My Swedish Vacation
By Valerafon
Jim meets Eva's girlfriend and the Brombergs arrive in New York. 


Chapter 11   New York City 

I awoke to laughter. Who the hell was laughing? Where was I? It took me 
a few seconds to realize where I was and everything slowly came back 
into focus. I was on a Concorde bound for Kennedy International. I heard 
laughter again and spotted the culprits. It was a man and woman drinking 
Champaign a couple of rows in front of me. It looked like they were 
thoroughly enjoying first class and each others company. 

I glanced over at Eva, she had her eyes closed and appeared to be 
dozing. I looked down and saw that she still had firm hold of my wrist 
with her right hand. I fought back an urge to try and sneak away. Even 
if I could extricate myself from her grasp, Where would I go? I settled 
back once again and thought about the last twenty four hours. 

I remembered I was one happy camper just last night. I had survived the 
ordeal at the Bromberg mansion and was about to return to my life back 
in New York. It had become clear to my delight, that Brome was going to 
be a major part of my life. The prospects of a relationship, with that 
tall Swedish bombshell, had me tingling with anticipation. Then the 
worst thing happened when I least expected it. 

I felt the fear and anxiety return as I played back last night in my 
mind. Sometime during the night, Eva had silently crept into my room, 
knocked me out, and kidnapped me. The next thing I remembered, we were 
in car heading for Stockholm. I was bound and gagged and stuffed into 
the front seat of the car as she drove. As I daydreamed about the 
events, I realized Eva had thought of everything. She had booked us on 
an earlier flight to America, so it would be too late for the rest of 
the family to rescue me when they discovered I was missing. She even 
remembered my passport, had gassed the car up sometime before our hasty 
departure, and I even awoke discovering that I had been dressed in one 
of my better business suits. 

Yes, Eva had thought of everything, I reminded myself in disgust. I 
tried to stay calm as my thoughts returned to the present. I thought 
about my captor. What were her plans for me? Should I try and resist? I 
was a little bit ashamed I had not yet tried to escape. 

My thoughts wandered to a different subject, one more pleasing. I 
wondered what Brome was doing at the moment. Would she try to rescue 
me?..I sure hoped so. I glanced over at Eva once more. She looked like 
an angel while she slept, but I knew her true dominant nature. I tried 
to remain optimistic, but my future looked bleak. I had only one hope 
and that was a promise that Eva had made. She promised she would 
eventually let me go once we were in New York. 

That promise had kept me pretty much in line during our excursion 
through the airport. She never let go of that grip she had on my wrist, 
with the only exception being, when I walked through the metal detector. 
She followed me right through and quickly reapplied the wrist lock. I 
didn't even have time to entertain the notion of escape. 

As I remembered that scene while I half dozed on the plane, I had this 
vision of me taking off as soon as I went through the metal detector. It 
would have been a hilarious sight to onlookers, I imagined, with me 
running down the concourse and her running after me with her high heels 
clicking. I knew it would have been  embarrassing for me, a full grown 
man, running from a woman..even more so when she caught me. For some 
reason, I didn't think I could outrun her. I felt, with conviction, that 
she would have caught me. My daydream got much worse after that. I could 
visualize her pulling down my pants and giving me a spanking in front of 
everyone. After that particularly nasty day dream, I was glad I hadn't 
even tried to escape yet. I knew she was fully capable of doing exactly 
what I had just envisioned. 

My thoughts slowly wondered back to reality. Even though I had tried 
very hard to act natural at the airport, I still remembered many people 
staring at us as we went by. Eva walked very fast with long powerful 
strides and with a proud haughty expression on her lovely face. I was 
dragged along and almost had to run to keep up with her. I must have 
looked like a kid trying to keep up with his mother, not a full grown 
man and captain of industry. 

I remembered, once more, with some embarrassment that I had not tried to 
pry my arm free at any time during my bondage, but I knew that would be 
a futile gesture on my part. Eva had shown on many occasions where the 
power resided, and it wasn't in my tooth pick arms. 

The more I thought about her promise of freedom, the less I thought she 
was going to set me free. But I knew I was returning to work tomorrow. 
My father would miss me immediately if I didn't contact him or show up. 
That thought gave me hope. She couldn't control me while I was at work 
and it would be the opportunity I needed to extricate myself from her 
grasp. I didn't think she had a solution to that problem. I felt myself 
smiling as I dozed again. Maybe, Eva hadn't thought of everything. 

I heard the flight attendant approach. She was making her way down the 
aisle talking to every passenger asking if they would like refreshments 
or a libation, one last time, before we landed. I glanced at my watch, 
we would be landing very soon. I shook my head and chuckled, Eva must 
have put the watch on my wrist when she dressed me. She had even thought 
of that minute detail. Her thoroughness made me uneasy as I waited for 
the flight attendant to approach. I couldn't help but worry, once more, 
about my uncertain future. 

In a few minutes the flight attendant finally reached our seats. She was 
a tall striking brunet. I estimated she had to be half a head taller 
than me. Why, I wondered, was every woman that I met lately built like 
an Amazon? The attendant bent over and asked in a whisper if I wanted 
anything. I could tell she was trying not to wake Eva. As she bent over, 
I got a whiff of her perfume, it made my head spin. I glanced at her 
name tag. Her name was Mandy. 

I was about to say something, and order a stiff one, but before I could 
order, I heard Eva say, "We'll have two martinis please." 
 I glanced over at Eva and she appeared fully awake. So she really 
hadn't been sleeping. Mandy was back with the martinis in a minute or 
two. I could tell, by her amused expression, that she had noticed Eva's 
grip on my wrist. Her interested appraisal made me uncomfortable. I 
hoped she wasn't inquisitive by nature. 

"Are you two engaged? You've been holding hands throughout the flight," 
she inquired as she passed the martinis. 
 
Eva took her drink with her left hand, never letting go of the grip she 
had on my wrist with her right hand. 

Eva replied again before I could think of an answer. 

"He belongs to me," she said in a very even tone, and then sipped her 
martini. 

