My Swedish Vacation    Chapter 14
By Valerafon
More at the WIC convention and Brome finds Jim

Chapter 14     Brome finds Jim 

As morning turned into early afternoon, the convention center became 
unbelievably crowded. If we got up, we'd lose our seats for sure. So, 
Eva decided we better stay in our seats for the ten minute intermission 
between parts one and two of the presentation. Actually, we had only one 
seat, I was sitting on Eva's lap. I thought I had the best seat in the 
house. 

The next demonstration was entitled "Control Techniques."            I 
wasn't quite sure what that meant, but I knew I'd be finding out soon 
enough. The reason we were staying for the next two shows was that Marcy 
and Bill were in part three, the combat demonstrations. Eva didn't want 
to miss that and seats were at a premium now as the convention center 
was jammed with people and bustling with activity. As I looked, from 
side to side, at the crowd. There were almost as many people standing as 
there were sitting. I estimated the audience at around a thousand 
people. 

Finally, the lights dimmed on stage once again and Constance Pierce the 
founder of WIC came strolling out to the microphone.  In an amazing show 
of respect the audience immediately went quiet, except for that one man 
in the back. He was still crying like a baby at the top of his lungs. 

Ms. Pierce grabbed the microphone and started to laugh as she heard the 
crying man just like before. 

The audience went, "Shhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

"That's all right ladies...Men will be men," Ms. Pierce informed the 
audience. 

The audience roared with laughter. 

Ms. Pierce then directed her next comments at the lady standing next to 
the crying gentlemen. "Why don't you try breast feeding him, dear. I've 
found that always comforts them." 

The women seemed a bit embarrassed, but eventually followed Ms. Pierce 
directions. She reached into the stroller and lifted the man up into her 
arms and in one motion raised her halter top. I couldn't help but notice 
that she didn't have a bra on. As soon as the man was sucking on one of 
her rather well formed and shapely breasts, he stopped crying, and he 
seemed well pacified. 

The audience clapped for a good thirty seconds. Finally, Ms. Pierce 
quieted them with a wave of her hand and commented, "You see ladies, 
control calls for firmness, but also comfort at times as well. Men are 
very simple to understand and control if you know the proper 
techniques....And that segues us nicely into our next presentation 
entitled "Control Techniques." 

While Ms. Pierce was speaking, she motioned with her hand off to the 
right. Five young girls walked on stage right on cue. They appeared to 
be in their early teens. I was sure they were from Garden Valley Idaho. 
All the girls were wearing T-shirts and cut off jeans. Off course, they 
were all very tall and extremely gorgeous. 

The girls moved on stage, stopped near their leader and formed a line. 
They all smiled for the audience and patiently waited. As soon as the 
girls were in position onstage, Ms. Pierce continued on with her 
lecture. 

"I'll introduce you to these young ladies soon enough. But first, I want 
you to understand something very clearly, Ladies." 

She paused for a second, looked around the audience, and then continued, 
"Over the course of time the natural order of things has been altered." 

A murmur of anticipation went through the crowd.  

"What am I talking about you ask? I'm talking about what a woman's 
rightful place in our society should be." 

She paused a second and then added forcefully, "WOMEN SHOULD RULE!" 

She let those words sink in and then continued on, "Our secondary status 
is something men have foisted on us for generations.....and to our 
disgrace, we've let them get away with it." 

A woman in the crowd yelled, "THE BASTARDS!" 

The founder of WIC paused for a second time, smiled in the direction of 
the voice from the audience, and then added in a loud voice herself, "WE 
ARE AT FAULT!...Not the men!....Can we blame them for wanting to change 
the natural order of things? If we were actually the inferior sex, 
Wouldn't we want to effect change? Well, we've let the men accomplish 
this somehow...to our great shame." 

She paused again. The audience was very quiet. 

When she started talking again, this time she did so in a very 
aggressive and forceful tone of voice. "THIS MOVEMENT OF OURS HAS BEEN 
ESTABLISHED TO SET THINGS RIGHT ONCE AGAIN!" 

The audience roared it's approval. All the women were clapping and 
cheering. All the men, including myself, were for the most part very 
quiet. I noticed a couple women stop applauding and look at their men. 
The men immediately started to clap. I heard a whisper in my ear, 
"Clap!" I started to clap as well. 

Ms. Pierce let the audience applaud for awhile then quieted them with 
another gesture of her hands. As the crowd became silent, she continued 
on. "When I realized that male and female interaction was out of 
balance, I looked to nature for answers....for guidance."  

She paused a second more than asked, "Who really rules the pride? 
......Does the lion rule his domain?...... Is it not the lioness who 
hunts?....Does she not do all the really significant things for the 
Pride?" 

Some in the audience answered with a loud "YES!" 

"In nature, is it not the female who protects the young?" 

"YES! YES!" the crowd roared. 

"Isn't it the rule in nature that the female of the species is the 
larger, the stronger, the more aggressive....The more deadly?" 

The audience answered her last question in the form of a chant, 
"YES!....YES!....YES!" 

She looked around as the women chanted "YES!" and she herself shouted 
this time, "THEN WHY ARE WE THE EXCEPTION?....AND NOT THE RULE!....I'll 
tell you why," almost whispering out her last words. 

Her next words were shouted out, "BECAUSE WE LET MEN RUN THINGS!" 

The women in the audience went wild for a second time. I looked on and 
thought that Ms. Pierce was  one hell of an orator. 

"Well ladies, the worm is about to turn yet again. Oh! I don't advocate 
following the extremes in nature, such as, the black widow spider and 
the preying mantis.....After all, men do have their uses." 

The women in the audience roared their approval. I was happy to hear we 
had our uses. 

