long lovely legs crossed at the ankles a few inches beyond 
my own feet. I was stunned at just how big in comparison her legs 
were to my own inadequate body. It was like her long sexy legs had 
just swallowed me up in their embrace. I was so tiny in comparison 
to her own strong athletic legs that it just astounded and humbled 
me all at the same time, and then my mind seemed to short circuit 
when it tried to add in the fact that she was just fourteen years 
old.

As I tried to comprehend Lorna's magnificent teenage body, my eyes 
were drawn back down to her thighs again. They had to be double the 
size of my own and even her feet were larger too, but still they 
looked so damn sexy and her painted toe nails just added to my 
confusion. The effect made me feel like a small child, and it also 
filled me with lust, but it had another effect too. Almost 
immediately, I could feel myself getting as hard as a rock.

Then all of a sudden her mood and her voiced changed, and she 
demanded as she applied more pressure, "TELL ME YOU LOVE IT!...TELL 
ME YOU LOVE MY LEG PRISON!"

She let my wrists go and I immediately grabbed my head from the 
pain.

"Oh God NOOOOOOO!" I cried out. I did love it, but I was reacting 
to the pain.

"TELL ME YOU LOVE IT!" she demanded again, and then she applied 
even more pressure.

"Yes!.....Yes!...I love it!....I love them," I managed to say even 
as her legs destroyed me.

I heard her giggle, and then she grabbed my jaw with her right hand 
and yanked my face back so that my head tilted backwards and up 
towards her. Her own head moved closer till she was staring right 
into my eyes, and then she really put on the squeeze.

I looked up into those eyes of hers and saw no pity there, just 
curiosity. I couldn't speak from the pressure she was already 
exerting. I was beyond words. Instead, I tried to communicate to 
her with my eyes. I must have looked a pitiful sight as I beseeched 
her to let up just using my own eyes for communication.

As I looked up at her in fear and pain, I could see her own 
expression very clearly. She reminded me of a scientist curiously 
watching a lab rat being put through its paces. There was no pity 
in her own eyes. Maybe, that's why I  knew, at that moment, she 
couldn't really love me. It was more about control than love. I 
belonged to her. 

For some reason, the pain seemed to recede into the background for 
a moment or two. It allowed me to think more clearly as I gazed up 
into those predatory eyes of hers. Maybe, there was love there, but 
it was a strange and dangerous kind of love. As she held me 
spellbound, I wondered how I could ever show her love in return?

As she continued to mangle me and stare deeply into my eyes, she 
said almost exultantly, "I know you love my leg prison!....I know 
you love it a lot!"

I could feel her delicious breath on my face as she talked. She was 
panting, but not from her exertions, but rather from her absolute 
control of me.

Then she grabbed my head with her hands and drew me up to her lips 
and kissed me passionately as the pressure became unbearable. I 
tried to squirm in her embrace. My resistance wasn't from the kiss, 
but from the unbearable pressure. I soon stopped when I realized 
that I was incapable of moving even a fraction of an inch. I was 
again under her complete and utter control. Resistance was clearly 
futile as she slowly and deliberately raped my lips. 

I think she would have enjoyed it more if I had continued to 
struggle. Still, I was sure she was enjoying herself. For my part, 
I had never felt so dominated and so completely out of control in 
my life. 

Finally, my body slumped and gave in to her assault on my senses.  
The kiss felt so wonderful, but the pain...the pain. I thought my 
mind would explode from all the conflicting input. Deep down, the 
worst feeling came from knowing that I did enjoy her kiss, her 
body, her strength even as she destroyed me with her legs.

As soon as she felt my body slump, she let up somewhat on her 
squeeze, and then she finally broke off the kiss. I was just a few 
inches from her when she spoke breathlessly, "You are mine!....And 
you will learn obedience!...Or you will find yourself in my leg 
prison often!....It can be much more than your fragile male body 
can handle!"

Instead of agreeing with everything she said, I ignored the obvious 
and tried begging instead, "I've had enough!...Please, let me go!"

"Oh no! she responded, "tonight you're going to get a megadose of 
these big legs of mine!" she said breathlessly. "There are many 
rooms to my leg prison, and tonight you're going to experience them 
all!....I'm quite sure you'll never be the same again."

This time, she didn't wait for an answer. Instead, she moved me to 
another room of her leg prison. It looked and felt the same, but 
the view was different. While her legs still controlled me, she 
moved my body down slightly so that my body could be twisted and 
turned so that my face could be buried in her lush cleavage.

While I got a good view of my new room, she casually commented, "I 
saw you admiring these puppies a few minutes ago....There a bit 
much don't you think?"

I wasn't crazy, I wasn't about to criticize any part of her, not 
with those legs of hers wrapped around my middle.

"No, their beautiful!" I blurted out, "their just right!"

"Ya!...Right, Mate!" She answered a bit sarcastically, but at least 
she didn't turn up the pressure. Instead, she gave me her opinion, 
"No, I think their a bit much on a fourteen year old girl."

I agreed, but I didn't verbalize it. I was in enough trouble. As 
she talked, I couldn't help but appreciate them. They were large 
and firm and luscious. Having ones face mashed into a pair of sexy 
breasts would have been most men's dream come true. In an almost 
involuntary reaction, my tongue came out and started to lick the 
luscious fruit.

I was definitely distracted, but I could tell she was still talking 
above me.

