My Swedish Vacation       Chapter 17
By Valerafon
Sarina and Jim go to a dance and Helga and Jim's dad settle things.


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 17    The Dance 

I awoke with a start. Something was wrong. I felt a tremendous weight on 
my stomach. As my eyes cleared, I saw Sarina grinning high above me. Her 
hands were rubbing something all over my face. It took just a second for 
me to realize it was shaving cream. 

I closed my eyes and let her hands work their magic. The sensations she 
was bringing me were wonderful. She rubbed the lather on my face in 
silence and I did not break the spell by trying to strike up a 
conversation. I realized this big beautiful woman could be as gentle as 
a lamb or as dangerous as a rattlesnake. She was being the former, at 
the moment, and I was falling under her spell. 

When I opened my eyes again, my gaze went from her face to her amazing 
breasts. She was naked from the waist up. Her breasts jutted out proudly 
and majestically from her chest like two creamy white mountains. I felt 
my breath catch in my own chest as I gazed at the twin wonders above me. 
They were perfectly formed and as big as my head. But Sarina was a big 
woman and they were in perfect proportion to her Amazonian body. 
Instinctively, I tried to reach out and touch them. How could a man do 
otherwise? 

But for some reason my hands did not respond to my command. It took just 
a moment for me to realize that Sarina was pinning my arms to my body 
with her legs as she sat on my stomach. I struggled for a moment trying 
to work my arms free. I did want to touch those gozangas and do some 
rubbing of my own, but her legs were immovable. 

She barely noticed my struggles as she finished lathering my face, but 
she did issue me a warning, "Honestly, all I'm doing is getting my 
little man ready for tonight. Don't move or I may nick your cute widdle 
face when I start shaving you." 

I hated being called "My little man" and the baby talk was just too much 
for me to take. I immediately started to struggle again as I heard 
myself say, "I'm not little..I'm 5'6''...That's almost average height 
for a man." 

After wiping her hands in a towel and discarding it when she was done, 
Sarina rolled her eyes and gave me a "Tsk...tsk." I don't think she 
believed me or it didn't matter. I realized to her, I was her little man 
and the seven or eight inch difference in our height made her 
pronouncement fact. 

As I mulled this over, Sarina moved her hands to her hips and 
repositioned her weight off my stomach, to her knees, as I struggled 
underneath her. The move gave her even more height as she watched my 
pitiful attempt to break free with an amused grin on her face. Even as I 
exerted myself with maximum effort, there was no apparent effort on her 
part to keep me captive. It was embarrassing for me to realize that she 
was winning our little struggle with so little effort on her part. She 
even emphasized this point to me as she casually stretched her arms and 
yawned and then ran one of her hands through her hair as if she was 
bored. I had to admit, even as I struggled, it only made her look even 
more sexy to me. 

In a minute or so, my energy played out and I stopped struggling. I 
looked up at her with what must have been a look of resignation. I think 
she enjoyed my reaction because she was still staring down at me with 
that maddening grin still on her face. 

In the next instant, almost hypnotically, my eyes were drawn to hers. I 
couldn't help drinking them in deeply. Instantly, I felt the sensation 
of  leaving my body and being transported elsewhere, to a place with no 
light. Still, somehow I knew where I was. I had been transported deep 
within those eyes of hers, and I felt myself slowly drifting in 
blackness and becoming hopelessly lost in them. As I passed through into 
this other place...a place without hope and light. I could still see 
those predatory eyes of hers staring at me through the darkness. As I 
floated in this other place, with her eyes being my whole world. I was 
reminded of the river we had just navigated. Her eyes were just as dark, 
foreboding, and dangerous and just like the river, they led to a place 
where men had no hope. 

From a distance, I felt pressure. It was as if I was feeling pain in 
another life. Slowly, I realized Sarina's  legs must be squeezing my 
body. The pain brought me back closer to the surface and helped me focus 
my thoughts and break the spell. Almost at once, I was bathed in light. 
With great effort, I stopped looking into those dark eyes of hers and 
lowered my gaze. 

I focused on Sarina's lower body for the first time. All she was wearing 
were a pair of black panties. Her magnificent legs controlled my arms 
and were squeezing them close to my body. At the same time, she must 
have been contracting the powerful muscles in her thighs. They were 
squeezing my hopelessly outclassed body into a more confined space. 

Even as I stared at my helpless situation, I realized Sarina was not 
squeezing me anywhere near as hard as she could. It dawned on me that 
she really wasn't trying to hurt me. She was just toying with my body as 
a cat toys with a mouse. Still, something was gnawing at me and made me 
fear her just then. I had a lingering feeling, a distant memory from 
when I was floating only moments before, trapped between heaven and some 
other place. That other place still burned bright in my mind, and I 
remembered glimpsing Sarina's true nature. I had felt a malevolence 
within her. A hatred for men. A hatred that could drive her to any 
extreme, and I was a man. It frightened me to think about it and the 
sheer power it possessed. I felt the hairs stand on the back of my neck 
as I remembered and my mind issued a warning. Never give in to her or 
you will be doomed. 

Sarina brought me quickly back to reality when she started to speak, 
"Did you see the James Bond movie where the woman killed the guy with 
her legs?" 

As she asked me this, she squeezed my body a little tighter between her 
own magnificent limbs. As my eyes bugged out, I managed to nod yes to 
her that I had indeed seen the movie. What I didn't tell her was it was 
my favorite part of the movie. I had dreamed of being between the legs 
of a woman who possessed such power. Who could control me with just her 
magnificent legs. Then a few months later, I had met the Brombergs and 
all my wildest fantasies had been realized. It embarrassed me, even 
know, to think I possessed such fantasies. 

Another squeeze brought my attention back to Sarina. "I think my legs 
are more beautiful and even stronger then that villainess... ..Don't you 
agree?" 

Another squeeze from her awesome legs produced the desired response. 
"Yes!" I managed to blurt out through the pain, and I meant it. 

That brought a smile to her face. "I know you like my legs..Right?" 

Another squeeze and I was babbling out the words she wanted to hear. 

"Yes! Oh Yes!" I managed to say. 

She smiled at me for a few moments while she squeezed my body even more 
tightly between her legs. I couldn't talk and I must have been an 
amusing sight to her as I  looked up at her in total helplessness, fear 
written all over my face. 

I heard her laugh at my predicament. It was a small contented little 
laugh, "Heh!...heh, heh!" 

Then she eased up on the pressure and changed the conversation. I was 
thankful for the reprieve. 

"So, you don't like being called little one...Well, that's just too 
bad," she said in a little girl's voice. At the same time, she rubbed 
her finger across my mustache and took some of the shaving cream and 
placed it daintily on the tip of my nose. 

She continued to talk, this time in her sweet southern drawl, but a 
light had just gone on in my head. 

"Well, you will always be my little man....my little Casanova..And there 
isn't a thing you can do about it, mister." 

I wasn't listening any more. I had just realized, in utter horror, that 
there was shaving cream on my mustache. It was my second proudest 
possession and she was going to shave it off. I felt strength well up in 
me that I didn't realize I possessed. 

I yelled, "Nooo! Not my mustache!" At the same time, I heaved my body up 
and pried my right arm free. Sarina gave me quite a startled look. More 
from the fact that I had just pried my arm free then the fact that I was 
struggling again. Once my arm was free, I tried to push her body 
backwards off me. All I managed to do was bury my hand deep in her 
succulent right breast. 

This did not improve my position. All it did was to change Sarina's 
sunny disposition. 

"Ouch! That hurt you bastard....give me that hand." 

Sarina grabbed my free hand with her one hand and yanked it above my 
head, and with her other hand she reached down and grabbed the wrist of 
the arm that was still trapped. She yanked it above my head as well and 
then transferred both my wrists to her left hand burying my wrists, with 
the weight of her body, into the bed. This freed her right hand and I 
was about to feel it's wrath. 

"That was stupid," she informed me. 

I had already figured that out. All I had done was anger her and worsen 
my position. It was about to get much worse. I didn't even see it 
coming. She slapped me across the right side of my face so hard she 
rattled my teeth and addled my brain. The impact of the blow sent 
shaving cream flying across the room. But she didn't stop there, then 
she backhanded my other cheek even harder. It sent shaving cream flying 
off in the other direction. 

"Please..no more," I begged. 

She stopped her next slap inches from my face. 

Then while she spoke, she started to smooth the lather across my face 
again very gently, "All right little one....because you asked 
nicely....but I am taking your mustache...Do you know why?" 

I looked up at her with what must have been a pitiful and inquisitive 
look on my face. 

She answered almost immediately, "Because I can..that's why." 

She patted my cheek with her big hand and continued, "If you're good...I 
may let you grow it back, but know this.." 

