My Swedish Vacation by Valerafon Jim is taken to the mountain cabin and the Brombergs join a club. Chapter 12 The Mountain Cabin We arrived at the lake a little before six. The cabin was just off the water in a quiet and secluded section with no other cabins in the vicinity. I thought with some alarm that Eva would have total privacy to execute her grand plan of bending me to her will and making me into her willing slave...just like Bill had become for Marcy. I had already resolved to try an escape or to defy her at every turn. My resolve was still high and if I needed a shot of determination all I had to do was think about Brome and those beautiful green eyes. Eva grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the car as soon as we came to a stop. She dragged me to the trunk where she grabbed a duffel bag and then proceeded into the cabin. I had no choice but to follow along as best I could. We went right into a bedroom and Eva produced a pair of handcuffs from the bag and cuffed me to the steel framework of the bed. "Is this necessary?" I asked. She gave me a severe scowl and answered, "Your training starts immediately." Before I could say anything else, she turned and walked out of the room. I waited for the next shoe to drop in silence. I didn't have long to wait. Eva brought the rest of the luggage into the room and quickly unpacked them putting the clothes in a closet or drawer. When she was done, she quickly moved to the next phase of her plan. I watched in fascination as she stripped and put on fresh apparel. She evidently had brought some special attire just for me. First, she put on a very minute lacy black bra and matching micro panties. Next, she added a garter belt and shear nylons. She slipped on a short skirt that buttoned up the front complete with a black belt that fastened around her waist. She only buttoned two of the buttons on the skirt which exposed most of her long sexy nylon encased thighs. I couldn't help but admire her body as she dressed, her clothes accented it perfectly. In spite of my negative feelings for Eva at the moment, I started to get turned on. I knew her provocative attire was supposed to do exactly that, and it was having the desired effect. It was getting hot in the room I thought. Finally, she added a shirt to her wardrobe. She didn't button the shirt, exposing her lacy black bra and perfectly formed boobs. Their was an iron cross hanging from one of her pockets and a black Nazi arm band on her right arm. I did a double take as I recognized her costume. I thought she was dressed just like a female prison guard might have been during World War 2. She slipped on some high heel pumps as well, and produced a riding crop from somewhere. As I looked at the whip with it's looped lash and it's short stock, my mouth got very dry. For the first time I realized just how serious Eva must be. To finish the look before she started my indoctrination, Eva fixed her hair in a bun. I thought it did not make her look more matronly. She was just too beautiful, young looking, and sexy for that. She gave me another scowl after her transformation was complete and slowly walked over. She unlocked the cuffs and grabbed my shirt in her fist. I found myself having to stand on my tip toes to keep contact with the ground. With her high heels on, the top of my head was just a few inches above her boobs and my eyes were even with those luscious globes. It was hard for me to keep my attention riveted to her face. I could tell she was enjoying my obvious confusion. "Well swine, Who do you belong too?" I looked up into those predatory eyes and swallowed hard, but I heard myself saying, "Brome!" "Wrong answer," she muttered between gritted teeth. She forced me to the floor and ordered me to stay there, then she quickly lowered my pants and shorts exposing my butt. In the next instant I heard her say, "Kiss my foot." This time I followed orders. "I'm going to spank you. If you remove your lips from my foot, we'll start over. Do you understand?" "Yes, I answered making sure to keep my lips on her foot. "Good! We'll start with three. Every time you disobey me, I'll add another." My butt was sticking up in the air making an inviting target for the crop. In the next moment, I felt intense pain. WHAP!..The first blow took my breath away. WHAP!..The second rendered me speechless. WHAP!..The third brought a tear to my eye. Thankfully, the beating was short and mercifully stopped before I lost the lip lock on her foot. I was thankful for that. She grabbed my shirt in her hand and yanked me up to my feet. My pants fell to my ankles as she held me up with her clenched fist. I stared into her face like a frightened rabbit. I could tell Eva enjoyed the fear and confusion she saw on my face. "Who do you belong to?" she asked once again. "Yyyou," I managed to stutter in a weak pathetic little voice. She gave out with a loud hearty laugh. "You don't expect me to believe you so soon.do you?" I nodded yes, pleading with my eyes. "Well, I don't!" I closed my eyes waiting to be pushed down and throttled again, but instead she informed me, "But it was the right thing to say, I won't spank you for giving me the right answers..only wrong ones." I opened my eyes and exhaled in relief giving her a visible sign of my current state of mind. She laughed heartily once more. In the next few moments I found myself, next to the bed, naked, and my hands bound with a cord. She quickly secured my feet in the same manner. "Up you go!" she sang out. She lifted my body up till it hung from a hook which was fastened to the ceiling. She stepped back to admire her work for a moment. My body dangled from the hook attached by the cord which bound my hands together. My eyes were level with hers while my feet hung about a foot off the floor. She smiled and then she grabbed the extra cord that trailed from my feet and bound it to the bottom of the bed post. In seconds, she had me utterly helpless and completely at her mercy. I looked at her pitifully as I hung suspended in mid air with both my hands and feet securely tied. She came very close and whispered softly in my ear, "Comfy?" I lowered my head and didn't answer. She grabbed my head in her hands and forced me to look at her. "You can wait here for me while I have my supper. OK snookums?" she informed me sweetly then she licked my face. I closed my eyes and tried not to be aroused. I asked very humbly, "Can I have some water?" "No food or water for sweet cheeks!" she immediately shot back. Eva enjoyed my