My Swedish Vacation    Chapter 19
by valerafon
Jim is transported to the Artemis.


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 19      Off to the Artemis


"Wake up! Wake up!……….Come on!……..Wake up!"

Brome was dreaming about Jim. One second she was kissing him and 
the next second, she was violently wrenched back into 
consciousness. As her mind tried to focus, she could barely see a 
large slender man kneeling over her sister, and he was not so 
gently nudging her shoulder and trying to rouse her as well.

As her sister awoke, Brome realized the man was Ron and he was 
agitated about something.

"Come on!……..Gotta get going!………I smell a storm!" he shouted to 
both of the women.

Brome watched him a few more seconds as her mind started to clear. 
Dawn was breaking and she could barely make out his form as he 
frantically raced about the campsite stacking supplies into large 
piles.

Finally, as Brome began to unzip herself from the sleeping bag, she 
asked, "What's the rush, Ron?"

He stopped in mid stride and turned and faced her, and with a look 
of anguish on his face he shouted, "A big one's coming!…….Gotta get 
moving!" 

And as Brome worked herself free from her nights confinement, he 
asked her in an incredulous voice, "Can't you smell it?"

As she became fully aware, she remembered him yelling something 
about a storm. For the first time, she felt a twinge of fear gnaw 
at her gut. As if in response to his last question, she found 
herself sniffing the air and found nothing unusual.

Ron watched her for a second and asked, "See what I mean?" And then 
he was off again stacking the supplies.

She watched him for a few more seconds hastily running about the 
camp. Even though she couldn't smell anything, she believed the 
man. One thing she had to give him, this man knew the swamp. Even 
as she framed her next questions, she was up and moving about, and 
Brome could see that Eva had been listening and was moving as well.

"How much time do we have?…….What are we going to do?" she asked as 
she started to pick up the stacked supplies in preparation for 
carrying them to the boat.

Ron did not stop this time. Instead, he continued his feverish 
preparations, but he did manage a reply to her questions. 

"Maybe four, maybe six hours before it starts to rain, and it's 
going to be a bad one!…….We gotta be wherever they are by then."

This time it was sleepy-eyed Eva who asked, "Where's that?"

The Cajun man stopped what he was doing for a second time, and gave 
Eva a look like she was some kind of a nut, but he did reply. 

"Wherever that is," he said with conviction.

Brome didn't question his remark. It did make a strange kind of 
sense. Instead, she quickly moved off toward the boat with the 
first load of supplies.

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Gundy was ecstatic. She was going back to the convention. Today was 
the last day, and she thought she would have to wait until next 
year to see everything she had missed. But it was Monica who had 
made the suggestion, good old Monica! 

Monica even offered to stay behind and keep an eye on the guys for 
them. It was an offer the rest of the women just couldn't refuse. 
Darlene, Carol, and Cat weren't members and wanted to join, and 
even Helga wanted to see several of the special programs being 
offered today.

Gundy didn't like leaving the men at home, but they were going to a 
couple of  the special programs which were exclusively for women, 
and the idea of leaving the men in Macholand, for an extended 
period of time, was even more distasteful. So Monica's suggestion 
was greeted with appreciation from the rest of the gang.  The men 
didn't seem to mind either. They were all pretty exhausted from the 
party last night, and the convention really wasn't guy oriented 
anyway.

The one notable exception was Jim Prescott senior. Helga wanted him 
along, and he wanted to see what all the fuss was about too. She 
didn't answer his questions about Macholand though. He would find 
out about that soon enough when he got there. She knew it would be 
embarrassing for such a strong executive type to end up in 
Macholand, but it couldn't be helped, and he was going to have to 
get used to such things at some point. In her mind, the convention 
seemed like a convenient first step for the Wizard of Wall Street 
and the leader of Prescott Enterprises. Besides, Helga wanted him 
registered as well.

So as the women womanhandled the men in their strong arms, bidding 
each a fond farewell and kissing them passionately, Monica looked 
on. And as she did so, an evil little smile spread across her face. 
Not five seconds after the women marched out the door and the men 
trudged back into their rooms to sleep last night off, Monica 
pulled out her cell-phone and made the call.

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It started to rain around eleven, and Jim thought Sarina looked a 
bit nervous. Every so often, she would look up at the sky and shake 
her head, and then make another call with her cell-phone. While 
this was occurring, her troops were busy preparing the contraband. 
One hundred boxes were moved from the huts and stacked neatly by 
the heliport. Sarina even had a number of the Cajun cuties helping. 
There seemed to be an urgency to their work, but every time Jim 
asked, Sarina would answer that their was really no problem.

Just a half mile from that scene, Brome and Eva were staring, in 
wonder, at the island which had appeared out of nowhere right in 
front of their eyes. The Cajun man had stopped the motor and was 
staring at the island as well. 

But Jim was the first to recover. He pointed toward the island and 
said with conviction, "That's where they are!"

Eva stopped staring for a moment and asked, "How do you know for 
sure?"

Jim didn't look at Eva, instead he looked up at the sky and said 
with even more conviction, "Because, if they ain't there……… we're 
screwed!"

Brome had to admire the Cajun man's logic. Instead of asking any 
more questions that wouldn't get answers anyway, she said in a 
voice that betrayed her emotions, "Let's get going!"

But the Cajun man offered a word of caution before he started the 
motor again. "Can't make a frontal assault, too risky." 

He let his words sink in for a second as the women's gaze returned 
to the island. Then he pointed eastward. 

"See where the island is closest to the eastern shore of the 
swamp……..We can swim for the island there." Even before the women 
could ask, he gave them the reason why.