She said somewhat breathlessly as my attentions started to affect 
her, "Sometimes, I wonder just how big they'll get when I'm full 
grown."

My God! That thought stunned me. I wasn't thinking about her 
breasts just then. But instead, I wondered how much bigger was 
Lorna going to get? 

"If they get too big, they may hinder me in my athletics....don't 
you agree?"

I didn't agree, but I was too busy to answer her at the moment, 
LICK..LICK!...KISS!...KISS!...LICK!...LICK!

Lorna waited for my answer, and she saw and concentrated on what I 
was doing and immediately let out with a loud hearty laugh.

"Well," she said still enjoying my attention to her breasts, "I'll 
take that as a no!"

I was allowed to stay in this room of her leg prison for some time. 
I found that the more attention I paid to her breasts, the less 
Lorna squeezed my body. For the next half hour, I was very 
attentive indeed.

Eventually, her mood changed again and she got back to my 
punishment. I was turned and repositioned slightly so she could 
grab my arms and hold them straight out as she started to squeeze 
me in earnest once again. All I could do was beg and plead and yes 
even cry.

The hours passed slowly in her leg prison. After the first few 
rooms, Lorna had squeezed every ounce of strength out of me with 
those big manbreaking legs of hers. So she could easily move my 
body into the next position or room in her leg jail as she called 
it.

The last room of the jail was not quite solitary confinement, but 
it was wet. My face was shoved deeply into the nexus of her wet 
panties as her legs continued the controlling pressure around my 
neck. In this manner, I whiled away the greater part of the night, 
prisoner in Lorna's sexy leg prison. That night, I never did get 
paroled and I fell asleep between her sweet young thighs.

-----------------------------------

The last week before our departure was a total blur. Elsie and 
Lorna became really good friends. I think Joanie got a bit jealous 
of all the attention Lorna was paying to Elsie. It could have 
gotten a bit sticky if it wasn't for the fact that we were leaving 
for Australia soon.

Elsie's boyfriend Roger turned out to be a great guy about my age. 
We became really good friends. Maybe, it was the fact that we had 
so much in common that we became such fast friends. Roger's 
relationship with Elsie was almost a carbon copy of my own 
situation. Except that he didn't get embarrassed in public as much 
as I did and he didn't have a step sister hell bent on retribution.

I think Joanie had a thing for Roger too. It could have gotten 
quite interesting if we weren't leaving for Australia in a day or 
two.

Amy was constantly around the last week too. She took great 
pleasure in wrestling me into total helplessness in front of my 
parents, and I don't even want to talk about the two girl scouts. 
One day Lorna let Amy and the girl scouts baby-sit me while her an 
Elsie and Joanie went shopping. I would tell you what happened in 
great detail, but that's a whole other story.

During the last week, I had reconciled myself to the fact that I 
would be going to Australia with the girls. I  definitely didn't 
want to be disinherited, and I often daydreamed about how the worm 
would turn when I came into my money. Besides, the girls didn't 
leave me alone long enough to effect another escape attempt. 

So when the day came, I had adjusted to my fate and was going to 
try and make the best of it. It's just that the girls always came 
up with fresh ideas to make my life a living hell.

The girls had packed and dressed very early on departure day. The 
last minute preparations centered around me. I was told both girls 
would be dressing me for the flight. I was to wear knickers and a 
stripped shirt, but the worst part of my clothing was the hat, if 
you could call it that. It was a beanie with a propeller on top.

After I was prepared, Lorna placed me on her hip, like usual, and 
stopped in front of her big mirror for a final look see.

"Perfect!" she exclaimed.

Joanie didn't offer a remark she was too busy laughing.

As soon as I saw myself, I hung my head, sighed and offered a 
feeble protest, "Must I go like this?" I managed to say completely 
disheartened.

Lorna took my chin in one of her hands and made me look up at her.

"Yes you must, besides do you think anybody will be looking at 
you?"

I shook my head no. It was the answer that I knew was expected of 
me. It was just easier and safer for me to completely agree with 
the girls. Besides, they did look awesome in their clothes. They 
were both wearing halter's and miniskirts again. I'm sure most 
men's heads and maybe most of the women too would be staring at 
them in awe or jealousy, but it was my experience that eventually 
the people got around to staring and laughing at me too.

After my answer, Lorna kissed my cheek and the girls headed 
downstairs to say goodbye to my parents. I was never ready for that 
confrontation. The bags had already been stowed in the trunk and 
Howard was waiting to drop us off at the airport.

When we entered the room, Howard was positively beaming. I knew he 
was very happy to get rid of me. My mother, on the other hand, was 
almost in tears. When she saw me, she approached Lorna and kissed 
my cheek.

With a sad face, my mother asked Lorna, "Must he wear those clothes 
and that silly hat?"

Not hesitating Lorna boldly replied, "I'm afraid he must, but don't 
worry Mrs. Hawkins, Joanie and I will take good care of him and 
protect him too."

When my stepfather saw me, he bust out laughing and his laughing 
had continued through my mother's and Lorna's conversation. I could 
tell he was one very happy and amused parent.

My mother accepted Lorna's answer and kissed me one last time. At 
that moment, I realized she was much like me. Maybe, we both were 
too easygoing and surrendered too easily to other peoples strong 
personalities, and everyone else in this family and Lorna included 
had powerful personalities.

As Lorna carried me out the door, I'll never forget my mother's sad 
face as she waved good-bye to her only son. I was tempted to cry, 
but I didn't want my stepdad  gloating anymore than he was already.