I looked into her eyes once again. I felt myself falling once more. I 
fought back the sensation this time and focused on her ruby red lips 
instead of her eyes. 

"I own you body and soul and I make all the decisions..never forget 
that." 

I gave her as blank an expression as I could muster. Fight her my mind 
screamed out. 

Evidently, she did not like my emotionless reaction to her words. She 
paused a moment and then said calmly, "I think you need some leg 
conditioning." 

Before I could react, she quickly changed our position on the bed. She 
leaned to one side and I felt her mammoth thighs engulf my waist. Her 
amazing legs dwarfed my body. They made me feel as if indeed I was her 
"little man." I knew I was hopelessly trapped. Her legs felt like steel, 
but they were so damn beautiful and feminine looking all at the same 
time. They made my mind reel with confusion. She easily and effortlessly 
controlled my lower body with those magnificent twin pillars of steel. 

My arms were no use to me either, they were still imprisoned over my 
head by her single hand, but now she could lean back in comfort while 
she tortured me between her magnificently muscled legs. 

Almost immediately I felt the squeeze and she started to talk in a more 
nonchalant manner. "You'll be much more respectful once you have a 
little session with these legs of mine." 

I couldn't answer her. The power of her muscular legs made me mute and 
took my breath away. They were the most powerful legs I had ever 
experienced with the possible exception of Inga's. Now I was certain I 
knew how that man felt in that James Bond movie. 

As she squeezed, Sarina let go of my arms. She knew I was already to 
weak for them to be of much use to me. Instinctively, my left hand went 
to her crossed ankles. All I could do was grab hold. I was powerless to 
pry myself free. I knew I had only a fraction of the strength needed to 
uncross her mighty legs. 

Slowly and methodically Sarina ground me down between her luscious 
thighs. When I started to get groggy and on the verge of  passing out, 
she would let up on the squeeze till I recovered. Occasionally, she 
would slap me lightly on one of my cheeks to aid my recovery. Then she 
would start the process all over again. 

As she worked my body with her legs, she worked my mind with her words, 
"My boys never fully recover from their first session with my legs...And 
they're much more docile and respectful after that." 

I thought fearful was the proper word. 

"But of course, this isn't you're first extended session with my 
legs..However, I doubt if you can remember the first session...I have a 
feeling, though, that you will remember this session." 

"What was she talking about? Then even as she squeezed my body, my mind 
flashed back to a strange looking room. The only piece of furniture in 
the room was an ornate bed and there were mats scattered all about the 
room as well. I was there and so was Sarina, and we were on the mats. My 
head was between her legs and I was crying out in agony. Then, in a 
flash, I was back in the present, in this room. Somehow, the pain felt 
all too familiar. 

When my mind cleared, I realized Sarina was talking again, "I've found a 
little softening up of my boys gains the results that I want quite 
nicely." 

In short order, I found myself begging, "Pleeease...stop!..I can't take 
much more...Pleease!" 

Mercifully my begging seemed to work, "Oh, I'll stop all right...You 
should be docile enough to shave...besides, I wouldn't want you to be 
wasted for the dance....But remember this session with my legs little 
one...Defiance will get you an even more extended session with my 
manbreakers." 

After her latest warning, she eased up on her squeeze, and I gulped in 
some air, but I was too exhausted and weak to move or even turn my head 
and look at her. 

Sarina kept her big legs around my waist and turned my head towards her 
so she could get a better look at me. 

After she turned my head a few times in her powerful hand, looking over 
the results of her squeezing, she said, "Phew! It was good that I 
stopped when I did. A few more minutes and you wouldn't have been worth 
a tinkers dam at the dance tonight. 

I tried to speak but the words just wouldn't come out. 

Sarina tweaked my nose and said in a soothing voice, "Hush little one, 
and don't move while I shave you." 

Then she produced a razor from somewhere and started to shave my face. I 
didn't resist. I couldn't resist. But even as she took my mustache, I 
said solemnly to myself...must fight her...must never give in. 

After I was clean shaven she casually rubbed the back of her hand up and 
down my cheek and said, "There, that wasn't so bad was it?" 

I knew better then to tell her the truth. I shook my head no. 

She smiled, rubbed her hands through my hair and said, "Good boy!" Even 
as she continued to rub her hands through my hair she commented further, 
"Maybe I should have shaved you're head as well." 

I looked up at her in complete and utter fear. That elicited a hearty 
laugh from her. 

"Don't worry, she said as she continued to rub her hand through my hair. 
"I won't take your hair..I like it too much...But remember...If I wanted 
too, I could...I'm the boss." Then she watched my reaction very 
carefully. 

I shook my head, up and down, to let her know that I completely 
understood who the boss was. 

That was the proper response. She rubbed my hair even more vigorously 
this time as she replied in glee, "Gooood Boy!" 

Afterwards, I didn't have time to dwell on the loss of my mustache 
because Sarina required more from me. 

"I know you like this big body of mine....Tell me you like it." 

We were about to play that game again. I think I hesitated too long 
because she started to talk before I could react. 

"I know you like it," she said in a very sexy voice. 

I braced for another squeeze session, but Sarina had yet another 
surprise for me. She got up from the bed and immediately started to 
dance. This was a surprising turn of events. As I watched her dance, I 
thought I better sit on the corner of the bed and give her some 
attention. Discretion is always the better part of valor. 

She was moving her body in a very seductive manner and she got my 
complete attention almost immediately. 

"We're going to have so much fun at the dance tonight," she informed me 
while she moved her body in a provocative way. 

As I watched her dance, I realized Sarina was a woman of many moods. Her 
wild mood swings made me question her sanity, but I didn't say that out 
loud. Instead, I watched her dance in complete and utter fascination. 
She was moving her body slowly and seductively like a practiced exotic 
dancer. In a matter of seconds, PJ had become interested in the 
proceedings as well. 

When she saw that I was totally engrossed in her dancing, she slowed 
down her movements even more and started undulating her body and her 
hips and cupping her breasts. My mouth went dry and I think it opened 
slightly as I stared at her with what must have been complete lust on my 
part. 

She smiled at me as she continued to dance, and she said sweetly, "I 
know you like this big body of mine." 

Sarina sometimes was master of the obvious. After she spoke, she moved 
her hands seductively down her body and then she turned around and bent 
over. 

Now that was a view no man could resist. Slowly she wiggled her ass back 
and forth right in my face. She turned her head back in my direction so 
she could catch my reaction, and she gave me a big broad smile when she 
got the desired results. 

For some reason I was finding it difficult to breath, and I couldn't 
swallow, but I watched her every move. What man wouldn't have? 

After a few minutes of rear action, she turned seductively around once 
again and started to lower her panties slowly down her legs with the 
tips of her fingers. I was so engrossed by now, I wouldn't have taken my 
eyes from her if there was a nuclear war going on outside. Slowly very 
slowly she inched them down her marvelous legs. In a matter of seconds, 
her bush sprang into view and PJ's telltale presence must have been just 
as obvious to her. 

After drinking in my fill of her more desirable areas. She started the 
decent of her panties once more. Hypnotically, my eyes followed her 
panties on their slow decent down her magnificently muscled legs. 
Finally, she kicked them off one of her toes and caught them in her 
right hand. Then she danced over and placed them over my head. I didn't 
stop her. I couldn't move. I had long ago lost control of my body. I 
stayed rigidly still and watched her continue to dance even though my 
vision had become slightly obscured by the lacy black panties. I knew PJ 
had become fairly rigid by this time as well. 

After a few more undulations and a few more wiggles, she danced over to 
the dresser and produced a can of beer from somewhere. Still dancing, 
she popped the top and took a long sip from the can. I on the other hand 
was thirsty for something else. She slowly danced my way again and when 
she got into range, she lifted her foot and opened my mouth with her big 
toe. I couldn't have reacted if I wanted too, besides I couldn't take my 
eyes off those magnificently moving breasts. When she had opened my 
mouth sufficiently, she stuck her toe inside and then started to pour 
the beer down her leg. 

The runoff flowed down her leg onto her foot and most of the beer found 
its way right into my mouth. I still didn't take my eyes from her as I 
swallowed the beer. Finally, she removed her toe from my mouth and took 
another swig from the can. This time she didn't swallow the beer. 
Instead, she sat on my lap and carefully removed the panties from my 
head and threw them in the corner. I received another big smile and then 
she threw her arms around my neck.  My mouth and lips went to meet hers 
and as we kissed, the beer flowed right into my mouth a second time. I 
swallowed the beer once again even as I kissed her. My heart by this 
time was beating wildly in my chest. I had become a sex starved maniac. 
Resisting her was the farthest thing from my mind. I wanted her, more 
than I had wanted any woman before. Brome had been driven from my 
thoughts by a wiggle and a shimmy and a sensual kiss. My mind reeled and 
was lost in sexual desire. Somehow, Sarina had driven me wild with lust 
and made me her obedient sex slave. 