"I don't think we want to let anyone hear the boat motor."

"That'll take time," Brome shot back.

As Ron started up the boat and began to maneuver it slowly off 
channel and through the maze of cypress trees, he looked at Brome 
sympathetically and said in almost a whisper, "I'm sorry, it just 
can't be helped."

Brome looked longingly at the island for a moment till it was 
hidden by some trees, but turned and nodded to Ron like she did 
indeed understand.

Ron being more like Ron again added, "I just hope there aren't any 
gators or poisonous snakes over there when we make our swim for the 
island.

Eva shook her head in disgust at the Cajun man's last remark, but 
just before she was about to add something to the conversation, she 
heard a loud noise off to the left in the water. Just great she 
thought, as her head turned and she spied the gator that made the 
noise.

As the first crackle of thunder rumbled through the late morning 
sky, I thought I heard a strange noise. It sounded like a swarm of 
bees. In matter of seconds, the noise became visible. A fleet of 
helicopters appeared low over the southern end of the island.

"There they are! shouted one of Sarina's soldiers.

"It's about time! Sarina said disgustedly as another bolt of 
lightening lit up the quickly darkening sky.

I watched stoically as a helicopter landed, was quickly loaded with 
boxes, and took off in a blaze of motion. As soon as the pad was 
clear, another helicopter systematically took its place.

Sarina was supervising the whole operation, and even in the pouring 
rain, the whole proceeding was going off without a hitch. As I 
looked on helplessly and passively, I couldn't help but admire this 
very organized and forceful woman. 

Sometime ago, I had stopped reacting to my fate. For the most part, 
I had become just a reflection of myself, a walking zombie. 
In a matter of minutes, I knew I would be on the last helicopter, 
and maybe my last hope for freedom would disappear forever as I 
boarded it. Silently, I looked upward into the ominous sky, and 
said one final prayer, and thought of Brome.

The woman could hear the distant buzz from their position, but 
couldn't see what was making the noise. Ron had grown very quiet as 
soon as the noise started, and he hadn't talked in nearly ten 
minutes.

Finally, Brome asked, "Ron, do you know what that noise is?"

He shook his head somberly before he answered, "Ya!…….It sounds 
like helicopters."

Both women looked at one another as the realization of Ron's words 
hit home.

How much longer?" Brome asked desperately.

 "Just a few more minutes,"  he answered back, never taking his 
eyes off the tangle of trees and vines ahead of the boat.  

To take the women's minds off the noise in the distance, he 
suggested, "You better get ready for the swim. " 

Both women listened to the noise for a second longer and Brome knew 
Ron was right about the noise as the low pitched hum of the 
helicopters grew louder. Could the helicopters be some plan of 
Sarina's Brome wondered? Even as she asked herself that question, 
she instinctively knew the answer and she started to hurriedly 
undress.

Before Eva copied her sisters actions, she gave Brome a 
compassionate and tender smile. Brome stopped undressing and stared 
at her sister for a moment. She understood her sister's gentle 
glance completely and returned the smile. The moment lasted only a 
second more and then the two exceedingly beautiful but unbelievably 
formidable women started to rip off their clothes.

Ron looked back at the sisters and did a double take as the women 
prepared for the water. His concentration was broken for a few 
moments as he watched the women hurriedly shed their outer layer of 
clothing. After all, Ron was a man.

Ten minutes later, the last helicopter was in position and the few 
remaining boxes were being loaded. Sarina seemed to notice me for 
the first time as she gave me a big smile and held out her hand. I 
wanted to run, but there was nowhere to run too. I grudgingly gave 
her my hand and she led me to the last remaining helicopter. 

As we prepared to take off, I saw some almost naked women enter the 
clearing. They were running towards the helicopter at an 
unbelievable speed, and they were followed by a large string bean 
of a man. 

It took me only another second to realize who the women were. As 
soon as I recognized the woman running the fastest, I instinctively 
yelled out, "BROME!"

Sarina's head instantly turned, and a moment later, I heard her 
yell, "TAKE OFF!"

I was sitting between the pilot and Sarina. At that instant, I 
undid my seat belt and tried to reach across Sarina's body to open 
the door of the helicopter. Sarina, grabbed me around the head with 
one arm and slugged me in the jaw with the fist from her other arm 
as the helicopter lifted off the pad. My body went numb even before 
my mind went dark.

Brome could see Sarina, clearly now, in the helicopter as she raced 
for it. As she drew near, she could see that Sarina was wrestling 
with a man. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw Sarina gain control 
of the situation and move the man close to the window. As the 
helicopter took off, she saw Sarina waving bye-bye to her with the 
man's hand, but she ignored the gesture as she focused on the man's 
face. It was Jim.

With a great leap, Brome jumped towards the helicopter's landing 
skids and caught one with her hand, but as the copter moved off, 
she lost her grip in the rain and she came crashing back down into 
a large puddle of water.

As she sat in the mud filled water, Brome watched the helicopter 
move off for a second, and then she smashed the puddle with one of 
her fists causing it to splash out in all directions. As Eva and 
Ron reached her, they heard her yell at the top of her lungs, 
"SARINA, I'LL FIND YOU IF IT TAKES ME THE REST OF MY LIFE!"

Onboard the helicopter, Sarina instructed the pilot to make another 
pass, and as the helicopter swung around in a long arc back toward 
the heliport, Sarina settled Jim onto her lap.

"Wave bye-bye to the woman you're never going to see again," she 
said in a sweet melodious voice to the unconscious Jim.

