My Swedish Vacation     Chapter 15
By Valerafon
Brome and Jim meet Sarina and the TWC meets again.



This is a work of fiction and should not be read by anyone under the age 
of eighteen. Please do not read further if you are offended by violence 
and or sexual content. 



Chapter  15     Brome and Jim Meet Sarina 


The big black limo moved through the tunnel and onto the concourse. In a 
matter of seconds, it came to halt right in front of the big jet. The 
captain upon seeing the entourage arrive, headed up the stairs to 
prepare the plane for departure. A tall lady with short cropped blonde 
hair, in a conservative business dress, waited at the foot of the stairs 
going over the contents of a clipboard, which she held in her hand. The 
limo driver got out and moved quickly around the car to open the doors. 

"Who's that?" Inga inquired. 

Evander looked up and back at Inga from his vantage point on her lap and 
said a little sheepishly, "Oh that's Sam...ahh Samantha...ahh Samantha 
Foxx..my girl Friday." 

The chauffeur opened the door where Inga and Evander were seated, half 
way back in the car, and then went to open the rear door. 

Inga frowned and said, "Your Girl Friday?" 

Evander stuttered and stammered through a further explanation. A look of 
fear spreading across his face as he saw the scowl appear on Inga's 
face. "SSShe arranges things for me...SSShe's like my major-domo..YYYou 
know, she handles all the details....I'mmm certain She's taken care of 
everything in Louisiana. SSShe's going with Brome on the plane." 

By this time the rear door had been opened. Brome half listening to the 
conversation and half struggling with Jim, shook her head and laughed at 
Evander's predicament, as she exited the car. As she did so, she had to 
concern herself completely with her own problems. She held one of her 
hands firmly over Jim's mouth and had his right arm bent behind his back 
and was controlling it with her other arm. As the duo moved forward, 
Jim's feet were half dragged along and half suspended in air as Brome 
had to almost lift the man off the ground to control his movements. 
Samantha Foxx looked up from her concerns, for a moment, but quickly 
turned her attention back to the clipboard. Jim continued to struggle, 
but got nowhere...as usual. 

Inga listened to the executives explanation and then said, "I see!" 

Brome yelled as Jim continued to struggle, "Inga hurry!" 

Inga started to get out, but Evander halted her with a plea, "Let me 
handle this...I need to talk to Samantha alone...Would you mind staying 
in the car?" Then he looked into her lovely blue eyes and the real 
reason came out, "Please don't carry me outside." 

Inga sighed heavily, but nodded her acceptance of the little man's 
wishes. 

The diminutive executive kissed her on the cheek and said, "Thanks!" 
then started to move out of the car. Inga grabbed his hand before he 
could extricate himself completely, and as he turned and looked at her, 
his face betrayed his nervousness as he waited for her next words. 

Inga added to his discomfort by saying the obvious, "She's very young 
and very good looking....Isn't she?" 

"She is?" Evander stated in an even tone looking at Sam and then back at 
Inga. Then he said what any man would say in a similar situation, "I 
hadn't noticed." 

Inga shook her head and sighed heavily once more, but didn't comment 
further. Rather, her face showing her displeasure at the turn of events. 

Evander  pulled away from Inga and moved quickly toward his girl Friday. 
Sam noticing her boss for the first time, looked up and gave him a big 
warm smile as he approached. 

Inga noticing the smile, scrutinized the pair from the car,  as they 
talked. Her arms folded about her chest as she appraised the two, 
watching their body language very closely. The frown on her face getting 
ever bigger as she looked on. 

They talked for almost five minutes. Samantha looking down at her 
clipboard from time to time and occasionally writing down something as 
Evander talked. About half way through the conversation, Evander looked 
at his watch and motioned for Brome to get on the plane. 

Brome had been patiently waiting and had Jim under firm control even 
though he continued to struggle. Where was he getting all his energy 
from Brome wondered as she continued to try and break free. 

After the signal, Brome changed her hold on Jim and with one quick easy 
motion, threw him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Before she 
went up the stairs, she paused a moment, bending down and giving Evander 
a peck on the cheek, and said warmly to him, "Thanks." 

Evander nodded and smiled. Samantha looked on, her sunglasses hiding her 
thoughts, but a wide grin could be seen on her beautiful face as she 
followed, with her eyes, the big blonde's assent up the stairs and onto 
the plane. 

Evander gave Samantha a few more instructions. She nodded and quickly 
ascended the steps herself, but before she did, she also gave the little 
executive a kiss on the cheek. 

Evander putting his hand up to his cheek, turned and walked back to the 
limo..his gaze never leaving the ground. In a few more seconds he was 
back on Inga's lap. 

Inga grabbed his head and made him look right into her blazing blue 
eyes. "So, tell me about this Samantha Foxx," she said with feigned 
sweetness in her voice. 

"It's a long story," Evander said cautiously as he continued to stare 
into her big blue eyes. 

"That's OK, we have the time...It's a forty minute ride back to your 
apartment....Right Herbert? She said as she looked up and questioned the 
chauffeur. 

Herbert looked through the mirror at the couple in the middle row of 
seats and said, "right ma'am." His gaze fixing on the beautiful young 
teen for a few seconds more before he started the car. He shook his 
head, I wish I was rich he said to himself for about the millionth time 
in the last few days. Then he started up the limo and headed for the 
tunnel. 

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Eva was furious. She had just spent the last five minutes yelling at the 
top of her lungs at elf Nancy, who's tears had already smeared her elf 
makeup. The Amazonian teen was still crying and in a total panic. 

"It wasn't my fault," Elf Nancy said for the umteenth time. 

Eva had her hands folded about her chest and was tapping her foot on the 
ground in a menacing manner, just listening to the young teen's 
explanation. 

Elf Nancy continued to sob and gave Eva a pitiful look. She said 
imploringly, "She had your name on her ID and she looked exactly like 
you." 

"How could she look exactly like her." Mandy interrupted giving elf 
Nancy a look of total disbelief. 

Mandy was standing next to her new friend offering her as much support 
as she could. It had already crossed her mind that maybe this was her 
fault. She was the one who suggested leaving Jim in Macholand. Even as 
she thought this, she turned to elf Karen and added, "Her story is too 
unbelievable to be true." 

Eva finally got her temper under control and answered her friends last 
question. She was still nervously tapping her foot on the floor as she 
spoke. 

"It had to be my sister Brome. She looks very much like me," Eva stated 
in a somewhat cooler voice. 

"I'll call the police," elf Karen interjected. 

Elf Nancy started to cry again. 

Eva said in an even cooler voice, "That won't be necessary. I'm sure it 
was just my sister playing a little joke on me....Thanks for your 
concern...Then she turned to elf Nancy and said, "Sorry!" and started to 
walk away. 

Elf Nancy let out a big sigh of relief. 

Mandy caught up with her friend and said, "That was some joke your 
sister pulled." 

Eva looked at her friend and said, "It's a little more complicated than 
that. My sister Brome wants Jim too." 

Mandy stopped walking for a second and digested her friends last remark. 
"Now that's a real bad case of sibling rivalry," Mandy said and then 
shook her head at the implications. 

"No, all out war is more like it," Eva replied as she stopped a moment 
and looked directly at her friend. Then she added in a very serious 
tone, "And this sister's going to be the one that's victorious." Without 
waiting for a reply, she started walking towards the registration booths 
again. 

Mandy had to sprint to catch up with her friend, and as she caught up 
with Eva once again, she asked very seriously, "What are you going to do 
now?" 

"I registered Jim this morning. I can track his whereabouts through his 
transponder," Eva said smiling at Mandy as they walked. "It'll be a 
piece of cake tracking him down," she announced. Then in a very self 
assured voice she added, "I won't rest till I have him back!" 

 "What are you going to do about your sister, Brome, when you catch up 
with them?" Mandy asked curiously. 

Eva stopped once more, turned towards her friend, and regarded Mandy for 
a moment. She finally shrugged her shoulders and added in an uncertain 
voice, "I guess I'll cross that bridge when I come to it." 

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As Samantha walked down the isle, Jim saw her approach and yelled, 
"Help! I'm being kidnapped." 

Samantha stopped and regarded the man for a few seconds. Then gave him a 
big smile before she answered him, "Yes sir! Would you like a drink?" 

He looked at her incredulously for a few seconds. Then he blurted out, 
"A martini...please." 

Samantha gave him a big smile and patted his cheek. Jim sighed heavily 
and looked down. 

Brome felt his body relax for the first time since she found him. It's 
about time she thought. 

Brome turned her attention to Samantha and ordered a martini too. Then 
she asked as she stared right into the big blondes eyes, "Aren't you the 
least bit curious?" 

Ms. Foxx looking straight at Brome shook her head no and said, "Mr. 
Honeycutt doesn't pay me to be curious..He's explained everything I need 
to know." 

Shifting her gaze back to Jim she patted his cheek once again and added, 
"He is a darling little man...I hope everything works out for you." 

Jim started to struggle once again but Brome held him in an iron grip. 

