Message-ID: <46605asstr$1076584204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <000401c3f0da$900b43e0$b15c413e@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: Wed, 11 Feb 2004 20:58:41 +0100 Subject: {ASSM} rp: Paradise Island - The Adventures of a Slavegirl [2/3] {Madsen} Lines: 2064 Date: Thu, 12 Feb 2004 06:10:04 -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: dennyw, IceAltar <1st attachment, "Paradise Island 2.doc" begin> Paradise Island The Adventures of a Slave Girl By Kjell Madsen, (c) 1999, 2004 Shortened Preface This is part 2 of 3 Caveats: 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: MF, FF+, M+F+, Fdom, rom, slow, caution These are the general codes that I think best describe the story as a whole. I put in caution because there are elements in various chapters that, technically, deserve harsher codes. However, these elements are not a main theme of my story. See chapter breakdown in full preface for additional codes. 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 (c) 1999, 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. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and the characters are fictional. Any similarity to real people, living or dead, is entirely accidental. Places and events that serve as backgrounds to the story are modelled on their 'real' counterparts and I have strived to keep them as close to the original as possible. However, I have not hesitated to use my 'poetic license' to change them, as required by my story. In particular, the island Rarotonga has nothing to do with the island with the same name in the Cook's Islands group -- my fictional Rarotonga is a part of Kosrae in the Micronesian federation. English is not my native tongue and I have probably made several silly spelling and grammatical errors. Please, tell me if you find any errors that upset you. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse all the actions of his characters (and wholeheartedly disagrees with some of them). Naturally, this story occurs in a world without sexually transmitted diseases and other ugly facts of 'the real world'. Chapter 7 -- Linda's Errand Linda hardly believed hear ears; their Mistress was begging them of forgiveness. She couldn't keep quiet. "Mistress, may I speak?" she asked? "Yes Linda, you may speak. Unless I tell you otherwise, from now on you may ALL speak without asking for my permission. This is one rule we must change. From now on, speak freely if you have a question or if you want to tell me something, unless I have ordered you to be quiet." "There is no need for you to apologize to us, Mistress," Linda said and continued, "when you explained to us why you had to punish Ruth so hard, I realized that you cared for us -- yes, loved us. And that you did what you were doing to help us to be able to satisfy Bob's demands on us. I agree; we DO need your training to be able to fulfil our contract, and I deeply respect you and your skill and compassion. I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we really appreciate you. Love is a strong word -- but yes, we love you, Mistress." There was a murmur of agreement from the other girls and even Ruth nodded her head. Mona looked gratefully at them and her voice was thick with emotion when she answered. "Thank you Linda. Yes I DO love you -- I love all of you. You have understood my motives perfectly. I try to give you enough knowledge and confidence in the slavegirl role for you to be able to satisfy Bob and to fulfil your contracts. I will try to explain my reasons better in the future." "I think such explanations are needed now, and we need to adjust your training program somewhat," she continued. "We need a long discussion but someone has to tell Dr. Cardin. Linda, you seem to understand my motives best, and you don't need an explanation right now. Go to the medical clinic and tell him that we are coming tomorrow instead." "Come, let's go home!" Mona told the others. With that the Mistress turned around and walked towards their camp and the others followed her. Linda stood long, looking after them. She had guessed right; she understood her Mistress' motives. At length, she resumed her walk toward the village with a new sense of responsibility. *** When she had walked for about twenty minutes, the first houses appeared around a corner. Linda stopped for a moment and reflected that now she was doing the very thing that had almost caused her to panic the first day. She was about to walk, stark naked with hairless pussy and a crew cut, straight to the center of the village where the medical clinic was situated. At that time, the thought of doing something like that had been utter terror. Now, she felt only a mild apprehension. How well she had become accustomed to her slavegirl role in only a few days. Was it really only six days ago she had met her Mistress for the first time? -- It seemed like an eternity. Linda followed the path between the new houses and a few villagers saw her and looked curiously at the young, naked woman, who walked through their village in broad daylight. She had very short, blond hair and she was tanned all over with no tan-lines; even her pussy had the same colour as the rest of her body because she had no hair on it. However, the strange woman didn't pause or acknowledge them. Linda walked briskly along the path, looking straight in front of her, just like she had learnt that a slavegirl with an errand should do. Of course, she didn't attempt to cover herself with her hands. "I'm a slavegirl, I don't have any use for modesty," she thought. In another ten minutes she reached the clinic, entered, and went to the doctor's office. Dr. Peter Cardin knew about Bob's slavegirls, of course, and he had become used to the near nudity of the natives during his months on Rarotonga. Nevertheless, he was surprised to find a naked white girl who calmly entered his office to stand before him with her legs wide apart and her hands behind her back. She was utterly naked; all details of her hairless pussy were clearly visible. Peter noted that her labia minora were blood-filled and he could see her prominent (erect?) clitoris and moist vaginal opening. The young woman made no attempt to speak, and Peter remembered that this was the way slavegirls were expected to behave, so he asked her who she was and what she wanted. "Sir, I'm Linda," she answered (slavegirls didn't have any use for family names either), "and I have a message to you from my Mistress" "Please give me her message, Linda," he replied. "My Mistress asked me to tell you that the medical check-up has to be postponed," Linda answered, "We will come tomorrow if that is OK, Sir." "It's OK," Peter replied. "Tell your Mistress that you are welcome tomorrow." "Thank you Sir," Linda answered, curtsied, and left the office as calmly as she had come. Peter thought about the strange encounter; he was impressed by the girl's calm and polite ways. She was very beautiful and she had shown no signs embarrassment for her naked body -- and tomorrow there would be ten more like her at the clinic. Peter discovered that he had an erection... *** Linda walked leisurely back through the village. Now she had completed her Mistress' errand. True, the doctor had asked her to tell the Mistress that they were welcome tomorrow but that hardly counted as an 'errand'. Once she had rejoined the other girls, Mona would, no doubt, ask her what he had said. Until then, she was free to take her time and enjoy her walk, as long as she didn't dawdle unduly. So this time, Linda looked around, she paused when something interesting caught her eye, and she acknowledged the people who were watching her. When someone smiled at her, she smiled back. Many did smile at her and some, particularly the young men, showed their appreciation in other ways too. One of them drew his loincloth to the side and showed his erect penis. Linda smiled warmly at him; just a few days ago, she would have been very embarrassed by the man's gesture. Now, it made her feel beautiful and appreciated. A young girl, maybe eight or nine years old, ran up to her and asked, "Hello, why are you naked?" She was totally naked herself, according to the local custom. All native children were naked until they started to mature -- then they were initiated as adults and were given their first clothing. "Hello, Mam," Linda replied, stopping in front of the girl. "I'm a slavegirl and I'm naked because slavegirls don't have any clothes." The little girl's eyes became wide with surprise. "Oh! So you have to be naked all the time, just as we children do?" she giggled. "And your pussy is smooth too, just like mine," she continued, touching first Linda's mound then her own, "but I will grow hairs on mine soon." The girl straightened herself, smiled prettily at Linda, and said, "I'm Noola, what is your name and what is a slavegirl?" "I'm Linda, Mam," Linda replied, "and a slavegirl is a girl like me who has been hired by the man who bought this island. Do you know about him?" "Oh, you mean Bob, the funny man that the big girls tease by showing him their pussies. He had a lot of people come here, building our new houses and the school," Noola explained eagerly. "Yes Mam that's him," Linda laughed, "and he will be my Master when my training is over." "Training? What training?" "Our training as slavegirls, Mam. Right now I and ten other slavegirls are trained by our Mistress how to behave to please Bob." "Will you show him your pussy?" "Yes Mam, but not to tease him. He will be our Master and we must do as he says," Linda answered with a gentle smile. "Oh, Linda!" the girl exclaimed, "You answer all my questions and treat me like a big girl. Nobody else does. They all become tired of my questions and tell me to go away." Linda looked at Noola who was smiling but had tears in her eyes. Suddenly, she was filled with warm feelings. She bent down and picked up the girl who put her arms around Linda's neck. "I like you! You are so kind," Noola said and hugged Linda. "And I like you too Mam," Linda replied and hugged her back. "Why are you calling me 'Mam' all the time? I'm not your..." the inquisitive girl started to ask but at this moment an adult woman, obviously Noola's mother, joined them. "Noola! Stop pestering the lady!" she commanded, taking the girl from Linda, and putting her down. "She is not a lady, she is a slavegirl and her name is Linda, and she is naked because..." Noola started to protest. "NOOLA! Don't call the nice lady such names!" her mother commanded sternly. Noola shut up, looking imploringly at Linda for support. "Noola is right Mam," Linda told the mother. "I *am* a slavegirl, not a lady. Mr. Shane has hired me and ten other girls to be his slaves for four years." The woman's jaw dropped, "Then the rumours *are* true. Bob really *has* hired slaves -- but why would a young and beautiful woman like you accept such a disgraceful job." "Mam, I was shocked too when I first heard of Mr. Shane's proposal," Linda confessed, "but his offer is *very* generous. When I have finished this job I will be rich -- and I have other reasons..." "Oho!" the woman chuckled, smiling fondly at Linda, "I have heard a few other rumours." "Well, I wish you luck Linda, and I hope that Noola hasn't been bothering you too much. She is a lovely child but she drives me crazy with all her questions," she continued. "Not at all Mam. I enjoyed talking with Noola," Linda replied, "but now I must return to my Mistress." Noola gave Linda a final hug and then she left, eagerly updating her mother about all she had learnt. "She doesn't have any clothes at all, just like me -- and did you see, she doesn't have any hair on her pussy -- and she will show it to Bob but not to tease him like the other girls do -- and..." A small crowd of young men had gathered around Linda during her talk with Noola and her mother. Thanks to Noola's questions, the men thought they knew everything about Linda -- and they thought this was a golden opportunity for some fun. Their leader grabbed Linda's arm with one hand and fondled her naked breasts with the other. "So you are a slavegirl, Eh?" he said, looking lustfully at her naked body, "then you must obey me, and do all that I wish." "No Sir," Linda answered, "I must obey my Mistress, and later Mr. Shane." "Sir, please let me go!" she implored. "Ha!" he exclaimed, "you are naked and I'm stronger than you. You can hardly stop me." He grabbed Linda's buttocks, pressed her body close to his own, and kissed her hard on the mouth. Then he tore off his loincloth and she could feel his naked, rigid cock against her groin. "God! He will *rape* me!" Linda thought, "Please, let me go!" she repeated desperately. He paused for a moment but then he explored her slit with his hand, leering evilly at her. One of his fingers entered her love tunnel and his thumb rubbed her clit. "Your mouth says no, but your body says yes. You are wet, slavegirl," he laughed and the others joined him. Linda was frantic, "Please, Sir. Please don't rape me," she whimpered. "Down on your back, slut, and open your legs for me!" the man commanded, pushing Linda to the ground. "I will give you what you want..." An elder man who had heard the commotion saved Linda. "Umptole! STOP IT! Stop this atrocity immediately!" he shouted at the younger man who was kneeling above the supine Linda and was in the very act of entering her with his rigid cock. The newcomer grabbed Umptole's hair, tore him, forcefully, from Linda, and then he helped the terrified girl to rise. Linda clung desperately to her saviour and he looked pitifully at the terrified girl. "It's over now, poor girl", he told her in a soothing voice. "But I have only begun to