My Swedish Vacation By Valerafon Chapter 9 - Jungle women and Amazons Update: 16/04/1998 to valerafon Chapter 9 Jungle women and Amazons Inga awoke from a deep and contented sleep. She stretched and could feel that Jim was still clinging tightly to her leg. She laughed to herself as she thought, tenacious little devil. She glanced at the alarm and it was 6:30 in the morning. An hour before breakfast and the loss of her prize. Still time enough for some morning delight and a bubble bath she thought. I awoke to cold air hitting my body. I felt my body being maneuvered as I slowly climbed back to consciousness. What was happening? Where am I? All at the same time, my mind realized where I was and the new position I found myself in. Inga had maneuvered me so that she had her legs scissored around my waist and both my arms were pinned to my sides. It's a strange feeling to wake up and find yourself engulfed in female flesh and helpless. I said it's strange but not unpleasant. Inga stared down at me with a broad grin on her face and sang out, "Good morning sleepy head!" For some reason, I tried to move my arms. What a joke! "MORNING, WRESTLING QUEEN!" I shouted back. Inga tilted her head and gave out with a loud laugh. My greeting had obviously pleased her. I had found out early it was far better for me to stay on the good side of these young women. "I like that," she replied and then started to squeeze me a little tighter. I was being toyed with again. "Try and get out." I looked at her smiling face and said, "You know I can't. Your way to strong." She looked at me for a second or two and said more forcefully, "Try!" I looked back with a pitiful expression on my face, but then I sprang into action. I was hoping to catch her off guard. "Ummmmpf!" I yelled as I tried to pry my arms loose. I think I did catch her off guard, but it didn't matter. She only needed a small fraction of her strength to keep me captive. She watched me fascinated till my strength played out, if you could call it that. Then she informed me, "There's nothing like having a weak little man squirming, between my strong thighs, to make me hornier than hell." Inga watched me with a broad smile as she powered down on my helpless body. In a matter of seconds, I was reduced to a catatonic state. Then for some reason she let up and I found myself being maneuvered again. I found myself between her legs as she sang out, 'Time for some morning delight!" I responded as best I could, but she wanted immediate gratification. She turned me over and sat on my waist and started to fondle PJ. He responded in a matter of seconds and then she positioned herself over him and engulfed his entire length. He was happy and so was I. The morning delight was delightful. After five minutes in heaven, I found myself back on earth and in her arms again. She was sitting on the side of the bed and I was sitting on her lap with my legs straddling her waist. We kissed and hugged for a few minutes and then she told me to hold on tight as she got up. I hate to admit it, but this is one of my favorite ways to be carried by the girls. I felt so helpless and safe all at the same time. Inga walked into the bathroom, turned on the water, and put a half a box of bath salts in the tub. All while she effortlessly carried me in her arms. Before we moved back into her bedroom she ordered, "Kiss me!" I gladly followed her command. Next, she picked out some clothes for herself and found another pair of purple bikini briefs for me. I wondered if she had her mother order them for her by the gross. Before we went to soak in the tub, she commanded again, "Kiss me!" I followed orders just like before. It just wasn't wise to disobey a wrestling queen. Twenty minutes later we were both ready to head downstairs to breakfast. I was beginning to look forward to my six hours of rest before whatever they had planed for me today occurred. Before we walked hand in hand down to breakfast, Inga ordered once more, "Kiss me!" I was glad to oblige. -------------------------------- I did not have my own place at the table today. I sat on Inga's lap. I guess she wanted to take advantage of every second that I was still her property. In the last week, I had gotten somewhat used being fed. The most difficult thing was drinking while somebody else held the cup. I had to admit it sure beat the high chair. Everyone was present for breakfast. The first thing Helga informed me about was that my car was fixed and parked on the side of the house. It seems they had to send away for the part and the garage was sorry it took so long. Of course, it really didn't matter. I didn't have car privileges. What did surprise me was that Helga paid for the bill. She said it was her pleasure. I told her I could give it to the rental company, but she said it was her decision, and she didn't want to hear any more about it. I didn't' press it. I hadn't won an argument with these women since I got here and I didn't believe I ever would. I had no better luck finding out about today's festivities then I did at supper