My Swedish Vacation 
By Valerafon
Chapter 7 - Helga
Update: 02/04/1998 to valerafon




Chapter 7  Helga 

I felt numb and my head was spinning like a top as Brome carried me, 
over her shoulder, towards her room. So much had happened to me in the 
last few days. I felt like my mind was overloading with input. Just a 
few short days ago, I was a normal hard working business man, who by 
chance decided to take a long overdue vacation in a quiet sleepy little 
Swedish town. How could I have known I would cross paths with the 
Brombergs. Five very tall, strong, and beautiful women who had a 
penchant for completely dominating smaller weaker men such as myself. 

Even the youngest girl, who was only fifteen, could easily manipulate my 
outclassed body anyway she wanted. All most from the beginning, I had 
been reduced to a toy for their pleasure and there wasn't a thing I 
could do about it. The women of this house were as strong as they were 
beautiful. They were all unbelievably tall blond goddesses who ruled my 
world and punished me or provided me with pleasure as they saw fit. 

In spite of the bizarre situations I found myself in, and the constant 
shame and embarrassment I felt in front of these women, I found myself 
liking them, especially Brome. I even found myself hoping to see Brome 
after my week was up at the Bromberg mansion. I closed my eyes for a 
second and shuddered. My last thought made me realize I still had four 
more days to go before my release. I wasn't sure I was going to make it 
with my mind intact. The situations were just too bizarre and my body 
was exhausted. 

In spite of  my mixed emotions and the exhaustion I felt, I knew I 
wanted to be nowhere else right at this moment. I was heading towards 
Brome's room and that thought excited me like nothing else had done this 
week. I wanted to spend time with this tall Swedish bombshell. I needed 
to know if she felt about me like I felt about her. I didn't care about 
what she might do with my body. At this moment all I wanted to do was to 
serve my tall Swedish beauty, and to hope that we had a future together. 
As we stopped in front of her door, I felt my mood change. I was no 
longer tired or exhausted and I felt my body come alive with 
anticipation. 

My heart was pounding wildly as we entered Brome's room. Did she want me 
to spend the night? Please Lord! Let it be so! Brome turned around, 
closed the door, and locked it. Neither of us had spoken since we left 
my room. After depositing me on the bed, she went to her closet and 
undressed. She changed from her silver bikini into a lacy black nighty. 
I watched as she slipped it on. Every now and then she would look at me 
and smile, but she never spoke. I was too engrossed to say anything 
myself. Finally, she went over to her vanity and sat down. I just sat on 
the bed and watched her as she busied herself  with her hair. This went 
on for about ten minutes. Neither of us speaking, but I never took my 
eyes off her. 

This quiet time gave me a real opportunity to check out my dream girl. 
She was similar to Eva in many respects. Both were tall, but Brome was 
just an inch or so smaller. Both had that beautiful golden blond hair. 
It matched their features so perfectly I thought. During my time with 
Eva she had given me her statistics. I remembered she weighed over two 
hundred pounds, all of it muscle. Brome must have been about 10 to 15 
pounds lighter. She was quicker than Eva and almost as strong. Brome 
with Inga were the most perfectly proportioned of the women. Hell! Brome 
was the most perfectly proportioned girl I had ever seen. 

As I watched her, I could see her eyes reflected back at me in the 
mirror. Both sisters have green eyes which are a dominant feature on 
their lovely faces. Eva's eyes gave her a predatory look like a jungle 
cat. Brome's eyes had a more heavenly quality to them. Every time I 
gazed directly into Brome's eyes it felt as if I was losing my way. They 
reminded me of bottomless green pools the color of jade. I could picture 
myself falling into them forever and never finding my way out. When I 
looked at her lovely face, I knew I could never lie to those penetrating 
eyes. Since I met her, Brome and those eyes were never completely out of 
my thoughts. 

Did I mention her face? Her golden blond hair frames her face so 
perfectly, and those soft features. It gives her an angelic look. 
Sometimes, I forget myself and look for her wings. I love her full red 
lips and that cute button nose as well. I don't need a photograph. Her 
face is burned into my mind forever. 

Before I met the Brombergs, I believed too much muscle on women was a 
turn off. The body building competitions on ESPN never held my interest. 
I knew Brome and the women of this house could compete and compete 
successfully. In just a few short days my thoughts had been transformed. 
Now I couldn't imagine Brome any other way but with that splendid 
muscled physique of hers. It fit into her overall look just too 
perfectly. 

As I continued to stare at her mesmerized, Brome finished with her hair, 
turned and smiled at me, and came walking over. She gazed down at what 
she must of saw as a totally enraptured male and asked, "Would you like 
to spend the night?" "Oh yesss!" I heard myself say. Her smile broadened 
and she sat down on the bed next to me and we kissed. I heard music. It 
was a harp. Where was it coming from? That kiss was like no other I had 
ever received, and it lasted a long time. 

The knock on the door couldn't have come at a worse moment. Our lips 
parted and she asked in a somewhat frustrated tone of voice, "Who is 
it?" I wondered how she could talk. I was still breathless from that 
kiss. "It's me, Eva. I know he's in there. Let me in." Brome sighed 
heavily and shook her head, but she did get up to unlock the door. 

Eva entered with a big grin on her face. She looked at me then at Brome. 
"Am I interrupting something?" she asked with what I thought was mock 
concern. "No," Brome replied, "we just stopped her for a minute before I 
took Jim to his room." Eva looked us both over again searching for the 
truth on our faces. Our faces were expressionless masks. I thought Brome 
and I played it perfectly. "You know Brome, it's against the rules for a 
girl to have Jim on one of his rest nights. Mom could take some time 
away from you." "I know the rules Eva. We were just leaving for his 
room," Brome shot back. With an even bigger grin on her face Eva 
replied, "I'll walk back with you dear sister." Brome nodded and they 
both grabbed one of my hands. At that moment, my emotions could easily 
be read on my face. 

I was in my room again, with the door securely locked, before I knew 
what happened. I took a nice long cold shower. I knew I needed one. As I 
showered, I went over what had just happened in my mind. I was now 
certain Brome liked me, but I wasn't sure if she liked me enough to 
consider marrying me. I also knew Eva must have an interest as well or 
why would she care if I spent the night with Brome. I didn't think 
sibling rivalry went to that extreme. 

I laid in bed and thought about the two sisters after the shower. I had 
this vision of Brome grabbing my arms and Eva my legs and while they 
argued my body was ripped apart. I felt my body give a little shudder 
from that daydream. I was sure the next few days were going to be 
interesting. I just wasn't certain if I was going to survive. Finally, 
my mind left the subject of the two sisters, but before I fell asleep my 
thoughts turned to Helga. I was hers for the whole day tomorrow. I 
thought about that tall massive body of hers. My body would be just a 
plaything in her hands. Before I fell asleep, I prayed she took good 
care of her toys. ----------------------------------


I awoke to a gentle tapping on my cheek. The alarm was going off, but I 
hadn't heard it. I must have really been tired. I'm usually a light 
sleeper. As my mind cleared I could see it was Helga who had awakened 
me. "Get up sleepy head. I have a surprise for you," she said as she sat 
on the corner of my bed smiling at me. 

It took me a few seconds to focus. "I hope it's a good surprise," I 
answered back. Helga chuckled and said, " It's a good surprise. The 
girls tell me you like to jog. I thought we'd all go for a run this 
morning before breakfast. We have a beautiful lake on our property. It's 
only a little more than two miles to the lake. Can you run that far?" I 
did like the idea. It had been days since I was out of the house. "I've 
run in some races in the U.S.," I told her.  "I can go a lot farther," I 
added proudly. She answered with a smile on her face, "Good! Put on some 
shorts and a T-shirt and will meet you downstairs." Then she was gone. 

I headed straight for the bathroom across the hall when I noticed the 
door had been left slightly open. That was a new development. I was even 
going to be allowed to walk downstairs without my customary 
transportation or prison guard. I smiled at the new developments, and 
couldn't wait to join the girls. As I quickly shaved, I admired my 
reflection for the first time in a long time and thought this had the 
makings of a very good day. 

Helga and the girls were all waiting for me as I walked down the steps. 
They all looked as breathtaking as usual in their running shorts and 
shoes. I noticed all of them had on sweat bands just like me. I knew 
immediately these women weren't novices to this sport. As we walked out 
into the yard, I knew I wanted to impress them. I remembered how it had 
backfired on me in the pool yesterday. I would be more cautious today, 
but this was my best sport. I was sure I could handle anything they 
could do, and do them one better. Strength or height didn't matter in 
this sport. It was one of the reasons I loved it so. 

Helga wanted Brome and I to take the lead. She wanted me to set the pace 
and Brome would point out the way. All the other woman followed close 
behind. I reminded myself this could be a lot of fun and not to think of 
this as competing with these Swedish supergirls. I started us out with a 
moderate pace. I wanted to enjoy the day, the countryside, and the girls 
company. Maybe, I could make something out of the rest of my vacation. 

We kept that pace almost the whole way to the lake. The girls had no 
trouble and it was a piece of cake for me. I enjoyed the countryside. 
Sweden was simply beautiful in the summertime, especially around Marna. 
Their estate had many hills and groves of trees on it. Everyone would 
laugh as we sped down one hill and chugged up another. This was exactly 
what I was looking for when I decided to come here on vacation. I knew 
tomorrow Inga and I were to go horseback riding and that thought 
invigorated me even more, as I upped the pace a little the last half 
mile to the lake. 