But it was Sarina who again waved Jim's hand out the window down 
toward the ground. "Bye!……..Bubbye!" she sang out as she looked 
gleefully out the window towards Brome's figure below.

Then just before the helicopter took off towards the coast and the 
Artemis beyond, her mood changed once again and she said in a very 
serious voice, "Game!…..Set!……And match, Brome!"

After her comments, the pilot was instructed to set a course for 
the Artemis.

Down below, Brome was helped to her feet by her sister Eva, and 
both women stared after the helicopter as it slowly disappeared.

Ron on the other hand was staring at the women who were walking 
deliberately towards their position. He commented in a somewhat 
nervous tone, "Ah, ladies…….I wouldn't intrude on your thoughts 
just now, but I think you better look this way."

Brome and Eva turned to see a large group of Cuties attempting to 
encircle the trio. Quickly Brome did a count. There were fifteen of 
them. 

In a very controlled and deliberate voice she asked Ron a question. 
"Do you think you can take three of them?"

That question sort of surprised him, but he managed to say in a 
more controlled voice,  "I hope so!"

"Good!" she answered back. Then she started to walk towards the 
nearest Cuties. 

In the next instant, she was talking to them in a deadly calm 
voice, "Ladies, I would really turn around and leave here, if I 
were you……..I'm really pissed off at the moment, and you might get 
seriously hurt."

Ron and Eva looked at one another and shook their heads in 
disbelief, but they both turned so as to have Brome's back.

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Five minutes after Monica had pushed the button on the security 
console, a soft knock came to the door of  Evander P. Honeycutt's 
penthouse apartment. Monica who was on the cell-phone whispered 
into it, "They're here!" And hung up.

When she opened the door, five stunningly beautiful women and one 
equally stunning teenage girl were standing in the hallway. They 
were wearing uniforms and hats that delivery personnel might wear, 
and on the back of the coveralls were the words Amazon Cleaners. 
Monica gave the lead woman a nod of recognition and moved aside so 
they could enter the apartment.

Two of the women wheeled in an oversize laundry cart, and two 
others carried in large boxes. As soon as the women entered the 
apartment, they moved to the middle of the living room setting down 
their burdens and when they had done so, they immediately began to 
unzip their uniforms revealing bikinis underneath and unbelievable 
bodies underneath that.

The woman who had acknowledged Monica moments before stopped next 
to her and introduced Monica to the teenage girl. The young girl 
who was standing just inside the doorway, followed the lead of the 
other women and started taking off her uniform as well.

The woman smiled at Monica and began to speak, "This is my youngest 
sister, Amy. It's her first time. After you described the set up 
and the men involved, I thought it would be the perfect first job 
for her."

Monica nodded in understanding and replied gleefully, "Oh it will 
be!……..These men will be no problem, I assure you."

The woman smiled at the news and Monica added rather boastfully,  
"I would've handled them all by myself……..if I could have managed 
preparing all their bodies."

The woman laughed, but added, "Lucky for us there's so many of 
them."

By this time, some of the women had disrobed and were unpacking the 
boxes. From one of the boxes, a woman had already pulled out a 
little medical kit and she was setting up a laptop on the floor 
next to it. The other woman was pulling out of her box two large 
rolls of cellophane and some strange looking gags.

After the teenage girl had removed her uniform, she asked in an 
antsy voice, "Where are they?"

Her sister glanced at the young girl and then back at Monica and 
said, "She's a bit impatient!"

Monica laughed, but whispered back, "Their sleeping, follow me."

She motioned for the other four women to follow as well, and they 
headed for the rooms where the men were sleeping completely unaware 
of what was about to happen to them. 

As she watched her younger sister fall in behind Monica, the woman 
quickly began to unzip her coveralls as well. She stopped 
undressing for a moment to tell Monica something, "Thanks for 
letting us in on this…….We owe you one!"

Monica stopped, turned back towards the woman and smiled. Then she 
looked to the young teenage girl, put her finger to her mouth and 
went, "Shhhh!", and then she started to walk again towards the 
bedrooms and the peacefully sleeping men.

The group stopped in front of the first bedroom, and Monica 
motioned for the teenager to look inside. The girl known as Raven  
quietly opened the door and saw a sleeping man on the bed.

"His name is Evander P. Honeycutt and he owns this penthouse," 
Monica told the excited girl. 

"And he's all yours!" she added.

A big grin lit up the young girl's face, she turned to Monica and 
winked, then the young girl tiptoed in and Monica closed the door 
behind her.

A moment later, she repeated the process at the door of the next 
sleeping man. In a few minutes, each woman had been apportioned  a 
man, all except for Monica and Sky, Raven's older sister.

When Monica came to Sidney's door she stopped and talked to Sky, 
"I'd like to keep this one," she asked hopefully.

"I think that can be arranged," Sky whispered back.

Monica pointed to the last room and said, "That one's yours!"

Sky nodded and moved off, but before she went inside to surprise 
Harvey Milkwith, she whispered to Monica, "Thanks! After the men 
are on ice, I'll make sure headquarters knows the score 
with…….What's his name?"

"Sidney Longfellow!"

Sky did a double take when she heard his name, but managed to keep 
from laughing, and she repeated his name back to Monica, "Sidney 
Longfellow."

Monica gave her the thumbs up sign and moved into Sidney's room.

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Ron had been in some hellatious barroom fights, but nothing could 
compare with what he had just been through. As a matter of fact, he 
was surprised he was still standing. He was fairly certain his nose 
was broken and both eyes were beginning to puff up and darken. But 
as he looked around the battlefield, he saw that all the Cuties 
were down and out with their bodies scattered about the rain soaked 
field, in haphazard positions, where they had fallen. 