He stopped momentarily and looked directly at Brome as he said angrily, 
"I don't know who you are or why your doing this, but Eva will rescue 
me." 

Brome's face became a mask of sadness and concern as she said to 
Samantha, "My sister's brainwashed him...He doesn't even know who I 
am..I hope this Sarina can help me." 

Samantha shook her head in understanding and offered, "We'll be landing 
in New Orleans in about ninety minutes....They'll be a completely 
outfitted land rover waiting for your use...I'm to drive you to 
Houma....It'll take us about an hour and a half to get there." Then she 
looked down at her ever present clip board for a few seconds and added, 
"Ms. Sarina has already been contacted and you have an appointment this 
evening at nine." She looked back at Jim and patted his face with one of 
her big hands again and said with hope in her voice, "I'm sure she'll 
help him." 

Brome said sincerely, "I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank you 
or Evander properly." 

Jim stopped struggling for a minute and looked at the big blonde in the 
isle way as she continued to play with his cheek and said, "Can I have 
my drink, please." 

Samantha laughed, patted him on the cheek once more, and went to get him 
and Brome their drinks. 

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Eva and Mandy looked on in disbelief as Jim's signal disappeared off the 
screen. 

"What happened? Eva asked the technician. 

The technician still staring at the screen said, "He's left the 
area...probably by plane...don't worry we have his transponder code...He 
can't hide from us....I'll alert the other chapters around the world." 

"How long will that take?" Mandy inquired. 

The technician looking up from the blank screen for the first time said 
in an even tone, "It may take as much as a day to track them..depending 
on their final destination...But I assure you, he can't get away." 

Eva shook her head in understanding, controlled her anger, and looked 
down at some papers in her hand. 

Staring at Eva, the technician offered in a more sympathetic tone of 
voice this time, "Why don't you go home and rest....I have your cell 
phone number....I'll call you as soon as I have his whereabouts 
pinpointed." 

Eva got up, smiled at the technician, and said in a very tired voice, 
"Thanks." 

Mandy offered confidently, "Don't worry..Once we know where he is...I'll 
get you booked on any flight we need." A big smile spread across Mandy's 
face as she proudly stated, "It's one of the perks of being a 
stewardess....and dating and controlling the right guys." 

Eva laughed at her friends comments,  and gave her a very warm but tired 
smile. Her smile conveyed her thanks. 

Mandy saw how tired and worried her friend looked and added, "Why don't 
you get some rest...I'll stay here and keep track of things." 

Eva looked back down at the paper and spoke to her friend as she scanned 
it's contents once again, "Thanks Mandy, but you've done enough....My 
mom and my other sisters registered some guys today here at the 
convention...I have the guy's addresses...I think I can track my family 
down rather quickly with this information." 

Then looking up from the papers Eva said with resolution in her voice, 
"I think it's time I talk to my mother." 

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It was rush hour and it had taken longer to get out of New Orleans than 
anticipated. Samantha was driving and she listened to Brome's  story as 
she drove. For some reason, Brome trusted this woman and was telling 
Samantha her story in minute detail. Samantha listened intently and 
would offer a comment every now and then. 

Jim had stopped struggling and was staring out the window watching the 
changing scenery, but it was obvious he was listening intently as well. 
Every so often, he would turn back and stare at Brome when she would 
explain a particular event in Sweden. Jim wouldn't say anything. Rather, 
it looked as if he was trying to remember the details himself. The 
confusion on his face telling the women that Jim was having a hard time 
piecing together the details. 

As Brome talked, the scenery outside the window had slowly changed from 
urban sprawl into Southern Louisiana countryside. And as they got closer 
to Houma, it was as if they were entering another world. Every so often, 
Jim would notice a sign on the side of the road that had no writing on 
it. Instead, a gator would be pictured on the sign. Jim likened it to 
deer crossing signs he had seen up north. He had never been farther 
south than Atlantic City before and the moss covered trees gave him a 
feeling of going back in time. As they rounded each bend, he half 
expected to see a brigade of southern cavalry moving along the side of 
the road. 

Finally, Jim saw a sign that read Terrebonne Parish and then another 
that said Houma ten miles. Ten minutes later they whizzed right through 
Houma. It was a typical small southern town. Jim had seen a few in 
movies and this one looked like those examples. 

One thing did catch his attention as they drove right through the heart 
of Houma. There was a sign up in the middle of the square proclaiming 
that The New Growth Festival was being held this weekend. Jim thought 
that this festival had to be about the local crops. He had seen some 
sugarcane fields as they drove. As he thought further, and about all 
that had happened to him over the last few weeks or at least all that he 
could remember, he wasn't so sure the festival was about crops. 

About five miles on the other side of town, they turned off onto a dirt 
road, and Sarina's place was located at the end of the road about a mile 
from the cutoff. Her house was an old style Southern gray mansion with 
two huge columns being the dominant feature in front. It had the look of 
being at least a hundred years old if it was a day. As soon as Jim saw 
it, it gave him that feeling of going back in time again. It looked like 
the mansion had been cut out of a grove of cypress trees as they lined 
either side of the house with Spanish moss reaching toward the ground 
from there imposing limbs. Nearby, on the right side of the house, a 
boat was tied to a dock which jutted out into a medium sized river that 
snaked around the house and disappeared into a foreboding forest of 
trees in the distance. 

Jim shuddered as he got out of the car and looked around. The scenery 
was something right out of his worst nightmares. He couldn't even 
consider escaping at the moment. Where would he escape too? However, 
flight would have been impossible anyway because Brome had a firm grip 
on his right wrist. 

Finally, Brome broke the groups silence and commented, "This is an awful 
big place for one person." 

Samantha looked at Brome and said, "In my inquires, I was told that 
Sarina doesn't live here alone." 

Brome digested Samantha's words but didn't comment further. Instead, she 
moved up the short walk with Jim firmly in tow, though the twin columns 
that acted as imposing sentinels guarding the front of the house, and 
right up to the huge front doors. Jim didn't protest. Instead, he 
followed along meekly with Samantha following closely behind. 

The front doors were simply huge and very archaic looking. They had to 
be the original doors of the mansion Brome thought. Despite there age, 
they were sturdy looking and still in very good shape. Brome looked for 
a doorbell, but didn't find one. Instead, there was a huge door knocker 
located on one of the doors. It reminded her of the door knocker she 
remembered from the movie Frankenstein. She calmed herself and rapped 
loudly on the door using the large door knocker. It made a loud dull 
sound that resonated loudly throughout the quiet warm evening air. The 
sound gave her the chills. She looked at Jim and he was noticeably 
shaking while he waited for the door to open. Each of them having their 
own vision of who or what would answer the door. 

The little group didn't have long to wait. To their surprise it was a 
person none of them expected to see. The smallish young man was dressed 
in a green costume right out of the middle ages with a pointed hat and 
oddly shaped shoes. 

Startled at the man's appearance Brome blurted out, "Who are you?" 

"Are you the Bromberg party the man asked?" 

Brome nodded yes, and the man moved aside opening the doors wide and 
beckoning them inside. As he did so, he answered Brome's question, "I'm 
Robin Hood! Please follow me....mistress is waiting." 

The group followed the little man through the house as he led them out 
of the hallway into the huge dining area. Another man ignored them as 
they passed. He was dusting some statues. His attire was completely 
different from their escorts clothing. He was dressed like an eighteenth 
century buccaneer complete with sword and eye patch. Brome looked back 
at Samantha as she passed the very handsome man. This time even the 
stoic Samantha Fox was reacting to the man's attire and considerable 
good looks. Samantha tried to hold back some girlish giggles as she 
passed the man, but was unsuccessful. Despite Samantha's mood, Brome 
could tell she was surveying the man very closely in his skin tight 
outfit. 

Their escort stopped at a door just off  the dinning area and before he 
opened it, he announced to the group, "This is mistress's office...She 
is expecting you....Please go right in." 

The interior of the room was not what Brome expected to see. A rather 
large young woman with dark hair was siting in a rocker staring into a 
fire that blazed in a huge fireplace that dominated one side of the 
room. As they entered Sarina's lair, Brome quickly looked about. The 
room had been made into a large study with a desk in one corner and a 
number of bookcases lining the other wall. The only object that gave the 
room a modern look was the computer that occupied the left side of the 
huge archaic oak desk. There was a couch opposite Sarina's rocker and 
she beckoned them to sit as she spoke. 

"My name is Sarina Schriever she said in a sweet southern 
accent....Which of you is Brome Bromberg?" 

"I am," Brome answered as she sat opposite the very attractive woman." 

I see and then she turned to Samantha as she was seating herself on the 
other side of Jim. As she did so, Sarina inquired, "And you must be the 
lady I talked to on the phone....Samantha Foxx, correct?" 

Samantha shook her head yes, as she made herself comfortable on the huge 
couch. 

Then Sarina turned to Jim and said, "And this must be the unfortunate 
young man, Jim Preston..I believe." 

Brome answered for Jim, "Yes! I hope you can help him?" 