We all made the lake in good shape. When we came up over the last hill, 
there was the lake stretched out before us in all it's early morning 
grandeur. We all just stopped and stared. It was the type of lake you 
might find in Vermont or Connecticut or upstate New York. It looked so 
beautiful and so alive with life. It was a larger lake than I thought it 
would be, and you could not take it all in, at least not from where we 
were. As she looked out across the lake Helga explained, "I never get 
tired of coming here. This was mine and my late husband's favorite spot. 
We jogged up here every day  when he was in training." 

Our present location was perfect because there was a beautiful little 
clearing right up to the edge of the lake from this access. A wonderful 
place to sit and enjoy nature I thought. "What's this lake called?" I 
asked. Helga replied a little sadly, "It use to have a long Swedish 
name, but now we call it lake Max." All the girls were silent for a 
second or two. I could tell they missed there father. I decided to walk 
up to the edge of the lake and leave the girls and Helga to their 
thoughts for a few minutes. 

Helga came walking up after a minute or two as I stared out across the 
lake. "It is beautiful....Isn't it?" she stated. 
 I shook my head and answered, "I think this would be my favorite place 
too, if I lived here." We both looked out across the lake for a few more 
moments and then she said, "Come, We don't want to cool down. Inga can 
bring you here tomorrow if you like." 

We headed back towards the house. This time Inga and Gundy were in the 
lead. Helga said they were going to up the pace a little. Inga was in 
training for the Olympic trials next year. I didn't mind. I felt great. 
The cool morning air had invigorated me and the lake had lifted my 
spirits and renewed my resolve. At the moment, I felt ready for 
anything. 

Immediately, I could tell the pace was much quicker. Nobody talked as we 
ran this time. We must have did the first mile in a good bit under five 
minutes. I was sure I had just beaten my best mile time by a good 
margin. Then Inga and Gundy increased the pace even more. It seemed like 
we were flying up and down the hills. At the mile and a half mark I hit 
the wall. The pace was too fast for this weekend warrior. I couldn't 
believe it was happening again. I started to giggle out loud as I 
realized I wouldn't be able to keep up any longer. The oxygen debt was 
affecting both my mind and my body. What made me think I could compete 
with these women in any way? 

Slowly I started to fall back and finally I had to completely stop 
before I fell over. I was dizzy and the ground looked so inviting as I 
gasped for air. Finally, I found myself there. Brome noticed what was 
happening and called out to the others to stop. In a matter of seconds, 
to my great embarrassment, I was looking up at the five women as they 
huddled around me. 

Helga looked down and stated the obvious, "He's not going to be able to 
continue." "I can stay with him and bring him later," Brome chimed in. 
"Ya, much later!" Eva interjected. Brome shot her a wicked look. Helga 
thought for a moment then said, "No, let Inga carry him. It will be good 
training for her." The next thing I knew the girls were helping me get 
situated on Inga's back. She was going to carry me piggyback the rest of 
the way. I heard Inga say, "Can you hold on, Jimmy?" I didn't answer, 
but I held on tightly to her neck and closed my eyes as she took off 
with the other girls. 

I couldn't believe how fast she was running with me on her back. She had 
no trouble staying up with the others. I slowly recovered and opened my 
eyes for the last few minutes of the journey. Inga didn't even seem to 
be breathing hard. For some reason, even with what the girls had already 
subjected me too in the last few days, this was one of the most 
embarrassing. Maybe, it was my bragging about my running ability or the 
fact that even in my best sport I had no prayer of keeping up with any 
of them. Whatever the reason, I sure didn't feel like talking. 

We covered the remaining half mile in significantly less than five 
minutes. As we entered the house, Helga looked at Inga and issued some 
orders, "Take him upstairs, wash him, put him in a light green tunic, 
and have him in the dining area in one half hour. I'll have breakfast 
ready by then." "Eva was the one to object this time. "Why Inga, mom? 
I'd like to take care of Mr. Weakling again." Then all the rest of the 
girls started to object to the arrangements as well. Helga was firm. 
"No, Inga hasn't been with him yet and she did carry the little fella 
home." Then Helga motioned the others up the steps. "You girls shower 
and get ready for breakfast. You'll all have some chances with him yet. 
There's still plenty of time." 

Inga carried me up to her room and dumped me on the bed. "You have 
fifteen minutes to rest," she announced and then walked out of the room. 
I closed my eyes and rested. I wasn't interested in where she was going. 
In a few minutes she returned with a tunic, placed it on a dresser, and 
went into her bathroom. I could hear the water running. I was going to 
get a bath instead of a shower. That would be different. I knew soaking 
my sore muscles a few minutes in water would help them a lot. 

Finally, Inga came over to collect me. She sat on the edge of the bed 
facing me. She was completely naked. I gasped. I couldn't help it. Her 
body was very similar to Brome's, but she had such a young fresh teenage 
look about her, and the cutest little perfectly formed melons for 
breasts I had ever seen. I wasn't a breast man, but I could learn to 
love those beauties. She sat down next to me and just stared into my 
eyes for a few seconds. Inga's eyes were a soft azure blue. The exact 
color of the sky this morning I thought. Her hair flowed down her back 
in a pony tail. I noticed her hair was a few shades lighter than Brome's 
hair, and she had larger cheek bones giving her a similar look to Gundy. 
She contrasted with her older sisters, but she was undeniably beautiful 
in her own right. 

"Are you feeling better?" She inquired in a sweet little voice." "Much 
better," I replied with my gaze still fixed on her beautiful face. She 
grabbed me and effortlessly positioned me on her thighs. "We don't have 
much time so don't fight me. I'm going to take off your clothes and give 
you a bath....OK?" I replied, "OK." What choice did I have. 

She then went to work on my clothes. My shoes and socks were off in a 
flash. My T-shirt soon followed. I was placed on my feet between her 
legs for the removal of my shorts and underwear. She pulled them down 
and I stepped out of them. In a matter of seconds I was as naked as she 
was. I had long since lost my discomfort at being naked in front of 
these women. It was a condition I often found myself in this weekend. 

"Now let's take a look at that cute little body of yours," Inga said as 
she started to scan my naked form. She continued to inspect me with her 
gaze lingering a long while on PJ. She then grabbed him and held him in 
her hand. He immediately responded by getting hard as a rock. "Most guys 
name their little dickies. Have you?" she inquired. I thought a second 
and decided what the hell. "PJ," I replied. "PJ?" "Pride and joy," I 
blurted out. She must have laughed for two minutes. "Guys are so silly!" 
she finally said. 

She rose and then I was lifted up by her strong hands at the waist. My 
feet must have been dangling almost a foot off the ground. "Put your 
legs around my waist," she commanded. I did as she instructed and I put 
my arms around her neck as well. She looked into my eyes and whispered, 
"Today we have to hurry, but tomorrow I have all day to play with you. 
Isn't that scrumptious?" I could smell her perfume as her cheek rubbed 
mine. At the moment, I didn't think that prospect was all that bad. 
"Scrumptious," I replied. She kissed my lips. Scrumptious I thought, and 
then she walked with me in her arms to the bathroom. 

Inga had a huge tub. It was square instead of cigar shaped, and it had a 
wide enameled ledge around the top of it. On the ledge were various 
female shower items including several bottles of bubble bath. The tub 
was almost filled to the top and there were bubbles everywhere. We 
didn't sit in the tub. Instead Inga sat on the ledge with my body 
between her legs. I felt like a little kid being washed by his mom or 
older sister. 

Instead of using soap, she started to rub the bubbles all over my body. 
What a wonderful sensation I thought and it quickly got PJ's attention. 
In a matter of seconds he was a hard as a rock. Inga giggled when she 
noticed my erection and said in a little girl's voice, "PJ likes bubble 
baths......Doesn't he?" I closed my eyes and nodded yes. Hell! It was 
obvious he did. Inga giggled and informed me, "Tomorrow, I'm going to 
get to know him a lot better." 

She then proceeded to lather me all over. She arranged my hair into a 
point with bubbles all over it, and she even gave me a bubble beard to 
go with my mustache. While she played with my body she was giggling the 
whole time. The whole experience made me feel like I was seven years 
old, and I was being taken care of by my older sister. Still, somewhere 
in the back of my mind I knew this was a much younger teenage girl who 
was controlling me. 

Finally, she focused on PJ. She must have spent five minutes rubbing and 
lathering him up. I would have shot my load for sure if Inga hadn't 
squeezed the base of my erection, to keep me from doing just that, when 
she sensed my urgency. "I can't let you have release today. I don't want 
to spoil you for my mom." she stated in a matter of fact sort of way. I 
endured in silence and was horny as hell. I just shook my head, the 
girls not only controlled my body, but my bodily functions as well. Was 
my mind next I wondered. 

The bath ended and I was dried and dressed in record time. She surveyed 
her work and stated, "Doesn't my little man look scrumptious! Are you 
feeling all better now?" I was pretty sure scrumptious was her favorite 
word. "Yes,"  I replied. I looked at her magnificent body once more and 
found myself blurting out, "How can you be so strong?" She looked at me 
with an amused look on her face and replied, "Silly! I'm a girl and your 
just a weak little man." 