"But we must take back control....and we will. We have started a trickle 
with our movement....Soon the trickle will become a torrent.....and the 
torrent will become a wave...and the wave a flood.....and the flood will 
sweep away the old ways...AND ONCE AGAIN WOMEN WILL ASSUME THEIR 
RIGHTFUL PLACE.....WE WILL RULE!" 

Pandemonium broke out in the audience. The women must have cheered for 
five minutes. Most of the men had to clap and cheer as well. I 
personally didn't think this was the time to interject any male concerns 
into the forum. 

"As most of you ladies know, WIC has a number of ongoing projects to 
expedite the smooth and orderly transfer of power back into women's 
hands. I'm talking about our model communities such as Garden Valley 
Idaho, our business enterprises such as Fem-Ale, the training of all 
women in Fem-doe....the female martial art, and of course our project to 
make women taller, than men on average, by the middle of the next 
century. Of course, we really don't have to be taller to control 
men....now do we?" 

Laughter could be heard once again in the crowd. I looked at Eva and she 
was smiling at me. I thought Eva was big enough the way she was. 

Ms. Pierce was on a roll, "In my books, I have outlined the coming 
change and the effect it will have on our relationships with men. As 
I've already stated, men can be easily controlled. Nature has given 
women all the tools necessary to accomplish this. All it requires from 
us ladies is the will to carry out nature's plan,  the discipline of 
female strength and self assurance, and the belief in ourselves as 
women...THE SUPERIOR SEX!" 

The women in the audience went wild. Being a male wasn't so bad I 
thought. 

After the applause and cheers died down for the umpteenth time Ms. 
Pierce said very casually, "As you know, there are four phases men go 
through when they come under the control of a woman. They are 
subjugation, preparation, loss of will, and maintenance. These young 
girls will demonstrate subjugation for us here today." 

The audience applauded the young women. Who acknowledged the crowd with 
waves of their hands. 

After the girls acknowledgment, Ms. Pierce immediately continued on with 
her lecture, "As these young girls will demonstrate. It does not matter 
the age or size of the male. Almost any woman can handle any man....If 
she has the will to do so and a belief in herself...In her superior 
female mind and body." 

Again she gestured with her hand towards the girls,  "These young girls 
will demonstrate that...and if there is a particularly difficult case, 
these young women could always use Fem-doe on the male...However, that 
is usually not necessary." 

Some laughter could be heard in the audience. I wondered if Eva knew 
Fem-doe. I looked up at her smiling face and realized it didn't matter 
to me. She could kick the crap out of me with both hands tied behind her 
back. 

"Ladies as most of you already know, men actually want to be 
subjugated...to be controlled....to have women call the shots. Nature 
has put that message in their genes. They can hardly act otherwise. It 
is up to us to have the will to set things right once again." 

Ms. Pierce raised her hand to quiet the crowd yet again and said with 
humor in her voice, "But enough of me preaching about the obvious...Lets 
get on with the demonstrations." 

Five men walked on stage. They were all in they're twenties it appeared 
and three of the guys were well over six feet tall. 

Ms. Pierce turned to the audience and stated, "I want to thank the women 
who've kindly donated the use of their subs here today for this 
demonstration." 

A women in the crowd yelled out, "DON"T HURT MY BABY!" 

I think it was the same women who yelled the same thing out before the 
first demonstration. 

Ms. Pierce laughed then stated, "I can assure you ma'am, the men are 
perfectly safe. They may come back a little the worse for wear, but they 
will come back to you." 

If that was the case, Why did the men look so scared I wondered. 

While that exchange was going on, each girl went up to a man, grabbed 
his hand, and lead him over to a section of the stage where their were 
mats set up. 

After she had calmed the fears of the lady in the audience, Ms. Pierce 
turned around and saw that everyone was in position. She said, 
"Excellent!" and moved off to a corner of the stage still holding her 
microphone. 

"OK girls..have at them....and guys, I want you to try as hard as you 
can to win....It won't be good enough, but I want you to 
try.....Understand?" 

All the men looked at the young girls before them. They all had big 
smiles on their lovely teenage faces and appeared very eager to fight 
the much older and bigger men. Almost in unison, the men turned back and 
nodded to Ms. Pierce. They on the other hand were not the picture of 
confidence. 

Ms. Pierce yelled, "START!" 

I had seen this many times before in the last couple of weeks, but I 
still looked on in disbelief as male bodies flew everywhere or were just 
overpowered by much younger female bodies. The audience was quiet and 
all that could be heard were the groans of the men and the loud thumps 
of the men's bodies hitting the mat. An occasional female yell of 
"HYYYAAA!" could also be heard mixed in and then it was immediately 
followed by a thud and a loud "OWWWWW!" from the male victim. 

As quickly as it started, it was over. It seemed like just seconds had 
passed. All the men were on the mat and groaning. Most were flat on 
their backs. One girl had her foot on a man's throat and he was trying 
to remove it with no luck. I wasn't sure if he was trying all that hard 
to remove it or rather he was feeling up the girls leg. The young girl 
was looking down at the man and smiling. She was in a muscle pose at the 
same time. I thought she looked magnificent. 

Another guy was trying to craw away, but wasn't making much progress on 
the mat. His female conqueror spied him when the audience yelled out 
that he was trying to get away. She gestured to the crowd like he wasn't 
going anywhere and walked a few steps and placed her foot on his back. 
He immediately stopped and completely collapsed to the mat face down. 
She looked back towards the audience and gave a demure little smile and 
then struck a muscle pose herself. The audience went wild. At least the 
women in attendance did. 

Ms. Pierce walked back to the center of the stage, looked at her watch, 
and said with laughter in her voice, "My that was quick...less than a 
minute. As you can see, women are naturally the better 
fighters....although, ladies, at home you may want to make the 
subjugation last longer. I mean half the fun is in the breaking." 

The women in the audience roared their approval. 