The attendant's eyebrows raised and she gave Eva an enigmatic look, 
smiled, and then she turned her gaze to me. I felt myself blushing and 
lowered my head. 

Before she left she said in an amused tone to Eva, "He is just the 
cutest little thing." 

And then she patted my cheek. 
 
I glanced at Eva, she had a broad grin on her face. I kept quiet and 
endured in silence. 

Mandy turned to leave, but paused a second as she contemplated 
something, and turned back to address Eva. 

"I belong to an organization you may be interested in. It's called 
W.I.C.."  

She produced a card and handed it to Eva as she talked. 

Eva looked at it a second and smiled. 

I'm already a member," Eva sang out, "Swedish chapter." 

What the hell was W.I.C. I wondered? 
 
The attendant smiled and said happily, "I should have known." 

She looked at me again and asked, "Is he fully trained?" 

"Not yet! He still has a lot of spirit!" 

They both laughed and exchanged knowing glances. What they did next, I 
found very peculiar. Eva let go of my wrist for a second as the two 
women rubbed their thumbs together. As they did, they exclaimed, "Women 
Rule!" I had no idea what was going on. 

Before Mandy left she asked Eva one final question, "Are you going to 
the convention next week?" 

Eva glanced at me and replied, "I wouldn't miss it for the world. As a 
matter of fact, we'll both be there." 

The look on her face and the tone of her voice sounded ominous to me. 
What were they talking about, I wondered? 

"I'm running one of the booths," Mandy said, "be sure and drop by." 

Eva put the card in her purse and nodded to Mandy smiling the whole 
time. 

Mandy's smile became very broad as she added, "I'll be over in infant 
wear. My name is Mandy Everheart. My name is on the card." 
 
Eva nodded once again. 

Then Mandy turned towards me and smiled that knowing smile of her's one 
last time and was gone. 

Infant wear? What kid of convention was this? Things were getting more 
confusing by the minute. 

Eva was quiet the rest of the flight.. I didn't mind. It gave me a 
chance to think and to plan. I had already forgot about Mandy and the 
convention by the time the "Fasten your seat belt" sign went on. We only 
had to circle an hour before we got permission to land. It must have 
been a slow day at Kennedy. 

For some reason, I felt energized as we landed. Maybe, it was those 
familiar green eyes I had on my mind. In any case, for the first time in 
the last twenty four hours, I felt optimistic. 

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We took a cab straight to Eva's apartment. It turns out that Eva and 
Brome maintained living quarters in New York. I guess when your super 
models money doesn't matter all that much. Eva still held my wrist 
securely in her powerful right hand right up until the moment we walked 
through her apartment door. She held my wrist firmly even through 
customs. I'll never forget the custom inspectors face. He was so amused, 
he barely checked our luggage. 

Eva and Brome's apartment was huge, three bedrooms, and was just off the 
park. I had a pretty good idea what a place like this cost and it made 
me wonder, once again, just what a super model made in a year. I knew 
their salaries had to dwarf mine. 

I was still looking the place over when Eva walked up and gave me the 
bad news. Like usual, I never saw it coming. 

"Jim, I want you to call your dad and ask for the rest of this week off 
and next week as well." 

I looked at her a little dumbfounded. That was the last thing I expected 
her to say. 

"He'll never agree to that Eva. You don't know my dad." 

"Nonsense, You haven't had a vacation in four years till last week 

You have the time coming. Your very important to the company. He 
wouldn't deny another employee under those circumstances and he won't 
deny his son either." 

Thoughts about the call and my father receded into the background, for a 
moment, as I wondered why Eva wanted me to get more time off. What was 
she planning? I had to find out. 

"I thought you were going to let me go, Eva...You promised." 

She smiled that wicked smile of hers and replied, "I am, but I'll be in 
New York for quite awhile. I want to spend as much time with you as I 
possibly can." 

Her expression softened and she added, "I was hoping you'd give me a 
chance. If you still prefer Brome after we spend some time together, 
then you don't have to see me again...ever!" 

I considered her statement. Maybe, it was a chance to get rid of her 
forever. 
 
"Do you promise to let me go back to Brome if I decide to choose her?" 

She had an angelic look on her face as she crossed her heart and said 
very sweetly, "Scouts honor." 

I thought for a few seconds all the while appraising her. Finally, I 
asked, "Where's the phone?" 

I used the one in her bedroom. I was surprised and happy that she didn't 
follow me inside. I paused for just a second, took a deep breath, and 
then began to dial my dad's number. 

Eva didn't follow Jim into her bedroom. She had other things on her 
mind. She knew Jim didn't have a dishonest bone in his body. He would 
make the call as he said he would. Eva went over to a desk in the 
hallway, pulled out some stationary, and started to write her sister a 
letter. She didn't have to mail it. Eva knew Brome would be reading it 
very shortly in any event. 

Back in Eva's room, I was astonished how easy the call had gone. I 
couldn't believe my dad gave me the extra time off. He hardly even 
yelled. He didn't even ask why I needed it. I was glad about that, I had 
never lied to him before. Why had I always thought of him as if he was 
some kind of a tyrant, he certainly wasn't one. Maybe, it was the fact 
that he always seemed to be right and I always seemed to be wrong when 
we disagreed. I felt a deep sadness as I thought how much time I had 
wasted, not getting closer to him, when mom died. I regretted not 
spending more time with him like a father and son, instead of just an 
employee of the firm. 

Meanwhile, Eva wrote her letter while Jim was calling his dad. After she 
was finished, Eva put her pen down and reread the letter: 

Dear Sister, 

I know you will be reading this letter on Wednesday at the very latest. 
Do not try to find us, you won't be successful. I do not wish for this 
escapade to cause a permanent problem between us. Jim and I will be back 
next week. I will contact you at that time and will arrange a meeting so 
you can see Jim. I love him too. This will give us the time we need to 
see if he loves me. Next week, he can freely choose either you or myself 
with both of us present. I will abide by his choice. Will you? 

I still love you very much. Please find it in your heart to forgive your 
sister. 