But PJ was to be disappointed once more. After she had secured the 
desired reaction from me, Sarina exclaimed, "I'm going to put you to 
sleep now and when you wake up, you'll be all dressed and ready to go to 
the dance." 

She had just gone through another mood swing. The reaction on my face 
must have went first from lust, then to disbelief, and finally to 
despair even as I felt those long luscious legs engulf my waist once 
again. I was awash in a sea of lust and desire. I had to have her. I 
would have sold myself to the devil, at that moment, if my needs would 
have been fulfilled. I kissed any part of her I could reach, but finally 
the pain returned and gripped me once more. It dulled my desire. I soon 
found myself struggling in a vain attempt to free myself from the 
inexorable pressure of her dominating legs. 

Almost immediately, I went limp from the force being applied to my 
midsection and as soon as I did, she caught my face and kissed me 
deeply. As I slowly lost consciousness, I heard laughter. Where was it 
coming from? It wasn't Sarina who was laughing. It only took me a moment 
more to realize that it came from deep within me. It was my inner child. 
I could see him clearly in my minds eye. Finally, the boy stopped 
laughing at me and said, "You know you are doomed!" 

Even as I felt Sarina's lips pressing tightly on mine, in an unbreakable 
grip, and her legs wrapped around me tighter than a python could engulf 
it's prey. I knew that little boy was right. I heard his words echoing 
in my ears as I lost consciousness, "You are doomed!....You are 
doomed!...You are doomed!" 

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The small party had been traveling northwest for the better part of a 
half hour. Slowly dusk fell and then darkness set in. Ron lit a lantern 
and kept it nearby as he guided the boat on its journey up river. 
Everyone had remained quiet as they settled in for a long ride. Ron had 
been steering the boat and eyeing the two women in the dim light as the 
boat slowly made progress up the bayou. 

Finally, he asked, "You too aren't from around here...are you?" 

Eva and Brome looked at one another before Brome answered the man's 
obvious question, "No, we're from Kintooky." 

"I knew it! I knew it!" Ron exclaimed slapping his hand on his knee to 
emphasize his point. 

Eva and Brome looked at one another again. This time Brome shrugged her 
shoulders at her sister. 

The Cajun Man continued on with his gloating, "You're Northerners...I 
knew you weren't from around these parts the moment I saw you."....Then 
almost as an afterthought he added, "I have a sixth sense about such 
things." 

The two sisters looked at one another again. This time Eva whispered so 
only her sister could hear, "Are you absolutely sure this guy can help 
us?" 

This time Brome whispered back somewhat disgustedly, "I'm going to kill 
Samantha when I see her." 

Ron was on a roll, he ignored the women's whispering and asked, "You're 
sisters aren't you?" 

Eva and Brome looked at one another again. It was an involuntary 
reaction to the Cajun Man's questions. This time Eva shook her head yes. 

Ron yelled, "I knew it!" slapping his knee one more time. 

Eva shook her head in disgust and sighed heavily, but refrained from 
looking at her sister with some effort. Instead, she reached into her 
nap sack and pulled out a flashlight and something else. 

Ron stopped talking and watched the big blonde with curiosity written 
all over his handsome face. 

Brome was happy that her sister had produced a temporary lull in the 
conversation. She reached for the flashlight and held it for her sister 
as Eva strained to read the little black box. 

Eva looked up from the box and told her sister, "We're going in the 
right direction and they're about twenty five miles from here." 

Brome nodded. 

The Cajun Man was intrigued. He inquired, "What's that gizmo you got 
there?" 

Eva looked up from the readout and thought, God he's good looking....If 
he only he had a brain. But she answered his question with patience, 
"Sarina has something we want..I can track her with this....And it tells 
us if we're going in the right direction." 

 Jim said proudly, "I could've told ya that. There's only two directions 
on the bayou, upriver and down river." 

Eva refrained from looking at her sister only with great effort this 
time. Instead, she fixed her stare at the handsome man in the boat 
before her.  Her opinion of him softening even as she looked him over 
once again. There's honesty and integrity in that face, she thought, and 
strength too. Give him a chance she heard herself saying. 

Both Ron and Eva were quiet for a few seconds more as they stared at one 
another. Finally, Ron said with conviction, "Don't worry, I'll help you 
find her. I know the bayou like the back of my hand." And he stuck out 
his hand showing her the front part. 

Eva looked at it and sighed heavily once more. 

"Even if we have to go to No Man's Landing?" Brome inquired breaking the 
spell between Eva and Ron. 

"Even there," Ron said sincerely, "somebody's got to protect you two 
lovely ladies." 

Brome and Eva looked at one another once again. This time they were 
smiling. 

But Ron had one more question. He looked at Eva and asked, "I don't see 
any rings on you're fingers....Ya got a boyfriend?" 

Eva was momentarily taken back by Ron's straightforward inquiry. She was 
going to answer honestly, when she paused for a moment and looked at 
Brome. Brome was staring intently at her sister waiting for her reply. 
For some reason, her sister's penetrating stare made her change her 
answer. 

"Hundreds!" she told the Cajun Man. 

Momentarily, Ron turned his gaze to Brome after Eva's remark. He fixed 
his gaze on her like he had read something between the lines. He gave 
her a knowing smile or at least that's what Brome thought it was, and 
then his gaze returned to Eva. 

Brome wondered if Ron caught the significance of Eva's reply. His 
usually unreadable face momentarily showed signs of recognition. It made 
Brome look at him differently for a brief moment. 

As the Cajun Man stared intently at Eva, his smile still seemed somehow 
different Brome thought. 

Finally, his smile turned into a shit-eating-grin. It dominated his face 
and went from ear-to-ear. After what the sisters thought was a very long 
time, Ron said to Eva with more than his usual careless bravado, "Great! 
I like competition." 

Eva was surprised a second time. She did not answer him immediately. 
Instead, she retreated and gave Ron an uncertain reply. It was the same 
ploy women had used since the dawn of time. She looked at him, rolled 
her eyes, and shook her head. 

Everyone was quiet for a moment. The Cajun Man was still wearing that 
shit-eating-grin as he guided the boat up stream. Brome thought, chalk 
up the first round to Mr. Ron Ransom. Maybe, as she delved deeper, his 
southern hayseed demeanor is just an act. Then she remembered the 
warning he had given the two sisters when they first met. He delivered 
it like a Shakespearean actor. 

Brome looked at the Cajun Man once more, this time very differently. She 
propped her chin on her hand and rested her arm on her knee and looked 
at him even more deeply. Involuntarily, she said, "Hmmmm!" out loud as 
she continued to regard the man. 

There was silence for a few moments. Everyone was still lost in their 
own thoughts as the boat rounded a bend in the river, and Sarina's 
mansion came into view. 

When Brome saw the mansion looming before her, it broke her train of 
thought. Hurriedly, she gave Ron an order before they passed the dock, 
"We need to stop here." 

Ron looked at her for a moment, then said, "That's Sarina's place." 

Brome smiled and replied, "We know....We've made it our base of 
operations till we find her." 

Ron shook his head and whistled. Then he said sincerely, "Maybe, I've 
underestimated you two." 

Ron didn't ask any more questions. He skillfully guided the boat up to 
the dock and cut the engine. Seconds later, he was helping the two 
ladies out of the boat, and he handed Brome a flashlight so the sisters 
could make their way to the mansion. He did not follow. Instead, he 
pulled out a knife and a piece of wood and made himself comfortable in 
the boat. 

Brome gestured with her hand for him to follow and said in a firm voice, 
"Come on ...There's somebody we want you to meet." 

Eva looked at Brome and both women laughed. 

Then Eva said, "Yes, and I can't wait for Ms. Samantha Fox to meet you." 

Both women laughed once again. 

The Cajun man shrugged, but got out of the boat, and he put the knife 
and half carved piece of wood away. He did have one final comment as 
they moved to the house, "Her pleasure...not mine." 

This time both women rolled their eyes and shook their heads. 

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Jim and Helga moved the furniture out of the way and in no time had 
prepared a little fighting area. Helga was a bit surprised when the 
president of Prescott Enterprises produced several mats to set down. 

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" she asked him once 
again. 

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you," he said in a jovial tone of voice. 

"I was thinking more about the damage to your male ego, once I win," she 
said to him sincerely. 

He stopped unfolding the mat and regarded her for a second. "You really 
expect to win....don't you?" This time the bravado was absent from his 
voice. 

"I must be who I am," she said solemnly. 

"And what is that?"  he asked. 

"A dominant woman...And your superior." 

He laughed, but quickly responded to her remark, "I've yet to meet my 
better." 

"And can it be the same between us if you meet your better this day?" 
she asked very seriously. 