Ms. Pierce kept on talking like she was lecturing, "Once the man 
realizes he has been overpowered by a woman, fear, humiliation, and pain 
all mix in his mind. It's a marvelous feminine cocktail we serve them. 
During this time, in their little male minds confusion reigns supreme. 
This confusion and shame cause a man to become disoriented. Their little 
minds just can't grasp what is happening. It is the perfect time to go 
on to phase two in his training....Which of course is the preparation." 

Ms. Pierce stopped talking, gestured with her hand towards the young 
girls, and said, "Let's really hear it for these ninth graders from 
Garden Valley Idaho." 

The young teens walked forward and did a little curtsey for the crowd. I 
thought their little bow looked sexy as hell. The crowd gave them a 
rousing ovation for their efforts. The men on the other hand, were still 
too dazed and defeated to move. 

"Since this is a public display," Ms. Pierce informed the crowd,       
"we'll bring on some older girls to continue with the men's training." 

The younger girls waved to the audience and walked off stage. As they 
exited to the left, much older girls walked on stage to the right. There 
was the same number of girls as the group that just left.  This group of 
young women all appeared to be in their early twenties. The girls took 
my breath away. They were all very tall and awesomely endowed, and they 
were all gorgeous blondes as well. Each was wearing the same color pink 
string bikini. I couldn't help but gasp at their attributes. I sure hope 
Eva didn't catch my reaction. 

"Ouch!" I yelped. Eva had dug her fingers into my shoulder. I guess she 
had detected my reaction. 

The women each walked up to a man at random and with lightening 
quickness put each man into a very personal and very compromising 
position. 

Ms. Pierce with the microphone still in her hand walked over to the 
first young lady and began to lecture once more. "Remember 
ladies....some men may say their breast men....others may say their ass 
men.....but their all leg men....they simply can't help 
themselves....it's coded in their genes. So remember to always give them 
a big dose of your sexy legs....Trust me...they'll love it." 

She bent down to get a better look at the hold the young girl had put on 
the first man. The young blond was sitting on his chest and was pinning 
his hands down with her knees. His head was surrounded by acres of young 
sexy thigh meat. Hardly any of his head could be seen between her legs. 
To finish his predicament the girl had her arms folded at her chest and 
was looking down at him in a very dominant pose. 

"Now girls, this is a very standard maneuver. I recommend you use this 
hold on your man often, both in the preparation phase and in the 
maintenance phase of his training. As you can see, he's totally 
helpless. She could hold him like this forever if she wanted too, and I 
do recommend that you keep him like this for some time. His mind is 
trying, at this very moment, to come to grips with the fact that she is 
much stronger than him, and that he is totally at her mercy. In effect 
he has entered another world...a world of sexy strong female legs and 
total male helplessness. For him, his universe has become her 
controlling legs, and as he peers up between his sexy leg prison, all he 
can see is her dominant form above him." 

Ms. Pierce patted the girl on the back and said, "Nice job 
Stacey....perfectly executed. The girl smiled up at her as Ms. Pierce 
walked on to the next girl. 

This young women had her man in a body scissors and his hands were 
helplessly pinned to his sides by her legs. While her legs worked his 
body, his head was held tightly against  her breasts. The girl had 
discarded her top and his face was smothered in boob meat as she powered 
down on his midsection with her legs. 

"As you can see, this man is totally helpless as well. He can't even 
extricate his hands from their leg prison. That really has to add to his 
feeling of helplessness, girls....And the titty smother is another nice 
touch." 

Then she added almost as a side bar, "Remember, The holds that you 
employ are totally up to you....Use techniques that bring you the most 
pleasure. After all, your pleasure is the prime concern. You may even 
want to employ some of his favorite maneuvers......Yes, ladies all the 
men here are in heaven. In spite of the fact, that they have just been 
subdued and placed in these holds against their wills. The reality is, 
that they simply wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right 
now, but between these girls legs or breasts or ass cheeks. Yes, it's 
one of natures laws.....so take full advantage of it." 

As I looked on. I knew I had been put in all of these holds myself. The 
founder of WIC was right. I knew I had grown to love all the holds, even 
crave them. I looked up at Eva, she caught my glance and smiled at me. 
It was like she read my mind. At that very moment, I wished that her 
long powerful legs were encircling my head...squeezing me....controlling 
me. I simply couldn't get enough anymore. 

Ms. Pierce said, "Good hold, Pam," and moved on. 

The next girl had her man in another very standard hold. She was behind 
him with her legs encircling his head. His whole world was her 
controlling legs. She also had hold of his wrists with her hands. Like 
the others, he was totally helpless. 

"This girls is a classic maneuver. I recommend you use this one for 
hours....He'll grow to love it!" 

Ms. Pierce smiled down at the girl, and said, "Nice!" and moved on. 

The next girl had her man in a reverse head scissors. As Ms. Pierce 
walked over, he was still trying to pry the young girls legs apart. 
"This one has spirit," Ms. Pierce informed the audience, "if you get a 
man with some metal toughness.....just keep applying these preparation 
techniques and he'll come around." 

She winked at the audience and stated, "They all do in the end." 

As she started to move toward the last girl, she turned and said, "Your 
applying the hold perfectly, Danielle......That's my favorite hold too." 

That brought a big smile to Danielle's face. As I looked on, I knew that 
was one of my favorites as well. 

The last girl was the smallest of the five blondes and was dealing with 
the biggest man of the group. He must have been eight inches taller and 
seventy five pounds heavier than the girl, but she was unquestionably in 
control. She sat facing his feet, her butt was squarely resting on his 
face, and she was pulling some of his chest hairs with her fingers. The 
man had his hands on her thighs, but I wasn't sure if he was trying to 
push her off or he was just feeling her legs up. To add to his dilemma, 
the girl was wiggling her ass back and forth on his face and smiling for 
the crowd who was eating it up. 