Love.Eva 


Eva read the letter carefully once more, then sealed it in an envelope, 
and put it on Brome's pillow where she would be sure to find it. Her 
plan was coming together nicely she thought. Tomorrow morning she would 
take Jim to Marcy's and then to the cabin. After that, Jim would be hers 
and only hers. She truly hoped Brome could accept that, but in any case 
the die had been cast. 

I was deep in thought as Eva walked into the room. I was sitting on the 
bed staring straight ahead. I didn't even look up when she entered. 
 
"Did you get the time off?" she asked in an even tone. 

"Yes," was all I said. I didn't even look at her. I couldn't at the 
moment. 

She sat on the bed next to me, grabbed my wrist, and half guided half 
dragged me to a standing position just in front of her. 

"That's very good," she said and then started to take off my clothes. 

I stared at the wall in front of me and didn't try to resist. 

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Early in the afternoon on Tuesday, I found myself heading uptown with 
Eva. We were going to her girlfriend Marcy's apartment. I knew we 
wouldn't be coming back to Eva's apartment any time soon. I was sure 
that would be the first place Brome would look for us. Would we be 
staying with Marcy for awhile? All I had were a lot of questions and 
very few answers. 

As we arrived at Marcy's apartment, I couldn't help but wonder about 
her. Eva and I hadn't talked much about Marcy. In fact, Eva and I had 
done very little talking over the last day. I couldn't help but wonder 
if Marcy was another Amazon. Eva did tell me she lived with her 
boyfriend, Bill Stewart. He played semi pro ball and was 6'2'' and 
weighed 220 pounds. I thought it strange that Eva would give me his 
statistics. I didn't like the smile on her face while she gave me that 
information. Was she making fun of my size or something else? I couldn't 
imagine Marcy pushing him around like the Bromberg women did with me. 
The thought of being dominated by Eva made me very nervous. I didn't 
want to be embarrassed in public. It was bad enough in private. The best 
I could hope for was that Eva would go easy on me while we were 
visiting. 

When we arrived, Marcy was the only one who greeted us. She was a 
stunning red head. I thought she could easily be a model herself. Marcy 
walked over and smiled down at me. She was taller than me, but only by 
three or four inches, and much smaller than Eva. I could tell she was 
solidly built. Her T-shirt and shorts could not hide that fact from me. 
She had to workout often with that impressive physique of hers. I 
estimated her weight in the 170 to 180 range. Marcy literally beamed 
with joy when she saw me and exclaimed, "So this is your latest heart 
throb! He's simply adorable." 

What happened next shouldn't have surprised me, but it did. Marcy walked 
up to me and placed her hands under my armpits and lifted me a good six 
inches off the ground. She hefted me up and down testing my weight. 
 
"God! He's as light as a feather! She exclaimed. 

She looked at Eva and asked jokingly, "Are you sure your not going to 
squash him in bed?" 

Eva laughed and replied a little more seriously, "He's tougher than he 
looks!" 

For some reason, I didn't feel very tough at the moment. 

Marcy's gaze returned to me as she held me suspended in mid air. She 
lifted me a little higher as her eyes appraised my frame. Then she gave 
Eva a wink and added, "I just may steal him away from you." 
 
Eva laughed as Marcy set me down. She walked over to Eva and they 
embraced. I could tell by their embrace they were really close. 

We all sat on the sofa for a few minutes and exchanged pleasantries. I 
quickly found out that Marcy was a personal trainer and also entered 
three or four fitness competitions every year. I wasn't surprised when 
she showed me her trophy's and ribbons. I noticed several karate and 
kick boxing trophies as well. It turns out she is a third degree black 
belt in Tae Kwon Do and also has a black belt in Chinese kick boxing. 
The more I heard the more I realized she was one very formidable Amazon. 
As I appraised her while listening to her words, I couldn't help but 
wonder how she would fair in a fight against Eva. 

 Finally the conversation got around to me and Bill. 

"And where's your little fella?" Eva inquired. 

"Oh, he's making the refreshments. I'll call him in!" Marcy said 
nonchalantly. 

Eva called him little fella? And he was making the refreshments? I 
started to get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. 

Marcy walked over to a table and picked up a little bell. She looked at 
Eva with a mischievous grin  on her face and said playfully, "Watch 
this!" She shook the bell a few times. She did not shake it hard and it 
barely chimed. 

In a flash, Bill came busting through the door. I was not prepared for 
his attire. He had on a skimpy French maids uniform complete with a hat 
and high heel shoes. He was also wearing nylons. I noticed he sported an 
impressive shiner on his right eye, and his face was puffy and swollen. 

Bill came running over to Marcy, bowed his head, knelt before her, and 
asked, "Yes, mistress you called?" 

Marcy giggled and rubbed her hand on the back of his neck as she turned 
to Eva to introduce Bill to her and me. 
 
"Eva, this is my slave Bill," she said proudly. 

This powerful looking man had been reduced to a slave? 

Eva walked over to Bill and grabbed his wrist. He rose to face her after 
she gave him a gentle tug. Even though Bill was well over six feet, Eva 
was almost a head taller with the aid of the high heels she was wearing. 
I remembered her telling me she always wore four inch heels in public. 
 
She looked at Marcy and asked, "May I." 

Marcy nodded her approval. 

Then Eva picked Bill up just like Marcy had done to me. She raised him 
till her arms were completely extended and his feet were dangling by her 
knees. Bill kept his head and eyes lowered respectfully. 

"Oh my! He is solidly built," Eva exclaimed, "And those muscles of his." 

"Yes!" Marcy replied proudly, "His muscles are quite well developed. 
He's very strong, but of course, not as strong as we are." 

Eva lowered him to eye level and commanded, 'Give me a little kiss, 
honey!" 

Bill looked at Marcy and she nodded her approval. 

Eva moved him closer and kissed him on the lips, all the while, still 
holding him suspended in the air. 

Noticing his face and the prominent shiner Eva asked him, "Is the big 
bad woman hurting baby cakes?" 