look of confusion for a few moments then she went over to the dresser and got some duct tape. She tore off a piece and put it over my mouth. Before she left Eva admired her handiwork for a few moments. From time to time she would toy with my body trying to get me excited. It didn't take much work on her part to get me aroused. PJ was as hard as a rock in no time. I felt ashamed that she could elicit that response from me even as she abused my body. I knew that both pleasure and pain were part of the formula she would employ in my training. As she walked out the door and left me alone, I just hoped I could resist her and make it back to Brome somehow. I lost track of time while she was gone, but I knew it must have been more than an hour before she returned. Eva walked right up to my face, her perfume assailing my senses. She reached around my waist with her right arm and grabbed my penis between two of her fingers. She slowly started to rub her fingers up and down my shaft. The closeness of her and her manipulation of my member made me squirm in my bonds, and PJ reacted immediately. I couldn't blame him. At the same time, she started to lick my face. I closed my eyes and tried to hold out against the wonderful sensations flooding my mind. I was afraid I would cum any second as Eva stepped up her two pronged assault on my senses. "Don't cum," she warned. "If you do? You'll get another spanking." I closed my eyes and thought about sports. It didn't work. In a few moments, my body and mind exploded in a sea of sparks. I could hear her laughing again as I shot my cum on the floor between her fingers. "I did warn you little one," she exclaimed. Even before my mind could come down from it's pleasurable high it was experiencing a different sensation. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! I received four hard ones. After my tanning, my mind could scarcely remember the pleasure that it just experienced. The rest of the evening was more of the same...pleasure or pain or pleasure and pain. It all began to blur together in my mind. I was really starting to get thirsty and hungry as well. All she said when I asked for food or water was "No!" I knew depriving me of food or drink was part of her program in breaking down my defenses. I felt my resolve was still high, but I did wonder what my state of mind would be like in a day or two. I remembered Eva was fond of unusual devices and restraints. She apparently had brought quite a few of them with her. After taking me down from the hook, she fit me with a bridal-like device. It had a number of straps that fit around my forehead down the sides of my face looping under my jaw. A rope like bit fit in my mouth and was attached to the straps running down the side of my face. Near the sides of my mouth two metal loops were located at the junction of the strap and the bit. From the loops a strap or rein was fastened. With the reins, Eva could control my head and make me go in any direction she desired. Two wooden plates projected from my ears past my eyes. It took me a second to realize their only function was to act like blinders. Yes, Eva was very fond of her toys. Eva must have rode me around the cabin for an hour. She sat on my back as I plodded along on all fours. Her weight making the journey unbearable after only a few minutes. I collapsed often, but the threat of a spanking got me going again. She would jerk the reins one way or the other to get me to change direction. The riding crop was brought into action if I got obstinate or tried to rest. Throughout the ordeal, Eva could be heard to say, "Hyaa! Gidyup horsy!...gidyup!...Hyaa!..Hyaa!" I lost track of time. I was hungry, thirsty, and exhausted. I had fight left in me, but I knew my ordeal had just begun. Gradually, I felt my feelings beginning to change. I was starting to hate Eva. Hate is a powerful emotion, I could feel it giving me strength, and with that strength new resolve. Eva may control my body I thought, but my mind was still my own. Somehow, I vowed to get through this ordeal and get back to Brome. Finally, Eva tired of her horse. She took my harness off and most of her clothes as well. All she had on was her black bra and panties and of course, her high heels. She dragged my exhausted body over to a bench and guided my body on top of it. I sat on the bench with my legs bent at the knees. My legs were spread a little and rested on the top of the bench as well. She then sat down between my legs with her encircling legs completely engulfing my upper body. She locked her one foot behind her other leg as she sat. This pinned my arms to my side. All that stuck out between her mammoth thighs was my head. She positioned that right next to her face while she smashed my mouth into her boobs. Once again I was totally helpless with her beautiful sexy legs completely controlling my upper body. For some reason, I thought of a boa constrictor entrapping its prey. Eva fixed my eyes with hers and we stared at each other for an eternity. A smile slowly appearing on her face as she looked at her catch. I felt utterly helpless as I gazed back into her cold green eyes. Then with her huge hands encircling my head, she moved my head even closer and started to lick my face once again. I have to admit I did experience fear. I felt more like a prey item than a lover. She continued to lick my entire face while she tightened her encircling legs more and mashed my mouth harder into her boobs. I was lost in the feel, smell, and taste of her. Her overpowering body assailing all my senses at once. I felt so weak and helpless as I stared up into her eyes as she continued to lick...and lick..and lick...and lick. Finally, she stopped tonguing my face. She looked at me for a few more seconds and casually asked, "Who do you belong to... weak-one?" I looked up and said almost immediately, "You." I said it but didn't mean it. She laughed again and replied, "I still don't believe you." Then she stared deep into my eyes. "I'll know when you really mean it," she informed me. I swallowed very hard and couldn't pull my eyes from hers. The last phase of my indoctrination for the night was conducted on the bed. I found myself between her legs once more. She casually laid on her right side with my face entrapped, mashed in her bush, between her all enveloping legs. I was thankful she was not squeezing me rather just controlling me. This time she had taken off her panties and I was servicing her with my tongue. She had hold of my left arm which was awkwardly