"Are you all right!" he heard a voice say. 


He recognized it as Eva's voice. With her voice, came a picture in 
his mind of the two sisters fighting moments before. If the Cuties 
were tough, then these two sisters were some sort of she-demons 
from hell. How could two absolutely gorgeous women fight like he 
had just seen them fight? He had somehow managed three of the 
hellcats, but the sisters had managed four times as many between 
them, and as he looked at the sisters, he didn't see a scratch on 
them. How could that be?

"Are you OK!" Eva asked again.

The Cajun man worked his tongue around in his mouth for a second 
and spit out a tooth, but managed to say, "Ya, I guess so!…….Can we 
leave this place before these woman wake up?"

This time it was Brome who spoke, "How fast can we get back to 
civilization?"

"Less than a day," Ron answered back. "If we go south, we're only 
miles from the coast. We can follow it to Grand Isle and charter a 
plane back to Houma."

Brome considered his words for a moment, shook her head like she 
had made up her mind, and said firmly, "Then let's get going!"

"Now wait just a darn minute," Ron answered back. "Let's not forget 
the storm. It will soon be suicide to go out on the Gulf in a small 
boat."

"What's the matter?………a little pussy are we?" Brome taunted.

Ron bit his tongue, and didn't answer her retort. 

Instead he tried more reason, "It will be quicker to wait the storm 
out……..Besides, soon nothing will be flying in this storm."

While he tried reasoning with Brome, he could see Eva moving in 
behind her sister, and she looked serious. Oh no! he thought. Just 
what I needed another fight, and with a she-demon this time.

"Forget you, Cajun man!" Brome said disgustedly, literally spitting 
out her words. 

Then as if she had already dismissed Ron from her thoughts, she 
added with a casual flip of her hand signaling to her sister, "Come 
on Eva! Lets go!"  

Then focusing completely on the Cajun man once more she said 
disgustedly, "I'm taking your boat, Ron!………And you can stay here 
with the Cuties!"

As Brome turned to walk back the way she came, Eva struck. She 
grabbed her sister around the legs bringing her down with a tackle 
a linebacker would have been proud of. Both women fell into a big 
puddle of water skidding in the mud completely covering them from 
head to foot in the grimy stuff.

Ron looked on for a moment as the women fought more like women for 
a change, scratching and clawing at each other and screaming at the 
top of their lungs.

"Will you get over here and help! Eva shouted.

The Cajun man did not respond immediately to Eva's cry for help. He 
was enjoying the cat fight to much and he didn't relish coming 
between sisters, especially these two. Rolling around in the mud 
with these almost completely naked women would be a dream come 
true, but Brome's mood seemed like it might take all the fun out of 
it for the Cajun man. Still, he knew it was the only way to get 
Brome's attention, so he reluctantly waded in.

Five minutes later, while Ron held on tightly to Brome's legs, Eva 
tried to talk some sense into her sister as she held her firmly in 
a headlock. 

"Brome, just give me a minute," she pleaded.

Slowly but surely, Brome struggles lessened, and she listened, but 
she did not stop struggling completely.

"We have to wait! You know the truth in that!" Eva told her sister 
tenderly.

"I thought you loved Jim too," Brome said angrily.

"Things have changed," Eva answered back.

Brome looked at Ron for a moment before she said, "So that's why 
your giving up."

Ron held on to Brome's legs for dear life. He didn't have the 
slightest idea what the two women were talking about.

"I'm not giving up," Eva said even more tenderly. "I'll follow you 
to hell and back if you want me too, but if we get ourselves 
killed, How will that help Jim?"

Brome stopped struggling when she realized the truth in her sisters 
words,  and began to cry.

Ron listened to the two sisters, but didn't say anything. Instead, 
he held on to Brome's legs even tighter, just in case.

"What are we going to do?" Brome asked in-between sobs.

Eva looked at Ron and asked, "Ron, how long?"

"Tomorrow morning, Ron answered.

At hearing that bit of news, Brome broke out into even louder sobs. 
In-between her wails she added, "It's just that we came so far and 
we were so damn close!"

Eva hugged her sister tightly and consoled her as best she could as 
Brome continued to cry and lament for some time, and the Cajun man 
hung on to Brome's legs, just in case.

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As soon as the door was shut, Raven tiptoed across the room and 
silently slipped into Evander's bed. She propped her head up on her 
elbow and hungrily stared down at the peacefully sleeping man, a 
mischievous and precocious grin spreading across her face as she 
contemplated her next move. This is going to be so cool she thought 
to herself.

A few moments later, Evander stirred, his eyes opened, and he found 
himself staring into a beautiful teenage face. It took him a few 
seconds to realize where he was and then he asked in a startled 
voice, "Who are you?"

Raven remembered a line from a movie and modified it some 
answering, "Why, I'm you're best day dream!"

Evander stared at her for a long moment, his face undergoing a 
dizzying array of emotions in just a few seconds.  First, he went 
from a look of bewilderment, to one of amazement, and finally to 
one of shocked concern. 

As his body finally began to stir, Raven with cat-like reflexes 
responded even more quickly. She grabbed his arms and forced them 
to his sides catching his upper body in a tight bear-hug. As she 
did so, she twisted his body so that he rolled over the top of her. 
Playfully, she kept his body in motion, turning him so that his 
body rolled over hers, in bed, again and again. The whole time she 
was laughing out loud enjoying herself tremendously.

As she toyed with his overmatched body, she sang out so this time 
Evander could hear her thoughts, "We're going o have so much fun, 
little fella!…………..This is just too cool!"

