Paradise Island - Ingrid's Tale, part 2 of 4



Chapter 6 -- Karin (and Bob)

"What happened with you and Karin?" Jenny asked the next day. "I
mean -- she was your closest chum -- wasn't she jealous when you
and Ruth became lovers?" "You are certainly perceptive, Jenny",
Ingrid commended her. "Yes, I suppose she felt a bit neglected
when I became occupied with Ruth. But she was very upset with
Mona's harsh punishment of Ruth too and she supported me fully in
my decision to help the poor girl. At first, she didn't know any
details of what I did -- but she knew me almost better than I did
myself, so she soon deduced most of it." 

Ingrid sighed and continued. "However, Karin had another problem
-- and it is the theme of the first part of my tale today. I'm
afraid it's another horror story -- even if it ends well." Ingrid
paused and smiled at Jenny who looked a bit apprehensive -- she
was very empathetic and identified readily with Ingrid's friends.
"But the first part leads directly to second -- and you will like
that part, Jenny -- it concerns my first close encounter with
Bob." Jenny face lit up with a dimple-showing grin, as she leaned
back in her recliner, prepared to listen to another exciting
tale...

***

As I told you, I became concerned about Karin almost from our
first day at the camp. When we other girls overcame our initial
shock and started to enjoy our training, Karin seemed to react in
the opposite way. The first night, she was strong and positive
and she tried to cheer me up when I feared that we had made a bad
mistake. However, the following days she seemed to withdraw into
herself -- and her nightmares became, if anything, worse as the
days progressed.

Ruth's punishment was a severe shock for all of us -- but I think
Karin was the girl who handled it best. Immediately after the
awful climax, I was totally occupied with my efforts to help Ruth
-- but I was happy to see that the resolution gladdened Karin as
much as anyone. For a short while she was 'the old Karin' again
-- she was more positive and she seemed to come out of her shell.
When Mona told her tale afterwards, Karin was genuinely
interested in Mona's experience as a slavegirl and she had a lot
of questions.

However, when Mona left us in the afternoon to look for Linda,
who hadn't returned from the village, Karin gradually became
withdrawn again. Close to suppertime, I spied her, walking alone
at the beach, and I decided to join her and ask her what was
wrong. Karin was glad to have my company; she was reluctant to
talk about her problem but I prodded her gently, and gradually
she started to tell me. She admitted that she was troubled but
she didn't understand the cause -- she thought it could be
something from her early childhood. As I told you before, Jenny,
Karin grew up in a foster-family and didn't remember her
biological parents -- but now she had dark, enigmatic flashes of
something that might be memories of her earliest childhood.
"Ingrid, I don't know that it's memories -- it could be dark
fantasies -- but these flashes scare me and I don't understand
them", she said.

I thought about something consoling to say but I was distracted
by Nancy who called out that supper was ready. Consequently, we
returned to the camp and joined the others.

***

Linda returned and we started to question her -- then Mona was
standing there, smiling at us. Her smile was the only thing she
wore -- she looked exactly like the slavegirl she once was. Linda
told us her tale during supper and it turned out that she had
quite an adventure. First, she delivered Mona's message to the
doctor -- and Mona claimed (with a giggle) that she was sure that
'poor Peter' got a hard-on as the result of Linda's visit. Then,
Linda was cross-examined by an inquisitive nine-years-old native
girl, Nola. When she escaped from that ordeal, she ran into her
not-so-secret lover Peo, and then Mona had found her. It turned
out that they had taken a bath together before returning to the
camp. I had a feeling that there was a big hole in the tale and I
decided to ask Linda about it later -- but the events later that
evening made it slip from my mind.

After supper, Mona told us to pair up for a lesson in girl-sex
('The Fine Art of Pleasing Women' as she called it). Nancy
protested that she wasn't lesbian but Mona only gave her a mild
rebuke, and then an explanation why it was necessary for us to
learn this art. What a difference compared with her treatment of
Linda when she protested the first day -- our mistress had really
changed her ways. (Nancy rapidly changed her views about girl-sex
too when she'd tried it -- she realized, as I did with Lena at
the nurse school, that it wasn't necessary to be lesbian to
appreciate it.)

Unsurprisingly, Ruth eagerly asked me to be her partner -- we
grew close during her ordeal and she wanted to thank me 'the
proper way'. I could see that Karin was disappointed -- my heart
really went out to her when she became the only girl left-over
when the others paired up. However, Mona solved my dilemma by
pairing up with Karin for the exercise. She would use Karin to
demonstrate what to do, and then Karin could do her 'a return
favour'.

***

Mona was a real expert in this 'art' -- and she soon had Karin
completely at her mercy. Karin was so aroused in the end that it
only took a light flick of Mona's tongue to send her crashing
into a huge orgasm, and another, and... We watched Mona's
performance in rapt fascination and I understood why she called
it an art -- it really was an art in her hands (and other body
parts). Finally, Karin passed out from exhaustion and Mona told
us to practice what we learnt. Ruth did an excellent job on me --
I didn't pass out (I think) but I was not far from it. 

Mona let us rest for a few minutes to recover our breath, and
then she told us to switch. Licker became lickee and the air was
soon filled with moans and cries again. I was busy, returning
favour to Ruth when I heard a strange cry. I ignored it first,
having more urgent business at hand, but it was immediately
followed by an angry shout "Jag ska dda dig!" (I will kill you)
that was repeated before I had time to turn around and look. I
will never forget the sight before my eyes -- Karin was sitting
on top of Mona's body with her hands round the mistress' throat.
Karin's eyes shone with madness and her face was a white mask of
fury. Mona's face was purple and she appeared to be unconscious.


***

I cried for help, and we finally, managed to tear Karin from
Mona's body. She collapsed in my lap, shaking and sobbing
uncontrollably. Then, Karin began to babble in Swedish and I
listened in increasing horror -- it was fragmentary and
unconnected but it was clear to me that Karin was reliving
episodes from her early childhood. I have no stomach to repeat
anything she said -- it's enough to say that Karin was abused,
physically, emotionally, and sexually, in the worst imaginable
way -- every day, almost from birth, and by her own mother.

I was preoccupied with Karin and didn't pay much attention to the
others, but I learned later that they managed to rescue Mona and
that Linda sent Joe-Anne to get help. Then, Mona came to us and
ordered me to leave her alone with Karin. I was reluctant to do
so -- Mona was still weak from her ordeal and Karin was still
unstable, and I thought that she might renew her attack on Mona.
However, the worst was over -- Karin cried a lot and begged Mona
to forgive her, which Mona of course did when she learned a
little about the abuse. However, it was evident that Karin
couldn't stay on Paradise Island -- she needed professional help
with her problems.

A little later, a husky native man brought Joe back, thinking
that she was trying to escape. (This was the first time I saw any
evidence that we were watched at the camp -- Mona told us that
the first day but I didn't believe it.) The situation was soon
rectified and Mona sent me to accompany Karin to the guesthouse.
The man, his name was Brog, escorted us there, I told Johanna
what had happened, and she called Dr. Cardin ('poor Peter'). He
arrived presently, gave Karin a shot -- a sedative, I think --
and she fell asleep. Then he questioned me carefully and I told
him about the abuse of Karin. He looked curiously at my naked
body. Mona gave me permission to dress if I wished but I was
determined not to -- I was a slavegirl and slavegirls were stark
naked, everywhere and all the time. He asked if I wanted
something to sleep on too, but I thanked him and said that I
didn't think that it was necessary. Then, he left but promised to
return the next day and talk with Karin.

Afterwards, Johanna and I talked a little and I told her about my
decision to remain naked. She smiled at me and said that she
understood, but that I could always change my mind later if I
wished. We said goodnight and I went to my old room. It was
strange to lie in a bed again and thoughts about the dramatic
events filled my head. However, it was late, the bed was soft,
and I was tired -- I soon fell into a dreamless slumber.

***

Karin was already in the dining room, eating breakfast, when I
got there. She was dressed in shorts and t-shirt, having decided
(correctly, I believe) that she should stop acting like a
slavegirl at once. I was naked, needless to say, and I decided
that I should treat her like a 'known woman' according to Mona's
rules. "Good morning, Mam" I greeted her and curtsied. Karin's
eyes widened and were filled with a mixture of astonishment and
dismay. "Ingrid!" she exclaimed. "Please, don't do this to me --
it's hard enough for me to prepare to leave you and this lovely
island without you teasing me." 

I was a little shamefaced -- but only a little -- with this
rebuke, and I stubbornly maintained my role (calling her 'Mam' in
every other sentence). I explained that while she wasn't a
slavegirl any more, I was -- and then 'Mam' was her correct
title. Karin shook her head in annoyance, "What shall I do with
you, Ingrid?" she sighed, "you're hopeless!" She wanted me to
dress too and stop acting like a slave -- and I was determined to
continue. However, in the end we kissed and compromised -- I
could remain being naked if I insisted on it, but I would act
like her friend and not like a slave. (That's what I intended to
do anyhow -- it conformed to Mona's new relaxed rules. The main
reason for my naughty charade was my happiness with Karin. She
seemed to be her 'old self' again -- a good night's rest had done
wonders to her.)