Bill hung his head and Marcy answered, "You know I like to conquer them 
before I take their little bodies. 

"Awwww! Eva said in a soothing little voice as she brought him closer 
and planted another kiss on his lips. 

"Your not hurting the little darling..are you?" Eva inquired in a sad 
voice to Marcy. 

"Naw, He's pretty tough for a man. That's why I like him so much." 
 
Marcy paused and then added, "Besides, the little dear passes out long 
before I could really hurt him." 

Then Marcy's voice changed and she said seriously, "He knows what will 
happen if he fights one iota below his ability." 

Eva's gaze turned back to Bill and she raised him again till her arms 
were fully extended once more. 

"You better do everything your mistress says, honey," Eva told him. 

He looked down at her and said very sincerely, "I do! And then he added 
in an almost reverent tone, "I try very hard!" 

Eva looked over at Marcy and told her proudly, "You've done a fine job 
of training him, Marc! I hope my little fella is half as well behaved 
when he's properly trained." 

I listened in disbelief at the conversation. I was going to be made into 
a slave. I looked at Bill's muscular body as he was held effortlessly in 
mid air by Eva's powerful arms. What chance did I have of avoiding his 
fate? 

Eva continued to hold Bill aloft as she introduced him to me, "Bill, I'd 
like you to meet my little fella..His name is Jim. He belongs to me body 
and soul." 

Bill looked over and said "Hi!" in a cheery voice. 

"Glad to meet you," I answered back. 

After the introductions, Marcy gave me a lustful look and asked Eva, 
"Since your here for only one night, want to trade slaves?...Just for 
the night." 

We're only spending the night? Where were we going I wondered? What did 
Eva have planned for me? I remembered my earlier notion, that Eva had 
thought of everything. Did she really have everything under control? I 
was beginning to realize my situation may be far worse than I ever could 
have possibly imagined. 

"Knowing your very forceful nature, you won't hurt him, will you?" Eva 
asked as she set Bill back on his feet. 

"Of course not. We can have a boy-girl tag team wrestling match before 
we retire. That should take care of the conquering part." 

As she said this, Marcy looked at me and smiled. 
 
I swallowed very hard. 

Eva laughed, leered at Bill, and replied, "That sounds like fun!" 

It didn't sound like fun to me. 

The four of us went out shopping for the rest of the afternoon. Eva used 
my credit cards. I didn't complain. What choice did I have? Bill was 
allowed to change into guy clothes for the excursion, but he was 
required to wear a small jeweled collar. He didn't seem to be the least 
bit embarrassed about it. He ignored or didn't care about the looks he 
got. I was starting to realize just how well trained he really was. 

The girls took us to a plush uptown restaurant for dinner. I hadn't been 
there before. Everyone seemed to know the girls. It most of been one of 
their hangouts. I did notice there seemed to be an overabundance of 
extremely tall well built women at the restaurant. They all waved or 
came over to our table. Their dates didn't talk much and kept their 
heads lowered. As we were introduced to Eva and Marcy's friends, I felt 
more like a piece of merchandise than a man, as the women pawed and 
inspected us. I was beginning to lose all hope of release as the night 
went on. I resolved to escape somehow. I had no plan, but I knew I had 
to try and soon or it might be too late. 

We got back to the apartment about ten. I guess the girls didn't trust 
me because Marcy locked the door after we entered. Bill and I went into 
one room to change while Eva and Marcy did the same. Bill didn't have 
any trunks that fit me so I had to fight in my shorts. When we were 
ready, Bill escorted me into the "Play Room" as Bill called it. Marcy 
had set up one of the bedrooms as a gym. There was equipment everywhere, 
but one corner of the room was just covered with mats. 

We didn't have to wait long for the girls to make their entrance. They 
were unbelievably beautiful in their micro thong bikinis. I looked at 
Bill and he shrugged. We didn't have to voice the question that we both 
had at the same time. We knew what the other was thinking. How we were 
going to concentrate on the match with the girls dressed like that? 
Almost as soon as they entered, the girls went into muscle poses or 
mashed their thumbs in the palms of their hands. I think they were 
trying to intimidate us. I thought they didn't have to bother. All I had 
to do is look at their superbly muscled physiques and I was thoroughly 
intimidated. Besides, I had been through this many times before and so 
apparently had Bill. We both knew what the outcome of the match would 
be. 

First, the girls wanted to limber up. I couldn't help but stare in 
sexual distraction as they stretched their muscles and limbered up their 
bodies. Maybe, I should have focused in on their steely muscles and 
powerful frames. That may have given me a better mind set, but all I 
could see was their beautiful faces, man enticing body parts, and sexy 
allure. Men were too easily distracted I thought. Women had a different 
mindset. It gave them a natural advantage, in combat, against a man. I 
chucked.at least the good looking ones had an advantage I thought. 

I glanced over at Bill, he was limbering up as well. I tried to 
concentrate on my own exercises, but the girls bodies were damn 
distracting. Every time I'd glance over, one of the girls would be in a 
very sexy position. Men had such strange opposing conflicts I mused. I 
knew shortly my mind would feel deep humiliation once more and my body 
would have to endure great pain. Why did I still have an uncontrollable 
urge to tangle my limbs with theirs and grapple with those superior 
female bodies? For some reason my mind only remembered the pleasure and 
blocked out the deep shame and great pain I had been often made to 
endure. All at once, I knew why this frustrated and irritated me so. I 
saw it as a flaw in man. 

Before we started, Marcy introduced both teams like it was some main 
event in a arena or on TV. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen, in the far corner wearing black trunks and silly 
white underwear, the challengers, with a combined weight of 350 pounds, 
Jim and Bill  "The Manhattan Wimps." 

We both raised our arms and acknowledged Marcy's introduction and felt 
totally ridiculous. 

"And in the opposite corner, with a combined weight of 390 well 
distributed pounds, Eva and Marcy  "The Amazon Assassins." 
 
Both girls raised their hands together in a pre victory pose and then 
made threatening gestures our way. 