He looked deeply into her eyes, and it was a moment before he finally 
answered, "I'll love you all the more." 

Helga responded by looking deeply into his eyes, and it was a moment 
before she responded, "And win or lose...I'll still love you." 

There was silence for a few moments. Then Jim Prescott senior asked, 
"How do you want to do this?" 

Helga didn't answer immediately. Instead, she took off her dress, for a 
second time, revealing a magnificent female body with superb muscle 
tone. Jim couldn't help looking at her with lust written all over his 
face, and maybe with a little awe mixed in. She still had a magnificent 
body for a woman in her forties he thought, and that muscular physique 
meant she must spend many hours in the gym as well, and her imposing 
height added to the spell. 

After she thought Jim had spent enough time looking her over, she 
reached for the clasp of her brazier and inquired demurely, "Do you want 
me to wrestle with my bra on or off?" 

"Your call." Jim said, but the look on his face seemed to say..Take it 
off. 

Helga smiled and said, "I prefer to fight with it off,." And then she 
proceeded to remove her bra. When her breasts were freed from their 
prison, acre upon acre of titty flesh came rolling out into view. Helga 
smiled as she watched Jim's reaction. She knew her breasts were the most 
awesome part of her anatomy. 

Jim's mouth opened slightly as he watched the show. He couldn't hide the 
desire for this woman and he didn't try. Helga's huge breasts always got 
the same reaction from a man and this time was no different. 

But Helga had a warning for her now horny opponent. "Be warned," she 
cautioned as she unsuccessfully tried to capture most of her breasts 
with her hands, "I won't hesitate to use these as weapons." 

Jim found enough breath to answer back, "Is that a threat or a promise?" 

She smiled and chuckled at his reply. And then she told her adversary 
"Both!" 

Jim smiled at her remark. And never taking his eyes from those luscious 
breasts, shook his head, and walked onto the mat. 

"Oh no you don't," Helga replied, "you have to take your clothes off 
too." 

Jim looked down at his pants and then at Helga and shrugged. He slowly 
started to take his clothes off as well. This time it was Helga's turn 
to watch the strip show. 

When he got to his underclothes he asked, "Should I fight with my T-
shirt on or off?" 

Helga laughed, but quickly answered, "Your call." 

It was obvious to the elder Prescott that Helga would rather his T-shirt 
come off, so he quickly discarded it. 

She too found desire well up in her as she watched the confident man on 
the other side of the mat. What a trim and fit body she thought. This 
will not be easy. 

When the strip show was over for a second time, they stared at  each 
other for just a moment more before Helga stepped onto the mat as well. 

"You never answered my question," Jim asked once again, "How are we 
going to settle this?" 

We'll wrestle till one, that will be you, admits the other is his 
superior, " she said with a smile. 

"We shall see," he replied still smiling himself. 

Both opponents fixed on their adversaries eyes as they warily circled 
each. The moment of truth had arrived. It was Jim who made the first 
move. 

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This time, I awoke slowly and in degrees. I felt my body being moved 
around even before I became fully conscious. Also, I could hear a female 
voice humming a familiar tune. What was the name of that tune? For some 
reason, I tried to remember the name of that haunting melody even before 
I opened my eyes. 

As I opened my eyes, the title of the song came to me. It was an old 
Everly Brothers song....Cathy's Clown. Like before, Sarina's smiling 
face was the first thing I saw towering above me. 

When she saw I was awake, she patted my cheek, and said in a happy 
voice, "Good! You're up!" After her comment, she quickly moved away from 
the bed over to the dresser. And as she fixed her hair in the mirror, 
she added, "We're late!" 

I sat up and tried to rub the sleep from my eyes. My gaze fixed on 
Sarina. She was wearing a black halter top and matching black spandex 
pants. The look was finished by matching black boots. I couldn't help 
but think she looked magnificent. The color was exactly right for her 
dark hair and complexion, and I thought it fit her nature as well. 

As I watched her fix her hair, I felt my lust returning. I tried to 
control my emotions by thinking of other matters. Where and when had she 
bought that outfit? I doubted that No Man's Landing had a ladies 
boutique. Then I remembered that she had taken several nap sacks along 
with us on our journey. In some respects Sarina was much like Eva. They 
both were prepared for every contingency. 

As I stared at her trying to shake the cob webs from my brain, my eyes 
saw her reflection in the mirror and my lust for her returned. The front 
part of her halter barely kept those large globes of hers from flopping 
out. I wasn't a breast man and I didn't think they were her best assets. 
I thought her long marvelously muscled legs were, but I still couldn't 
help staring through the mirror, in awe and lust, at them. 

Looking through the mirror herself, she caught me staring at her. It 
immediately produced a smile on her part as she finished fixing her 
hair. Moments later, she asked still staring at me through the mirror, 
"Is my little man ready to go?" 

For the first time, I realized my own condition. I was almost naked. I 
looked at her through the mirror once again and said with resignation in 
my voice, "Give me a few minutes to dress." 

Sarina turned and facing me, she replied, "But honey, you are dressed 
and ready to go." 

I sprung to my feet and looked down. All I was wearing was some sort of 
black jock strap. It was extremely tight fitting and barely covered 
anything at all. It was very peculiar too. Because it had a black velvet 
sheath where PJ was nestled securely inside. I had to look perfectly 
ridiculous in it. 

The only other stitch of clothing I was wearing was some sort of tie 
around my neck. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and could see 
that a band circled my neck and ended in a black bow tie arrangement in 
front. I felt just like a Chippendale dancer without the muscles. 

As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and the realization sank in 
that this was how Sarina wanted me to go to the dance, I blurted out, 
"I'm not going like this!" 

Sarina walked a few steps closer and put her hands on her hips, and 
struck a very threatening pose. I removed my eyes from the mirror and 
looked up at Sarina. With the two inch heels on her boots, she was more 
than a full head taller than me. At that moment, I did feel like her 
little man, but going to the dance dressed like this was just not an 
option, and next to her towering muscular form, defiance didn't seem 
like an option either. 

Instead, in a calm voice, I tried some good old fashioned pleading.  
"Please Sarina...Let me put on some more clothes...I look ridiculous 
like this." 

Her face softened somewhat, but instead of answering me, she bent down 
and picked me up under the arms holding me out at arms length a good 
half foot off the ground. Her face ablaze with a big smile as she 
admired her handy work. 

Finally, she said happily, "You look perfect....My little Casanova." 

I hung my head and heard that inner voice say once again. Don't give in 
or you'll be doomed. 

Sarina effortlessly transferred my body to her right hip and walked over 
to the mirror. When we were in position in front of the mirror, she 
grabbed my chin with her hand and made me look at our reflections. 

"Don't we make a beautiful couple,"  she asked. 

For a moment, I heard a familiar melody playing in my brain once 
again...Cathy's Clown. Staring at my reflection, I felt just like 
Sarina's Clown. All that was missing was a clown outfit, but I realized 
the outfit I was wearing made a perfect substitute. 

 "NO!" I yelled. I think it was that little boy inside of me who 
defiantly answered her question....damn him! 

I felt Sarina sigh heavily, but she didn't get mad or say anything in 
reply. Instead, she walked over to a chair and put her right foot on the 
seat. Then in one quick move she threw my body over her big beautiful 
thigh. I was suspended by her big leg with neither my arms or legs 
touching the ground. 

Before she commenced with my punishment she said sadly, "This is going 
to hurt me far more than it's going to hurt you." 

Why do people feel it necessary to say that to someone before they 
discipline them? I wasn't completely certain, but I sincerely doubted 
her statement. 

Almost immediately, I heard a loud CRACK! and instantly felt the pain. 
Wearing only the jock strap, made my ass cheeks totally available to 
Sarina's big right hand. 

And as blow after blow rained down on my backside, I was absolutely 
certain that it was hurting me far more than it was hurting 
Sarina...CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! 
CRACK! 

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Jim and Helga had been wrestling for almost half an hour with neither 
gaining a clear cut advantage. Sweat dripped from their bodies making it 
even more difficult for the other to maintain a secure hold. Both were 
breathing heavily and Jim's cocky self assured smile had long since been 
replaced by grim determination. 

Helga's own admiration for the man only grew. Even her late husband Max 
had never been able to last anywhere near as long, and he had been an 
Olympic shot putter. This definitely is the one she thought even as she 
tried to complete the conquest of the president of Prescott Enterprises. 

For the last ten minutes, neither combatant had made one of their 
patented quips. Both had to conserve their energy for fighting. Helga 
saw that Jim was breathing more heavily than her. Was his seemingly 
inexhaustible supply of energy finally waning? Both combatants were on 
their knees facing each other when Helga thought to herself, now is the 
time! And she lunged, with her big body at Jim, throwing caution to the 
wind. 