yesterday. Helga and Eva seemed especially happy about keeping me in the dark. I wouldn't have been so nervous, but I knew the first skit was with Eva. At least we wouldn't be alone. I remembered Brome was out of the house this afternoon. I sure wished Brome was going to be there. Helga mentioned my special clothing again for the first skit. Eva looked surprised and exclaimed, "I forgot them upstairs. I'll give them to Jimmy when we go up." Brome immediately looked up from her plate. Before she could say anything Helga told Eva, "Remember my daughter......Jim's morning is free today." "I know, mom." she answered ernestly enough. But then added with sarcasm, "Jim's safe with me." I didn't believe her. Did anyone else? I looked at Brome. There was more emotion on her face than usual. I wondered what she was thinking about. Inga was in a very good mood for breakfast. I thought about this morning, and knew I liked that Inga a lot better than the Inga of last night. I tried to avoid looking at Eva. I dreaded the fact that I might be alone with her after breakfast. I tried not to think about that. Gundy was still telling everyone that I belonged to her. I wasn't sure I wanted to be alone with her either. Helga was unusually quiet today. I caught her looking at each of her daughters for long periods of time. Finally, I asked Helga when I would be allowed to leave on Monday. I was told I could leave right after breakfast. I remembered the departure time. That was perfect timing. I could drive the two hours to Stockholm, drop the rental off, and still have an hour before my flight. I thought about the future with mixed emotions. I looked forward to my time with Brome, but I also looked forward to going home. With concern, I wondered what the future held for me. I looked around the table once more just before the group finished dining. I wondered if I would ever see these lovely women again after this week. I wasn't sure I wanted too. -------------------------------- After breakfast, Eva came around to my side of the table. Brome had already headed for the stairs, but looked back, and then decided to continue on. Inga got up still carrying me in her arms. I instinctively put my arms around Inga. I liked Eva, I wasn't sure why I was afraid of her. Maybe, it was all the remarks with there double meanings or that wicked smile and those predatory eyes of hers. Those eyes made me shake like a rabbit. "I'll take him, Inga." "He's free now, Eva." "I know. I'm just going to take him up and give him the clothes he's supposed to wear for the first skit." Inga pondered while Eva reached out for my body. I wondered why even Inga felt caution. "I guess it's OK." She handed me over. I was shaking. Eva positioned me on her hip and stared right into my eyes. I felt that moment of hopelessness again, but I couldn't remove my eyes from her gaze. I felt just like a rabbit staring at a wolf. In that moment, I lost all hope. She responded with a knowing smile and then she was off. Eva carried me up to her room and walked in. My heart sank when she closed the door behind us. "Eva looked at me and commented, "It's been awhile since we've been alone. Did you miss me, Weakling?" She hadn't forgot her pet name for me. I lied I answered, "Yes." She laughed heartily. "Tell me. Do you love me or fear me?" "I like you, Eva," I answered truthfully. I paused for a second and then added, "But maybe, I'm a little nervous around you." Eva laughed again. "That's one of the reasons I like you. Your the most honest man I ever met." Before I could answer her, there was a knock on the door. It was Brome, and Eva bid her to enter. "Eva, we have to talk," Brome said with a serious look on her face. Eva and Brome looked at each other for a few seconds then Eva walked over to her bed and put me down. She picked up a shirt, some pants, and a toy rifle from the bed and handed them to me. She gestured for me to leave and swatted my butt to get me moving while she said, "Run a long little one. Grown-ups are going to talk now." I literally ran out the door and didn't stop to look at either woman. I ran down the hall and went right into my room and closed the door. I noticed my heart was pounding. I went over to the chair in the corner of my room, collapsed in it, and stared out the window as I thought about two pair of green eyes. One pair beautiful and enchanting. The other pair predatory and foreboding. Eva closed the door behind Jim and turned towards her sister. "Well, what do you want?" "You know what I want," Brome answered sarcastically. "Are you telling me you want to marry the smuck?" Eva questioned. "Maybe, what do you want him for? To use him up in a couple of months and then discard him." "Maybe, I want to marry him too," Eva answered more softly. Brome gave her sister a startled look. Brome recovered and said forcefully, "Maybe, we should let Jim decide?" "He's just a man. This is too important to let a man decide," Eva shot back. Brome almost laughed at that remark. She shook her head in disgust and replied, "What do you have