deal with you, Scum!" he roared, glaring at the naked man who was cringing on the ground before him. "What were you thinking of, Umptole?" he continued in a lower, but still very angry voice. "Don't you know what we do to those who rape a woman -- and this woman belongs to Bob. Didn't you hear what she said?" "How long do you think *he* would let you keep that toy of yours if he learned that you raped one of his girls?" he asked sarcastically and pointed at Umptole's prick that was already deflating visibly, as if trying to hide. "I didn't rape her..." Umptole whimpered. "True, you didn't," he replied in a soft but furious voice, "but that was not due to any virtue of yours. If I had arrived five seconds later, you would have completed the act." "Get out of my sight!" he commanded. "The Elders will meet and decide your punishment. Go to your cabin and stay there until you are summoned." When Umptole reached out for his fallen loincloth, the other man put his foot on it. "No!" he commanded, "you will stay naked like the animal you have shown yourself to be. Stay naked until your case has been judged." And you," he continued, glaring at the other young men who were standing apprehensively in a close cluster. "I was the teacher at your initiation into manhood not so long ago," he said sternly, "I declared you men then, but I was wrong -- you are still little boys who don't dare to help a woman in trouble." "Give back your clothing little boys," he commanded them. They complied shamefully. True, they didn't have any shame for their naked bodies but this was humiliating -- they were treated like children again. The older man rubbed it in, "You have been very naughty, little boys," he said like a stern father, "you will be spanked later. Until then -- go and play!" When the subdued and remorseful young men had left them. The man brought the still crying Linda to a cabin and an old woman opened the door. "Come in dear girl, come in," she crooned. Linda was seated in a chair and, once her sobbing had subsided, the woman helped her to rinse off her tears and the dirt that smeared her body. Linda felt much better and started to ask questions; that was not proper slavegirl behaviour but she instinctively knew that her Mistress wouldn't mind -- she was in private, behind a closed door, and she had just been a hair's-breadth from rape. She was very polite to them, calling them 'Mam' and 'Sir', but she would have done that regardless of any slave-rules -- she was very grateful and felt a great respect for them. "I'm Gurangala" the man told her, "and this is my mother, Okura." "You are, of course, one of Bob's new girls but what is your name?" he asked her. "I'm Linda," she answered. "Linda!" he exclaimed, "are you the girl who my youngest son Peo loves?" Linda nodded, "Yes Sir, and I Love him of all my heart," she answered. Gurangala looked thoughtfully at her and, finally, he said, "You are very beautiful Linda -- Peo is a lucky man." "Umptole was also lucky," he continued musingly, "had I known whom he was raping, I would have castrated him there on the spot, and maybe killed him." "Will he really be castrated?" Linda asked in a trembling voice. "Maybe -- that's the customary punishment for rape," Gurangala replied, "but he didn't complete the act so the Council might be more lenient with him, especially if you can forgive him." *** At that moment, the door opened and Peo rushed in. "One of the slavegirls, it could be Linda, was molested in the village," he shouted, "and now she has disappeared. I have searched for her everywhere..." He was very upset and did not, at first, see the girl who was sitting quietly in a corner. But Linda did not sit still for long, once she recognized her lover. "Oh, Peo my Love! I love you! I LOVE YOU!" she cried and flew into his arms. They kissed and hugged, hugged and kissed, and laughed and cried. "Linda my Love, did they harm you?" he asked her anxiously. "No Peo my Love, I was attacked and scared badly but your father saved me before I was hurt." Peo looked gratefully at his father, "Thank you, father. My heart would have broken if she'd been harmed." "You are very welcome, son", Gurangala replied. "I heard her cries for help and stepped in. I would have done what I did for any woman in need, and now that I found out what a wonderful woman Linda is, I'm doubly happy for you my son. Take care of her, Son. Take good care of her." "Linda, you seem to have recovered. I think you've better return to your Mistress. She probably also wonders where you are." In the rush of events, Linda had completely forgotten about her Mistress. "How long have I been here in the cabin? More than an hour, surely," she thought. "I must hurry!" She hugged and thanked Peo's father and grandmother and started toward the door. "Peo," Gurangala said, "accompany Linda as far as you are allowed. She shouldn't go alone after this." Linda and Peo left the cabin together, walking along the path toward the girls' camp. He placed his arm protectively over Linda's shoulders, and he glared angrily at any young man who dared as much as look at her. "Peo!" Linda laughed at him; "I'm a slavegirl. My body is meant to be looked at -- it's OK for them to look." "If you say so, my Love. Look but not touch," he answered. "Look but not touch," she agreed, "except for you, my Love." "So you want me to touch you Linda?" he laughed and fondled her breasts. Linda's nipples became hard and her juices started to flow. "Please! Not here, Peo!" she panted. "I might become so hot that I try to rape you," she giggled. "It wouldn't be rape," Peo answered sincerely. "I'm far too willing. But maybe we should wait a little while longer, OK?" "OK Darling," Linda replied and they kissed long and hard. When they broke the kiss, Linda was very aroused. She had felt Peo's hard cock through his loincloth and was thinking of their first kiss on the beach and the events that had followed that kiss (was it really only one week ago?). She almost regretted that she hadn't torn off Peo's loincloth a moment ago and fucked him on the spot, like she did on the beach, but maybe that would have been too blatant even for the tolerant villagers. The other men who watched them looked enviously at Peo -- but they looked at her body too and smiled at her, and Linda smiled back at them. When they had left the village behind them, Linda put her hand under Peo's loincloth and squeezed his cock. "Look who is touching whom," he laughed. "Be careful Linda or I will shoot my load to no use," he panted. "Oh, that would never do," Linda giggled. "It is meant for me." They ran together, hand in hand, along the path and soon reached the bypath. A little way off the path, they came to the clump of bushes where Mona had thrown away Ruth's collar and Linda got a naughty idea. She searched in the bushes, found the dog collar, and put it on (without the leash). "My errand began with the release of a bitch," she told Peo and dropped down on all fours. "Now, I feel like a bitch in heat myself," she continued. "Fuck me! Fuck me like an animal! Fuck me like a bitch! Bow-wow!" she cried, wagging her imaginary tail like a happy dog. Peo stared in amazement at the girl on the ground but he did not hesitate long. He took of his loincloth, showing her his fully erect cock. It pointed almost straight up and the tip of it was dripping pre-cum. Then he fell to his knees behind her, entered her hot hole, and started to fuck her doggy style. Linda fucked without restraint; each of Peo's mighty thrusts she met with a counter-thrust of her own. She came once...twice...many times before Peo made a final thrust and came with a great cry. Linda could feel the throbbing cock and the spurts of semen deep within her welcoming vagina and she came again. To her amazement, Peo's cock remained rigid within her and Peo continued to fuck her at a slower pace for a while until they came together a final time. When it was over Linda felt completely drained. They lay huddled tightly together in silence for a long, long time. Finally, Peo kissed her lovingly said, "Farewell for now Linda. Soon this path enters the forbidden area and I cannot go further. I will wait for you until we meet again." "And I will wait for you. Farewell, my Love," Linda answered him. Peo rose, retrieved his loincloth, and returned toward the village. Chapter 8 -- Crisis Linda looked after him until he disappeared from sight and then she rose unsteadily to her feet, took off her collar and threw it back into the bush, and started to walk slowly toward their camp. She had only gone a short distance when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She stopped, turned around, and suddenly she was facing Mona. Linda was startled; she had not heard any movements behind her, but she collected her wits and assumed the First position in front of her Mistress. "Where have you been, Linda?" Mona asked. "You were away for a long time and I started to worry." "Forgive me Mistress," Linda begged, "I delivered your message but so much happened on my way back that I forgot..." She suddenly saw the collar and leash in Mona's hand. "Oh No!" she thought, "my Mistress is going to collar me." Mona noticed Linda's stare and laughed cordially. "Don't worry girl," she chuckled "I will not put a dog collar on you my dear -- even though you behaved like a really hot bitch a while ago. Who is the lucky young man?" "P...peo, Mist...tress," Linda stuttered, blushing furiously "I...L...Love him" "Peo, Boobo's youngest son?" Mona asked and Linda nodded. "He is a fine young man and I don't begrudge you your fun with him as long as you are discrete. But we cannot take you back to your friends looking and smelling like this. They would become green of envy" The Mistress pointed at Linda's pussy and she saw that Peo's cum still was oozing out of her. "Come, let's go to the beach first. You need a bath and so do I -- your performance made me hot." Linda accompanied her Mistress when she went to the beach a little way from their usual bathing place. "No need to disturb the other girls before we are ready," Mona commented. "They are busy, trying to assimilate what I told them earlier today." Linda entered the water and washed herself and she was surprised when Mona took off her dress. She was not wearing anything else, not even shoes and, yes; her pussy was as hairless as Linda's own was. In fact, with her perfect breasts, complete tan, and bald pussy, Mona looked exactly like a slavegirl. The only difference was that her red hair was longer than Linda's was. The Mistress smiled amusedly at Linda. "I can hear what you are thinking girl," she giggled, "I look like a slavegirl, don't you think so?" "Yes, Mistress -- I mean no, Mistress -- I don't know..." the bewildered Linda hesitated. Her Mistress *looked* exactly like a slavegirl -- *but*, in addition, Mona had an indescribable aura that definitely belied that she actually WAS a slavegirl. "You are wise Linda and see beneath the surface," Mona praised her. "I use to say that I could be stark naked, and that everyone would still recognize me as a Mistress, but that is an exaggeration." "Many people see only the surface," she added, caressing her naked body. "If I entered a BDSM club like this, most people would see a slave and treat me like a slave. My first two Masters were like that. The third saw beneath the surface, like you do, and he saw my true personality." "Yes Linda," she continued, looking at the astonished girl "I have been a slavegirl, Linda. I was a slave for several years. I understand you better than you think. I have been in your shoes. That is, barefoot and naked before my Master." Mona left the water and sat down on the beach under a tree. "Come Linda and sit beside me!" she commanded. "Sit beside me and tell me everything that happened on your errand." "Yes, she is still my Mistress. It doesn't matter that she is naked like me, she is still my Mistress," Linda thought and started to tell Mona everything she had experienced. When she told her about the doctor's reaction Mona giggled. "I'm sure you gave him a hard-on, dear, and tomorrow there will be eleven naked girls in his clinic. Poor Peter!" The Mistress smiled fondly at Linda's tale about Noola but her mien hardened when she heard of the rape attempt. Mona was silent for a long moment after Linda had finished her tale. She just drew the girl close to her, caressing Linda's short hair. Linda felt the warmth from her Mistress' body and another kind of warmth from her compassion. Finally, Mona said, "You managed well Linda. You managed to do your task very well. You were put to a test beyond your training and you managed -- but don't tell the others about Umptole yet. Later you will learn how to handle scum like him." She paused and then continued, "Come Linda, it's time to join the other girls." Mona retrieved her dress but didn't put it on; instead she used it as a wrapping around the dog collar and Linda understood why; the sight of it in the Mistress' hand would upset Ruth even more than it had upset her. Linda joined the other girls and she was harangued with a barrage of questions: "Where have you been so long Linda? Have you seen the Mistress, she has also been away for HOURS? How was it to walk through the village, you must have DIED of embarrassment? ..." The girls fell silent -- they had discovered their Mistress who had silently entered the hut and who was standing there, watching them with an amused smile. That smile was the only thing she wore, and the girls stared at her in wonder. Mona laughed at the bewildered girls and said kindly, "Linda and I had a bath and my dress was sweaty; besides in the exercise we will do soon, clothing is a