I can't speak for Bill, but their demeanor had me intimidated. 

I let Bill start the match. I was glad he offered. Marcy saw Bill come 
out first and she looked at Eva and asked, "What meat do you want?" 

Eva pointed to Bill and Marcy gave her a gesture with the hand to have 
at him. 

As Eva sauntered out, Marcy yelled, "No body slams, Eva. The neighbors 
downstairs complain when I do that to Bill." 

They circled each other warily for a second and Bill lunged for her 
legs. They were a whirlwind of action for a few moments before Bill 
ended up trapped between Eva's powerful legs. She immediately powered 
down with her meaty thighs and brought a groan from Bill's lips in a 
matter of seconds. I looked over at Marcy and she was shaking her head 
in disgust. 

"Come on Bill! Try harder!" she yelled, "don't embarrass me in front of 
my girlfriend." 

Marcy's taunts brought a new wave of exertion on Bills part. I could see 
how he feared Marcy even though he had more immediate concerns between 
Eva's well muscled thighs. Every time he tried to pry her legs from 
around his waist, Eva powered down even more. Bill was starting to turn 
red and his groans of pain got louder. Eva had Bill completely helpless 
and barely two minutes had gone by. I tried to reach Bill's hand for a 
tag, but Eva kept him just out of reach. She even made it a game, 
keeping him just out of reach as she tortured his ribs. Marcy continued 
to demean his efforts from the other sideline. 

Finally Eva taunted, "This is too easy and let up on her squeeze." 

She repositioned Bill so that she was sitting upright while her 
encircling legs tortured his sides. She grabbed his face and exclaimed, 
"Give me a kiss, honey, and big bad Eva will let you go." 

He kissed her and she held his mouth forcibly to her lips as she powered 
down with her thighs. He struggled but couldn't move an inch as she 
simultaneously gave him both pleasure and pain. Finally, Eva let him go 
and he crawled over close enough to tag my hand. Eva casually stretched 
for a few seconds, got up, and tagged Marcy's hand 

I cautiously walked forward into the fray and glanced back at Bill for 
just a second, he was trying to crawl over to the side of the mat out of 
harms way. He was making very slow progress. I turned back and prepared 
to take my lumps. 

For some reason I wanted to attack. Maybe, I wanted to impress Marcy 
even in defeat. I lowered my shoulder and charged right for her 
midsection. She stood her ground and I couldn't detect her  bracing even 
slightly against my charge. I bounced off her like a rubber ball bounces 
off a brick wall. I staggered backwards and lost my balance falling to 
the floor. She did not follow up her advantage. As I stared up at her I 
heard her say, "You got to be kidding! Want to try again?" 

I staggered to my feet, but really didn't want to try again. I could 
hear Eva giggling in the background. I had an urge to tag out, but Bill 
was still flat on his stomach on the mat. He didn't look like an option 
at the moment. Marcy put out her hands like she wanted to try a test of 
strength. I couldn't think of anything else to do so I locked fingers 
with her. What a mistake! I was on my knees in seconds in great pain. 

Marcy turned to Eva and said in a casual tone,  "He tries, but he's not 
very bright." 

Eva laughed and offered, "He has other attributes I like..if you know 
what I mean. 

Both girls laughed. 

Eva turned back to me and said softly, "Down you go, honey." 

In the next few seconds, I was forced on my back. Marcy continued the 
move till my hands were pinned to the mat and she rested comfortably on 
my shoulders. She then repositioned my hands till she pinned them with 
her knees, this freed up her hands for other things. 

I was completely immobilized, hadn't fared much better than Bill, and 
Marcy didn't seem like she was exerting herself at all. She was 
controlling me in such a carefree sexy way my mind started to spin like 
a top. As soon as she had her hands free she did a slow sexy yawn and 
ran her hands through her hair like she didn't have a care in the world. 
I guess she didn't, I hadn't been much of a problem so far. Her 
nonchalance embarrassed me more and fired me up and I started to 
struggle in earnest, with no effect. Her weight was controlling and 
immovable. 

She road me expertly not even seeming to notice my struggles. She must 
have sat on my shoulders for five minutes. Her and Eva were having a 
conversation as I attempted to extricate myself from her crushing 
behind. I struggled for a long time with no effect. Finally, Marcy 
returned her full attention to me and tweaked my nose and patted my 
cheek as she spoke in a girlish voice, "Easy tough guy, you don't want 
to make me mad now...do you?" 

I stopped struggling, looked up at her with what must have been a very 
pitiful expression on my face, but didn't answer. 

"Good boy! she sang out as she tweaked my nose again. 

Eva must have been getting a little impatient because she exclaimed, 
"Hey Marc! Let me have some fun!" 

Marcy yawned and played with her hair again, but told Eva, "Oh! All 
right." 

She slowly got to her feet and grabbed a handful of my hair and forced 
me to follow her. She walked swaying her butt in a very sexy fashion, 
all the while, controlling me with the grip she had on my hair. She 
sauntered over to Eva and with cool indifference, like she was totally 
bored with the match and my wrestling ability, casually tagged Eva. 

Eva immediately grabbed my neck, from behind, in a very forceful grip. 
She turned my head towards hers and said, "Jimmy, we'll have lots of 
time to play, but I want to have some fun with Billy, so go on over and 
tag him." She patted my butt and pushed me towards Bill. I could see he 
had completely recovered and was waiting for my tag. I was very glad to 
oblige. 

For the next ten minutes, Eva threw Bill all over the mats. A title of a 
Clint Eastwood movie for some reason came to mind. You know the 
one."Every which way but loose." That's what Eva did to poor Bill. I 
have to give him credit, he really tried, but he was totally outgunned. 
Every time his energy waned, Marcy would hit him with a derogatory 
comment about his fighting ability, and then Bill would find some new 
reserve of energy, but it didn't matter in the slightest. I got the 
feeling Bill was more than a little afraid of Marcy and completely under 
her spell. 