When we said good-bye to my stepdad at the airport he surprised me 
by saying something to me in a very sincere tone of voice. 

"Come back a man," he told me.

First, I was surprised that he wanted me back at all. For the 
second part, I didn't know if Joanie and Lorna would allow me to 
accomplish that feat.

While we waited to board the plane, I had to sit on Lorna's lap. It 
wasn't so bad. I had become fairly adept at blocking out the 
outside world. I would have succeeded too, if a young boy hadn't 
come walking over.

"You look cool, Mister!....Where'd you get that hat?" he said 
earnestly.

The boy was all of six. The fact that I looked cool to a six year 
old really didn't brighten my day. It did give me an idea though. 

I turned to Lorna and asked, "Can I give the boy the hat?  He 
really likes it."

Lorna frowned and then shook her head no. Like always, Joanie had a 
solution. I saw her open my carryon and take another beanie out. As 
she gave it to the boy, I had to wonder just how many beanie's the 
girls had packed.

"Gee thanks, lady!" the boy said happily to Joanie as he put it on 
and went skipping back to his mother.

I was trying to figure out how I could ditch my own beanie when the 
stewardess announced that it was time to board the plane. I was 
thankful that the girls were going to at least let me walk on 
board.

The plane was a huge 747 owned by Quantus the Australian airlines. 
We had first class tickets too. That was at least one excellent 
perk to living in a wealthy family.  

As I walked past the head stewardess she put out her hand and 
stopped me, grabbed my ticket, and commented as she looked at it. 

"My, you are a handsome one!....and first class too!....that's 
where I'll be working!...My name is Stella, be sure to call me if 
you need anything," She said sweetly and winked at me as she 
allowed me to pass.

The stewardess was very easy to look at. She was a tall elegant 
looking brunet who appeared to be about thirty, but I wasn't really 
good at guessing women's ages. I had to admit her face was awesome 
and had an elegance about it. It made me think she  looked more 
like a countess than a stewardess. She also possessed one of the 
finest pair of long shapely legs that I had seen in sometime. Of 
course, that excluded Joanie and Lorna from the evaluation.

As we sat down, I was sure Lorna hadn't missed the wink and all the 
attention. I wasn't sure how she would react. I hoped for the best. 
After all, it really wasn't my fault.

When we found our seats and the girls had stowed our carryons, I 
finally got a comment.

"Must you always flirt?" Lorna said sharply.

"I?..me?...I wasn't flirting!....she was just being nice," I said 
unconvincingly.

In no uncertain terms she scolded me, "Well, you just watch 
yourself around her, mister."

"As you wish!" I promised sincerely and I meant it. The brunet was 
breathtaking, but it just wasn't worth more time in Lorna's leg 
prison or another spanking.

That seemed to brighten Lorna up and as soon as we were airborne, 
she unbuckled my seat belt and lifted me onto her lap. For the next 
twenty minutes, she enthusiastically told me all about Australia 
and her home town as I listened and stared out the window at the 
same time.

Lorna was from Darwin which was in the Northern territories. In 
fact it was situated on the Northern tip of Australia right on the 
edge of the Timor Sea. The town was fairly brand spanking new 
because much of the city had been destroyed by Cyclone Tracey in 
1974.

It was now an ideal tropical capitol with wide tree-lined streets, 
inviting public buildings, and hectares of landscaped parkland. It 
was a small city by American standards., and it was home to less 
than 100,000 people. To me, it still sounded like we would be out 
in the boon docks. Sidney and Melbourne were still a whole 
continent away.

Eventually, the conversation turned to her parents. I was 
interested in this part because I really didn't know much about 
them. What she did tell me didn't surprise me. The Porters were 
fourth generation Australians with a good bit of Dutch and English 
in their ancestry. 

Mister Porter owned several business interests including a thriving 
charter boat operation which Lorna was keenly interested in 
herself. In fact, she told me that that's where my job opportunity 
would be coming from.

I quickly changed the subject when job opportunities were mentioned 
and asked some questions about her parents. Their names were Joshua 
and Hillary Porter and to my amazement both of Lorna's parents were 
just over seven feet tall. Lorna attributed her parents and her own 
extraordinary height to clean outdoor living and the great climate 
of the region where they lived. When I heard that bit of news, I 
wondered if everyone there would be tall. I really was a bit 
sensitive about my own height, and didn't want to live in a city 
full of basketball players. As I glanced at my watch, I realized I 
wouldn't have long to wait to find out.

Lorna's parents house was very large and spacious for Australia. In 
fact, Lorna told me that when she explained to her parents about 
me, they seemed to be genuinely happy to have me stay with them and 
they really loved Joanie. 

Their easy acceptance of an older man really surprised me, but 
Lorna explained that Australians were extremely friendly and 
sharing by nature, but I still had to wonder just what Lorna told 
her parents about our relationship.

The conversation eventually turned back to Darwin and the 
surrounding countryside. Lorna seemed genuinely excited when she 
was describing all the things we would be doing. She discussed in 
length how we would be visiting the nearby Tiwi Islands to the 
north, and to the South was the rainforest with its plunge pools, 
whatever they were, along with the termite mounds and Cycads of 
Litchfield National Park. I tried to sound enthusiastic, but how 
did one do that when one didn't know what a plunge pool was.