One desperate scream did come from Evander's lips before he was 
prevented from saying anything else.

"Inga!" he yelled, but Inga couldn't hear his plea.

A few rooms over Raven's sister Sky had made quick and efficient 
work of Harvey Milkwith. Oh! She managed to amuse herself with him 
for a few minutes, but her curiosity over her sister's handling of 
her man hastened her actions. 

Harvey was quietly and humanely squeezed into unconsciousness 
between Sky's all powerful legs. Then he was carried to the living 
room where she, in a very businesslike manner, wrapped his naked 
body in cellophane preparing him for transport. First, his arms 
were pinned to his sides and wrapped in the cellophane and then his 
legs were covered in the same manner completely and efficiently 
immobilizing them as well. In a few moments, he was bundled up like 
a mummy, but there was one difference. The wrappings were clear and 
his imprisoned body, except for his head, was completely encased in 
cellophane.

After his body had been securely wrapped, the standard gag was 
placed over his mouth as well. It was procedure. A man might wake 
up and cry out before the injection could take hold. It was 
something that was not needed here, but Sky always followed 
procedures. No man ever woke up, prematurely, after Sky had 
squeezed him between her mighty legs. 

By this time, the living room was beginning to fill with other 
couples, and the women were in various stages of  preparing their 
assigned man for transport. When the computer officer was done 
wrapping Harold Beamis in cellophane, both her and Sky went to the 
lap top, punched in each man's name and vital statistics, and 
waited. It only took a few seconds before the printer started to 
hum with activity.

The two women tore the sheet off the printer, fitted the proper 
label and bar code into each man's ear tag, and secured the tag to 
each man's ear completing preparations. The computer officer then 
went to the medical kit and prepared the injections for the two 
men. As she watched, Sky's thoughts returned to her sister. 

After each man had been injected, sending each into a state of 
suspended animation, Sky was already walking towards the room where 
her sister was located.

When she opened the door, she was relieved to see her sister had 
everything under control. Raven had been trained in all forms of 
combat just as Sky had been, and she knew her sister was completely 
capable of handling almost any man, but still it was her first 
time, and well, big sisters do worry.

As Sky observed the scene before her, she saw that Raven had 
Evander in a standard head scissors. She had assumed a sitting 
position propping herself up against the head board while Evander 
tried to unsuccessfully pry his head from between her legs. While 
he did so, Raven was watching the helpless man in fascination.

Sky watched her sister, with pride, for a few more moments then 
asked like any older sister would, "Is everything OK?"

Raven reacted like any teenager might at an outlandish comment from 
an older authority figure. She rolled her eyes, shook her head in 
disbelief, and said sounding much like the young teen she was,  
"EXCUSE ME!…………..Does it look like I'm having any problems with 
Hercules here!…………I could take ten cream puffs just like him and 
not even work up a sweat!"

Sky smiled at the remark then looked at her watch and gave her 
sister the bad news.

"It's getting late. Bring him in to the other room so we can 
prepare him for transport."

After her sisters comments, Raven's tone completely changed.
 "Pleassse! Just a few more minutes," Raven begged.

Sky looked at her watch once more before responding, "Five more 
minutes and that's it! These guys may not be formidable, but their 
girlfriends are!"

"Yahoo!" Raven yelled. Then she turned her attention back to the 
man still struggling between her legs, "Did you hear that little 
fella! We got five more minutes."

A look of shear terror spread across Evander's face as he heard the 
news and he once again redoubled his efforts to pry his head free 
from it's sexy leg prison. As usual, he was unsuccessful.

Sky watched the scene for a few more moments, her amusement and 
pride growing as she watched. Finally, she nodded in satisfaction 
at her sisters control over the situation, smiled contentedly, and 
finally closed the door.

After the door was closed, Raven gave Evander's head one final 
burst of female power with her sexy thighs. Her legs quivered from 
the effort, but she didn't want him completely unconscious. That 
wouldn't have suited her needs and desires at the moment. Instead, 
she just squeezed him long enough to immobilize the outgunned man. 

When his head bobbed weakly, she let him go, quickly removed her 
bikini bottoms, and repositioned herself straddling his shoulders 
with her snatch directly over his face.

When his senses cleared, he found himself getting a new order from 
above, "OK cream puff! Make me a happy girl!" 

When she was done with her command, she slipped her legs off his 
shoulders sliding herself forward and engulfing his face in acres 
of sexy girl parts.

In the next instant, his head was lifted up and shoved even farther 
into paradise. At the same time, he could feel the pressure from 
her thighs as they held him prisoner in their firm embrace. Their 
overpowering caress popped his tongue out and he found himself 
silently obeying his mistress's commands. 

Ten minutes later, all of the men were nearly ready for transport 
except Evander P. Honeycutt. Sky nervously looked at her watch as 
she sat by the lap top waiting for Harvey's information to print 
out, when Raven finally appeared. She was carrying Evander about 
the waist, his arms and legs suspended a few inches above the floor 
as they hung limply down in her arms. 

"I'm hear!" she shouted out with glee.

"It's about time!" her sister replied. "I was just about to come 
and get you."

Then Sky looked at her watch again as the printer started to hum 
once again. 

"Get him ready!" she barked out to her sister even as she ripped 
the information from the printer.

She looked at it for a second and handed it to Monica with a smile.

"Everything's set. This will follow him through the system and 
after he's been reeducated, he'll be all yours once again."

Monica took the label, placed it in Sidney's ear tag, and lovingly 
attached it to the sleeping man's ear.

"Thanks!" she said and she meant it. 