in mind? Do you want to fight for him?" "That's not a bad idea," Eva retorted and turned her back on her sister. Brome's thought a second then her features softened and her voice became calm. "Eva, We've always been close. Do we want this problem to come between us?" "Eva turned to face her sister and said angrily, "Dammit! I want him too. And don't give me that he's not suitable for me bull shit!" Both women were quiet for a second then Brome said in a very calm voice, "I think he's the kindest nicest man I've ever met. I've never felt like this about a man before. I guess I do want him and I will protect him." Eva remained quiet as Brome walked out the door and closed it. Eva stared at the closed door for a second and then said out loud, "I want him too! dear sister. And I won't stop till I get him." I fell asleep in the chair. When I woke up it was 11:30. I couldn't believe I had fallen asleep for over three hours. My body must have really been exhausted. I remained in the chair for a few more minutes thinking about the girls and other things. I had time to take a quick shower, shave, and to generally make myself presentable for lunch. I looked forward to lunch. I was going to wear some of my own clothes. Not the hunters outfit Eva had given me. I would still have an hour to myself after lunch and I could change into the safari gear afterwards. I was interested in seeing what kind of remarks my attire would get at lunch. I had a small plan. It was my first one in days. I realized that and laughed to myself. It was a weak little laugh. The last few days were a blur. I didn't even think about plans in that time. I just tried to survive. The girls had really eroded my resolve. Nothing a few months rest in intensive care wouldn't cure. I got up and felt stiff all over. The girls had really worked over my body this week. I hoped today's activities wouldn't be too taxing. I wanted to recover for Brome. As I walked to the bathroom down the hall, I was happy to see the door was left unlocked. Maybe, the girls thought I had been fully trained. Maybe, they were right. It didn't occur to me till later that I might have been able to sneak away. Lunch was very quiet. Just the opposite of breakfast. Brome wasn't there and Eva wasn't her usual self. She was uncharacteristically quiet. Gundy was the first to notice my attire. "Do you want me to take him upstairs and change him, mom?" she inquired. "No dear, He has time to change after lunch. This is his free time." I was glad to hear that. Gundy was not. As I started in on the vegetables, Helga did add one remark. "If he isn't dressed when you get him at two, dear. Then you have my permission to change him." I looked up to see Gundy leering at me. I looked over at Helga and she was tittering from her funny. I resolved to change as soon as I got back to the room. I thought I would be taking some shots from Eva, but she remained quiet through lunch. From time to time, I could feel her staring at me when she thought my concentration was else where. It was like she was figuring out something in her mind when she stared. It gave me the creeps. Gundy told me that she already tried on her circus uniform. She informed me I would look darling in mine. I wished they'd use more macho descriptions when describing my appearance, but I wasn't sure the word macho was in the Swedish vocabulary. I doubted if Hercules would look macho to them. Near the end of lunch, Helga started to ask me a lot of questions about New York. What to wear in August. That was next month I remembered. What sites were worth seeing? Was it expensive and How much money should a woman take who had two teenage daughters and was expecting to be there for two weeks? What kind of women my father liked? The questions went on and on. Inga and Gundy picked up on the idea of going to New York right away and were really excited for the rest of lunch. Even Eva managed a few barbs after that. I started to get a sinking feeling in the bottom of my stomach. I wondered if I should schedule all of August for business trips. After lunch, I walked up under my own power to my room. It was a good feeling to walk up stairs using ones own legs. I hadn't done it too often this week. I noticed Eva disappeared before I climbed the steps. That made me happy. When I got to my room, I immediately put on my hunter's uniform. I wasn't going to take any chances with Gundy. I had said enough oaths for awhile and kissed enough pussy. I was able to look at the uniform more closely in the mirror after I put it on. The hunter's uniform resembled something you might see in a Tarzan movie. What? No hat I thought. The wardrobe department was going to here about this. At five minutes till two, Gundy came strolling in. She didn't knock like usual. I thought I'd let her slide this time. She was wearing a circus uniform. Something a trapeze artist might wear. Only it was far more revealing then normal just like all the props the girls wore for the camcorder. When she saw me, she looked disappointed. "I was hoping I would have