We ate breakfast together and talked a little about her plans for
the future. Karin thought it better to leave as soon as possible
and, maybe, it was better to return to Finland for a while. She
longed for her foster-family and thought that their loving
support would make it easier to come to terms with her awful
memories. "My memories are not so overwhelming right now but I
fear that they will surface again, and again -- until I can
exorcise them," she said, looking pensive for a moment. Then she
smiled her old cheerful smile -- and it made me warm with relief
to see it on her face again.

Johanna entered the room when we were finished with breakfast and
told us that Peter would come after lunch, and that Lisa wanted
to see us tomorrow at Bob's house. Karin and I spent the free
time at the pool, relaxing and talking. We talked mostly about
our mutual friends in London and similar safe subjects -- I felt
that Karin needed to put some distance to the previous evening
and her memories before she was ready to talk about them. 

***

Peter came after lunch, as he had promised. He and Karin went to
Karin's room for a talk and they stayed there for nearly two
hours. Meanwhile, I talked with My, who had finished her chores
for the moment. She was very interested in our training in
general, and, particularly, how her friend Joe-Anne was faring.
Before Peter left, he asked me to come to the clinic in the next
few days for a medical check-up. "I checked your companions
earlier today -- and it was quite an experience," he said
somewhat wistfully.

We had dinner together with Johanna and when it was time to go to
bed, Karin asked me to share her bed. "I want to cuddle with you,
Ingrid", she said.

***

We woke up in each others arms the next morning. We showered
together and Karin dressed. After breakfast, we set out together
to Bob's manor house to meet Lisa -- Karin wearing a dress, and
myself wearing a smile. We passed through the village and I was
ogled by several young (and not so young) men. I almost started
to have second thoughts about my nudity -- but being naked like
this and stared at was something that I must grow used to sooner
or later (and it was a great turn-on too). I managed to smile
gracefully at the onlookers and most of them smiled back at me.
After the first minutes, my unease evaporated, but my turn-on
remained -- my pussy was getting wet.

We left the village behind. Karin knew the way; she led me to a
gate and through a garden to Bob's house. It looked like a small
fairytale castle, reminding me of the castle Cinderella went to
the ball in -- maybe my case was similar, but I, at least, didn't
have to worry about loosing my fancy gown at the stroke of
midnight. 

***

We entered the house and Karin said hello to Tina, a native young
woman she met the previous time she visited Lisa, and Tina said
that Lisa expected us. Tina looked curiously at me and Karin
presented me to her. I told Tina that I was 'dressed' the way I
was because I was one of Bob's slavegirls and she nodded -- she
had heard about us. Actually, the difference between my way of
dressing and hers was not great -- she wore only a tiny
loincloth. We went up the stairs, into a corridor, and knocked on
a door. Lisa opened the door and told us to enter. She had
obviously talked with Johanna because she didn't seem to be
surprised at all by my attire. We sat down in Lisa's sofa, and I
helped Karin to relate what had happened yesterday evening -- and
the abuse of Karin when she was a small child. Actually, I had to
tell Lisa most about the second subject -- most of Karin's
memories appeared to have submerged into her subconscious again.

During our talk, Bob entered the room -- and I swear that he
blushed like a schoolboy when he saw me. He looked everywhere but
at me and stammered something about returning later, and then he
beat a hasty retreat. Lisa smiled impishly at me, "Oh dear! I
think you shocked him, Ingrid", she said, "Bob planned the whole
slavegirl thing with a little help from me and Mona, but he
hasn't grown used to it yet -- he will, eventually, I'm sure." We
giggled together, and then we continued with the business at
hand. Lisa and Karin started to discuss Karin's travel plans and
after a while I asked to be excused -- I felt that I had little
to contribute to this talk and I wanted to see more of Bob's
'castle' instead. Lisa suggested that I asked Tina to show me
around and bring me back for lunch.

***

I found Tina downstairs and she was eager to show me the sights.
We walked through several very nice rooms, and then we took on a
tour in the garden. Then it was time for lunch, which we had
together with Lisa and Louise, an American woman a few years
older than me. Lisa invited us for dinner, she told us that Bob
would also be there, and she told us to relax until then. She
smiled at Karin and told her not to worry. "I'm sure that Bob and
I will find a good deal for you, my dear", she said.

We spent the afternoon at the pool on the backside of the house
together with Louise, and, after a while, Tina. Karin promptly
removed her clothes, and Tina was already naked when she arrived
a little later, but Louise wore a bikini under her dress and kept
it on. She told us that she loved to bask in the in the sun and
that she often spent her free time at the pool, but she was too
shy to be naked. She was amazed that I could walk around stark
naked without being embarrassed at all, and I told her a little
about my upbringing. She found my story fascinating and Tina
added that my upbringing was similar to that of the native
children. It turned out the children didn't get their first
clothing until they entered puberty -- and that nobody raised an
eyebrow if they went naked even afterwards. There was simply no
body taboo at all in their culture.

Finally, Louise excused herself and Tina brought us to a
guestroom to let us freshen up and rest a little before dinner.

***

The dinner was in a formal setting -- and I was in formal skin.
This time Bob looked at me and managed not to blush. I was seated
opposite him and I looked deep into his wonderful eyes -- I must
confess that I blushed a few times myself. We didn't talk
business during the dinner but afterwards we seated ourselves in
a lounge and Lisa told Karin that she would help her to find a
good psychoanalyst in Finland -- she had an extensive net of
contacts in Europe and she would pass the task to them. Bob
interjected that he would take the tab -- he felt partly guilty
for Karin's problem, he said. Then Bob showed what a generous
person he was when he added that Karin would get her termination
bonus -- $ 300 000! "You, didn't quit voluntarily, Karin", he
said, "and I certainly didn't fire you. You have to end your
contract due to no fault of yours, and the bonus is yours by
right." Karin was overjoyed and embraced him. I did the same and
I went one step further -- I pressed my naked body close to his
and kissed him on the mouth.

A little later I found myself on Bob's lap -- and I went many
steps further. It started with that Bob caressed me everywhere,
and I was so hot already that I soon came -- right there on his
lap, and in front of Lisa and Karin who cheered and applauded.
Then, I noticed that Bob was hard. I can still hardly believe
that I dared to do what I did next -- I knelt before him and gave
him a blowjob. I think Bob was impressed -- he embraced me, gave
me a kiss that almost made me come again, and called me 'my
darling slavegirl'.

***

Later in our room, Karin called me a shameless slut but she
wished me luck with Bob. "I think you made a beachhead in his
heart today -- if you carry on, you may bag him, who knows", she
added with a cordial laugh and kissed me. Then Karin surprised me
by begging me to let her make love to me. My concern must have
shown, because she laughed at me again and assured me that she
wouldn't strangle me -- no matter what. "I have come over my
shock of my memories -- and I think making love to you is a way
to start exorcising them", she claimed. 

This was the first time we made love for real -- and probably the
first time Karin went through with girl-sex (voluntarily, that
is). She was not as skilled as Ruth, but she was enthusiastic
enough -- she gave me two orgasms before it was my turn to
'return favour'. We fell asleep, closely embraced.

***

The next morning, we said goodbye to our hosts and returned to
the guesthouse. We stopped at the medical clinic and Peter gave
me my check-up. Susan took me aside and gave me a shot in the
buttock -- a long-lasting contraceptive it turned out to be. She
smiled amusedly at me and told me that she was a midwife but it
wouldn't do for me to become pregnant right now. The image of
carrying Bob's child flashed to my mind, arousing me almost to my
climax. Susan glanced curiously at me but she didn't comment.

I stayed several days at the guesthouse with Karin before it was
time for her to leave and we talked a lot. Now she could handle
her memories better, and she wanted to share them with me. It was
upsetting to hear about her awful experiences, but I could
readily see that it helped Karin to talk about them. We also made
love regularly and sometimes My joined us. Karin seemed to enjoy
or girl-sex as much as I did -- her exorcism was well under way.

Late in the afternoon the last day, we returned to the camp and
had supper with Mona and the slavegirls. Karin told them the tale
of her early childhood and then the others showed us what they
had learnt in our absence. It was evident that I had a lot to
catch up with and we had some very exiting sex together. Among
other things, Karin finished 'returning favour' to Mona, and I
was fucked doggy-style by Ruth, who was wearing a strap-on. We
slept on the grass with the others, including Mona.

***

"The next morning, Karin returned to the guesthouse to pack and
catch her flight home, but I stayed at the camp and tried to
catch up with the others -- but that is the theme for tomorrow's
tale", Ingrid concluded.

