My Swedish Vacation By Valerafon Chapter 3 - The Bromberg country home Update: 05/03/1998 to valerafon Chapter 3 THE BROMBERG COUNTRY HOME Brome moved effortlessly up the stairs even with all my luggage in tow. I struggled to keep up, but I did get a great view of her butt and calves. She was really solidly built, but those curves were so feminine. How could a women so muscular, still be so incredibly sexy? These five women put all the other women I knew to shame. I just had to date a big women some day. Maybe, today was the day! I could only hope. No....dream. Brome waited for me at the top of the stairs, and said with a big grin, "You can get a good view from up here to Jim." She gave me that knowing intense stare again, and I blushed. "Over to the right is our wing where the family has their rooms, and over to the left are the guest accommodations. I think you'll be surprised when you see them." Giving me a very coy smile she said, "Please stay a little closer to me this time. I don't bite. That is, till I get to know you." I smiled, shook my head, and thought more and more interesting. I was stunned. My accommodations were absolutely huge. "Are all the rooms this big?" "Of course, we're big girls and we like everything big." My heart sank. Brome noticed my expression. She smiled, looked me straight in the eye, and then asked me a surprising question. "Jim, do you like big girls?" "Well yes, but I haven't dated many." I lied. I hadn't dated any. "Good! That is a plus staying with us. I like little fellows myself. In fact the whole family prefers smaller men." " You do?" I asked incredulously. "Of course!" She sang out. "Their so much more fun to cuddle with, and easier to handle." Then she said in a strange tone of voice. "Remember Jim, I will always be here to protect you." She smiled at me again over her shoulder as she walked out the door. "Dinner is at eight thirty. Someone will be up to collect you." I heard her say as she walked down the hall. I stared after her even after I closed the door. I was trying to figure out what the hell that last statement meant. ------------------------------------------------- It was eight twenty five. I was just about to go downstairs when Gundy walked in. "Time to eat Jimmy-boy." "Does anybody knock around here?" I asked a little miffed. "We're a close family and share everything. This is Sweden you know," she said in a matter of fact sort of way as she fiddled with the lock on my suitcase. It didn't open. Then she turned her attention to me again and added, "Hey! you are just the cutest little thing. I can't wait to play with you." "Gundy, I think I'm a little too old for us to spend much time together. There has to be somebody your own age to play with?" She looked at me strangely and then replied. "Oh! You don't understand yet, Do you?" I wondered what the hell there was to understand, but before I could ask, Gundy continued. "My mom won't let me play with boys my own age. I'm just too big and strong. All I can play with are guys like you." She was fiddling with my travel case this time. As I took it out of her hand she said, "I can't wait to wrestle with you. Your just too cute for words." This fifteen year old wanted to wrestle with me? I shook my head and said, "We better go downstairs. Your family is probably waiting." I was beginning to have an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. "OK!" She said still smiling. "Do you want to see how strong I am? I can carry you downstairs... if you want?" "Uhhh.....thanks Gundy, but I can walk. I followed her downstairs shaking my head all the way. Even the table was huge. Everyone was happy and smiling. They could pass for an all American family. Well, probably not. Maybe, an East German family on steroids. I was the center of attention. Everyone wanted to know about America. Why we did this and why we did that. This went on for about a half an hour, but near the end I learned a little about the Brombergs as well. Max, Helga's husband died seven years ago in an auto accident, and left the family well off. This along with her daughters income from modeling meant a good life style for the family. All the renovations to the house had been made in the past couple of years. A swimming pool was added along with, a sauna, the gym, and the play room as they called it where Helga painted. I learned that Max was German. Hence, the name Bromberg, and he won a silver medal in the shot put in the 1976 Olympic Games. He was the one who got Helga interested in weights and muscle fitness. Helga took it a step further with special diets. All the children were put into a special muscle building program at a very young age. Helga believed it was a combination of genetics, conditioning, diet, and the good Swedish air that was the cause for her girls blossoming as she called it. We talked and ate leisurely for about an hour, but I was getting tired. It had been a long day. After dinner, I asked if I could be excused for the night, but before I was let go, the girls explained they wanted to give me a tour of the house in the morning. "We get up early here Mr. Preston," Eva explained. "Brome and I would like start around seven, and then we'll workout. Is that satisfactory with you?" "No problem. I'm an early riser myself." "Great!" Brome chimed in. "Wear some gym shorts and a T-shirt. We probably have some that fit you, if you don't have any." "I have some," I answered