Sarina glanced back at Brome and smiled before she answered in a very 
self assured tone of voice, "My methods have been very successful in 
similar cases....But before we talk business, let me welcome you to 
Acadiana." 

"Is that the name of this place?" Samantha inquired. 

"Heavens no, Sarina said sweetly, "My home is called Southdown." Then 
her tone changed to a more serious one and  she spoke as if she was 
instructing the uninitiated, and she was. "Acadiana is a term for this 
part of Southern Louisiana where our descendants the Acadians settled 
after their expulsion from Nova Scotia in the eighteenth century...I am 
Cajun through and through." 

Samantha and Brome glanced at one another and Brome shrugged her 
shoulders. Brome had heard the term, but really didn't understand it's 
meaning. 

Sarina immediately understood their confusion. "Ladies, all Cajun means 
is a person who loves good food and the spicier the better, French 
music, hard work, and letting the good times roll." As she said the last 
part of her statement, Sarina raised her hands and wiggled her upper 
body in a sexy manner to emphasize her words. 

As Sarina continued to tell her guests about herself and Southdown, 
Brome studied their host very intently. Sarina was a tall woman just an 
inch or two smaller than herself she estimated, and she was an extremely 
handsome woman. She was probably in her mid twenties, just like Brome. 
Her features were dark underlining her French ancestry. She was a brunet 
and her hair was cut rather short, ending half way down her neck, but on 
her it looked very good, natural was the word Brome thought of. Her eyes 
were big and bright and she had a smallish nose compared to the rest of 
the features on her face. Brome knew that combination along with her 
dark complexion and her other undeniable assets had to make her 
unbelievably appealing to the opposite sex. 

Brome couldn't help noticing Sarina's attire. She was wearing a short 
dress and black belt combination. The dress ended half way down her huge 
thighs and the dress had  slits, on either side, which exposed even more 
flesh. Brome glanced at Jim and his eyes were glued to Sarina's legs. 
Brome wasn't upset, how could a man resist looking she wondered? She 
knew no man could. And that sweet southern accent. What a combination! 

As Sarina continued to give the group a history lesson, Brome focused on 
Sarina's body. Her well muscled calves jutted out from her legs like two 
masssive globs of granite, and her thighs were absolutely huge, rock 
hard, but yet undeniably feminine. Brome knew working out must be one of 
this woman's passions and lifting weights had to be a part of her daily 
regimen, and she must have been doing it for years. 

Even though Sarina's upper body was covered by a sweater, Brome 
instinctively knew it was just as awesome as her lower body. The 
outlines were clearly visible and Brome was an expert in such matters. 
This would be a formidable adversary she thought. Then she wondered why 
she thought that. This woman was a member of WIC and a fellow Amazon. 
Brome was here to illicit her help. So why did she feel so uneasy? 

It was a question from Samantha that brought her back to the reality of 
the moment. 

"Who were those men I saw," Samantha asked. 

Sarina let out with a loud hearty lustful laugh. "Those were some of my 
boys," she said in that sweet slow drawl of hers. "Would you like to 
meet some of them," she asked. 

Brome and Samantha looked at  one another for a second than they both 
turned their heads back toward Sarina and nodded yes. 

Sarina smiled broadly and clapped her hands together rather loudly. 
Immediately, Robin Hood appeared out of nowhere. 

She barked out an order as soon as he appeared. "Have the downstairs 
staff assemble in here immediately." 

Robin nodded and raced out of the room like he was possessed.  Almost 
immediately, six men entered and formed a line in front of their 
mistress. 

"These are some of my boys," she stated proudly as she rose to introduce 
them. As she got up, Sarina towered over the group. In her high heels 
Brome estimated she was at least ten inches taller than the tallest man. 
Of course, all the men were dressed in outlandish costumes. 

Before she introduced each man she stated proudly, "I like my men 
dressed in costumes, because it amuses me to see them like this." Then 
she smiled, put one of her long delicate hands to her chin and looked 
towards the ceiling with a cute girlish look on her face like she was 
thinking of something that really appealed to her, and said sweetly, 
"It's like Mardi Gras around here every day." 

Both Samantha and Brome looked at each other again. 

Almost as an after thought Sarina said more somberly, "I usually keep 
ten or twelve boys around the house at all times....They stay as long as 
they amuse me." Sarina sighed and added, "And when they grow wearisome, 
I send them on their way." 

Immediately the group started whining, "Please no mistress..Not that!" 

She quieted them with a wave of her hand and they immediately stopped 
talking and stood at attention. 

Finally, she introduced each in turn. "This is Robin..He's my current 
favorite, but you've already met him, haven't you?" Not waiting for an 
answer Sarina barked out an order, "Robin, get us some herbal tea and 
make it snappy." 

Acknowledging his mistress request with a nod, Robin then bowed 
slightly, and turned and raced out of the room. 

Sarina smiled and commented on his actions, "I do like my boys to follow 
my orders quickly." Then she looked at the ceiling and said to no one in 
particular, "It's such a bother to have to discipline them." Her gaze 
wondered back to Brome and she added, "If you know what I mean." 

Brome nodded in understanding. 

Sarina smiled, sauntered to the next man in line, and asked, "Have you 
met this one?" 

Brome and Samantha shook their heads, yes. 

"This is the pirate Jean Lafitte...That's not his real name, of course, 
but it amuses me to call him that...Right Jean?" 

"Yes Mistress." 

Moving down the row of men, again she stated proudly, "These two our 
Batman and Superman." 

The two men were dressed in exact copies of the two crime fighters 
uniforms. Brome thought they looked absolutely ridiculous, but Superman 
was undeniably handsome, and she was sure underneath his mask Batman was 
too. 

"You two fetch their bags from the car, and prepare their 
bedrooms...chop, chop," she commanded the two men, and then she 
emphasized her order by clapping her hands together. 

"Yes mistress they said in unison," then took off like they were being 
chased by Godzilla. 

Sarina turned to her guests and said before they could inquire, "You'll 
stay here as my guests of course, while I'm giving Jim his therapy..it 
may take a few days." 

Brome wanted to ask a guestion, but Sarina interrupted her with a wave 
of her hand and said sweetly, "Consider it Cajun hospitality."  And then 
she immediately continued on with the introductions. 

"This is Samson and Hercules," she said and then laughed. 

The two men were dressed in appropriate attire which consisted of loin 
clothes and almost nothing else. Sarina felt Samson's arm where his 
biceps was supposed to be. 

"Samson....Not!" she said and then laughed. 

As she moved next to Hercules, she casually took off her sweater and 
discarded it. Brome's thoughts about Sarina's upper body had proven to 
be exactly right. When she was opposite Hercules, Sarina made a cat-like 
maneuver quickly hoisting the hapless man across her broad shoulders. 
Her move was so quick it caught every one by surprise including 
Hercules. She easily held the frightened man across her shoulders in a 
back breaker, her one hand, with her long painted nails, dug into his 
chest. While her other hand squeezed the poor man's balls together. 

The man was reduced to tears in a matter of seconds from her three 
pronged attack on his overmatched body. "Please mistress," he begged, 
"have mercy!" 

She held the man easily aloft, but let up a little on his torture as she 
spoke again to the two women, "As you can see, I'm much stronger than my 
boys....I can do with them as I please...Their are currently twelve boys 
at my beck and call." 

Sarina moved closer to the two women with her helpless package and then 
powered down on her hold once again, as she did so she boasted, "I could 
take all twelve at once...But of course, their not stupid enough to try 
that, right Hercules?" 

"Yes Mistress," he promptly replied even though he was in obvious pain 
and whimpering from the pressure on his back. 

Finally, Sarina set him done gently and patted his rump as she dismissed 
him and  the other legendary strong man from her presence. As Robin 
reappeared with a tray of tea, she had one more bit of news for the two 
women. 

"While your waiting, ladies, for Jim's therapy to be completed...If you 
take a shine to any of my boys..Feel free to indulge yourselves...Just 
make sure their not too much the worse for wear afterwards." 

Sarina broke out into laughter after her little joke. 

While Brome shook her head in disbelief she herd Samantha whisper, "Now 
that's southern hospitality!" 

Brome glanced at Samantha's smiling face and thought that the poor 
pirate was in for one heavy dose of Ms. Samantha Foxx. 

After tea the conversation got into more serious matters. A ten thousand 
dollar fee was agreed upon, and Sarina absolutely guaranteed her 
results. 

Once the talk got more private, Samantha excused herself and Robin 
escorted her to her room.  Brome thought the real reason was that the 
big blonde wanted to look for poor Jean Lafitte. 

After Samantha left, Sarina suggested they retire to her examining room 
so she could take a more detailed look at Jim. Her examining room turned 
out to be just next door. 

As Brome looked about, she thought it had the feel of any examining room 
one might encounter on a visit to your local family doctor. The room was 
very professional looking and some plaques were hung on the wall above 
the examining table. As Brome looked at them, Sarina commented proudly, 
"I am a medical doctor, as well as a trained Psychotherapist." 

Turning to Jim, Sarina lifted him effortlessly onto the examining table.  
The table was very high Jim thought, his feet did not come close to 
touching the tiled floor. 