to dress you," she stated. Gundy looked me up and down, giggled, and then added, "I like dressing you and playing with that cute little body of yours." "I'm a big boy," I replied. She laughed, picked me up, and placed me on her hip. Before she left, she picked up my toy gun from the bed and said, "Here's your little gun......BIG BOY!" Then she kissed me on the cheek and walked with me downstairs towards the playroom. When we entered the playroom, I could see Helga had positioned the lights near some scenery. Scenery? Where the hell did they get scenery? There was a few bushes and trees clumped together on some of the mats. It looked alike a jungle scene. It was going to be another epic I thought. I noticed Eva for the first time after Gundy put me down. She was limbering up in one corner of the room. She looked magnificent! She was doing back flips. I tried to focus as she flipped. It wasn't easy. My head kept bobbing up and down like when the girls came out as The Swedish Bikini Team. Finally, she came to a halt and smiled at me. I swallowed hard like usual. She had a costume on that made her look like Sheena Queen of the Jungle, only skimpier. That was pretty hard because I remember seeing the movie Sheena and her costume was pretty skimpy too. Eva did some front flips and landed right in front of me. "Well, is the big white hunter ready to encounter Sheena," she said and did a muscle pose. "Not really," I answered timidly. She laughed and put her hand around my shoulder and led me into the jungle. The girls even had some ropes hanging down from the ceiling. I figured out they were supposed to be vines. That made me look up. Much of the rigging that had been neatly stowed during my tour was now unfolded and functional. I saw trapezes, and even a high wire. That froze my blood. I didn't want to think about a hire wire. I shook my head as I stared in awe. These women were better equipped then some studios. The director (Helga) started the story immediately. I didn't have many lines to worry about. The movie was mostly action, I was told. I was to walk very slowly and look around. Eva would swing down from a vine. I was supposed to leave the rest up to her. I knew what that meant. Helga did tell me to fight back as best I could. It would make the movie look more real. I followed orders and slowly started to walk. I heard this jungle cry. It was really good. Tarzan would have been proud. She swung down in front of me and exclaimed, "Me Sheena, Who you?" I was instructed to lift my gun at this point to appear like I was going to fire at her. Eva did the rest. She disarmed me and we started to wrestle. It was a joke of course. I would have stood a better chance against the real Tarzan. She put me in a number of completely unbreakable holds. The camera clicked and clicked and the camcorder ate up tape. None of the holds were to Helga's liking for a sketch though. Sometime during the first half hour of shooting, Eva took off all my clothes. It didn't even embarrass me. All the girls had seen me naked dozens of times. Finally, Eva got me in a hold Helga liked. It was very similar to the hold Inga put on me this morning. Eva had her legs scissored around my waist and my hands were trapped at my sides like this morning. This time however, Eva had her upper body braced on her hands adding leverage to the hold. If she had been using full power I wouldn't have been among the living for long. It hurt like hell as it was. Eva was trying to add realism to the shot. She had her ankles crossed and she looked like she was really powering down on the hold. I really don't think she was trying to hurt me. I just don't think she knows how powerful her legs are. I was screaming in agony. She eased her inner thigh muscles when she realized I was in distress. She told me she was barely squeezing. I couldn't imagine what her full power must be like. Helga took twenty minutes like usual to finish the sketch. I now knew what it must feel like to be trapped in the clutches of a boa constrictor. The next position Helga liked as well. Eva was sitting still trapping my waist in a scissors. One of her arms was braced behind her and her legs were outstretched and off the floor. She was holding the back of my head with one hand burying my face in her boobs. For some reason, this sketch seemed to go faster. During my imprisonment in boob heaven, Eva whispered into my ear. "I have bigger breasts than Brome, and my legs are stronger." I didn't answer. My mouth was busy at the time. I wasn't sure if what she was saying was true, but even if it was. What's the difference between the speed of light and the speed of light plus one? Not very much I thought. My poor body probably couldn't tell the difference anyway. Not that it really mattered. I preferred Brome and that was that. Not that what I thought mattered either. During the sketch, she delighted in distracting me with other provocative statements such as, "You will be mine," or "I'm going to own that cute little body of yours," or "After your properly trained, you'll