back. I wondered why they had shorts that would fit me, and did the shorts mean I was expected to workout too. That might be fun I thought as I excused myself and left the table. The rest of the family remained at the table after I left, and waited till I was out of earshot before talking. Inga was the first to speak. "He is the most handsome guy we've ever had. Where did you find him, Eva?" Eva laughed and said, "We were coming home empty handed, and he just sort of dropped into our laps." Inga with a big grin interjected, "I hope he drops into my lap first." Everyone at the table laughed. Helga quieted everyone and restored order. Looking in Brome's direction she inquired. "We have him for seven days?" Brome shook her head yes. "Good! Then we'll choose the days in the usual manner. I have the balls." Helga produced a basket full of numbered balls. "You go first Brome. You're the oldest." Brome reached in and pulled out a ball with the number five on it. "Damn! I never draw well." She shook her head, and frowned. Helga turned her attention to Eva. "Your next, take your chance." Eva had better luck. She pulled out the ball that had the number one on it. "Halleluya!" She exclaimed. "It's about time!" She showed everyone the ball and said, "I have some interesting new devices. I can't wait to try them on Mr. Preston." Helga smiled and moved the jar over to Inga. She reached in, took a ball, and frowned. "Number four!" she said sadly. Then almost as an after thought she looked around the table at her sisters and added, "You better not tire him out for me." Everyone roared with laughter. Helga again asked for order. "We have two extra days, Inga. I'll schedule some rest for him." "He's cute! He'll need it," Gundy said jokingly. Again the table roared. The jar with the remaining balls were passed in Gundy's direction. She reached in and got the number two. She smiled broadly. Helga told the group, "That means I have number three." Then Helga fixed her gaze on Brome and commented, "Tomorrow Brome, you and Eva will break our little man in during your workout. He will need to know a little of what is expected of him." Brome and Eva both nodded and smiled. Helga looked around the table and reviewed the schedule once more before adjourning the meeting. "Eva, tomorrow he's yours for the day after breakfast. You have him the day after Gundy. On Wednesday, we will let him have a little rest. He will be available for skits in the afternoon and evening. Thursday he's all mine. Friday is your day Inga." "Finally!" Inga chimed in. "I believe Saturday should be another rest day for our little man. He definitely will need it by then. Just some more skits and some needed rest." Then Helga looked at her oldest daughter and stated, "Brome, I am sorry, but you're going to have to wait a week till you get your hands on him." "The luck of the draw mother. I've been first before." Helga smiled at her daughter, then looked around the table, and said, "Good! Everyone knows the schedule. Are there any questions?" She waited, but there were no questions. "Two final things before we clean the dishes." She looked directly at Gundy this time. "Remember Gundy, you can do anything to Jim, but that one thing." Gundy frowned, and then answered, "Inga's allowed. Why can't I do it?" "Inga had to wait till she was eighteen. You are going to have to be patient for a few more years." Helga replied in a soothing motherly tone. Gundy continued to frown, but did not answer. Helga looked around the table once more and said, "Remember, he is to be dressed, for breakfast, the way the girl for that day wants him to be dressed. So talk to each other." The girls all nodded and were about to get up. Helga put her hand up in a signal to wait. "Inga please check and make sure we have enough film for the camcorder, and enough bulbs and film for the cameras. We do not want to miss anything for our collection." Inga nodded and everyone started to clean the dishes off the table. ----------------------------------------------- I spent a somewhat restless night. It was hard not to dream about the women of this house. They were the most beautiful and powerful women I had ever seen. So feminine, but yet so muscular. It was a combination my mind had trouble comprehending. It made my mind spin in a new and delightful way. I played over and over in my mind what Gundy said to me earlier, that she wanted to wrestle with me. It would be so thrilling to tangle with her big female body. I shook my head trying to come back to reality. She's only fifteen... remember that. I closed my eyes, but my thoughts eventually strayed back to the women of this house. I pictured myself with one of the other girls, but I heard myself saying I'm too small for them. Your having an impossible dream, and it will never be a reality. My thoughts then focused on the reality of the room, and I was aware that I had a giant boner underneath the covers. I then realized something about myself. It was going to be impossible for me to go out with an average girl again. I woke up before the alarm sounded. Glancing at the clock, I could see it was five after six. I had more than enough time to shower in the bathroom across the hall and dress. I went to the heavy curtains and opened them to let in some light. I was surprised to see an iron screen covering the windows. I paused in wonder, and then my mind came up with the explanation. They