Paradise Island


prologue

The personal computer (PC) revolution has given jobs and
prosperity to countless people throughout the country. It has
also made many people rich -- a few of them very rich, people
worth hundreds of millions, or even several billions. We all know
about Bill Gates, President of Microsoft, the richest and most
famous of them all. Common for these new tycoons is that they
started at young age and made their fortunes fast. They are
therefore, as a rule, considerably younger than the rich industry
magnates of the past generations and have other dreams and
visions than those magnates.

Consider Robert (Bob) Shane, for example. He started tinkering
with microcomputers as a high-school student, continued at MIT,
and started a small microelectronics company shortly after his
graduation. Working alone, long hours, mostly at night (in a
garage -- where else?) he perfected ways to render graphical
objects in real time and 3D and obtained a few fundamental
patents. The arcane area of 3D graphics suddenly became super-hot
when Intel launched a microprocessor with multimedia extensions,
MMX. Everybody wanted 3D graphics, and Bob owned the patents. He
brought Intel to court for patent infringement, won, and made his
first millions. After this, it snowballed. Bob earned his
nickname 'Bulldozer'. He negotiated, intimidated, sued, and in
general scared the shit out of the competition -- and he made
money, a lot of money, fast. In less than eight years he was one
of the richest operators in an industry full of millionaires. Not
*quite* as rich as Mr. Gates, maybe, but worth several billion
dollars. Then he decided that it was time for an early retirement
and sold his company and patent rights -- to the same Mr. Gates,
none less. This gave him even more money (Bill was a tough
negotiator but Bob was just as tough, and he had something
Microsoft dearly wanted for their future Windows versions). Thus,
at the age of 37 Bob had the time, and the money, to realize his
dream.

Yes, Bob had a dream. Already as a child he had been fascinated
in the great discoveries, especially the tales of Captain Cook
and his travels in the South Pacific. He wanted to be the king of
a tropical island, eating fresh fruits and coconuts from the
trees, and making love to beautiful women under the stars. He
decided to buy such an island. That turned out to be more
complicated than he expected, but with the help of his loyal
secretary, Lisa, he eventually succeeded. The President of the
Federated States of Micronesia (fitting name, Bob thought)
finally granted him permission to take over the remote island of
Rarotonga and run it as a semi-independent 'kingdom'. However, he
had to let the local people on the island stay, and he had to
provide for their employment, healthcare and education. He was
also supposed to organize a local police force for their
protection. The deal was finalized in Kolonia, capital of
Micronesia, and greased with a generous donation to the local
hospital. Both parties were very happy and obviously believed
that they made the better deal.

***

Bob enthusiastically started to remake Rarotonga into his dreamed
'Paradise Island'. Construction crews were brought from the US
and they built a large manor house, bungalows for the staff, a
resort-type guesthouse, a harbour for Bob's yacht, and an
airfield. They also built a power plant but no roads. Bob decided
that cars should be banned from the island. The local people were
flabbergasted; they had never seen such a fervent activity
before. However, they were not forgotten. Bob brought small but
comfortable houses ('cabins') for the villagers to live in, and
he built a medical clinic and a new school (the kids were not
overly enthusiastic about the latter, but he had promised to
provide for their education).

After 20 months of hectic activity it was all finished. The last
construction team went back home and the quiet lifestyle
re-established itself on Rarotonga, a.k.a. Paradise Island. The
villagers celebrated with a great luau and invited Bob as guest
of honour. The village Elders praised Bob for what he had done
for the village and the beautiful young women danced and sang.
"This is really Paradise," Bob thought. Meanwhile, Lisa had been
busy recruiting the staff. As senior staff members she selected
former employees in Bob's company, all of whom she knew very
well. She also found an MD, a midwife willing to double as nurse,
and a schoolteacher. These people arrived and life slowly settled
into a pleasant routine. It was *almost* perfect -- *almost* like
his long-held dream, Bob thought.

However, there was *one* missing ingredient. Bob's dream of
making love under the tropical stars did not materialize. True,
many girls in the village were very beautiful, and they
habitually went around in nothing but a loincloth, once they
realized that the Westerners didn't mind. The sexual mores of the
local people were also quite relaxed; the elders saw premarital
sexual play and experimentation among the young as something
quite natural. *But* the girls were not interested in having sex
with Bob. True, they were very friendly and not reluctant to give
him a kiss or a hug, or to show him their beautiful nude bodies
-- but that was the limit. They were not impressed at all by his
wealth, and they considered most white men to be ugly. Lisa did
her best to ease some of his sexual frustration but she realized
that it wasn't enough. One day when Bob had a particularly deep
fit of the blues, she jokingly suggested that he should get a
harem of beautiful slavegirls to fulfil his sexual dreams. "Is
that possible?" a surprised Bob asked. "I don't know for certain,
but I have heard that there are women who get a kick out of being
slaves to a Master", she answered.