nuisance." "But, Mistress, your pussy is hairless, just like ours," Betty exclaimed. "Yes it is," Mona answered. "As I told you earlier, I was a slave before I became a Mistress, and I had my hair permanently removed on my Master's orders." Marina looked worried, "Will Bob do that to us?" she asked. "No my dear," Mona answered, "that is a permanent change, and it's outlawed by the contract, just like tattooing and branding." "No such restrictions applied to my slavery," she continued and showed them a small scar on her left buttock. They could all see that it formed the letters 'LW' in a circle. "The initials of my dear second Master," she added wryly. They had supper together and Linda told the others an edited version of her tale. She kept it brief but they had many questions, and when she was finished the sun was already setting. "Wow!" Betty exclaimed. "You are cool, Linda. I would never have managed to answer Noola's questions like that. Calling her 'Mam' and all that..." "You won't need to," Mona replied. "This is one of the rules we will change. When you talk with a child that has not been initiated into adulthood, you don't need to use 'Mam' or 'Sir'. You will recognize these children easily enough, they are completely naked, just like you. You must still be polite to them, mind you, and you are not allowed to boss them." Mona paused for a moment and then she said, "Well, I think it's time for our exercise. Clear away the food and take a short dip, and then come back here." *** The girls reassembled around their Mistress and she told them that the purpose of the exercise was to learn how to please other women. "As you know, Bob hired you to fulfil his dream, and that means that you will primarily be his sex-slaves," she said. "However, you must also be prepared to serve the other people in his staff; and Bob's guests, both men and women." "Moreover," she continued, "there will be parties, and you will be a part of the entertainment on many of these parties -- doubtless by having sex with each other, among other things." "But I'm not Lesbian, Mistress," Nancy protested. Mona looked sternly at her. "Nancy!" she said, "nobody cares what your sexual preferences might be. You are a slavegirl and you will never be asked if you like it -- but you must DO it, all the same." "I know that this can be difficult," she continued in a kinder voice, "but Nancy, and all of you. You are all *able* to lick my pussy and do other things that please me. You may not like it, but you must do your best." She told the girls to choose a partner for the exercise. Ruth immediately turned to Ingrid and said, "Ingrid, please let me be your little pet" Ingrid smiled at her and nodded and the two girls hugged and kissed. The other girls, somewhat less eagerly, also asked each other to be partners, and soon ten of them were sitting in five pairs before their Mistress. However, Karin was alone; she had been mildly disappointed when Ruth chose Ingrid. She understood Ruth very well, Ingrid had saved her from her bitch-hood, but she didn't feel particularly close to any other girl than Ingrid. Mona looked at the single girl and said, "It seems that you and I have been left over. Let's be partners, Karin. I will use you to demonstrate what to do, and then you can do me a return favour." She told Karin to lie down on her back and the other girls to watch carefully. Then she began to tease Karin with her hands, her lips, and her tongue. Karin was soon breathing hard and she couldn't lie still. She squirmed like a worm and her sweat was pouring out, covering her entire naked body. Finally, Mona finished her off. She licked Karin's navel and continued down her stomach to her slit; her tongue entered the girl's vagina, and then Mona took the engorged clit in her mouth and sucked hard, scraping it with her teeth. Karin came, she came like she had never come before and her cries of ecstasy filled the air. Another light flick of Mona's tongue was enough to send Karin over the brink again -- and again. When the Mistress was finished, Karin had passed out from the power of her multiple orgasms. Mona looked at the unconscious girl with a tender smile and said to the other, "Now it's your turn, girls." They were not slow to obey and soon the sounds of heavy breathing and cries of joy filled the air again. Karin recovered during the other girls' practice. She looked at Mona and said in wonder, "Thank you Mistress. Thank you for my wonderful orgasms. I have never felt anything even close to this before." "You are very welcome," was the answer. "You will soon have the opportunity to do me a return favour." Mona waited for the five girls to reach their climaxes and calm down a little before she commanded them to switch. "Now it's time to do the return favours," she said to the recovering girls. "Lick your friends and make them come -- and you too Karin, lick my pussy and all of me." Karin and the other five girls started their work and soon their victims were panting and wriggling on the grass. Karin held her Mistress on the brink of orgasm for a long time and then bowed down with her face close to the steaming pussy, intending to lick it and give Mona her release. Suddenly, she stiffened and her face became a livid mask of rage. With and inarticulate cry of rage and despair she threw herself on top of the other woman and grabbed for her throat. Mona was so foggy from her arousal that it took her several seconds to realize that something was seriously wrong. That time was enough for Karin to plant herself firmly, sitting on Mona's stomach, and to get a rigid grip with both hands around her neck. Karin's, normally beautiful and serene, face was contorted into a grimace of pure hate. Mona tried to dislodge her grip but the Finnish girl was too strong. She tried to call out for help but her windpipe was blocked. Her struggles became weaker as she was beginning to loose her consciousness, and then they ceased and Mona lay still. Karin was still holding her vice-like grip, crying strange words, "Jag ska doda dig! Jag ska doda dig..." (I will kill you) *** Mona could have died that evening but the other girls saved her. Ingrid was the first to notice that something serious was amiss. She was busy licking Ruth's pussy when she heard Karin's strange cry. She thought nothing about it -- the air was full of cries. Then she heard the other girl's words, and she understood them. She looked up and saw that Karin was sitting on Mona with both hands on her neck. She called out and her confused friends rushed to help their Mistress. It took three of them to wrench Karin's hands from Mona's neck and to lift her away from the Mistress' body. Karin collapsed in a sobbing heap and a stream of Swedish words left her lips. Ingrid listened and became more and more horrified. "It isn't possible! It can't be possible! I cannot believe that such atrocities can be done to a child -- and by her own mother. Poor Karin!" she thought -- her face very pale and her mien one of utter loathing. Meanwhile, the other girls examined Mona and they were alarmed. Their Mistress was unconscious, her face was swollen, and she was not breathing. "I was a life-guard. I know what to do," Nancy cried. Under her care, Mona started to breathe again and regained consciousness. Nancy and Ruth helped their weak and confused Mistress to her hut. Nancy came back presently and told her worried friends that Mona was recovering but that she needed rest. "Ruth will take care of her," she said. *** Linda fell into the command in her Mistress' absence, because the other girls automatically obeyed her and were turning to her for advice. Ingrid was still holding Karin who had calmed down a little but was still shaking and sobbing. "She was abused as a child," Ingrid told Linda in a low and furious voice, "abused in ways I can hardly believe possible -- and by her *mother*. She seems to have repressed her memories but they came back when she felt the smell of Mona's pussy." "We need help," Linda concluded. "Who is willing to go to the village and tell Dr. Cardin?" They looked at her -- obviously they wanted her to decide. "Joe-Anne, you know the way. Go to My's house, that's closer, and tell her father. He will know what to do," she commanded. Joe-Anne jumped to obey. "Yes -- Linda", she replied and left, almost running. "She almost called me 'Mistress'," Linda mused. Their true Mistress returned after a while. She was still pale and was leaning on Ruth for support but when she spoke, her voice was firm. "Linda, have you found out what happened?" she asked quietly. "Yes Mistress," Linda replied. "Karin was abused as a child -- badly abused by her mother. She didn't remember any of it but it came back to her when she licked your pussy. Ingrid knows more but she is taking care of Karin." "I don't have time to hear any filthy details now. I must help the poor girl," Mona said vehemently. "Poor Karin, I must talk with her," she continued and turned to the two girls who sat huddled together a little distance from the others. "Karin, can you hear me?" she asked softly. Karin sat straight up as if hit by a thunderbolt. "You live! Thank God, you live! I thought I killed you!" she cried and then she collapsed in a new wave of sobbing and finally calmed down a little again. "Oh, Please! Please Mistress forgive me!" she sobbed. "I didn't mean to... I didn't but it all came back to me -- all the terrible things Mom had me to do. I just couldn't..." Karin broke down in a new torrent of sobs. Mona sat down beside Karin and hugged her; she silently motioned for Ingrid to leave them, which the other girl reluctantly did. "My dear girl," Mona crooned, "of course I forgive you. I have only heard a little of what you went through but I understand. It must have been terrible." "You are so kind," Karin sobbed, "but I don't think I can stay. Who knows what I will do next?" "I think the worst is over Karin, the abscess in your mind has been opened and now it can heal." Mona replied, "but I think you are right. You shouldn't stay on the island but seek professional help to handle your memories." *** A burly man came up to Mona, leading Joe-Anne with a firm grip on her arm. "I caught this girl of yours, trying to escape," he said, "and I'm bringing her back as we agreed. She spoke about an emergency, is that right?" Mona looked at the man and at Joe-Anne who looked scared, and then she smiled. "Release her Brog!" she said. "The girl is right. We had a crisis, a serious crisis, but it's over now. The girl tried to help me, not escape." "If you say so Mam," Brog answered, releasing his grip -- and Joe rubbed her arm furtively. "It is good that you came, Brog," Mona continued. "I will send two girls to the guesthouse. Escort them out of the forbidden area. I don't want any more false arrests tonight." She told Karin to go to the guesthouse and Ingrid to accompany her. "Ingrid, tell Johanna that I said that you can have your luggage back," Mona told her. "You may have too stay with Karin for a while and you are allowed to dress while you are staying with her if that feels better." "I'm a slavegirl, I don't have any use for clothes," Ingrid responded simply and her Mistress smiled proudly at her. When the two girls had left together with Brog, Mona stayed with the other girls and talked with them, and when it was time for sleep she lay down in the grass beside Linda. "Please hold me Linda," she said. "I don't want to be alone tonight." Linda hugged her Mistress and stroked her tense back, and Mona relaxed and fell asleep in her arms. Linda was thinking of all that had happened during this day, and of the new sides of her Mistress (and herself) she had discovered. "We are alike. We are very alike Mona and me..." she thought while falling asleep herself. Chapter 9 -- An Examination and a Trial When they had breakfast the next morning, a man walked toward their camp. He stopped a little distance away and looked around with a confused mien. Linda recognized Gurangala and went to meet him. "Good morning, Sir," she said. "Are you looking for someone?" "Oh, Good morning Linda," he replied. "Yes, I'm looking for your Mistress. Do you know where she is?" Mona giggled; she had been eating breakfast with the others and now she stood up. "I'm here Gurangala," she called. "Didn't you recognize me?" Gurangala looked at her in amazement. "But you are naked, Mona!" he exclaimed. "You are naked just like the girls. I saw you but I thought you were one of them." Mona made a little pirouette and giggled, "I was born this way, and my birthday suit is the best suit for camping." Gurangala laughed cordially and said, "You really fooled me Mona but I have something I must ask you in private." "Let's go to my hut then," she replied. They went to the hut and closed the door and the girls finished their breakfast and went to the beach. When they returned, Gurangala and their Mistress were still closeted in her hut and the girls sat down and waited for them. Presently, the door opened and Gurangala came out carrying a small plastic bucket with lid and they recognized that it was the depilatory cream. He waved goodbye at the girls and walked toward the village. "I wonder what he is up to," Linda thought. After a while, Mona came out, wearing a white dress, telling them that it was time to go to the medical clinic. "We cannot fool the poor villagers, can we?" she giggled, pinching a fold of her dress. They walked to the village and the appearance of the nine naked slavegirls and their Mistress was clearly the event of the day. The whole village appeared to be gathered to watch them. However, the girls were now so used to their nudity and hairless pussies that they just smiled at the people