As Monica looked about the room, she was supremely happy. 
Everything had gone exactly to plan, and not only was she going to 
be richer from the bounty, but she was going to get Sidney and his 
money as well. 

Finally, her thoughts returned to the other men and women scattered 
about the room. This time it was Monica who looked at her watch. 
She turned to Sky and said a bit nervously, "Better call the 
helicopter we don't want to press our luck!"

The communications officer answered instead, "It's on its 
way!……There's a pick up today off the coast and if we hurry, we can 
deliver the goods right to the Artemis!"

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I woke up somewhere over the gulf. My jaw hurt like hell and I 
rubbed it as I remembered what had just transpired. Brome had been 
so close. I couldn't believe she had tracked us so far so fast. 
That filled me with hope, but then I remembered were I was and that 
I was heading to some ship that would take me far away from my life 
and from Brome too. As I mulled that over, my hopes seemed to fade 
almost as fast as they had flickered into life.  

To stiffen my resolve, I tried to remember what Brome looked like 
as she ran for the helicopter. She was just as I had remembered 
her. It seemed so long ago when we were last together and happy, 
but it had only been a couple of weeks. So much had happened in 
that short time span that it was just a jumble in my mind.  

The only thing that came shining through were those green eyes of 
hers. They were my beacon. They kept me sane when everything else 
was a whirlwind around me, and right now there was quite a raging 
gale just outside. The wind jolted us about, and the storm finally 
intruded in on my thoughts and Brome's blazing green eyes faded and 
disappeared.

As I returned to reality, I realized for the first time, that the 
storm was much worse here. We were buffeted about as the rain 
sleeted against the windshield. I looked at Sarina who was talking 
into the ships radio, and even she seemed worried as she spoke 
while glancing out the window and looking at the raging sea below. 

Off in the distance, I saw a black smudge on the horizon. As we 
drew nearer, the smudge changed into the form of a ship, and it 
didn't take me long to realize, that the ship was our destination.

When we were along side the ship. We had to hover and await our 
turn to land. As we hovered in the howling gale, I could see a 
helicopter  land on a large heliport on the stern of the ship. As 
soon as the copter was down, women raced towards it and started to 
off load the cargo. As I watched in fascination at the frantic 
activity below, I remembered once again what that cargo was, and it 
chilled me.

Finally, it was our turn, and the pilot skillfully maneuvered the 
copter down right on the bulls eye in the center of the pad, but 
this time no one approached. Instead, I felt the pad immediately 
start to descend.

Five minutes later we were in the bowls of the ship and far from 
the howling gale raging over our heads. When the lift stopped, 
Sarina seemed to notice me for the first time. She turned, flashed 
me a dazzling smile, and offered me her hand. 

I had no other choice but to accept it. As we exited the 
helicopter, hand and hand, several uniformed women approached.

I was introduced and handed over to one of them all at the same 
time.

"This is my consort, Jim! He has a sensor imbedded in his arm. 
Please remove it!" 

The woman nodded like she understood, and gave an unusual salute 
with her arm. She put her flat palm to her chest and then extended 
her arm out. In the same motion she made a fist with the extended 
hand and brought that fist to her head. It reminded me of something 
right out of a science fiction novel. It was one of Sarina's 
touches I was sure. I remembered how Sarina loved details. 

After the salute, the woman grabbed my arm and felt it like she was 
looking for something. After a cursory examination of both of my 
arms, the woman took my hand and started to walk with me to a 
destination I could only guess was going to be sick bay. She was 
like all the other women that I saw Sarina surround herself with. 
She was tall, extremely beautiful, and with that same arrogant 
smile that all of the women in Sarina's mercenary force had 
permanently embedded on their lovely faces. 

As we walked off, I turned and looked back one last time. I could 
see the copter being stowed by a large tow motor and the helipad 
was already rising, back to its original position, to seal off the 
ship from the foul weather raging outside. Already stowed in a long 
neat line farther down the immense hanger were the boxes that 
contained the sleeping men.

By this time, Sarina was already deeply immersed in conversation 
with several women who looked to be high ranking officers aboard 
this ship.

My concentration was broken on the group of women behind me when 
the woman guiding me by the hand began to speak in a thick German 
accent. 

"Velcome to ze Artemis," she said in a pleasant voice.

I looked up into a smiling face. She seemed pleasant enough. What 
had she called the ship again? It was the Artemis. Sarina had named 
this ship appropriately enough. Artemis was the Greek name for the  
goddess of the hunt, and as I looked back at the boxes on the other 
side of the hanger one last time. I realized the that the present 
day Artmis had been a successful hunter as well. 

The woman intruded on my thoughts once again, "My name is Uma, you 
may call me that. I vil take that nasty thing out of your arm those 
nasty vemen placed their."

As I listened, I looked her over thoroughly for the first time. She 
had to be well over six feet tall and with the modest heels she 
wore she absolutely towered over me. As for her name, she looked 
like an Uma. Her hair was fixed back giving her a matronly 
appearance, but what a matron. She was extremely beautiful and I 
estimated her age to be in the late thirties, but she could have 
been even older then that. Her voice was pleasant enough but it had 
a ring of authority in it. I just instinctively knew not to cross 
her.

Maybe it was the uniform. She was wearing a dark blue uniform that 
looked like something right out of the SS, complete with hat. The 
only difference was that her skirt was low cut exposing much of a 
great pair of legs. The black boots were the final touch and they 
seemed to highlight the uniform perfectly. As I took a peek at her, 
I was sure Sarina designed the uniforms. She loved people around 
her to be dressed in appropriate costumes.