"You are a big tease, Granny!" Jenny protested. "You cannot leave
me at another cliff-hanger. What happened to Karin? Tell me that
at least!" she demanded. Ingrid chuckled at the frustrated Jenny
and relented. "Well -- Karin's fate was quite remarkable, and it
is almost worth a chapter of its own in my memoirs. It's getting
late but I will give you a short synopsis, Jenny," she replied.
"Karin returned to Finland and went to a psychoanalyst. Her
therapy took a long time and she told me later that it was
arduous when her memories surfaced -- she had to give up sex
completely the worst periods. However, she managed to exorcise
her dead biological mother at last. As a part of her therapy, she
underwent full slavegirl training with Mona for one year but she
didn't stay in D/s. She became a psychoanalyst herself,
specializing on sexual abuse and helping other victims like her.
She married and had children and then she drifted out of my keen
-- I hope she lived happily ever after," Ingrid finished her
tale.


Chapter 7 -- Advanced training

"So, let's hear about your further training, Granny", Jenny told
Ingrid when they met the next afternoon. "Did you catch up with
the others -- and what happened?" she asked eagerly. Ingrid
chuckled, "Yes, I think so -- but they had learnt a lot, as they
tried to show me the same evening I returned to the camp. And --
I continued to learn new things at an amazing pace," Ingrid said
and started her tale...

***

It started almost as soon as I woke up the next morning. Ruth
insisted that I should use the depilatory cream again, claiming
that Mona would punish me if she saw the hairs that were
beginning to grow back on my pussy. The cream was efficient, but
it still had its side effect -- my pussy tingled again. Ruth took
advantage of my state -- and this time a really passed out as the
result. I was awakened by Karin's wild screams of pleasure -- it
turned out that Ruth gave her pussy the same treatment (both
cream and after-treatment). We rinsed off and returned, with
smooth pussies and shaky legs, for breakfast -- and the other
girls, including Mona, smiled knowingly at us.

After breakfast, I took a tearful farewell of Karin -- and she
had barely disappeared behind a bend of the path when a native
man came to our camp. It was Peo's father (Gurangala) and he and
Mona went for a private talk in her hut. They returned presently
and told us what it was about -- and I had my first news of the
missing part of Linda's adventure. It turned out that she was
almost raped by a gang of young men at her trip to the village.
Umptole, the leader of the gang, was exiled from the island but
his companions, who had not participated actively in the rape
attempt, had 'merely' been spanked by Mona -- and then they had
then been treated like children for the last week. Gurangala was
now planning to reinitiate them as adults -- he needed our camp
for three days for their rituals.

Glory Be! We were going to visit Bob's house meanwhile. I would
meet Bob again -- my pussy became wet with anticipation. We
collected our sex toys and other assorted items and put them in
Mona's hut, and then we left our camp. Halfway to the village, we
met Umptole's companions -- herded the other way by two native
girls in their own age who teased them cruelly. The 'boys' were
stark naked and their bodies below their necks were completely
hairless, as if they were prepubescent children -- they looked
extremely embarrassed. I guessed that a certain cream was the
cause of their hairlessness -- and that they would never forget
their lesson.

***

Mona told us that we would be 'on display' when we reached Bob's
house and that the 'strict' rules, therefore, applied unless she
told us otherwise. Consequently we marched though the village and
to Bob's house in silence. Tina met us and fetched her boss
(Michelle), and we greeted her in slave fashion. Then, Tina
showed us our rooms in a part of the house I hadn't seen before.
The rooms were smaller and plainer than the guestroom Karin and I
shared, but I noticed that the others were delighted -- they were
used to sleeping outdoors on the ground, and now two of us would
share a room with beds and its own bathroom with a shower. Ruth
and I shared a room and we showered together. Ruth tried her bed
with a satisfied sigh but I took the opportunity to talk with
Tina while we waited for the others to return.

Tina brought us back and we presented ourselves to Louise who had
joined Mona and Michelle in our absence. Louise looked rather
overwhelmed, and not a little embarrassed, by our slave-style
greetings -- she told me later that it was the first time ever
anybody called her 'Mam', and it was quit a shock to hear it
repeated by ten stark naked women who were only slightly younger
than she was. (She didn't stay 'Mam' for long -- and, eventually
she became a slavegirl herself, but more about that later)

Mona told us that Bob and Lisa and invited us for dinner, and
then she took us on a tour of Bob's garden. We ended up at the
pool and everybody, including Mona, skinny-dipped. We were
basking in the sun when Brad, one of Bob's staff-members, walked
in on us. To say that he was surprised by the sight eleven stark
naked women in the sun chairs would have been the understatement
of the day. At first, he did mistake Mona for one of the
slavegirls -- and she seemed to be very pleased with it. She
joked bawdily with him -- and then Betty invented a naughty
variant of our presentation routine. It included close body
contact and a deep kiss. We others followed her lead -- and
Brad's cock made a huge tent in front of his shorts when he,
finally, left us.

***

The dinner was similar to my previous one, but afterwards the
events were simply amazing. We moved to a cosy lounge and I
immediately squirmed up in Bob's lap -- he wasn't adverse, as I
could readily feel when his cock jumped to attention against my
naked buttocks. The other girls entertained our hosts with an
improvised show, based on the Fine Art of Pleasing Women. A
stayed with my ass firmly planted on Bob's lap and with his hands
freely exploring my body -- I'm afraid I ruined his trousers with
my juices. Finally, the girls started to withdraw to their rooms
but Bob had a surprise for me -- and Linda. He asked us to follow
him and he brought us through his garden and to a small gate in
one corner.

To my delight he removed his clothes, and then he opened the gate
and told us to step through. A path led down a gentle slope and
it led to a small beach -- Bob's 'nude beach' where he had
decreed that no clothing at all was allowed. I took the
opportunity to grab Bob's rigid cock -- and he took the
opportunity to play with my stiff nipples. Occupied in that way,
we went down to the beach, followed by Linda (who probably was
quite mystified at that point). However, Bob had provided for
Linda's entertainment too -- he knew about Peo and had asked him
to wait for us at the beach. Needless to say, Linda was delighted
with her surprise -- she was fucking her lover even faster than
Bob and I managed to get started.

We fucked twice on the beach, with a moonshine swim in-between,
before Peo returned home and we returned to Bob's house. Once
there, Bob and I said goodnight to Linda and I accompanied Bob to
his bedroom. We made love a third time before we fell asleep in
each others arms.

My memory of the next two days -- and nights -- is a bit hazy. I
spent some time with the other girls and we met several of Bob's
employees. However, I spent a lot of time with Bob too. I'm
afraid Ruth had to sleep alone in the room I shared with her -- I
spent the nights with Bob, sharing his bed.

***

When it was time for us to return to our camp for the continued
training, I was deeply in love with Bob -- and it was almost
unbearable leave him. However, I consoled myself with the fact
that I had won his heart (bagged him in Karin's vulgar
terminology) and that he loved me as much as I loved him. It was
only a short time left until we were to be 'adopted' by Bob and
he would be my master in all ways -- not only the master of my
heart.

We returned to the camp late in the afternoon and the 'boys' had
a large bonfire going. They would hold a luau (party --
Polynesian style) in our honour. First, they lined up and
apologized to Linda, asking her to forgive them their 'unmanly
deed' when they didn't help her during the rape-attempt. Linda
did that -- and more -- and they replied with a nine-fold erect
penis salute. The luau was fantastic and the 'wine' Gurangala
brought was pure dynamite -- I became quite tipsy. At the end of
the feast, Gurangala called for attention and formally gave back
the boys' manhood, and they accepted their ceremonial loincloths
solemnly. The solemn mood didn't last many seconds and it was
replaced in an orgy of kisses and embraces -- I was quite ready
to proceed to serious lovemaking, and I was somewhat disappointed
that Gurangala interrupted the proceedings with a new call for
attention. However, it turned out that I would get my 'real' orgy
too -- Mona asked for the young men's help in teaching us 'The
Fine Art of Pleasing Men' -- for a whole week (wow!).

***

The next seven days became the most intense and educational
experience in my whole life. I was a little reluctant at first
(when sober) because I wanted to be true to Bob -- but I soon
realized that learning this amazing 'art', as well as I was able,
was my best possible gift to him. Mona started our first lesson,
using one of the men to show what to do, but Kayo, a girl from
Nagoya, soon took over the show. She had been an apprentice
Geisha -- she claimed that she had to quit because she was not
'skilful enough'. I cannot believe it -- if she wasn't skilful
enough in this art I cannot imagine what she lacked. My best
efforts up to that point was like a commercial jingle compared
with an immortal symphony -- she really played the men's bodies
like musical instruments and she could exhaust all nine of them,
one after the other, if she wished (she actually did it once to
show us she could -- and none of the men were good for anything
useful the next hour or so).

I never matched her skill, but I approached it -- Bob was very
pleased with his gift, indeed, when I had the opportunity to show
him what I had learnt.