"Great job! Kim. As you can see, ladies, she has things well in hand. I 
don't think it's just a coincidence how well a man's nose and face fit 
right into a ladies butt crack. It's like there faces were tailor made 
for this procedure....Nature sure has thought of everything." 

The crowd broke out into laughter. 

"And that brings us full circle, ladies. Sometime, during a man's 
training, he will surrender completely to your feminine wilds.....He 
will actually lose the will power to mount any further resistance. It's 
like a circuit breaker, being thrown, in their brains...That switch was 
built into their minds by nature.  At that point, he will completely and 
utterly be yours. You have already taken his body.....inexorably his 
mind will follow. From then on you are the boss and can do with him as 
you please. In almost every case, he will beg you to control him....to 
use many of these techniques on him. It's only a matter of maintenance 
after that." 

The audience started to applaud. 

She quieted them for just a second more. 

"Remember, evolution has given us everything necessary for the 
subjugation and control of the male of our species. The only impediment 
in nature's grand scheme is that  we have the will to do so and to use 
our bodies in the proper manner." 

She bowed slightly after her speech and the audience started chanting 
her name. "Constance!....Constance!..Constance!" 

In a very loud voice she shouted above the crowd's chanting, "IT"S ONLY 
A MATTER OF TIME!.....WE WILL RULE!" 

The crowd went wild. The place was in a state of bedlam. It lasted for 
over five minutes as first Ms. Pierce and then the five girls took some 
bows. All the men in attendance were forced to clap and whistle as well. 

Finally, Ms. Pierce asked the crowd above the uproar, "Would you like to 
see the girls use some more holds on our test subjects?" 

The crowd yelled, "YES!....YES!" 

I was glad that we were going to see some more techniques. Maybe, there 
would be one or two that Eva hadn't used on me. 

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The limousine finally pulled up to the convention center. Gundy and Inga 
were getting impatient as the twenty minute ride from the restaurant 
turned into an hour because of traffic. The girls stared wide-eyed at 
the crowd in front of the convention center and the big neon sign 
welcoming delegates and friends to the first annual WIC convention. To 
their surprise and amazement many of the women standing in line where 
carrying a man. It was the first time they had seen so many women, like 
themselves, in one place. 

Everyone piled out and the women gathered up the men in their arms and 
ran to the line. Brome couldn't help but laugh as she followed the rest 
of the entourage at a somewhat slower pace. It was like they couldn't 
wait another minute to get inside, and see all the wonders that awaited 
them, but wait they did. They had to tone down their excitement for 
nearly twenty minutes as the line slowly snaked its way to the ticket 
window. 

Once inside, Gundy and Inga gawked at all the people and wonders they 
saw. The ticket lady smiled. She had seen the same look on many of the 
girls faces that day. She could tell they weren't members from their 
ticket stubs and their looks of awe as they glanced toward the 
convention floor. 

She smiled and pointed to a very large booth, "You ladies may want to 
start at the membership booth. It's the first booth before the 
convention floor. The one next to it is where you register your subs 
after you become members." She glanced at the men and added, "You may be 
interested in that as well." 

"Oh mom! Can we join? This looks unbelievable," Gundy excitedly asked. 

"I don't see why not dear. I hear they have two chapters in Sweden," 
Helga explained. 

Gundy looked down at the little bundle she was carrying, like a baby, in 
her arms. She nuzzled his nose with hers and said, "Did you hear that, 
Hiram. There's places just like this in Sweden."  She kissed his cheek, 
looked towards her mother, and added, "Mom, we've got to register these 
little fellas too." 

"OK!.OK dear!....Let's go see what they have to offer." 

Helga, Inga, and Gundy all started walking towards the booths. Of 
course, the men had no choice, they were all being carried and hadn't 
been very successful in changing the women's minds in the past. Brome 
looked toward the convention floor and sighed. She wanted to start 
looking for Jim immediately, but instead she turned and walked behind 
her mother and sisters as they made their way to the booths. 

A half hour later the girls beamed as they walked toward the convention 
floor. Membership and registration of subs cost the ladies a thousand 
dollars each. Helga chuckled to herself as she thought that it was a 
good thing the men were rich. She was sure they wouldn't miss the money. 
They didn't seem to mind at all handing over their credit cards. 
Actually, what choice did they have? As they walked, she saw all the 
booths looming in the distance on the convention floor. This was going 
to be fun. Shopping was the Bromberg women's second passion. She was 
glad they had a limousine to cart everything home. She looked at her 
daughters and chuckled to herself once again. She didn't need to mention 
their first passion. 

Brome had paused to talk to a lady at the registration booth when the 
other family members were done. At the moment, she was busy running her 
finger down a long list of sub names when she came to the name she was 
looking for. Her heart started to beat wildly when she saw the name Jim 
Prescott. He was registered and the time read 11:05 A.M. with today's 
date. He still might be hear she thought. 

She quickly caught up to her mother and yelled out excitedly, "Mom..Mom 
he's registered....he still might be hear...I have to look for him...I 
have to look for him now." 

"OK dear! Take Gundy to help you look....This place is huge. Inga and I 
will look for him too as we visit the booths." 

Gundy looked disappointed, but said she'd help. 

Brome kissed her sister and said, "I'll make it up to you Gundy...We can 
come here tomorrow too. The conventions running all weekend." 

Gundy smiled and shook her head, resigned to the fate of helping her 
sister. She wouldn't be selfish, she really liked Jim too. Then she told 
Brome, "I could be more helpful if I leave Hiram with Mom and Inga." 

Brome stated, "No, that will slow them down too much."       Brome 
thought a second and came up with a solution, "We can drop him off at 
Macholand before we start looking." 

Gundy giggled and asked, "Macholand?...What in heavens name is that?" 

That's the baby sitting service the club has set up for women at the 
convention." Then she pointed off to the left and added, I just saw a 
sign....It's off in that direction." 

The girls hurried off. 

Helga and Inga yelled after them, "Good hunting!" 