forget all about Brome." I would have been more worried if I wasn't so busy at the time. "Your going to be so well trained that when I snap my fingers your little pecker will come right to attention." I didn't think the last statement she whispered was possible. After the sketch was completed, for the next half hour, Eva bent my body like a pretzel. Inga and Gundy would offer their insight on some holds they thought would look great for the camera. The holds did make me look completely helpless. I wish they would have minded their own business. Helga sketched one of the suggestions. I was laying on my stomach. My legs were bent back and crossed at the ankles. My hands were bent back and crossed at the wrist. Eva was bent slightly and had her right foot on the intersection of my wrists mashing them down into my back. She held my legs secured with one hand while she did a muscle pose with her free arm. I had to turn towards Helga and show anguish and humiliation. That was easy to do. The last part of the flick was going to show Sheena carrying off her subjugated new toy to her lair. This posed some problems for the girls. They couldn't decide if they wanted me tied to give the illusion of even more helplessness on my part or if Eva should do straight lifting. Eva solved that problem. She came up with a great lift. She held on to the rope with her left hand and she had me secured with her right arm. I was hanging down limply by her hip while her right arm snaked around my waist and supported my entire weight. Helga loved the sketch. I couldn't believe Eva could hold me that way for twenty minutes and hang on to the rope with her other hand supporting both our weights. Finally, the epic ended with Eva staring out at the distant horizon. She created this effect by holding her right hand flat over her eyes. I was draped over her shoulders facing up. She held my right arm and right leg together by grabbing my wrist and ankle at the same time with one hand. Just like in all the Tarzan movies, the great white hunter had lost again. I was given twenty minutes to rest, use the facilities, and change for the next show. I needed every minute. During my absence, the girls spread a safety net out under the rigging. The two trapezes were lowered so they were just about ten feet off the ground. The whole setup still scared the hell out of me. Inga was the catcher. I wondered what they expected me to do. I found out soon enough. My worst fears were realized. It took a couple of misses with me falling into the net, but they actually transferred me to each other feet to hands. The transfer of Gundy to Inga by Eva was very well done. Then Gundy blew my mind. She actually did a somersault on her next turn and Inga caught her. I'm not sure why I was surprised. I knew these girls weren't your every day run of the mill teens. One scene Helga sketched was of Eva holding me by one leg as I dangled face down. I got a little dizzy swaying back and forth. Afterwards, I wasn't too happy when she let me fall into the net when the sketch was done. I almost told her so. There was a little break while the trapezes were moved out of the way and the high wire was brought down. The last scene was the worst for my fear of height and my fear of death. I found myself on Inga's shoulders while she walked out onto the high wire. The wire was about ten feet up over the net and my head was a few feet higher. She easily negotiated the wire with me on her shoulders. She moved both forwards and backwards. I closed my eyes as I wondered if there was anything that she couldn't do. I doubted it. Unfortunately for me, Helga wanted a sketch. I was sort of expecting that. I was allowed to keep my eyes closed through out the whole ordeal. This almost made it bearable. Finally, the afternoons festivities ended. Helga was sketched out and she ran out of tape for the camcorder. I wondered if that would cancel tonight's show. Of course, it didn't, she had more tape in her room. She would have made a good supply sergeant in world war two I thought. I wasn't allowed to walk to my room. Gundy said she brought me down so that gave her the right to take me back up. I didn't argue with her. I was a little tired and didn't mind the lift. She threw me onto my bed and told me dinner was in a half hour. I wondered who cooked it. I found out at dinner Brome had returned from her errands at three and cooked the meal. The roast duck was fabulous. It wasn't even that greasy. I looked at Eva and thought I would probably be cooking the meals if we ever got married, but I was certain that would never happen. Helga had an announcement that brightened my spirits. She informed me that for our last supper together, we would all be going out to dinner to a nice restaurant in town and that she was buying. I thanked her. I knew not to argue about buying. The news of the restaurant and knowing I was Brome's tomorrow almost made me giddy with anticipation for tomorrow. I made a pig of myself. I ate two helpings of duck. After dinner, I was invited into the parlor. I