After the last few days, I understood her statement completely. I didn't 
get time to reflect too much on it though. Inga noticed the time and 
became a whirlwind of motion. We were already five minutes late, so she 
quickly put on some shorts and a halter top and whisked me down the 
steps to breakfast. 

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The rest of the family was already at the table when we made our 
entrance. Inga carried me like Gundy did earlier. I was perched on her 
right hip. She stopped at the head of the table right next to Helga and 
waited. I looked out upon a sea of smiling faces. I stopped at Brome's 
face like always. 

Helga surveyed my body from her chair for a few moments then smiled. 
"Are you feeling better, Jim?" she asked. I remembered my earlier 
embarrassment and bent my head down, but still answered her.  "Yes," was 
all I could say. Helga noticed my reaction. "Now Jim, we've already 
talked about this. My girls and I train much more than you do. You 
should not feel bad." Gundy piped in, "You did real good......for a 
man." Inga looked at me and offered her encouragement, "I don't know of 
any man who could have kept up with us as long as you did....little 
one." I knew they were trying to make me feel better, but it was having 
the opposite effect. 

Then I heard Brome's words. "I bet if you trained as much as us, you'd 
be waiting for us to catch up to you." "I wouldn't go that far, sis. 
After all, he's only a man and a little one at that," Eva replied. I 
looked up and could see Eva staring directly at Brome. Eva then turned 
to me and said, "I do like his spirit though. I would like to work with 
him some more." Then she quickly glanced at Brome for her reaction and 
turned back to me again with a big smile on her face and added, 
"Wouldn't you like that Jim?" 

I looked first at Brome then at Eva. They were both staring directly at 
me. They seemed to be waiting for a reply. I could tell Gundy and Helga 
were looking from sister to sister with a fascinated expression on their 
faces as well. 

Finally, Helga broke the spell by saying, "There's time for this later 
when all the girls have had their turns with him. Besides, Jim might 
prefer an older woman's firm guidance." As she spoke she reached out 
with her hands and Inga handed me over to Helga like a sack of potatoes. 
She positioned me on her lap and kissed me on the cheek. I wanted to 
defuse the situation even more so I said, "Maybe, I would." Then I 
placed a kiss on her cheek. Helga blushed, but it turned into a broad 
smile. I looked at the two sisters and both had folded their arms across 
their ample chests and were staring a hole right through me. I swallowed 
hard and wondered if I hadn't made a big mistake. 

The rest of the breakfast was a blur. I was fairly certain I had made 
Helga very happy. She dominated the conversation. Brome and Eva were 
very quiet. When I looked at Eva, I got the feeling she was making 
plans. That thought unnerved me. When I looked at Brome, I couldn't tell 
what she was thinking. She had reverted back to that unreadable look, 
but there still was a twinkle in those eyes of hers. It gave me hope. 

The women talked and Helga fed me from her plate. Her lap was huge and I 
thought it much better than being in that high chair. Gundy wanted to 
know what her mom was going to do with me for the rest of the day. Helga 
really didn't have a schedule with me she told the girls. However, she 
was going to lift a little before lunch in the gym. I looked from girl 
to girl and had a feeling that they all would be their. After all, I was 
the only game in town. 

During breakfast, I was informed I would be helping Helga with the 
dishes. However, Brome and Eva would be handling the rest of the meals. 
This would allow Helga more time with me for the rest of the day. I 
wasn't surprised about the arrangements. These women had man-breaking 
down to a science. 

After breakfast, I cleaned the dishes off the table while Helga washed. 
I had the job of drying the dishes and putting them away. During this 
time, Helga had some questions for me. "Tell me, Jim......Do you like 
Eva?" I stopped wiping a dish and thought for a second. "She is all I 
ever dreamed about in a woman......but so is Brome." "And there in lies 
our problem....Is this not true?" she answered. "I'm not sure what Brome 
thinks of me. I think she likes me." "I find it difficult to read my 
oldest daughter as well. I do know that Eva likes you very much. I have 
never seen her quite like this before." 

Then she stopped washing and looked directly at me. "If Brome is not 
interested, I think you will find it very difficult to say no to Eva. My 
daughter can be very persuasive where little men like you are 
concerned." I knew Helga was warning me in her own way. I pictured a 
life with Eva. I thought my body would last about three weeks. Well, at 
least I would die happy I was sure. I turned back to Helga and asked, 
"What if they both want me?" Helga laughed and replied, "Will cross that 
bridge at the proper time." 

I thought that was easy for Helga to say. I was the one who had two 
superwomen fighting over him. I thought about Brome for a second. At 
least, I hoped it was two. If that wasn't the case, How could I ever 
hope to cope with Eva? How would she ever fit into my life? I saw that 
bridge in the distance Helga talked about. It sure didn't look none to 
safe to me. 

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Helga and I walked hand and hand to her room. During the last few days, 
I had discovered I enjoyed being carried by these unbelievable women. It 
was a revelation I was still trying to deal with. I didn't ask her to 
carry me. I didn't want her to think I was weird. When we got to her 
room, I sat on the bed while she took off her shorts and top. Why I 
thought of my dad at that moment I wasn't sure, but I remembered I was 
supposed to call him today. 

I figured out the time difference in my head and realized it was still 
very early in the morning in New York. My dad wouldn't be at work for 
hours yet, but I still wanted to clear it with Helga. She was looking 
for something in her drawer when I asked, "Can I call my dad later in 
the afternoon? I did promise him." Helga turned around and put her hands 
on her hips before she answered, "Of course, just remind me." I stared 
at her as she answered. She looked the epitome of a true dominant woman. 

I acknowledged her with a nod. She just stood their smiling at me for 
some time. It gave me a chance to really look at her face and  
magnificent body. As my eyes drank her all in, I realized she was giving 
me this time to do exactly that. Her hair was much lighter than any of 
her daughters. I think the proper term was Scandinavian type hair. She 
had a full head of it, but not a hair seemed out of place as far as I 
could tell, even after this mornings run. 

As I moved to her face, I could see all of her daughters in her 
features. She had the blue eyes of Gundy and Inga with the same high 
cheek bones, but she had Bromes and Eva's high forehead and nose, and 
she had the fullest most sensuous lips I had ever seen. It was her 
distinguishing feature, at least on her face. Her breasts were another 
story. They were gigantic. I knew she was in her forties, but these 
babies seemed to still be defying gravity. I was a leg man, but I 
couldn't take my eyes from her breasts. 

As I stared at her, I found myself involuntarily wiping my mouth. Had I 
been drooling? She must have been reading my mind. She gave out with a 
hearty laugh and said, "Don't worry, you will be spending some time 
today with both your hands and your mouth on my heavy hangers. They are 
a bit much though.....Don't you think?" I found myself shaking my head 
no as I continued to stare at them. She gave me another hearty laugh and 
then did a double biceps pose. Her body instantly turned to iron or 
should I say titanium. I felt my jaw drop in awe. She was easily the 
most muscled woman I had ever seen, but somehow all those muscles did 
not detract from her beauty. It made my head spin in the most delightful 
way. She still was as feminine as the other women of this house. I 
stared in awe for some time. 

Finally, she slipped on a g-string and put on a massive bra. I think I 
could have fit my whole head in one of those impossibly big cups. Every 
so often her eyes would wander over to see if I was watching. My eyes 
were glued to her. It wasn't something a man could control. Then she 
slipped on a halter top that barely fit over her bra. It exposed all of 
her rock hard abdomen. She didn't bother to put any shoes on. When she 
was done, she came walking over and put out her hand. I grabbed it and 
we walked out the door towards the gym. 

All the girls were already there working out. I wasn't surprised to see 
them. You didn't get bodies like these ladies have watching TV. Helga 
instructed me to sit on the mat and watch. I was glad to oblige. I sat 
on the mat and folded my legs. Before I knew it Gundy, Eva, and Inga 
came over and sat down rather close to me. I looked over at Brome and 
she was still working out, but she was looking my way. I saw her shake 
her head and laugh as the other girls moved in around me. I looked at 
the girls and they all gave me a strange smile. At that moment, I felt 
like the last chip in a can of Pringles. 

We all watched as Helga worked out. She started with one hundred and 
fifty pounds on the bar. That amount was twenty pounds more than I 
weighed. She easily lifted it like it was nothing to her, and I was to 
find out very soon after that one hundred and fifty pounds was nothing 
to her. She called me over after she hoisted the weight several times 
overhead. I was going to have to try that weight myself. I got it to my 
shoulders, but that was it. The girls booed me and I shrugged. "It's 
more than I weigh," I reminded them. Gundy came over and I had to make a 
muscle for her. All she said to the group after feeling it was, 
"Pityyyyful!" I shrugged and sat down. The girls all gathered round and 
patted me on the back anyway. They were just having a bit of fun. 

Helga lifted the bar up again and then did something extraordinary. She 
moved her right hand down to the middle of the bar and then lifted it 
overhead using only her right hand. The girls cheered and my mouth fell 
open. Her one arm was considerably stronger than both of mine put 
together. For the next half hour, she continued adding weight till she 
finally topped out at three hundred and seventy five pounds, almost 
three times my own weight. I sure was glad she was a very friendly 
woman. 

The girls went on to their own exercises and Gundy came over and 
whispered in her mom's ear. Her mom rolled her eyes and then announced 
to the other girls, "Gundy wants to show me a new trick with Jimmy. I'll 
let her, only if you other girls won't pester me too." The other girls 
all complained, but reluctantly agreed. Inga said, "I wish I would of 
thought of borrowing him first." All the other girls laughed. 