Like Marcy, it didn't even seem as if Eva was trying. As I watched the 
shameful slaughter, it felt like my energy was being sucked right out of 
me. It's hard to describe my feelings as I watched. I observed the fight 
with embarrassment and shame, but at the same time, I didn't feel anger. 
Rather I was in complete awe of both women, and I still felt horny as 
hell as Eva sexily destroyed Bill. I felt myself losing control and 
changing somehow deep inside of me. Was I becoming addicted to female 
dominance? I thought sadly that the girls had completely brought chaos 
to a man's mind that had once prided himself on its orderly nature. I 
felt lower than I ever felt before, and that was some accomplishment. I 
really feared the girls, and Eva in particular. At that moment, I think 
I would have followed any order she gave. Had Eva already won? 

I shook off the feeling and did a very stupid thing. I rushed forward 
and jumped on Eva's back while she had Bill in a full Nelson. I must 
have seemed like a very minor distraction to her. She reached around her 
body and grabbed hold of my head with her right arm and easily flipped 
me over her shoulder. I landed with a loud THUD on the mat. My 
interference did have one positive development. It broke the full nelson 
Eva had on Bill. Unfortunately, Bill was too groggy to make a move. 
Before I could recover, Eva quickly moved mine and Bills bodies, and 
faced them in opposite directions, so that she could place both of our 
heads simultaneously in a head scissors. In a matter of seconds, both 
Bill and I were screaming our surrenders. 

I could hear Marcy laughing from the sidelines. She jokingly commented, 
"Boy! You two pantywaists have really gone and done it now!" 

Bill and I continued to beg and Eva continued to squeeze. 

"Pleeeeaassssse! Let let us go!" we pleaded. 

"Stoooopp! We givvvve!" we begged. 

"No surrendering till Marcy or I say so." Eva replied. 

She squeezed even harder after her comment. 
 
I was beginning to lose consciousness and stopped begging. My whole 
world became her crushing thighs and I could barely speak. 
 
Bill's cries and moans were lessening as well. 

I heard Eva laugh and power down even harder with her muscular thighs. I 
felt them turn to granite as we moaned our surrender. Unexpectedly, she 
let up on the pressure just before we passed out. She motioned Marcy 
over, and both girls grabbed a guy and continued to work us over without 
mercy. The next ten minutes were a blur as the girls put us into many 
humiliating holds and positions. Neither Bill or I could offer much 
resistance at this point. 

Finally, Eva grabbed Bill's arm and dragged his inert body off to the 
side, leaving me on the mat with Marcy. She just stood next to me, 
looking sexy as usual and very disinterested, giving me time to recover. 
I looked up at her, from the floor, as she motioned with her finger for 
me to come and get some more. I half groaned and half moaned and shook 
my head no. She gave a look like a pout and motioned with her finger 
again. I closed my eyes and groaned, but found my body moving, with some 
difficulty, to her command. I stood on wobbly feet and faced her. She 
looked as fresh as if the match had just started. I groaned again and 
she responded by giggling. 

"Finish him off!" I heard Eva reply. 
 
I looked over at her and she was sitting on Bill's stomach, with her 
hand on her chin, watching Marcy and I. 
 
Bill was sprawled out on the mat looking totally spent and lifeless. 

"Ready for some more, sweet cheeks!" Marcy taunted. 

I didn't answer, but rather went into a wrestlers crouch with a 
determined look on my face. 
 
I think I surprised her more than I surprised myself. Her smile left her 
face and she got serious for a moment. 
 
Marcy imitated my crouch ready to wrestle, but before we engaged, she 
shook her head in disgust and said to Eva, "I can't fight this shrimp 
even- steven. I'll kill him." 

She turned her back towards me and held her hands, behind her, in a 
nonchalant manner. 

Then talking to me she said, "Put me in any hold you like, Jim. Maybe, 
that will make it a little more even." 

I didn't mind the advantage, I welcomed it. I told her to lay on her 
back as I wobbled over to her. When she did so, I sat on her shoulders 
pinning her arms down. I added a final touch by pinning her wrists to 
the floor with my hands. 

I heard Eva telling Marcy, "Hmmmm! I think he's got you Marc. I told you 
he was tough." 

Marcy giggled. 

I could hear the mocking tenor of Eva's voice, but for some reason, I 
was really determined this time. I held Marcy down with all the force I 
could muster. 

In the next instant, Marcy made her move. She was trying to force her 
hands and body up off the mat, but for some reason I was still on top. I 
couldn't believe it. 
 
"He's soooo strong! I think I'm in real trouble!" Marcy exclaimed. 

I heard Eva laughing in the background. 

There was a few moments of silence as I powered down with all my might 
and held her at bay. 
 
Then Marcy yelled, "NOT!" 

Almost in the same instant, I went flying over her head with my body 
doing a somersault in mid air. I landed on the mats with a load SMACK! 
The next thing I knew my face was full of bikini bottom. 

"His face makes a good seat," Marcy explained to Eva as she wiggled her 
butt in my face. 

"I know!" Eva said, "I know!" 

Marcy wiggled her butt in a very sexy way, all the while cutting off my 
air. In a matter of seconds she drained me of the very little oxygen I 
had and my remaining energy. She stood quickly and removed her top and 
bottom and repositioned herself so that my face was buried right in her 
snatch. I didn't have time to react in my catatonic state. For the next 
few minutes she massaged my face with her pussy. I could hear her start 
to moan with pleasure. I tried to resist but I wasn't making much 
progress. She ordered me to stick out my tongue and start licking. I did 
as I was told. I was hoping my compliance would bring her pleasure and 
an end to the one sided match. 

My talented tongue did exactly that. It seemed to be my only muscle that 
had an effect on the girls. With the exception of PJ of course. 

"Mmmmm! He has talent," Marcy exclaimed. 

"I think his tongues longer than his dick," Eva shot back. 

Both girls laughed heartily at that remark. 

I could hear Bill start to moan again. I couldn't see him, but I was 
pretty sure Eva was working him over as well. 

"I think I'm going to take this tough guy to my bedroom," Marcy shouted, 
"but first.." 