To the East of the city were the waterfalls, wet lands, and 
wildlife of Kakadu National Park, and also the untrammeled beauty 
of Arnhem land and the sailing and game fishing of Gove peninsula.

It was like she was talking another language. I barely understood 
half the words that came gushing out of her mouth. To a city boy 
used to the good life, it sounded more like hell than a tropical 
paradise.

Finally, she got around to her favorite pastimes. What in the hell 
was a walkabout? It seems she was found of bushwalking. I had heard 
that the ten most poisonous snakes in the world all could be found 
in Australia. For once, work sounded more like an inviting second 
option.

And what was this Fossicking she kept talking about? Of course, I 
got a detailed explanation. It turns out Lorna liked to find her 
own semi-precious stones and gemstones, and Australia was an 
absolute haven for gem and fossil hunters.

I could appreciate a girl who liked to come up with her own 
jewelry, but digging through snake infested rocks just didn't sound 
appealing to me.

I was finding it hard to stay awake when the stewardess showed up. 
It was that Stella person again.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but the gentlemen will have to sit in his own 
seat and have his belt fastened when the fasten your seat belt sign 
is on."

"He's safer on my lap," Lorna said earnestly.

The stewardess looked at me for a second, and then a big smile 
spread across her face as she regarded me. I could only wonder what 
she was thinking? What she did next, surprised me and I am sure 
Lorna too. She took her long index finger from her right hand and 
moved my chin gently from side-to-side with it as she talked.

"I'll tell you what," she suggested, "why don't you and your two 
friends join me and a few of the other stewardesses later and I'll 
wave the rule."

I could tell Lorna didn't  like the attention I was getting, but 
she did keep her composure. The situation reminded me of two big 
cats sizing up the other. I thought part of the competition was to 
keep from losing ones cool.

"Maybe," she said tentatively. "Just what do you have in mind," she 
asked a bit cautiously.

The stewardess never took her eyes off of me when she explained 
further, "The other section of first class is closed. We're going 
to open it up later and have a little party and you and your 
friends are invited."

I knew Lorna wouldn't turn down a party invite. She was a real 
party animal.

"Thanks, we accept," Lorna replied in a calmer voice.

As I watched the two, I thought the invite seemed to defuse the 
charged atmosphere between them for at least the time being. I also 
realized, Lorna was going to be making the major decisions for the 
two of us for the foreseeable future. I guess when your status has 
been reduced to sitting on a young girl's lap, you can't expect to 
act like an alpha male.

A few hours after dinner, when we were well over the Pacific 
heading towards Australia, Lorna talked herself out and actually 
dozed off. I laid my head back on her soft shoulder and tried to 
make myself as comfortable as possible. Actually, sitting on a 
beautiful girl's lap does have its perks. It was quite easy for me 
to find a comfort zone and doze off myself.

I don't know how long we slept, but both Lorna and I were awakened 
by a soft voice and some gentle shaking. It turned out to be Stella 
again. She was whispering that the party had already started.

We were escorted to the other first class section which was not in 
use during this flight. The curtains were drawn and I could here 
some soft music on the other side. 

The party turned out to be rather small and I did notice 
immediately that  men seemed to be in short supply.  The copilot 
was there. He and one of the stewardess's were making out in the 
back of that part of the cabin.

What seemed a bit strange about the situation was that the 
copilot's body was resting on one of the chairs and the chair was 
tilted all the way back and the stewardess was on top of his body 
and planting kisses all over his face. He seemed to be the passive 
one as they made out, and the stewardess seemed to be the 
aggressor.  

The other male at the party was a steward. He was dancing with two 
of the other female attendants in the aisle way. They seemed to be 
having a great time and there was much laughter.

As soon as we walked in to the party, two other female stewardess's 
greeted us and handed us each a bottle of champagne. As Lorna, 
Stella, and Joanie talked and drank their champagne, the two 
stewardess's led me over to the other group of dancers and we 
started to dance as well.

It was then that I realized how tall the girls were. The two that 
were dancing with the other guy were at least six feet tall and my 
two were a bit taller than that. While the male dancer was just a 
bit taller than me, maybe five six. The girls may have been tall, 
but they were all typical stewardess's. They were absolutely 
gorgeous.

As I danced with my partners, I glanced at Lorna and she was 
glancing my way as well. I guess she was keeping tabs on me as she 
talked. Stella glanced my way at almost the same time, and as soon 
as she saw us looking at each other, she took Lorna by the arm and 
lead her a little farther away from me. It all looked a bit obvious 
to me, I just wondered if Lorna could see it too.

The other threesome was really getting into their dancing, and it 
was a bit more physical than I expected. At the same time, the 
music became a bit more lively too, and the women became much more 
aggressive. During the dancing, I noticed that the other guy was 
getting lifted and passed back and forth between the two women in 
rhythm with the music. They looked more like some novelty act in 
Vegas than a group of attendants having a good time on an airplane 
bound for Australia.

I couldn't concentrate much on the others because the two women 
that were dancing with me also became much more physical. The 
change in their style of dancing was done so slowly that it almost 
seemed natural. Soon, I too found myself being thrown about the 
cabin. 

When I did manage to look Lorna's way, I noticed that her and 
Joanie were no longer paying much attention to me. Instead, they 
were frequently guzzling from their bottles and laughing at 
Stella's jokes.

We must have danced for twenty minutes. The girls seemed to be 
having a great time, and I do have to admit that I was having one 
myself, but I was a bit exhausted.