***

What had started as a joke soon turned into serious planning.
Lisa did most of the research. She scanned newsgroups about D&S
on the Internet, chatted with several practisers, and went back
to US for further contacts. Finally, she phoned Bob and said, "I
think I have found a person who can help us to arrange what you
are looking for. Please meet me in San Francisco". Bob
immediately went to meet Lisa and they drove to 'Mistress Mona's'
estate together. A barefoot young woman in a simple white dress
met them at the door and said, "Oh you must be Mr. Shane, Sir.
Please come in, my Mistress is waiting for you in the library."
She smiled warmly at Lisa and said, "Welcome back, Mam. I hope
that my Mistress can help you." They entered and went to the
library where Mona was sitting in one of the comfortable
armchairs. Much to Bob's surprise, she wore ordinary attire (a
well-fitting dress-suit of the type he had seen many times at
business meetings), not the leather corset and high-heeled boots
he had expected. She smiled at him and said, "Welcome Mr. Shane.
May I call you Bob, I'm Mona". "Please do," he said. They shook
hands and Mona embraced Lisa and said, "Welcome back Lisa, I have
thought about your problem, and I have a few suggestions". They
sat down and Mona turned to the girl and said, "Thank you Wendy.
I will not need you more today". Wendy curtsied, said "Thank you
Mistress" and left.

Mona was studying Bob with an amused smile. "You look confused,"
she said. "I must confess that I expected you to wear boots and
leather," Bob replied. "And is Wendy your slave? Why isn't she
naked and in bondage?" Mona laughed cordially. "Oh, you have not
talked much with Lisa recently, have you? I don't believe in the
usual cliches how a dominatrix should dress," she continued.
"And, yes, Wendy is my slave. She has been with me for nearly a
year. I use nudity, bondage and humiliation in the beginning of
my training program to enforce the slave's submission but Wendy
has passed that stage long ago. I don't require her to disrobe in
front of guests -- as long as she behaves." "I'm sorry," Bob
said. "I realize that I know next to nothing about D&S and I hope
I didn't offend you." Mona smiled, "No offence, what you expected
is quite common. Lisa had the same misconceptions when she was
here the first time, but I try to make D&S into an art-form."

After some small talk they came down to the business at hand. "I
gather that your girl problem is rather acute," Mona said. Lisa
giggled, and Bob blushed and nodded. "It takes a long time to
train a slave fully," she continued. "Usually, one year is a
minimum, and once you adopt a slave you are committed for a long
time, anything less is unfair to the slave." "Oh, I didn't
realize that," Bob replied. "But couldn't I buy a slave that is
already trained, Wendy for example?" "You could, if I would allow
it," Mona told him. "But that is not my way. I have trained Wendy
for one of my regular customers, and he has been waiting a long
time for her. I don't believe in making my customers unhappy,
Bob, and it would be very unfair to Wendy who expects and needs
an experienced Master. Moreover, I've heard from Lisa that you
don't want a single slave, but several." Bob only sighed
unhappily.

"However," Mona continued, "I have a suggestion. In another
month, Wendy will be ready to leave for her Master, and I don't
have any other pressing commitments. If you are willing to pay my
fee, I can go to your Paradise Island and train a group of girls
for you. It will not be a full training, mind you, only a short
introduction. And the girls will not be true submissives; that is
neither possible, nor desirable. I suggest that you sign a
contract with them and that they agree to be your slaves for a
handsome payment. After all, we are joking about slave-contracts
all the time. This time, let it be for real." Bob looked
approvingly at Mona and said, "Gee, that was pretty smart, Mona.
I like the idea. Do you really think it will work?" "If the pay
is right, it certainly will," Lisa commented dryly. They agreed
on a fee for Mona's services and decided to proceed with the
plan. Lisa left for a recruiting agency (head-hunter) in New York
she had used before, and Bob returned to the island and started
to write the contract.


Chapter 1 -- An Invitation

Linda Plummer was bored -- bored and frustrated. She had been
working at the local newspaper for nearly eight months now, but
nothing really interesting ever happened in this quiet corner of
California. Linda had great ambitions. She wanted to become a
star reporter at CNN or one of the other national networks, and
she had thought that the job at the newspaper would be a good
stepping stone to that position -- she only needed to pull off a
scoop and then...

Linda yawned and turned back to her computer. One of her tasks
was to dig up trivia on the Internet and to write short summaries
(250 words or less). Some of these items were used to fill empty
spaces between the regular articles, but most were not used at
all. Sam, the editor-in-chief, had told her to keep at least ten
summaries "on tap" and that they should be "not more than three
days old". She sighed and continued to surf around aimlessly
until she came to a web page entitled 'Golden Opportunities' --
well, that's what she needed. There was a list of various odd
jobs, travel partner needed, and such. The item next to the last
caught her eye: "Well-paid positions for young women on South
Pacific island". Linda closed her eyes and dreamed about a
tropical island with palms and white sand. She had been to Hawaii
with her parents once and really loved it. Suddenly she opened
her eyes wide. "Hey -- this sounds suspicious!" she thought.
Linda had, of course, heard about the white slave trade and she
thought, "Maybe this is something like that? If I could uncover
it ... maybe my scoop at last!" She clicked on the link and read
more:

Well-Paid positions at South Pacific Island

Opportunity for good-humoured, good-looking, and discrete young
women who are willing to work with the entertainment of guests at
a South Pacific resort for an extended period of time. Must be
fluent in English. Skills in other languages, dance, and music
are advantageous.