***

Not all our lessons were sexual in nature. Partly as a result of
the attack on Linda, Mona decided that we should learn how to
defend ourselves. "Hulk" Johnson (the chief of Bob's police)
brought their unarmed combat expert -- a native woman named Ona
-- to teach us how. Ona was simply amazing -- she knew all the
'dirty tricks' in the book (and probably several more that had
never been written) and Hulk freely admitted that she never would
dare to fight the woman 'for real' When they left our camp, I
felt confident that I could 'take' a man twice my weight and
strength if I had to. I never had to use my skill but this
knowledge served a wonderful 'security blanket'.

***

Our training with Mona was approaching its end when something
happened that felt like a sudden bucket of ice-water for my mood
-- Christine had to leave us, and she was devastated. It turned
out that her skin was too sensitive to be naked on Paradise
Island -- Peter called her condition 'dysplastic nevi', meaning
that her freckles could turn into malignant melanomas if she was
exposed to the sun. Consequently, she had to quit -- the day
before our 'adoption'. We were very sad for Christine but Mona
left us too -- when she returned she was in a very good mood, and
she cheered us up. She refused to tell what she had learnt, but
she claimed enigmatically that 'a little bird had chirped to her'
that Christine would 'come out ahead of us'.

***

"Thus, we went to sleep in a much lighter mood, wondering what
Mona was hinting at ... and so must you, Jenny, because here
finishes my tale for tonight," Ingrid concluded. "Oh, No!" Jenny
exclaimed. "Another cliff-hanger -- you cannot do this to me"
However, this time Ingrid was adamant in her refusal to tell the
frustrated girl anything more. Jenny resigned to her fate but she
muttered something about sadistic 'fairy grandmothers' under her
breath when she left.


Chapter 8 -- Darling Bob

The next afternoon, Jenny had forgiven Ingrid -- and she was
eager to hear the next chapter in Ingrid's continuing tale.
Ingrid saw that the girl was almost bursting with curiosity --
she started her tale without further ado. 

***

We had breakfast at the camp for the last time and Mona thanked
us for our patience with her training, and she praised us for our
excellent results. It was very like graduation from school and my
eyes were brimming over with tears -- a condition I shared with
all the others, including Mona. We returned our thanks to Mona
'in the proper way', led by Linda. When we were finished, Mona
was lying unconscious on the ground and her body was drenched in
sweat. We rested for a while, giving Mona time to recover, and
then we rinsed off in the sea and went to Bob's house.

We arrived at noon and Mona led us to the pool where we would
have lunch, picnic style. The adoption ceremony was scheduled to
take place later that evening and we would have free time until
then. The servants arrived with the food presently -- and
Christine arrived with them. She was fully dressed, of course,
but she forestalled our attempts to call her 'Mam', claiming that
she remained a slavegirl until after the ceremony -- and that she
would 'dress properly' as soon as the sun set. Christine was in
an amazingly good mood when she joined us for lunch, and the
cause soon became apparent -- Bob had appointed her to photograph
the adoption ceremony (she was a professional photographer) and
she would receive one million for the job (together with her pay
and termination bonus for her time as Bob's slavegirl). Thus,
Christine received half the sum we would get eventually, but she
would get her reward for one month's job, instead of our four
years -- she would, indeed, 'come out ahead of us' and she was
planning to start her own business when she returned to England.
I was amazed by Bob's generosity, and my love of him grew even
deeper than before -- if possible.

***

Christine wanted to photograph us at the pool and asked for
Mona's permission. Mona's reply was to place us under Christine's
command and the photo-session that followed was hot and explicit,
indeed. Needless to say, Christine knew exactly what we had
trained, being a participant in the training herself. She really
put us through the wringer -- and Mona was soon caught in the
events too. After this veritable orgy in 'The Fine Art of
Pleasing Women', we were exhausted and our free time until the
ceremony had shrunken considerably -- I spent most of it asleep
on the bed in my room, and I think most of the others did the
same.

***

Shortly before the start of the ceremony, Christine, clad solely
in her camera, fetched us. We had rehearsed for several days and
I knew pretty well what would happen. Nevertheless, Louise had
put her soul into the preparations and she made a grand
production of it. The preparations were in full fling, including
the preparations for a luau, when we arrived at Bob's 'outdoor
party place' in the garden and Christine told us (with signs) to
sit down, Indian style, on a lawn beside a throne-like chair. Our
adoption ceremony was, naturally, the ultimate of us 'being on
display' -- we would be under the 'strict rules' throughout.
Christine left us and prepared to document the ceremony, as the
guest started to arrive.

Everyone seemed to have been invited, and soon a crowd was
gathered in front of the chair and us. They stared at us and I
could hear their curious comments -- and discussion of our
assets. I had never been ogled like this in my entire life before
and the impact was tremendous -- I felt like a specimen under the
microscope. It was extremely embarrassing to sit on display like
this, but it was an extremely potent turn-on too -- my pussy
started to open and my fluids gushed -- and the knowledge that
anyone who cared to look (and they were many) could readily
appreciate my arousal didn't help at all...

***

A half-strangled, but loud and long, moan from Jenny interrupted
Ingrid's tale and she waited for the girl to recover somewhat
from her orgasm before she continued...

***

I sat like that, trying to keep my mounting arousal in check, for
an indeterminate time -- loosing ground to my impending orgasm
all the time. When, at last, I felt that I couldn't contain
myself any longer, I was saved by the bell. An expectant murmur
rose from the crowd, and soon I saw the cause -- My darling was
coming together with my mistress. I hardly recognized him because
of the regal finery he was wearing. Bob had told me that his
dream since childhood was to be the king of a tropical island
like this, and now he really looked the part -- a wise and
powerful king from a fairytale (Cinderella, maybe). My mistress
also looked very different -- I was used to seeing her wearing
little or no clothing, but now she was dressed like an efficient
and elegant businesswoman.

Bob greeted the assembled guests and told them the purpose of the
ceremony. Then, he sat down on his throne and told Mona to begin.
She called us, one by one, to kneel in front of Bob and swear
that we would serve him loyally. He then put his hands on the
head of the kneeling girl and adopted her. Finally, Bob told his
new slavegirl to sit on his lap for some intimate caresses. It
was very formal and stylized but I could see that most of my
companions were almost as aroused as I was. 

***

Ingrid paused momentarily -- "I'm certain that Bob's robes needed
a throughout dry-cleaning afterwards", she mused and Jenny
tittered. Then she continued with her tale...

***

I was the last girl to be adopted, and my knees were so wobbly
that I could hardly walk the few steps to the throne when it was
my turn. To my utter delight, Bob opened his robes and fucked me
when it was my turn to sit on his lap. I was dimly aware of the
cheering crowd and Christine's camera in action -- talk about a
hard-core porn debut. I was so aroused that I came within
seconds, almost passing out from the force of my climax. Bob came
too and I could feel his sperm entering the core of my being.

When Bob had recovered, he told us to line up before him and laid
down the rules. They were quite relaxed; we were allowed to talk
without his permission and he wanted us to call him Bob like
everybody else -- 'Master' was reserved for formal occasions
only. We thanked him in chorus, first formally (calling him
'Master'), and then a second time (calling him 'Bob'). Then it
was time for the luau; I sat at Bob's side, playing his slave and
feeding him titbits whenever he opened his mouth. He fed me in a
similar fashion too and I had an opportunity to replenish my
strength.

It was a good thing I did, because at the end of the meal Bob
announced that the party would continue on his 'nude beach'. He
brought all us slavegirls there, and several of the guests
accompanied us for something that turned out to be a wild orgy. I
took care of Bob, intending to use the skill I'd gained from
Kayo's teachings to 'ride him to the ground', but I had only
begun when Christine interrupted us. She claimed, jokingly, that
it was her turn to fuck Bob and that she refused to leave before
she had done it, at least once. We switched places with Christine
riding Bob's cock, and me sitting on his face -- and we came
together. Then, Christine kissed me and left me to continue what
I had started. It took some effort to get Bob ready for action
again, but I managed and got my reward -- a second orgasm for
both of us.

It was late, and we were both exhausted, when Bob and I left the
beach, last of all, and went to his bedroom. We were too tired to
make love again before we fell asleep -- but we did it, the first
thing, when we woke up the next morning.

***

The next week or so, I was living on Cloud Nine, Seventh Heaven.
I was in love with Bob -- and he was in love with me. We spent
almost all our time together, days and nights, and I hardly saw
the others. I kept Bob well satisfied and he seemed to be content
with my company alone. However, the tiny voice in the back of my
mind started nagging me -- I was hogging Bob all for myself, and
the others probably felt neglected. Moreover, what about Ruth,
sleeping all alone in the room I was supposed to share with her?
I hated what my conscience was telling me but it was right -- it
always is, damn it! Something must be done to rectify the
situation -- I had to do it, even if I hated it. One afternoon
when Bob was occupied with his computer business, I went to
Lisa's office to discuss the problem with her. 