and serenely followed their leader to the clinic. "It was strange," Nancy told Linda later. "I was terrified of this walk through the village, but when it finally happened it didn't feel embarrassing at all. It was as if my complete nudity was a kind of uniform -- a slavegirl uniform." *** Susan welcomed them and she was very pleased with their attire. "How practical!" she exclaimed, looking at the naked girls. "No fuss with clothes and undressing." She took their measurements and weight and then she gave each of them an injection in the buttock. "What was that for, Mam?" Linda asked. "It is a long-lasting contraceptive," was the answer. "You will soon be sexually active -- very active. I *am* a midwife but it wouldn't do to get you pregnant, would it? This shot will keep you safe for six months and it will also stop your periods -- then you will get a new one." Linda thought of Peo and their lovemaking. She blushed and mumbled, "it may already be too late for me." "Oho!" Susan chuckled, "don't worry girl, we planned for this eventuality. The 'vaccination' at your arrival, do you remember? It was a fairly short-acting variant but you have been protected from the first day of your stay." Linda felt relieved but wondered what Bob would have said if one of his slavegirls showed up with a growing belly. The medical examination went smoothly. If Peter found the appearance of the stark naked girls distracting, he hid it well behind his professional role and did a careful check-up of each of them. He spent a long time examining Christine's freckled skin, photographed various parts of her body, and then he took a biopsy. The girl looked worried but Peter ascertained her that it was probably no reasons to worry. "I'm not a skin specialist and my concern is probably unwarranted," he told her, "but I don't like the look of some of these freckles. I will send the photographs and biopsy to a specialist for his advice -- just to be on the safe side." "I don't like the look of my damned freckles either -- not a tiny bit," she retorted with a brave smile. Gurangala and a younger man waited for Mona and the girls outside the clinic. "This is my son Berengo who will escort the other girls to your camp as we agreed," he told Mona. "Linda must go to the Council and your presence is also needed." Linda had an idea what kind of meeting she was going to but the other girls looked bewildered. "This is something that we didn't mention to you on purpose," Mona told them. "Linda was the victim of a rather ugly incident on her previous visit to the clinic and I bade her to keep quiet about it not to worry you. We are now going to the trial of the culprits and Linda's testimony is needed to decide their fate. Berengo will take you home and we will return to you when the trial is over. Practice what you've learnt until we are back." The girl's wondered what 'rather ugly incident' meant and looked inquiringly at Mona but she didn't say any more so they shrugged and followed Berengo who started to walk toward the camp. *** Linda and her Mistress accompanied Gurangala to a building at the other end of the Village Square, they entered and were taken to a large room where seven elderly men were seated cross-legged in a semicircle on a dais. One of them nodded at the newcomers and said, "Good, you are here. Please take a seat and we may proceed." He pointed at the benches to one side of the room where a few people were seated already and waited while they took their places. "Bring in the boys," he ordered. Umptole's companions entered the room guarded by two aides. They were cringing and tried to hide their crotches with their hands. One of the men laughed at them and said, "Take your hands away boys, you have nothing there to hide." They shamefacedly obeyed him and Linda saw that their groins were completely hairless. The rest of their bodies also looked much smoother than she remembered and she realized that the depilatory cream had been used on their entire bodies. The only hair they had left was the hair on their heads, making them look much younger -- like children. The Elders looked sternly at the youngsters and one of them said. "Boys, you did an unmanly thing yesterday when you didn't help the woman Umptole tried to rape. If you had been men, you would have stopped him, as Gurangala did. The Council concurs with his judgement of you and hereby withdraws your manhood. You are children until you deserve to be initiated again." The boys looked crestfallen. They knew what that meant -- they would be treated like children again. The young women who had formerly looked up to them would now tease them mercilessly -- and they could do nothing about it. It was the young women's right to boss the children and to give them menial tasks to do. Their only hope was that their humiliation would be brief. The Elder was not finished yet; he paused for a moment to let the sentence sink in and then he continued. "You were also very naughty, boys, when you laughed at the woman's plight. Such deeds are to be expected by thoughtless boys, but we cannot tolerate them. You deserve a good spanking and we have an expert in the audience." "Mistress Mona, do you accept the task to discipline these boys?" "I do, Your Honour," Mona replied. She rose and, to Linda's astonishment, she took of her dress. The Mistress saw Linda's surprise and giggled, "This will be a sweaty work." Two aides brought a straight-back chair and placed it before the Elders and Mona sat down on it. "Come here, Boy!" she commanded the first of the young men. He obeyed and stood before her; he looked at the naked woman on the chair and he couldn't help smiling at her. Linda saw that his cock started to stiffen. "STOP IT!" the Mistress commanded, in a voice that made Linda cringe, and the 'boy' immediately lost his smile. "You are a very naughty boy and will get ten extra spanks for your thoughts. Lay on my lap, NOW!" she continued. The boy hastily complied and soon the sounds of hard spanks and his wails of protests filled the air. The Mistress continued her business for a long time and when she was finished, the boy was crying and sobbing, and kicking his feet. All thoughts of preserving his dignity were utterly forgotten and he obeyed Mona meekly when she told him to stand, facing the wall. He touched his behind furtively, with tears streaming down his face. His dark skin hid any redness of the buttocks but Linda knew how they felt. She knew how hard her Mistress could spank. The other boys followed. It took a long time -- Mona did her job thoroughly -- but finally the last crying boy joined his comrades, facing the wall. Mona rose from the chair. Sweat was covering her naked body and she looked tired but grimly satisfied. "Your Honour," she said, "I have completed my task but I need to rinse off the sweat. Can we make a pause?" "Of course, Mistress Mona," he replied, "I commend you for your excellent job. You deserve a rest." Mona left the room to wash and the Elder told the boys, "You can return to your parents now, children. Be good boys, or you will be spanked again." The cowed and shamefaced boys quickly left the room to commence their second stint of childhood. *** Mona returned presently and sat down beside Linda. "Aren't you going to put on your dress again, Mistress?" Linda asked her quietly. "No, Linda," she answered in a low voice. "It's cooler this way and I'm still hot. Linda moved her hand to her Mistress' exposed slit and caressed it. Mona was wet. "You are hot in more ways than one, Mistress," Linda whispered, smiling mischievously. Mona shuddered and opened her legs wider. "Linda! Stop it! Not here and not now! I will come if you don't stop and that wouldn't do," she whispered urgently and Linda stopped her assaults and withdrew her hand. "It is your turn soon Linda," Mona added quietly and Linda wondered if her Mistress' words meant more than they seemed. The aides brought in Umptole. He looked around, recognized Linda, and gave her a glance full of hatred. They made him stand in front of the Elders who regarded him gravely. The Elder seated in the centre, who seemed very old, indeed, raised his cracked voice and began, "Umptole, you are charged with rape and that crime is, fortunately, rare in our village. I can remember only two..." "I didn't rape her I..." Umptole protested and was cut short by a hard slap from an aide. "Quiet Umptole! You will get your say later," another of the Elders told him, and the old man in the centre reassumed his tale of the previous rapes. It was rather longwinded but Linda understood that both crimes occurred a long time ago, and that the criminals were castrated and exiled from the island. Then the aides led Umptole to a small bench at the opposite side of the room and placed him, forcefully, on it. Next, the Elders started to ask questions. They asked Mona if she had sent Linda to the village, and why. They questioned other people who had seen her, including Noola's mother, and finally they asked Linda to come and stand before them and tell her tale. She did so and the Elders, particularly one, interrupted her frequently with their questions. When Linda told them of her meeting with Noola, the inquisitive Elder smiled fondly and said, "Yes, that's my grandchild. She is a lovely girl and she asks a lot of questions." Linda smiled at him and thought she understood wherefrom Noola had inherited her inquisitiveness. Finally, Linda was finished and returned to her seat. Gurangala told the Elders about how he stopped the malevolent act. "Did he rape her?" one of the Elders asked. "No he didn't," Gurangala replied, "but I interrupted him in the very act of doing it." He described how Linda had been lying on the ground with Umptole kneeling above her. "His cock was almost touching her pussy," he said, "and had I arrived five seconds later, it would have been inside her." Umptole was conducted back to stand before the elders. "Do you have anything to add, Umptole?" one of them asked and he shook his head sullenly -- what could he say? The Elders discussed among themselves for a few minutes and then one of them regarded him sternly and said, "Umptole what you did is unforgivable. The Council decided earlier that you deserve the traditional punishment of a rapist. Nothing we have heard here today has changed that decision. You didn't complete the rape, but you meant to and only pure luck prevented it. You have brought shame on yourself and the village." "Take Umptole away and castrate him!" he told the aides. Umptole fainted and fell to the floor and Linda cried, "No! Please don't do it! Don't castrate him!" The Elder who had pronounced the sentence regarded her thoughtfully. "Why not Linda?" he asked kindly. "Umptole intended to rape me but I can understand him," she answered. "He heard that I was a slavegirl and thought that I had to obey his wish. When I told him that it wasn't so, he was too horny and frustrated to stop. I would get nightmares if I knew that I was the cause of his mutilation." The Elder smiled at her, "You are very kind Linda," he said, "Can you forgive Umptole then?" "Yes I can," Linda replied, "at least as far as that. I don't wish that you castrate him." The Elder nodded. "Bring a bucket of water and wake Umptole," he told an aide. It was done and a drenched Umptole was once again facing the Elders. "Umptole, the woman has intervened on your behalf," the spokesman said and Umptole turned, looked at Linda with an unreadable expression, and gave her a curt nod. "The sentence of castration has been withdrawn, instead you will get twenty lashes with the whip and you still have to leave our island forever." With that, Umptole was led out from the room and the trial was over. *** "You did the right thing," Mona told Linda when they left the Council and went back to their camp. "Yes, I hope so, Mistress," she replied, "but I fear that Umptole still hates me." "Don't worry, dear," the Mistress said, "he will be exiled and you will never see him again." They walked in silence until they came to the clumps of bushes at the start of the path to their camp. "Now it's time for my revenge," Mona giggled and told Linda to lie on her back and spread her legs. She took off her dress and started to administer a sweet torment. Linda lost count on the number of times she was brought to the brink of orgasm -- and then hauled back again. Finally, her Mistress let her come and she did with such force that she passed out for a moment. When she had recovered somewhat, her Mistress spread her own legs wide and panted, "Now do me a return favour" -- which Linda, of course, didn't hesitate to do. Chapter 10 -- Karin's Tale The training program progressed the following days, covering many subjects. Mona continued to press her pupils hard but she also talked openly with them about many things, large and small, beside their training program. The girls more and more saw her as a comrade in addition to being their Mistress and the last barriers between them gradually disappeared. They knew that Mona had been a slavegirl herself -- under far more demanding and cruel Masters than they would have. Another thing that contributed to their camaraderie was that Mona rarely used clothes anymore. Most of the time she was completely naked just like they were. If she dressed, it was only to make her role as Mistress clear for outsiders, and then she just put on her dress -- never anything else. The girls knew that she remained nude under that dress, and it came off as soon as the guests were gone. Mona participated in their meals and she slept with them, lying naked in the grass. She eagerly took part in their exercises in the art of pleasing women, taking care to spread her