In a flash she had me in a sleeper hold. 

"I like to make sure my prey knows he's been totally defeated." 

I struggled, but I knew it was hopeless. I looked over at Eva and she 
was watching with a smile on her face as she held Bills head in her 
naked muff. He was obviously doing for her what I had just been doing 
for Marcy. 

I started to feel the blackness enter my mind and I panicked as I tried 
to struggle and get free. Like always, it was a totally useless 
endeavor. 
 
Marcy bent close and whispered, "Don't struggle little one. It will make 
it worse. You can't get out. Just give in to it." 

I stopped resisting, listened, and instantly felt more at peace. 
 
"That's better!" she whispered to me in a soft sexy voice. 

Marcy's utterances became more distant even as I focused in on her 
melodic words. 

I felt peaceful darkness filling my mind. 

"Give in to it. You have no choice. Feel my strong female arms 
completely controlling you. Give in to sweet oblivion,"  her soft honey-
coated words decreed. 
 
I felt my body relax totally and give in to her voice and the power in 
her arms. I felt so at peace. I heard her voice moving even farther 
away. 

"Let Go," she commanded, "Let go!..Let Go!..Let Go!" 
 
That was the last words I heard trailing of in the distance as the 
darkness and peace overwhelmed me and...I gave in and let go. 

Marcy had a tremendous orgasm almost at the same instant Jim passed out. 
After a few minutes recovering from her euphoric state, she let him go 
from the hold and slowly got up. She threw Jim over her shoulder and 
paused for a second to talk to Eva before she retired to her room. 

"Wow! That's almost as good as sex!" she said to an amused Eva. 

Eva had Bill in almost the same state, as Jim, between her mighty 
thighs, but before he passed out she grabbed him by the hair and helped 
him slowly to his feet, and in the same motion, threw him over her 
shoulder as well. 

Eva looked at her friend and responded, "I guess I'm an old fashion 
girl. I like them awake when their pleasing me." 

Both girls laughed and went their separate ways carrying their booty to 
their rooms for the night. 

I awoke on Marcy's bed. My face was stuffed full of sexy girl parts. You 
know..the prime stuff. In the next few hours, I pleased her in so many 
ways I can't even remember them all. I'm not sure who was sorer at the 
end of the night, PJ or my tongue. I guess it was a tie. I was certain 
of one thing though. I had made Marcy one happy woman. I could tell by 
her  moans of pleasure and the loud screams she emitted. It must have 
been four in the morning before she put me in another sleeper hold and 
repeated her earlier performance. This time, I barely struggled as 
darkness engulfed me. I gave in to her totally one more time as her 
voice slowly trailed off into oblivion. As my mind melted, I thought it 
was even sweeter than the last time. 

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Brome opened the door and let the rest of the weary travelers inside. It 
was almost three in the morning and everyone but Gundy was tired. She 
was too excited to be tired. Gundy gave the place the once over, shook 
her head in appreciation, and said, "This is nice, Brome!" 
  
She glanced at Brome and added sarcastically, "And I worry about my big 
sisters when their traveling?...silly me!" 

Brome looked at her sister and smiled, then she was off, in a flash, 
with Eva's bedroom as her first destination. 

The other three women caught up with her as she was coming out of Eva's 
room. 
 
"They've been here!" Brome said excitedly. 

She pointed to Eva's room and said, "Gundy, you and Inga can have Eva's 
room. She has a really large bed." 

The two smiling girls nodded in tired appreciation and carried their 
luggage inside. 

Brome turned to her mom and said, "You can have my room. It's really 
nice." 

"Nonsense dear! I'll take the spare bedroom. You should be in your own 
room." 

Brome nodded her agreement. She was too angry, tired, and frustrated to 
argue. All she could think of, at the moment, was her sister Eva who was 
the cause of her agitated condition. 
 
She said, "Follow me," and escorted her mom to the spare bedroom. 

After they entered, Brome quickly gave the room a hurried inspection. 
 
"Helga watched her daughter with curiosity,  and asked, "Do you think 
they'll be back, dear?" 

"No, Eva's too smart for that. She knows I'd follow her to New York. She 
has this too well planned. She's probably staying at a friends 
apartment." 

Her mom nodded in agreement. 

Brome quickly put a piece of luggage on the bed and added, "I have a few 
possibilities I can check out. And I'm going to Jim's office as well. 
Just maybe, he'll show up there." 

Helga didn't think Eva would let Jim go to the office, but didn't voice 
her concerns to her daughter. She didn't want to upset Brome anymore 
than she was upset already. It was obvious to her that Eva had some 
grandiose  plan she was following. It was her nature Helga thought. What 
that plan entailed, she wasn't sure just yet. 

"Make yourself comfortable, mom. We'll talk in a few minutes," Brome 
said in a worried tone then quickly exited the room, and left her mother 
to her own thoughts. 

Brome hastily checked the remaining rooms. She wasn't sure what she was 
looking for, but she felt compelled to check. Finally, having no luck on 
her hunt she entered her own bedroom. She saw the envelope immediately 
and opened it with anticipation. She read it twice before she stared 
away and let it fall from her hand. It was a few more moments before she 
said out loud, "Damn you! Eva.." 

Her three tired daughters sat around her as she read the letter. 
Everyone was quiet as she read. Finally, Helga looked up and said sadly, 
"Do you think you can find her before she makes contact next week?" 

Brome shrugged and said angrily, "I don't know. Eva obviously has this 
all planned out, but I'm going to give it a try." 

Helga did not answer her daughter, she successfully fought back the urge 
to say next week may be too late. 
 
"Maybe, she's not as smart as she thinks she is, " Inga interjected. 

Brome smiled at Inga and said with resolute conviction, "I know my 
sister. I'll find him and ruin her plans." 

Brome's full attention went to her younger sisters who were staring 
intently at her. Brome's voice softened as she spoke to both of them, 
"No need for this to ruin your vacation. There's plenty to see and do in 
New York." 

Gundy smiled and answered, "I've already seen a lot of real cute short 
guys. It's almost like shopping." 