didn't have to go right upstairs. I was beginning to feel more like a member of the family than a prisoner. I'm sure Helga had it planned that way. She didn't have to worry about me. I wasn't going to tell anyone about this week. For one thing, I didn't think anyone would believe me and I really did like the whole family, as crazy as that may sound. Maybe, them being five of the most gorgeous women on the face of the planet had something to do with it. -------------------------------- When we were done in the parlor, Gundy just placed me on her hip, once again, and took off for my room. I guess she was my own personal taxi for the day. I found my clothes, for my first skit, laying on the bed. She insisted on dressing me when she saw the clothes. I found out later she planned it that way. She was going to dress me one way or another today. I just made her happy when I complained. She twisted my arm behind my back and snaked her right arm around my neck at the same time. For some reason, I saw her point of view after that. Before she let me go, she bent my head towards hers with her free hand and laid a long and passionate kiss on my lips. She bent me to her will and gave me pleasure all at the same time. It was a trademark of the family. It was the first chapter in man-breaking 101 written by Helga and her very dominant daughters. After the kiss, She stripped me and played with my body. I wasn't sure if she thought of me as a big doll or a human being. In either case my feeble muscles could offer her no resistance. Before she dressed me, she smiled and said, "I know you'll like this." She put her foot on a chair and laid me astride her big naked left thigh and began to move her thigh up and down. I couldn't help but get excited. Gundy knew how to push my buttons. "Did you miss me," she asked in a husky sexy voice. "Yesss!" I answered. I was enjoying myself too much to chance having her stop. She giggled and continued to talk in a soft sexy voice. "Giddy-up cowboy.....giddy- up." I looked down and saw her big beautiful thigh bouncing me up and down. I closed my eyes and gave in to the sensations. "I know lots and lots of pony rides. Are you going to come and visit me again?" I opened my eyes and smiled at her then answered, "Yessss!" She giggled and increased the tempo of her leg. My dick was as hard as a rock. My mind knew where my body was. My naked body was on all that female flesh and her big leg was controlling me. The thought made my heart race even faster. "Giddy-up cowboy!" she sang this time in a little girls voice and then she giggled. My mind added the fact to the equation that a very young girl was controlling me. Easily bending me to her will and giving me pleasure. My mind and body were reaching the edge. I was taken higher and higher. I heard her soft sexy voice as she kept saying, "Giddy- up...giddy-up." My mind thought as I bounced........her big sexy thigh......she is controlling me........that sexy voice of hers........she's so young......and yet she's in control. My mind exploded in a shower of sparks as my body exploded in a shower of cum. I shot my cum all over her leg. It was one of the best orgasms I had this week. She picked me up and held me under the arms. My feet were dangling a foot off the floor again. My body slumped in her arms as I was momentarily spent. "Bad-boy! I should tan your hide but good, messing up mommy's leg." As she held me up high over her head, I stared into her eyes. She was so young. As she looked up at me her mood inexplicably changed again. "I'm going to give that body of yours lots and lots of pleasure and tan your hide when you need it, Mr. I own you don't I?" Then she lifted my body up and down to emphasize her point. "All I said was, "Yes." At that moment, I knew I couldn't resist any of the girls. They could easily bend me to their wills. I was no more than a puppet on a string for their amusement and pleasure. Why did I love it so? Gundy cleaned her leg then dressed me scolding me the whole time. Thankfully, I didn't get a spanking. During her verbal assault, I noticed my new clothes for the first time. I could tell my costume was something a farmer might wear resplendent with plaid shirt and overalls complete with suspenders. I thought I looked just like one of the Swedish farmers I saw in the fields as I drove. I wondered how this could possibly fit into a movie. I didn't come up with a possible answer. I didn't have too much time to dwell on it. Gundy picked me up and placed me at that familiar place on her hip and carried me to the playroom. I could never have imagined what was in store for me if I had guessed earlier. This time the stage was open and there were a few chairs in front of it. Eva yelled to Gundy when she saw us come in, "Bring him over Gundy so we can get him strapped up." It only took me a few seconds to realize what they were going to do. My mind was in shock. They still could shock me. I didn't think it was possible after this week. I just sat passively on the stage as Eva and Gundy harnessed me up and fastened