A few moments later, we entered an elevator and she pushed the 
appropriate button, but she didn't leave my hand go. When the lift 
started moving, I looked up at her and she was smiling down at me 
with that same arrogant smile plastered all over her face. For some 
reason, I smiled back. I guess it was an act of surrender on my 
part. I was just so tired of fighting these women, and I knew I 
couldn't win.

Seeing my reaction, her smile broadened even more and she added, 
"You are a very lucky man, no!"

I didn't feel like a lucky man, but I didn't voice my opinion. 
Instead, I hung my head and kept quiet. That always seemed to work 
best with women like this.

Uma ignored my reaction and had a few more things to say as the 
elevator door popped open.

"Madam vants you prepared for later. First, we fix your arm, then 
you vil rest, und then we vil vash und dress you . Ve vill make you 
pretty for your mistress, no!"

My mind said no, but my body language said yes. Uma's smile got 
even broader as she noticed my reaction, and we continued on to 
sick bay.

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Sky delivered the men to an abandoned airstrip in Catskills. There 
they were transferred to a waiting cargo plane which immediately 
took off for the south coast. As soon as the plane was airborne, 
Sky pulled out her cell phone and made a call. Moments later, she 
was in contact with the communications officer aboard the Artemis.

The officer wrote down the information, tore the sheet of paper off 
the pad, and moved over to the women who were pouring over the 
charts on the bridge. The captain of the Artemis was there along 
with Sarina. They were engrossed in the storm and the present 
position of the Artemis. The officer approached, but silently 
waited alongside the captain of the boat.

Presently, she was noticed by the captain who took the note and 
read it.

As she handed it to Sarina, she commented, "This is not possible. 
These men will have to wait for the next pick up."

Sarina read the note and stated, "I'd hate to loose this group. 
They're all rich and powerful men."

The captain, thinking of her ship first said in an agitated voice, 
"But the storm? It's intensifying."

"Hmmm!" Sarina commented as her full attention went back to the 
charts.

Finally, she told the captain her plan, "What if we head due east. 
Could we skirt the storm and pick these men up?"

The captain mulled over the charts for a minute or two and the 
position of the storm and pointed to a spot on the map.

"If they can be hear by 1730 hours, maybe just maybe we can pick 
them up, but not a moment later!"

Sarina nodded her approval. Then she added, "Will go to plan B if 
they don't make it. The men will be hidden in New Orleans till they 
can be safely transferred to the Cuties."

 This time it was the captain who nodded and then she transferred  
the coordinates and timing to the communications officer who went 
back to transmit the information to the plane.

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Gundy hurried ahead of the rest, opened the door, and yelled, 
"Hiram! I'm home!"

She was greeted with complete silence.

By this time, Jim Prescott Sr. and the rest of the women had made 
their way into the apartment as well. The apartment looked like a 
cyclone had hit it. Much of the furniture was pushed out of the way 
and there was paper and bits of cellophane scattered throughout the 
penthouse apartment.

As soon as Helga saw the bits of cellophane, she felt a stirring in 
her gut.

Carol Lindley asked the obvious, "What's happened?"

Helga ignoring Carol's question barked an order to her two 
daughters, "Inga, Gundy, check the bedrooms."

As soon as her two daughters were moving so was Helga. She went 
over to the sofa and picked up a piece of cellophane and examined 
it for a few moments.

By this time her two daughters were returning with the bad news. 

"They're gone! And so is Monica!" Inga told the group.

Then Helga was talking to Darlene, "Darlene, your a friend of 
Monica's, see if you can get her on the phone?"

As Darlene started to dial, the group gathered around Helga as 
Gundy asked with a touch of concern in her voice, "Where are they 
mom? Then with her mood changing she said in a huff, "Boy! Is Hiram 
going to  get it when he gets home!"

Helga stopped examining the clear plastic and said to Gundy and to 
everyone in a very serious tone, "I don't think it's Hiram's fault 
dear. I'm afraid he and the rest of the men have been kidnapped."

"Kidnapped?" Inga said incredulously.

"Then this is a matter for the police." Her finance piped in.

"No answer!" Darlene yelled to the group.

Helga took it all in and then said, "No! no police. If I'm right 
about what happened then they'd be no match for this group of 
women."

"Some women kidnapped our men?" Cat asked.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. This cellophane is their trademark." Helga 
said sympathetically.

"Was it W.I.C.? What will they do with them?" Inga asked nervously.

"No! Not W.I.C.! There a counter group to W.I.C., like an evil twin 
to a good twin, and I'm afraid they will do the same thing to them 
that Sarina did to Jim. They are bent on world domination, and the 
men of this planet are just a means to an end."

The group went silent till Gundy asked the obvious, "What are we 
going to do?"

"Why find them of course!" Helga said seriously.

"You can count on me!" Cat said.

"Me too," Darlene and Carol piped in.

Jim Prescott told Helga, "All my resources are at your disposal, 
including my yacht and my fleet of plains."

Helga listened, and even as she listened a plan was forming in her 
head.

"Good! The first thing will do is try and find Monica. I'm afraid 
it looks to me like she was in on this."

Inga lost her temper at that bit of news and yelled out, "THE 
BITCH! Wait till I get my hands on her!"

"I'm afraid your going to have to wait your turn," Cat said 
seriously.

"Ah ladies, please." Jim interrupted. Then he asked, "Helga, you 
said the first thing. What's the second thing."

"We're going to have to get W.I.C. involved. Remember, the men are 
carrying transponders."

For the first time, a glimmer of hope went through the group.