pulled through her legs. Before I was instructed to get down to serious business, she flexed her left biceps for my benefit. She held this pose for me as I stared up at her not daring to remove my mouth from her bush. "Look at this muscle, weak one. I have more muscle tissue in this one muscle than you have in your entire body. Never forget that and the power I have over you." I didn't think she would ever let me forget it. "Soon your every waking thought and even your dreams will be consumed by the desire to please me and this body of mine." I still doubted that. My dreams and thoughts were still dominated by Brome's face. "Now get busy and pleasure me. I don't think you want another taste of the crop." I didn't. I stuck my tongue out and into her. Almost immediately she stated to moan with pleasure. I continued to please her, in this fashion, for the next two hours. Finally, she was content. I was hoping she would allow me to get some needed sleep on the bed, but I was in for another surprise. She dragged me over to a large object which was completely covered with a sheet. I had scarcely noticed it before. My mind was too occupied with other more pressing concerns. Eva stopped in front of the object and yanked the sheet off. I looked on in horror as I realized what it was. It was a steal cage about four feet by five feet in size. She threw me inside and locked the door with a combination lock. She stared at me for a long while as I tried to make myself comfortable in a corner of the cage. I felt more liked a trapped animal than a man. I must have looked a pitiful sight as I meekly returned her gaze. It was starting to get pretty cold in the cabin. I started to shiver as I looked back at her with a lost and hopeless expression on my face. I said nothing. I knew it would not make a difference if I did. She went over to the bed and took a blanket off and fit it through the bars. I grabbed it and completely wrapped myself in its warmth. At least she wasn't totally heartless I thought. Eva just stared at me for awhile then went over and shut off the light. I was left alone in the darkness with my thoughts and not much else. ----------------------------------- Greta and Brome walked into the offices of Prescott Enterprises a little before 10:00 AM. Everyone who could see the two beautiful and very tall women stopped whatever they were doing and stared..the office got very quiet for a few seconds. The two women ignored the reaction. It was a reaction the women were used to. They walked right up to the receptionist who stopped the important letter she was typing, surveyed the two women, and immediately gave them her full and complete attention. That was also a reaction they were used too. "We would like to see Jim Prescott Jr. Please," Brome stated in a very authoritative voice. The woman looked a little startled, but replied, "I'm sorry, but he's not available at the moment. Would you care to make an appointment?" Brome expected this road block and she plowed on. "We're very good friends of his. We need to see him immediately," she stated firmly but in an even tone of voice. The receptionist gave them a blank stare. Brome added a little more firmly, "Just tell him Brome and Helga Bromberg are here and he will want to see us." The receptionist surveyed the two tall foreigners a little more carefully this time and said cautiously, "I'm sorry, he's not available." Brome tried to hold her temper. She's only doing her job she reminded herself. Quickly, Brome tried another approach. Instead of berating the receptionist, she gave the woman one of her awesome smiles and suggested in a friendly manner, "Then we'd like to see Jim Prescott Sr..please." "He's unavailable," the lady replied curtly. "would you care to make an appointment?" "Please tell him Helga and Brome Bromberg are here from Sweden to see him. He will want to see us when he hears who it is." The receptionist considered their remarks and paused for a second. Brome saw the opening and attacked. "If you don't tell him we're here, all I'll do is call him when we leave here, and then will have to come right back. Do you want me to tell him we were sent away?" The receptionists resolve crumbled. She picked up the phone and hit the presidents button. "Sir, a Miss Bromberg and a ..." she looked at Helga. "Miss Helga Bromberg," Helga replied. "A Miss Helga Bromberg and a Miss Brome Bromberg are here to see you." "Who?" Before the receptionist could react Brome interrupted. "Friends of his son's from Sweden," she told the receptionist. "Uh, friends of your son's from Sweden." "Oh! Yes, of course! Well send them right in. I'd like to talk to them...and hold my calls." The receptionist was relieved the president knew these huge commanding women, and she immediately got up to escort the tall Swedes into the office. Everyone stopped whatever they were doing once again as they saw the size difference between Helen the petite receptionist and the two very tall women. A buzz could be heard throughout the office. It was some time before everyone went back to work. Jim's dad hurried around his desk to shake the two women's hands as they entered. He was not prepared for the two very tall visions that he encountered. He froze with his hand out staring in amazement up at them. Greta shook his hand and then Brome did the same thing. Both women having to move his hand up and down as he stared half in awe half in fascination at the two beautiful women that were before him. This was also a reaction the women were used too. Mr. Prescott quickly recovered, offered the women a chair, and asked them an opening question as he returned to his seat behind his huge oak desk. "What brings you two ladies to New York?" Mr. Prescott couldn't help but admire their beauty as he waited for a reply. He liked tall beautiful women, but maybe these women were even too tall for his tastes. "Brome is here on assignment and I'm here on vacation. We were hoping to talk to your son today at his office," Helga replied. He stared at them blankly for a second then said, "He called in the day before yesterday asking for two more weeks vacation." The two women looked at each other the shock evident on their faces. Mr. Prescott saw their look of concern and got very serious. "Didn't he mention this to you while he was in Sweden? I haven't been able to contact him since our first conversation. It has me a little worried. Do you know where he is?" "He may be with my other daughter, Eva." Helga said cautiously. Mr. Prescott surveyed the