Message-ID: <46313asstr$1074575404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <006801c3ded8$44d7c740$345b413e@km3> From: "Kjell Madsen" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 19 Jan 2004 22:58:58 +0100 Subject: {ASSM} Paradise Island - Ingrid's Tale [3/4] {Madsen} Lines: 1681 Date: Tue, 20 Jan 2004 00:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, hecate, hoisingr <1st attachment, "Ingrid, part 3.doc" begin> Paradise Island - Ingrid's Tale, part 3 of 4 By Kjell Madsen, 2004 Shortened Preface This story contains sexual themes, words, and situations. If you are underage, don't read it. If you don't like this sort of stuff, don't read it. This is not a 'stroke-story' -- if that's what you are looking for, you are wasting your time. Story codes: Framework: mf, Ff, f-solo, SciFi Ingrid's narration: f-solo, mf, ff, mff, FF+, M+F+, Fdom, cons, rom, caution These are the general codes that I think best describes the story as a whole. I put in caution because there are elements in various chapters that, technically, might deserve harsher codes. However, these elements are not described in detail. See chapter breakdown in the full preface for additional codes for the prudish. On the other hand, hardened ASSM habitus might argue that the whole story should be labelled 'no-sex' -- there *is* sex in it but it is described without 11-inch penises, orgasmic shrieks with multiple exclamation marks, floods of sperm and vaginal fluids, and similar graphical details. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and the characters are fictional. Any similarity to real people, living or dead, is entirely accidental. The author does not necessarily endorse all the actions of the characters. Plea for feedback: I love feedback but seldom get any. Please, send an e-mail and tell me what you think to kjell (DOT) madsen (AT) home (DOT) se. The fine print: This story is copyrighted 2004 by Kjell Madsen, all rights reserved. Please ask for my permission first if you want to repost it or use it in any other way. Archiving by ASSTR is permitted and encouraged. This is part 3 of 4 ### Chapter 11 -- My wedding (and ...) Jenny was smiling her sunny smile when she came the next afternoon. "Oh, Ingrid, I'm sure that today's tale will be the best of all. I love to hear about weddings -- it's so romantic," she declared. Ingrid chuckled, "Yes, my wedding was romantic, indeed. In a sense, the story of my life is like the tale about Cinderella -- you know, the poor girl who marries a prince -- and now we comes to the point in my tale when I was about to get my Prince Charming." They seated themselves and Ingrid began her tale... *** Tina and Louise started planning for my wedding -- and both of them were determined to make a grand production of it. Lisa suggested that we should try to get 'the missing slavegirls' back for the wedding -- all of them, not only Karin and Christine. I was starting to feel like a child the week before Christmas -- and then it became even better. Linda and Peo asked me if they could get married with us in a double wedding. What a great idea! If one wedding is great -- a double wedding is great squared. It soon became evident that our wedding would become the greatest party ever on Paradise Island. Our families were invited, of course and Bob had many special friends who were invited too. Then the news reached the president of the Micronesian federation and he decided to bring his family and a large delegation, including Tahese and a priest who would officiate at the ceremony. Naturally, all our native friends -- virtually all the inhabitants on the island -- were invited too (and the very few who were overlooked invited themselves). Wild rumours about the party began to circulate -- I still don't know which joker started the one that Bob would fuck me on the altar -- and everybody started to count the days remaining. *** The guest from abroad started to arrive. I met my parents and Lars at the airfield and showed them the way to the guesthouse. They were only mildly surprised that I was naked -- I had told them a little about my life on Paradise Island and they were used seeing me naked at home -- but Mom was disappointed when I told her that I wouldn't use the wedding gown she brought from Sweden. (It was an heirloom from her family -- it was lovely, but I had decided to be naked.) However, a few days on the island convinced Mom that the climate was too hot for the gown -- lovely as it was. Both my parents and Lars took the opportunity to get some all-over tan at the pool -- and I know that my brother took the opportunity to know My better. Bob and Lars found each other immediately -- to the point of Bob starting to neglect me. I had to be firm with both of them when I found them in Bob's study, engaged in a lively computer discussion -- at 3 a.m.! *** Karin and Christine came back for the wedding -- and so did the three girls who had declined Bob's contract. Nina brought her husband and baby daughter -- and to my surprise she was naked, and her pussy was bald, when I met her. She explained, with a mischievous smile, that her husband was so interested in all the naked women he saw that she had stripped 'not to be out-competed'. I was amazed -- was this really the shy girl who didn't dare to skinny-dip in the pool? Marriage must have changed her a lot. Naturally, Gretchen probably only kept her clothes on long enough to reach her room to remove them (if she didn't strip even earlier). She was in the uniform I expected (i.e. birthday suit) when I met her -- and she had a bald pussy too. (I learned later that Nancy was responsible for the bald pussies -- she had introduced our cream to the girls, shortly after their arrival). Gurangala surprised us with a new luau/orgy at our old campsite together with Umptole's companions. The three girls who hadn't been there listened, in wide-eyed fascination, at the tales of our adventures there -- and it was a great nostalgic trip for us others. The food was even better than the previous time and Gurangala's wine was still dynamite -- I became tipsy again, despite trying to be cautious. Then followed the expected orgy, which exhausted us and left us sleeping on the grass for the rest of the night. We didn't leave the camp until noon next day. *** Mona arrived at the island in company with her current slavegirl, Cindy, and it was evident that whatever Linda's employment as 'helper slave' meant, it included being Cindy's lover. Cindy was so hot for Linda that Peo almost became irritated. However, she found a new lover in Linda's younger brother, Eric, before the situation became too inflamed. (Eric and Cindy married eventually, and they visited us several times with their children.). Karin asked Mona to be trained as slavegirl -- something that Karin's analyst recommended to complete her therapy -- and I nagged Bob until he took the tab. (It took very little nagging -- but enough to earn me another 'spanking'). The delegation from Kolonia arrived and the priest was concerned when he heard what Linda and I (and our maids) were planning to wear at the wedding. However a few days on Paradise Island changed his views -- the decisive factor might have been seeing his president and first lady stripping to the skin, together with their daughters. The elder daughter even tried the life of a slavegirl for a few days -- as Louise's pupil. *** Finally, the great day arrived. Hundreds of butterflies fluttered in my stomach and I had to pinch myself to be certain that I wasn't dreaming. According to age-old customs (which, incidentally, were the same both in Sweden and on Rarotonga) I was held in virtual house-arrest -- it was 'bad luck' for the bridegroom to see his bride on the wedding day, before the start of ceremony. It wouldn't start until sunset so the wait seemed endless. Ruth was my maid of honour -- and she had a hard job, trying to soothe my tense nerves. The sun seemed immobile high up in the sky, but after an eternity, it started to creep towards the western horizon and Ruth started my preparation for the wedding ceremony. She combed my hair and attached my diadem (the one Bob gave me as an engagement gift), and then she applied my make-up. With a mischievous smile, she used the lipstick on my stiff nipples too, as a final touch. Then, she took my hand and led me in front of the full-length mirror, and I could only stare at my reflection in amazement. Was this beautiful, naked princess really me? -- my pussy became wet in anticipation of Bob's reaction. The sun sets fast in the tropics and it was already twilight when we went to the small lounge on the ground floor that served as 'the brides' waiting room'. Linda was already there with her maid, Cindy. Linda didn't wear a diadem but Cindy had fastened flowers in her blond hair -- she looked like a fairy or, maybe, a wood nymph -- and she was an image of absolute beauty. According to their roles, our maids had strived for a more subdued look -- very little make-up and a single flower behind the right ear -- but I still believe that they were just as gorgeous, in their own way, as we were. The windows in our room were open and we could hear the sounds from the gathering guests. Then, the entertainment began and, finally, we heard the young, native women begin singing their beautiful, traditional wedding song. That was our cue -- we went out in the main saloon and met the priest, our fathers -- and our bridegrooms. Bob wore his robes, looking even more kingly than before. His eyes widened in appreciation when he looked at me -- obviously my appearance was adequate. Peo looked very elegant too in his traditional 'wedding outfit' and his eyes were glued at Linda. After a brief moment of mutual admiration, we lined up for our 'bridal train' and waited for our second cue. There had been some discussion about the order of persons in this train but this is how we, finally, agreed to line up: the priest went in the lead alone; then the two bridegrooms, side by side; then I went accompanied by my father, followed by Linda and her father; finally, our two maids went together in the rear. Our second cue (Mendelssohn's