Gundy whispered in Eva's ear, took off her shoes, laid down on the mat, 
and motioned for me to come over. I looked over and saw Eva hurriedly 
leaving the room. I came over reluctantly. What now I thought. Gundy was 
laying flat on her back while she raised her feet into the air slightly 
and said, "OK Jimmy-boy, I want you to lay your body on my feet and grab 
my hands. Do you think you can do that for Gundy?" I now knew what she 
wanted to do. I shook my head yes and followed orders. The next thing I 
knew, Gundy had lifted my body off the ground using only the strength in 
her legs. 

My hands were in hers and she was moving my body around a little in mid 
air. At the same time she was saying, "Weeeeee! Come and fly air Gundy. 
Weeeee!"  I was getting a little air sick as I looked down on this 
pretty girls face. I was again dumbfounded by how young she looked as 
her eyes were all a twinkle and her face all a glow and smiling as she 
looked back up at me. "Weeeeee!" she continued to say as she held me 
effortlessly up with the power in her legs. As I looked down on her 
smiling face, it was still hard to believe even after all that she done 
to me already this week that she was only a fifteen year old girl, and 
that she could control me so effortlessly anyway she wanted. "Weeeeeee!" 
She sang out. 

Inga watched Gundy for a few moments more and then asked, "Is this the 
new trick you wanted to show us?" "Of course not, silly. I'm waiting for 
Eva to come back with the camcorder and mom's sketch pad. She may want 
to sketch it after she sees what I can do." 

As we waited, Gundy started bending and straightening out her legs with 
me along for the ride. The girls all counted as she lifted my body up 
and down with her beautiful teenage legs. The girls clapped and cheered 
when she reached forty. I was impressed. Then she used only one leg to 
hold up my body. She incredibly did twenty five leg lifts using only one 
leg, and then did the same thing with her other leg. 

Finally, Eva came back with the camcorder. She shot some tape with Gundy 
lifting me up with two legs and then just one. I was amazed she wasn't 
tired yet. Then Gundy announced it was time for the piece de resistance. 
She rested a second and then lifted me up again using both legs. "I have 
to center him perfectly so I can hold him up there for a long time," she 
said as my body became completely airborne. When her legs were perfectly 
outstretched and she was balancing me exactly in the middle of my center 
of gravity, which was right about at my waist, she announced, "Watch 
this!" Then she started to lift the upper part of her body off the 
ground till she grabbed on to her own legs. All of her that remained 
touching the floor was part of her butt which led upwards to the sturdy 
twin pillars that were her legs that supported my entire weight. 

Helga and the other girls went wild. I had to admit I was impressed 
myself. It must have been an incredible sight. The sight of a young girl 
with only her butt touching the floor, and her legs completely 
outstretched, holding a much older man completely and easily off the 
floor while she held on to her own legs and maintained her upper body 
off the floor as well. 

The camcorder was running and Helga grabbed her sketch pad. "How long 
can you hold him up there dear?" "I'm not sure mom....start sketching." 
I had to say something. It just was my nature. "Hey! Aren't you going to 
ask me how long I can stay here?  After all, I'm doing the hard part." 
Everyone including Gundy laughed. 

She held me that way for almost fifteen minutes. I'm not sure what 
amazed me more. The fact that she could hold me up for so long or that 
her feet were big enough so that the experience wasn't to uncomfortable 
for me. I lost my balance only twice atop skyscraper Gundy. Sometimes 
two sisters would come over and hold my arms and legs out for support 
when they got tired. It was a little embarrassing that Gundy was doing 
all the work and I was the one that got tired. 

Finally, Helga had enough on the pad and my airplane ride came to an 
end. Gundy got up and put her arm around my neck and we did a little bow 
for our audience. Before I went back over to Helga, Gundy whispered into 
my ear so only I could hear, "If we were alone, I would have you kiss my 
thighs and hug them and tell them how much you enjoyed your ride. 
Wouldn't you like to do that for me?" She straightened up and stared 
into my face waiting for an answer. I bent my head down and shook my 
head yes. I knew I would do that for her and I would love it. She gave 
me a big smile and bent down and kissed my cheek. Then she swatted my 
butt, shooed me in the direction of Helga, and said, "Go on get back to 
my mom before she gets mad at me little one." As I walked back, I 
realized I was putty in any one of these four girls hands, and they 
could make me voluntarily or involuntarily do anything anyone of them 
wanted me to do. 

Amazingly, the girls continued on with their workout. Helga had her own 
plans though. While she laid out on the table in the middle of the room, 
I gave her a complete body massage. I was instructed to really work her 
muscles while I rubbed in an oil from one of the bottles. She indicated 
her pleasure with my ministrations as I worked. After about five minutes 
my hands were completely sore from the resistance of her muscles. Even 
though it was painful, I was a trooper. I continued on. It was only a 
matter of time before I became as hard as a rock from all that prime 
female flesh so nearby. I wondered how professional masseurs worked 
without going completely crazy. 

The other girls would come over, from time to time, and ask their mom 
how I was performing as a masseur. She gave me high marks. I'm not sure 
that was to my benefit because all the girls wanted massages after that. 
I wasn't sure my hands would hold up in that labor, but I knew it would 
be a labor of love. Helga saved me. She told her girls that they would 
have to get massages on their own time. I never seen such a disappointed 
group of girls. I was fairly certain after today my day would include a 
massage or two for the rest of my stay. 

Finally, I felt my hands giving out. I informed Helga, "My hands are 
shot. I'm going to have to rest them." She turned over, smiled at me, 
and said, "That's too bad because there's only one spot that I still 
want you to do." 

Very slowly she took off her top and began to unhook her brazier. In a 
matter of seconds mountains of prime titty flesh came pouring out of 
their lair. I stared mesmerized at the avalanche. I wasn't even aware 
that I had picked up the bottle and started to rub more oil on my hands. 
She saw my reaction and my involuntary response with my hands and gave 
out with that hearty laugh of hers again. She folded her hands behind 
her head and watched me closely as I started to apply the oil. I found 
out, in the next few minutes, I had become a masseur possessed. I really 
dove into my work. 

Brome was watching with amusement at my expression and my zealous work 
habit. She laughed and commented to Eva, "Mom's using her secret weapons 
again." Eva laughed and replied, "I don't think there so secret any 
more. I sure wish she would have passed on those genes to more of her 
daughters." Brome motioned over to Gundy and replied, "I think only 
Gundy will take completely after mom." Then she looked back at Eva and 
added, "Those monster boobs can be problems later in life."  . "Yea! But 
you would never have to worry about drowning," Eva jokingly replied. 
Both girls looked at each other and broke up. 

Back at titty central, I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed. I knew PJ 
approved of my work, so did Helga. She moaned as she watched me. I think 
she was getting pretty worked up herself. As I worked, I wondered if 
women ever named their boobs like men sometimes named their penis. The 
only two names for these monsters I could come up with were Godzilla and 
King Kong. As I worked, I lost track of time. I was too involved in my 
work. The next thing Helga asked me to do stunned me, but just 
momentarily. "Use your mouth," she said. I only hesitated for second. 
Then my mouth was all over her breasts. I was wondering if I was 
becoming a breast man. I thought about Gundy's legs and Inga's legs and 
Eva's legs and Brome's legs and realized their was nothing wrong with a 
man being versatile. 

As my tongue went on safari, I remembered somebody telling me once that 
anything more than a mouthful is wasted. For some reason, my mind chose 
this very moment for the folly in that statement to become completely 
apparent to me. I worked on and on and then I had the strangest feeling. 
I looked up, for a second, and all the girls were staring at me like I 
was prime rib. Gundy and Inga were rubbing their breasts and Eva had her 
hand in her bikini bottom. Oh oh! I thought. I felt like I was in a 
termite nest and I was the only piece of wood left. Before I could 
contemplate my predicament more, Helga grabbed my head and I was buried 
in two tons of boob meat. She held my head prisoner for a second and I 
couldn't breath. As she held me, I could think of a lot of worse ways to 
go. I even thought she could bury me under one of those mountains of 
flesh and nobody would know. Mercifully, she let my head go. It was just 
a warning to get back to work. I wasn't lazy. Hell! I was a workaholic. 

After my tongue lashing, Helga slowly lifted herself from the table and 
casually stretched her big body. With a big smile on her lovely face, 
she grabbed my wrist and in one easy motion threw me over one of her 
shoulders and nonchalantly walked out the door to a chorus of "Awwws" 
and "Boos" from the girls.   

I found myself transported to Helga's room. I knew what we would be 
doing very shortly if she was half as horny as I was. After we entered 
her room, I found myself dumped unceremoniously on the bed and when I 
looked up at her, she had her hands on her hips and she was smiling down 
at me. 
 
"Take your tunic off," she commanded. That sounded reasonable to me. I 
had it off in a matter of seconds. "Do you know what I would like to 
do?" she asked. I had a pretty good idea, but I asked anyway. "No, 
what?" "We have a little over an hour to lunch....Let's take a nap." I 
stared at her dumbfounded. That was not what I expected her to say, and 
not my first choice at the moment. She set the alarm and crawled into 
bed next to me. Then in the next few moments, I found myself engulfed by 
her arms and legs. I couldn't move a muscle. I was a prisoner in her 
embrace. Fortunately, I wasn't facing her or I might have been smothered 
by those two titanic melons of hers. We didn't talk much and to my 
surprise I fell asleep almost immediately. I had been through a lot in 
the last few days. 