Sarina looked at his face intently, patted it with her one of her big 
but very delicate hands, and offered a comment or two. "He's the most 
handsome little man I've ever seen, and that cute little mustache of his 
just sets my Cajun blood to boiling." Running the back of her hand down 
his face she said coyly, "If I had a little man like this, I wouldn't 
need but one." Turning to Brome she added, "If he was mine, I think I'd 
have him dressed just like Casanova." 

Jim swatted her hand away while she was talking, but Sarina gave him a 
stern look and placed it back on his face. This time Jim left it there. 

Alarm bells were going off in Brome's brain. It was an undeniable 
compliment Sarina was giving her guest. So why was she so apprehensive? 
Trying to change the subject, she asked Sarina, "Can you help him?" 

Sarina's voice changed from her sweet southern drawl to a more 
professional tone. "I'll give him a thorough examination...Then I can be 
more precise.....Please have him remove all his clothes." 

I'm not removing my clothes!" Jim stated firmly. 

Sarina ignored Jim and said to Brome, "I left my bag in another 
room....I'll just be a minute....Please have him take all his clothes 
off." 

Sarina turned to leave and moved towards the door, but before she opened 
it, she turned back and said, "I assume you can control him?" 

Not waiting for an answer, Sarina opened the door and left. 

Brome's blood was boiling. This woman was infuriating. All she wanted to 
do was get Jim cured and get the hell out of there, back to civilization 
as she knew it. Brome sighed deeply, turned to Jim and with her hands on 
her hips looked him square in the eye, and said forcefully, "Are you 
going to give me more trouble?" 

"I'm not taking my clothes off," he said even more firmly. 

A few minutes later Sarina entered the room with her little black bag. 
Jim was still sitting on the examining table, but he was naked as a jay 
bird and Brome was neatly folding his clothes and placing them on a 
nearby chair. Jim's head was bent and he was staring at the floor. 

Sarina didn't comment on his nakedness. Instead, She pulled out an 
instrument, from her bag, so she could examine his eyes. Before she 
started, she patted Jim's cheek and said, "Good Boy!" Then she turned on 
the little light in the instrument and looked deeply into his left eye. 

About ten minutes later, Sarina was ready with her diagnosis. "He has 
Post Synaptic Paralysis Response Syndrome," Sarina proclaimed. 

"He has what?" Brome said incredulously. 

"In lay-man's terms....he's been brainwashed." 

Brome shook her head disgustedly and said, "I knew that!.....But can you 
cure him?" 

Sarina looked at Brome, put one of her hands up to her chin, and stated 
very seriously, "The paralysis is the most extreme I've ever seen, but 
with radical therapy, I believe he'll make a complete recovery." 

"When can you start?" Brome asked in a concerned voice. 

Sarina answered sincerely, "Ms. Foxx has conveyed your need for a speedy 
resolution to Jim's therapy....I can start immediately." 

Sarina lifted Jim off the table, grabbed his right wrist, and squeezed 
it very forcibly. The pressure caught Jim by surprise and it hurt a 
little. Keeping a very tight grip on his wrist she led Jim over to a 
door on the opposite side of the room. Jim was surprised by the pressure 
and followed along rather meekly. Brome also followed. 

When she reached the door, Sarina turned and faced Brome once again with 
a few more comments. "This is my therapy room...I will initiate Jim's 
cure in here...His cure may take an hour...a day..or a week..I can't be 
sure." 

Jim yelled, "I'm not going into that room!" 

Both women ignored his comment and Sarina continued with a warning, "He 
is under strong female influence....I will have to break down that 
influence....You may hear strange noises....even screams...But under no 
circumstance must you enter the therapy room....Interrupting the therapy 
could cause severe damage to his fragile male psyche and may cause you 
to lose him forever....Do you understand?" 

Brome gave Jim a concerned look and then she bowed her head and said 
softly, "Yes! I understand" 

"Good!" Sarina answered. Then in a softer more gentle voice she said, 
"Don't worry, I will return him to you whole...Why don't you rest, This 
may take a very long time." 

After her statement, Sarina clamped down even more tightly on Jim's 
wrist. When Sarina moved, Jim found his feet moving to her painfully 
silent command. Before she disappeared with Jim, Sarina turned and 
stated in her professional voice, "The ten thousand dollar fee, we 
discussed, will be sufficient." Then she disappeared behind the door 
with Jim. 

In the next instant, Brome heard the door being locked and her heart 
sank. 

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The elevator stopped moving when the light reached it's final 
destination, the word penthouse. A bell chimed and the elevator door 
opened smoothly and silently. Eva walked resolutely out into the hallway 
of the top floor of this plush mid town Manhattan apartment building. 
She had already been to the other two addresses, she had procured from 
the sub registration roster back at the convention, with no success. She 
was beginning to wonder if  maybe her family had just got a hotel room 
somewhere in this ultra large city and that her cleverness would not 
bear fruit. With her resolve still high, she walked up to the door and 
pressed the button. 

Her ingenuity and persistence was rewarded when Inga answered the door. 
Evander P. Honeycutt, The Wizard of Wall Street and the owner of the 
apartment, was resting peacefully on her right hip. 

"Oh My God!" was Inga's astonished reply to Eva's unexpected presence 
before her. 

"Who are you?" Evander asked. 

Completely ignoring the man on her sister's hip, she asked Inga as she 
pushed her way into the apartment, "Is mom here? I have to talk to her." 

Before Inga could reply, Eva came face to face with her mom sitting on 
Evander's plush sofa. Eva gave a started little gasp as she found the 
object of her frantic search. Her voice deserted her momentarily and she 
just stared at her mother. 

Helga surveyed her second oldest daughter and tried to hold back her 
anger as she said,  "You wanted to find me my daughter?...We'll you've 
found me!....What are you hear for? As if I don't know." 

Eva's expression softened and she said calmly, "Mom, I hope you can 
forgive me....I had to do what I had to do...I love Jim." 

Helga's voice lost it's resentful tone and she told her daughter, "If 
you truly loved Jim, you'd let him choose between you and Brome." 

"He's a man mother....How can he be allowed to make such an important 
decision." 

Helga changed her tact and said flatly, "It's not up to me to forgive 
you...Only Brome can do that." 

Eva was quiet for a moment considering her mother's words when a voice 
in the other corner of the room interrupted her thoughts. She recognized 
it immediately. The voice belonged to Gundy. "And what about you're 
other sisters?....Don't you care what we think of you?" 

Gundy was sitting on a chair, and in her arms she was rocking a little 
man dressed in baby clothes. He was also wearing a big pink baby bonnet. 
Hiram Peabody was oblivious to the outside world as he stared up into 
the young girl's face. He was absolutely certain now that he had 
actually died and had somehow gone to heaven. 

Eva turned and ignoring the absurd scene before her stated, "This is 
between Brome and me." 

It was Inga who answered this time, "We like Jim too....It was wrong 
what you did.....Don't make us choose between you...I don't think you'd 
like our choice." 

Eva's expression hardened. She couldn't mask the anger in her voice as 
she turned towards Inga and said defiantly, "I will find them you know. 
There isn't anyplace they can hide." 

This time it was Helga who answered with a caution, "If you do happen to 
find them, the result may be different than you expect." 

"We'll see!" Eva said even more defiantly, veritably spitting out the 
words. 

Before anyone could say anything further, Eva's cell phone started to 
ring. She removed it from her purse and silently listened for a few 
minutes. A broad evil little smile started to spread across her face as 
she continued to listen. 

After putting  the phone back in her purse she said to no one in 
particular, "I will have him!" and she turned to leave. 

Before she left her family, she turned and in a calmer softer voice  
said, "What ever happens, I hope you can find it in you're hearts to 
forgive me." And then she was gone. 

For a few moments, Helga stared at the door her second oldest daughter 
had just slammed. She sighed deeply, and lowered her gaze towards the 
floor, a feeling of hopelessness totally overwhelming her. 

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Brome stayed by the therapy room door for hours. The noises she heard 
scared her and angered her all at the same time. Why hadn't she asked 
more about the therapy? What was Sarina doing to Jim in that room? 
Several times when she heard Jim sob or scream she wanted to batter the 
door down and rescue him, but each time she bit her lip and fought back 
the urge. The die had been cast, she just hoped Sarina could deliver on 
her promises. If she couldn't, there'd be hell to pay. 

Brome heard Jim scream once more through the door. It was a 
bloodcurdling scream. Was she killing him? Brome reached for the 
doorknob, but she remembered Sarina's warning about losing Jim forever. 
Again she fought back the urge to interfere. 

She started to pace the floor as she had done before for many hours, and 
her thoughts moved on for a moment to Eva, her real nemesis. Sarina was 
a friend she forced herself to think. She was helping me, helping Jim. 
Remember that fact she told herself. 

Eva was another matter. Brome knew she would never give up and would try 
to get Jim back at any cost. She will find us somehow she thought with 
conviction. That's why time was so important. That's why she let this 
Sarina woman have such liberties. Jim most be whole again. But in her 
heart she was afraid. What would be the cost? 