bridal march) began and we marched out to the assembly -- and the altar. *** It was almost dark when we stepped out of the house, but the entire area was alight with spotlights. The light fell on us and an awed murmur rose from the assembled crowd. I almost passed out with joy and excitement -- was it really me, marching to my wedding like this? All my dreams since I was a little girl had come true -- I'd always loved the tale about Cinderella (Uncle Olle had to tell it many, many times when I was sitting on his lap), and now *I* was the princess -- the *naked* princess -- about to wed my prince. My memory of the wedding ceremony is a bit hazy. I was so nervous that I could hardly pay attention to the priest -- and so aroused that I would have fucked Bob on the altar, without hesitation, if he had told me to. (Ruth told me later that I was letter-perfect in my responses and that she had admired my composure -- oh well, she couldn't guess what was on my mind.) Finally, the ceremony was over and I kissed my new husband tenderly. Bob teased me, saying that he loved my attire but, maybe, it was time to wear something else now. I instantly made up my mind to refuse -- I was his naked princess, and I would remain naked as long as possible -- and told him so, firmly. (I was sure that I earned another 'spanking' with my rebelliousness but I didn't care -- I loved those, and their aftermaths.) *** The guests rose as one and closed in on us, and we were swamped by people who wanted to congratulate us and wish us luck. Finally, we could start our feast -- like before, I played Bob's slave and fed him whenever he opened his mouth (if I didn't kiss him instead). There were many speeches but I remember one in particular -- one of the village Elders told us that their Council had decided to adopt Bob and me as honorary members of the community. I was overjoyed -- the native people were my friends and I admired their way of life -- now, I would become a part of their community myself. At the end of our feast, Lisa rose, clapped her hands for attention, and then she made an *announcement* -- actually several announcements. She told the assembly that the service of the slavegirls came to an end with this ceremony. I remembered Nancy's wish that our service should 'end with a bang, not a whimper' -- and I concluded that this was the Big Bang she wished for. Lisa continued to tell our guests about the changes in the staff to accommodate two of the former slavegirls. Linda was employed as Lisa's deputy, and Louise would be Michele's deputy, and successor, as chief of the household. That left Louise's former position on the staff open -- and it went to Tina, to her great surprise and joy. The guests wished us goodnight and started to leave. Finally, we newlyweds were alone and we went to the nude beach for a private celebration, leaving our wedding finery behind. Linda and Peo left Bob and me alone after a while, and we stayed there for a long time, making love and looking up on the brilliant stars. Late in the night, we went back to Bob's -- no, *our* -- bedroom and made love a final time before we fell asleep in each other's arms. *** For once, I woke up before Bob and looked tenderly on my snoring husband. Husband! -- What a heart-filling word! I sighed happily -- life was perfect... *** It was sad to see my family, the girls, and other friends leave the island, but I was consoled by the thought of my impending honeymoon. The choice of how to spend it had developed gradually, and it may be a surprise for some. Bob was, literally, 'rich like a troll'. We could have spent our honeymoon touring the world, visiting any place that took our fancy, and living in luxury all the time. No matter how much we spent, it would hardly make a dent in Bob's fortune. Instead we went back to the nameless island and shared the lot of the inhabitants for several months. Linda and Peo made the same choice and they spent their honeymoon together with us. The first part of our honeymoon was luxurious enough -- we went to the island in our yacht, accompanied by the president and his family. I stayed naked, as I promised myself -- I didn't bring a single garment, knowing our destination. All the others, including the crew, were naked too -- and the trip to the island became one long orgy. (As I told you before, Jenny; neither Bob, nor I, were jealous of the other -- we made a lot of love together, but we sampled the charms of the others too.) When we arrived, I swam ashore like before -- this time accompanied by Linda and both the president's daughters. Thus, when the others landed with the yacht's boat, there were four extra 'native girls' to welcome them with flower garlands. We brought very few things to the island, mainly some gifts to the inhabitants. One of these gifts was very popular -- a large supply of a certain cream. *** Four days later, after a throughout exposure to the hospitality of the inhabitants, the president and his family left for Kolonia in the yacht. I stood on the beach and waved goodbye, together with Bob, Linda, Peo, and most of the local people. When the yacht had disappeared beneath the horizon, we moved into a hut that the natives built for us. It was similar to the one Linda and I spent our 'obedience training' with Mona in, so we were used to living like that. (I think Bob missed his bed the first nights -- but I did my best to keep him satisfied, and he never complained. We shared the life of the inhabitants -- both their carnal activities and their 'mundane' tasks -- and we enjoyed the feeling of timelessness. There were never any urgency -- and always time to make love. Bob learned how to fish from a canoe (Peo already knew, of course), and Linda and I learned how to cook in a fire pit. I added palm-trees to my tree-climbing skills -- it was exhilarating to climb like a monkey to the crown of a coco-palm, cutting down the nuts and throwing them to the people far below. Linda also tried it a few times, until her pregnancy ended further climbing. All of us learned a little of the local language, and Linda learned a lot. Her growing belly forced her to limit other activities -- and the natives cherished her, spending a lot of time at her side and teaching her how to speak their language. Interestingly, the local dialect was so different from that on Rarotonga that Peo had no great advantage over us in learning it. When the yacht returned for us after six months, we had really 'gone native' and Nils claimed that I, in particular, looked like I had been born on the island. Naturally, I had an all-over tan from my time as slavegirl already at the start, but now my skin was dark brown and my hair was as long as the native girls'. The skin on the soles of my feet was thick and leathery and my tree-climbing and other activities had made my body sleek and athletic -- I felt more fit than ever before. *** It felt strange to sleep in a bed again after so long time and my return to Paradise Island felt like waking from a dream. Neither I, nor Linda, was in a hurry to dress. I felt no need -- I realized, of course, that my role as Mrs. Shane eventually would require that I wore clothes, but there was no hurry. Of all things I had learnt on my wonderful honeymoon, the foremost was that few things were urgent -- I would dress again when I had to, and remain naked until then (and then again, once the need for clothes had passed). *** "I settled down to my married life and I was looking forward, confident that Bob and I had a long life in bliss before us. It is tempting to end my tale here with the standard formula of a fairytale -- And they all lived happily ever after..." Ingrid concluded. "You wouldn't dare!" Jenny protested. "I would die of curiosity if you don't tell me what happened next," she declared. Ingrid chuckled and looked fondly at the girl. "Well -- we cannot risk that, can we?" she replied, "Don't worry, Jenny, I will continue my tale tomorrow," she promised. Chapter 12 -- Children and Friends Ingrid smiled fondly at Jenny when the girl entered with an air of eager anticipation. "You really take your task seriously, Jenny," she commented. Jenny smiled back at Ingrid and said that her task felt like a privilege, not a duty. "What will the subject of your tale be today, Granny?" she asked. Ingrid smiled wistfully, "Well...yesterday's tale left me as a young, married woman just returned from her honeymoon. My thoughts were occupied with what comes naturally to a woman's mind in my situation -- namely children. Today's tale will be about that subject -- and, maybe, you will see why it is seldom mentioned in any detail in the fairytales," she declared and started her tale... *** As I told you yesterday, Linda discovered that she was pregnant early during our honeymoon. Her baby daughter (Nancy) was born two months after our return to Paradise Island. If you count on your fingers, you will find that she must have become pregnant about one month after her return to our island from her stay with Mona -- or about the earliest possible date she *could* have been fertile. Considering that I didn't take a booster contraceptive shot with the others, I *should* have become fertile about a month earlier than Linda -- and considering how often Bob and I tried, I *would* have become pregnant very soon thereafter. We even had a contingency plan to cut the honeymoon short if it appeared that Linda or I needed Susan's services -- we didn't dare to take the risk to have our babies on the nameless island. However, we didn't need it -- Linda's belly grew, but the not fast enough to be alarming -- and the yacht returned us to Paradise Island, on schedule and with plenty of time to spare. My belly didn't grow at all -- and that was not from lack of trying. Bob and I continued trying, diligently, to make a baby after or return from our honeymoon -- and when several months passed without any better result, we started to worry. My menses returned early on and they were regular like a pendulum, but I didn't get pregnant despite our best tries. When little Nancy was six-months-old, Bob and I went to a fertility clinic to find out what was wrong. They took a