must have problems with animals trying to get in. Raccoons can ruin a house if they make a nest. With that problem solved to my satisfaction, I started preparing myself for the tour and the two beautiful women. I found that as I became more alert, my heart was pounding in anticipation of the day. Curious I thought, I have not made any plans for myself beyond breakfast. I guess I would play it fast and loose for a while. My dad was right. I needed this vacation. I heard a knock on the door precisely at seven. Good old Swedish punctuality I thought. When I opened the door both girls were standing there, before me, in all their glory. My mind tried to respond to the difference in height, and I stared dumbly up at them. As I tried to get my bearings yet once again, the two giant females walked past me and entered the room. Both were wearing white robes tied at the waist. Looking down at me and smiling, Brome asked politely, "Are you ready for our little tour?" "Yes, but are you girls ready?" "I think he is wondering about our robes, Eva." Brome replied in a soft lilting voice. Eva said, "It's a surprise for you Jimmy. You'll find out soon enough what's underneath." I just stared at them. I was trying to picture what was underneath. Finally, both girls grabbed one of my arms and gingerly escorted me out the door. ------------------------------------------------ The tour had been going on for about ten minutes when Eva announced that I was about to see the more interesting parts of the house, the new wing with all the renovations. I was escorted into what the girls called the playroom. It was very large with at least a twenty five foot ceiling. A lot of ropes were suspended from the ceiling leading down to various covered plastic bags. It almost reminded me of circus rigging. The girls didn't mention what all the rigging was for. They focused on Helga's painting equipment, and showed me her sketch pads. I did not see any works in progress. A large area was covered with what appeared to be tumbling mats. When I stared at the mats, I was told that the girls loved to rough house. Built into one of the walls was a small stage about three feet off the ground. It came complete with a curtain, and it was drawn. As we were leaving to go to the pool area, I also noticed what appeared to be hooks on a couple of the walls. I could not come up with a possible use. They were about seven feet off the ground. The pool was very modern and very large for an indoor facility. There were two big doors at the far end where I was told they stored pool equipment. One room led to a sauna which I could use. Another led to a large shower area with a very large shower nozzle. In Sweden group showers were common they said. My mind pondered that prospect, and I couldn't help but smile. The whole setup was impressive, and it was hard to believe the girls took care of it all. They had no servants. This to me was the most amazing thing I had found out to date about the Brombergs. I was escorted to what the girls said would be the final stop of the tour...the gym. It could have been a room at my local Scandinavian health spa. There was an area for free weights with a bench or two. The benches had what appeared to be a lot of weight hanging from racks on one end. Some barbells with differing amounts of weight were scattered on the floor. Two or three resistance machines, for working different muscle groups, were scattered around the area as well. In another corner was five or six pieces of gymnastic equipment. I recognized a horse for vaulting, gym rings hung from one area of the ceiling, a trapeze, and even parallel bars were all there. This gym was extremely modern in appearance and function. There was more. A large table in the middle of the room had a few bottles scattered around it. I was told that it was used as the massage table. All the equipment I just described had the appropriate matting. About a third of this huge room was covered with one large mat, and a white circle was imprinted in the center. I recognized this as a regulation collegiate wrestling area. As I stared in wonder, Eva wearing a big grin said in a proud voice, "We spend a lot of time in here. What do you think of our little gym?" "I am impressed," I said still looking the place over. "Fifteen people could easily workout in here at once." Eva appearing to appreciate my compliment walked over and draped an arm on my shoulder. She gave Brome a devilish grin, looked at me, and said. "The nickel tour is over. It's time for our workout and your surprise." As I tried to stay calm both girls did a little saunter in front of me and prepared to disrobe. As the robes fell so did my jaw. They both were wearing incredibly small matching hot pink Bikinis. The fabric barely covered anything. Not much was left to my imagination. The top looked like a ribbon around their breasts. The bottoms were very skimpy and plenty of pubic hair was visible. Their muscles looked sculptured. I stared as they flexed them for me. When they posed, their bodies seemed to turn to stone. They were incredibly ripped. I felt a little dizzy with this much female flesh only a couple of feet away. Brome was enjoying my reaction and said playfully, "Do you think Jimmy likes our little surprise Eva?" Eva giggled and said, "I'm not certain. Maybe, we should pull down his pants and check for sure." They both laughed and I was still speechless. Eva moved