Brome turned around and acknowledged their well wishes.  Helga thought 
it was the first time she saw Brome excited and truly happy in days. 

She turned to Inga and asked, "Well, where do you want to start?" 

"At the beginning, of course. I don't want to miss a single booth," she 
said excitedly. 

Harvey and Evander remained quiet, on the two women's hips, as they 
patiently waited for the women to make up their minds. They didn't know 
women like the Brombergs existed a week ago. Now, here were thousands of 
women just like Helga and Inga walking everywhere. It was a little too 
much for their minds to accept. They couldn't have spoken even if the 
women were talking to them. 

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It took Brome and Gundy about ten minutes to find the place. It was a 
fenced in area with a big sign over the gate proclaiming in big bold 
letters that this was indeed Macholand. Two very young girls who 
couldn't be more than fourteen or fifteen were at the gate and they were 
dressed in elf costumes complete with hat and shoes. On the girls the 
costumes looked good. Beyond the gate Gundy could see more girls inside 
dressed in the same costumes and they were taking care of about forty or 
fifty men and teenage boys. Gundy couldn't help but chuckle as they 
walked up to the gate. 

One of the elf's immediately spoke up, "Hello, I'm elf Nancy...Do you 
wish to leave that precious little bundle with us?" 

Brome answered, "Yes, we'll, be back for him in about two hours." 

"That's fine," elf Nancy replied as she took Hiram from Gundy's arms. 
She nuzzled his cheek and said, "Coochie-coo." 

Hiram looked up at her and then glanced at Gundy with more than a little 
concern. 

Gundy didn't say anything, but was frowning at the turn of events. 

After some more nuzzling, elf Nancy looked over at the two women and 
asked, "He'll be completely safe here....Do you want him to take a nap?" 

This time Gundy answered. "I would like that...It's been a long day for 
him already." 

Elf Nancy nuzzled Hiram's face once more and asked Gundy, "What's your 
name please?" 

Gundy frowned even more noticeably, at the nuzzling, this time, but kept 
her temper and stated proudly, "Gundella Bromberg." 

The other girl who's name and title could be read from a badge on her 
chest started writing down the information. Her name was elf Karen and 
she was head pixie in charge of Macholand. She wrote Gundy's name on a 
bracelet and locked it in place around Hiram's right wrist. 

As Nancy began to walk away with Hiram, nuzzling his face the whole 
time, Karen added, "Just show us your membership card or some 
identification, when you return, and we'll give him back to you." 

Gundy was nodding in agreement, but she really wasn't listening. She was 
more interested in what elf Nancy was doing at the moment. 

Karen went on with her little speech, "After his little nappie, We'll 
have him watch a WIC video or play with some of the other men at one of 
the play stations." 

As Hiram was carried off Gundy could here him saying, "I don't want to 
take a nap. I own my own business for Christ sake! I'm a captain of 
industry." 

Elf Nancy nuzzled his face for about the hundredth time and stated 
firmly, "I'm sure you are, but the lady says you have to take a 
nap....and she's the boss. Now, you don't want a spanking....Do you?." 

Gundy heard that and looked apprehensively to the other girl. 

Before Gundy could say anything elf Karen said, "Don't worry, I won't 
let her spank him. We don't spank unless we have permission." 

Brome grabbed Gundy's arm and dragged her away. She yelled back, 
"Thanks!" as she carted Gundy off towards the convention floor. Gundy 
kept looking back till they were out of sight. 

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The second presentation had been over for five minutes. This time there 
wasn't an intermission between shows. Instead, there was a young teenage 
girl doing a gymnastics routine on the mat that was laid out for her on 
stage. She was wearing a standard gymnastics outfit. She couldn't have 
been more than four feet eleven and ninety five pounds. She reminded me 
of the girl gymnasts you saw on TV at the Olympics. She really didn't 
fit the stereotype of one of the girls from Garden Valley Idaho, but she 
was cute.  

Music was playing as she did her routine and she really hammed it up for 
the crowd as she somersaulted all about. There was one twist to her 
program though. She wasn't alone onstage. There was a teenage boy with 
her on the mat. I thought he was about sixteen or seventeen. He must 
have been about five foot seven or eight and about a hundred and fifty 
pounds. She had flawlessly incorporated the boy into her routine. 

At the moment, she had him around the head and she was flipping him head 
over heels onto the mat. Then she would somersault over to him keeping 
in beat with the music. When she got to him she would perform another 
maneuver with her rag doll. The boy was completely overwhelmed and 
couldn't react quick enough to the girls actions. Whatever she did with 
him seemed to fit perfectly into her routine. 

Her next maneuver had her cart wheel over to the boy and catch his head 
between her tiny feet. While she was in a hand stand, she effortlessly 
flipped him over onto the mat. As she got up, she extended her hands to 
a crescendo in the music. I thought if this was an Olympic routine she 
still would have a perfect score up till this point. 

For her next maneuver, she twisted the boys arm and flipped him into a 
pile in the corner. She then did a few flips over into the other corner 
and turned and waited. The boy got up with unsteady legs and the girl 
took off doing back flips over to the boy. With her last flip she 
somersaulted high into the air and landed on the boys shoulders, her 
tiny but mighty legs encircling the boys neck. His hands went 
immediately to her legs and he tried to pry them away. The boy walked 
around with the girl for a second or two, but finally his legs gave out 
and the girl slowly sank to the mat. She landed with her feet on the 
floor while the boy was on his knees. Her legs still gripped his head 
tightly in a scissors hold and as soon as her feet touched the floor she 
extended her hands out and up as if she had just finished a vault. The 
audience went wild. The boy still had his hands around her legs, but he 
wasn't having much luck in prying her legs apart. 