the straps. They were making me into a giant puppet. I thought it was fitting. Eva ascended the platform above the stage and Gundy handed up the straps attached the wooden controls. Then Gundy raced up the stairs as well. It was going to take two of them to control the motions of my arms and legs. Helga was sitting in the chair and preparing to use the camcorder. "Just relax, Jim. Let the girls do everything. You don't have to do a thing." I stared back out at Brome, Helga, and Inga. How could they ever respect me I wondered. "Why don't you practice with him girls till you get the knack. Then I'll start filming," Helga yelled to her two daughters above the stage. Almost immediately, I felt my arms and legs come to life and I started to move. Only my mind wasn't controlling them. I was jerked up and I momentarily left the ground. Then first one arm made an exaggerated gesture then the other one did. My legs started to do a little jig. It most have took the girls ten minutes, but slowly they started to refine my movements. My weight like usual was nothing to them. They got me to do a little dance complete with arm gestures. I could here how excited the girls were above me and the watching women started to clap. Finally, they got the little dance good enough to tape. I found my body completely controlled and moving to the manipulations of two women above my head. I felt like my body didn't even belong to me anymore. I looked up and I could see that they were moving me easily with just the strength in their hands as they guided the wooden controls. "Don't look up, Jim," Helga scolded. For the next twenty minutes, they moved my body all over the stage. I couldn't believe how good they had become in manipulating my arms and legs in such a short time. The women made their puppet perform for them for almost forty five minutes. Helga called for a rest and she sketched me while the girls rested up top. All they did was hold my body motionless for the sketch. During the break Gundy came up with an idea. It was sheer genius. I had to pretend I was singing and Gundy threw her voice and sang for me. All the women went wild, even Brome. It was all recorded on tape. The last part of the show had each girl on stage with me. They all wanted pictures for their albums. Gundy couldn't resist bringing up a chair and having me sit on her lap. The girls up top made it look like I was dancing on her thigh before her turn ended. The last scene had Inga next to me and I sang to her or rather Gundy threw her voice. The skit ended after a song and dance number. Inga bent me over and gave me a long passionate kiss. Her puppet was happy. I was allowed to rest for a half hour while the girls prepared the playroom for the next show. I had to put on the hunters outfit again. When I stepped out of the bathroom all the girls were dressed up like Amazons. Extremely good looking ones at that. I thought this would be much like the jungle skit this afternoon, but with four overpowering women not one. The girls clothes could have been taken from the prop department of the TV series Xena, Warrior Princess. For this evenings entertainment, jewelry was part of the ensemble as well. All the girls were wearing necklaces and bracelets. It added to the look and appeared to go quite well with the skimpy clothing they wore. I wondered if Marna had a jewelry shop that sold a lot of serpent bracelets. I wasn't an expert on Amazons, but I thought their detailing was excellent. I guess when your an Amazon yourself you know about such things. I was wrong about the skit though. They had a fairly elaborate script planned out. I didn't have to do much, the girls would do all the work. At the start they had me crawling on the mats like I was trying to flee and avoid someone. Inga saw me and pounced. My gun was history in seconds. She put me in a full nelson then stood up lifting me off the ground. My feet dangled next to hers as she held me effortlessly in that hold. Helga stopped the action. She had an idea. She was going to sketch the lower halves of our bodies. She wanted to emphasize how a males feet dangled next to a beautiful woman's legs while she obviously was in control. It would make the viewer wonder how she was controlling him she said proudly. The sketch only took fifteen minutes. The action was picked up where Helga stopped it. The other girls appeared with a large pole. I was tied to it hand and feet and Brome and Eva picked up an end and placed the pole on their shoulders. Of course, Helga had to sketch this too. As my body dangled helplessly from the pole, I knew I would be sore tonight. Finally, the sketch was complete. The girls then exited stage right to give the appearance that they were taking me to their camp. The next scene started with me dangling from one of the hooks on the nearby wall. I remembered the tour I received during the first day. I had finally discovered the use for the hooks. The girls had fitted me with a harness so it was easy to hang me. I didn't think you could buy it at K-mart. My feet must