women a second time. God! They were gorgeous he thought. For once he was a little jealous of his son. "Is Eva..Well, I mean is she.." "As tall as we," Brome interjected. "Yes, that's what I mean." he replied a little sheepishly. "She is almost a twin of Brome here. She's also a model," Helga proudly stated. Mr. Prescott gave the women a sly smile and stated, "I didn't know my son liked...well..you know what I mean." Helga stated it for him, "Intelligent, caring, and strongly independent women who happen to be very tall." Jim's dad blushed again. He felt like he was not in control of a situation for the first time in his life. He smiled a different smile this time and said, "Yes, precisely. I hope I didn't offend you. I myself like all the attributes you just mentioned." Helga and Brome looked at each other for a second and smiled. "No offense taken," Helga replied, "All my daughters, as well as myself, are very proud of our stature." "As you should be," Mr. Prescott added glancing at his watch. "I have a meeting in five minutes. Unfortunately, I have to end our visit. I'll be out of town, for the next few days as well." He looked at the women and flashed his best business smile and asked, "I'll be back in town on Sunday. I was wondering if you two ladies would do me the honor of having dinner with me then." Helga looked at her daughter then back at Jim's dad and replied, "We'd love too." The president of Prescot Enterprises got up to escort the women out the door. He was six feet tall, he remembered, he couldn't believe the very beautiful mother was still almost a head taller than he was. For some reason, he didn't find that intimidating. She was a "looker" and his age. "If you hear from my son or your daughter, please let me know." The women both nodded. You can leave a message with my secretary. Of course, I'll get in touch with you if I hear," Mr. Prescott informed them as they left his office. Helga turned to face Mr. Prescott, gave him a smile that could light up Time Square on New Year's Eva, and nodded once again. Jim's dad said to himself, what a regal bearing she has. The presidents knees went weak, but he gathered himself and added, "Please leave your address and phone number with my secretary and I'll call you on Sunday." Again the president was graced with an awesome smile. He felt the weakness return as the procession paused a moment at his secretary's desk. In a few minutes, Mr. Prescott was escorting the ladies right to the elevator. They walked past the secretarial pool and everything came to a halt once more. As they rode the elevator to the ground floor, Brome exclaimed nervously, "She has him all to herself for a week. He doesn't have a chance! She'll really have her claws into him by then." Then she added sadly in a small almost imperceptible voice like she was really talking to herself, "Is there anything she won't do?" Helga gave her daughter a sympathetic look and replied, "Well keep looking dear, I think we'd better find them and soon." She paused then added hopefully, "Maybe, we can find out more on Sunday from Jim's dad." Both women were silent for awhile as the elevator descended. Then Brome said with a little more mirth to her voice. "I think Mr. Prescott likes you." Helga blushed and replied, "I like him too." -------------------------------------- Eva didn't wake till almost eleven. Last night had been a very long night. I was extremely thirsty and my stomach was growling. I remembered it had been almost twenty four hours since I had that hamburger and coke on the road. The first thing Eva did was take me out of the cage and fit a collar around my neck. She added a long leash and wound it around her fingers. I was informed we were going for a jog. The only thing I was allowed to wear were my running shoes. I must have looked pretty silly as I ran next her, attached to a leash, that she held tightly in her hand as we ran. I was completely naked except for the shoes and dog collar and was more than a little bit ashamed, about my appearance, as we ran. I hoped we wouldn't meet anyone along the way. My condition was beginning to deteriorate from the abuse and lack of food and water. I had to stop a few times to catch my breath. Eva immediately tugged on the leash to get me going again. I knew in my mind that she could run me into the ground even if I was in the best of shape. I tried to keep up as best I could. There was a path by the lake she used for our run. Thankfully, we were in a pretty deserted section of the lake. We saw only two people on our entire excursion, two fisherman on their way to the lake. They both stopped to watch, with bewildered expressions on their faces, as we jogged by. The inevitable happened on our way back to the cabin. I could no longer keep up in my weakened condition. I fell to the ground gasping for air. I felt an immediate pull on the leash as she literally dragged me for a few feet. Finally, she let up and stared down at me with her hands on her hips and a proud smile on her face. "Get up!" she ordered. I looked up at her pitifully and said, "Please Eva, I can't. Let me rest for a few minutes. I haven't had any food or water." She looked at me and laughed. "So my little Weaklings had it. I'm not waiting." She dragged me to my feet and threw me over her shoulder and started to jog again. We made the cabin in twenty minutes. I was happy for the ride. I had to lay on the porch as she poured two buckets of cold water over my body. I was informed this was my bath. She threw me a towel and I wiped off my shivering body as she just stared at me, with her hands on her hips, smiling. When she was ready to go inside, she cuffed me to the bed as she showered and dressed and I wrapped myself in the large towel to stay warm. It was already past noon. It was starting to get hot outside and I was starting to warm up in spite of my nakedness and the cold shower I had just received. When she returned, I couldn't help but stare at Eva in awe. Her attire was minuscule to say the least. All she wore was a skimpy half top. The top was split almost to her navel and two bands of material ran up from there hardly covering her breasts. The material thinned even further till it circled her neck and was tied in a bow. She wore a lacy little g-string that barely covered her pussy and covered none of her glorious ass. She also wore a thin garter belt that held up her sheer nylons. She finished the look with a pair of three inch black pumps. It just wasn't feasible to wear taller ones in the cabin. As