lot of blood samples and submitted me to several unpleasant examinations, but they couldn't find anything wrong with me -- or with Bob, who had his own share of examinations. We went back to Paradise Island, and I couldn't help feeling depressed. Bob was very supportive but I couldn't miss seeing that he was sad too. Two weeks later my menstruation was overdue -- and one week later Susan's test confirmed that I was pregnant. I was euphoric, and so was Bob -- for three months, and then I had a miscarriage. It was even worse than before -- it felt hopeless, and I even had suicidal thoughts. Finally, Linda suggested that I should beg the local 'Mother Goddess' to succour me. At that point I was desperate and grabbed for any straw -- if there was any chance that it would help, I was willing to try it. *** Ingrid paused and looked thoughtfully at Jenny. "I think a short digression is in order," she told the girl. "Most of the natives were nominally Christian, but there were remnants of elder beliefs too. The Mother Goddess was a primordial deity (similar to Mother Earth or Gaia, maybe) and she had a small lake on the island that was sacred to her. Bob and I went there for our 'adoption ceremony' into the village community. It was a lovely place -- and the water felt very 'alive' when we swam in it -- but, at that time, I regarded the belief in the Goddess as superstition." *** Linda brought me to the sacred lake at night and we swam briefly together in the dark water -- that's how you presented yourself to the Goddess. Linda told me to spend the rest of the night at the lake and do anything that felt natural to me, and then she left me alone. I fell to my knees at the shore -- and I prayed to the Mother Goddess, like I had never done before. I begged Her to forgive my unbelief -- and to let me and Bob have our child. I don't know how long I knelt and prayed like this -- silently but with tear-filled eyes -- and then I entered the water a second time. This time, the feeling of the water was indescribable -- it was vibrant with life and love when it caressed my body. All my worries were washed away and it felt like I was embraced by the warm arms of a loving mother -- I was forgiven. I lay down beside the lake and I fell in a deep, untroubled sleep at once -- for the first time in many, many days. The next morning, I thanked the Goddess for her mercy from the bottom of my heart, and then I went back home to Bob. We made love and I felt serene -- this time I was sure that it would work. *** Superstition or not -- it *did* work. Nine months later, Anne was born and I insisted that Bob and I should present her to the Goddess in a traditional 'naming ceremony' when she was one month old. I believe that he agreed mostly to humour me but I'm certain that the Mother Goddess gained another believer that day -- I'm almost certain that Undine was made on the grass beside the lake that very day. We named her in the same way, and all our other children. I never had any problems to become pregnant again and Robert Jr., Chris, and your namesake Jenny followed in rapid succession, until Bob and I decided that five kids were enough. *** Jenny's giggles interrupted the tale. "My granny, Undine, made at a sacred lake -- I can't believe it -- does she know?" the girl asked incredulously. Ingrid laughed cordially. "*Of course*, she knows -- she was named after a mythical, wild water spirit," she answered. "...and it was a good name too. Undine was wild and free like her namesake when she was young." she added musingly and continued her tale... *** As I'm certain you can imagine, Jenny, I became busy with raising and taking care of our children. Our house and garden became the haunt of naked, little savages (naturally, we adopted the local custom that children should remain naked until puberty) -- not only ours but all their friends and playmates too. Sometimes, you could go for a nap at the pool or a stroll in the garden -- and be swamped by at least a dozen kids, who demanded your attention. Fortunately, the native women in our household loved children and they had a very good hand with them (they had plenty of training as teenagers -- taking care of the children was their first job in the village after initiation as adults). Already at ten, Anne was a little lady -- and so was her best friend, Linda's daughter Nancy. They loved to look at clothes in fashion magazines, and they longed for the day when they would become adults and be allowed to dress like that. That caused me and Linda to change the rules slightly -- the girls were allowed to dress up for festivities but they had to continue to wear 'casual skin' otherwise. The girls really loved to dress up, and they spurred each other to find the most fanciful garments for these occasions. (I initiated similar customs here on X-57 later) However, Undine was a wild child -- she was a real tomboy, playing mostly with the boys from the village. When she became old enough, she could be gone for days with them -- going on fishing trips and the like. She was never interested in clothes as a child, and she emulated My afterwards -- wearing clothes only at the few occasions they were required and running around naked otherwise. (Thinking about it, it might have been me that she emulated -- my casual wear was my birthday suit too) Robert Jr., was our 'handyman' -- he hanged around Brad from the time he learned to walk, almost driving the poor man crazy with all his questions. He seldom had to be told twice how a certain widget worked, and he became a real help at an early age. Chris, on the other hand, loved to read -- he taught himself to read before he was three. He was my easiest child to handle -- just put him in the front of a book (the thicker, the better) and he would stay put until he finished it. Jenny, finally, was like a cross between Anne and Undine -- with her own sweet personality mixed in. She was definitely a girl and she liked to dress up for special occasions -- but she didn't make a production of it, and she shared Undine's total disregard for 'casual' clothes. *** My own role as Mrs. Shane often required me to dress. We had many guests -- and some of them would, undoubtedly, have been shocked if they had seen me in my favourite casual wear. My wardrobe grew constantly -- it contained everything from shorts and halter-tops to elegant evening gowns (with matching jewellery and accessories). However, on one point I was adamant -- I never used a swimsuit again, preferring to abstain if I couldn't skinny-dip with our guests. Bob sold his computer company before he built Paradise Island but he was still frequently engaged as a consultant. I accompanied him on several trips abroad, and on these occasions I used the garb of a female business executive. We went mainly to USA and Japan, but at one occasion we went to London together. When the business was finished, we took a few days off and I showed him the sights. I located my old landlady -- she had retired but she was still in good health, and very glad to see me again. I presented my husband to her, and Bob was charmed by the old lady (and she by him) when we had tea together. *** One category of guests allowed me to wear my 'causal skin' -- and their visits were the most welcome of all. Linda kept in touch with all the former slavegirls, usually via e-mail, and several of them visited us. Ruth came twice -- the second time accompanied by her father who had recovered completely from his brain-tumour (the reason for Ruth's desperation when Mona fired her). Joe-Anne and Gretchen both brought their families for a visit -- and neither of them kept their clothes on for more than five minutes. Gretchen and her husband were organized nudists -- and Joe ran a 'nude ranch' together with her husband. Their children were completely at ease with nudity too -- and our bunch of naked little savages readily accepted them into their ranks. Mona returned several times with her various slavegirls. One of them was Karin -- and she got her revenge on me for my naughty charade at the guesthouse. Now, she was the slavegirl -- she made a big production of it, treating me like a 'known woman' and calling me 'Mam' in every other sentence in public. Mona cooperated gleefully and put Karin under my command several times -- and then Karin could call me 'Mistress' and play my slave. Nevertheless, I was very happy to see both of them -- and Karin relented enough to treat me like a friend in private. My parents made several return visits, staying for a month or more each time. They really loved their grandchildren -- a love that was very mutual. Lars visited us several times too, and we met him more than once on our business trips. He and Bob were making plans for the future development of wireless communication between computers and accessories. I wasn't too involved in that project -- it was very technical -- but I'm proud of the name I coined for the emerging standard. It was named Bluetooth after a semi-mythical Viking king (Harold Bluetooth) who, among other things, figured in one of my favourite books -- 'The Long Ships' by the Swedish author Frans G. Bengtsson. We had several other guest in the 'casual skin' category -- far too many to mention all -- and our guesthouse was seldom empty. *** Ingrid finished her tale and looked, with a fond smile, at Jenny who was listening raptly. "Well, Jenny -- what do you think now?" she asked. "We are leaving the exciting fairytale and entering the quiet story of my home life. It was very pleasant to live -- but, maybe, it's boring to listen to." Jenny shook her head and denied this possibility. "Don't dare to slither out of our deal, Granny!" she bantered with a giggle. "The tale of your life is still like a fairytale -- and I, for my part, simply *love* to hear what Cinderella did after her wedding." Ingrid laughed cordially, "Well, in that case I have to continue, haven't I? -- And, maybe, you will find tomorrow's tale exiting..." Chapter 13 -- Slavegirls Revisited Ingrid smiled mischievously at Jenny when the girl returned the next afternoon. "I think you will like today's tale, Jenny", she said, "It's about how we