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The men had been transferred once more to a helicopter near Biloxi 
Mississippi. There the storm was less intense. The pilot 
immediately set a course due south to meet the Artemis. 

On the bridge, the captain nervously looked at her watch. It was 
already 1730 hours. She was about to issue orders scrubbing the 
pick up when one of her watch yelled, "There it is!"

By this time, the waves were washing over the deck and the ship was 
bobbing up and down making any type of landing extremely dangerous. 
Still the female pilot skillfully guided her craft safely on to the 
helipad.  As soon as the copter was down a squad of women raced for 
it, and quickly off loaded the boxes containing the sleeping men.

When the job had been completed, the pilot took off and headed for 
the safety of land.

Following procedure, a squad member was about to open one of the 
boxes and run a scanner over the man when a large wave washed over 
the boat and drenched the group.

The squad leader barked out an order, "Get them below!" 

The second in command who was carrying the scanner balked at the 
order and pleaded,  "But sir, they haven't been checked!…….What 
about procedure?"

Just then, another even larger wave washed over the ship and 
drenched the squad causing several of the boxes to move 
precariously on deck.

"Get them below! There will be hell to pay if we loose any of the 
cargo!"  the squad leader told her second.

The second was about to say something when another wave hit. This 
time she motioned to the others to move the boxes out.

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I was sitting on the bed of a rather nice cabin waiting for Sarina 
to make an appearance. My right arm hurt and I was rubbing it. 
There was a band aid over the incision where the transponder had 
been located and removed. 

I was wearing a plain one piece outfit that reminded me a little of 
a toga without the frills. The garment ended half way up my thighs 
and made me feel a bit ridiculous, but that was how Sarina wanted 
me dressed. I even had on sandals.

The storm outside had dissipated some or maybe we had moved out of 
its path. In any case, I wasn't being thrown around the cabin 
anymore. That allowed me to concentrate on other more important 
matters.

As I mulled over my fate, I realized that standard guy clothes 
probably wouldn't be in my future. Sarina did love her men to be 
dressed appropriately, and that meant they'd dress as Sarina wanted 
them to.

Of course, I wasn't allowed to wash and dress myself. Uma took care 
of that. She called me a consort and I was told such mundane 
matters would be handled for me in the future.

I guess Sarina had plans for me. I remembered her talking about a 
female heir. I just wasn't sure how she planned on guaranteeing 
that. 

Just then, my thoughts were interrupted as Sarina walked into the 
cabin. She had on the same type of uniform the other women were 
wearing. Only hers was more elaborate denoting her station. 

As soon as she was inside the cabin, she threw her hat onto the bed 
and ordered me to, "Stand up!"

I slowly got to my feet and waited. She was smiling at me and 
looking me over all at the same time. With out saying a word, she 
made a circular motion with her finger. I knew what she wanted. I 
started to slowly turn as she kept appraising me.

"Perfect!" she exclaimed and then she walked over and started to 
fondle my cheek with one of her big hands.

"I think I'll let you grow your mustache back," she commented to me 
as she continued to caress my cheek and look into my eyes. "Does 
that please you?" she asked.

I nodded that indeed it did. I was starring into her dark cat-like 
eyes. They were so different then Brome's, but still hypnotic in 
their own right. Whenever I looked into those eyes, I found it 
difficult to break contact with them. 

The moment lasted awhile longer and then I was issued another 
command. 

"Now help me off with my boots," she ordered as she made her way to 
a chair.

As I straddled her leg and began to tug at her right boot, I 
casually asked, "What happens now?"

She placed her other foot on my rump and pushed. I went flying in 
the other direction landing in a heap on the floor, but I did have 
her boot in my hand.

She laughed out loud for a moment and then she began to talk.

"Where going to my reeducation center in Argentina. A camp cheerful 
to be exact. We should be there in a few days."

As I listened, I picked myself up and prepared to take the other 
boot off.

"Once there, I want you to get a taste of my reeducation 
techniques."

As I began to tug at the other boot, Sarina placed her other foot 
on my butt and pushed again. It had the same results as before.

She laughed a bit again and then continued on with her agenda for 
me.

"Oh, I'm not going to change you. I like you the way you are. You 
have spirit……..Now get over hear and rub my feet!"

I walked over again and knelt at her feet taking up her big right 
foot in my hands and started to gently message it as she talked.

She stopped and smiled at me for a few moments as I worked. Then 
she continued on once again with her plans for me.

"Will drop the cargo off there and we'll stay there for a few days. 
Then your coming with me to my secret island."

I stopped rubbing her foot and parroted back her own words, "Secret 
Island?"

"Yes, its a wonderful place. You'll just love it!" she told me 
excitedly.

I didn't say anything. Instead, I started to rub her other foot.

"There, you will give me a female heir!"

"How can you assure that? Why?" I asked cautiously.

"Oh it's quite easy, in this day and age, to insure female progeny. 
And I need an heir to rule after me because from there I intend on 
ruling the world."

I stopped rubbing again and looked at her in shocked disbelief. She 
saw my reaction and started to laugh. It was a very sinister and 
evil laugh indeed.

She interrupted her laughter to give me one more bit of news and I 
started to rub her foot again.

"You are going to spend the rest of your days on that island."

I stopped rubbing her foot again and she started to laugh even 
louder. I thought it was the most evil and sinister laugh I had 
ever heard in my life.


To be continued…………


Will Brome and Eva find Jim's trail again? And what about Helga and 
the other women?

What will Camp cheerful be like?

Will Jim be stuck on an island paradise making babies with a 
beautiful but evil woman?………Poor Jim!

All the questions will be answered in the final two chapters.