I heard the alarm go off and instinctively tried to reach for it. I 
couldn't move a muscle. Slowly, I came back from the land of Morpheus, 
and her crushing embrace disappeared. As I turned towards her, Helga had 
already silenced the alarm. She was at the side of the bed now and she 
was taking off her one item of clothing, the g-string she wore. As I 
tried to focus in on her magnificent body, she grabbed my arm and gently 
pulled me right out of bed. 

She informed me of our immediate itinerary as she half dragged me to her 
bath. "Come on sleepy head. Let's take a shower." Not another bath. I 
was becoming waterlogged. I may have thought this, but I certainly 
didn't say it. It wouldn't have mattered anyway. I had lost control of 
my own actions sometime ago. 

Her bathroom was immense and bigger than any other I had seen at this 
mansion. She had a separate shower stall, and a similar tub to Inga's, 
but it was a little larger. I was informed we would be taking a shower. 
I found out that the shower could hold two people easily enough. My job 
was to lather and wash her entire body. She smiled down at me and didn't 
talk much as I worked. I applied a liquid soap that made tons of lather 
on her body. In no time, I had her moaning again and I was getting 
fairly hot myself as I toured her body with my hands. 

When I had her lathered, she stepped into the spray and rinsed herself 
off. Then it was my turn. She soaped me up as I had done to her. When 
she got to PJ, I found myself moaning just like she did. What wonderful 
sensations the soap and her skilled hands made over my now throbbing 
member. After I had been totally lathered, she easily gathered me up in 
one arm and rinsed of my body in the warm spray. She laughed softly as 
her hand danced over my wet and soapy body. I thought I would lose it as 
my aching member begged for release. What happened next was a new 
experience this week. 

Helga bent down slightly and turned me around. I was still being 
suspended by her awesome arms, but now she was directing PJ towards her 
wet and inviting bush. While she held me in the warm spray, we made 
connection and new sensations flooded into my mind. I was a spectator as 
she maneuvered me so that my penis pounded deeper and deeper in her 
waiting cunt. Her actions became more intense as we headed down the road 
toward orgasm. She screamed out her pleasure and I joined in the chorus. 
My mind had just a second to dwell on the fact that I was making love in 
mid air. Then I was awash in a sea of pleasure as my mind and body 
exploded with release. She followed at almost the same instant. 

There was a few moments of blissful silence. Then I opened my eyes and 
she did the same. She had a contented little smile on her face as she 
kissed my cheek. She still casually held my body aloft and then she 
repositioned me so that I was cradled in her massive arms. "My little 
man did well," she said staring down at me and then she nuzzled my cheek 
with hers. "We will have to hurry or will be late to lunch," she 
informed me as she rinsed mine and her body off in the spray once more. 
Then she walked out of the shower with my cradled body still in her 
massive arms. 

She dried me in an oversized towel and would kiss my cheek and hug me 
close from time to time. I didn't have to do much just like with her 
daughters. She dressed me in the same tunic and then appraised her handy 
work. She spoke in a soft little feminine voice, "There my little man is 
already to go downstairs. Mommy is so proud of you." Before I knew what 
happened she was squeezing me and lifting me off the ground in a 
crushing embrace. At that moment, I would have been a little happier if 
she was a little less proud of me. 

After her little squeeze session, she dressed in a pair of shorts and a 
halter top. I glanced at the clock and could see it was a few minutes to 
one. She fixed her hair quickly and then walked over and put out her 
right hand. I offered mine and we walked out the door toward the dining 
area. She had one bit of news for me as we walked. "After lunch I have a 
surprise for you." I looked up at her and gave her a forced smile. Why 
did these women's surprises always fill me with dread? 

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Helga and I walked hand-in-hand to the dining area. The only one there 
was Gundy. Helga looked around for a second and said, "Watch him for me, 
Gundy. While I go check on lunch." In a second, I was alone with Gundy 
once again. I knew her nature and I was sure I was in for something. I 
just didn't know what. She gave me that devilish grin of hers, grabbed 
my hand, and sat down. "Your just the cutest little thing....and the 
nicest too," she said. "When I'm older, I'm going to come to New York 
and make you mine." 

The only thing I thought of to say was, "Gundy, I'm too old for you." 
"Nonsense, girls are supposed to be younger than boys when the girl 
takes them. Isn't that right?" "I suppose so," I answered. "Do you 
remember your oath of obedience to me?" "Gundy, I...." "Say it!" and she 
started to squeeze my wrist. I frantically tried to remember the words. 
"I submit to my teenage conqueror and acknowledge her power over me. I 
give to her completely my body and mind." It was amazing what you could 
remember under duress.        

She eased the pressure on my wrist and smiled down at me and kissed my 
cheek. She glanced at the door to the kitchen and then informed me, "I 
think we have time for the kiss of submission too." She pulled her 
shorts and panties down and then stood up. "Gundy, please....your 
mother." That's all I had time to say as my face was pushed into her 
muff. "Kiss it!....show me your love for it!.......lick it too!" As I 
complied she cooed, "Ohhhh! You do have talent." I did what she asked 
for some time. 

I was able to pull away for just a second and look up at her. "Gundy, 
Pleeaassse!" I could see some drool on her chin and she was smiling 
happily staring at the ceiling. Those were the only words I got out as 
she forcefully attached my face to her waiting pussy a second time. This 
time she held it there with both hands pushing on the back of my head. I 
had no other recourse but to please her as best I could. "Good-boy, 
Jimmy. You belong to me. I'll take real good care of you," she whispered 
between moans of passion. Great! I thought now three sisters want me and 
I haven't been with Inga yet........I'm a dead man!" 

Helga helped Eva and Brome with the meal in the kitchen. It took about 
five minutes to have everything ready to go. They each grabbed a couple 
of platters and headed out into the dining area. Gundy had put her left 
leg on one of the chairs and sat me astride her bare thigh. My feet 
weren't touching the floor and for the last minute or two she was 
bouncing her foot up and down giving me a new type of pony ride. I had 
to admit it was a thrilling sensation. 

Helga watched amused for a second as she put her platter on the table. 
"Gundy, What are you doing?" "Just playing with Jimmy, mom. I think he 
really likes it." "Put him down, dear. We don't want him to get too 
excited and wet his tunic and delay lunch....now do we?" "OK!" She 
whispered in my ear before she released me, "Remember your mine little 
one." Then she handed me over to Helga and I found myself on her lap for 
lunch. 

At the beginning of the meal, Helga would inform the group of any news 
she had. She only had one announcement today. Helga informed us that 
Inga was out and wouldn't be joining us for lunch. Everybody else was 
present and seemed to be in good spirits. Like usual, I was the center 
of attention. 
 
As Eva passed the bread, she casually mentioned to Brome, "Did you know 
that Jimmy really enjoys his pony rides." "No I didn't,"  Brome answered 
as she looked over towards me. "I'll have to remember that." All the 
girls were looking at me. I just bent my head. What did they want an 
admission of guilt? "I think he really liked the one I just gave him," 
Gundy announced. "How do you know?" Eva inquired. "Because his little 
dickie told me." The girls all laughed. 

Even Helga got into the spirit of the moment. While she remained seated, 
Helga lifted my tunic up and then put her huge hands around my waist and 
lifted me easily into the air. My waist was two feet above the table and 
my feet were dangling a good foot above the floor. She held me this way 
so everyone could still see I had an erection. I stared back at the 
girls in despair as Helga held me up for some time. All the girls 
giggled. 

"I think Gundy is right, Eva. Here's the proof." Helga announced. "Mom, 
please your embarrassing him," Brome petitioned. "Honey, we've all seen 
him naked." "I know, but we've made him do so much against his will." 
"I've only just begun," was Eva's reply. Brome gave her a strange look 
while Helga continued to hold me aloft in plain view. My erection went 
down. Helga looked at Brome while she placed me back down on her lap and 
said, "He's a wonderful nice little man. He's going to have to adjust. 
Besides, you know and I know his life will never be the same again." 

I bent my head down, and contemplated her words, but I remained silent. 
I knew she was right. Brome got up and came over. "Mom, let me have him 
for a second. I want to talk to him." "All right dear, take him upstairs 
to my room and I'll be up in a few minutes." I was then handed over to 
Brome and she immediately took off for her mom's room with me in her 
arms. 

After Brome left, Eva looked at her mom and said sarcastically, 
"Traitor!" Helga looked at her daughter and answered, "Dear, you and 
Brome are just going to have to work this out." Eva looked at her plate 
and didn't answer. Gundy watched the show quietly then announced 
proudly, "Jimmy belongs to me. I'm going to marry him when I get a 
little older." Both Eva and Helga looked at Gundy, shook their heads, 
and put their face in their hands. The table was silent for some time. 

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Brome carried me into Helga's room and deposited me on the bed. She sat 
down next to me and was silent for a few seconds. "How are you holding 
up?" she asked. I stared into those eyes. I almost forgot to answer her. 
"Something's are harder to bare than others, but the worst is wondering 
what all of you must think of me." "Awww! she said sadly and then pulled 
me to her lap and held me tight. "All of us really like you. We think of 
you as a member of the family," she said as she laid her cheek on the 
top of my head and rocked me gently. 