I stopped dancing and waved my hand at my face, to emphasize my 
point, and said to my partners, "I'm a bit tired and I'm really 
thirsty, I'll be right back, I'm going to get something to drink."

I didn't wait for an answer, I started walking toward Stella and 
the other girls. I just had time to notice that both Joanie and 
Lorna were a bit unsteady on their feet and weren't paying much 
attention to me anymore. When Candi, one of the girls I was dancing 
with, grabbed my arm and whipped my body back towards her.

In one quick motion, she maneuvered my body onto the floor, 
parallel to hers, and engulfed it between her long silky nylon clad 
legs. As soon as I was secured between those marvelous legs of 
hers, she snaked a surprisingly strong arm around my neck and drew 
my head back so that I was looking up at her. Before I could 
protest or even utter a sound, her hand covered my mouth.

I had been rendered completely helpless in one quick move, and all 
I could do was stare up into her lovely face and try to protest, 
but with a large female hand covering my mouth, all that came out 
was gibberish.

"Mmmmphfff!" I said.

Smiling down at me the blond asked sweetly, "What dear?..What are 
you saying sweaty-pie?"

"Mmmmphfff!"

Candi listened intently and then looked at the other stewardess and 
said, "Why Bambi, I think the little darling wants a drink. Will 
you be so kind and fetch us something."

"Sure!" Bambi said eagerly and then was off in pursuit of a bottle 
of champagne.

That hadn't been what I said at all.

"Mmmmphff!" I protested again.

"Be patient, little one, Bambi will be right back!" she said in an 
even sweeter voice."

Instead of trying to reason with her, I began to struggle. That 
didn't help either.

Bambi was back in a flash with a bottle that was about a quarter 
full. Candi took the bottle and looked to see how much was left 
before she informed me, "I think one good gulp should do it!" 

After her pronouncement, she stretched my body out further between 
hers and moved her hand from my mouth to my jaw, and with her legs 
imprisoning my middle and her fingers securely wrapped around my 
jaw, she forced me to drink the champagne.

I was powerless to stop her or to stop the champagne from flowing 
down my throat. When I started to gag, she altered the angle of the 
bottle and the amount of champagne I was getting. It took about 
thirty seconds for me to finish the bottle.

After the bottle was removed from my mouth, I heard Bambi say 
excitedly, "Hey! I want some of that!"

Bambi was standing next to us and her skirt was hiked up and she 
was fondling herself. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize 
that the "Some of that!" that she was referring to was me.

Right after her statement, I heard another muffled scream coming 
from a little further down the aisle. I realized it was the male 
attendant and he must have been in a similar predicament. I guess 
the party was being taken to another level.

With my mouth uncovered, I yelled out, "Lorna, help!"

As soon as I yelled out Lorna's name, I heard another voice and 
looked up. This time it was Stella's face that I saw.

"Yell all you want," she said gleefully, "both Lorna and your 
sister are going to be out for some time." After her pronouncement 
all three women laughed. It was a sadistic laugh that chilled me to 
my very bones. Then Stella casually added, "I guess they just can't 
hold their liquor."

All three women laughed again.

The next couple of hours were a blur, but I do remember being 
stripped naked and bent over one of the seats. One of the girls 
held my feet on one side while the other girl held both of my hands 
on the other side of the seat so I couldn't budge an inch.

It was Stalla who did the honors. I remember her remarking about 
how red an abused my ass cheeks were before she wailed into them 
herself. I didn't see what she was using, probably one of the other 
guys belts, but it sure did sting. I was reduced to tears in 
seconds.

I could her the other guy getting wailed in the other corner of the 
cabin too. As for the copilot, I didn't have a clue about his fate. 
I didn't hear any shouts from him during my ordeal.

Sometime during the party, I remembered Stella telling me that her 
and the other stewardesses belonged to a German club which was a 
world wide organization of female dominants called Das Rule! or The 
Rulers. While she was explaining the club to me, her voice and 
accent changed so that it was very obvious to me that she was 
German herself.

Stella was fair though, Bambi and Candi got to play with me first. 
Stella watched and commented on my performance as she casually 
lounged on a nearby seat and drank from a bottle of champagne. 

Talk about rough sex! I could barely stand when it was Stella's 
turn to have a go at me. Before she broke me herself, she grabbed 
both of my hands in one of hers and led me down the isle as the 
other females took swipes at my backside with anything they could 
get their hands on. The materials varied from belts to rolled up 
newspapers.

I tried to break free, but just her one hand held both of mine 
securely and she was able to easily drag me along behind her as she 
made her way up and down the aisle.

After the promenade, Stella got more serious. Part of the ritual 
for a club member was to break the man down physically before the 
woman took him sexually. Stella  accomplished this part of the 
ritual by mangling my naked body between her long shapely legs. She 
kept my arms out of the way by securing them both at the wrists, 
behind my back, with just one of her own hands as she squeezed my 
midsection.

It wasn't till my stomach muscles succumbed to her powerful thighs 
and my body went as limp as a dishrag did she finally let up and 
drag me off into a secluded corner of the cabin. I have to admit 
somewhat painfully that the sex was great! She had a body to die 
for, and I almost did. I don't remember much of the encounter 
though because sometime during the tough love, I passed out.

I awoke back in my seat and completely dressed.. Stella was nearby 
and she had our serving trays and she was trying to gently wake 
Lorna up next to me. 