The maneuver caught Jim by surprise and he toppled backwards, to the 
mat, with her directly on top of him. She quickly grabbed his wrists 
with her hands and wound her legs around his in a tight grapevine. For a 
moment, both stopped wrestling as they looked into each others eyes, 
both their chests heaving with their earlier exertions and their bodies 
covered in sweat. 

Helga arched her body and legs slightly and placed her hands on the mat 
alongside Jim. This lifted her body slightly off of him and brought her 
mammoth breasts near his face.  At the same time, she was dealing him 
pain from her encircling legs. 

It was Helga who spoke first, "I did warn you that I wouldn't hesitate 
to use these as weapons." 

Jim didn't have time to respond because his face was submerged in acres 
of titty flesh. At the same time, Helga twisted her upper body back and 
forth and literally was pummeling his face with her huge breasts. She 
was effectively using them, just as she had said, as weapons of war. At 
the same time, she turned up the pressure from her long muscular legs 
causing Jim severe distress in other areas as well. 

She let up on her two pronged attack and asked him, "Do you admit 
defeat?" 

"Never! was his reply." 

Instantly, he was submerged again in mounds of  soft supple breast meat, 
but she continued to pummel his face by whiplashing him with her immense 
breasts, and the terrible pressure on his legs returned as well. 

This time the pummeling lasted almost a full minute before Helga 
relented and asked again, "Do you admit defeat?" 

Jim was smiling this time as he reiterated his earlier reply, "Never!" 

His smiling face caught Helga by surprise and it made her angry and even 
more determined. The humor was gone from her voice when she informed 
him,  "So you're enjoying yourself....Are you?...I don't think you'll 
enjoy this.." 

She quickly maneuvered his tiring body between her big legs in a tight 
body scissors. At the same time, she grabbed his head with both of her 
arms and drew him closer to her own magnificent body. She then turned on 
the power with her big muscular legs. She heard him gasp in pain, and 
she immediately increased the pressure even more. 

She worked his body with the huge and well developed muscles in her 
thighs for the next ten minutes. At the same time, she worked his mind 
as well. "Give into me," she whispered, "you know you want too." 

This time he didn't answer her with defiance. He didn't answer her at 
all. 

"Give in!" she whispered even as she squeezed him with all her might. 

He didn't answer and she felt his body go limp. For a moment, she feared 
that she might have gone too far and injured him. Grabbing his head with 
both of her hands, she moved him slightly away from her confining body 
so she could get a good look at his face. He looked exhausted and she 
saw something else in his eyes, a look of resignation. 

I am going to break you she thought, but I will leave you with you're 
dignity in tact and something else. Then she cupped his face with her 
hands and kissed him very passionately on the lips. Even as she kissed 
him she squeezed him tightly with her long muscular legs, once again 
bringing the man pleasure and pain all at the same time. 

After the kiss, she looked into his defeated eyes once more. She saw 
confusion and pain there, and extreme weariness as well, but something 
else was present. This time she saw love in his eyes. She smiled 
triumphantly and kissed him again. 

After the second kiss, she whispered openly to him, "I'm going to give 
this big body of mine to you, but first you must say the words." 

Jim tried to say something, but the words just wouldn't come out. 
Instead, a tear trickled down his cheek. 

Helga lovingly wiped the tear from his cheek and whispered in that sweet 
soothing voice of hers, "Just say the words darling, and they will set 
you free!" 

She brushed another tear from his eye and whispered very close to his 
face, her hot breath mixing with his and adding to his confusion and 
lust,  "Everyone has a boss to answer too...Even the presidents of 
mighty corporations....And you have to admit that I'm a lot better to 
look at than most." 

After her statement she tightened her death grip on the man even more. 
It was the most power she had ever used on a man. Again she whispered, 
"Oh, I'll let you run your company and let you make all the 
decisions.....But when you come home to me..I'll be the one who will be 
pulling the strings." Then she whispered even more seductively, 
"Submit!" 

Jim looked deeply into her eyes, but he still felt the amazing and 
confining pressure of her legs. For a brief moment, they became his 
entire world. As he looked at her, he had to admit to himself that 
indeed she was very beautiful. Would it be so bad to have a boss? He had 
never had one before. 

Finally, his mind gave in to the inevitable and he mumbled out the 
words, "I yield!" 

Instantly, the pressure ceased and he felt his body moving once again. 
This time, there was no more pain. Only another passionate kiss and then 
wave after wave of intense pleasure. It filled his mind and body where 
only minutes before there had been pain. His mind told him this was much 
better....much more desirable. Till in one supreme moment there was 
total release. His body gave into the mind numbing pleasure and he knew 
his mind had given in as well. Jim knew from that moment on his life 
would never be the same again. 

Afterwards, he laid by her side and neither talked for some time. He was 
totally content, and for some reason, he felt no shame. Amazingly, his 
ego still felt intact. She was right he told himself. This isn't so bad 
after all. 

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The spanking lasted for a good ten minutes. First, I asked her to stop, 
then I pleaded with her, and finally I begged her. Nothing stopped her 
terrible onslaught. Only after her anger was appeased or she got tired 
of hitting me, I don't know which, did the spanking finally come to an 
end. By this time I was in tears, and so was my inner child. I 
visualized him once again and he was rubbing his butt and sniffling. He 
did manage to tell me, one more time, that I was doomed. 

Soon after, I felt my body being repositioned once again. This time 
Sarina held me like a small child in her arms. I had my arms around her 
neck and my legs were around her waist as she carried me. Her hands were 
under my sore butt for support. She stopped at the mirror once more to 
look at her handiwork. 

She exclaimed, "Boy! That tail of yours is going to be beet red for a 
week." 

I tried to control my sniffling and turned around to look at my 
reflection. My ass was in sorry shape, and it glowed from the pummeling 
I had just taken. 

She informed me, in a very sweet child-like voice, as she started 
walking towards the door, "Now everyone at the dance is going to know 
that you were disciplined by a sincere sensitive woman." 

That little boy was talking again. I told him to shut up! He had gotten 
me into enough trouble. I didn't answer Sarina's statement. What could I 
say? Instead, I laid my head on her shoulders and closed my eyes as she 
carried me out the door towards the dance. 

The dance was being held at Mama Gucciardo's. She owned the largest beer 
hall in town and it doubled as a dance floor every Friday night 
depending on whether or not they could talk a band into playing for the 
townsfolk. The band was always offered amnesty. That meant the band was 
off limits to all females. The women weren't allowed to touch or harass 
the band members and it definitely meant kidnapping was out of the 
question. Surprisingly, they did get some famous bands on occasion. 
Several of the larger women even escorted the band members all the way 
up river. 

We entered the beer hall just in time for the introductions of the band. 
Bozo Chavis and his musicians were playing tonight. The band walked out 
from behind a door that was located at the back of the stage. They 
entered to cat calls, whistles, and a few lewd remarks. A few of the 
band members looked nervous, but they were surrounded by steel bars. The 
women couldn't get at them, but it didn't stop a few from trying. They 
reached through the steel bars with their hands trying to get at the 
band members. I thought so much for the safe pass the band members had 
been given. If it wasn't for the bars the band would have disappeared 
into the night never to be seen again. 

The band for the most part ignored the women and started to play. I 
wondered if they had played here before because they seemed so calm. 
Only the violin player seemed to react to the women's cat calls and 
groping. He moved as far from the bars as he could get which was towards 
to back end of the stage. 

The music was as strange as their instruments. One guy was playing a 
guitar, another an accordion and still another a violin. I thought it 
was a very strange combination of instruments, but the crowd seemed to 
like the odd music. Sarina, saw my puzzled expression and informed me 
that this was Cajun Music. I should have known. 

The guitar player was introduced as Bozo Chavis to whoops and hollers 
from the womenfolk. He seemed to be taking everything in stride. I 
wasn't surprised, Sarina informed me earlier that he was being paid a 
small fortune to do this gig. 

As soon as the music started, which was a cross between French baroque 
and soul music, the dance floor started to crowd up. Mercifully, Sarina 
finally set me down and let me walk, under my own power, to a table 
right by the dance floor. A woman removed the reserved sign, handed us 
some menus,  and bid us to sit down. She looked me over and smiled as we 
sat. I wasn't surprised to see Sarina was again getting special 
treatment. I just couldn't figure out why? 

For the first time, I got a good look at the rest of the crowd. Most of 
the men were dressed as skimpily as I was, and their clothing was even 
more outrageous than mine. A few very unlucky men were naked as jay 
birds, and they were really getting eyed by the rest of the women. 
Several tried to keep a hand down below for modesty sake, but their 
women escorts would often bat their hand away when they saw what the man 
was doing. 

After scanning the hall, I realized my outfit was one of the more 
conservative ones. I  didn't notice one woman turn her head in my 
direction or stare at my outfit. For some reason, I was disappointed. 