women ganged up on Bob, and reintroduced slavegirls on our island." Jenny's face lit up with her wide grin and her nipples stiffened in anticipation. "Oh!" she exclaimed, "Did the others return? -- and did you become his slaves again?" "Not exactly, as you will soon hear..." Ingrid chuckled and began her tale... *** The years went by with little to tell you about. I was happy with my life on Paradise Island as Bob's wife and the mother of our children. Anne was seven years old and we had just celebrated little Jenny's first birthday when I noticed that Bob had a troubled look one morning. "What is it, darling?" I asked him. At first, he hesitated to mention it, but nine years' marriage had made me an expert in prodding him to spill his beans -- and finally he did. Bob's fiftieth birthday was looming like a black cloud at the horizon -- and he was worried sick about how to manage it, and particularly the birthday party. It took a great effort not to be unladylike and laugh at my husband -- partly from pure relief. Here he got me worried that something was seriously wrong -- and then it was something as silly as a birthday party. Bob had been thinking about giving the party in New York or another major city, but I put my foot down firmly on that. First I softened him up (or rather made him hard) with a measured dose of kisses and embraces, and then I made my verdict -- No Way! The party should be on Paradise Island. "Our island is the best place on Earth -- and it would be pure folly to have your party anywhere else," I told him firmly. Then I told him to relax and give the real experts, Tina with Louise as a senior consultant, the task to organize a party that our guests would never forget. My darling looked so astonished and relieved that I had to laugh -- and then we had a long love-making session. *** The same afternoon, I chaired a cabal with Lisa, Tina, Louise, and Linda. The first point on the agenda was how to keep Bob from 'poking his nose into the preparations', and the solution was to make all essential preparations first -- and then present him with a new 'fait accompli' (usually the best way to handle Bob -- he worried too much otherwise). *** Jenny's giggles interrupted the tale. "You were very naughty, Granny... treating Bob like that...like a fool... or a big child... or something..." she admonished Ingrid between her giggles. Ingrid smiled pensively, "I understand how you came to that conclusion -- but you are wrong, Jenny", she rebuked the girl gently. "Bob was definitely not a fool -- he was highly intelligent, a genial inventor, and he could be a ruthless businessman. He earned the nickname 'Bulldozer' from his competitors early on when he made his first fortune. However, in one sense he was a grown-up little boy -- the art of social grace remained an enigma for him. He knew that and trusted our instincts -- we all loved him the way he was, and we would never do anything to hurt him." Then she continued her tale... *** Our next point was a brainstorm to decide, in broad outline, a plan for the party. I still don't know how the crazy idea entered my mind, but the prime rule of a brainstorm is that you never repress an idea -- no matter how crazy it seems -- so I told the others. There was a stunned silence when I presented it -- Why not hire slavegirls to spice up the party? At first, the others were sceptical, but they others gradually warmed to my idea -- and then we heterodyned. Two hours later, we had our plan. Needless to say, there remained many details to fill in, but we could move on to the final point -- to decide who would do what. Lisa had an extensive knowledge of Bob's business contacts -- she would prepare a list of special guest to invite to the party (for Bob's approval later). Linda became responsible for the recruitment and training of the girls -- we decided that they should be hired for one year, ending with Bob's party. It was less than fifteen months to the great day so this was clearly the most urgent task. Tina (with Louise's assistance) would make detailed plans for *two* parties -- the girl's adoption ceremony and the birthday party itself. Louise's main tasks were to coordinate the housing of our guest with My and to help Tina with all practical details. Finally, my task was to keep Bob happy and untroubled -- and out of the others' hair. (A seemingly minor task, perhaps, but crucial for the success of our project -- and I knew from previous experience that it would take all my skills to succeed.) *** We all became busy in different ways -- and Linda became very busy, indeed. She used Lisa's channels to locate suitable girls, and within two months she had twelve candidates who were invited to Paradise Island. Meanwhile she modified our original contract to suit the new purpose -- the time of service was reduced to one year, and the payment would be one million instead of two. Like the original, the new contract had milestones and bonuses to induce the girls to stay for the full term. Naturally, she planned for 'Mistress Mona's' return as the girls' trainer. However, Murphy's Law struck us -- Mona was unable to train the girls. Mona claimed that Linda was fully qualified to become 'Mistress Linda' and wished her good luck. Linda was very uncertain that she could handle the training the way it should be done -- and she was five months pregnant. The cabal held an emergency meeting, and, finally, we found a solution to the problem. We convinced Linda to become the girls' mistress but she wouldn't do all their training herself. My became her helper slave, and she would take care of the more vigorous parts of their training. (Linda's belly was not *that* big yet but her pregnancy would hamper her a bit -- especially at the end of the girls' training.) Johanna had retired two years ago but she agreed to return temporarily as manager of the guesthouse to free My for her task. As a final touch, we contacted Kayo, and she promised to return from Japan to teach the girls 'The Fine Art of Pleasing Men'. Our initial intention was that Kayo should play the role of an 'expert instructor' but she insisted in becoming another helper slave. "Linda must be my mistress too -- there cannot be any doubts at all about her authority," she told us. *** Meanwhile, our other preparations continued and it soon became my task to tell Bob. To say that he was surprised would have been the understatement of the century -- he was shell-shocked. However, my own expertise in 'The Fine Art of Pleasing Men' was enough to revive him -- he accepted 'fait accompli', and he soon become enthusiastic. I got a 'spanking' for my naughtiness, of course, and Bob made bawdy jokes about how he should keep the slavegirls busy. He even joked about replacing me with a newer model -- and my reply earned me another 'spanking'. Our new girls arrived at Paradise Island and ten of them accepted the contract. Linda became 'Mistress Linda' -- an even more terrifying figure for the poor slavegirls than Mona had been for us. I heard that My and Kayo had a tough job, comforting them the first night at the camp, but our arrangements worked out very well in the end. I wasn't directly involved in their training but judging from the results, 'Mistress Linda' and her two helpers did an excellent job. *** The adoption ceremony presented no problems for Tina -- she could use the original ceremony as a template. The main difference was that I was a part of it in a different capacity than the previous time -- I was Bob's wife and would, therefore, become the girls' mistress when Bob adopted them. I was seated on a 'throne' of my own beside Bob, and the girls were required to kneel and kiss my feet when Bob was through with them. My suggested that they should kiss my pussy instead, but I put my foot down on that suggestion. However, at the nude beach afterwards, several of the girls kissed (and licked) it and other parts of my body. I was exhausted afterwards, and so was Bob -- We fell asleep in our bed, without making love first. The slavegirls rapidly became a part of our household -- and a very active part of Bob's and my sexlife. Almost every night, we shared our bed with one or two of them -- and I can guarantee that they were very proficient in both 'Fine Arts'. Sometimes one of our children walked in on us but, just like my own parents did long ago, we hugged them and explained what we were doing, and that was enough. Finding the slavegirls in our bed was no problem -- our kids adored the slavegirls (and vice versa). One girl in particular, Wenche from Norway, became the kids' favourite -- she was a walking treasure-trove of fantastic tales from the Norse mythology. Like before, our lives settled into a pleasant routine -- very satisfying to live in, but with little to tell about. The only special event worth mentioning, from the months between the girls' adoption and Bob's birthday party, is the naming of Linda's baby (Judy). Because 'Mistress Linda' had been their trainer -- and they soon saw through her stern facade -- all the slavegirls loved her and they felt that they had a special bond with the baby, who had shared their training in Linda's womb. Therefore, Bob and I took them to the sacred lake (with the Elders' permission). As always, we swam together in the lake and we were engaged in gentle lovemaking when Linda and Peo came with Judy a little later. The slavegirls witnessed the naming ceremony raptly, and then Judy passed from cuddling to cuddling (to her obvious delight). Thus, Judy became the only girl I know with *eleven* godmothers. (Naturally, I couldn't abstain from cuddling her myself.) *** One month before Bob's birthday, the preparations for the party moved into high gear and we all became very busy. The whole island started to buzz with excitement, and it soon became clear that this party would set a new record -- surpassing even our wedding party. Almost all the guests from abroad accepted their invitations -- I guess they had heard rumours of Paradise Island and wanted to see it for themselves -- and it became a major problem to lodge all of them. We had to use all available rooms in both the guesthouse and the