Lorna woke with a start, looked around, and asked in surprise, 
"Where am I?...What happened?"

Stella placed Lorna's tray in position and answered her question at 
the same time, "Why your in your seat...Will be arriving in Darwin 
in a couple of hours....And we're serving you breakfast."

After her pronouncement, she opened a can of coke and poured some 
of it for Lorna, and then she bent over and whispered, "You all had 
a little bit too much to drink at the party last night."

After Stella finished poring Lorna's coke, she turned to prepare my 
tray.

Lorna rubbed her eyes and asked, "Did I have a good time?"

Stella turned and with a big smile on her face answered, "Why of 
course, dear!" 

Lorna shrugged and took a sip of her coke. When Stella saw Lorna 
was distracted, she looked directly at me, winked, and added, "You 
ALL had a great time!" 

She emphasized the word all and I realized her statement was really 
directed at me. If I had such  great time, why did every muscle in 
my body ache?

After breakfast, I got to sit on my perch on Lorna's lap again. 
Instead of telling me about Australia, Lorna was herself feeling a 
bit frisky. 

She playfully asked, "Would you like a little pony ride?"

I stared down at her big thighs for a moment before I answered. God 
they were gorgeous! I wanted to say no. It would be just too 
embarrassing on the plane.

But I heard myself say much too tentatively,  "Everyone will see! 
Maybe, when we're alone."

Ignoring my comment for a moment, Lorna hiked her short skirt up 
even higher on her thighs exposing much of their young tanned 
expanse to my eyes. Then she repositioned me so that I was 
straddling her own lovely legs with mine, and commented, "You say 
one thing, but your eyes tell me another!"

Before I could protest or offer a rebuttal, Lorna grabbed my arms 
and held them out and slowly started to rock her big thighs up and 
down on the balls of her feet taking my body along with them for 
the ride.

It must have been a silly sight to observe. A grown man sitting on 
a very big but very young girl's legs and being given a pony ride 
with the girl in complete control and the man driven to distraction 
with pleasure.

In a few seconds, I didn't care who might be watching. I closed my 
eyes and gave in to the motion of her controlling thighs.

"See!" she said gleefully, "I know you like this!...I know you like 
this a lot!"

Oh God I did like it!..No, I loved it! Those big young beautiful 
naked sexy muscular thighs below me lifting my weak helpless older 
male body up and down, completely controlling me as they moved in 
such a sexy manner. It was all so wonderful and so appealing. 

The sensations I felt were wonderful too with my own weak legs 
touching her all powerful sexy thighs. It sent shivers up and down 
my spine. The only thing that could have made it better was if my 
legs were naked and exposed as well. Up and down her marvelously 
muscled legs moved lifting my body with them and controlling me 
with their beauty, their power, and their strength.

Slowly, I lost myself in the moment. Up and down her young sexy 
legs continued to move, and my mind started to give into the 
wonderful sensations as well. Soon my whole body started to react I 
closed my eyes and I felt myself getting hard.

Then Lorna started to whisper to me in that sexy Australian accent 
of hers, "You do love this, don't you?....my little toy!"

The word toy struck a nerve and my eyes popped open immediately and 
for some reason I can't explain, I looked at Joannie. She was 
shaking her head and trying to suppress her giggles which she 
wasn't accomplishing very well.

 I'm not sure why, but I choose this time to rebel. 

"I'm not a toy!" I said rather loudly and I saw a few heads turn.

Instead of getting angry Lorna laughed, continued to rock my body 
up and down,  and replied, "Of course you're my little toy!...And I 
can make my little toy man do anything I want!"

After her statement, she really started to rock her legs up and 
down. As I fell under their  spell once again, she said 
triumphantly, "Give it up, Mate!....Show Lorna how much you love my 
pony rides. Show me how much you love my BIG SEXY thighs."

I wanted to rebel, to yell stop, but the words just wouldn't come. 
Instead, I felt myself yielding to her, and my body slumped 
noticeably. Only her hands held me up.

Then she increased the motion again and added, "Give it up, 
Mate!..Lorna wants her little toy man to give it up!...Show Lorna 
that her little toy will obey her every command!"

It was all becoming too much for my mind or body to bare. 
I barely heard her last words. Deep within me a pressure was 
building till finally it erupted. My body writhed and heaved in 
spasms on her sexy young thighs even as she continued the up and 
down motion with her all controlling legs.

"See!" she gloated, "I can make my little toy man do anything I 
want.

Even as my mind still bathed in waves of pleasure, I could hear her 
words and I despaired, for I knew she was telling the truth. Maybe, 
it wouldn't be so bad if she didn't consider me an object at times, 
a toy, to be played with at her leisure.

After my orgasm, my body seemed to wilt on her big thighs. Instead 
of holding my hands out, Lorna put her big hands around my waist 
for support. Her hands were so big they almost fit completely 
around my middle. As she propped me up, she continued the ride as 
if to emphasize, for all time, who was completely in control.

I couldn't believe it, but I felt myself start to give in to the 
wonderful sensations once more when I heard a voice say, "Is there 
a problem?...Oh my!"

I opened my eyes and saw that it was Stella.

It was Lorna who answered, " I'm just giving my little toy a ride 
is all...But I'm afraid he did make quite a mess!"

This wasn't happening.

"Well, we can clean him up and diaper him in the back, if you 
like," Stella suggested.

The rocking motion of Lorna's big thighs finally ceased and she 
replied excitedly, "Why, that's a great idea!"