Most of the women seemed to be having a grand old time. Although, the 
women who didn't have men, and there were a lot of them, were looking 
the men over like hungry wolves, and were milling near the dance floor 
like vultures. Like the other men, I tried not to look their way. It 
made me feel like a piece of meat. 

The men, on the other hand, were not smiling and having as good a time 
as the women. Every man I observed seemed very respectful to the 
womenfolk. Maybe, docile is the right word.  Most of the men had their 
heads bowed when they were not being talked to or danced with as well. 
It was as if, by bowing their heads, they could remove themselves from 
the night's festivities. 

The women, on the other hand, considered the dance a great occasion, and 
they took it as an opportunity to dress up. They were in their Sunday 
best and most had even taken baths. It was a definite improvement from 
this afternoon. Even though they dressed up, most women were showing off 
their greatest assets to best advantage. Whether it was their long 
muscular legs, or tall lean bodies, or mammoth breasts. 

Just then the music changed and so did the mood in the dance hall. The 
men and women on the dance floor started gyrating all about, and most of 
the women started screaming in sheer enjoyment. The men who were being 
thrown and hurtled about, by their partners, were screaming for other 
reasons. 

I heard a women at the table next to us yell, "Their doing a jitterbug 
already. My words, I don't think the men will last." 

The throws and lifts must have lasted for a good five minutes with the 
music, acrobatics, and excitement reaching a feverish pitch and then 
climaxing in one tremendous cacophony of chaos. Finally, the music 
stopped momentarily and then began again at a much slower pace. This 
allowed the men to rest. Most were out of breath and gasping for air. I 
found this strange because it was the women who had done all the work. 

After the music started again, most of the couples were dancing cheek-
to-cheek. This was difficult for some of the men because they usually 
had to stand on their tippy toes to reach the women's cheeks.  Some of 
the smaller men were being carried by the women as they danced around 
the hall with the men's feet swinging from side-to-side several inches 
off the dance floor. 

As Sarina ordered dinner for the both of us, I became mesmerized by the 
dancing on the floor. These women made WIC members look tame in 
comparison. 

I also noticed there were many women without men and they stayed on the 
outskirts of the dance floor hoping to find one. I didn't think they 
would find a guy because there were no unescorted men at the dance. A 
single man was unknown in No Man's Landing. No single or married man 
came willingly to this town. All the men her were either kidnapped or a 
son of some other town member, and those boys were married off as soon 
as they turned sixteen. As I watched the dance, I realized I fit neatly 
into the first category. 
 
A few women were dancing together, but they didn't look like they were 
enjoying themselves very much, and they would push and shove their 
partners during the dance. I guess it was hard for both women to try and 
lead at the same time. Thinking of an example from nature, I remembered 
two alpha wolves barely tolerated each others presence, and they 
certainly didn't come into close contact. 

After Sarina ordered our meal, she smiled at me and said, "Let's dance 
Casanova." 

My sitter was still very sore, dancing didn't seem like a bad idea. As 
we made our way to the dance floor, I wondered if she would let me lead? 
I had to chuckle at the thought, at my little joke. As we held each 
others hands and began to dance, at least she didn't pick me up. She 
bent down a little and we started to dance. 

I remembered this dance from the pamphlet. It was called Zydeco dancing. 
I tried to follow her lead and visualize the dance steps in the manual. 
She was being very patient and allowing for my newness to Cajun music 
and Cajun dance customs. We were dancing very slow and I started to 
enjoy myself. As we danced, I thought about Sarina and her various 
moods. She could be the most appealing person on earth or she could be a 
witch spawned from the bowels of hell. At least at this moment, she was 
being the former. 

After the dance, everyone clapped politely. I noticed two of the women, 
who had danced together, were still pushing and shoving each other. But 
my attention was soon drawn in another direction.  A large woman, who I 
recognized as the auctioneer from this afternoon, moved to a microphone 
near the stage. 

The mike was set up near the stage, but it was outside the bars.  The 
band members assumed a resting posture, but remained alert, and politely 
watched her approach as well. She was welcomed by cheers and greetings 
from the womenfolk. I could tell she was a very popular character in No 
Man's Landing. 

One woman yelled out, "Hello Hildy!" 

Hildy waved, grabbed the mike, and began to talk in that peculiar Cajun 
twang of hers, "Well ladies, we're going to have our first lend-lease 
dance tonight." 

That brought cheers from the single women and a few groans from the 
women who had dates. I noticed most of the men just lowered their heads 
shaking them in disgust. I heard one man cry out, "Oh god! No! Not 
that!" 

Hildy ignored the man and continued on with her speech giving an 
explanation of the dance, "For some of the newer couples here, that 
means all the men folk must find a new partner for this dance." 

She paused a second looking around the hall, then added,  "And I do mean 
all of the men folk."  She emphasized the word all in no uncertain 
terms. 

This time many of the men groaned out loud. 

Again Hildy ignored the groans as she finished her explanation, "And I 
prefer if you ask one of the single women." 

I heard a big commotion and turned to see that most of the single women 
were lining themselves up near the dance floor, and some of the real big 
ones were pushing and shoving some of the other single women out of the 
way. A couple of the women even started to fight. 

Hildy quieted the crowd by  yelling, "STOP!" She paused a moment and 
looked around . "This dance is a genteel social affair," she informed 
the women." 

Some of the women ignored her. 

I didn't think it was so genteel. 

 Hildy was talking again, "Ladies, You don't want me to let the McQuire 
sisters loose...do you?" 

After her threat, the three large women guards from this afternoon 
appeared out of nowhere and walked up behind Hildy at the mike. They 
folded their arms about their chests and glared out at the women still 
making noise. A hush went through the crowd and the rowdy women 
immediately started to act more ladylike. 

"That's better," she said. Then she had an order for the men,  " We'll 
guys, What are you waiting for? Go and find another partner." 

Most of the men unhappily got to their feet and I could here some of 
them moaning. I looked to Sarina for help, but she just shrugged her 
shoulders, and left me alone on the dance floor. 

I sighed and gave in to the inevitable. I looked at the pack of women 
who were lined up along the outskirts of the dance floor on the right. 
One of the women caught my eye. She was motioning me over. I gulped when 
I saw her. She had on old raggedy clothes and I could tell, even from 
this distance, that she had some teeth missing when she smiled. She also 
had the build of a longshoreman complete with tattoos. I definitely was 
not going to walk in that direction. 

I involuntarily started to walk in the other direction. The women on 
that side weren't much better. I saw a man walk up to a women and start 
the ritual that was performed with this dance, but he barely had begun 
when the woman gathered him up in her arms and ran towards the dance 
floor. Another man was performing his ritual nearby when the woman 
gathered him up and made for the exit. 

I heard Hildy yell, "Stop her Maggie!" 

One of the sisters behind her lit out in pursuit of the fleeing woman. 
Most of the other women ignored the commotion. They were too engrossed 
in the goings on in and around the dance floor. 

I stopped moving in that direction as well. What I had just seen 
convinced me that this direction was no better than the first. By this 
time, the dance hall was engulfed in bedlam. Man after man was finding 
his new partner for the dance. If I had thought the men were being 
treated roughly by their dates, their new partners made their previous 
treatment tame in comparison. Maybe, it was the lack of being with man, 
but all the men were all being treated roughly and with complete 
disregard for life and limb. I guess when a person is starving they 
rarely take time for table manners. 

I was starting to panic. I glanced around and realized that I had better 
do something fast. The women that were remaining left much to be 
desired. That's when my brain came up with an idea. I found myself 
involuntarily moving in that direction even before I thought it was a 
good idea. 

I boldly walked towards the microphone. The three women still behind the 
mike fixed their gaze on me and watched me approach with curiosity 
written all over their faces. I walked up to the biggest of the trio. I 
remembered her name from this afternoon. It was Carla. She was the 
biggest and boldest of the female guards, and maybe the most beautiful. 
She was also the biggest woman I had ever seen in my life with the 
possible exception of  the German woman at the WIC convention. I wasn't 
sure which as taller, but I knew an inch or two really didn't matter. 

I must admit that I have always had a thing for big beautiful women and 
this was the biggest specimen I had ever seen. Plus she seemed to follow 
some sort of rules of conduct, which were her own of course, but I 
decided to take a chance with her. What did I have to lose? 

I stopped directly in front of her. She loomed over me staring down 
regally with her hands still folded about her chest. I realized with 
some trepidation that I had definitely gotten her attention. I 
immediately went into the little formality that was custom for this 
dance. I remembered the words and actions required of me from the 
pamphlet I had read this afternoon. 

I put my hand at my waist and bowed. I kept the bow and said the 
required words, "Please Mistress would you do me the very great honor of 
having this dance with this lowly person before you." 

Even as I said the words, I wondered who came up with them, and who had 
written that book for that matter? 