As she rocked me, she started to hum a Swedish lullaby. I closed my eyes 
and all my worries started to fade away. I really wasn't prepared for 
her next question. "Do you like Eva?" My eyes immediately opened. "I 
like her. I like everyone in this family. I really do, but I'm scared of 
her." I paused for a second and then added, "Do you remember when you 
said you would protect me?" She held me a little tighter and replied, "I 
want you to do everything she says, but leave her to me....OK!" I looked 
up at her and replied, "OK!" and then kissed her cheek. 

She continued to rock me as she said in a tone that comforted, "I will 
always protect you." I smiled up at her and never felt more secure or at 
peace. As she began to hum again, I had a question of my own. "Do you 
like me?" She grabbed my jaw with her right hand and gently lifted it up 
as her lips descended down on mine. The world disappeared as I was lost 
in a sea of desire. The kiss lasted two or three eternity's. Finally, 
she asked, "Does that answer your question?" I looked up at her and 
smiled. I tried to lift my body up so my lips could find hers once 
again. She smiled back down at me lovingly and then her lips descended 
once more. 

When our kiss ended, my body slumped completely. It was like I had no 
energy of my own and I had to rely entirely on her strength. She smiled 
at me knowingly and held me tightly in her strong embrace. As she rocked 
me back and forth, she had one last question to ask. "Can you live in my 
families world?" Our eyes met once more and I knew there was only one 
answer to give. "I can live in your world."  We kissed once more and I 
felt her strength flowing through me. In that moment my world changed 
forever. 

Helga chose that moment to enter. "Am I disturbing you two?" she asked. 
I looked up and could see the smile on her face. She wasn't angry. Brome 
got up abruptly and I tried to stand myself. My legs buckled and Brome 
had to grab one of my arms with her hand for support. "What have you 
done to him my daughter?" Brome looked at her mom a little annoyed and 
answered, "Mooom!" "He looks like he needs to sleep for three days," 
Helga laughingly joked." Brome blushed but composed herself and replied, 
"He's fine. Don't underestimate him." "Ohh! I haven't and I won't," 
Helga said still amused. Brome and Helga's eyes met as each appraised 
the other. 

Brome was first to break eye contact and she started to walk out the 
door. "Wait dear! Will you help me this afternoon with the camcorder? I 
want to try out that new body paint." "Sure mom." Body paint? That 
sounded like trouble. Helga smiled at me and added, "Meet me in the 
playroom in a half hour. Jim and I will be there. Won't we Jim?" I 
looked at one woman and then the other and replied, "I guess so." Before 
Brome left, she walked over planted a kiss on my forehead and said, "See 
you later, Jim." and then she walked out the door. 

Helga put her hands on her hips and just gave me a long penetrating 
stare. I felt like I had just been x-rayed. A smile started to work 
across her face as she declared, "It seems my daughters find you 
interesting......ALL my daughters." 

I stood for a moment and lowered my head as I contemplated her words. 
Accepting Brome's world meant that Inga, Gundy, Eva, and even Helga 
would be a part of that world as well. I didn't think my body or mind 
was up to that. Then a little seed started to grow in my thoughts. I 
wondered if there were any short men's clubs in New York. Maybe, I could 
introduce them to the Bromberg's. I laughed to myself as I thought, if 
that happened, they would have a new president and executive officers 
over night. 

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Both Helga and I were naked as she applied the paint to my body. It had 
a grayish golden sheen to it. She explained it wasn't at all like the 
golden paint in the movie Gold Finger. Our skin would still be able to 
breath. She had seen an act at the circus use the paint. It made the 
performers look like statues and the paint brought out all the 
definition and musculature of their bodies. I thought the paint would 
have to work overtime to bring out all my musculature. 

Brome entered right on time as usual. Helga was almost done preparing my 
body. Like all the other women, she had taken her time with my genitals. 
The paint had a slightly greasy feel to it with no smell. The feeling 
wasn't too unpleasant at all. After she was done with my body, I had to 
do a few poses for the camera. Brome was laughing and couldn't hold the 
camera steady. Afterwards, I had to apply the paint to Helga's body as 
well. Brome captured the ceremony on camera. It took me ten minutes and 
I couldn't help but get aroused. Her body was truly magnificent. The 
paint did make her body even more awesome, if that was possible. 

Brome noticed my situation and exclaimed to her mother, "Look Mom! His 
penis is already posing." Both women had a hardy laugh at my expense. I 
had stopped blushing days ago. 

Finally, we were both ready. Helga explained to me what we were going to 
do while Brome moved some lights over. She was going to use my body for 
her posing routine. After she had my body in the proper position, she 
would hold it there for awhile. She said the performers in the act did 
this and there bodies would take on the appearance of statues. Helga 
wanted to see if she could get the same effect on film. 

It sounded easy enough to me. I knew I wouldn't be doing any of the work 
and I trusted Helga and her muscles. The initial lift was an amazing 
show of strength on her part. First, she lifted me cradling me in her 
arms. Then with her left hand under my left arm pit at the shoulder and 
her right hand grasping under my left knee she slowly lifted me overhead 
till my body was slightly over her head. Her arms were not locked and 
fully extended and I thought it took even more strength to hold me in 
that position. Brome had me lift my right leg higher to add effect for 
the camera and  then to hold my body perfectly still. As we posed and 
remained still for some time, I had no doubt Helga and I created the 
desired effect for the cameras. 

For the next lift, Helga laid on her back and just pressed me up with 
her arms till they were locked. Here huge hands offering enough support 
for my shoulder and rump. She slowly lowered and raised me for the 
camcorder then held me fully aloft as our bodies froze like statues. 

She must have lifted me twenty or thirty different ways in the next 
hour. Brome and her discussing various lifts before they were actually 
tried. I remember three overhead lifts in particular. The first, she 
held me aloft with her right hand balancing me at the small of my back 
near my hip with her fingers snaking partially around my waist. She 
pressed me up till my body was completely overhead and her right arm was 
fully extended. My body was facing up, and her left arm held my hand at 
the wrist. I was instructed to keep my body limp and motionless as my 
arms and legs hung down. I must have looked like a truly conquered male 
for the camera. 

The second overhead lift was equally impressive. Helga held both of my 
ankles together with her right hand and with her left at my neck lifted 
me till her arms were fully extended over her head. She made sure not to 
make it too uncomfortable for me as she as held me that way for some 
time. 

The third overhead lift had to be the most impressive looking. Helga 
balanced me with one arm at the height of her head. She held me up in 
that position by balancing my butt in the palm of her right hand and 
with her free arm she flexed her biceps for the camera. I looked down at 
her from a vantage point of maybe two feet over her head as she held me, 
and wondered if she had any limits to her strength. 

Near the end of the filming, Helga voiced one regret. "I wish I could 
have sketched some of these poses," she said sadly. Brome looked at her 
for a second and asked, "Will this paint come off easy?" Helga looked at 
her daughter and smiled. "Very easy!" she replied. 

In the next several minutes, I got to perform one of my most pleasant 
tasks all weekend. I applied the paint to Brome's naked body. My fingers 
danced across her curves as I applied the paint thoroughly.......very 
thoroughly. It was a labor of love. I worked silently as Brome watched 
me with an amused smile on her face. It was the first time I had ever 
been jealous of my fingers.        

In the mean time, Helga had washed her hands and brought over the sketch 
pad. I soon found out Brome's strength was impressive in its own right. 
I remember one lift in particular. While she was on her back, Brome used 
only one leg to lift me with her foot balancing my body at the small of 
my back. I was lifted up facing the ceiling. Her leg was fully extended 
and her arms braced her waist as most of her body was off the floor as 
well. Only her right toe and her shoulders and head were on the floor. 
Unfortunately, it was not a position I or Brome could maintain for a 
long enough time so Helga could sketch it. 

One that was sketched was as awesome as any that Helga performed. I was 
lifted overhead with my head facing the ceiling. Brome had her right 
hand fully extended and balancing me in the middle of my back near the 
shoulders. Her left hand supported my butt and her fingers snaked around 
grasping my penis. To add more effect Helga had Brome bend her left leg 
and her right was a few feet behind the front one and braced for 
support. I was instructed to let my arms and legs hang down limply for 
effect. Helga wanted PJ to pose as well and Brome accomplished that by 
playing with him with her fingers. That made it very difficult to remain 
motionless. Brome giggled almost the whole time. Near the end, the 
inevitable happened and PJ blew his top. I knew I must have been on a 
very short list of men that had ever been masturbated in quite that way. 

I didn't believe it possible for me to feel more helpless than I did at 
that moment. I had absolutely no control over anything. If it wasn't for 
the fact that it was Brome who was in charge, my mind may not have been 
able to cope. Afterwards, as I gazed at the sketch, I was embarrassed to 
see Helga had added the moment of eruption to her work. I bent my head 
in utter shame as I thought about somebody buying this and exhibiting 
it. Brome put her arm around my shoulder and said to her mom, "I want 
this one." Her mom turned around and her smile quickly left her face as 
she answered, "But......" She hesitated and then looked from me to Brome 
and then added, "OK.....It's yours." 