manor house -- and even on the yacht. Both Louise and My hired extra servants -- and the slavegirls became very busy with their 'mundane' tasks too. I think it was Kayo (she was staying with us) who suggested that the original slavegirls should be present too -- I might be wrong, it was something that we all had been thinking about. Anyhow, the suggestion was accepted with acclamation but it increased the housing problem -- most of the 'girls' had families now and we were hard pressed to board another thirty-five people (counting their children). In the end, it turned out to be no problem at all -- all of the former slavegirls had many native friends, and these friends were eager to host the visitors in their homes. We 'old-timers' had a wonderful reunion; we borrowed 'our' camp, shed our clothes, and talked through the night. (To be honest, we did a few other things too.) One great idea led to another: why couldn't we participate in Bob's party -- as his slavegirls. It was a wonderful idea and my pussy became wet in anticipation of the guests' reaction when I paraded naked in front of them. However, I was Mrs. Shane now -- and I couldn't do anything like that, or could I? I discussed the idea with Bob the next day -- and my darling gave me a 'carte blanche'. He told me that he preferred my birthday suit over all my other garments, and that it wasn't a secret how we met. I could be both Mrs. Shane, his graceful lady, before and after the party -- and his naked slavegirl at the party itself. *** The party started half-an-hour before sunset and Bob (in his regal finery) had hardly started to welcome his guests when Linda interrupted him. She walked up right in front of him and told him that something was missing. Then, she removed her dress with a flourish -- she wore nothing else -- threw it aside, and knelt before him. We others did the same -- one by one, we took off our clothes, walked up to Bob, and knelt beside Linda. When I took off my elegant gown and joined the others, as next to the last, there was a buzz of amazed whispers in the crowd (almost causing me to loose control and climax on the spot). Finally, Louise joined us as the tenth, and last, naked woman, kneeling in front of Bob. This time, Bob was not taken by surprise (we had briefed him). He gazed at us for a moment, and then he told us that he accepted our service and adopted us as his slavegirls until midnight. "Thank, you Master!" we said in chorus. Then, he turned to his guests and explained the significance of our act, with us still kneeling in front of him. Finally, he told us to join the other slavegirls. During the feast, I sat at Bob's side and fed him, as was my wont. The other slavegirls -- both the new and the old-timers -- were seated throughout the assembled guests, and I saw that each became a centrepiece, plied with curious questions. We had hardly finished eating when it became midnight. Bob rose from his seat and called for attention. Then, he freed his slaves, new and old, saying that our service ended at midnight. As we had rehearsed, we old-timers rose, collected our garments, put them on again, and returned to our seats. Tina brought ceremonial loincloths, of the type the villagers used when their children were initiated as adults, to the new slavegirls and they put them on. The feast continued for another hour or two ---- with coffee and drinks, but without slavegirls -- and then the guests started to leave. There was no orgy at the beach that night (at least I don't think so -- maybe the ex-slavegirls had a celebration of their own) but Bob and I had hardly retired to our bedroom before I thanked him 'in the proper way' for his indulgence with my whims. I loved him dearly, and I would always be his naked princess -- even though I did a Cinderella in reverse at the stroke of midnight this time. The following days many of Bob's guests -- and especially their wives -- wanted to talk with me before they returned home. They were full of questions about my time as slavegirl and they wondered if it wasn't terribly embarrassing to be naked in public like I was at the party. I answered, truthfully, that it had been somewhat embarrassing in the beginning -- but that I became used to it, and that it was exciting too. (I didn't say anything about my sexual arousal but I guess not so few of them noticed it.) Bob and I skinny-dipped with several of our guests -- a few of them were people I never thought would participate in anything like that. *** "Finally, all guests (and the freed slavegirls) returned home and the life on our island returned to normal. We all agreed that the party was a great success and that people were likely to talk about it for many years to come..." Ingrid concluded her tale and smiled at Jenny. "Thank you, Ingrid!" the girl exclaimed. "Your tales are so fun and exciting -- you must have had a great time *living* through this adventure." Ingrid smiled pensively at the girl; "Yes, it was a great time -- but it didn't stay that way. I'm afraid tomorrow's tale is a sad one -- but it is a necessary part..." Chapter 14 -- Farewell Bob Ingrid looked so sad when Jenny came the next afternoon, that the girl immediately lost her smile. "What's wrong, Ingrid?" she asked worriedly. Ingrid smiled wistfully and told her that the memories she was about to tell today still hurt. "As I told you, it's a sad tale today -- but it's an integral part of my life, and you deserve to hear it, Jenny", she said and bade Jenny to take a seat. *** Real life contains both good times and bad times -- both joy and sorrow. Up to this point, my life had been mostly joy (with a few brief exceptions). My first warning that this was about to change came eight months after Bob's birthday party. My mother sent an e-mail, telling me that they couldn't come on their planned visit -- Dad was not feeling well. A few weeks later, I got a new message, begging me to come home -- Dad was very ill and in the hospital. When I tried to call Mom, there was no answer. I was very worried and left for Sweden the next day in our jet. The flight took two days and I received a new message en route -- Dad had been moved to the oncologic clinic at the Sahlgrenska University Hospital in Gothenburg. This was very bad news, and I was sick with worry when I hurried to the hospital after landing. I was met by Lars who immediately brought me to Dad -- and I was shocked by his condition. His face was ash-grey, he was breathing laboriously, and he appeared to be unconscious. Mom was sitting on a chair beside the bed; she looked up when I entered the room and I met her gaze -- a gaze full of sorrow and despair. Mom rose from her chair and embraced me. "Thank God! You're here in time, Ingrid!" she said, "I thought it would be too late. Quick! Talk with him -- he asked for you." I sat down and took Dad's cold hand in mine. "Hello, Dad..." I said with tears streaming down my cheeks. Dad opened his eyes and smiled at me. "Hello princess, don't be sad," he replied laboriously. Then he told me to say hello to Bob and the kids for him. He closed his eyes again and whispered, "Goodbye, Ingrid..." His breathing became shallower -- and then it stopped. I held his hand for a long while, feeling completely empty inside -- my beloved Dad was dead. Chris left the room and returned with the doctor who confirmed that Dad was dead. Chris took care of Mom and Lars took care of me. They led us from the room and to a waiting taxi that brought us to our hotel. Once in my room, my paralysis left me and I broke down in tears. Lars stayed with me and held me tight. "Cry, Ingrid, it helps", he told me. Finally, I calmed down a little and Lars gave me a sedative pill he had obtained from the doctor. "Take this, Ingrid", he said, "it will help you to sleep." *** The next day Chris and I returned to the hospital to talk with the doctor, while Lars stayed with Mom. Dr. Lindgren explained that it had been too late for surgery, already, when my father's pancreas cancer was discovered. He asked us for permission to do an autopsy; "I'm pretty sure what we will find -- but every case teaches us something new," he said. My first reaction was to refuse -- the thought of somebody cutting up Dad's body was unbearable. However, I changed my mind almost immediately. Dad was dead and it wouldn't hurt him -- and if the doctors learned something that would help them to help others, I knew that it would have pleased him. Chris and I looked at each other, and then we both agreed to the autopsy. I returned to the airport and told the crew of our jet what had happened and that I had too stay for several weeks in Sweden. Sue hugged me and told me to take my time -- they would return for me whenever I wanted them. She would send a message to Bob and tell him what had happened. *** I accompanied Mom and my siblings home. Chris drove us in his car but he had to leave the next day to work. Lars and I stayed and helped Mom with the myriad practical details that come as an unavoidable aftermath when somebody dies. Bob came to my father's funeral two weeks later. It was a quiet ceremony with only Mom and us children (with our spouses), our neighbours in By, and a few of Dad's workmates present. After the funeral, Bob and I stayed with Mom and helped her to move to Kil -- she neither could, nor wanted to, stay on the farm -- all alone. We managed to find a flat in Kil for Mom, and we put the farm up for sale. Olle and Kerstin were wonderful -- they helped us with the housecleaning and promised to take care of the animals. It was not easy to find a buyer of the isolated farm (the 'green wave' was long over) but a young couple bought it finally. They didn't intend to farm but they loved the surroundings, and their works permitted them to do most of it from home by telecommuting. When Bob and I left, four weeks later, Mom was established in her flat, and Olle and Kerstin had new neighbours. It felt strange and sad to leave Mom, knowing that my delightful childhood home no longer belonged to us, but life must go on... *** We returned to Paradise Island and continued our quit home life. My loss weighed heavily on my mood the first time, but Bob consoled me and I had to take care of our children -- they were also sad with the loss of their grandfather. I gradually overcame the worst of my sorrow -- and life went on. *** However, the forerunner of our next disaster struck less than a year later. We had just celebrated Anne's initiation as an adult -- she reached her menarche a few months short of her 12th birthday and came running to me, shouting with joy. (I hardly ever saw her naked again after her initiation). The same night Bob and I held our private celebration in bed -- but Bob suddenly stopped fucking me and became pale. "What's the matter, darling?" I asked worriedly and he told me that he had pain in his chest. In a little while, his pain abated and we fell asleep. The next morning Bob was OK again -- he woke me 'the best way' and we continued our interrupted celebration. However, Bob's pain came back -- he managed to hide it from me for a time, but he couldn't hide it for long and I convinced him to see Peter. The ECG confirmed my fears -- Bob had coronary heart disease and there were signs of a recent infarction. Peter told him, firmly, to take it easy and to go to a specialist for an examination. 