graces, and she made no secret of her Lesbian preferences. The girls' respect for their Mistress grew and deepened for every day. She could still assert her authority and make them jump with a sharp command but that was rarely necessary. The girls trusted their Mistress and knew that she loved them -- and they became adept in the art of pleasing her, in more ways than one. *** On the day after their visit to the clinic, Mona introduced them to bondage and she continued with more advanced exercises as the days went by. Linda had mixed feelings about this. On one hand, some of the devices were uncomfortable and she often became stiff from the enforced immobility. On the other, it reminded her of her fantasy that evening on the beach. The very evening when she fucked Peo for the first time -- and it made her very, very wet. "Oh, Peo my Love, when will we meet again?" she thought more than once when she was tied up. Another amazing subject was the dildos, vibrators and other sex toys that the Mistress introduced. Linda hadn't known that there were so many different kinds and Mona's supply of them seemed inexhaustible. There were even dildos that they could put on and fuck each other. Linda was fucked doggy style by Betty once. It was good but her real 'bitch fuck' with Peo had been better. Mona also brought up the subject of anal sex. "I agree partially with Bob," she said. "Nobody should be forced to participate in anal sex." "It can hurt you, particularly if you are unprepared." "Your vaginas are designed for the delivery of babies -- and they are bigger than the most impressive prick," she joked. Then she continued seriously, "Your other hole is another matter. It's more delicate and the tissues can tear if you force something too big into it." "However," she went on after a pause, "anal sex IS common and you might one day find yourself with a cock up your ass, whether you want it or not. You have all learnt your safeword 'mercy' and all guests will be told to stop immediately if you say that. However, you know from personal experience, Linda, that if a man is aroused enough, he starts thinking with his cock and stops using his brain. Therefore, I think that all of you should have some training in anal sex for your own protection, even those of you who say that you don't accept it." She showed them various but plugs and anal dildos in different sizes and designs. "We will start with the smallest," she said. "If it hurts, say 'mercy' an I will stop immediately -- and so must you, all of you, when you practice on each other." *** When they were having supper on the fifth day after their visit to the medical clinic, Karin and Ingrid returned. Ingrid was, of course, stark naked but Karin was dressed in shorts and t-shirt and the slavegirls looked uncertainly at her -- should they really call her 'Mam'? Mona understood their concern and said, "Girls, we are in private and we don't need the 'public' rules among friends." "Thank you Mona," Karin replied. "It would have been embarrassing to have them calling me 'Mam'. I had a hard time to make Ingrid stop doing that" "Please join us for supper. I want to hear what you have been up to, and I'm sure your friends also want to hear your tale," Mona said. They sat down and Ingrid looked at her Mistress in amazement. "Why are you naked, Mona?" she asked. Mona laughed cordially and answered, "I find my birthday suit comfortable and for many of our exercises, clothing is a nuisance." They ate and the two returning girls were bombarded with questions. Linda became very interested when she heard that Karin and Ingrid had been to the manor house and talked with Bob and Lisa. "What did Bob's house look like, Ingrid?" she asked. "It was very elegant. I didn't see all of it, of course, but what I saw looked neat." Ingrid answered. "Did you dress?" Nancy asked. "Of course not!" Ingrid replied. "I went there stark naked as a slavegirl should be. I didn't even dream of asking Johanna for my clothes." "How was Bob?" Karen asked. "He was very kind and understanding. He will help me to find a good psychiatrist in Finland -- and he will pay for my therapy," Karin answered. "He was shy," Ingrid giggled. "When he saw me he blushed like a school-boy and didn't know where to look -- but he looked at me, all of me, eventually." "Did you have sex with him?" Ruth asked. "No -- Well, not really," Ingrid answered, "I sat on his lap and he fondled me until I came. Then I noticed that his cock was hard, so I kneeled before him, took it out, and sucked it until he came in my mouth." "Wow!" Christine exclaimed. "I call that sex. So you are the first of us to have sex with Bob?" Ingrid blushed and said nothing but she nodded, looking smug. Finally, Mona said that maybe it was better if they started from the beginning and asked Karin if she felt able to tell them her story. "I think so. I don't remember all of it, not yet, but Peter tells me that sharing my memories will help me to handle them." With that, she started to tell her tale and the other listened attentively. *** Karin's mother was a prostitute and an alcoholic; she had never met her biological father but he was probably one of her mother's customers. At first the baby had not been welcome. "One of my first memories was that I had soiled myself and was crying and my mother slapped me to make me quiet. I cried harder and she hit me again. I don't remember anything more. I don't know how old I was -- probably not more than a year." This changed when her mother realized that the baby girl could help her to increase her income. If Karin were present when her mother fucked her customers, they would sometimes pay her extra for the privilege to fondle the child. "I was maybe two or three years old when I was fucked the first time. She took off all my clothes and led me to her bed. A naked man was lying there and he started to caress and kiss me everywhere and then he put a finger and finally his cock in my pussy. It hurt and I cried but both he and my mother laughed at me." Karin was fucked regularly after that -- once, twice, sometimes three times a week. She was not much older when she was fucked in the ass the first time; it hurt even worse and she was sore for several days afterwards. Her mother also demanded that Karin licked her pussy every day -- sometimes several times a day. This personal hell stopped, at long last, when she was five and the authorities reacted and took her away. "I was placed in a foster home," she concluded, "a wonderful couple took care of me. They were farmers and had a daughter and two sons. I forgot all about my previous life and saw them as my parents and their children as my sister and brothers. I still do, although I was told the truth when I was sixteen." Linda was shocked; Karin's story was far worse than anything she could remember that she had ever heard about. Yet, Karin had told her story calmly and now she looked relieved. She embraced Karin and said, "This is awful Karin and I really hope that your mother was punished for what she did to you." Karin shrugged, "Sure -- she got her punishment, but not by the law. Lisa helped me to find out that she was murdered by one of her customers two years after she'd lost the custody of me. I cannot say I'm sorry for her," she added dryly. She also told them that Bob had decided that she would get the full termination bonus of $300000. "That you have to break your contract is no fault of yours. This is the least I can do for you," he had said. The others where very glad on her behalf and their appreciation of Bob increased considerably. "We have indeed a kind and generous Master," Linda thought. Finally, Kayo asked Karin when she was returning to Finland. "I'm leaving tomorrow," she answered. "I only came back to say goodbye to you." Karin made a short pause, looking mischievously at Mona; "...and to do one more thing. I still owe you a return favour Mona -- I never licked your pussy," she continued. Mona looked at her in astonishment. "Are you sure? It's not really necessary. Are you sure you want to go through with this?" "Of course I'm sure," Karin giggled. "Lie down and spread your legs, Mona!" "In that case I will show you something that we have been practicing recently," Mona replied and lay down on the grass with her legs spread and her feet planted on the ground. "Take off your clothes and sit on my face!" Karin took off her t-shirt and shorts, and sat down with her pussy close to Mona's mouth. "Good, now bend forward and lick my pussy -- and I will lick yours..." The others where not slow to follow their example and soon the air once again was filled with cries of ecstasy. When they had recovered, Ruth put on a dildo and insisted to fuck Ingrid doggy style. "I have been your bitch, now you will be mine Ingrid," she giggled. "Stand on all fours, Bitch!" Seeing Ingrid's enthusiastic response to her treatment, Karin claimed that she wished to be fucked like that too. Linda did her the favour -- and then, as expected, there was time for the return favours. All the girls were eager to show Karin and Ingrid what they had learnt in their two friends' absence. Thus, it was very late before the exhausted girls (and their Mistress) at last lay down in the grass to sleep. "This has been a wonderful evening," Karin said with a big yawn. "I will spend a last night with you, and then I have to go home to Finland." *** The following morning they had breakfast together and then they went to the beach to bathe. Karin then hugged and kissed all of her friends. "Thank you for this wonderful time," she said with tears in her eyes, "I will miss you, I will miss all of you." "We will miss you too," they replied. "Goodbye Karin, have a safe trip home." "Goodbye my friends," Karin said and then she dressed and walked alone toward the guesthouse. Mona looked long after the dwindling figure. "She will be all right. She is mending already. Should I have asked her to stay? No, it's better this way," she thought. Chapter 11 -- At Bob's House No sooner had Karin disappeared from sight, than a new visitor arrived. It was Gurangala and this time he recognized Mona, in spite of her total nudity, and went to her. "Good morning Mona," he said. "I have a new proposal that I want to discuss with you. Shall we go to your hut?" They left the girls, entered the hut, and closed the door behind them. "I wonder what he's up to this time," Karen said. The other girls were just as curious but had no idea either; all they could do was to wait for the couple to re-emerge. They did so after a while and Mona said to the girls, "Gurangala has a proposal to us. It concerns the boys that had their manhood revoked by the village Council but I think it's better that he tells you about it himself." Gurangala looked thoughtfully at the girls. "Girls," he said, "you have heard about the trial of Umptole and his companions. Umptole himself was exiled but his companions were merely spanked by Mona and sent home to their parents to be treated like children. I think they have learnt their lesson by now, and that they will never forget how a man should behave when a woman is in trouble. Therefore, I think it's time to reinitiate them and give back their manhood, but for that I need your hut for three days, and women are not allowed to watch our rites." "What do you say, girls?" Mona asked. "Should we allow the boys to become men again?" They all agreed -- they knew something about humiliation themselves and thought they understood what the boys had gone through. "But where will WE stay, Mistress?" Christine wondered. "We will go and visit Bob," Mona replied. "It's high time for you to see his house and meet the members of his staff. Come, let's move our stuff," she commanded. The girls and their Mistress moved all the assorted sex toys and other items to Mona's hut and then they went to the beach for a quick dip. Mona went into her hut a last time and returned wearing her dress and sandals. "The place is all yours," she told Gurangala, closing the door. He sealed the door with a strange knot and said, "Thank you, Mona, and thank you, girls. Return in three days for the boys' final test." The girls waved goodbye to him and followed their Mistress who walked toward the village path. When they were out of sight and earshot of the camp Mona stopped them and said, "When we reach Bob's manor house, we will be on display, so the original 'strict' slave-rules apply if I don't tell you otherwise. Use the signs if you need to tell me something -- it always impresses outsiders. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress," they replied in chorus. "I'm proud of you, girls" Mona said. "Let's go!" They continued and when they neared the village, they met another group heading in the opposite direction. It was the nine companions of Umptole. The 'children' were naked, and hairless below the necks, unsurprisingly, and two girls at about the same age herded them. The two girls, who were wearing their usual attire, loincloths, giggled and obviously enjoyed themselves, bossing the boys and making cruel jokes at them. The boys looked very embarrassed, but hopeful -- at last their second stint of childhood was nearing its end. *** Mona led the girls through the village and this time only a few youngsters watched them -- obviously the villagers were becoming used to the sight of the slavegirls and their Mistress. They continued along the path for another twenty minutes and passed through a gate into a garden. Linda saw a young man who was moving the lawn and two women occupied with some other gardening jobs in the distance. The path turned a bend and when the girls had passed it, Bob's house came in view. Linda was amazed and delighted. The manor house looked like a small castle, and it was beautiful. After a short walk, they came to the house and entered. A young, native woman met them and told them to wait. She returned presently with another, elder, woman who greeted Mona and said "Are you here already? Lisa said that the training should go on for four weeks." "We are only visiting for a few days, and then we will return to our camp. The villagers needed it and I thought that the girls should see their future home and meet you and the others in the staff," Mona explained. She turned to the girls and continued, "This, girls, is Mrs. Hopkins, and she will probably be the one you will have most dealings with in the coming years. She is heading the personnel that work in the Mr. Shane's household. Say hello to her and tell her your names, you first Karen." "Hello Mam, I'm Karen," the girl said shyly and curtsied, and the others followed her example. "Nice to meet you," the woman replied with a nod. "Your Mistress is right. I will assign many of your duties." She turned to the native girl and said, "Tina, show the girls their rooms and bring them back here afterwards." "Yes Mam," Tina replied. "Follow me!" she told the girls and led them through one of the doors. "Take the opportunity to enjoy your showers," Mona called after them. *** Tina led them to a side-wing of the house, up a stair, and into a long hallway with doors on each side. "Here are your rooms," she told the girls. "Two of you will share each room. Take your time and rinse off the grime. I will wait for you here." Linda and Nancy shared one room. It was small and the only furniture was two simple beds but it seemed like the top of luxury for the slavegirls. They had become accustomed to sleep outdoors, directly on the ground. Now they would have their own beds and a door they could close. There was even a small bathroom with a shower and white fluffy towels. Nancy jumped into the shower and turned on the water. "Ah!" she exclaimed, "This is Heaven!" She took the soap and washed her whole body carefully, and then she dried herself with a very satisfied smile. Linda followed her example and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror (another luxury she had become used to be without). "Yes, I'm looking much better. My hair is definitely growing back again," she thought. The girls tried their beds with satisfied sighs, finding them very soft and comfortable. "It will be hard to go back to the camp after this," Linda giggled. Finally, the girls left their room and returned to Tina. Soon all of them were reassembled and Tina led them back. *** A young woman, hardly older than the slavegirls, had joined Mona and Mrs. Hopkins and the three of them were talking softly with each other when Tina and the slavegirls returned. "Oh, there you are," Mona said to them and continued, "This is Miss Hamilton whom you will have many dealings with too. She organizes Mr. Shane's parties. Say hello to her." "Hello Mam, I'm Linda," Linda said and curtsied, and the other girls followed suit. The young woman giggled at the unusual honorific, smiled at them, and said, "Oh, Hello, I'm Louise. I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun together." "Speaking of fun," Mona interjected, "Bob invites us for dinner tonight, but first let's take a tour of the garden. *** They said goodbye to the women and left the house. The garden was large and very beautiful with many exotic flowers, trees and bushes, and park-like lawns. There were tennis courts, a miniature golf range, and a large open space with fire-pits, facing the sea. "This is the place for Bob's outdoor parties," Mona told them. Finally they retired to the pool at the backside of the house. Linda felt sweaty again after their walk and the water looked inviting, so she signed 'Permission to speak?' to Mona. "Yes, of course, Linda," she replied and continued, "we are reasonably private here so we can relax the rules." "Can we use the pool, Mona?" Linda asked. "Yes, Bob told me that you will be free to use all the facilities when you don't have other assignments, so please go ahead. I will join you," Mona replied. The girls dove in and Mona took off her clothes and joined them. Soon the sounds of happy giggles and splashes were heard as they enjoyed themselves in the cool water. They were resting in the sun-chairs by the pool when a young man arrived. He looked inquiringly at the naked women and said, "Hello, who are you and what are you doing here?" Mona rose and looked at the man (she didn't bother to put on her dress or cover herself) and said, "Hello Brad, It's me, Mona, and Bob's girls. Didn't you recognize me?" Brad looked embarrassed and said, "No I didn't. I'm sorry Mona. I have heard about Bob's girls, of course, and you were all naked so I believed that you were one of them." Mona smiled beamingly at him and said, "You are much too kind Brad. I'm too old to be one of his girls." "Nonsense, girl," he replied, "you are younger than him and you are beautiful enough. You are very beautiful Mona." "Watch your tongue, young man!" Mona giggled, "And take care that Anne doesn't hear you." They both laughed and embraced. "This young Casanova is Mr. Brad Hampton and he is responsible for the garden and all the fancy machinery. Some of you may work for him, so beware. Say hello to him, girls," she told the girls with her voice full of mirth. They rose and Betty began, "Hello Sir, I'm Betty," she said and curtsied. Then, she went up to him with a mischievous grin, pressed her naked body close to his, and kissed the astonished man firmly on his mouth. The other girls followed her example and it was a somewhat breathless man who, finally, waved goodbye and left them. They could all see that his cock was stiff, making a prominent tent in the front of his shorts. "You were very naughty girls," Mona giggled, "and you all deserve a good spanking. However, I was naughty myself so I guess I'm a bad influence. I think Anne can look forward to an impromptu afternoon fuck." They all giggled happily together and then Mona led them to their rooms. "Rest for a while before dinner! When we go there, it's the 'strict' rules again," she told them. *** The dining hall was very elegant. Bob and Lisa welcomed them and they presented themselves in the manner they had done before (no not the way they did with Brad, although they were severely tempted). They called Bob 'Sir' and not 'Master' because he was not their Master, yet. Just like Ingrid had said, Bob seemed to be shy. He didn't "blush like a schoolboy" but he seemed to have difficulties deciding were to look. Linda felt a sudden rush of warm emotions toward Bob. She wished to tell him that it was OK to look at her; she was a slavegirl and her naked body was meant to be looked at. However, the 'strict' rules they were under prevented any such initiatives so she just stood there, silently, together with the others, awaiting further instructions. Finally, Bob said self-consciously, "Mona, do you really have to be so strict with the girls? I think they would enjoy themselves better if they could speak freely." Mona smiled at Bob, understanding very well that it was he who would enjoy the meal better if the girls were allowed to speak freely. "If you say so Bob," she replied and turned to the girls. "You heard what Bob said. We relax the rule about permission before you speak but don't be rude to your Master to be." "Thank you Mistress, thank you Sir," they responded. "Oh, call me Bob if you like -- and please be seated," Bob told them. It was a strange feeling to sit, stark naked, on a chair at the elegant table with servants serving them food and wine and Linda felt out of place. "I ought to wait the table, not sit at it," she thought. However, Bob was a good host and Linda soon forgot her unease. She and the other girls enjoyed the food and the wine, they talked with their hosts in a free and easy way, and they laughed at Bob's jokes. After the dinner, the party moved to a lounge with large windows facing the sea and they continued to chat gaily. Ingrid seated herself on Bob's lap and he kissed her and fondled her naked body. The other girls also soon lost what little inhibitions they still had and, without shame, they started to show their hosts what they had learnt. Among other things, Nancy brought Betty to multiple orgasms on the carpet by licking her pussy, and then Betty returned the favour. The others, including Lisa and Bob, laughed and applauded their performance. During all this activity, Mona sat quietly in her armchair and smiled fondly at the girls. Linda went to her, hugged her and asked if she wanted to join the fun. Mona hugged her back and giggled, "Not now dear. I have to keep up the pretence, but come to my room tonight and I will show you how too really please a woman." Finally, the girls started to yawn, the food and wine, their amorous activities, and many new impressions had tired them. Lisa looked at the girls and said kindly, "Please feel free to go to your rooms if you are tired." The girls thanked their hosts and started to withdraw, longing for their soft beds. *** However, Bob had other ideas. "Come with me Ingrid if you are not too tired, and you too Linda. I have a surprise for you," he told them. The intrigued girls forgot their tiredness and followed him out in the garden. Bob led them to a small gate in a remote corner. There, he took off his clothes, folded them neatly, and put them on a bench. "No clothing beyond this point. I made that rule myself," he said, opened the gate, and told the girls to step through. Bob followed them, closing the gate behind him. He put an arm around Ingrid's waist and kissed her. "Come, let's go to the beach," he said and started to walk down the path with Ingrid at his side. With his free hand, he fondled Ingrid's breasts, and she had one of her hands on his stiff cock. A puzzled Linda followed them. "I can see that Bob wants to fuck Ingrid but why did he tell me to come along?" she wondered. The beach was beautiful in the moonshine and a dark figure was sitting by the cliffs -- could it be? *Yes*! "Peo my Love!" Linda cried and ran to embrace and kiss him. "Oh, Bob, Thank you!" she exclaimed, "You knew about us -- you knew about Peo and me. Oh, thank you!" Bob smiled happily at them and said, "Yes I know, Linda; I'm happy for you two and I asked him to wait for us here. Please, enjoy each other." "And you, my darling slavegirl," he told Ingrid, "let's make love under the stars." Linda drew her lover to the ground, lay on her back, and spread her legs. She felt Peo's cock enter her and she threw both her legs around his waist to draw him further in. Linda fucked Peo for a long time and she came twice before he grunted and discharged his load deep within her. As she lay tightly entwined with her lover, she could hear Bob's grunts and Ingrid's happy cries. She felt very happy for them. "Shared joy is double joy," she thought. Bob was lying on his back with Ingrid sitting on his cock, riding him like a horse. He looked up at the brilliant stars and sighed contentedly -- the final part of his dream had become real. Then he climaxed with a cry of pure joy. The feel of Bob's pulsating cock, and his hot semen that spurted against her cervix, tipped Ingrid over edge. Her body stiffened and her cries of ecstasy echoed among the cliffs, and then she collapsed on top of Bob. He kissed her tenderly and caressed her sweaty naked body. When they had recovered, the two couples entered the water and swam together in the moonlight. After another round of lovemaking, Bob led them back to the gate and the two men dressed and shook hands. "Thank you Sir," Peo said, "I will never forget your favour to me." "You are welcome," Bob chuckled. "I did it as much for Linda's sake as for yours. You two are free to use the beach whenever you can Peo, and whenever your duties permit it Linda." Linda embraced Bob and kissed him. "Oh, thank you Bob! You don't know how much this means for me," she said. "I have an idea," he replied, looking tenderly at Ingrid. Linda embraced her lover and kissed him goodbye and the very satisfied young man left for home. Bob and the two girls returned to the house and Bob kissed Linda goodnight. "Come my little slavegirl," he said lovingly to Ingrid, "you will sleep in your future Master's bed tonight. *** Linda looked after them until they disappeared round a corner and then she went to Mona's room. She knocked softly at the door and Mona opened it. "Come in Linda," she said, "and thank you for sparing a moment for a horny old hag." Linda looked at her Mistress' beautiful naked body and smiled fondly at her. "Nonsense, girl," she bantered, "you are no hag and you know it. Lie down on your bed and spread your legs, and I will show you how to please a woman." "Yes Mistress," Mona giggled and did as she had been told. Linda closed the door behind her and looked inquiringly at Mona. "Mistress?" she asked in bewilderment. Mona laughed cordially and replied, "Don't look so crestfallen Linda! You will become a good Mistress one day -- you have the perfect tone of command already. Now, come and fulfil your promise wench!" Linda was not late to obey and soon she had given her Mistress her much longed for orgasm. Mona then returned the favour. "Hmm," she said as she was licking Linda's pussy, "your pussy tastes of fresh semen." "Did Bob fuck you little slut?" she asked and continued her task. "No...not me...it was Peo who..." Linda panted and the she stopped as Mona's tongue pushed her over the brink. When she had calmed down, Linda told Mona about her adventure on the beach and Mona hugged her. "I'm so happy for you Linda -- and for Ingrid," she said