closer, and flexed her arm right in front of my face. "Feel my muscle!" She commanded. My hands had a mind of their own. They were moving over the surface of that huge muscle before I was aware of what I was doing. It was as hard as a rock..... a very large rock. "Squeeze it as hard as you can!" I squeezed, but there was absolutely no give. "Is that as hard as you can squeeze, Jimmy?" I nodded. "You are going to have to start working out," she laughed. "Now place both of your hands on my biceps and pick up your feet." "What?" I stammered dumbly. "Go ahead. Do what I say. I'm very strong." Still in a trance, I complied. Amazingly, my body began to dangle from the floor only supported by her one powerful arm. Eva explained further as I dangled. "All us Bromberg women are very powerful. You have to always remember to be a good boy Jimmy." She said this and then let me dangle for awhile before continuing. "Brome and I are going to work out for awhile. Just watch us. Your not strong enough to help us. Later, will all have some fun together. Would you like that Jimmy?" I remembered to nod yes as she set me down. I looked down at my gym shorts, and wasn't surprised to see a tent. After the girls finished a set, they would do a pump and pose for me. I dutifully had to feel each muscle group in turn. Thank God! They didn't ask me to compare between them. Some of the free weights they were using were loaded. I was dumbfounded when I added up the numbers. I think most men, no, I knew most men could not handle that much weight. I was beginning to feel like a member of the weaker sex. Did women actually have more potential then men? As I watched I began to fantasize of a world populated by girls like Eva and Brome. What would man's roll be in that kind of world? Forty five minutes later the girls were sweating profusely, and proclaimed they were done. Brome smiled at me and said, "Now we have fun!" She walked over to a free weight, and with a funny grin on her face motioned with her finger for me to come over. I had this sinking feeling in my stomach, but I went over. "You saw me lift this weight. Can you Jimmy?" She inquired in a voice that implied she knew what the answer was. I looked at her and shook my head no. She smiled and said, "Then we'll just have to lift it together." Before I could think of a reply she started to give me instructions. I found myself between her and the bar. I placed my hands on the bar, and she placed her hands on the outside of mine. Our bodies were touching in many places, and the smell and closeness of her was thrilling. How could I help her lift it? I felt drained of strength with the nearness of her powerful body. "Here we go Jimmy!" The bar started to rise. I immediately put all my power into the lifting, and for a moment actually thought I was helping. The bar was at my shoulders and continued to slowly rise. Brome offered me some encouragement. "You're doing real good stud." The bar reached the height of my hands fully extended over my head. I was happy I had done it, but then the bar continued to rise. My feet were leaving the ground. My body continued to rise with the bar for about eight more inches. Brome whispered in my ear in a very assertive voice. "Don't let go!" "Where is that camera?" I heard Eva say in a very amused tone. "Can you keep lifting Brome? It will take me about thirty seconds to get the pictures." When I heard Eva say that, I let go. I heard Brome yell, "Damn you!" She put the bar down and grabbed me forcefully. She swung me back into position. Brome cupped my hands around the bar, and repositioned hers. "Do not let go or you will be punished!" "But pictures?" I stammered. Eva was back with the camera and flash at the ready. "They will be for our enjoyment only. No one else will see them," Eva replied as I felt the bar start to move again. The bar went all the way up with me along for the ride, and the pictures were taken. Brome said, "We still have time for a couple more." "I have one I want try," Eva replied. The scene seemed a little surreal to me now. I found myself walking towards the rings with Eva. My right hand securely held in her tight grip. When we reached the rings she let my hand go, and jumped up and grabbed them. Before I could react she enclosed her legs around my waist, and tightened. I was a prisoner facing her in those beautiful powerful legs. "Get the camera ready! " Eva yelled out. Then I was lifted till Eva's legs were parallel with the ground. Smiling at me she held this pose while the camera clicked time after time. My embarrassment and confusion must have been visible. When I was released, Brome walked over and put her hand on my shoulder. "Just one more Jimmy. You must be a little confused right now. I will explain what's expected of you, this week, after the last pose." This week? I was required to stay all week? What did expected of me mean? Was I a Prisoner? Brome had my hand now and she walked me over to the parallel bars. She bent a little and whispered so that Eva could not hear. "Remember Jimmy, I won't let anyone hurt you." Then with her hands gripping my waist, she easily lifted me up to the height of the bars and sat me on one of them. Then she swung onto the bar next to me. She repositioned and gripped the bars with her hands, and extended her legs parallel to the bars. "OK Jimmy, come sit on my lap." It was the same tone I remembered from before. I looked at