'Take it easy' included no sex before the examination -- but that was the least of my worries. *** The next weeks were filled with, not only one but several, examinations for Bob. I accompanied him, and I got my fill of hospital waiting rooms for a lifetime. Bob's condition was worse than we feared, and he was scheduled for coronary bypass surgery immediately. The operation went well and Bob recovered nicely. Two weeks later, he was released from the hospital and we went back to Paradise Island. The following months Bob recovered completely -- and his chest pain was gone. Bob went to regular controls, both by Peter and twice by the specialists. Everything seemed well -- Bob was free of his pain -- and our sexlife became active again. *** Alas, Bob didn't stay well. Eight months later, he got another heart infarction -- and it was worse than the previous one. He was out fishing with his native friends, something he learned to love on our honeymoon, when he suddenly fell unconscious. The others rushed him to the medical clinic, and Peter saved his life (he had obtained new equipment and drugs after the first incident). Bob was slow to recover and it took several days before Peter judged that it was safe to transport him to the hospital. I accompanied him and stayed with him for nearly one month before he was released again from the hospital. The second infarction was massive, and Bob was a marked man after it -- he never regained his health again. The specialists we consulted recommended heart transplantation but Bob was in too bad condition to undergo major surgery. We could only pray and hope that he would improve enough for the surgeons to be willing to operate. It was terrible to see my strong and valiant prince waste away like this. Naturally, there were no thoughts of any sexlife -- I became his nurse and had to help him with the simplest things. Gradually, we came to understand that Bob wouldn't make it. *** Bob spent his last months in life writing his will (when he was well enough) and his most trusted lawyer stayed with us for two weeks going over it with him. Bob feared (with good reason, as I would see) that his relatives would contest his will. The last morning, Bob told me to get our children and Lisa for a last farewell. We assembled around his bed and Bob did his best to cheer us up. He was not in pain, and he was in a good mood -- but we all knew, even Jenny who was eight, that this was the end. One hour later it was over. Like my father, Bob simply closed his eyes and stopped breathing -- and I was filled with the same terrible emptiness. We sat, wordlessly, around Bob's bed for a long time -- feeling the comfort of each other's presence. Finally, Jenny broke the silence; "Is Daddy in Heaven now?" she asked. Lisa answered that she was certain that Bob went directly to Heaven -- he was such a good man. *** All arrangements for Bob's funeral had been made in advance and it was, therefore, only three days before I and my children left for Bob's hometown, Boston, where the ceremony would be held. I had tried to explain the difference in customs to the children but I cannot deny that I was nervous that they would make a social blunder. This was the first time they would meet Bob's parents, and I knew that there was some schism between them and Bob. He had never mentioned any details to me, but I had met his parents once and they were coldly polite to both me and Bob. It would turn out that my fears were ungrounded -- the kids behaved exemplarily and charmed Bob's parents. Mr. Shane was often seen with Jenny on his lap, telling her stories about what Bob did when he was a boy, and my two boys listened raptly too. Anne (14) and even Undine (13) were perfect little ladies. They sat quietly with Mrs. Shane and me, conversing politely. It seemed to me that whatever the cause of the schism was, Bob's parents were prepared to forget and forgive -- not wanting to let it spill over on us. However, that was not the case with Bob's sisters. The elder sister was coldly polite, and the younger sister was not even that -- she called me a whore and a gold-digger in front of my children, and she studiously refused to talk with me thereafter. Her husband looked embarrassed but he didn't speak up against it. Bob's mother took me aside later and apologized for her daughters' behaviour. She explained that they felt neglected by Bob who hadn't shared his wealth with them. I knew that it wasn't true -- Bob told me once that he had given both his sisters substantial sums, but they obviously wanted more. It was with a great relief I left Boston after the funeral. I was warmed by the kindness of Bob's parents -- but I wouldn't miss his siblings and hoped that I wouldn't have to meet them again. *** I met them again -- in court three weeks later. Just as Bob feared, they contested his will -- he had tried to forestall that by adding a clause that gave them ten millions each if they accepted it (and not a cent if they objected). However, they (and their lawyers) wanted Bob's entire fortune -- with no regard at all for me or Bob's children. And, needless to say, with no regard at all to my feelings for Bob or the fact that I was his recent widow after sixteen years' marriage. Bob's lawyer (now mine) called me and told the bad news -- and I had to return to Boston for the law-suit. It was, by far, the most unpleasant experience in my whole life. It soon became obvious that that the tactics of the complainants was to soil my reputation completely -- and to brand me as a whore and a gold-digger. Nothing was beneath them: they dug out nude photos of me from my model career and presented them as evidence of my bad character; they found a witness to our wedding who gave a very biased testimony (one of Bob's business contacts, who had been promised a share of the fortune, as we found out later); they even claimed that Bob wasn't the father of my children and demanded that DNA-tests should be made to prove it. The press had a field day, and somebody obviously leaked information to them. I'm sure that they would have loved to use tar-and-feathers, or burn me on the stake, if it had been possible. However, they went too far and the judge warned their lawyers several times for contempt of the court -- and his verdict went totally against them. The judge told me later the he was ashamed that such a farce of a court case could occur in his court -- and that he admired my self-restraint in answering the questions. I answered, truthfully, that I was severely tempted to punch the nose of one or the other of the complainants at several occasions during the trial. The judge replied (with a chuckle) that it was a good thing that I didn't do that -- but that he understood my sentiment. I left Boston with a sour taste in my mouth and I couldn't feel sorry for Bob's sisters who didn't get a cent (and probably were indebted to their ears with the fees to their lawyers). They could have bagged a nice sum of money (that they didn't deserve) but they stretched their greedy hands for more -- and lost it all. My only regret was that the scandal alienated me and my children from Bob's parents. They had not participated in the law-suit, and I was meticulous to make certain that they got the full sum ordained for them in Bob's will, but they believed the lies about my character -- and that poisoned our relation. *** "I never heard anything from Bob's sisters again -- obviously they couldn't afford to appeal to a higher court," Ingrid concluded. Jenny embraced Ingrid and thanked her sincerely. "I know that it was hard for you to tell me this tale, Ingrid, but I'm happy you did," she said. "...And I'm shocked how they treated you at the trial -- how could they?" she asked incredulously. "It was all about money," Ingrid replied with a sad smile. "Enough money to live your life in comfort is a good thing -- but a large fortune, such as Bob's, is a mixed blessing that can set people against each other -- and it doesn't buy you happiness. I know that Bob was sad about the schism in his family, and I would gladly have given Bob's sisters every cent of his fortune -- if that had restored Bob to life." Chapter 15 -- Life must go on... When Jenny returned the next day, Ingrid was her 'old self' again and she joked with the girl the today's tale would be boring little details from a housewife's life. Jenny replied that she didn't care -- she was determined to hold Ingrid to her promise. "I find all your tales fascinating, Granny -- and I won't let you renege on our deal -- no matter what," she said. Ingrid chuckled and began her tale... *** I returned to Paradise Island -- and I was devastated by my loss of Bob and my awful experience at the trial. However, I had wonderful friends, particularly Linda and Lisa, who helped me to get over the worst period. It's a truism that 'time heals all wounds' -- it might be true in a general sense but it doesn't help a person in the middle of her sorrow. However, good friends