always, I thought she looked truly magnificent. I was informed it was time for lunch. I was looking forward to some food and water as I watched Eva disappear into the kitchen. Like always, it was not what I expected. Eventually, I was led into the kitchen and cuffed to one of the legs of her chair. Her weight on the chair made it escape proof. I sat on the floor next to her chair as she ate. I begged for food and water every few minutes. I was too hungry and thirsty to worry about dignity. Every so often she would flip a piece of bacon on the floor. She ordered me to "Eat!" as she patted my head like a dog. I didn't eat the bacon for some reason. It was an act of defiance that hurt me more than it hurt her, but it did make me feel more like a man. She didn't seem to care, one way or another, if I ate the bacon she threw me. She kept patting my head as she ate very slowly and didn't direct anymore commands my way. I realized as I sat on the cabin floor, that we hadn't conversed much in the last twenty four hours. I wondered if that was part of the program as well. I did venture one more plea. "Eva...please.I need some water!" She ignored me for a second or two then she sighed so deeply that I could plainly hear it. She turned and looked down at me as I looked up at her. "No water yet!" she bellowed. I gave her a look of despair. She patted my head again and added in a lower sweeter voice, "Soon! I want to make sure you won't turn down my gift to you." What the hell was she talking about. I wouldn't turn down any water. I was too damn thirsty. Then a horrible thought came to my mind. I visibly shuddered as my mind contemplated it. Eva caught my reaction and smiled that wicked smile of hers once more. All of a sudden I wasn't quite so thirsty. The rest of the afternoon was spent under her glorious butt. She had this contraption, or maybe it was Marcy's, I'm not sure which. It was a hassock or small bench with one of the sides and some of the stuffing removed. This allowed for a head and neck to fit snugly into it as the rest of the man's body laid on the floor. My face and nose just protruded a couple of inches above the top of the cushion. Eva sat on my face and wiggled her butt to get comfortable as she became engaged in other girlish pursuits. Just enough of my mouth was exposed so I could take in air. From time to time, she would sit farther back on my mouth if she wanted my tongue to please her. This would still allow me to breath through my nose. I had to admire the ingenuity of the contraption even as my face was buried in layers of sexy female flesh. First, she fixed her hair by the vanity and freshened her makeup. Then she brought out her notebook computer and worked with it for what seemed like hours. During this time I was lost in a sea of female flesh. My whole world filling with her consuming ass and nothing else. After awhile, it felt like my face had become an extension of her all enveloping and glorious ass; moving only to her movements or commands not mine. My mind giving in to her and even enjoying my captivity. I did enjoy it..Why? This weakness of mine brought me shame and fear that I might succumb to her will. I lost track of time as she ground my face into her butt. It felt like I was wearing a mask or worse yet that I had become nothing more than a pimple on one of her ass cheeks. It made me feel smaller and more insignificant than I had ever felt before. She even moved my ordeal outside. She sat on the porch to take in the sunshine of the hot summer mountain day, while I was lost in the darkness of a world dominated by female flesh. Finally, my ordeal ended and she took me inside. I was thirstier than I could ever remember. I openly begged for water. I was placed on the floor in the middle of the bedroom and wrapped in some kind of clear plastic wrap from my shoulders to my feet with my arms pinned helplessly to my side. I couldn't move a muscle as she bent down and stuck a funnel in my mouth. What happened next toyed with my sanity. She squatted over me and peed into the funnel. My mouth conveying all of her urine to my throat. She peed for a good long time and she even had to stop as the funnel filled with her golden liquid. I swallowed and swallowed as she gave me her gift. I closed my eyes, and tried to close my mind as well to the shame. Afterwards, she pulled the funnel out and hovered close to my face as she spoke to me in a very sweet tone of voice. "This is how your going to get your water, honey. Do you like it?" I fought back anger as I looked into her predatory eyes, but refrained from answering for fear of getting cropped again. She patted my cheek and ignoring my silence said sweetly, "I have you prepared so I can enjoy even more pleasure from your tiny little body...My weak little man! Just relax, your totally in my power." As an afterthought she added, "I promise you though, you will grow to like it more and more as the days pass." Darkness enveloped me as Eva fit a hood over my face. It completely covered my eyes and had a circular hole in the hood right over my mouth. She stuffed something in the hole and into my mouth. It took me a few seconds to realize it was a large plastic penis. In a few seconds she sat on my face once again. Her movements quickly became intense, and I could hear her screams of pleasure. At the same time, I could feel PJ become aroused and try to stretch out in his plastic prison. I no longer felt human as I heard her cries of delight. All I had become was a thing for her amusement and pleasure. Over the next few hours time slowed down and stopped. I realized an object can't perceive time. The time that passed seemed like an eternity. Eventually, she set me free for dinner. I found myself, like before, on the floor at her feet. This time I ate the scraps she threw my way. Curiously, I felt no shame. My thoughts had slowed down and almost stopped as well. The next twenty four hours went by very slowly. Eva spent the time experimenting and toying with my body. I found myself in one bizarre restraint after another. I was just a thing for her pleasure. Slowly, my will to fight her decreased and almost disappeared. I was only up to seven swats from her riding crop. My determination dissolving in a sea of her golden liquid. I found myself thinking about Brome less and less. Slowly..very slowly..I was beginning to lose all hope. Like a caterpillar caught in the cocoon of her will, I felt myself changing. I knew it wouldn't be into a butterfly. -------------------------------------- Helga