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. 

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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. 

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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. 

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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.