Carla's remaining sister, at her side, slapped her on the arm and 
exclaimed, "You have all the luck!" 

I held my bow, but Carla didn't immediately answer. I remembered from 
the pamphlet, that in the history of No Man's Landing, no man had ever 
been turned down. I guess when you're a rare commodity even the common 
man looks like Steven Segal. 

More time went by, and still she hadn't accepted. I sneaked a peek up at 
her. She looked impossibly far away, but at least she was smiling. I 
bowed my head again and prayed. I had a vision of  having to ask that 
lady longshoreman to dance. I was fairly certain she wouldn't turn me 
down. 

Moments later, I felt one of her huge hands gently lifting my chin up. 
The gentle pressure made me rise from my bent over position to look up 
at her fully erect. She still towered high above me. My mind toyed with 
our relative sizes, trying to put numbers to our difference in height, 
even as I heard her say, "Why I'll be delighted to dance with you, 
cutie." 

Her hand still gently held my chin up making me look directly into that 
beautiful face of hers which still was an impossibly long distance away. 

Somehow I managed to keep my composure and mumble out,  "Thank you." 

She smiled and lowered herself by bending and resting her body on the 
balls of her feet. It almost made us the same height..almost. 

Her gaze lowered and came to rest on PJ. She cupped him with one of her 
immense hands and I felt him grow at her touch...The showoff! 

"Is this a present for me?" she inquired. 

I swallowed hard and looked in Sarina's direction. She was watching very 
intently. I reluctantly answered, "PJ belongs to Sarina." I really hated 
to say that, but I didn't want another session with Sarina's legs. 

Carla looked Sarina's way, but didn't let PJ go. He really didn't mind, 
and neither did I. 

"So you belong to Sarina," she said with sadness in her voice. 

I nodded yes. What choice did I have? 

She looked at me and added, "A pity." Then she asked one further 
question as if she just thought of it, "What does PJ stand for?" 

I looked at her a little sheepishly, but answered very softly, "Pride 
and Joy!" 

She stared up at the ceiling and let out with a long hardy laugh. The 
other two women must have been listening because they started to laugh 
as well. I failed to see the humor. I thought PJ was a perfectly good 
name, but I endured in silence. 

All the women laughed for what seemed like an eternity, but finally 
Carla grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. I was surprised 
that she didn't swoop me up in her arms, but I was grateful. 

By this time, most of the men had found new partners. Only a few women 
remained surrounding the floor. They were looking about in desperation 
for a unescorted man, with no luck. I almost felt sorry for them. I 
glanced a around a final time and saw that the longshorewoman had even 
found a partner. She was womanhandling the guy and the dance hadn't even 
started yet. It made me wonder if there was a hospital nearby. Somehow, 
I doubted it. 

Finally, Carla found a quiet spot on the dance floor, stopped, and 
turned towards me. I was wondering what she would do next when her next 
action caught me totally by surprise. Instead of gathering me up, she 
went to her knees. Incredibly, she was still taller than me. 
Instinctively, my arms went around her neck while her arms went around 
my waist. Then she tightened her grip and drew me very close. For the 
first time in a long time I felt safe. I momentarily closed my eyes and 
prepared to let her lead. 

I rested my head on her shoulder just as the music started. Directly 
opposite us was Sarina. I felt a familiar presence. My eyes opened and I 
saw her looking directly at me. I gave out with a startled little gasp. 

Carla held me even tighter and whispered, "Shhh, little one. Be quiet 
and enjoy the dance...No one's going to hurt you while Carla's around." 

Her words did calm me and I closed my eyes again. 

Meanwhile, Sarina was watching the proceedings with her hands folded at 
her chest and a stern look on her face. I was sure her mood had changed 
again. Screw it, I thought,  as I gave in to the wonderful sensations of 
dancing with this gentle giant. 

We were hardly moving at all during the dance, but I was enjoying myself 
completely. As we danced, I heard laughter from some of the other women 
as they saw the odd couple on the floor, but at least they were giving 
us a wide birth. The laughter continued and I realized we must have been 
a strange sight even for this place. I was enjoying the dance to much to 
care and my mind was not on anyone else, but the beautiful giant I was 
dancing with. 

After the dance, Carla led me by the hand back to the table. At least 
Sarina's scowl had disappeared. Maybe, her mood had changed as well. 

"I think this belongs to you," Carla said and she gave my hand to 
Sarina. 

"Thank you,"  Sarina said politely. 

Carla gave me a warm smile and started to move away from the table. 

Before Carla was out of ear shot, Sarina added, "You know my offer still 
stands...For you and you're sisters." 

Carla turned, smiled, and replied, "Thanks, we're still considering 
you're offer." 

"You can have any man you desire....a stable of men...Live anywhere you 
want," Sarina shot back. 

Carla smiled again and responded once more, "You'll be hearing from us." 
Then she quickly left. 

I wasn't sure what they were talking about, but it didn't sound legal. 
Of course, there wasn't much that was legal in No Man's Landing. 

Sarina guided me by the hand to my seat and asked sternly, "And what 
have you to say for yourself young man?" 

I shrugged and with as blank an expression on my face as I could manage, 
I gave her as non-committal an answer as I could think of, "I was only 
following the rules around here." 

"I see," she said fixing me with her eyes. 

I immediately looked down. I wasn't about to lose myself again. 

"Maybe you need another therapy session, hmmm!" she said very sweetly. 

I looked up into those dark eyes once more, but thankfully our 
discussion was interupted. 

"So, this is you're new man, Sarina?" 

Thankfully, Sarina broke eye contact with me. 

I recognized the voice immediately. It was Hildy the lady auctioneer. 
Sarina offered her one of the vacant seats at our table and Hildy gladly 
accepted. 

"He is the one," Sarina said proudly. 

That caught Hildy by surprise and she looked at me very carefully. 

"Are you sure,"  she asked in a concerned voice. 

"Oh Yes!" Sarina answered back immediately. 

Still looking at me intently, Hildy asked Sarina, "May I." 

Sarina shrugged and answered proudly, "Absolutely!" 

Hildy grabbed my hand and sort of gently herded me out of my chair to 
stand next to hers. Then she rose herself  and picked me up under the 
arms and held me out at arms length. I was a good foot off the ground 
with my feet dangling in mid air. 

"He is cute, and very polite, " Hildy commented as she continued to look 
me over. 

Sarina added in a proud voice, "I knew he was the one the moment I saw 
him....Through him, all my plans will come to fruition." 

What the hell were they talking about? 

Hildy stopped looking at me, turning towards Sarina, and asked, "Does he 
know everything yet and what will be expected of him." 

"Oh god no!" Sarina replied. "But he will understand shortly..As soon as 
we get to Munson's swamp." 

Hildy set me down then turned me around to look at my back. As she did 
so she asked, "Is he completely trained?" 

This time Sarina said more somberly, "No, I had to leave in a hurry..I 
will train him at my cabin while I'm waiting for the 
helicopters.....Besides, I enjoy his defiance...It amuses me." 

Helicopters? 

While they were talking Hildy sat back down . As soon as she did, she 
lifted me onto her lap and her next question was directed at me, "I see 
your fanny is a very vivid shade of red....Where you a bad little boy?" 

I looked into her smiling eyes. How does a man answer a question like 
that and still feel like a man? I didn't answer her. Instead, I lowered 
my head and nodded yes. 

Hildy grabbed my chin with one of her hands and made me look up into her 
eyes once again, but her tone changed, "Awww!" she said in a sad semi 
sincere voice. 

I heard Sarina laughing. I could tell she was amused at the line of 
questioning. 

Hildy had more advice for me in a mocking way, "You must obey 
Sarina....She is a very powerful woman....Do everything she says and 
that sitter of yours may get a chance to heel. 

I looked into her eyes. She was waiting for a reply. Again I nodded my 
understanding. 

Both women laughed. 

Then the subject abruptly changed. I was thankful for that. 

"Oh! I almost forgot," Hildy said to Sarina and reached for something in 
her pocket. 

She found it and threw the pouch towards Sarina who deftly caught it and 
put it in her boot. 

"That's today's take..Don't you want to count it!" she asked Sarina. 

Sarina shook her head from side-to-side and said, "No, I trust you 
Hildy..Besides I want to dance with Casanova over there." 

I wasn't a genius, but I think I followed what had just transpired. I 
wasn't too shocked to realize that Sarina got a cut for the men that 
were auctioned off today. As Sarina got up and took me from Hildy and 
led me to the dance floor, I wondered who was calling the shots around 
here. Maybe, Sarina was the queen after all. 