dressed slowly, her thoughts were on Brome. Gundy or Inga would yell for her to hurry, every few minutes, from the living room. She knew her daughters were impatient and wanted to get to the hotel just as the meeting started. They could wait a few more minutes she thought. As Helga slowly dressed, she went over the last twenty four hours in her mind. Brome had been unsuccessful in finding any trace of Jim or Eva. All her leads ended in dead ends and none of their mutual friends knew anything. She even tracked down a couple of Eva's friends who she knew about, but with whom she wasn't acquainted with. They knew nothing as well. Their was one girl friend, Marcy, that Brome remembered Eva talking about, but she couldn't remember her last name. Helga remembered seeing her daughter racking her brain all day trying to come up with that illusive last name. It filled her with sadness as her daughter got more and more desperate as time went by. It made her fill with anger at her oldest daughter. Still, she didn't know what, if anything, she would or could do to Eva. Her despair and confusion saddened her. It filled her with a hollow empty feeling towards Eva. Finally, Helga was finished and she walked out into the living room. Three of her four daughters were there. Brome was sitting on a chair furiously working the keys of her notebook computer. "Won't you come, Brome?" her mother asked once more. "No thanks, mom..Have fun! I have to follow up on a few more leads," she replied not looking up from her computer. Helga glanced at her other two daughters. They were walking over to her. She appraised them as they came over. Both girls were dressed in revealing outfits which consisted of skimpy tops and micro mini skirts. She glanced down and both sported four inch pumps that made them look even more gigantic than they were. Today, she would forgive her daughter's their attires. They did so want to make an impression on the club members. She was dressed provocatively herself. The three scantily clad, unbelievably tall, and awesomely beautiful women said their good- byes to Brome and walked out the door. As they walked out the door, Helga was sure the tiny little executives wouldn't mind their attire either. The cab ride over was a test of a mother's patience. Both her daughters couldn't wait to have at the little men. They argued the entire trip. Mostly over division of the booty. The only thing that had been settled so far was that Hiram Peabody belonged to Gundy and Evander P. Honeycutt was Inga's. Greta hoped their would be an even number present. That would make things a lot less complicated she thought. If not, she could always give her daughters more of the spoils. Besides, she found herself more interested in the dinner on Sunday, with Jim's father, then in this little excursion tonight. Like always, the women were the center of attention as they walked through the lobby of the hotel. It could hardly be otherwise. Their beauty and stature commanded attention, and attention is what they always drew..especially, from the opposite sex. The looks of awe, fascination, and lust were ignored. The women had other things on their minds. They walked up to conference room 69 and paused before they went in. "Ready girls!" Helga asked before she turned the knob of the conference room door. Inga fixed her hair, smiled, and nodded her readiness to enter. Like always, Gundy had something to say, "I'm ready! But are these little fellas inside ready for us?" The women laughed and were still laughing as they opened the door and went inside. Evander P. Honeycutt was at the podium and he had just gaveled the meeting to order. This evening, six of the eight members of the club were present and were sitting around the table in front of their president. Everyone's attention had been interrupted and they were all staring, in awe, at the three unbelievably tall and uncommonly beautiful women who had walked through the door and invaded their privacy. Evander, even though he was diminutive, was the complete master of any situation. He was the first to speak as the women halted by the door and surveyed the group with unusual thoroughness. "Ladies, I am sorry, but you must be lost. This is a private meeting." He delivered his words with his usual aplomb. He was not prepared for the women's remarks though. "Oh mom! See how cute and cuddly they all look in their business suits. And they all have such commanding expressions on their face. I could just hug them to pieces," Gundy excitedly sang out. "Yes dear. They are adorable," Helga told her daughter then she addressed the little man at the podium. " If this is the meeting of The fifty Second Street CFMSS, than were not in the wrong place. She looked around the room once more and added, "And I really don't think we're in the wrong place." Evander Honeycutt was a little more than surprised, but he quickly gathered himself and replied in his most commanding voice, "Ladies, This meeting is exclusive..men only..and it's totally private. I'm going to have to ask you to leave." "I'd like to see you try and make us, " Gundy said to the group of astonished male onlookers. Before Helga answered the little man at the podium, who she recognized from his picture as the president of the club, she quickly turned and locked the door. "I'm afraid we're staying," Helga said firmly. At the same time, Helga and her daughters fanned out around the table. Inga walking up to the little man at the podium. He looked up at her in surprise, and with just a little bit of terror evident on his face, but managed to say, "Sergeant of Arms please escort these women from the room." Harvey Milkwith timidly got up from his seat. He was appointed "Sergeant of Arms" because he was the most imposing of the group. He stood a stately 5'31/2'' tall. While this was going on, Inga walked around the podium and was amused and astonished at what she saw. "Oh my God! He's standing on a box so he can reach the microphone," she exclaimed. All the women started to laugh and Gundy came running over to see. She had a hand to her mouth trying to hold back her laughter. Harvey exited his seat and tried to go to the aid of his president. He was stopped in his tracks as Helga walked up to him before he made much progress. She was almost a foot and a half taller than he was, as he gazed up at the mountain of a woman that loomed above him. He found his eyes even with her monstrously large breasts. He thought they jutted out like twin peaks an impossibly far