sleepily. "But it might change Bob's plans. I must discuss it with Lisa..." she mumbled as she was falling asleep in Linda's arms. Linda looked at her sleeping Mistress. "What did she mean?" she wondered. "What plans? I wonder..." as she was falling asleep herself. *** The next days the girls met the other staff members and they visited Bob's yacht, M/S Dreamscapes. Ingrid spent her nights, and much of her days, with Bob. She looked radiant and she confessed to Linda the she was in love. "Bob is so tender and caring, I love him -- and I think he loves me. At least a little..." she whispered, blushing furiously. Finally, it was time to return to the camp for the rest of their training. The girls said goodbye to Bob and Lisa and the assembled staff and, reluctantly, followed Mona as she led them out of the house. Chapter 12 -- The Fine Art of Pleasing Men When they reached their camp, it was late in the afternoon and the boys were occupied, tending a large fire-pit on the beach. Gurangala greeted them, "Welcome back, dear friends" he said; "we are preparing a luau in your honor." He turned to Linda, "and the boys have something to say to you before you we begin, Linda," he told her. The boys lined up before Linda and they apologized to her. "We did an unmanly deed when we laughed at you and didn't help you. Please forgive us," they told her. Linda embraced and kissed the boys, and she told them that she forgave them. She noticed that their cocks became stiff when she hugged their naked bodies to her own, and she was getting wet between her legs herself. The food was delicious and Gurangala brought palm-wine in large earthenware jugs. "Careful, it's a strong brew," he laughed. After the meal, Gurangala bade the boys to rise and then he told them formally, "By the authority of the Elders, I hereby welcome you back among the men of our village. Always remember your manly duties, as I have taught you." He gave each of them a loincloth and they accepted it solemnly and put it on. Then the solemn mood disintegrated and the young men's faces broke in happy grins. "Thank you ladies!" they cried to Mona, Linda and the other girls. "Thank you so much for letting us regain our manhood." They embraced and kissed Mona and all the girls, especially Linda, and tears were streaming down their happy faces. Gurangala watched them fondly and when the commotion died down he raised his voice again. "Young men," he told them, "Mistress Mona needs your services for the training of her girls. Stay for another week and obey her commands, if you are willing to serve her." The men looked inquiringly at Mona but they were all willing to stay. "Yes, Mistress," they promised, "we will do anything you say." Mona looked at them with an amused smile and said, "Thank you for your trust in me. I'm sure your tasks won't be onerous. My girls need training in the Art of pleasing men, and you will be the subjects they train this art on." The astonished men and girls looked at Mona and at each other, then a new round of embraces and kisses took place. "Mona, you are turning their punishment into a reward," Gurangala joked. "They have earned it," she replied with a joyous laugh and kissed him. It was late when the young men and the slavegirls retired to sleep, and both of them were looking forward to the next day. *** The next day, and the following six, were days of pure joy for both the men and the girls. Mona, once again back in her birthday suit, started to show the girls how to suck a man's cock, and how to fuck him in ways that was most pleasurable for him. However, it was Kayo who turned out to be the real mistress of this Art. The tiny Japanese girl demonstrated her skill by taking care of all nine of the young men in succession, leaving them exhausted with happy grins on their faces. Her knowledge of the innumerable different ways of lovemaking, and the pros and cons of them all, was immense. She had perfect control of every muscle in her body, including those in her pussy -- and she used it and her hands, breasts, feet, lips, tongue, and even her teeth, to play the young men's bodies like musical instruments. The others, including Mona, could only watch Kayo's performance in awe. They had never dreamt that anything like this was possible. However, Kayo was eager to teach them and under her skilful tutelage, the other slavegirls (and their Mistress) soon approached the Japanese girl's level of mastery -- and the young men became very satisfied, indeed. "Peo, just wait till I get you alone and can show you what I've learnt!" a proud Linda thought when she had just run her third man in a row to the ground. It was nine very different young men who, reluctantly, left the camp after they had taken a loving farewell of the girls. They would miss them and always remember their week together in bliss, but they had also learnt a lot and they were eager to show their new skills for their native girlfriends. *** Another item on their agenda did much to increase the girls' self-esteem. 'Hulk' Johnson arrived at the camp together with a short but stocky native woman. "Girls," he told them, "Mona and I agreed that you must know how to defend yourself." "This is Ona," he continued, pointing with his hand at the woman, and she nodded. "She is our expert in unarmed combat and I would never dare to fight her for real. Listen to her and let her teach you!" The astonished girls looked first at the giant man -- and then at the short woman. "It is true," Ona chuckled, "Hulk wouldn't last ten seconds against me." The girls looked at her unbelievingly but they soon changed their minds when Ona started to demonstrate her skills. "Girls," she said, "The best rule is to avoid a fight, but if you *have* to fight, be fast and be foul. He is likely to be stronger than you are, and you will probably get only one chance to incapacitate him. If you just hurt him, he will be angered and you are in deep trouble. Go for his week spots: his eyes, his Adam's apple, or his groin." You are naked and that's an advantage," she told them. "He cannot take hold of your clothes and immobilize you that way and your body is likely to become sweaty and slippery. If you go for his groin, don't kick him with your foot like this." She demonstrated and Hulk caught her foot, throwing her to the ground. "See," she continued, sitting on the ground. "Hulk has a grip on my foot; that's an easy counter and many men know it. I'm helpless and Hulk could easily break my leg, beat me senseless or do other nasty things to me." Hulk released her leg and she rose. "No, if you go for his groin, and that's a good target, do it like this," she went on. She drew her body rapidly close to Hulk's and then she raised her knee forcefully against his groin, stopping just before she hit it. "If I hit him like this and put all my body weight behind it I could crush his balls, and he would definitely loose all thoughts of further fight," she said with a satisfied grin. "This is must faster than a kick and much harder for him to prevent," she continued. The girls shuddered at the thought of hitting a man like that. "Had I known this when Umptole tried to rape me, I could have castrated him myself." Linda thought. They practiced under Ona's tutelage the rest of the day, using Hulk as a willing victim. When the two guests left after the evening meal, the girls felt confident that they could handle themselves if they had to fight. *** The last days of their training were dedicated to repetition and rehearsals for their 'adoption ceremony'. Mona had them to perform various tasks they had learnt. She criticized any sloppy performance (very few indeed) mercilessly and told the girl to repeat her act. As always, she required perfection. The girls had mixed feelings. On one hand, they were looking forward to the ceremony and were eager to start serving Bob as his slavegirls. On the other, they would miss their Mistress. "Oh, Mona, I love you and I will miss you sorely!" Linda exclaimed with tears in her eyes. "I will miss you too, dear. I love you -- I love all of you. I will miss you but I will not disappear immediately -- I will stay a week or two and help Bob to get started," Mona replied. On the day before the ceremony, something happened that put a damper on the girls' mood. Dr. Peter Cardin arrived at the camp when the girls were eating lunch and he told them that he had to talk in private with Mona and Christine. They went to Mona's hut, closed the door, and stayed there for a long time. When they returned to the other girls, Christine face was red and her eyes were swollen, Mona looked very sad, and Peter had and embarrassed but resolute mien. "What is it Christine?" Betty asked and hugged the other girl. "It's those damn freckles...I was so close...and now they spoil everything...again...it's so unfair..." Christine sobbed and then she collapsed in Betty's arms, her body was convulsing of sobs and tears were streaming down her face. When Christine had calmed down again, Mona explained that Christine had to leave them because her skin was too sensitive for her to be naked in the tropical sun. "It's better that you explain it," she told Peter. He fidgeted self-consciously and begun, "I received an answer from the skin specialist today. Christine has something that is called 'dysplastic nevi'. That means that some of her freckles might turn into cancer -- malignant melanoma -- if she continues to expose her skin to strong sunlight. I'm very sorry but she cannot be naked in the sun anymore, and it is better if she returns to England where the sunlight is much weaker than here." There was nothing more to be said. Christine took a sad farewell of her friends and accompanied Peter on the path toward the guesthouse -- and England. *** The other girls continued with the preparations for the ceremony but they were saddened by their friend's fate and did their tasks mechanically, without joy. After a while Mona stopped them. "This won't do," she said, "I think you need a break, and I must go and console Christine and see what I can do for her." "Rest a little and wait for me until I'm back," she told them, put on her dress, and left the camp. Mona was gone for several hours and the girls spent the time sitting in the shade under the trees, talking softly about their friend. They all felt sorry for her and were already missing the spontaneous and outspoken girl. "Poor Christine," Nancy said, "I will miss her and all her crazy pranks," and the other girls nodded. When Mona returned, the girls were having supper. She took off her dress, joined them, smiled at the saddened girls, and said, "Don't be overly sad for Christine. A little bird chirped to me that she will come out ahead of you." The curious girls pestered her with questions what she meant with that, but she refused to answer. "You will see. Soon you will see," she giggled. However, that was enough and it was in a much lighter mood the girls lay down to sleep on the grass for the last time. Chapter 13 -- Adoption Ceremony The next morning they had breakfast and went to the beach to bathe together. Afterwards, they assembled on the grass outside their hut and Mona told them, "This is my last few hours as your Mistress. As I have told you, I will not disappear immediately but after the adoption ceremony, Bob will be your Master. I want to take this opportunity to thank all of you for putting up with me. I'm immensely proud of you; you have learnt your lessons faster and more thoroughly than most of my regular pupils, and I'm certain that you will be able to satisfy Bob's demands on you. I wish you luck of all my heart -- I love you." Mona's eyes were brimming over when she said the last words, and tears were running down her face as she smiled at them. The girls also cried freely and smiled lovingly at their Mistress. Linda, who had become somewhat of a spokeswoman for the group, smiled at Mona with tears steaming down her cheeks. "Mona, we also love you and want to thank you of all our hearts for all you have done for us," she said. "But words are not enough to show our gratitude. Please, Mona, lie down on your back, spread your legs, and let us thank you in the proper way," she pleaded. Mona gladly did as she had been told and the girls swarmed all over her naked body, caressing, licking, and nibbling her everywhere as they had learnt. Mona's cries of ecstasy soon echoed in the air as they brought her to an orgasm -- and then another -- and another... They didn't relent until she passed out of pure joy. When Mona had recovered, she smiled fondly at the girls and said, "Thank you girls for my wonderful orgasms -- I will never forget you." Then she added with a mischievous grin, "But look what you have done to me, you naughty girls. Now I need another bath, and so do you." Laughing, Mona and the girls ran back to the beach, dove in, and frolicked in the water. "Now, with your permission, Mistress, I will do something I have wanted to do since the first day we came here," Linda told her Mistress, "I will swim to the reef and investigate it." "Of course you have my permission," Mona replied, "I'm curious myself. Come, let's go -- and anyone else who wants to join us are welcome. Linda, Mona, Nancy, and Joe-Anne swam to the reef and dove in the clear water. Linda could see a myriad of colourful fishes that swam through the beautiful corals of the reef. She stayed down as long as she could, then she resurfaced and dove again. The second time she could feel two hands caressing her breasts. She turned around and was facing Mona who kissed her and rubbed her clit. Linda lost her air and swallowed water, and she had to return to the surface. Mona resurfaced too, grinning at the sputtering girl. "A