her, and wanted to run, but instead I found myself slowly crawling up and onto her body. I very slowly turned and positioned myself on her lap. Then I stretched my feet out towards hers. Their I was sitting on a woman's lap supported only by her hands five feet above the ground. "Wow!" Was Eva's reply as she furiously snapped pictures from a few different angles. Brome again whispered in my ear, "I could hold you like this for twenty minutes. So stay calm and turn your head and give me a big kiss, my little tuff guy." For a moment I forgot where I was. I did as I was told. The camera clicked and clicked. The next thing I knew, my wrist was in one of Brome's powerful hands. I was being led to the mat on the other side of the room. Brome motioned for me to sit down and she and Eva joined me on the mat. They both looked at me intently before anyone spoke. I was very quiet and at the moment a little afraid of these two powerful women. I really did not understand what just happened to me or what was coming next. Brome looked thoughtful before she spoke. She motioned with her fingers on her lips for me to be quiet. I didn't know what to say anyway. Then looking very intently into my eyes she started to speak. "You will be spending the entire week as our guest in this house. As we have already demonstrated we are very powerful women. All five of us enjoy the company of smaller weaker men like yourself." She stopped and smiled at me and then continued. "Each day you will come under the influence of a different girl. It will be wise to do everything that she instructs you to do. If you anger anyone of us, you will be punished. Each of us is different. So the punishment will be up to the personality of that particular girl. Do you understand so far?" "I'm a prisoner? Even Gundy? Why must I be punished?" A quieting motion stopped me and Brome continued my indoctrination, "You are our guest and you will be allowed to leave a week from Monday. For reasons you will understand later, you will not consider this stay as being held against your will." I tried to protest, but she gripped my hand tightly, and I decided to listen further. "As for Gundy, she may be only fifteen, but she is many times stronger than you. It would be wise to obey her as you will obey the rest of us." Eva added, "We are demanding because we can be. We will punish you because we can. Your weak male muscles allow us to bend you to our wants, desires, and needs." Brome took over and changed her tone, "Our superior female bodies can also bring you much pleasure. A pleasure like you have never experienced before." She paused a moment and just stared at me. My mind was spinning like a top. I couldn't think of anything to say. Brome continued on, "Your instruction begins after breakfast, and Eva is your tutor for today. At times you will be expected to perform for the camera. This is for our private collection, and only for our amusement," she said staring intently into my eyes. "You are not the first man to be put through his paces with us, and you will not be the last." After her last statement, she waited for me to say something. When I hesitated she gave my hand to Eva and said to her, "Enjoy! Lets go eat." I followed Eva to the dining area firmly in tow. The rest of the family was seated and smiling over in my direction. Eva found her place and sat down. She pushed my chair out of the way, and told me to stand in place. I tugged a little and her grip tightened. I felt pain almost immediately. She looked at me, and I put my head down. Her grip eased and I stayed put. She started to casually talk to the others, and I remained silent. No one else seemed to understand that I had just received my first lesson in obedience. Helga looked at Brome and asked, "Does Jim understand what is required?" "He was instructed by Eva and myself on his new position. But I am sure, like most men, he will need a little time to adjust." Helga looked at Eva and then at me. "He needs food to keep up his strength." "Mom, Jimmy is learning his first lesson. I will feed him, but he will be made to stand in place by my strong female hand." Eva again tightened her grip, and put a piece of toast to my lips. I only paused a second or two before the pain made me take a bite. The pain immediately let up. I decided to eat and drink everything offered. Gundy grinning at me said to the group, "He's a fast learner." I lowered my head and barely heard the conversation. I needed time to collect my thoughts. Inga asked Eva inquisitively, "What's in store for Jimmy today?" "Oh, the usual things I like. A little body worship. A little squeezing." "Nothing new?" Inga inquired. "I do have some new devices for you to see. I want you all to come up and help me prepare Jimmy around four. I know you will just love them." Body worship? Devices? If I wasn't scared before...I was now. I needed time to think and to plan, but the pain in my hand told me I wasn't going to get any. I opened my mouth and took another bite of toast. As breakfast seemed to go on forever my embarrassment and shame in front of these women increased. I kept my head low and could not look into their eyes. They probably thought my training was going quite well. Then breakfast ended and I was led up the steps to Eva's room. Eva made only one comment on the way to the room. "Well, your mine for the day little man!" My wrist firmly locked in her grip, I entered her room.