"If you just hand him over to me while you get up," Stella 
suggested again.

In a flash, I found myself being lifted off Lorna's big lap and 
being literally handed over to Stella. She held me like a small 
baby in her arms gently rocking me up and down herself while she 
got out of the way and let Lorna get out of her seat. I looked 
around and could see that everyone was watching the show.

"Can I carry him to the back," Stella asked hopefully.

Lorna frowned and grudgingly said, "OH...OK, but just remember, he 
belongs to me.

While Stella carried me to the back of the plane, I could hear 
laughter and one young girl asked her mother out loud, "What's 
wrong with him, mommy?"

I didn't hear the mother's reply, but I did know the answer to that 
question. I now lived in a female dominated world, and from this 
moment forward, my life would not be my own.

Stella watched as Lorna cleaned me up with a damp rag. Then she 
handed her some baby powder and a diaper she seemed to pull out of 
thin air. Every time I tried to cover my privates with my own hand, 
Lorna would swat it or just forcibly move it out of the way.

When I had been powdered and diapered, Lorna pulled my knickers up 
over the diaper. I was thankful for that at least.

Afterwards, Lorna allowed Stella to carry me back and hold me while 
she sat back down and prepared to take me back onto her lap.

When the hubub had died down and I was back on Lorna's lap, she 
whispered to me, "Are you ready for another pony ride!"

I just closed my eyes and waited. To my shame and ignominy, I knew 
I was.

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The plane landed right on time.  Mr. and Mrs. Porter were waiting 
for us in the terminal. I was led out of the plane with each girl 
holding one of my hands. I felt like a small boy between two much 
older sisters.

Even though I was about to enter into another life, I still 
couldn't help glancing from side-to-side. When I did, I was 
confronted with acres and acres of young sexy female thigh. Maybe, 
loving female legs so much was my one fatal flaw, and the girls 
played on it every chance they got.

As we got nearer and nearer to the Porters, they loomed larger and 
larger. I knew their height, but to see them live was just amazing. 
Mr. Porter was 7'2'' in height and Mrs. Porter was only two inches 
smaller. But for some reason, as tall as they were, they really 
didn't stick out. When I looked around, I realized that everyone 
was rather tall in the terminal. The Porters were just the tallest 
of a crowd of very tall people.

When we stopped in front of the Porters, they both took time to 
greet and hug their daughter. While I watched, I thought about 
Lorna's height and knew that at some future time she would be as 
tall as or even taller than her parents.

As I continued to watch the scene, my mind asked a question. How 
could such giants regard me as an equal? I already knew the answer, 
but my mind refused to deal with it. 
 
After Lorna's greeting, the Porter's hugged and acknowledged 
Joanie. From  her greeting, I realized that she was considered at 
least like an equal if not another daughter.

While the family reacquainted themselves with one another, I 
nervously waited wondering how my introduction would go. I knew 
that how the Porters accepted me would tell me my fate here in 
Australia. 

Then it was my turn to be introduced. Lorna took a deep breath and 
said excitedly, "And this is Jimmy! I've already told you all about 
him."

Lorna's Parents eyes turned to me and they sized me up for a few 
seconds before Mrs. Porter exclaimed, "Oh My, Isn't he just the 
cutest little thing!"

That's all I needed to hear. I knew with absolute certainty what my 
fate would be here in Australia. So without hesitation, I bolted. I 
didn't know where I was going, but I just had to escape.

I got about two steps when Mr. porter grabbed the back of my 
knickers with one hand and lifted me off the ground. My feet were 
still churning, but I wasn't going anywhere.

"Where ya goin, Mate!" I heard him say in that big booming voice of 
his.

It only got worse. I heard Lorna say next, "Jimmy! You behave!"

As I was wielded around in mid air, I got a glimpse of Joanie. She 
was shaking her head and her eyes were lifted towards heaven as if 
she was totally embarrassed.

The next person to talk was Mrs. Porter, she sounded much more 
sympathetic. 

"Stop it dear, You'll frighten the little fella!" 

As she spoke, she reached out and plucked me from her husband's 
grip. I soon found myself  overwhelmed in her embrace. She was 
holding my body tightly against her own with my face level with 
hers. My feet must have been dangling a good foot and a half off 
the ground.

Mrs. Porter or Hillary as I was to find out gave me a little peck 
on the cheek and then really squeezed me tightly.

"He's so cute, Lorna!" her mother exclaimed as she continued to hug 
me tightly.

"I know, mom!....But he doesn't listen real well yet!" she told her 
parents.

"He's sort of weak and puny for Darwin," her dad interjected. 

"I'll take good care of him and protect him, I promise!" Lorna told 
her parents sincerely.

To me it sounded more like they were talking about a family pet 
than a twenty eight year old man.

It was Hillary who came to my rescue again, I think.

"Oh non sense! I think he's just adorable the way he is. And I 
don't want you two trying to make a man of him by subjecting him to 
any dangerous work or anything else that is just too much for him."

For once I had to agree with Hillary. I did think all work was 
dangerous.

Lorna said dutifully, "I promise!" then she asked more excitedly, 
"Can I keep him!"

By this time, everyone was walking towards the car. That is every 
one except me. Hillary still had her stranglehold on my body.

Mr. Porter's name was Joshua, I later found out. He looked at his 
daughter and said evenly, "We'll talk about finding him the right 
job, later. But for now he's your responsibility."