Jim screamed again, it was another bloodcurdling scream. Then she heard 
some softer sobs emanating from the room. It was the sounds of a man 
being broken and in torment. What did she expect? Deprogramming a man's 
mind couldn't be easy. Brome sighed heavily and thought, let it go for 
now. You can always question Sarina later. 

As she made up her mind, a wave of weariness overtook Brome. Must get 
some rest she told herself. Eva will be coming. I have to be ready for 
her. 

Finally, her mind calmed and she decided to get some needed rest. As she 
reached for the doorknob Jim screamed once more. Let it go she thought 
and she opened the door and left the examining room. 

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Sarina had removed all her clothes long ago. She was sitting on the 
large bed, that was the only piece of furniture in the room, while Jim 
was at her feet. Her large muscular legs were wrapped around Jim's head 
squeezing him, controlling him, making him suffer. They had become his 
whole world long ago. A river of sweat poured from Jim's face and body 
as she skillfully worked the muscles of her inner thighs delivering wave 
after wave of man-breaking pain to Jim's jaw and head. 

"I will never give in," Jim mumbled through the pain. 

"We'll see! Sarina answered back, "we'll see!" 

"Eva where are you!" Jim yelled. 

Sarina sighed heavily and looked around the room as she continued to 
power down on her hold. The chambers singular focus was the large ornate 
four poster bed, complete with canopy, which dominated one side of the 
room. Soft rubber matting had been laid on the floor everywhere else, 
including the walls. The room was a strange mix of stark reality and 
Victorian grandeur, but it also reflected the strange mix that was 
Sarina Schriever. She had been at her task for almost a day. Using her 
strong muscular legs to slowly break the man down, but this man's will 
was stronger than she had anticipated, and his preconditioning was 
proving to be a challenge. In a strange way this man's defiance made him 
appealing to her and he was undeniably the most handsome man she had 
ever seen. 

As she held him between her legs, Sarina stretched her upper body and 
took a slow casual yawn running one of her hands through her hair. Upon 
a few moments reflection, she decided to change her position. She had 
placed Jim in this  particular hold over two hours ago. With cat-like 
quickness she moved. She slid onto the padded floor and placed Jim's 
waist between her massive man-breaking legs and began to squeeze once 
again. Jim's strength had waned a long time ago, and he was no more than 
a lump of putty to do with as she pleased. At the same time, she grabbed 
his head and held it close to her large soft breasts. She looked into 
his eyes from above and started to talk once again. 

"Let go!...Casanova....Let go!....Give in!...let your mind remember." 

Jim cried out, "Eva where are you?" 

Sarina smiled at his defiance and held him even tighter to her bosom.  
She whispered to him sweetly, "A woman broke you once and I must break 
you a second time."  For a moment she looked down at the man who was 
squashed tightly against her enormous breasts, she sighed heavily 
heaving his head up and down along with the movement of her immense 
bosom, and told him in that sweet southern drawl of hers, "And then I 
will put you back together again." 

"Eva help me!" Jim managed to say. 

For a moment Sarina admired this Eva person. She must be one capable 
Amazon to so completely take over Jim's mind. This Eva would be a 
formidable enemy, not like her sister Brome. 

For a moment Sarina wondered what Brome was doing. Was she still by the 
door. She laughed and thought she might be. Sarina was not impressed 
with Brome. She was weak she thought. Yes, she was taller than Sarina 
and she looked capable as well. But her weakness was this man. She 
squeezed Jim tightly again and he moaned, but he was something special 
she thought. 

Finally, Sarina looked down at the helpless man and grabbed his chin 
with her hand. She held him tightly to her like a python envelops it's 
prey. He looked up into her dark eyes and said, "I'll never.." He didn't 
get all the words entirely out for Sarina engulfed his lips with hers, 
and at the same time powerfully squeezed her legs together. The pain and 
the pleasure mixed in Jim's mind, from somewhere it seemed so familiar. 

For a moment it seemed like a fog was clearing in his mind and through 
the fog he saw two beautiful green eyes. They were so enchanting. If 
only he could remember who they belonged too. 

The kiss lasted for a long time. When Sarina ended the kiss, she let his 
head go and she also let up on the rib caving pressure of her massively 
muscled but oh so beautiful thighs. When Jim opened his eyes, instead of 
seeing those green eyes he longed for, he saw Sarina's dark and 
dangerous eyes staring down at him from above. Her eyes reminded him of 
an owls eyes and he instinctively knew he was the mouse. It frightened 
him and he cried out in alarm. 

"Brome, help me!" he yelled. 

Sarina grabbed his chin for a second time and smiled that dark dangerous 
smile of hers once again. 

"That's it Casanova remember...remember, " she whispered and then she 
engulfed his lips one more time. The pain from her legs returned, but so 
did those beautiful green eyes. 

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Thursday had been a long day for Inga and Gundy. First there was the 
excitement of the convention and then the thrill of finding Jim. The day 
ended on a sad note with the appearance of Eva, but the girls were 
excited with the anticipation of the new day and the club meeting set 
for later that night. 

Helga was not as excited about the prospects of this new day as her two 
daughters were. Eva had seen to that. She wondered if Jim and Brome were 
OK in Louisiana and whether or not Eva could really find them there. She 
wasn't as excited about the club meeting either. She was brimming with 
anticipation over her dinner date with Jim's dad tomorrow, and she 
wondered which Helga would show up for that date? The tall dominate 
woman she was or more what an executive might expect. She still hadn't 
decided on how to handle that problem. 

But her two other daughters were running around the apartment getting 
everything ready for the men that would be arriving soon. She watched 
her two youngest daughters as they excitedly prepared for the men's 
arrival. She knew she owed them something as well. No, she would not 
spoil their day. She would put up a brave front, no matter her real 
mood. 

Besides, she liked the new women she had met the other day. It was an 
opportunity to make new friends who shared like minded ideas. She would 
force herself to have fun today, no matter what was going on in 
Louisiana. Then her thoughts saddened momentarily once again. What was 
she going to do with Harvey Milkwith? She really liked him, but she knew 
James Prescott senior was the man she really wanted. 

Helga laughed to herself. Why make a decision now? What if it didn't 
work out with Jim's dad? It was always good for a woman to have a man in 
the bullpen, just in case. She could always solve that problem later. 

Hiram Peabody was already dressed as the girls wanted him to before the 
other men started to arrive. He was in a bright blue baby outfit, 
complete with baby bonnet, pacifier, and baby shoes. He was resting 
peacefully in a playpen Gundy had set up for him in the living room. 

Evander found himself in a costume that was the complete antithesis of 
his real life persona. The Wizard of Wall Street was dressed in purple 
from head to toe. On his head he wore a collegiate style wrestling 
helmet and his trunks and body shirt were right out of a tournament Inga 
had watched the other day. The outfit was completed with bright purple 
tennis shoe. Every time Helga looked at the poor man she shook her head 
and chuckled. Inga did so love the color purple and wrestling was her 
favorite sport. 

Evander seemed to bear up well under the indignity and he had been such 
a help with the family's problems too. Helga thought that Inga could do 
a lot worse than Mr. Evander P. Honeycutt. Helga smiled to herself 
again, the money all these men possessed was just an added bonus. 

Harvey arrived a little before three in the afternoon. Helga had a 
special costume for him too. It was a World War One uniform modeled 
after a German officer complete with pointed helmet. The girls couldn't 
help but laugh when they saw him in it. All Helga would say was that he 
had been the sergeant-at-arms for the club. But the girls knew their 
mother loved men in uniforms. To Harvey's credit, he was bearing up well 
also. 

The other men started to arrive promptly at five. As soon as one would 
appear, one of Helga's two daughters would rush out, usually half 
dressed themselves, and whisk the man off into one of the bedrooms to 
complete his transformation. By this time all the men had resigned 
themselves to their fate, and the threat of a spanking in front of their 
employees didn't hurt either. 

By six everyone was dressed and ready to go to the meeting. Horace 
Dimworthy was dressed as a ballerina, complete with makeup and a tutu. 
Gundy had remembered that Eve's favorite doll in her own collection was 
a ballerina. 

Marvin Biggs fared a little better. Monica Lang's brothers were sailors, 
so he became a sailor as well. Harold Beamis belonged to Cat who 
happened to be Irish. So he was transformed from head to toe into a 
leprechaun. 

The girls had costumes for the other two unsuspecting guys as well, who 
were absent from the last meeting, and who promised to be there for this 
meeting. The former president of the club, Evander P. Honeycutt had seen 
to that. 

The three women were dressed in short shorts and halter tops. They 
looked breathtaking. Of course, Inga's ensemble was lavender. When the 
women were ready, each gathered up two men in their arms and placed a 
man on either hip. It was a prodigious show of strength by the women. 
Soon after, they calmly walked out the apartment door and on to the 
elevator. 