Unfortunately for me, the next dance was a jitterbug. I didn't expect 
Hildy's warning to be realized so quickly. The dance gave me a first 
hand opportunity to feel Sarina's power. Maybe, she was exacting her 
revenge for my dance with Carla. Whatever the reason, I felt like a 
baton in a cheerleaders hands. I'm not even sure how many times she 
threw me high in the air and deftly caught my body before it crashed to 
the floor. I was just thankful that she did catch me each and every 
time. 

After the dance, Sarina let me walk back to our seats. It may have been 
the first time I wished I was carried. I staggered back like a drunk. 
The dance was a dizzying array of lifts and tosses by all the women and 
Sarina had kept up with the best of them. If I hadn't already realized 
how helpless I was next to Sarina's raw power. I did understand now. I 
was no more than a mere child, in strength, compared to her firepower, 
and I had about as much control over my own actions, maybe less. 

I looked around at the men who were mostly gasping for breath. They were 
all in the same boat as me. All the men here were totally outgunned. 

When we got back to our seats, Hildy was gone and two other people had 
made themselves at home. 

I was a bit surprised to see that Sarina had welcomed them with a big 
smile and open arms. The couple was very familiar to me as well. It was 
Clara Haskill and Johnny. 

Clara was seated on one of the chairs and Johnny was sitting on her lap. 
But it wasn't the seating arrangement that shocked me. It was  Johnny's 
attire that made me go speechless. He was wearing a blue baby bonnet and 
a pacifier was stuck in his mouth. The only other article of clothing he 
was wearing was a diaper. After seeing Johnny and some of the other men 
at the dance, I didn't feel so bad about my attire. 

I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised that the women were such good 
friends. I should have been used to the unexpected by now. 

I focused in  on the women's conversation in time to hear Sarina's next 
question, "How's your prime catch holding up?" 

Clara shook her head in concern and then she looked toward her new baby 
before answering, "I've gotta put some meat on his bones and strengthen 
him up somehow...He's so fragile, I'm afraid he'll break in my arms." 

Just then some commotion broke out in the dance hall. Maggie had 
returned and she was carrying the man who was kidnapped a few minutes 
before. When his owner saw him she cried out, "Clyde! You're safe..Thank 
the Lord!" 

The woman ran over, took Clyde from Maggie, and thanked her for a very 
long time. The man was still shaking in her arms and he was still very 
frightened. As I watched the scene, Sarina informed me that he was one  
very lucky man. He could have disappeared forever down some backwater 
stream and no one would have ever seen him again. And then she reissued 
her warning to me, "Stay close!" 

I looked at her and nodded. I would follow her orders, to the letter, as 
long as we were in No Man's Landing. What choice did I have? Again I 
remembered the warning on the sign before the town. Here, men truly had 
no hope. 

But for the first time, I also realized that the women, here, did care 
for their men. It was just a different relationship then I was used too. 
Here, men were completely at the mercy of the female sex and needed the 
care and firm hand that they received from their lovers or wives or 
owners. Whatever you wished to call them. 

I looked at Johnny and he was sucking intently on his pacifier. I 
couldn't help but laugh. It was a sad hopeless laugh. Just then the all 
to familiar words rang out loud in my head once again, "You are doomed!" 
I  bowed my head and truly felt doomed. If Johnny could be reduced to 
this state so quickly, what chance had I against the all powerful 
Sarina. 

After the touching reunion, Carla and Sarina gabbed for the next half 
hour till everyone's dinner came. Johnny got a warm bottle of milk. That 
didn't seem so bad to me. At least, his food didn't stare back at him. 

After we ate, the women gabbed some more. I sat quietly by and didn't 
talk. I watched the dancers instead. I was very thankful I wasn't out 
there on the floor with the rest of the men. I could see the men slowing 
down as the evening progressed. Some were even falling asleep in their 
mate's arms. 

I wanted to talk to Johnny, but I couldn't. He still had the pacifier  
stuck in his mouth. Besides, he really seemed to be enjoying it. 
Eventually, he too fell asleep in Carla's arms. As I looked around once 
again, I wondered how long it would take the "stronger sex" to 
recuperate from tonight's dance. By now, they were one pitiful bunch of 
men. 

Carla interrupted my train of thought when she excused herself and 
Johnny from the table. She had to leave the dance early she said. 
Something about feeding the livestock early tomorrow morning. She also 
mentioned something about changing Johnny's diaper as well. I looked 
away as she left, I just didn't have the heart to stare. 

Before Sarina and I struck up a conversation, Hildy was at the mike 
again and she was saying it was time for another lend-lease dance. I 
felt my heart skip a beat, but it was Sarina who came to the rescue this 
time. 

"I think we better leave, little one...We have a long day ahead of us 
tomorrow." 

I couldn't agree fast enough. I didn't even mind when she put me on her 
hip and headed for the door. I was very surprised to see three women 
block our path just before we reached it. I had to believe they were new 
in town. They couldn't have known about Sarina or her reputation. No one 
was that foolhardy. 

Sarina stopped and sized up the crew blocking her way. She remained calm 
as she looked each over in turn. I could see the contempt on her face 
for the women, and I saw no fear there as well. 

The group of thugs stared back with their hands folded on their chest. 
The pose of the typical tuff person. I was a bit intimidated even if 
Sarina wasn't. I wouldn't have liked to meet them in a dark alley. They 
looked like rejects from a woman's sumo-wrestling team. 

Finally, the biggest and meanest of the group spoke up, "Where ya going 
with the merchandise baby?" 

"None of your damn business...BITCH!" Sarina growled out. 

The women looked at one another and chuckled. 

Sarina said very calmly, "I'll give you just this one chance to leave 
with your tails between your fat asses..But this will be my only 
warning." 

Once again the women looked at each other and this time the smallest 
said in a mocking voice, "UHHH! I'm scared." 

The biggest added, "Maybe, we'll give you back what's left of him after 
we're done with him." 

Again the women all laughed. 

By this time my heart was in my throat. 

Sarina sighed heavily and set me down next to her. She said in a calm 
voice, "I don't understand why people want to fight...I'm such a 
nonviolent person." 

The women barely had time to clench their fists before Sarina struck. 
She moved so quickly her arms were like blurs as I watched in total 
disbelief. She must of hit each woman four or five times in the throat 
and in the face and above the heart. The three women didn't even have 
time to react let alone mount an offense or much of a defense. 

Then as quickly as it started it was over. The blows must have took all 
of ten seconds. Sarina stopped and stepped back. The women  all were 
staring at her with wild painful looks on their faces. Then the women 
started to teeter. Sarina moved me backwards with her arm to get me out 
of harms way. 

The women's teetering and swaying became even more exaggerated and they 
began to fall over one at a time very slowly. It seemed like it happened 
in slow motion. They reminded me of trees falling. 

Sarina picked me up and placed me on her hip once again. She looked at 
me and asked, "Are you all right?" 

I was too flabbergasted to speak, but I did nod yes. 

She gave me a smile and walked out the door with me in her arms. I 
looked back at the women as we passed, they were definitely down for the 
count. Their bodies were twitching like their nervous systems were short 
circuited somehow, and they were all moaning like they were in great 
pain. As I looked back, I wondered if there was a hospital anywhere 
nearby. Those women definitely needed one. I just hoped as I looked at 
Sarina that this fight wouldn't cause another mood swing. 

When we were outside, Sarina stopped and stared into my eyes once again. 
"Now do you see why I don't want Brome to find me?" 

As I looked into her dark eyes, I couldn't come up with an answer. The 
confusion on my face must have been very evident. I must have been a 
pitiful sight. Now I was more afraid for Brome than myself. I was sure 
Sarina enjoyed my appearance very much. Instead of answering her, I 
nodded like I did indeed understand, then I closed my eyes and put my 
head on her shoulder. Not only had I lost the meaning of the word hope, 
but Sarina, I was sure, soon would erase that word from my vocabulary 
forever. 

As we walked back to the hotel, I heard Sarina's laughter fill my ears. 
Laughter that could be heard for a quarter of a mile away, but she still 
had one more thing for me to worry about. 

"I have a big surprise for you when we get to Munson's swamp," she 
informed me. 

I didn't like surprises. What could I say to her that would make her 
listen to me? The answer was nothing. I just kept my eyes closed and 
sighed heavily on her shoulder. But I did wonder, as she walked back 
with me in her arms, what the big surprise was? I took some comfort in 
the fact that I doubted that it could make my life any worse. Boy was I 
wrong! 

Sarina started to hum a little tune as she walked. The melody was so 
familiar. I recognized the tune immediately. She was humming Kathy's 
Clown once again. 

To be continued.... 

In the next chapter Sarina and Jim finally get to Munson's swamp where 
Jim meets the Cuties. Jim Prescott Sr. tries to adjust to his new 
relationship with Helga. Also, Jim Jr. finds out what the big surprise 
is that Sarina alluded too. And Brome, Eva, and Ron continue in their 
pursuit of  Sarina.