Just then the music changed. I recognized the selection from star wars. 
It was when R2D2 first meets the Jawahs. As soon as the music changed 
the girl began to walk the boy around the mat between her tiny but 
mighty thighs. The boy had no choice but to follow. Whistles and cheers 
could be heard from the audience as she put the boy through his paces. I 
have to admit she accomplished this part of her routine in a very sexy 
manner. I couldn't help but cheer and applaud myself. 

By this time, the boy could barely stand his feet were so unsteady. He 
looked like he was drunk as he staggered around. Even that fit perfectly 
into the routine. She grabbed him by the neck and sexily walked him 
around in a circle, swaying her hips to the music, as she pranced about 
with the boy in tow. The audience kept time by clapping like a crowd 
does at a European circus. 

Her finale was breathtaking. It reminded me of an apache dance. She 
slapped his face back and forth with just enough force to make it look 
real. He really looked like a rag doll on stage with his arms and legs 
flailing about everywhere as she girlhandled him with her short but very 
strong arms. After the slapping routine, she did a dizzying array of 
throws and flips on the boy in a very short time period. As he landed, 
she somersaulted over to him and immediately had him spinning off in 
another direction. 

This time, the music was the theme from the movie 2001. It built to its 
finale as her movements became more spirited and forceful on stage as 
well. Finally, the boy was flipped one last time and as he got to his 
feet the small girl somersaulted over to him, lifted him up by his side 
onto her shoulders, and started to walk around the stage with him as the 
music hit its crescendo. 

The audience gave the girl a standing ovation. At this point, I didn't 
stand like everyone else did. I think the routine made Eva horny. While 
I was sitting on her lap, she grabbed my chin with one of her hands and 
made me look right at her. Then she laid a heavy wet kiss smack on my 
lips....it took my breath away. 

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Helga and Inga decided to start their perusal of the convention floor 
with the far isle way. They thought it was the first isle. Actually, it 
was the last isle of the convention. It was the isle where games of 
chance and other unusual sights and odd booths could be found. Inga 
thought it reminded her of  booths one might find at an American county 
fair. She had read about and saw such fairs in the movies. 

As they moved into the aisle, a big thrown dominated the right side of 
the aisle way. A very tall women was sitting on the thrown and there was 
a line of people waiting to see her. She was wearing a bikini and she 
had a jeweled crown on her head just like royalty. There was some young 
girls dressed in elf's costumes by a small gate before her. The gate was 
blocked with a sash that was hooked to one of the posts. One man at a 
time was led to the thrown by one of the elves. Usually, a woman 
followed the man up to the thrown. 

The woman would reach down and place the man on her lap and talk to him 
while another elf snapped their picture. Inga and Helga's curiosity's 
were aroused, so they decided to see what all the fuss was about. 

When it finally was their turn, the two women and the two men were 
escorted up to the thrown. The woman's name was Ingrid Luberger and she 
was from the German chapter of WIC.  She was the tallest woman member of 
WIC standing an imposing seven foot four and one half inches in height. 
In her high heels she was over two and a half feet taller than Evander. 
She got up and stood next to him, as he tilted his head all the way back 
to look up at her. He of course, had his mouth open in awe as he gazed 
up at the mountain of a woman before him. 

It seemed, all the men reacted to Ingrid in the same manner. They were 
more than a little intimidated by her height in spite of her great 
beauty. She confided to Inga and Helga that the reaction of fear on the 
men's faces saddened her. Before they left for the next booth the women 
got a great picture of the guys each sitting on one of Ingrid's 
shoulders. She even autographed the picture for the two women. 

After they left Ingrid behind, the women reached down and placed the two 
men on their hips once again and started to stroll down the aisle way. 
The next booth that caught there attention was manned by three women of 
varying ages. There was a girl in her twenties, another girl looked to 
be about sixteen and the third girl looked to be about thirteen. All the 
girls were wearing bikinis and were very beautiful. There was three 
shelves of prizes behind them. On the top shelf were the most expensive 
prizes. 

The booth turned out to be an arm wrestling booth. Men could challenge 
one of the girls to and arm wrestling contest. The older the girl you 
challenged the better the prizes would be if you won. Helga looked at 
the shelves. There didn't seem to be any empty spaces on any of the 
shelves. 

They paused and watched the two matches that were going on at the 
moment. The men's girlfriends were cheering them on as the men strained 
with effort. The youngest girl was taking on a teenage boy of about 
eighteen. His face was a stunning shade of purple as he strained with 
all his might to put the young girl's hand down. His hand was even 
shaking from the great effort he was putting into the match. The girl 
had her free hand up to her mouth and tried to hide her chuckles as he 
strained and strained. The young girl didn't seem to be exerting herself 
at all. As the boy tired, his hand started to move inexorably downward. 
Helga knew the girl could have beaten him at any time. She was just 
playing with him. Finally, his hand hit the counter and he slumped over 
in exhaustion. The girl bent over the counter, kissed him on the cheek, 
and yelled out, "Good match!" 

The boy hung his head down and took a quick glance at his girl friend 
who was shaking her head but smiling. 

"I didn't make you mine because of your muscles," she exclaimed. Then 
she reached over and gathered up the boy in her arms and strolled off 
with him. 

The other match pitted a man in his late twenties with the sixteen year 
old girl. He was a few pounds heavier and an inch or two taller than the 
girl, but he was faring no better than the other guy did. In fact, the 
girl was ignoring him as he struggled. She was talking to the man's dom 
as the match continued on and the man struggled and struggled. The girls 
arm stayed straight up at ninety degrees as the two women discussed the 
latest fall line of clothing. 

Finally, the girl looked back at the man and said, "Oh! I forgot about 
you," and gently but firmly touched the man's hand to the counter. He 
got a kiss for his efforts as well. 

After the second couple moved off, the oldest women looked at Harvey on 
Helga's hip and asked, "Want to wrestle?" 

He looked her over and answered in a somewhat timid voice, "You'd 
slaughter me!" 