Half way down to the basement garage and the waiting limo, a little girl 
got on the elevator. She couldn't have been no more than seven or eight. 
She looked around in wonder and awe at the spectacle before her, and 
eventually spied Evander who was resting nervously on Inga's right hip. 

"Hi Mr. Honeycutt," she said sweetly. 

Evander buried his head in Inga's shoulder. 

"Answer the little girl, Evander," Inga whispered in his ear. 

Evander picked his head up and said in as cheery a voice as he could 
muster, "Hi Susy!"  

With the persistence of youth, Suzy had more to say, "These women are 
strong! Are you hurt?" 

This time Gundy answered for Evander, "Yes we are very strong...These 
men aren't hurt....they belong to us." 

Susy looked around the group once again and said, "WOW!...I like Timmy 
Johnson...he's ten....Can I own him?" 

Gundy answered once again, "You're a woman...You can do anything you set 
your mind too." 

As the door opened she said gleefully, "I'm going to beat him up right 
now, and carry him around all day till he says he's mine." Then little 
Susy Bradshaw raced off the elevator and out of sight. 

Inga shook her head and said, "Another Amazon in training." 

All the women laughed. 

Evander whispered under his breath so no one else could hear him, "Poor 
Timmy!" 

The other women were already there and waiting, at the meeting room, 
when the Bromberg's arrived with their prize packages. When each woman 
spied their man, they just couldn't believe their eyes. Gundy's little 
surprise was a big success. Each woman who's man was already present 
gathered up their precious bundles in their arms and introduced 
themselves. The men generally were too dumbfounded with their situation 
to speak. 

Cat was overjoyed with Harold the leprechaun and Eve was pleased with 
her little ballerina, Horace.  Carol Lindley just loved Marvin, her 
little sailor boy. Eventually, the women went off into different corners 
of the room to get better acquainted with their new toy boys. 

The only two women who didn't have some one was Monica Lang and the new 
girl Darlene Schmidt who Monica had recruited for the club. She was a 
six foot four inch strawberry blonde that played for the New York 
Outlaws, a local Roller Derby team. Monica was talking to Darlene 
waiting patiently for Sidney Longfellow to arrive. She already had told 
Darlene that he was her property and that Darlene could have Henry 
Farnsworth the third. Darlene had already seen his picture and that 
suited her just fine. 

Gudy looked at Inga and said happily, "Going pretty well...huh!" 

"I'll say!" Inga happily agreed. 

Just then the door opened and in walked Sidney and Henry. Both men took 
a few steps inside and stopped in their tracks completely taken aback by 
what they saw. 

Sidney the more outgoing of the two was predictably the first to speak. 
"What to hell is.." 

That's all he got out of his mouth because Monica and Darlene pounced. 
The two women had circled around the two men as they were momentarily 
dumbfounded by the sight that they were confronted with. The two women 
didn't wait for introductions. They were more interested in bringing the 
two diminutive executives completely under their spell as quickly as 
possible. 

In a matter of seconds clothes were flying everywhere. Gundy walked over 
and handed the women the men's new clothing as they worked. Henry was 
getting a Roller Derby costume complete with skates. While Sidney was 
being transformed into a court jester including hat and scepter. The 
other women gathered around as the transformation was completed. Sidney 
bellowed and bellowed, but it got him no where of course, and Henry was 
reduced to tears. Darlene wiped his tears away, placed him on her hip, 
and gave him a little kiss when his transformation was finished. 

Sidney looked positively downcast when his transformation was done. Inga 
wondered if he had been miscast as he sourly looked on from Monica's 
hip. 

For the next half hour the girl's got to know the guys and vice versa. 
Eventually, everyone sat down around the table, and the men had to sit 
on their ladies laps. From then on, that's the only way a meeting of the 
FSSTWC and men's auxiliary club would be held. 

Helga gaveled the meeting to order and everyone introduced themselves 
including the men. Almost immediately, Inga had an idea and asked for 
the floor. 

"I want all you men to take off this next week from work, so you can 
spend some quality time with you're new bosses," Inga coughed, chuckled 
to herself,  and corrected her last statement, "I mean you're new 
girlfriends." 

All the women started talking at once, they simply loved the idea. A few 
groans could be heard from the men. The motion passed unanimously. Of 
course, the men didn't have a vote. It was not a progressive club. 

Gundy was recognized for the second order of business. 

"I have the men's new uniforms here for future club meetings," she 
announced. 

Cat interrupted, "Why can't they wear what their wearing. I think they 
all look adorable." 

Gundy answered, "I agree, but the hotel might eventually complain...Of 
course, what they wear around the house, ladies, is totally up to your 
discretion." 

A few of the men moaned again. Marvin's head slumped and he shook it 
back and forth as he listened. It seemed their situation was getting 
worse and worse. 

Gundy continued, "Now here's their new uniform tops."  The T-shirt 
unfolded as part of it fell from her hands. "As you can see, there's a 
picture of each man's girlfriend on the front and on the back it says, 
for instance, on this one, I belong to Gundy." She added quickly, "Each 
girl's picture and name is on the appropriate man's T-shirt." 

The women all started talking again. All but Cat loved the T-shirts. 

Helga had to gavel the club to order so Gundy could continue. "Now the 
bottoms are navy blue," she commented as she held the short shorts up 
for inspection. 

"They're adorable Eve commented." 

"I still don't know,"  Cat replied shaking her head. 

Again all the women started talking at once. 

Finally, Inga shouted, "Ladies please!" Then she turned to Gundy and 
said, "Throw me Evander's uniform." 

Gundy quickly looked through the boxes, which had been delivered 
earlier, and found Evander's uniform. She immediately threw it to Inga, 
and in a few seconds Evanders clothes were flying everywhere. 

In just a few more seconds Inga stopped and her handiwork was done. She 
lifted Evander onto the table, patted his butt, and said, "Model for the 
girls, honey." 

Evander looked pitifully at Inga. 

"Go on, honey...do as I say," she said in a soft but commanding voice. 

He took a deep breath, sighed heavily, and turned and started walking 
down the table. He walked down the table and back again several times to 
cat calls and fondling by the women. When the modeling was done, he 
literally jumped into Inga's arms. She held him in front like a small 
baby and tried to soothe his ego. 

"It's OK...Inga has you now....She won't let those big bad women hurt 
you." 

Evander kissed her cheek and buried his head in her shoulder for the 
rest of the meeting. 

Darlene was the first to speak this time, 'I think the uniform is simply 
adorable." 

Everyone looked to Cat. 

"OK..OK..I agree," she said to everyone's surprise. 

The issue of the men's new uniforms also passed unanimously. 

Finally, the last issue was taken up. Helga wanted to elect a new 
president to everyone's dismay. She argued that her family would only be 
in New York for maybe another week, and somebody more local should be 
elected. Inga pointed out that the family could use Evander's plane and 
that they could make most of the meetings anyway, but Helga won out, and 
Carol Lindley was elected interim president. 

Before the meeting adjourned all the women and even the men were 
encouraged to find new recruits. The requirements were kept the same. 
The minimum for women was six feet and for men the height requirement 
stayed five foot four. 

The meeting broke up only an hour after it started. All of the women 
wanted to get better acquainted with the men. They carried the men off 
to either there own apartments or to the men's more plush digs. In any 
case, the men didn't have much of a say in the matter. 

A new club sign or signal was adopted earlier as well. As the women 
exited with the men in their arms, they smacked their open palms 
together on their right hand and said loudly, 'Women Rule!" The men had 
to smack their hands together as well. They also had to say the same 
thing, "Women Rule!" 

None of the men seemed to be willing to object to this last point at the 
moment. 

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My mind slowly started to clear. It was like a fog lifting, slowly, but 
inexorably I started to remember. Why was I in so much pain? Who was 
this woman? Why was she torturing me? Where was Brome? Where was Eva? 
All these questions raced through my mind competing with the pain. 

My head was between this dark-haired woman's massive thighs. They were 
like two monstrous twin pillars of  beautiful white marble dealing out 
massive doses of pain. They squeezed me, controlled me, held me 
powerless, and made me whimper. Her scent was everywhere. My face was 
awash with it. Even through the pain, I slowly felt myself becoming 
aroused. I was ashamed. My energy was non existent. I couldn't fight 
back. I tried to endure, like I remembered I had done so many times 
before. 

Yes, I was beginning to remember. It came back to me in a flood of 
memories, even as I suffered between this woman's tireless thighs. I 
remembered it all, Sweden, my abduction, the cabin, even my rescue. And 
this woman, her name was Sarina. Was she a friend? 

I remembered Brome was near. I yelled at the top of my lungs, "BROME 
HELP ME!" 

The dark-haired woman looked down and smiled, "Good! she whispered. 
"Yes, remember...Remember it all!" she said in an even louder voice. 

Then the pressure ended. Was I saved? Would my green-eyed Brome be here 
very soon? I sighed deeply and smiled at the dark- haired woman. I felt 
my body being lifted off the ground. She was holding me out at arms 
length admiring her handy work. All I could do was stare back at her in 
awe. 