distance from her body. Even though she was a mountain of a woman, he couldn't help but gaze at the scenery. As Harvey wisely paused before mount Helga, Inga moved next to Evander and casually scooped him up, off his box, and right into her huge and very powerful arms. Harvey and the rest of the men looked on in awe and horror at their president being womanhandled by this young teen. Helga took advantage of the distraction to grab Harvey, with one arm, in an unbreakable grip and move him closer to her. Helga quickly pinned both his hands to his sides as she effortlessly lifted his overmatched body off the floor and started toward Marvin Biggs who was watching her approach, in complete terror, frozen in his chair. Gundy quickly moved over to Hiram Peabody and scooped up his little body before the tiny man had a chance to scream. Gundy's attention was completely on the little man as she cradled him like a baby in her very young teenage but oh so powerful arms. He stared with fascination and awe up into her eyes as she made little cooing sounds at him and rubbed her cheek on his or gave him little kisses on his nose. Hiram Peabody thought he had found heaven on earth as he continued to stare up at the very young girl who had so very easily and quickly taken possession of his body and mind. Harold Beamis and Horace Dimworthy had slowly exited their seats and were backing towards the door. They looked on in horror as the other men came under the complete control of one or another of the giant sized women. Greta noticed their slow retreat and shouted, "Inga and Gundy get those two." Their slow retreat became a mad rush for the door. They didn't make it. If someone would have been passing by outside, they would have heard the screams of six very frightened men. In the next minute or so the screams died down and slowly disappeared. ------------------------------------ I had completely lost track of time in the last few days. I tried to focus, I think it was Friday evening, but I wasn't sure. Eva had denied me my release since we got to the cabin. She kept me in a feverish state of excitement and my mind was starting to crumble under her constant firm and playful manipulation of my body. If she wasn't bringing my body to the heights of pleasure and then at the last second denying me, she was correcting my shameful transgressions, with pain. She was a very lenient goddess, I knew, but still it was all so confusing. In the last few days her body became an all absorbing addiction. I scarcely had time to think of anything else nor did I want to. In my mind, during sleep, I saw a ghostly apparition. It was two beautiful green eyes and they were staring at me. If I tried very hard, in my dreams, to remember who they belonged too.I could. But the name always vanished in an instant and wasn't remembered the next morning. When I was awake, I knew they didn't belong to Eva. Somehow, I knew that, but in my waking moments the name of the owner of those beautiful green eyes became elusive and I had other more pressing concerns and demands to worry about. Still the eyes haunted me. All I could think about was heavenly release, and to serve my beautiful blond goddess. I tried as best I could to please her and to obtain her favor. She did not have to correct me in days and that made me very proud. Her body became the temple I served and the instrument I played for both of our needs, wants, and cravings. Her every desire and happiness became my overriding concern. In this way I hopped she would grant her lowly and worshipful subject with the release his mind and body so desperately needed. ----------------------------------- Inga casually held Evander Honeycutt in her arms as he talked into the microphone. Gundy sat in the first chair on the right. Hiram Peabody was wrapped up tightly in her arms as he sat on her lap. She would playfully nibble on his ear or hug him tightly till he squealed for release. Hiram was lost in a sea of pleasure and wasn't listening as the president continued to talk. Nor did it matter anymore that he listen attentively because Gundy would tell him how to vote. So he smiled up at his beautiful teenage captor as she continued to play with his body and kiss his nose or rub her cheek on his. Yes, Hiram Peabody had found heaven on earth and never was more happy and content in his life. Helga sat in the first chair on the left. Harvey Milkwith was sitting on her right thigh and Marvin Biggs was sitting on her left thigh. Helga had an arm around each and from time to time they both would stop listening to Evander and stare up in awe at their captor. She would look down on them and grant them a smile. It warmed the men to their vary soul and made both of them very peaceful and content. Harold Beamis and Horace Dimworthy did not fare as well. Both men were sprawled out on the floor and were tied with nylons from head to foot and had panties stuffed in their mouths as well so they couldn't scream. They were within easy reach of Helga so she could take the gags from their mouth when they were required to vote. Inga was whispering into Evander's ear telling him what to say as he talked. "The first order of business today is to change the name of the club." He looked horrified for a second then whispered to Inga, "We can't do that." Inga whispered something into his ear. He looked up at her in fear and silently nodded. "Ahem! The proposed new name for the club is.." Inga whispered once more into his ear. The Fifty Second Street Club for Tall Women and.." Inga kept whispering in his ear. "And the Short Man's Auxiliary." "Please say I or nay as I call your name." Evander called each man's name and each dutifully said I. Helga pulled the panties out of Harold and Horace's mouths so they could vote. The rules were temporarily suspended and the three women were allowed to vote as well. The final count was 9-0 in favor of the new name. Evander P Honeycutt lost the presidency as well. In a few minutes Helga was giving her acceptance speech after she was elected by an identical 9-0 count. Inga was elected Sergeant at Arms and Gundy got the tittle of secretary in charge of costumes and events and new members. The men didn't know what the costumes and events part was, but they soon would find out. All the by laws changed as well. The men lost the right to vote. It was not a progressive club. In fact they couldn't attend the meetings, which was a rigid requirement, unless their female sponsors brought them. In the next few minutes the men were divvied