I was sitting in her sofa, wondering how to begin, when it
suddenly struck me that Bob and Lisa must have been lovers --
Shit! Maybe she was jealous of me for displacing her. My face
must have shown something of what I thought, because Lisa laughed
cordially and told me that she didn't see me as a rival. She
confirmed that Bob and she had been lovers early in their
relationship but claimed that her feelings for Bob had changed --
she still loved him but more like a son or younger brother (she
was eight years older than Bob). They still made love
occasionally 'for old times' sake' but she felt happy for Bob and
me. "You are the best thing that could happen to him", she
claimed earnestly. Much relieved, I spilled my concerns about the
other slavegirls and Lisa agreed with me. She had been thinking
in the same line, and she had concluded that Bob must either take
an interest in the other girls too -- or fire them. I paled at
her mentioning of firing the others and Lisa smiled reassuringly
at me -- she didn't think that would be necessary, if I could
bear sharing Bob with them. 

When Bob came looking for us, we had agreed on a plan and we
presented him with 'fait accompli' -- he sighed and complained
that the women in his life were running it again, but he didn't
look too troubled with the prospect.

The 'new order' meant that each of the other girls spent about
one night every week with Bob, and that I spent about half of my
nights out of his bed. I missed him when I was away from him,
needless to say, but I think it was a good system for everybody
-- including me. It gave Bob and the other slavegirls a chance to
know each other -- and it gave me a chance to reacquaint myself
with Ruth and the others, and to participate in their 'mundane'
tasks. I think that Bob's and my brief separations kept our love
from growing stale too -- every new meeting had a freshness like
our first lovemaking.

***

As the weeks passed, we slavegirls became an integral part of
Bob's household. We found our 'mundane' niches depending on our
talents and interests. Linda helped Lisa with her tasks, Marina
became an assistant cook, Nancy and Joe-Ann worked in the garden,
etc. When I was away from Bob, I usually helped Ruth and Karen
with various domestic chores. We slavegirls rarely called anybody
'Mam' or 'Sir' anymore -- it turned out that most people,
including the senior members of Bob's staff, preferred that we
used their first names (or even nicknames) instead -- Bob had set
an example at our adoption when he allowed us to call him Bob in
public. (I often called him 'Sir' or 'Master' in private but that
was teasing -- he often spanked me for my naughtiness. I didn't
mind -- it was never hard enough to hurt, and we always ended up
making love afterwards.)

The girls also formed amorous alliances with various
staff-members and servants. The most amazing was Kayo who found a
lover in Hulk -- talk about the Beauty and the Beast. They were
often seen together and it would have seemed absurd if it hadn't
been evident that they loved each other. Linda and Nancy ganged
up with Louise and their influence was seen on her attire -- she
quit using her swimsuit at the pool and she, eventually, 'went
native' and dressed in a tiny loincloth whenever her tasks
permitted it. 

Thus, after a couple of moths, we behaved, and were treated,
exactly like the young native people who were working in Bob's
household -- except for the minimal difference in our attire, of
course. They became our close friends -- and they were almost as
interested in sex as we slavegirls were -- there were a lot of
orgies going on. 

The only staff member who remained aloof -- to the point of
remaining 'Mam' -- was Michele. On the other hand, all the native
servants -- and usually even Brad and Louise, who were
technically her equals -- called her 'Mam' too, and she took the
title as her natural right. It would take several months longer
and a most extraordinary event before that, eventually,
changed...

***

Ingrid smiled mischievously at Jenny, "I'm afraid I'm loosing my
touch -- this is the best cliff-hanger I can manage tonight.
Tomorrow I will tell you about the snake in our paradise -- and
how our handling of that snake changed Michele. "Don't worry,
Ingrid", Jenny giggled in reply. "Your cliff-hanger today is
maybe not as bad as that yesterday -- but it still makes me very
curious."


Chapter 9 -- A Snake in Paradise

Ingrid and Jenny seated themselves, as usual, in their recliners
on Ingrid's porch and Ingrid smiled mischievously at the girl.
"Say, Jenny -- Aren't you growing tired of my senile ramblings
yet?" she bantered with a chuckle. "Never!" Jenny exclaimed,
"...and, Granny, you are the most unsenile person I know. Your
tales are absolutely amazing -- they are so fascinating, and hot,
that I can hardly bear to wait for the next," she added
earnestly. Ingrid smiled fondly at the eager girl. "Well...in
that case, I've better start my tale, haven't I?" she chuckled.

***

When I look back on our idyllic life the first five months after
our adoption, it's amazing how little there is to tell about it
-- it seems almost boring in retrospect. It was something quite
different *living* through that period. I was not bored at all --
on the contrary, each new perfect day was added to the previous
in a seemingly endless succession. I felt like a pampered
princess -- a *naked* princess, that's true, and technically a
slave -- but I basked in Bob's love, and in the love of all my
other friends. Bob was a darling -- he accepted my sluttish ways
with acclamation and he wasn't jealous of my other lovers -- and
they were many -- at all. Neither was I jealous of *his* lovers
-- how could I be? -- I was the main architect behind the 'new
order', and if he managed to squeeze in Lisa or one (or several)
of the native girls too for a lovemaking session, who was I to
complain? I think our arrangement when I was Bob's slavegirl
cured us both from the poison of jealousy forever.

My first hint that everything wasn't perfect in our Paradise came
one morning when I woke up alone in Bob's bed. This was strange
-- Bob treasured our first lovemaking in the morning, and he
always wanted to 'wake me up the best way'. I went up, looking
for him -- and I found him in his study, looking sad and worried.
News from the World at large was intruding and it seemed likely
that we would be ousted from our island. A new president had been
elected in Kolonia, the capital of the Micronesian federation,
and he -- and especially a rabidly nationalistic aide of his (a
bitch named Umbehe) -- wanted to rid the federation of all
American influence, including us. "They won't dare to do anything
about the US Navy bases -- but we are the perfect, helpless
scapegoat they need," Bob said and looked so sad that my hearth
went out for him.

"I would gladly fuck the president to death if you think that
would help, Master", I said, trying to cheer him with a joke. He
smiled wistfully and thanked me for my offer -- and then he
suddenly looked very thoughtful. "I have the glimmer of a plan,"
he told me after a long silence. Then, he asked me about the
others -- who were the most proficient in girl-sex? I answered,
without doubt, that it must be Linda and Nancy -- they were
constantly practicing it with Louise. Bob smiled mischievously,
"Ah, Louise -- and they look very American all three -- I
wonder..." he mused. Then, he sent me to find Nancy and bring her
back to his office. I left on my errand, very mystified -- Bob
was up to something but I couldn't guess what. I was happy that
he seemed to have overcome his sadness, however.

***

Two hours later, I found myself, together with three other
slavegirls -- Linda, Nancy and Kayo -- and three senior staff
members -- Lisa, Hulk and Louise -- in a cabal, led by Bob. He
first told the others about our peril, and then that he had
invited the new president and his two aides to Paradise Island
for negotiations. "Information from a reliable source suggests
that if we can remove the female aide from the scene, the
president may give up his crusade," Bob concluded and winked at
Lisa -- and then he told us about his plan. Despite the
seriousness of the threat, I almost lost my composure in laughter
paroxysms. Bob's plan was the most diabolical practical joke I've
ever heard of -- and it was aimed squarely at Umbehe. 

Linda, Nancy, and Louise -- playing slavegirl -- was the main
taskforce. They should, led by Linda, try to make Umbehe the
centrepiece in a humiliating scandal, and make the president
loose confidence in her. My role was a minor one -- my task was
to 'be very kind' to the president. (Bob elucidated when we were
alone. "I don't think you need to fuck him, darling -- and
certainly not to death," he told me, "He's a married man, and old
enough to be your father, but I don't thing any mortal man can
resist you if you listen to him and look impressed -- he will do
anything for you." I fluttered my eyelashes, trying to look
impressed; "You are so clever, Sir", I purred -- that rendered me
another 'spanking'.) Kayo, finally, should take care of the other
aide (Tahese) and 'silence' him if there was any problem. Knowing
the Japanese girl's skill, I estimated Tahese's chances of
survival to be about the same as a snowball in Hell -- at least,
he would die happy.

***

The delegation from Kolonia arrived a few days later and they
were invited for dinner with Bob and Lisa the first evening. Kayo
and I were among the servants who waited the table. I could
readily see that Umbehe was embarrassed and upset about our
nudity but the president seemed to be pleased. He silenced
Umbehe's protest with a curt gesture when she first saw us.
Subsequently, Umbehe ignored us studiously throughout the dinner
-- but she almost lost her composure when Bob told us to
accompany the party when they moved to one of the salons for the
'informal talks'.

The woman's mien was an interesting study when Bob used us to
imbalance her further -- he simply told us to present ourselves
-- slave style -- to the guests, and then he told them that we
were two of his slavegirls and that our task was to entertain
them. I thought that Umbehe would melt on the spot, like the evil
witch in Oz when Dorothy threw a bucket of water over her. I
don't know what she expected -- a live-show on the carpet, maybe.
However, per Bob's instructions, we did nothing of that sort --
'nothing inappropriate'. Kayo and I simply sat down with the
others and listened -- trying to look interested and properly
impressed whenever the male members of the delegation said
something. I concentrated on what the president said --
fluttering my eyelashes -- and Kayo treated Tahese in the same
way. They gradually started to talk directly with us. We replied
politely -- and we were so impressed by their wit. It was easy to
see that Umbehe grew more and more impatient and frustrated
throughout this charade -- and when the president agreed with
Bob's proposal to postpone the regular meeting until 2 p.m. the
next day, she looked like she was giving birth to a monster. 