The young woman laughed and offered a proposition. "How about if I let 
you have a freebie, and I'll use only three fingers against your whole 
hand....What do you say sport?" 

Harvey looked up at Helga. She smiled at him, shrugged, and said, "What 
do you have to lose. I know your not Hercules." 

All the women laughed and that got Harvey's competitive juices flowing. 
The match was on, Beth's three fingers against Harvey's whole hand. The 
match lasted ten seconds. It ended predictably. Harvey couldn't stop his 
arm from hitting the counter. He was really embarrassed at the loss as 
the other women cheered and clapped for Beth.  

Beth smiled a wicked little smile at Harvey, got another idea, and said, 
"What do ya say to another match Hercules....How about if I use only two 
fingers this time. 

Harvey knew he'd probably lose, but with this handicap, How could he 
turn her down? Helga would never let him hear the end of it if he 
chickened out. So he accepted....What choice did he have? 

This time Beth used only two fingers. She even showed some strain on her 
face as she put his hand down in just under a minute. The other girls 
clapped and cheered. Harvey feared he would hear one more proposition 
from the girl. He was right. 

"How about if I only use my pinky finger, honey...You think your man 
enough?" 

He sighed, shot a quick glance at Helga who was trying to contain her 
laughter, and grabbed Beth's pinky finger with his whole hand. The final 
match that took place will go down in the annals of wimp history 
forever. 

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Gundy and Brome decided to split up and look for Jim and Eva. Each 
started at one end of the convention floor and they met forty five 
minutes later near the middle. Neither had any luck. Gundy could see the 
sadness and desperation on Brome's face when they again found each 
other. 

Gundy offered to look once more. "Why don't we start over and try again. 
This place is really crowded. It would be very easy to miss them." 

Brome looked at her sister, gave a forced little smile, and said, 
"Thanks Gundy!....I will make this up to you." 

She hugged her sister tight for a few seconds. Then they were off again 
searching the convention floor. 

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A very strange booth caught Helga and Inga's attention. The woman 
manning the booth was alone and the booth was decorated very exotically. 
The strange old woman was dressed in gypsy clothes and there was only 
one thing on the counter, a big crystal ball. A sign over the booth read 
Madam Nanuchka fortunes told and spells cast. 

The two women couldn't help but be curious. They strolled over to the 
booth and when the old woman spied Helga a strange smile danced across 
her face. 

As soon as Helga walked over, the old woman asked, "You are worried 
about one of your daughters...No?" 

"How did you know that?" Helga asked in a surprised tone. 

"Madam Nanuchka knows all," she stated in an even voice, "would you care 
to buy a spell?" 

Helga shot back, "This is the nineties, were in New York City, I don't 
believe in that sort of thing." 

Madam Nanuchka laughed and said, "Since I've moved to New York my 
business has been almost too much for me to handle. There is a place 
here they call Wall Street. You would be surprised how many people want 
spells cast." 

Helga smiled and said, "Thank you, but I don't think you can help me." 
Both Inga and Helga started to move away from the booth. 

"Wait! Madam Nanuchka shouted. 

Both women stopped and turned back toward her. 

"Here, Take my card. You never know when you may need my services." 

Helga paused a second, but took the card. 

Madam Nanuchka thought a moment herself then added, "I have a 
daughter...Her name is Sarina. She is a modern woman of the nineties. 
She lives back home in the bayou's of Louisiana. She has many college 
degrees....She knows all about how a man's mind works...about hypnotism 
and programming. She may be able to help your daughter. Take her card 
too." 

The old woman smiled a strange knowing smile at Helga as she took the 
card. It made Helga uneasy. 

A few moments later, Helga walked away from the booth. She turned one 
last time to look at the old lady. She was still smiling that weird 
knowing smile at her. She was going to throw the cards away, but for 
some reason she tucked them in Harvey's shirt pocket and walked towards 
another booth. 

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The third part of the show...the combat demonstrations were almost over. 
I had to turn away a couple of times. The men were really taking their 
lumps. During the whole showing, I didn't see one man score any sort of 
hit except Bill and he wasn't doing so well either. The men were 
hopelessly outclassed. 

After the show ended, I was very proud to see that Bill was one of only 
three men that sort of walked off under their own power. Marcy draped 
his arm around  her shoulder and helped him off stage. I noticed, for 
the most part, that his feet were still touching the floor. 

When all the competitors came back onstage for a curtain call, Bill was 
the only man that wasn't dragged or carried back onstage. I thought he 
must be one tough dude. As the show ended, Ms. Pierce again assured the 
crowd that the men were all right and all would wake up none the worse 
for wear. I thought if that was in deed the case, Why did their faces 
look like mincemeat? 

We were supposed to meet Bill and Marcy at their combat booth in an hour 
and a half. I thought it would take Bill at least that long to recover. 
We sat in our seats as the people cleared out. To my surprise Mandy 
showed up again and started talking excitedly to Eva. 

"Do you like designer clothes, Eva?" she asked. 

I thought that was sort of a redundant question. Eva was a woman. 

"A couple of the designers are having a special showing in the back. 
It's exclusive....only for club members. We can get some real bargains 
on nighties, bikinis, and special costumes." 

I saw Eva's eyes light up. I knew she was a clothes horse. 

Eva asked, "Can we take Jim?" 

Mandy thought a second and suggested, "We can leave him in 
Macholand...He'll be all right there for an hour or two." 

What the hell was Macholand I wondered. 

Eva thought for a few moments, seemed to make up her mind, and nodded in 
the affirmative. 

I had no idea what Macholand was, but I was about to find out. 

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Gundy and Brome met once again in the middle of the convention floor. 
Again neither girl had any luck. Gundy thought Brome looked even more 
despondent this time. 

"Why don't you go and find mom and Inga, Gundy.....And thank you for 
your help!" Brome said in a sad voice. 