certainly helped a lot, and comforting my children helped me to comfort myself too. After two months, the worst phase was over -- I still felt the loss of my husband keenly, and I think I always will, but the acute sense of helplessness subsided and I could start doing all that had to be done again. *** One of the first things I did was to arrange a memorial ceremony for Bob. According to his will, his ashes were brought back to his beloved Paradise Island and he would be put to his last rest there. This was another bone of contention with Bob's family -- his parents wanted him buried in Boston. However, I had little to do with this -- it was handled by my lawyer. Bob's will was very clear and it prevailed in the end -- the crew of our jet went alone to Boston and they brought the urn with Bob's remains back home. The ceremony was in two parts -- one public and one private. The public part was held in the usual place and it was followed by a luau. It may sound strange to arrange a party (with food, drinks, songs, and dance) when somebody is dead, but it was strangely appropriate. I'm certain that Bob would have appreciated it -- and in its own way, the whole ceremony was as moving (and far more sincere) than Bob's official funeral in Boston. Almost all inhabitants on the island were assembled and Lisa held a wonderful speech in Bob's memory. A lot of people, both his staff and our native friends cried openly. But many were smiling afterwards, and they told anecdotes from Bob's appearance on the island -- how he turned it upside-down with his grandiose project. I felt the warm support from all the assembled people, and the children felt it too -- I think Undine's words describes our feelings best. "Mom," she said, "I'm very sad that Dad is dead but I'm glad too -- glad that he had so many friends who loved him, and who love us." The private part of the ceremony was held at the Mother Goddess' lake and it was even more moving. I went there directly after the end of the public ceremony, accompanied by my children and one of the Elders and carrying the urn with Bob's ashes. The Elder opened the urn I was holding and sprinkled a small amount of its content into the lake, intoning an invocation in the native language. Then, he took a small amount of water from the lake in his cupped hand and poured it into the urn with another invocation. Finally, he closed the urn again. (He had explained this part of the ceremony to us earlier -- it symbolized Bob's return to the Goddess and his eventual rebirth.) After this part of the ceremony, it was my task to bring Bob's urn to its final rest -- a cave close to the sacred lake. I walked alone on a narrow path behind a waterfall that fell into the lake to the opening of the cave. This opening was so low that I had to enter the cave on my hands and knees, pushing the urn before me. Inside the cave, there was room to stand and I walked a few steps to a shelf where I put the urn. I stayed in the cave for a few moments, feeling a serene calm, and then I returned the same way. The ceremony was concluded with a swim in the lake, as usual, and most of my remaining sorrow was washed away -- I still missed Bob keenly, but I felt that he was in good hands -- he had returned home. The children felt the same and Jenny even laughed joyfully when we left the lake. *** Another large task was to look over Bob's various businesses and decide what to keep and what to trade. Lisa and Linda did most of this job, but I was Bob's widow and heir and I had to make the final decisions. As I told you earlier, Bob sold his computer company before he began building Paradise Island. However, he kept a keen interest in computer development and he was involved, as consultant and often partner, in more than a dozen ventures. Most of this had to go -- neither of us had Bob's skill and genius. The best solution was usually to sell Bob's share of the venture to the other partners, but I remained 'silent partner' in a few -- among them was Lars' small firm for wireless data communication. Most of the capital that was released was placed in secure bonds or gold in Swiss banks. (The financial climate in the US had deteriorated to the point of making investments there uncertain -- more about that later). I made one new investment -- I became partner in my brother Chris' space-exploration venture too. This was mostly for sentimental reasons (my pet project if you want to be cynical). Chris and I shared a fascination in space-travel and we devoured various science fiction stories when we were younger. Chris had many ideas how to make space-travel a commercial reality, but they were rather 'far out' and the chance of success in anybody's opinion (including mine) was minimal. However, in the end, it was my involvement in Chris' project that became our salvation -- without it, X-57 would never have become a reality. Lisa retired when we were finished with this task and Linda became CEO of Paradise Island, Inc. "Life is strange, Ingrid", she commented to me a few days later. "We started our lives on Paradise Island as slavegirls -- and now we are running it." *** My third, and most important, task was to be the mother of my children, trying to fill the gap left by Bob. Loosing their father was a severe shock for them -- and they all reacted differently. Jenny was the most resilient -- she was certain that Daddy was in Heaven, and after the memorial ceremony she believed that the Mother Goddess took good care of him too. Thus, Jenny didn't grieve much and she soon was as happy as before the tragedy. Anne and, particularly, Bob Jr. had a harder time to adjust -- they blamed themselves (and me) for their fathers' death. Anne started to say that she hated me and Paradise Island -- and she wanted to leave the island (and me) at once. Bob Jr. didn't say much -- but he became sullen and rebellious and I think that his puberty became much worse than it would have been otherwise. My remaining two children reacted in a similar way -- they searched distraction in their interest -- but the result was nearly diametrically opposite. Undine became even wilder than before -- she wowed never to wear clothes again, she stayed away with her male friends for days in a row, and she had wild sex with them. Fortunately, I had 'put her on the pill' (i.e. a contraceptive implant) a short time before Bob's death and it would keep her safe from pregnancies another year or two. Chris, on the other hand, buried himself in his books to a degree that made me worried. It couldn't be healthy for a young boy (he was ten when Bob died) to stay indoors for days in a row. *** As I'm sure you can imagine, Jenny, my children kept my busy in their different ways, and I was often at loss what to do. However, the daily routines gradually re-established themselves. The younger kids went back to school and Anne got her wish -- she left the island together with her friend Nancy. Linda wanted her daughter to go to highschool and college in California and Linda's parents agreed to take care of Nancy. Anne was younger, but she was bright and we decided to let her accompany her friend. This gave Anne something to look forward to -- her sullenness evaporated and it was replaced with an eager anticipation. Our schoolmistress tutored both girls for three months to prepare them for highschool, and then they left for California. Anne sent me regular e-mails -- and it was obvious that she was euphoric with her new life. Both girls returned home several times the following years, and each time Anne was bubbling over with enthusiasm with her life in California -- the cheerleader squad she belonged to, her dates with boyfriends etc., etc. (Anne stayed in California after college and she married one of her boyfriends.) Bob Jr. left Paradise Island one year after his sister. He was only thirteen but his puberty rebellion was in full bloom. Lars and his wife (Monica) took care of him -- they lived in Stockholm and Bob Jr. went to school there. He had a hard time in the beginning before he learned Swedish but he too loved his new life. Chris joined him one year later and he was satisfied too. (Both my sons became civil engineers and they married Swedish girls) Undine stayed with me on Paradise Island. She had no thoughts of higher studies, and she couldn't leave Paradise Island without wearing clothes. She was true to her wow never to do that again, and she used the depilatory cream to keep her pussy smooth. When she turned sixteen, she begged me to let her go to the nameless island where she wanted to live 'as one with Nature'. I accompanied her to the nameless island and introduced her to my friends. When I left her after a week, I was certain that Undine would 'go native', marry a native boy, and stay on the nameless island to raise her family. (However, I was wrong as you will hear later) Finally, Jenny stayed with me too. In her own way, she loved the life on our island, and being naked, as much as Undine. She didn't make a production of it, however. She remained naked until she reached her menarche, and then she wore clothes when appropriate. She took the tests for a highschool diploma, and then she became a distance student at Berkeley. A few years later she graduated (Master of Arts) without leaving our island. *** The first year after Bob's death, I had very little interest in sex -- when my pussy demanded attention, I masturbated, of course, but I didn't have sex with either men or women during this period. However, I remained a slut and the urge was still there. Linda became my first lover after my abstinence; we made love regularly, and after a few weeks she shared Peo with me. It was wonderful to be filled with a man's cock again, and I think our gentle 'mnage trois' helped me surmount my loss of Bob as much as anything else did. My sexlife returned gradually to my normal level (high that is) and some of my visitors became my lovers. Jan and Lena visited me several times with their children and we revived our relation from the nurse school. Ruth and her husband were also welcome guests, and neither of them was hesitant to include me in their lovemaking. However, one guest