have been dangling two feet off the ground. As I dangled, Eva came in. She was playing the part of the queen. Eva played her part well. I think she could have a career in the movies if she wanted too. She spoke for the cameras. "You are very weak!......man-thing. Too weak to fight one of my warriors. You will fight for your life with the youngest member of my tribe." That sounded like Gundy again. She entered the scene and the girls had fixed her up to appear very young, double pony tails, no make up, the whole bit. "My name is Glorianna," she announced, "I am ten." Nice name I thought. She almost did look ten. Eva then lifted me off the hook and held me up. "Come Glorianna. You will fight in front of the tribe." The next scene had Inga, Brome, and Eva sitting around in a make shift circle with Glorianna I mean Gundy and I in the middle. I was stripped naked for the fight. Eva gave a signal for the one sided fight to begin. I was surprised. I was still on my feet after five seconds, but that didn't last for long. The match went just as the wrestling match had gone a couple of days ago. Helga stopped and sketched a few of the more humiliating holds Gundy put me in. Gundy added commentary just like before. She continually mentioned that she was only ten. I almost said something. I wanted to set the record straight. I was getting smeared by a fifteen year old girl not a girl of ten. During one of the breaks for sketches, Gundy told me she had a cousin who was really ten. She thought she could kick my ass with ease. I didn't believe it, but I did keep that thought to myself. The movie was building to a climax. First, she wrestled me to exhaustion. As I laid helpless on the ground, Gundy laid her big body on mine. She had my wrists held securely and my arms were crossed at my forehead. While she easily held me like this, she planted a big wet kiss on my lips. I actually struggled, but that got me nowhere. While she continued to kiss my lips, she darted her tongue in and out of my mouth and then began to probe deeply into it. I felt like my mouth was being raped. That must have had some significance in the scene. Helga wanted to sketch the scene and Helga always got what she wanted. For the whole twenty minutes Gundy ravaged my helpless mouth. It wasn't a bad way to lose I thought. The death scene actually hurt. Gundy maneuvered me into a head scissors. Her thighs were clamped round my neck and her body was mostly off the ground braced by her arms for added leverage. She could have easily killed me if she wanted too. I was glad she liked me. In spite of the fact that she was putting on almost no pressure, the hold was for effect for the cameras, I still felt myself losing consciousness. My mind thought they were taking realism to far. "Wait!" Brome yelled and rose. So did the queen. "I want this one." "Why? He is weak. He is of no consequence." "He will make a good slave. I need one," Brome answered. In my half conscious state, I wasn't sure if this was real or part of the movie. "You owe me a boon, I will collect it now," Brome added. "Take him! He is of no value." I thought I was. I felt myself being released and then lifted. Brome had me in a bear hug. My arms imprisoned at my sides and my feet like usual off the ground. We were face-to-face and I could smell her perfume as I stared deeply into those green eyes. "Come, you will cook for me, clean for me, and other things." I hoped this was real and not part of the movie. She then kissed me and walked off with me. Helga put the camcorder down and clapped. The epic was over. Before I was released, and we walked back to the girls, Brome stared into my eyes and asked, "Do you want to really be mine?" "Yessssss!" I answered. She smiled and then we kissed once again. "Hey! The movies over," yelled Eva and she came running over. Brome broke the kiss and put me down. My feet were pretty unsteady. That was some kiss! It was already 11:00PM. Time had really gone by in a blur. I was invited into the sauna before bed. Seeing the girls naked was inviting, but I remembered the last time and balked. "What's the matter? Not man enough to take the heat?" Eva taunted. I took the bait. It was as hot as the last time. The result was exactly the same. This time Inga and Gundy helped me out of the sauna and right into the cold cold shower. They laughed sadistically as they held my body helplessly in the spray. It was like being electrocuted, the sensations running through my body like a current. I wanted to die, but I couldn't. The girls laughed and laughed. I thought they had a mean streak that ran fairly deep. My private taxi service carried me upstairs as usual and threw me onto the bed. I bounced and fell on the floor. "Whoops! Sorry! Try and get some sleep big guy," Gundy stated and then turned and walked out. As I pulled my sore body onto the bed I smiled and remembered, tomorrow was my last day and it was with Brome. I made it! I used the bathroom facilities, jumped into bed, and was in a deep sleep in no time. I dreamt about Brome and those green eyes.