She looked at me and smiled. I didn't even have time to smile back. The 
next thing I knew, I was flying through the air towards the bed.  Before 
I could move, she was all over me, kissing me, hugging me, caressing me.  
Then all at once she stopped and regarded me for a few moments. I felt 
that same fear engulf me that I had felt so many times before. Then she 
was speaking in a soft, sweet southern accent. It was all so confusing. 

"You've been through hell, Casanova. Now it's time you have a little 
taste of heaven....Cajun style." 

Her lips surrounded and engulfed mine. I was helpless and couldn't 
resist her. Her arms and hands, controlled me, caressed me, made 
resistance futile. Did I want to resist? She was almost as soaked in 
sweat as I was, but on her it smelled good even tasted good. What was 
happening to me. I tried to think of those green eyes once again, but 
her dark foreboding eyes won out. Slowly, I felt myself giving in. 

Then I realized what was happening. She was taking me, using my body, 
raping me. As she brought me to the height of excitement, I wondered, 
Could a woman really rape a man? I felt my excitement reach a peak, and 
at the same time I also felt shame. The answer in my mind was no. I was 
being unfaithful to Brome. Even as I felt myself give in and let go. I 
was deeply ashamed. Should I have resisted? I didn't have an answer and 
the ecstasy of the moment pushed such thoughts out of my mind. 

At the moment, I was too exhausted to even care. This woman had drained 
the last once of strength from my body. Was she a vampire? Even opening 
and closing my eyelids was a chore. I needed to sleep for a week. I 
closed my eyes and then I felt myself drifting off. In the next instant, 
I felt sweet blackness engulf me. 

Sarina got up from the bed and toweled herself off with her dress that 
she had discarded almost a day earlier. 

Then she spoke softly to Jim as if he could still hear her words, "Yes, 
sleep little one...sleep tight. When you awake, Sarina will take her 
little Casanova far from this place." 

Even as she spoke, a plan was formulating in Sarina's mind. She would 
not give this little Casanova back to Brome. He was something very 
special indeed. She had sensed that from the first. She would take him 
deep into the bayou where no one could find them. There she would bend 
him to her will. He was what she had been looking for, yearning for all 
these years, going through man after man till she found what she needed. 
She smiled down at the sleeping man. She was certain know that this man 
was exactly what she wanted. 

Yes, she would take him first to No Mans Landing to get provisions and 
then she would go into the heart of Munson's Swamp, where she had a 
cabin. It was her domain. There she was queen. She was Cajun. Maybe she 
was more at home there than anywhere else. Maybe, she thought, even 
after Brome was no longer a threat. She just might stay there. This man 
was all she needed. The outside world held no value to her. 

For a moment, she felt a wave of fear go through her body. What if Brome 
follows? Her momentary fear embarrassed her. Here in Cajun country she 
was supreme. I fear no man or woman. Let her follow me. The gators or 
the snakes will make quick work of her. Then I can come back out of the 
swamp, if I want too. 

Sarina moved over to a panel on the wall. She pushed a button and Robin 
immediately appeared out of nowhere. 

"Get me some clothing suitable for the bayou," she ordered, "and three 
days worth of provisions." 

Robin looked at her sadly then at the man on the bed and frowned. He 
sensed he had lost her forever. Still he bowed and was about to leave. 
Before he could, she thought of a few more requirements. 

"Also bring me a length of rope, some candles, and a knife." 

He bowed again , but before he could leave, she pulled him close and 
whispered into his ear, "Here's what I want you to do about our 
guests...." 

Something was disturbing my slumber. I felt myself being jostled about. 
When I opened my eyes it was already too late. I was bound and gagged 
from head to foot. I found myself in an awkward position as well. I was 
resting on my knees which were bound tightly to my chest by a length of 
rope and a series of clever knots. My hands were tied behind my back at 
the wrists. There was more rope further down my body around my thighs 
and waist. Even my ankles were tied together. 

I was totally helpless and couldn't move. Because of the way I was tied, 
my face was flush against the floor and my butt was sticking up in the 
air. I also had some type of collar around my neck and my mouth was 
gagged and something was attached to the collar around my neck. 

In the next instant, I felt myself being lifted off the ground and I 
felt a tug at the collar. My head was forced to look up and sideways as 
I was lifted . Standing next to me was Sarina in all her glory. She had 
lifted me up like a piece of luggage, with one hand, and was holding me 
several inches of ground. 

I immediately saw the reason why I was forced to look up. Sarina had a 
leash wound several times around her other hand and it was attached to 
my collar. There was a man standing next to her in a silly outfit, but 
it was Sarina that got my full attention. She was dressed in black 
leather skin tight mid-thigh length boots. She also had on a bra and 
panty combination which were also black and matched her boots perfectly. 
Even in my precarious condition, I couldn't help but admire her. She 
also had on a strange set of earrings too. It took me a second or two to 
focus on them because I didn't believe what I saw. They were skull 
earrings. 

I moved my head slightly and turned my attention to the man. This was 
not easy because Sarina was quite a sight. He was holding a khaki shirt 
and shorts combination in his hands and a large brimmed hat. He looked 
like something right out of  Robin Hood. 

I felt another tug on my leash and was forced to look back at Sarina. I 
guess she wanted my attention. After admiring me and her handy work for 
a few moments she turned to the man and spoke. 

"Is everything in the boat?" 

He bowed and answered very subserviently, "Yes mistress." 

"I won't be wearing that for the time being....Put it in the boat." 

Again he said, "Yes Mistress." 

But before he left he looked at me than back at Sarina. What he did next 
did not surprise me. He dropped the clothes and grabbed one of Sarina's 
legs and hugged it close to his face. 

While he held her leg tightly he started to plead, "Please Mistress, 
take me with you." And then he started to plant little kisses all over 
her huge muscular thigh. 

Sarina sighed and said in her most sweet southern accent, "I'm afraid 
not, Robin...Don't worry, I'll be back...Wait for me here...besides, you 
have your orders...Now don't make me angry...You know what happens when 
I get angry." 

He looked up at her still holding on to her leg, and answered in a very 
sad pathetic little voice, "Yes Mistress." 

After her last statement we were off. She carried me through the house 
out to the dock and onto the boat. I was stowed in the front with the 
rest of the cargo. My face was flat against the bottom of the boat and 
my butt was sticking up in the air. 

What happened next was totally unbelievable. She shoved something into 
my ass. It hurt like hell. A moment or two later the surrounding area 
was brighter. I tried to scream and complain through the gag, but it 
muffled my cries. 

"Oh hush up," she said, "it's only a candle." 

"I called her an SOB, but the gag muffled my response." 

"I have to see, little one...I'll paddle a little ways down river and 
then start the motor. If you're a good little boy, I'll take the candle 
out when it's light." 

"Bitch!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I just hope she understood me. 

In the next instant, I felt the boat push away from the dock and I could 
hear Sarina quietly paddling down river. 

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Brome woke up with a start. She immediately felt uneasy like something 
was wrong. She looked outside the window and could see it was daylight. 
Her thoughts immediately shifted to her primary concern. Had Sarina 
completed Jim's therapy?  

She immediately flung off the covers and showered and dressed in record 
time. When she walked into the hallway she immediately noticed that the 
house was unusually quiet. It made her quicken her pace towards the 
examining room. 

When she got there, to her surprise, the therapy room door was open. It 
startled her. Why hadn't Sarina awakened her? She took a deep breath and 
walked inside. The only person in the room was Robin. He was asleep on 
the floor by Sarina's bed. 

She quickly moved over to the bed and roused Robin with a light kick. He 
stirred and looked up at her rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

A flood of questions assailed his ears. "Where's Sarina? Where's Jim? Is 
he cured?" 

The little man answered her first question, "Mistress 
 is gone." 

"Gone?" Brome said in a startled voice. "Where's Jim?" 

Robin looked like he didn't want to answer that question, but finally he 
reluctantly answered, "Gone too." 

Brome was stunned. Her anger got the best of her. She grabbed Robin by 
the collar with her clenched fists and drew him close to her face. She 
tried to control her anger and asked in a very strained but forceful 
tone, "Where have they gone?" 

Robin looked away from Brome's fiery eyes. She could feel the little man 
shaking, but he answered her question, "She's taken him into the 
swamp...She says he belongs to her now...Mistress says don't try and 
follow, you'll only get yourself killed." 

Brome's blood boiled over. She screamed and threw the little man half 
way across the room. He landed in a heap near the door, but the padded 
floor cushioned his fall. 

"Find Samantha and bring her to me," she ordered. 

Robin nodded and staggered out the door. 

Brome sunk to her knees and screamed at the top of her lungs. If 
Samantha wasn't awake she was now. Brome pounded the floor  with her 
fist. Over and over again, she struck the padding, taking out her rage 
on Sarina's floor. Finally, she calmed herself and made a vow through 
clenched teeth. "I will find you Sarina...No matter how long it 
takes....And you will regret this day for as long as you live." 

She took a deep breath and exhaled out the words, "JIM! Where are you?" 
then she lowered her gaze and became very quiet. 

A few minutes later Samantha ran into the room. 