that I dearly wanted to see on Paradise Island, and in my bed, didn't show up. Karin moved somewhere and she didn't leave a forward address. I still don't know why she didn't contact me, or what happened to her -- the last time I saw her (shortly before my father's death) we separated as friends and we promised to keep in touch. Four years after Bob's death I remarried -- to Brad. He became a widower when his Anne died of cancer, and he was devastated. At first, my only intention was to console him -- I had always liked Brad, and to see him suffering so much from his loss was upsetting. Thus, I took him to my bed -- and to our surprise it worked better than expected. We fell in love -- maybe not as intensively as with our first spouses, but the passion was still more than enough. We married in a quiet ceremony according to the local custom and Brad moved in with me. *** "Thus, four years after the death of Bob, I had a new husband -- and Jenny had a new father. A new serenity entered our lives and we were, once more, happy with our lot on Paradise Island. However, one worry remained -- Undine. However, it's getting late and Undine's story is a long one that we must spare until tomorrow," Ingrid concluded her tale. Jenny, for once, didn't have any comment when she thanked Ingrid for the tale and said goodbye -- she looked almost absentminded when she donned her wings and flew away. Ingrid didn't comment but she wondered about the cause of the girl's distraction. Chapter 16 -- Me, a Grandmother? The next day, Ingrid asked Jenny about it and the girl became pensive. "...It's really nothing. It's just that I started to realize how much you have experienced -- and how little I have done with my life..." she said timidly. Ingrid smiled kindly at Jenny and told her not to worry too much. "You are still very young, Jenny -- you have a long life ahead of you, and no one knows where fate will lead you," she told the girl who smiled uncertainly. They sat together in silence for a while, and then Jenny's face lit up with her usual grin. "Enough talk about me," she declared. "Let's go on with your tale instead -- you promised to tell me about Undine today." Ingrid nodded and began her tale... *** Undine went to the nameless island when she was sixteen -- she wanted to be naked and go back to Nature, and this island allowed her to do just that. I gave her a satellite phone and a solar recharger when I left her on the island, and she promised to stay in touch and call me if she needed anything. For the first year, she called sporadically and told me that everything was fine, but now it was more than a year since she called me the last time and I was worried. Brad suggested that we should go to the island and visit my daughter -- the trip would serve as a honeymoon for us too. It was a very good idea but there were several practical details to take care of first. Thus, nearly one month passed before we could set out with M/s Dreamscape. Both Jenny and Brad's son Paul accompanied us -- they refused to stay home -- and I thought that the trip was more like a family picnic than a honeymoon. Nevertheless, it was a very nice trip. We shed our clothes as soon as the yacht left its harbour and, like before, the crew shared our nudity. I briefed Brad and the youngsters (Paul was nineteen and Jenny was seventeen) about the customs on nameless island. As a practical demonstration, I made love to Brad on the deck with Paul and Jenny watching -- and then we switched. The crew participated too, and the whole yacht came in a festal mood. *** We arrived at the island and Jenny swam ashore. We others followed in the dinghy and I was welcomed with flower garlands and embraces from *both* my daughters. Undine was not in trouble at all -- the phone simply went dead shortly after her last call, and then she had no way to contact me. To my surprise, she had not become pregnant -- she refused to renew her implant before leaving Paradise Island -- and she had not yet settled down with one of the local young men. Of course, she had sex with all of them, but her female friends had shown her how to use a local contraceptive herb. We stayed with Undine in her hut for nearly two weeks and we talked a lot. Jenny was charmed by the local life-style and she made quite a splash in the orgies (she had an active implant). However, Undine became charmed by Paul instead -- and I think he was the decisive factor that convinced her to return home with us. Thus, all of us returned to Paradise Island. I was beginning to fear that my daughters would switch places. Jenny had such a good time on the nameless island, but she had a boyfriend to return to and that was her decisive factor. Undine surprised me when we prepared to leave the yacht -- she donned a loincloth, borrowed from Jenny (who was still naked). My elder daughter laughed cordially at my astonished mien and said that she had risen above her fixation with nudity. "That was a teenage rebellion, Mom", she declared. "I'm older now, and hopefully a little wiser. I will use clothes when necessary -- but I will remain naked as much as I can too," she concluded with a giggle, tore off the loincloth with a flourish, and threw it to Jenny who caught it neatly. Thus, Undine wore the same attire (a smile) when she stepped ashore on Paradise Island, as when she left it. "It's a matter of principles, Mom", she giggled. Undine moved in with us and it felt wonderful to have her back. Her years on nameless island had matured her and she was a delight to have in the family. As she had told me, she made no fuss about clothes -- but she still loved to be naked. That was, needless to say, no problem -- Undine could use her birthday suit as 'casual wear' just like Jenny and I did. Paul and Undine became engaged shortly after our return; their marriage would be regarded as incest according to the legalistic view in many places. However, this aspect was totally irrelevant in our opinion. We saw no problems whatsoever -- they were not genetically related and siblings only by Brad's and my marriage. (Moreover, our marriage wasn't even official outside our island -- we were married in our hearts, and that was enough.) *** Four months later, Undine married Paul. It was easy to see that she was pregnant. The wedding ceremony was according to the local custom at the sacred lake, which meant that bride, groom, officiating Elder, and all spectators were stark naked -- and Undine's belly definitely formed a small but visible bulge. I don't remember if I told you this before, Jenny, but that was the requirement at the lake -- clothes, or anything else you weren't born with, were strictly forbidden there, and this rule had no exceptions (it was one of the very few taboos on the island). Undine tested pregnant shortly after her return to Paradise Island, and she was certain that her baby was made on the nameless island. *** Jenny tittered and Ingrid paused and smiled at the girl. "There you have another exotic locale for baby-making -- and this time we are talking about your Dad, Jenny," she chuckled and continued her tale... *** Brad gave the newlyweds his bungalow as a wedding gift and the young couple moved in there. Meanwhile, Jenny's relation with her boyfriend (My's son Gus) was heating up, and I guessed that she would soon follow her sister in marriage. Gus was six years older than Jenny but they loved each other, and who were I to complain -- Bob was *sixteen* years older than me when we married. I was trying to get used to the thought that I was about to become a grandmother -- one of my daughters was married and pregnant already, and the other was soon to follow. (Anne was engaged but she and her fianc had not set the date for their wedding yet -- and if they had plans for children, I hadn't heard anything about them. It seemed likely that they would wait a few years for Alex to finish his Ph.D. first.) Peter arrived on schedule -- four and a half months after the wedding. As expected, this event only increased Jenny's determination to become a married woman and a mother too. She had her implant removed and when she married Gus, eight months later; it was evident that she became pregnant very shortly thereafter. If Undine's belly formed a bulge at her wedding, Jenny's was *huge*. Her daughter (Eve) was born less than two months after the wedding. *** We settled down and I grew used to my new role. Like all grandmothers, I used my privilege to spoil my grandchildren shamelessly. Both Peter and Eve were little angels and I couldn't understand at all when my daughters complained about their behaviour. Jenny became pregnant again with Sam and Undine got another son (Bill) four months later. Our house and garden became filled with naked little savages again and our lives became as fulfilling as when my children were small. I still missed my first husband but I found a very good replacement in Brad, and I used all my skills in 'The Fine Art of Pleasing Men' to keep him satisfied with me. Brad and I had a very active sexlife but we decided to be content with our role as grandparents. Thus, I wore a contraceptive implant until I reached my menopause. Our lives the following years were very pleasant, but like before, there is little to tell about this pleasant period. At first, we still had many visitors -- but they were almost exclusively in the 'causal skin' category. The disengagement of most of Bob's business ventures meant that we had few business visitors -- and I had few reasons to leave our island on business. Later, the collapse of air travel meant that we had few visitors of any kind and, finally, I had to 'ground' our jet too -- the fuel simply became too expensive and it became difficult to obtain the necessary spare parts. *** "The world was falling apart around us, while we lived our lives in complacent peace on our island. But that must be the theme for tomorrow's tale," Ingrid concluded. Jenny thanked her and said goodbye -- and Ingrid sat long in her coach, thinking back on that time, and on the dramatic events to come... <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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