***

The next day, Umbehe was absent at the meeting -- she was
'indisposed'. I hid a smile (I had heard some news about the
nature of her indisposition) and told the president that I hoped
it wasn't serious. He chuckled and called her condition
'political influenza' -- nothing for me to worry about. I was
very impressed by his wit, and fluttered my eyelashes. Freed of
the influence from his female aide, the president was much more
relaxed. He bantered with Bob and complimented me constantly. I
ended up on his lap -- and I'm afraid I ruined his trousers too.
It was a simple matter to make him agree to a continuation of our
lease -- and I didn't have to fake gratitude when I thanked him
-- kissing him on the mouth. 

Before he left in the evening, I was fucking him -- but not to
death -- first in a sofa, and then on the floor. Kayo took care
of Tahese -- but not to silence him. It was two very happy men
who, after a long and pleasant delay, left us with an invitation
to visit Kolonia 'any time we wished'.

Linda told me later what her gang (augmented with My) had done to
the bitch; they had drugged her, stripped her naked, used our
cream on her, and dumped her spread-eagled in the lobby -- just
in time for the president and Tahese to find her when they came
down. The president had cooperated splendidly -- he masturbated
Umbehe until she came, and then told her the he wanted 'his
little slavegirl' to wait for him in his bed. 'The gang' had
continued by plying the aide with drinks, and leaving the drunken
woman on the president's bed. My had added the final touch -- she
inserted a huge vibrator into Umbehe's hairless cunt and turned
it on. The batteries lasted until the president found her when he
returned from the meeting. Umbehe was almost comatose from the
alcohol and her multiple orgasms when she was found -- I don't
think she understood much of what was happening to her. The
president reacted predictably -- he fired Umbehe on the spot.

I learned later that the president was no dummy -- he realized
early on that Umbehe was framed but he saw a chance to remove a
dangerous rival, permanently, from the political scene --
'political influenza', indeed. When he was through with her,
Umbehe was the laughingstock of the entire political
establishment -- she became, among other things, historical as
the first woman who had been paraded through the streets of
Kolonia, wearing a dog collar (and nothing else).

***

Ingrid was interrupted by Jenny's helpless giggles, and it took
some time for the girl to compose herself again. "Poor Umbehe!
... I bet she never understood what hit her... I almost feel
sorry for her..." she panted between her giggles. Ingrid chuckled
at the girl's amusement. "I'm not so sure -- Umbehe was highly
intelligent but her prudery and hatred of America were blind
spots, which we exploited. Her fall was hard -- and she never
recovered from it," Ingrid replied and continued her tale...

***

Naturally, we were very happy about the successful resolution of
the crisis -- and Bob decreed that we should arrange a great
party to celebrate. Louise started to make the arrangements --
she became very busy, indeed. However, Bob started something else
too -- he told our 'gang of four' that they should wish for
something they wanted dearly, and he would do anything in his
power to grant them their wishes. That started an almost
unbelievable chain of events.

Louise's wish was to become a slavegirl; she had tried it during
the crisis and she claimed that it was the happiest and most
thrilling experience in her whole life. Bob was concerned when
Lisa, finally, told him about it -- as usual, we women had made
some advance planning and preparations. Even so, Bob's concerns
where valid: first, he wasn't sure that Louise would be satisfied
with her slavegirl role when her first thrill subsided (would
Louise really be content with the prospect of doing menial tasks
for several years when she was used to giving orders?); and,
second, he was unsure how the rest of his household would react
when one of their bosses was placed in the bottom of the
hierarchy. Bob's objections got me thinking -- I had to agree
that something had to be done with both potential problems, and I
got a glimmer of an idea how to solve the first myself.

Looking back on our own start as slavegirls, I realized that one
of the reasons we adapted so well to our role was our early
manhandling in Mona's clutches. She terrified us and wasted no
time to put us in our place -- at the very rock bottom of any
hierarchy. Compared with that period, the conditions we lived
under now (including our menial 'mundane' tasks) was a pure
delight. Maybe Louise should undergo a similar ordeal? I
discussed my insight with Bob and Lisa, and, consequently,
Louise's introduction as a slavegirl became considerably harsher
than she expected. In addition, Bob saw a way to use her 'test'
as a way to solve the other problem too.

***

The ceremony that ended with Louise's adoption was magnificent --
orchestrated by Louise herself. The setting was modelled on our
adoption ceremony -- including Bob's throne and his royal
splendour. First, the other three got their rewards: Nancy
declined an offer to terminate her contract with full pay -- but
she accepted a modest extra bonus ($ 2000 000!), Linda declined
both offers for a permission to stay at Paradise Island (with her
lover) when she had completed her term, and My became Johanna's
deputy -- with an understanding that she would, eventually,
become the mistress of Bob's guesthouse. 

Then, it was time for the climax -- Louise's own performance --
and it was something that moved all of us (even those, like me,
who knew something in advance). It started with a very formal
dialogue between the king (Bob) and the prospective slavegirl
(Louise), making the conditions of her 'trial' known. (I saw that
Louise paled when she heard about her trial -- and my fellow
slavegirls were outright shocked). Then, Louise relinquished her
authority and all her possessions to her stand-in (Tina) -- it
started with Louise greeting Tina, like a slave greeting her
mistress -- and it ended with Louise kneeling naked on the
ground, while Tina left, wearing Louise's (former) dress and
jewellery. Then, Bob ordered his new slavegirl to sit on his lap,
fucking her silly. I think nobody failed to appreciate her
profound change in status.

Louise was rather shell-shocked by her experience -- even though
she had planned most of it herself. Bob and I brought her to the
'nude beach' and bolstered her morale. We continued to do the
same in Bob's bed until we fell asleep in a tight embrace -- the
next morning, Louise was fit for fight again.

***

Louise's trial became a major event for Bob's entire household.
Bob solution to the second problem was to place her 'at the rock
bottom' of the hierarchy -- she had to obey all others (including
the other slavegirls) and call them 'Master' or 'Mistress', and
all other of Mona's 'strict rules' applied to her too -- she
became everybody's slave. Needless to say, many of the servants
became enthusiastic with their chance to treat their former boss
like a sex-slave. Louise was on the verge of exhaustions many
times during her trial, and I started to be concerned about her.

However, it never went too far and Louise surmounted her trial.
Two weeks later, the happy, but tired, girl was accepted into the
ranks of the regular slavegirls. I think that Louise's trial
solved both problems Bob had foreseen -- Louise was very happy
with her lot and served her full term as slavegirl without a
single complaint -- and I don't think anyone in Bob's household
ever saw her as anything else than a slavegirl after her trial.
(Louise and I talked about it some time after my wedding, and she
confessed that she had severe second thoughts several times
during her trial -- but she agreed with me that her trial was a
necessary shock, both for herself and for the rest of the
household.)

***

We now come to the story of Michele -- and her amazing
metamorphosis. As I told you before, she remained aloof from the
rest of us -- and she was 'Mam' to almost the entire household.
She even complained to Lisa that Louise's trial wrought havoc on
the regular working of the household. (She was right in that --
our sexual excesses with Louise took a lot of time from regular
work.)

Michele told me later that she couldn't understand Louise's
decision to become a slavegirl -- it was simply bewildering.
Louise had occupied an important position on Bob's staff with
high status and very good pay, but she gave it all up to become a
naked slavegirl -- the lowest of the low in the hierarchy. On the
other hand, it was easy to see that the girl was euphoric with
her lot -- and Michele became very curious why it could be so. 

Michele started to give her former colleague tasks that meant
that Louise would work in close association with herself. There
was no doubt that the girl was a skilful organizer and she soon
became Michele's 'de facto deputy', running the household
smoothly with only slight supervision. To her own surprise,
Michele, found it easy to 'lower her shields' with Louise, and
allow her to call her by first name in private. Michele was very
aware of status -- and she must have, at least subconsciously,
regarded Louise as a potential rival in the hierarchy. Now,
status was not an issue between them any more -- Louise simply
didn't have any status at all. Louise became, first her friend,
and then, ultimately, her lover.

Her experience with Louise changed Michele in other ways too. She
started to see the others -- not as superiors (Bob and Lisa),
colleagues in an uneasy balance of power, or servants to give
orders -- but as potential friends. It took Michel time to shed
her armour, but eventually a warmer and more compassionate person
emerged -- Michele, eventually, ceased to be 'Mam' altogether.

***

Ingrid stopped briefly, smiling at Jenny. "We were now ten
slavegirls and our life returned to pleasant routine of the
months before our crisis. There isn't much to tell you about this
period -- it was pleasant enough to live in -- but probably
boring to an outsider. The next excitement was the one-year
anniversary of our adoption and the momentous events that it led
to -- but it's getting late, and that tale must wait until
tomorrow," she concluded. 