Seeing her friend in a disheveled mass on the floor, she rushed over, 
bent down, and asked in a concerned voice, "Brome, What's happened."  

Brome never looked up as she answered her friend, "The BITCH has taken 
him." 

Then she looked into her friends face and said in a more controlled 
manner, "I'm going to need you're help." 

While the women were talking Sarina's twelve lackeys silently filed into 
the room. When they were noticed both women stood up and confronted the 
men. The men had surrounded the women by making a circle. 

It was Robin who spoke, "Mistress has given us orders." 

Brome spoke in an unusually calm voice, "Boys, this is not very 
wise...I'm in a very bad mood...Are you sure you want to do this?" 

The men looked at each other. Some looked afraid, but Robin answered 
again, "Mistress has given us orders." 

Again Brome spoke calmly, "It's twelve against two..." 

Upon spying the pirate, Samantha interrupted her friend, "Jean, be a 
good boy and back away...This doesn't concern you anymore." 

Jean looked around at the other men and then started to slowly back up 
out of the circle till he was well out of harms way. 

Brome smiled and corrected herself, "It's eleven against two..those 
aren't very good odds...You can all still leave." 

Robin looked around and said sadly, "I know the odds aren't very good, 
but we still have to try..men get them!" 

Several of the men rushed forward. Before Robin moved himself, Batman 
and Superman were flying right by him in the opposite direction. Brome 
was in a karate stance, she thrust her left foot out and up and hit 
Hercules right in the jaw. Then in a graceful maneuver she turned and 
used her other leg on  Samson coming at her from the opposite direction. 
Both men went down and out for the count like they were pole axed. 

Brome quickly looked around for more attackers, out of the corner of her 
eye she could see Samantha bash Sinbad's and Spiderman's heads together. 
They went down in a heap. Samantha then went in a boxing crouch waiting 
for the next wave of attackers. She didn't have long to wait. Darth 
Vader and the Green Hornet moved in next. They were met with a series of 
punches to the face, all finding there mark. 

Brome had to quickly look away, because Batman and Superman along with 
Robin Hood were moving in. Robin was the first to depart. He was thrown 
across the room and banged helplessly against the padded wall 
momentarily addling his brains. Both Batman and Supprman received a 
perfectly executed series of kicks to their stomach bending them over, 
then Brome applied the finishing touches by delivering a powerful kick 
to each superhero's jaw. The men flew backwards a good three feet 
landing sprawled out on the backs and out for a very long time. 

Brome looked around and saw Samantha was wiping the floor with Darth 
Vader and Spiderman. She was hitting them at will with her fists. Brome 
winced, she thought she saw one of Spiderman's teeth fly right out of 
his mouth. 

Looking around Brome saw that only Tanto and the Lone Ranger were 
standing. They were not attacking. Finally Brome had to motion them 
forward with her finger. To their credit, they finally did move forward. 
Their advance lasted about two seconds. Brome finished them off with two 
expert side kicks to their jaw. 

When the smoke cleared, Brome looked around and saw no one was left 
standing except her and Samantha. Several of the men were draped across 
the bed and the others were scattered about the floor. To her credit, 
Samantha was dragging a few of the men into a neat pile, trying to tidy 
up the place. 

Brome shook her head and said to no one in particular, "Well boys, I 
told you I was in a bad mood." 

Just then, Brome heard a groan and spied Robin sitting propped up 
against the far wall where she had thrown him. She went over and grabbed 
him by the scruff of the neck and drew him right up to her very agitated 
face. 

"We surrender!" Robin blurted out. 

Brome laughed and replied, "Doesn't count, you have to be standing to 
surrender." 

What Robin said next really surprised her. He looked at her sort of 
starry-eyed and humbly asked, "Do you or that other woman need some 
wimps? We'll work for free." 

Brome ignored his question. She said very slowly and very forcefully, 
"I'm going to ask you this only once, and be very specific...Where has 
Sarina taken Jim?" 

Robin looked terrified. He hesitated like he was thinking, searching his 
mind for the answer. Finally, he said hesitantly, "Probably Munson's 
Swamp, but I can't be sure...Mistress didn't tell me." 

Brome had lifted Robin's body up till his feet were almost off the floor 
and he was standing on his tip toes while he answered her question. His 
answer seemed sincere and she let him go. Robin slowly slumped back to 
the floor. 

Brome moved away from Robin and said out loud, "Munson's Swamp?" 

She didn't have much time to mull it over in her mind because her sister 
Eva walked through the door. She scanned the carnage for a second then 
turned her attention back to Brome and asked, "Where's Jim?" 

Brome almost ignoring her sister said in a very soft voice, "He's 
gone....She took him." 

This was not the reaction Eva expected from her sister when next they 
met. It changed Eva's mood as well. 

"He's gone?..Who took him? Why aren't you going after him?" she asked 
incredulously. 

Brome looked up and into her sister's eyes for the first time before she 
spoke again, "A Cajun witch has him...She's taken him deep into the 
bayou." 

"Well, I'm going after them!" Eva said and turned to walk out. 

"Wait! Brome yelled. "You don't know where she took him....You don't 
have a boat or provisions...You'll get yourself  killed." 

Eva turned and looked deeply into her sister's eyes. "What are you 
proposing?" she asked cautiously. 

Brome sighed heavily, just yesterday she wanted to strangle Eva. Now, 
she had something else in mind. 

"A truce," she offered. 

Eva stopped and considered. 

Samantha Foxx walked up and put in her two cents worth, "You'll need a 
boat, provisions, proper clothing, and a guide. I can handle the 
details. After all that is my specialty. 

Eva looked at her and asked, "Who are you?" 

Brome answered for her, "This is Samantha Foxx, a friend. 

Then she turned back to Samantha and introduced her sister. "And this is 
my sister, Eva." 

Samantha looked at her in surprise and said, "Whew!" Whistling the word 
out of her mouth. 

Eva looked her over for a few seconds and nodded. Samantha did the same 
and nodded back. 

"Then we have a truce?" Brome asked. 

Eva looked deeply once again into her sister's eyes. "No tricks? she 
asked. 

"No tricks!" Brome replied. 

"And what about our problem? Eva asked. 

"We'll settle that once we have Jim back...Agreed?" 

"Agreed," Eva replied. 

"Shake on it,"  Brome requested and she offered her hand. 

The two sisters shook hands. 

There is one final thing Brome said nearly spitting out the words, "When 
we catch up to Sarina...She's mine....I'll take care of that witch." 

Eva looked into her sister's eyes while she spoke. There was a 
determination and fire there she had never seen before. She found 
herself nodding in agreement to her sister's final demand. Both women 
regarded one another as they continued to shake hands. The handshake 
lasted for a long time. 

It was Samantha that broke the spell. "Well, I better get on the 
details." 

Brome turned and gave her friend the bad news. "I want you to stay here 
after you arrange things...We'll need a base of operations....And Sarina 
might come back..We'll keep in touch with you through our cell phones." 

Samantha put her hand up to her chin thinking, then offered, "I better 
get better communication equipment too, just in case." She motioned 
towards the men scattered about the floor, "What about them?" 

"Call the local chapter of WIC. They can take them off our hands," Brome 
suggested. 

"OK, but I want to keep that one," Samantha said pointing her thumb over 
to the corner. 

Brome looked in that direction. She had completely forgotten about the 
pirate. Jean was standing in the far corner of the room, just watching 
the women and patiently waiting." 

Brome looked back to Samantha and shook her head, yes. 

It was Eva who spoke this time, "We won't need a guide...I can find Jim 
with this," and she produced a small black box out of her pocket. 

Brome shook her head in understanding and said triumphantly, "The 
transponder....I completely forgot about that...That's how you found 
us." 

"Yes," Eva said with a sly smile, "This is a portable detection unit 
with a radius of fifty miles." 

"Fifty miles?....Then we better get going, ladies," Brome said with a 
touch of anxiety in her voice. 

Samantha had one final concern, "I still would suggest a guide...There's 
poisonous snakes, gators, and quick sand out there.....And no telling 
what traps that witch might set for you...A guide would know the area," 
she told the two women then looked at them with concern written all over 
her face. 

Brome and Eva looked at each other for a second, and with reason 
overcoming there anger they looked back towards Samantha and grudgingly 
nodded there acceptance of her suggestion. 

Samantha became a whirlwind of motion and said gleefully, "I'll get 
right on it." Then she motioned to Jean and said, "Follow me!"  Jean 
immediately stated walking behind Samantha as she made for the door. 
Before she had cleared the room, she already had her cell phone up to 
her ear and was talking into it. In another second she was gone. 

In an instant, the room became very quiet. Both sisters looked back 
toward each other, neither talking. They regarded each other for a long 
time in stony silence. 

To be Continued.... 


In the next chapter, The sisters meet their guide and set out after 
Sarina.  While Sarina on her journey deep into the bayou first takes Jim 
to No Man's Landing, a very wild place indeed. Then they head for the 
heart of Munson's Swamp. And Helga finally has her candle light dinner 
with Jim's dad.