Wasn't anyone going to ask me what I thought.

Lorna answered back triumphantly, "I'll take good care of him, dad. 
You'll see."

As she spoke, she took me from her mothers arms and placed me on 
her right hip like usual. It seemed to me that Mrs. porter gave me 
up rather reluctantly, I might add. I didn't have time to dwell on 
that though because I was the center of attention, in the terminal, 
as the family walked towards the exit.

Over the next few days I was allowed to settle in. It wasn't much 
different than L.A. where Lorna was concerned. She treated me just 
as she did in the U.S. except now I didn't have my own room. 

Actually, I did for about a day. Her and Joanie staged one of their 
accidents with me. She carried me down to her parents and said I 
had an accident in my room, and she was afraid for my safety. 

The next thing I knew I was roomless. Lorna set a crib up in her 
room and I spent a bit of my time in it. Usually, sometime during 
the night, Lorna would come and get me, and then I would spend the 
rest of the night in her bed. That always meant playtime for her 
and tough love for me.

My punishments didn't tail off either. I was spanked less, but I 
ended up in her leg jail a lot more. Mrs. Porter took over some of 
my discipline as well. She seemed to thoroughly enjoy spanking me, 
and she would often make up offenses just so she could have a go at 
my backside. Then she would cuddle and make it all better as she 
would say. I have to admit, I did enjoy this part of the 
punishment.

My step sister Joanie didn't neglect me either. She still enjoyed 
making my life a living hell. Her suggestions to Lorna always 
enhanced their pleasure and made my time with them even more 
humiliating and painful.

Lorna found enough time to take me on one excursion in the first 
week. She took me on a boat ride in one of her father's charter 
boats. During the trip, I was informed that she wanted me to be 
captain of this boat which was named the SheQuest. I later found 
out that captaining this boat was to be my job for life.

It didn't phase her one bit that I knew nothing about boats, let 
alone captaining one. She assured me in the coming months that she 
would teach me all there was to know about the SheQuest, and that 
when she deemed that I was ready for work, her dad would put me on 
the payroll.

As I listened in horror, she told me how it had all been worked out 
between her and her father. I just wondered why I hadn't been 
consulted.

During the trip, we spent some time fishing. To make sure I was 
safe, she tied me to a chair, next to hers, in the back of the 
boat. I could still hold the pole, but she didn't want a big fish 
pulling me overboard. I could hear the other crew members laughing 
as we fished. Secretly, I made a mental note to fire those two when 
I had the chance.

A week later school started. One day, Lorna took me their after 
class to meet her friends. Of course, they were all extremely tall. 
Even the younger ones towered over me. All of them seemed to know 
me too. That puzzled me till I remembered that  Lorna had made a 
tape for her friends of her toying with me in the pool  during one 
of her visits to Los Angeles.

When I met Lorna's good friend Ashley, she gave me a big hug that 
squeezed all the air from my lungs and then she whispered in my ear 
that she couldn't wait to get me alone. That sounded ominous. One 
of Lorna's failings, I thought, was her jealousy, and I had no 
desire to make Lorna jealous. It just wasn't healthy.

I soon found out, that Lorna worked out with her friends 
constantly, and that's why I had been brought along. Going back to 
school was bad enough, but having to work out with Lorna in front 
of all her friends was just downright embarrassing. I was made to 
compete with them at wrestling or lifting weights or any other 
athletic endeavor their young minds could come up with, and always 
I came out second best. Even the much younger ones could best me. 
The girls would giggle incessantly when I was being slaughtered by 
some young Aussie babe. After awhile, the giggling bothered me more 
than the losing. Eventually, the whole gym  adopted me as their 
mascot.

When the girls really wanted to work out, they would hang me from a 
big hook in the middle of the gym. The hook was about seven feet 
off the ground and my feet would dangle helplessly in the air till 
the workout was over and someone would come and unhook me. Hooking 
me up was an honor and the girls would vie for the privilege. Even 
the ten year olds could lift me high enough to attach me to the 
hook.

The hook was suspended from a long rope which was attached to the 
ceiling of the gym.. I would first turn slowly one way and then 
turn slowly the other as the cord wound and unwound. In this 
manner, I could watch all the young girls wrestle or lift weights 
or really hit the other exercise equipment hard.

One thing about Darwin and maybe all of Austraia for that matter 
was that there wasn't an ugly girl anywhere to be found. It would 
have been a paradise for me, in that regard, if I had any say in 
the matter.

As I slowly turned in my perch above the gym, I watched the young 
girls workout, and wondered with some trepidation what was waiting 
for me in the future here in Darwin Australia. I had some serious 
questions that my mind needed resolving. Did Lorna really expect me 
to work? I really believed she did.

And what about Mrs. Porter? Did she have her own plans for me. She 
seemed overly friendly at times. Her attention always overwhelmed 
me, and she was an unbelievably good looking giant of a woman.

One thing that was upsetting to me lately was that Lorna had been 
paying a lot of attention to a giant named Peter Finch. Did she 
like him enough to date him, and where did that leave me? Was I 
really jealous?

The next question, I had, came to the heart of the matter. What 
were my feelings for Lorna? Did I really love her despite the 
things that she did with my body. And did Lorna really love me? Or 
was I just a toy or a plaything to her.

My answer to the previous question, I thought, might resolve the 
last question I had.  Did I really want to escape? At the moment, 
the answer was a firm yes!

To be continued?