Jenny accepted Ingrid's decision without protests -- this time
there were no cliff-hanger to contend with.


Chapter 10 -- The end (and return) of slavery

The next day, Jenny called and excused herself -- she had to
baby-sit her siblings. She looked apprehensive when she came the
following day -- and she apologized to Ingrid for neglecting her
duties. "Take it easy, Jenny", Ingrid soothed her. "I understand
that you have other things to do -- I'm astonished by your
patience with me ... but I must say that I missed my monologue
yesterday."

They seated themselves and Ingrid began her tale...

***

After the momentous events I told you about in my previous tale,
nothing much happened for the rest of our first year as
slavegirls. We were happy with our lives on Paradise Island --
and I continued to be a pampered, naked princess. The only
noteworthy things during that period were that our way of
'dressing' set a vogue among the younger native women -- and that
our special cream became quite popular. As I told you, there was
no body taboo in the native culture, but to be accepted as an
adult member of the community was an important event in a child's
life -- and wearing clothes was the most evident sign of his or
her new status. Consequently, it was uncommon to se a stark naked
youngster -- they wore at least loincloths, unless they were
bathing or something like that.

Our appearance on the scene changed that -- we were stark naked
all the time, like children, but we were obviously not children
and nobody treated us like that. Many of the youngsters worked,
directly or indirectly, in Bob's household. They often worked
together with us, and they became our friends. At first, several
of them thought that our constant nudity was strange -- but they
grew used to it and even the people who didn't have any direct
contact with us knew *about* us, and they had friends who were
our friends. The women were fascinated in our bald pussies -- and
when they heard about our cream, a few of the most daring wanted
to try it. They told their friends, who told their friends,
who...

As a result, stark naked women became a common sight -- both in
Bob's household, and in the village. Bald pussies (other than
ours) were more uncommon, but they were not rare -- and their
number increased steadily. Incidentally, stark naked men in
public remained rare and I don't think a single man tried our
cream (voluntarily) -- I guess that men are shyer than we are.

Unsurprisingly, My was the first to adopt our ways fully
(immediately after her participation in 'the gang of four'). She
didn't care much about clothes even before we arrived, and she
saw the effect of the cream on Umbehe -- she tried it herself the
same evening and became 'hooked'. From that time, she only used
clothes on special occasions -- and her pussy remained bald.

***

When the day of our one-year anniversary approached, Bob decided
to take us on a cruise. He wanted to show us some of the islands
-- and he had a mysterious island selected for the anniversary. I
tried to persuade him to tell me but he only smiled
mischievously. We set out two weeks before the great day in Bob's
beautiful, and luxurious, yacht 'M/s Dreamscapes'. I looked at
the map before I left Sweden so I knew that Micronesia was a lot
of islands, spread out over a large area. However, I didn't
realize before how large that area was -- many days we didn't
even see an island in the distance, only the vast expanses of
Open Ocean.

Nevertheless, I was not bored -- I saw things that I had only
read about before, like flying fish jumping high in the air and
wild dolphins playing with our ship. The night-sky was brighter
than anything I ever seen before -- I loved to lie on the deck at
night, trying to identify the strange constellations. Bob told us
about the history of the area -- and two days before our arrival,
he told us about the island we were about to visit. He claimed it
was even more isolated and primordial than Rarotonga, and I could
hardly wait to see it.

This island must remain nameless -- it has a name, of course, but
I promised never to disclose it or the location (not that it
matters anymore, I guess). It was really a primeval Eden -- when
we cast anchor outside the reef, we were met by people (men and
women) in canoes and even swimmers, and no one wore a stitch. 

I didn't wait for our dinghy to be lowered but dove into the
water and swam ashore together with the natives. Thus, I could
play native girl and welcome my master with a flower garland when
he came ashore. Most of the natives didn't speak English -- their
own language was beautiful but totally incomprehensive. However,
that didn't matter at all -- they smiled and gesticulated and
made us feel very welcome. We slavegirls received an even warmer
welcome than the others -- I guess the inhabitants appreciated
that we respected their dress code. Bob and the others soon saw
the light and abandoned their clothes too.

We became the excuse for a luau (and orgy) that continued more or
less all the time we stayed at the island. These people were
simply amazing; they did things in public that made me blush --
even after my recent experiences and training -- talk about 'no
body taboo'. However, everybody was so friendly that my
embarrassment didn't last long -- I was soon engaged in public
group-sex too. At the luau/orgy the evening of our anniversary we
guests entertained our hosts -- and Kayo's show created a
sensation. She lined up twelve local young men -- and when she
was through with them, they were too weak to stand for at least
half-an-hour. (I saw her playing schoolmistress among a crowd of
young admirers the next day -- she seemed to get her message
through, despite the language barrier.)

I felt sad leaving our new friends and I hoped that I would meet
them again (I did -- but that's the subject of a later tale.)

***

We continued to Yap -- a very interesting island and one of the
'states' in the Micronesian federation. We wore clothes when we
left the yacht and that felt strange after so long time in the
buff. (It was necessary, however -- the local culture required us
to wear at least loincloths and halters, and there were some
foreign tourists, mostly divers, on the island.) Linda obtained a
real treasure -- a scale replica of one of the very special
'stone coins' that was the traditional money on Yap. Nils, our
deckhand, teased her, telling her that she probably became
married in the transaction -- one traditional use of the coins
was as bride-prices. She stuck out her tongue at him and claimed
that the coin was far too small for that (it weighed 'only' about
two kilos).

After leaving Yap behind, we sailed mostly on the open ocean and
full nudity ('the natural order' as Nancy called it) was restored
onboard until we reached Kolononia, twelve days later. We were
invited to dinner with the president and he thanked us for our
help with Umbehe. He teased us, saying that he was disappointed
that we hid our beautiful bodies. Of course, we were dressed
(what do you think?). I saw my chance when he said that it was 'a
private dinner', and I shed my clothes. All the others followed
my example (including the president) -- and the dinner was
somewhat delayed by other activities.

The next day, Tahese took us on a tour to see the local sights
and I realized that this small town (it cannot have been much
larger than Kil) had a long and interesting history. I was
especially impressed by a collection of thousand years old (at
least) monoliths that were standing a bit outside the town. Their
purpose was forgotten but they could have been the ruins of an
ancient city. After the tour, I went to the yacht for a nap, and
so did most of the others -- but not all, as I would soon find
out...

***

Ruth woke me after only an hour. She was upset and she told me
that Linda had disappeared when she accompanied Nancy and
Joe-Anne on a shopping trip in the town. I dressed and
accompanied her to the yacht's main saloon where we had a meeting
with representatives for the police. They suspected that Linda
could have been kidnapped by one of the local criminal gangs, and
wanted us to accompany their search parties to help identify
her.

We split up and accompanied the policemen when they were
searching known hide-outs of the criminals. I guess we saw
several sights that Tahese wouldn't care to show us but I was
preoccupied with my worry -- Where was Linda? Was she hurt? -- Or
dead? However, after several hours of anxious searching, the
leader of our patrol got a message that Linda had been found --
and brought to the hospital. Ruth and I returned to the yacht and
spend another hour of anxious waiting for news about Linda. The
others returned too, and, finally, Nils returned with the news.
He had been in the company that found Linda -- on the street
outside one of the suspected hide-outs. "Linda was naked and
covered in blood. She fainted in my arms, and we brought her to
the hospital," Nils told us. She had escaped from her kidnappers
-- and managed to put them out of action with the dirty tricks
she had learnt from Ona. The police arrested them -- one was no
other than Linda's old nemesis Umptole -- and brought them to the
hospital too.

Linda's buddies, Nancy and Louise, went to the hospital, and when
they returned they had good news. They told us that Linda was
awake but weak -- before her escape, Umptole had whipped her
cruelly and then raped her. However, her wounds had been treated
and she was recovering nicely. The next day, Linda herself came
back for lunch with us. She told us a little more, including the
fact that she had, in effect, castrated Umptole -- she crushed
his balls and the surgeon had to remove them to stop the
bleeding. Then Linda left for the airfield -- Bob had sent for
his jet. It would take her to Los Angeles, to a private clinic
for the treatment of her whiplash wounds.

We left Kolonia ourselves the same afternoon. Bob had originally
planned two other stops on the way back, but the festival mood
had disappeared with Linda's misadventure so he cancelled them.
Thus, we went straight back to Paradise Island and arrived there
five days later.

***

Our lives returned to our usual routine but I found that I was
missing Linda: she left a big empty hole and I was missing her
sorely. I was surprised of my feelings -- Linda was my friend,
but not that close. If you had asked me before, I would have
named Ruth and Joe-Anne as my closest friends among the
slavegirls, and I would have guessed that these were the two I
would miss most if they left the island. However, I missed Linda
just as much.