Gundy looked at her sister and wanted to cry. For some reason she 
thought about Eva and was very angry at her. How could she steal Brome's 
man? 

Brome was going to continue looking for Jim. She promised Gundy she 
would meet the family in an hour right at this spot. Gundy gave her 
sister a hug and headed off for Machland to pick up Hiram. When she 
thought about Hiram her smile returned to her face. He really was the 
cutest little thing she had ever seen....Even cuter than Jim she 
thought. Maybe, she couldn't have Jim, but Hiram was going to be hers 
for ever and ever. 

Elf Nancy was still there. In fact, she was the one that brought Hiram 
over. She was still nuzzling his face as she walked back towards Gundy. 
Gundy shook her head, looked up at the ceiling, and somehow maintained 
her temper. 

Elf Nancy placed the precious little bundle back in Gundy's arms. Hiram 
was still mumbling something about being a captain of industry. Gundy 
immediately quieted him with a nuzzle or two of her own. That seemed to 
irritate elf Nancy. Gundy caught her reaction and smiled. Sorry elf 
Nancy, she thought, your never going to see Hiram Peabody again. 

Before she took off to find her mom and sister, for some reason, she 
glanced at the sleeping area inside the compound. She gave a startled 
little gasp. There was Jim sitting on one of the cots. 

"Is there something the matter?" elf Nancy asked. 

"Why no! Absolutely not!" Gundy shot back and took off in a jog to find 
Brome and tell her the good news. Hiram was still mumbling something 
about owning a 100 million dollar company, but she glanced down to make 
sure he was secure and held him tightly to her as she loped through the 
aisle ways. 

It took her almost twenty minutes to find Brome in the crowded 
convention center. She had to catch her breath before she was able to 
blurt it all out, but she eventually managed to tell Brome the whole 
story. Excitedly, Brome told her to find their mom and Inga and to meet 
her at the entrance. She would somehow figure a way to get Jim out of 
Macholand. When the plan was set, both girls took off in opposite 
directions. 

Brome made it to Macholand in two minutes flat. She saw Jim immediately 
and her heart began to race once again. She calmed herself, took her 
badge off her chest with her name on it, pulled her club ID card out, 
and walked up to elf Nancy. She held her fingers over her first name and 
flashed her ID in elf Nancy's face. 

"I'm in a hurry could you please give me back my little guy," she 
pointed towards Jim and said, "He's over there..My name is Eva 
Bromberg." 

Elf Nancy saw the last name on the card, smiled, and immediately took 
off to get Jim. Brome's heart raced as she watched elf Nancy look at the 
bracelet around Jim's wrist and then scoop Jim up in her arms and start 
to carry him over. Brome nervously looked all around to see if she could 
see Eva coming. She was nowhere in sight. 

"Here's your precious little bundle,"  elf Nancy said, but before she 
handed him over she nuzzled his nose one last time. Brome watched 
disgustedly...elf Nancy was obviously a chronic nose nuzzler. 

She immediately took Jim from the nose nuzzler. Jim stared into her eyes 
with a perplexed look on his face. 

"Who...Who are you?" he asked. 

Brome was startled at his lack of recognition, but slipped her hand over 
his mouth to silence him. 

"He's always in a fog when he wakes up from a nap," she told the nose 
nuzzler. "Got to run..Ta!Ta!" she said as she took off.    Jim was 
already starting to struggle in her arms, but she had him under firm 
control. 

Elf Nancy waved good-bye as Brome quickly disappeared out of sight. 

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Twenty minutes later the family was back in the limo. Brome still had 
her hand over Jim's mouth as he struggled in her arms. 

"What has she done with him?" Inga asked. 

"She's brainwashed him. I knew he wouldn't stand a chance against her," 
Brome informed the group. 

"We can't go back to the apartment...that's the first place Eva will 
look," Helga added. 

An unexpected voice spoke next, "We can go to my place. I have a whole 
floor to myself and plenty of room." 

Inga looked down, smiled at Evander, and kissed his cheek. 

Helga said to the driver, "Please take us to Evander Honeycutt's 
apartment....Do you know where it is?" 

The driver glanced in his rear view mirror, shook his head at the sight 
he saw in the back seat, and said, "Yes Ma'am!" 

"Good!" Brome answered. That takes care of one problem. Now, what about 
poor Jim here?" He was still struggling in Brome's arms and she still 
had her hand over his mouth. 

Helga thought a second and remembered the old lady at the show. She 
reached in Harvey's pocket and pulled out the cards. 

"I just might have a person who can help Jim, and bring back his memory 
too," Helga stated as she looked at the cards, "her name is 
Sarina....and she lives in Louisiana....Her mother says she's an expert 
with men's minds." 

Helga looked at the cards more closely and found humor in the irony of 
the situation. Sarina's  mother, the old woman, plied her gypsy ways in 
New York City. While Sarina, the college graduate, lived in the bayou's 
of Louisiana. She shook her head and thought..only in America. 

Helga was lifted from her thoughts by Jim. He said, "Mmmpphh!" Brome's 
hand was still over his mouth. 

The women ignored Jim as Brome asked, "How will I get there?" 

It was Evander who came to the rescue once again. "You can have the use 
of my personal jet. You'll be there this evening. All I have to do is 
pull a few strings." 

Inga looked down, smiled at Evander for the suggestion, hugged him 
tight, and pulled his strings." 

"Great! Helga replied, "Eva will never find you there." 

Brome smiled at her mom, but a bad feeling engulfed her...She had great 
respect for Eva's ingenuity. She wasn't so sure Jim would be safe till 
he could be deprogrammed, and make his own choices. 


To be continued... 

In future chapters look for Brome to head down to bayou country to seek 
aid from Sarina. 

The rest of the family attends another tall woman's club meeting. 

And Helga finally has her dinner date with Jim's dad. 











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