small revenge for your naughty surprise to me," she giggled. "Come, Linda, we have to go back..." *** Finally, it was time to leave the camp. Mona put on her dress again and told the girls to follow her. They walked the path toward Bob's house and several of the girls looked back at the camp. "I will miss this place," Marina said. "Yes, we have had quite an experience here," Joe-Anne agreed. "I'm sorry girls," Mona replied, "but this is one of the few places on the island where you never will be allowed to go again -- except maybe you, Linda." The others looked inquiringly at Linda but she just shrugged; she had an idea what her Mistress was hinting at but she wasn't sure and Mona didn't pursue this line of talk any further. When they were drawing near the village, just before the first houses came in view, Mona made the sign for 'Strict rules'. The girls immediately stopped their small talk and followed her in silence as she led them through the village and into Bob's garden. It was early afternoon when they reached it and Mona led them to the pool area. There, once again, she relaxed the rules and told them that they would have lunch by the pool and that they were free to go to their rooms afterwards. "Your ceremony begins at 6 p.m.," she said. "Take the opportunity to have a shower and relax until then." Servants with the food arrived presently, and together with them another person -- Christine. She looked very different. The girls were accustomed to see her naked. Now, she was fully dressed in pants and a long-sleeved blouse. She even had a sun-hat on her head and an expensively looking camera around her neck. Christine joined them for the meal. The girls were unsure what they should call her (Mam?) but she forestalled them. "Don't you dare to call me 'Mam'," she said, smiling at them. "I'm still a slavegirl and I will remain one until after your ceremony. Once the bloody sun sets, I will take off my pesky clothes and be naked, just like you." She told them that Bob had assigned her to photograph the girls and the ceremony, and given her the camera. "It's a digital wonder. It takes hundreds of pictures, and then you just download them to your computer and you are ready to go again. Unfortunately, this will be my last assignment on Paradise Island but he pays me really well. Together with my salary and termination bonus, I will get one million. Not bad for one month's job and enough to start my own business," she concluded. The girls were happy for their friend's good fortune, and amazed by Bob's generosity, but Karen was concerned. "I hope Bob doesn't plan to post the pictures on the Internet or something like that," she said in a worried tone. "My parents would *die* of shame if they knew that nude pictures of me were on the net." "That would be something, wouldn't it?" Christine giggled but she soon controlled herself and reassured the others that there was no risk. "Don't worry, Karen," she said, "Bob promised me that the pictures will be strictly for private use. Only he and you will get any copies." "Talking about pictures," she continued, "I would like to take some of you now when the light is good, if you permit it Mona." "Of course I permit it," Mona giggled, "and I have a better idea." "Girls, obey Christine!" she commanded. "Thank you, Mona," Christine replied. "Alright, girls, you heard what she said. You first Linda, First position!" she commanded. Given free reins with the girls, Christine worked fast and efficiently. She had the girls to assume all the different positions they had learnt; she commanded them to masturbate before her camera, and to demonstrate their skills in the art of pleasing another woman; she even coaxed Mona to take off her clothes and join the girls. "I'm too old for this," Mona protested. "Nonsense, girl, you are beautiful," Christine replied and took several pictures of her when the girls licked her pussy. As a grand finale, she told the girls to give their Mistress an orgasm, which they eagerly obeyed. Thus, the afternoon rest became considerably shorter than intended, but the girls still had an opportunity to freshen up and rest a little before the ceremony. *** A short time before six, Christine summoned them to the ceremony. Now she was naked again; the only thing she wore was her camera. "The sun is setting," she said. "At last, I can be dressed the way a slavegirl should. Mona is busy with Bob but she asked me to take you to the party. She bade me remind you -- strict rules once we leave this floor." Christine led the girls to Bob's outdoor-party place. She took them to a lawn at one side of the clearing and commanded them, with sign language, to sit down on their heels. Then she waved goodbye and melted into the background, preparing to take pictures. Several native people were busy at the fire-pits and a lovely smell of food was emanating from these pits. Linda could see that low tables had been set between the pits, facing the sea. Brad was busy adjusting a spotlight that was directed on a throne-like chair in front of the pits and Louise was everywhere, checking the arrangements. The guests started to arrive, seating themselves on benches in front of the chair. Everybody seemed to have been invited. Linda recognized Lisa and the other senior staff members, Sue and the pilots, Peter and Susan in company with a young woman she didn't know, and the crew of M/S. Dreamscapes. Many village people were also coming led by their Elders. Gurangala was there with his wife Boobo, My and Berengo -- and Peo. He saw Linda and waved at her but under the strict rules she couldn't wave back. Last of all came Bob with Mona. He was wearing an embroidered robe, looking like an ancient king, and their Mistress wore a strict and elegant dress-suit. Bob was standing by his chair and raised his arms. "Welcome dear friends," he said, "tonight the final part of my dream of Paradise Island will come true. As most of you know, I have hired slavegirls to serve and entertain us. Mistress Mona here has trained these girls and they have all accomplished their training honourably. It is now my pleasure to adopt these girls." He seated himself on the chair and told Mona, "Mistress, let the ceremony begin." "Betty, come here!" she commanded. Betty rose and went to stand before the chair. "Betty, do you accept this service to me by your own free will?" Bob asked formally. "Yes, Sir, I do," Betty replied solemnly. "Then, kneel before me," Bob continued and Betty knelt. "Do you swear to obey me in all things, as stipulated in your contract?" He asked. "Yes, Sir, I do so swear," she answered. Bob put his hands on the kneeling girl's head and said, "Then I hereby adopt you as my slavegirl, Betty. Rise and sit on my lap." "Yes, Master," she replied and obeyed his first command. Bob fondled her naked body for a while, and then he told her to sit on the ground beside his chair. The same procedure was repeated for the other girls. One by one, they were called to kneel before Bob and swear that they would serve him, he adopted them, and they sat on his lap to be fondled. When it was Linda's turn to sit on Bob's lap, she discovered that he was naked beneath the robe and she could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against her pussy. Linda became very wet and she longed for Bob's cock to enter her but (too) soon he stopped fondling her and told her to sit down with the other girls. Last of all, Ingrid was called before Bob to make her oath and to sit on his lap, and this time he opened his robe and fucked her until they both came together; the guests applauded and Christine's camera whirred. The other girls looked at Ingrid with a tiny bit of envy as the flushed and panting girl sat down beside them -- but that feeling was overshadowed by the happiness they felt for her. After he had recovered, Bob told the girls to stand before him. They formed a semicircle and assumed the First position. Bob looked fondly at them and said, "Girls, your former Mistress has told me about the rules she was using. I agree with her and uphold them with one exception; from now on you are always free to speak without asking for my permission if I don't tell you otherwise -- and you are free to call me Bob, even in public, everyone else does." "Thank you Master, thank you Bob," they replied. He smiled at them and said," Tomorrow, your service to me begins in earnest and Michelle will assign your tasks. Tonight, you are guests of honour and will eat at my table." He rose from his chair and called out, "Friends, the food is waiting. Let's tug in on it before it gets cold." The girls mingled freely with the guests and answered many questions. They also received plenty of kisses and hugs, and more intimate caresses. Linda went to Peo and embraced him. "You did a great job my Love," he praised her, hugging and kissing her. "Yes, it was great my Love," she told him, "but it made me wet. Oh Peo, I long for you!" "We have to wait a little while longer my Love," he replied with a broad grin and led her to the table. They sat down beside Peo's parents and siblings. "You look gorgeous Linda," Boobo told her. "She looks hot, mother," the irrepressible My giggled. "I bet that she is wet between her legs." "My!" her father said with faked sternness, "Mind your manners! Don't say so -- not at the table." "My is right," Linda giggled, "I'm hot, and I can hardly wait for the dinner to be over so I can be alone with my Love." Peo kissed her again and they all laughed and started eating. *** It turned out that Linda wouldn't be granted her wish. The feast was long and merry and it was late when it drew to an end. Bob rose and said, "All good things must end sooner or later. Thank you again, my friends, for joining me in this celebration. I will now conclude my evening on the nude beach with my girls, and anyone who wish is welcome to join me." "Girls, follow me," he commanded. They followed their Master to the gate and they were accompanied by many of the guests. Peo was there, of course, keeping Linda close to his side. The rest of Peo's family was there too -- together with Mona, Louise and Lisa, Christine (sans camera), Brad and Anne, and many others. To Linda's surprise, Peter also joined the company. "Now is my chance to do what I have been longing for since I first saw you," he told Linda. "Wait your turn, old buck," Peo laughed and kissed Linda, "I'm first in line." "Take off everything, friends," Bob told the guests and discarded his robe. "Beyond this gate you must be as naked as newborn babies." A fervent activity commenced when all the gusts started to undress. Finally, everyone was naked and Bob opened the gate. Linda grabbed Peo's rigid cock with her hand and led him that way to the beach. She pushed him down on his back and mounted him. "Come on my Love!" she cried. "Fuck me! I cannot wait any longer." "Help, she is raping me!" Peo joked, but he was a willing victim and stated to move his hips to counter her thrusts with his own. Linda was very hot; she came almost immediately with a great cry, collapsing on top of her lover. Peo turned Linda on her back and continued to fuck her in a slow rhythm until they came together and she could feel his throbbing cock spurting hot cum on her cervix. Then My insisted in cleaning Linda's pussy by licking it, which pushed her over the brink again. When she had recovered a little, Peter presented his stiff cock for her and she sucked it. Peter then fucked her doggy-style, giving her two more orgasms before he too came and triggered another. Then it was My's turn to clean her pussy again... While Linda was busy, the others had not been idle. Brad fucked Anne tenderly and Betty joined them. Lisa and Mona assumed the 69 position and licked each other's pussies. Karen fucked Berengo and Kayo run his father to the ground, and then she thanked Boobo by licking her pussy until the woman passed out from her multiple orgasms. Joe-Anne, Marina, Nancy, and Ruth reacquainted themselves with Umptole's companions, showing them that the girls had forgotten nothing of the Fine Art of pleasing men. Bob made love to Ingrid, until Christine interrupted them. "This is unfair Ingrid," she bantered. "You have already fucked Bob once tonight -- I'm leaving tomorrow and I demand that you lend him to me. I refuse to leave without being fucked, at least once, by Bob." Ingrid giggled with her friend and dismounted Bob's cock. "It's all yours Christine. I will have to be content with his mouth for a while. It's a great sacrifice -- but anything for my friend," she joked and sat down on Bob's face. "Thank you Ingrid, best of friends," Christine giggled and sat down on Bob's cock. He soon gave both girls their orgasms with his tongue and with his cock. Then Christine's pulsating vagina, which milked his stiff cock, brought him to the point of no return and he came with a shout of joy. The two girls embraced and kissed on top of his exhausted body. "Thank you Ingrid. Thank you very much for the loan, it was great," Christine panted with Bob's softening cock still within her. "You are welcome, dear friend," Ingrid panted in return. "You are as kind as you are beautiful, my little slave," Bob told Ingrid tenderly when the other girl had left them. "Nonsense, Bob, my darling Master," Ingrid giggled and kissed him. "It was a temporary loan and I will get my share of your cock, once I get this limp thing to stand straight again," she continued and commenced eagerly with her task... *** It was very late when the tired, but satisfied, slavegirls stumbled to their rooms, falling into their beds and deep, dreamless slumber. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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