In retrospect, the reason became obvious. We slavegirls were a
close-knit group -- grown together by our shared intensive
experiences -- and Linda was our leader. She held no official
position of leadership but she had filled the role, unofficially,
since Ruth's punishment, at least. Thinking back, I saw it
clearly -- Linda was the person whom the mantle of leadership
settled on when something had to be done. I think she was a born
leader -- even Bob respected her automatically, as shown by his
choice of her as leader of the 'task force' against Umbehe
(instead of the more logical choice, Louise).

Bereft of our leader our close-knit group started to unravel. It
was hard to put a finger on it at first and the signs were
subtle, but the signs were there, none the less -- and they
slowly grew worse. Outwardly, everything remained the same -- but
something was missing. We did our tasks, both the sexual and the
'mundane', but our enthusiasm grew less. The girls kept more to
themselves or in smaller groups -- and the feeling of being a
part of a large, happy family disappeared gradually.

At first, I thought that the reason was our worries for Linda. We
knew that she had been cruelly abused and we wondered if she
would recover. Maybe she would carry physical and psychological
scars for the rest of her life. However, we got reassuring news:
She was released from the clinic and her back would heal without
scaring. She was in good mood, staying with Mona as convalescent
-- it seemed that the main problem was that she couldn't expose
her back to the sun until the healing was complete. Mona had
employed her as 'helper slave' (whatever that was), etc. Thus, we
had no reason to worry about her -- she would recover without any
permanent harm, and she would be back in six months or so -- but
the symptoms of discontent grew worse, if anything.

***

I became Lisa's assistant in Linda's absence and we had many
close talks. Lisa became aware that something was wrong with us
slavegirls -- almost faster than I did myself. We discussed the
problem and I told her what I thought was the cause. She agreed
with me that we were missing our leader, but she saw no easy
solution. "If a new leader doesn't emerge in your group, we must
try to keep the situation from unravelling too far until Linda
returns," she concluded. After some further discussion, we told
Bob -- he had also been aware that something was wrong but he
didn't understand the cause. We decided that a diversion was in
order and Bob told Tina to arrange a party to celebrate our 1
year anniversary, which would occur in a little more than one
month.

The news of the pending party lifted the mood for a while but it
was soon clear that stronger measures, and a better reason for
the party, were required. After some thoughts, Bob and I decided
to announce our betrothal at the party -- and to set the date of
our wedding to the two-year anniversary. Tina got busy and when
the news of our engagement leaked out, some of the old enthusiasm
returned to Bob's household. 

Meanwhile, Bob, Lisa and I continued to discuss what to do in the
long run. Gradually, the insight grew that four years' service
was too long. We agreed that Bob should surprise the girls and
release them from their contracts (with full pay). "If that
doesn't cheer them up -- nothing will," he said. I had mixed
feelings about this -- on one hand I was happy for my friends who
would get their reward much sooner than expected, on the other I
would miss them and I wanted desperately them to stay for my
wedding. Thus, I begged Bob to let them stay as our guests until
the wedding. He agreed -- and my love of him almost overwhelmed
me.

***

The party was smaller than the previous grand productions but
Tina did a credible job, with Louise's help, to create the proper
atmosphere. Bob wore his robes -- and I wore a diadem in white
gold with diamonds -- my engagement gift from Bob. (Naturally, I
didn't wear anything else -- I was still a slavegirl). We
exchanged rings and kissed in front of the cheering crowd, and
then we attacked the food.

At the end of the meal, Bob freed the slaves. He told us that his
marriage with me changed everything, and that there was no need
for the slavegirls' services any longer. Some of the others
looked let down -- they probably thought that they would receive
only what they had earned so far (less than one fifth of the
final amount). However, Bob soon reassured them on that point. He
told them that he was sure that all of them would have continued
for the full time -- if he had required it. They were certainly
not fired and, therefore, they would be paid the full amount. He
also asked them to stay, as our guests, until our wedding.

Then, we finished our celebration on the nude beach -- and the
mood became very enthusiastic, indeed. 

***

The next day, the others moved back to their old rooms in the
guesthouse but I continued to spend my nights in Bob's bed, and
most of my days helping Lisa. Naturally, I visited my friends at
the guesthouse too -- as often as I could. The mood was good but
it was obvious that our close-knit group had dissolved, and the
girls were looking ahead, making plans for the future. 

A striking example of the changed attitudes was evident when I
visited them a few days later. Most of the girls wore clothes
again -- actually more clothes than they had worn since their
first day on the island. Gone was the proud 'I'm a slavegirl -- I
have no use for clothes' attitude. A few of them even wore
swimsuits at the pool. Nancy confided to me that she thought it
sad that our time together appeared to end 'with a whimper
instead of a bang' -- she and Joe-Anne still tried to hold on to
'the natural order', remaining naked most of the time. Louise
stayed with the others at the guesthouse, and she remained naked
too. "I guess I must take up my former job again but Tina is
doing such a good job -- and I want to prolong my wonderful
slavegirl time," she said with a sigh.

I started to be really concerned when I visited the girls a month
later. Karen took me aside and asked me if I would be very
disappointed if she left before my wedding -- she hadn't decided
yet, but she was homesick. I guessed that she wasn't the only
one, and I feared that few of the girls would remain 'until the
bittersweet end'. However, I had to start the preparations for my
wedding. I called my parents, told them the great news, and
invited them to Paradise Island. Lars was home for holidays and I
invited him too -- he became enthusiastic, not the least with the
prospect of meeting my fianc for a good discussion about
computers, I guess. Tina and I discussed the arrangements and I
started to worry about what to wear. The climate was really to
hot for a traditional wedding gown -- my birthday suit would be
much better, but that would be impossible or... The naughty idea
of dressing like a slavegirl for my wedding appealed to me -- my
pussy was getting wet.

***

Such was the situation when Linda returned, a little more than
two months before the great day. Several of the girls were
talking openly about leaving, but no one had made any definite
plans yet -- I think many of them waited for Linda's return (and
I could only hope that she would convince them to stay for my
wedding). 

We got word from the captain that the jet was approaching and I
went to the airfield to meet her. The jet landed presently and
rolled to a stop, the door opened, and Linda stepped out -- stark
naked! I don't know who was the most surprised. We stared at each
other -- she at my t-shirt and shorts, and I at her naked body.
It turned out that Mona hadn't told her anything about the resent
development on our island -- and Sue had obviously clamed up and
played her a practical joke, telling her to strip. (I learned
later, that it wasn't really true -- Sue had clammed up, alright,
but Linda was naked already when she entered Bob's jet. In a
typical daring Linda manner she had stripped in the VIP-lounge
and left her clothes behind when she walked out to the jet.)

I updated Linda on our way to the guesthouse -- and Linda
immediately showed what a great leader she was. She had hardly
entered the lobby, saying hello to My, before she was in control.
She didn't go to her room to get dressed -- far from it.
Together, we gathered all the others in the lobby and we all
laughed with Linda about how she had been fooled and told nothing
about the recent events. Then Linda dropped her bomb -- she felt
cheated of her service as slavegirl, she said, and she suggested
that we demanded that Bob let us serve him until the wedding. 

The effect on our group was dramatic -- Yes! This was what
everybody had been waiting for. We almost *tore* the clothes from
our bodies in our haste to 'assume the correct attire' and we
were rapidly as naked as she was -- and feeling grand about it.
Gone was any thoughts of leaving the island -- everybody were
eager to participate in this Adventure. I immediately made up my
mind and told the others about my dream of a naked wedding. We
laughed, and kissed, and embraced -- and, finally, we ended up in
a wild orgy on the lobby floor.

***

Linda borrowed Johanna's phone and called Lisa to forewarn her
about our plans -- and then we marched together, with, Linda in
the lead, to confront Bob. He was taken by surprise, needless to
say, when ten naked exslaves marched into his office and
*demanded* to be enslaved again. However, it was easy to see that
he was very pleased too. After a token protest about mutiny, he
promptly re-adopted us. Bob and I celebrated my 'return to
service' in his bed -- and I passed out from my final orgasm.

The girls moved back to their rooms in Bob's house the same
afternoon, resuming all their previous tasks -- both the sexual,
and the 'mundane' -- and I became a naked princess again. With
one stroke of genius, Linda solved the problem we had struggled
with for months. We were a close-knit group again and the morale
was on top -- the large, happy family was back in force. The
following two months were busy, but the happiest in my whole life
-- Thanks to Linda. 

***

"... and here we must leave Paradise Island and save my wedding
for tomorrow's tale," Ingrid concluded and smiled at Jenny. She
returned the smile, showing off her dimples, "But..." she
started. "But, what?" Ingrid interrupted her, "it's getting late
and I will allow only one 'but' tonight, Jenny." 

Jenny stuck out her tongue at Ingrid; "But what about Linda --
what happened to her?" she asked. "I thought you knew that,
Jenny" Ingrid replied. "Linda stayed on the island with Peo, and
she became my best friend -- you will hear much more about her in
the subsequent chapters of my tale."