The other three women laughed. 

Inga looked at Gundy and said with a grin, "Sis, your too much!" 

Brome paused and considered thoughtfully for a few seconds before she 
sprung her surprise. 

"If you ladies are in the market for some men of small stature..I have 
an idea." 
 
Inga informed Brome, "Just me and Gundy...mom has her sights already set 
on someone." 

"Oh?" Brome said curiously. Her full attention riveted on her mother who 
looked a little embarrassed at Inga's remark. 

"Now Inga, don't start in on me. I just thought I'd like to meet Jim's 
dad is all." 

Inga smiled and said like she was absolutely certain, "She's sweet on 
him." 

"INGA!" her mom yelled. 

All the girls laughed. 

After the laughter died down Brome suggested in a casual tone of voice, 
"I'm going to Prescott Enterprises Thursday, mom. I would be very happy 
if you came along." 

Her mom looked at Brome who was giving her one of her unreadable looks. 
She glanced at Gundy and Inga who were smiling from ear to ear, and said 
casually herself, "Maybe, I'll just do that." 

Inga looked at her mom and said jokingly, "Say hi to my new dad for me." 

"INGA!" her mom yelled once again. 

All the girls laughed for a second time. 

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After a late breakfast, Brome had the notebook computer set up on the 
kitchen table and her mom and sisters were huddled around her as she 
opened the files. I've done some work on some clubs in the New York 
area." 

"Clubs?" Inga inquired. 

"Yes, there's several clubs organized and run by small men in New York 
City." 

"You mean they cluster in packs, " Gundy said in astonishment, "that 
should make it easy." 

All the women laughed once again. 

Brome hit some keys while she talked, "There's this one club that I've 
been checking into. They call themselves The Fifty Second Street CFMSS." 

"What's that?" Gundy inquired. 

"CFMSS stands for "Club for Men of Small Stature" . "That's a long name 
for such a short group,"  Inga interjected. 

Laughter filled the room. 

Brome stopped laughing and added, "There's eight in their club." 

This time Helga commented, "A nice even number." 
  
"We could put a few in our suitcases and take them back to Sweden with 
us," Gundy commented. 

"You'd never get them through customs." Inga said seriously. 

Everyone laughed once more. 

Brome gave both her sister's a strange look. Were they serious she 
wondered? 
 
Finally, she returned her gaze to the screen and continued, "Their all 
well to do business men," and Brome added with a smile, "the club is 
exclusive, men only, and you have to be 5'4'' or under to become a 
member." 

"This is unreal!" Inga interjected. 

"I wonder if their cute?" Gundy chimed in. 

"I can call up their pictures and statistics," Brome said as she hit a 
few more keys. 

"Ah! The wonders of the computer age,"  Helga said gleefully as the 
first picture appeared on the screen. 

All four women stared intently at the screen as Evander P. Honeycutt's 
picture materialized in front of their eyes. 

"He's cute!" Gundy stated excitedly to the group. 

Brome read his Bio and stats. 

"He's twenty five, owns his own company, stands an imposing 5'2'' tall, 
and he's the president of the club." 

"He's mine!" Inga shouted to the group. 

"No way! I like him too." Gundy shot back. 

Helga tried to keep peace, "Now girls there's plenty more to choose 
from. Brome, can you put up another picture?" 

"Sure mom!" She said as she punched a few more keys. 

In a few seconds an incredibly handsome man's face appeared. 
 
"This is Hiram Peabody, he owns his own waste disposal company  in New 
Jersey." 

Brome looked at her sisters and clarified further, "There's a lot of 
money to be made in waste disposal, especially in New York. He's 29 and 
is a cuddly 4'10'' tall. 

"I'll take him!" Gundy shouted. This time beating her sister to the 
punch. 

As everyone continued to stare at the diminutive man's picture, Inga 
inquired, "Where and when is their next meeting?" 

Brome hit a few more keys. 
 
"They meet, every Friday, at a hotel not too from here." 

"I think we have to pay them a visit," Gundy said to the group. 

Brome looked up, shrugged her shoulders, and replied, "Their club is for 
men only, and I don't think we meet their height requirements." 

"Well, we'll just have to change their requirements," Helga told her 
daughters. 

"Yahoo!" Gundy and Inga said excitedly as they smacked hands high above 
their heads. 

"I think these titans of industry need a good dose of the Brombergs," 
Gundy stated to everyone. 

"I think that can be arranged," Helga said with a smile. 

Hiram Peabody was having dinner at his favorite restaurant. He was the 
happiest he had ever been in his short life...no pun intended. As he 
took a sip of Champaign, he felt a strange wave of uncertainty and dread 
fill him to the very core of his being. He paused a second to get his 
emotions back under control and then he took another sip of Champaign as 
the moment passed and was quickly forgotten. 

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By mid morning on Wednesday, we were on the move again. Eva had borrowed 
Bill's car for the trip. Another one of those details she had handled 
flawlessly. Where was she taking me I wondered? I couldn't get a direct 
answer from her, but all I had to do is look out the window to see that 
we had left New York City far behind us. I saw a sign saying Albany 120 
miles. 

I looked at Eva and decided to try to get an answer once more. I asked 
very nicely, "Where are we going?" 

She glanced at me quickly, then evidently decided it was time to tell me 
some of her plans. 

"We're going to Marcy's cabin in the Adirondacks. It's near Caruga Lake. 
We should be there around dinner time." 

I gave her a puzzled look and asked, "Why?" 
 
She glanced at me again and said in a very matter of fact tone of voice, 
"We'll be alone. That's where your training will take place." 

It took me a few seconds for her words to sink in. She was going to try 
and bend me to her will like Marcy had done with Bill. 
 
I looked at her and said calmly, "It won't work. I love Brome." 

She glanced at me for a second time and all she said in return was, 
"We'll see." 

I didn't answer her. It knew it wouldn't have made any difference.  I 
turned and watched the scenery fly by the window and became lost in my 
own thoughts as the miles marched by...