up. Gundy was assigned Hiram Peabody and Harold Beamis. Inga got Evander Honeycutt and Horace Dimworthy and Helga was apportioned Harvey Milkwith and Marvin Biggs. All the men were assigned the task of recruiting one new woman by next meeting. The height requirement was placed at six feet even. The men's requirements stayed the same. The women warned the men not to talk with the two missing club members. Helga said they would be dealt with next meeting. Finally, all the men's phone numbers and addresses were recorded by Gundy. They were warned to show up for the next meeting or the women would seek them out at their businesses and give them the spanking of their lives in front of their employees. The men believed every word. After business was completed the meeting finally broke up. Marvin Biggs, Harold Beamis, and Horace Dimworthy were allowed to leave. The three other men were not so lucky. Although, Hiram didn't mind. As the women walked out the door, they each carried their little prize for the night in their very strong arms. The women knew and the men would shortly find out that the men's lives would never be the same again. Brome was still at the computer when the three women walked into the apartment. She looked up, squealed in delight, and walked over to the women who, each, still held a little captive securely in her massive arms. "God their cute! Maybe, I should have gone with you girls after all!" Brome sang out as she inspected the still terrified men. "There's plenty to go around," Inga informed her. Brome laughed and patted Evander Honeycutt's cheek. Gundy was first to introduce her little fella. "This is Hiram Peabody. Isn't he just darling? I'm going to play with him all night." "He sure is!" Brome replied. Gundy kissed him and hugged him till he gave out with a little terrified shreak. "Awww! I'm sorry little one. Big bad Gundy won't hurt her little snooky- wookums." Hiram smiled up at her and then closed his eyes. Gundy kissed her little bundle on the cheek and started to slowly rock him and hum sweetly in his ear all the while holding him securely in her arms. Next, Inga introduced Evander to Brome. "This is Evander Honeycutt. He's a big man in real estate," Inga informed Brome. Both women looked at each other, thought about the play on words, and laughed. "He's darling," Brome replied tweaking his cheek as Inga held him close. "You better be a good little boy. Inga's very strong for her age," Brome informed him. He loked at Inga in awe and shook his head that he did indeed understand. Inga bent over and kissed his cheek. Inga wasn't much in the mood for social discourse. She had other things on her mind. She excused herself as she told the group that she wanted to "Play wrestle with Evander in the bedroom," and she quickly left for her room with Evander securely tucked in her arms. Gundy followed Inga to their bedroom, making sure her little charge got some kisses along the way. When Gundy and Inga were gone, Helga introduced her little man. "Brome, this is Harvey Milkwith. He's the biggest one of the group," she chuckled. Before she left for her room she asked, "Any luck while we were gone?" Brome shook her head no and looked very sad. Helga nodded in understanding and added, "Got to go! I want to see if Harvey here is a breast man." She was off to her room, with Harvey in tow..chuckling to herself as she went. Brome sighed, wished she had Jim to play with, and sadly went back to her computer. The next morning the four women sat around the breakfast table casually talking. The three little men sat on their owner's laps as the women ate their breakfast and discussed Jim. From time to time, one of the men would be fed and played with as the women talked. Hiram sat quietly on Gundy's lap, as she talked, with a pacifier in his mouth. He seemed well pacified. Evander had on a baby bonnet and was in a diaper. He was sucking on a baby bottle. He happily stared up at Inga as he sucked on the bottle. Harvey was busy taking spoonfuls of food as Helga talked. Eventually the conversation got around to the men. "Mom, can we keep them all weekend?" Gundy asked. "I suppose so dear. They're hardly a bother." "Yahoo!" Gundy yelled. "Did you hear that little one. I can play with you all weekend." Hiram looked up into Gundy's eyes and smiled. Heaven was going to last longer he thought. "Mom, can we take them shopping today. We have to dress them proper," Inga inquired. "Sure dear!" I want to buy them some clothes for our next club meeting." "Great! Did you hear that, Evander, were all going shopping," Inga told her confused and totally terrified little man. He closed his eyes and hoped the night mare would end. When he opened them again..it hadn't. Harvey had finished taking his food. Now he was leaning against Helga's shoulder and sucking on one of her gigantic breasts. It had turned out that he was indeed a breast man. The women's conversation went on for some time and all three men patiently sat by listening and waiting for their new owners to start playing with them once again. -------------------------------------- More days have passed. I'm not sure how many. Mistress says we will be leaving soon. She's taking me back to Marcy's and we're all going to some type of convention. It sounds like fun and I can't wait. I've started to feel a lot better lately. I have the kindest most wonderful mistress on earth. She finally granted me release. I must have kissed her feet for hours afterwards. I can tell she was pleased. Mistress can make me do all sorts of things. Some I have no control over. It's like she can order my body to do something and I find myself doing it without trying. There's this one trick she's really fond of. She snaps her fingers and I instantly get hard. I don't think PJ belongs to me anymore, but he doesn't mind..so why should I. Mistress says she going to take me to meet someone soon and I have to choose between her and Mistress. I think that sounds so silly. My mistress is a goddess. How could I choose anyone else. She tells me I belong to her body and soul. That makes me very happy and puts me totally in her debt. I worship her. Still, I sometimes wonder about this other woman and what she is like. I'm so excited today. Mistress is going to sit on my face while she works with her notebook computer. I'm such a lucky man to have such a kind mistress. I plan on showing her my appreciation with my tongue. I hope she will look on my meager performance in a favorable light. It isn't wise to anger a goddess..