As a compromise, Brome and I posed once more for Helga. This time Brome 
bent her legs so that her thighs were nearly horizontal to the ground. I 
sat on them with my arms around her neck, and her arms around my waist 
for support, as I kissed her. This must have been an uncomfortable 
position for Brome to hold, but she managed for the fifteen minutes it 
took Helga to capture it on her sketch pad. As we kissed, I would try to 
talk and joke even though our lips were touching. This made Brome laugh 
and almost drop me several times. Helga was not amused.      

Finally, it was getting late and Helga threw me over her shoulder in 
preparation to leave. After saying our good-byes to Brome, she headed 
for her room. She took me right to the shower. The shower was a welcome 
experience as we removed the paint from each other's bodies. I was 
especially diligent with her breasts and she was as equally diligent 
around PJ. Our ministrations eventually got out of hand and I found 
myself making love in mid air once again. As we pleasured each other, I 
chuckled to myself thinking this might have made the most interesting 
sketch of all. 

Fifteen minutes later I found myself dry, but still naked, sitting on 
Helga's equally naked lap as she placed the overseas call to my dad. I 
hadn't been too successful in talking her out of this arrangement for 
the call. As a matter of fact, I can't remember ever having one of the 
ladies see my point of view this week. We always did everything their 
way. When the connection was made, Helga handed me the phone. My dad 
picked it up almost immediately. 

"Son it's good to hear from you! How's the vacation going in that small 
town you told me about?" "Great dad! I'm staying at a very nice ladies 
house who has some rooms to rent and her and the rest of her family all 
speak English." Helga was shaking her head at that little white lie. 
"Son, you did a great job in Uppsala. I hope you'll consider staying on 
with that position?" "I think I will dad. We'll talk when I get back." 
Helga was smiling wickedly and started to play with PJ. 

"That's great news son! How's the vacation going? Did you find the 
Swedish Bikini Team?" "Dad!" "Just joking son. I hope your enjoying your 
vacation and your getting out a little. "I aaaam daaad. Actually, Helga 
haaas some lovely dauuuughters." "Something wrong son?" Helga was 
giggling rather loudly and was playing with PJ and making it hard for me 
to talk. "I just came baaaack frooom jogging daaad. I'm a liiitlle 
winded." 

Helga laughed out loud at my last statement. "Who's that son?" "That's 
Helga, she's nearby. She owns the inn." "Well, let me talk to her. I 
want to thank her for taking such good care of my son." Oh Great! Just 
what I needed I thought. "He wants to talk to you," I told her. She 
smiled and took the phone. 

I listened as they exchanged pleasantries then I heard Helga say, "It's 
been our pleasure to put your son up. He's a wonderful little man. All 
my daughters simply love him." I winced at that statement. I saw Helga's 
eyes brighten and she remarked, "Well, I thank you for that kind offer. 
As a matter of fact, two of my daughters are models who spend a lot of 
time in New York. I would love to spend some time with you and your son 
if I should ever visit them there." I was half listening and half 
squirming on her lap as Helga continued to play with my penis. They 
continued to talk and joke and I continued to squirm. She was calling 
him Jim and she told him to call her Helga and she had already got an 
invite to dinner in New York. I closed my eyes and saw disaster in my 
future. 

Finally, she handed me the phone back and I was talking to my dad again. 
"Son it sounds like you did find the Swedish Bikini Team," he said with 
a delighted tone to his voice and then he chuckled.  "Her daughters are 
all charming and beautiful, dad." "I invited her to dinner if she's ever 
in New York. I hope she isn't an old biddy." "Far from it dad, she's 
quite an extraordinary lady." Helga smiled at me and kissed my cheek 
after my remark. "Great son! I'll look forward to meeting her some day. 
See you in a few days. Have a good time,"  he said and then I heard him 
chuckling again. I think my dad had a little bit of dirty old man in 
him. "See ya dad!" I said and then hung up. 

Helga had some questions of her own after the phone call. "Your father 
sounds like a wonderful man. Tell me is he as small as you?" "No," I had 
to admit. Then I gave her his statistics. "He's six foot even and one 
hundred and ninety pounds," I told her. Her eyes noticeably brightened. 
"I like smaller men, but I could only marry a bigger man...like Max." 
Then she smiled brightly and added, "Your father sounds very 
interesting. Maybe, I'll have to visit my daughters, next month, while 
their in New York." I swallowed hard. I saw my world crumbling before my 
eyes. 

For the next half hour, we dressed and talked a lot about my dad. I told 
her he was an extremely intelligent hard working man who had built an 
empire from scratch. Helga seemed very interested. I even had to show 
her the picture of him I had in my wallet. She thought he was an 
extraordinarily good looking man. He was. I was happy those genes, at 
least, were passed on. While we talked, I kept having a daydream about 
us in New York. Helga was sitting next to my dad while I was forced to 
sit on Eva's lap at some up town expensive restaurant. As Helga carried 
me downstairs on her hip, I tried to get that picture out of my mind. 
For some reason, I couldn't 

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Dinner was noisy as usual with all the women talking at once. I had my 
usual place of honor on Helga's lap. Inga seemed especially excited 
tonight. Her time with me was drawing near. She wouldn't tell anyone 
what she had in store for me and the other girls seemed disappointed. 
From time to time, I would look over at her and she would be staring at 
me with a big grin on her lovely face. I had to admit it did unnerve me 
a little. 

Eva hit me with her bombshell as Helga fed me some pot roast. "I've been 
real busy this afternoon," she said while she looked at Brome for a 
second then turned back to her plate. "Oh! How's that?" Brome inquired 
cautiously. Eva smiled that wicked smile of hers and spoke to no one in 
particular as she cut up her meat. "I've had to completely reschedule my 
itinerary for the next several months. It looks like I'll be in New York 
for some time." Both Brome and Helga looked up from their plates at Eva. 
I lost my appetite. "We're going to have to have a talk very soon," 
Brome said with anger all over her face. 

Helga trying to be peace maker offered, "I've been invited by Jim's dad 
to dinner when I'm in New York. Maybe, we can all visit them there. "Now 
I'll be there before Brome, mom. Why don't you come with me?" Gundy 
interjected, "I want to go too." "I guess I'll have to change my plans 
too," Brome shot back. "Why don't we let Jim decide who he wants to 
see," Eva countered. "You know very well Jim can't defend himself from 
your claws. I'm not going to let him be alone in New York with you," 
Brome angrily replied as the two girls shot each other evil looks. I 
could too defend myself I thought...........maybe not. 

The argument finally died down with nothing being settled. Gundy, Eva, 
Helga, and Brome all had their say. I didn't hear anything from Inga. I 
looked over and she still had that big grin on her face as she returned 
my gaze. I wish I hadn't looked that way. I looked over at Eva and she 
smiled at me like I was the main course. I wish I hadn't looked that way 
either. I was running out of directions to look. I decided to keep my 
head down. At least, the pot roast couldn't stare back. 

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The remainder of the evening was very enjoyable. Maybe, Helga had 
decided my body and mind had been through enough without some rest. We 
spent it talking while she gave me a tour of her private collection. Her 
sketches and paintings were kept in a private room off the playroom. 
There was also a case full of tapes. I was fairly certain those were the 
tapes the girls made while they put their house guests through their 
paces during their stay. 

While we toured, Helga managed to ask me again, "Do you like Eva?" I 
told her much the same as I did yesterday. "I like her, but I'm scared 
of her." Then she asked, "Do you like Brome?" I smiled broadly and 
replied, "Very much, but I'm not sure how much she likes me. "Would you 
like to marry her?" I looked her in the eyes and answered, "I think so, 
but we haven't been together enough yet to know for sure." She thought a 
second or two, looked very concerned, and informed me, "The girls are 
feuding. I'm sure it will work itself out." Then she grabbed my 
shoulders and looked me straight in the eye before she spoke. "Try and 
stay out of it as best you can. You could make things much worse without 
half trying." Then she kissed me on the forehead, smiled at me, and 
added, "Besides your much too weak to affect the outcome." 
    
We finished the tour after our little talk. The paintings and sketches 
were quite good. They all featured one or more of her girls with a man 
in one type of humiliating position or another. The men I saw in the 
paintings were about my size and didn't have any better luck defending 
themselves against the four girls. I thought she was quite adept at 
capturing the shame and humiliation on the man's face as one of the 
girls toyed with his body. She informed me that many of the paintings 
had already been sold. She held a special art sale for several 
discriminating buyers who would come in twice a year. I was also 
informed that some of the paintings would not be sold. They were a 
favorite of one of the girls or herself. These were kept in a special 
room. As I viewed these, I was informed that my paintings, when they 
were done, would all be put here. I was happy my face wasn't going to 
appear all over the world in some millionaire's private collection. 

As I viewed her private stock, I had to ask, "How many men have been 
here?" She looked at  the ceiling as she tried to count the men up in 
her mind. "Let me see....I'd say between twenty five and thirty." I 
stopped and looked at her. She smiled and added, "We started when Gundy 
was eleven. I thought she could handle the men by then. She was already 
5'7'' and 135 pounds." I couldn't think of anything to say. "I'll show 
you her first tape," she said as we walked over to the case and found 
the tape and handed it to me. 

She then pulled out several more tapes. "I promised to show you Gundy's 
tape of your wrestling match." She handed me that tape as well. She 
explained each tape as she handed it to me. "This one is of Inga 
wrestling two guys at the same time. That was the only time we've had 
two gentlemen over at once. They were brother's from England." She 
thought a second like she was trying to remember. "She was sixteen....if 
I remember correctly." For some reason I did want to see that tape. "The 
last tape is of Eva giving a golden shower. It's one of her specialties. 
Later she makes him swallow it." That made me shudder. "Don't worry he 
really loved it. He's tried to see her many times after that." 

A new question occurred to me while we walked upstairs to her room to 
view the tapes. "Do you ever see the men again after you have them 
over?" "No! Its a rule of ours. It saves complications. Although, many 
men have begged to see us or one of the girls again." I looked at her as 
we entered her room and said, "What about me?" She bent down and kissed 
my cheek. "Your special! Your already a member of the family. If one of 
the girls don't take you.......I will!" I knew she was joking about the 
last part of her statement. It was the first part that worried me. All 
her daughters were incredibly beautiful, but Brome was all I had on my 
mind. 

She had a large TV in her room complete with stereo sound. A large  sofa 
was nearby. I sat on her lap naked as we watched the tapes. I was to 
learn very soon that they really turned Helga on. The first tape we 
watched was Gundy at eleven. She looked so incredibly young. The man she 
was throwing around was a Frenchmen and I couldn't understand a word he 
was saying. Although, I knew it was some form of begging. Even at eleven 
she must have been three inches taller than him and probably weighed a 
few pounds more too. I couldn't believe how easily she handled him. I 
remembered that smile from yesterday as she put him through his paces. 

She handled him quite effortlessly and he stood about as much chance 
against her as I did yesterday. He looked so pitiful and embarrassed as 
she made him bark like a dog on his knees.  The bone was a nice touch I 
thought. The worst for him though was his fifteen minute spanking. Gundy 
had him on a couch with his upper body resting on the couch and his face 
buried in one of the cushions. She had him over her left knee and his 
legs were trapped between her legs. His butt was perfectly framed and 
completely naked for her assault. At the end of the spanking she placed 
him on the floor between her legs and held his head securely with her 
hands as the camcorder zoomed in for a close up. He was crying 
uncontrollably. He looked into the camera pitifully for a few seconds 
and then he just closed his eyes in shame as the camera held the scene 
for some time. I tried to comprehend the shame he felt at being 
overpowered by an eleven year old girl who wasn't very much bigger than 
him.....I couldn't. 

The second tape was of Inga destroying two males in a wrestling match. 
She was far two quick and strong for them. Inga, I noticed looked 
somewhat young and was only about six feet at the time. Inga wore a sexy 
yellow bikini while the two men were in shorts and were bare from the 
waist up. She smiled throughout the match as she systematically 
destroyed the men. I could tell she enjoyed her work. After about ten 
minutes, the guys were so spent they just laid on the mat trying to 
crawl slowly away from their tormentor. This allowed her to torture each 
at her leisure. First one than the other would be put in a series of 
awesome and devastating holds. She would grab one of the guys by the 
hair and sexily walk him around the mat, making sure to smile and ham it 
up for the cameras. 

Every so often, Gundy would appear in the tape. She, I guess was acting 
as referee. After a particular devastating move or hold, Inga would 
place her big toe daintily on one of the men's chests. Her foot would be 
pointing straight down and the tip of her toe would be barely touching 
his chest. Gundy would then start a count while Inga usually looked 
bored or did a slow yawn. Gundy usually stopped the count at one 
hundred. Then Inga would throw the beaten man out of the way and start 
working on the other one. 

One time, she had both men laying in the center of the mat flat on their 
backs and completely helpless. At that point, Gundy came in to the 
picture again. Inga then showed the camera both of her index fingers. 
She then bent over right in front of the camera exposing all of her sexy 
and glorious ass for everyone to see. While she was bending over, she 
put one index finger on each man's chest and held them down daintily 
while Gundy counted to one hundred again. Gundy got up, looked at the 
two helpless men, shrugged, and walked out of view. 

Finally, and mercifully Inga finished them off. She dragged both men's 
bodies so that their heads were side by side, but their legs were facing 
in opposite directions. She then put each man's head between her thighs 
and started to squeeze. She toyed with them for a few minutes before she 
rendered them unconscious. After, she dragged one man on top of the 
other and Gundy raised her hand in victory while Inga had her foot atop 
the pile of beaten men. As a capper, Inga threw one man over her 
shoulder and then Gundy helped her with the other one so that Inga could 
throw the other man over her other shoulder as well. As the camera faded 
to black, Inga smiled for the camera with a man draped over each of her 
shoulders. 

All this man beating had done its work on Helga. By the middle of the 
second tape, she was as horny as hell. I was completely mesmerized by 
the tapes and didn't even notice, at first, that Helga had taken my hand 
and was massaging her breasts with it. When I did notice, she moved my 
hand down to her crotch and winked at me. I knew I was in for another 
bout of love making. I wondered if she would lose control before the 
rest of the tapes were played. 

The third tape was my match, if you can call it that, against Gundy 
yesterday. All the shame came flooding back to my mind as I watched her 
play with my outclassed body. The tape added a new depth to my shame as 
I watched her dominate me. The experience of being manhandled by a young 
girl was one thing, but to actually see it was quite another. I found 
myself closing my eyes a few times through the more embarrassing parts, 
but I could still hear her voice. I really couldn't comprehend the 
feelings I felt as I watched. She was so beautiful, but yet her body was 
far stronger than mine. I was the man, but she was in control. I was far 
older, but I had to obey her every command. I felt so ashamed, but yet 
it was thrilling all at the same time. 

Helga finally lost it during the kiss of submission. I found myself on 
my knees and was performing the same service for Helga as Gundy was 
making me do on the screen. I wasn't able to watch the rest of the tape. 
I was too involved in making Helga a happy woman once again. It wasn't 
very long till she was in the throws of a delirious orgasm. She locked 
my head between her thighs and buried my head in her bush, with one of 
her hands, as she bucked and heaved with delight. My neck and head were 
thrown about like a bobber bobbing up and down in rough water.  

Finally, she came and all her muscles tensed even more and then relaxed. 
Afterwards, I still found my head right next to her wet bush and her 
legs were still gently wrapped around my neck. I knew she could snap my 
neck like a twig if she wanted too. Slowly, she came back to her senses 
and started to play with my hair. She looked down at me, smiled, and 
said, "Won't you be a good little boy and clean me up." I did as I was 
told. I had been through this before. 

After a twenty minute delay, we watched the last tape. Helga still had a 
nice afterglow and she hugged me close while we watched. My head was 
resting on her shoulder with her huge breasts just inches away. The last 
tape was more domination than anything else. The little German guy was 
far too weak to offer Eva any resistance.  She was far rougher with him 
than she had been with me. Some of the situations were familiar, but he 
encountered far more pain than I had done. I was thanking my lucky stars 
as I watched. Later, he did get a couple of pony rides and I watched 
this part with envy. I knew Eva's pony rides would be something I 
wouldn't forget. 

Sometime during the tape, I had moved over to Helga's breast and was 
licking and kissing it while I watched. With my right hand I fondled the 
other giant teat. Helga played with my hair and smiled contentedly while 
she watched as well. 

All the girls liked to end their tapes with a bang. In this tape, the 
man was forced to suffer a terrible indignity. Eva stood tall, proud, 
and naked before the little man while he lay at her feet. While he 
stared up at her, Eva grabbed the back of his head, bent down slightly, 
and opened her pussy lips with the fingers of her free hand. Even though 
I had been through so much this week, what she did next shocked and 
embarrassed me. She brought his mouth right over her cunt and she 
started to pee. At the same time he was ordered to open his mouth and 
drink every drop. The camera zoomed in for a close up as she emptied her 
bladder in his mouth. I could see the unbelievable shame on his face as 
he was forced to drink every drop. Afterwards, he cleaned her with his 
tongue. The final shot showed him performing his task. The camera panned 
from his face to Eva's face. She was smiling contentedly with her eyes 
closed as the camera went to black. 

The last few minutes of the tape made Helga horny again. She grabbed my 
head with one hand, forced me to look at her, and smiled as the tape 
ended. I was hoping the tape hadn't given her any ideas. What happened 
next was a little rough for my body. I found myself on the carpet with 
her big body on top of mine. She must have weighed close to two hundred 
and twenty five pounds and she was smothering me with her bulk. For the 
next twenty minutes we made rough love. Rough for me, but enjoyable for 
her. I knew I was going to be sore in the morning if I survived. 

Somehow, I got through the experience. It was the only time all day 
Helga had been rough with me. I'm sure she thought the sex compensated. 
I have to admit she may have been right. At that moment, I must have 
looked like a wet dishrag after it's been squeezed. I think she felt 
pity on me after that. I was carried to my room and allowed to rest for 
the rest of the night. Helga laid me on the bed, kissed my forehead, and 
whispered, "Good night precious." She winked and left the room. 

I had enough energy left to take a shower before I collapsed back into 
bed. Before I fell into a fitful sleep, I laid in bed and heard every 
noise in the house. I wasn't afraid of ghosts or goblins, but rather 
that Gundy or Eva would open the door and spirit me off to their room. I 
wasn't sure my mind or body could take anymore right now. I worried over 
this for some time and I actually looked at the door knob once or twice. 
Then the last thing I remember was seeing beautiful green eyes in my 
minds eye. I smiled and fell fast asleep.