There was the name, address and telephone number of a New York
company -- 'Proctor, Willingham & Goldsmith' -- at the bottom of
the page.

"This sounds even fishier," Linda thought. She printed the page
and went to see Sam. He was not too impressed by Linda's theories
that it was a case of white slave trade. "I don't think that
Proctor, Willingham & Goldsmith would participate in any illegal
activities, they are well-reputed head-hunters," he said.
"However, it never hurts to check it. Please, go ahead Linda, and
see what you will find, but call them from home and don't mention
that you are working for the Gazette". Linda thanked him, went
home, and called the head-hunters. She was instructed to send
them her curriculum vitae together with photos of herself (one
close-up of her face and one full body of her in a swimsuit),
which she did (omitting to mention her current work at the
Gazette).

***

Nothing happened for three weeks, and then her telephone rang one
evening. When Linda answered the call a male voice said, "Good
evening, Miss Plummer. My name is Mark Spencer and I'm working
for Proctor, Willingham & Goldsmith. You have passed our first
screen for the South Pacific Resort position and I would like to
meet you for an interview." Linda was surprised -- she had almost
forgotten the whole thing -- but recovered quickly and agreed to
meet Mark in San Diego the next Wednesday.

Mark stayed at the Embassy Suites. Linda arrived at suite 1735 at
9 a.m., as agreed. Mark turned out to be a blond, handsome man in
his thirties with a winning smile. "Welcome Miss Plummer," he
said. "Thank you for taking your time for this interview."
"Please call me Linda," she replied. They sat down and Mark took
out a thick questionnaire from his briefcase and started to ask
many questions. Linda was quite confused and couldn't understand
why he asked many of these questions. Naturally, he would be
interested to know about her language skills and such, but of
what use would her skiing interest be on a tropical island? Some
questions were very embarrassing. Mark asked her how many men she
had been together with, if she had made love to a woman, and
other details of her sexual experience. Linda blushed hotly
several times during this part of the interview, but she answered
Mark's intimate questions candidly. In fact, she was thrilled by
her mental striptease, beginning to feel turned-on. Finally, it
was over. Mark closed the questionnaire and said, "Well, that's
it".

Afterwards, they had lunch together at the nearby 'outdoor mall'.
Mark said, "I have one more question -- Why didn't you mention
your job at the La Jolla Gazette?" "Oh Shit!" Linda thought.
"There goes my cover." She blushed and stuttered that she thought
that there would be a problem with her being a journalist and all
this talk about discretion and so. Mark laughed and said, "Oho!
You think that this has something to do with the white slave
trade?" Linda blushed even redder and nodded. "Thrust me," Mark
said. "Our company would never have anything to do with any
illegal things like that. Our customer is serious and
well-reputed. The job is unusual but it will be completely legal,
that's all I know". "Who *is* your customer Mark?" Linda asked.
"I'm sorry, that is confidential," Mark replied. "We will send
them our report now, and if they decide to employ you, you will
know soon enough." They said goodbye and Linda returned to La
Jolla. She was quite confused -- she didn't think Mark was lying
-- but did he tell her the whole truth? The intimate questions he
had asked her definitely suggested that the job involved sex. She
had a long talk with Sam who suggested that she should play
along. "After all," he said. "Now that it's out in the open that
you are a journalist, I don't think Mr. X will call."

***

Sam was wrong. One week later Linda received a FedEx parcel from
'Paradise Island, Inc.'. She opened it and inside were airline
tickets, and a letter:

Congratulations!
You are offered a position at our island resort and we would like
you to come to Paradise Island for a discussion of the terms of
employment. Enclosed you will find airline tickets to Tahiti. We
have booked a room for you at the Tahiti Hilton and will pick you
up there. Please arrange to be away for four weeks. If we come to
an agreement on your employment we will help you to make further
dispositions.

I wish you a pleasant trip and look forward to meet you soon.

Best regards 

Elisabeth Reilly 
Chief Executive Officer

Linda couldn't believe her eyes. She read the letter again, shook
her head, and examined the tickets. God! They were first class
and cost three times as much as her monthly salary. No! It was
due in four days. Only four days! Linda was excited by the
prospect of a trip to Tahiti, and the mysterious 'position' both
aroused her curiosity and scared her a little. She called Sam and
told him. They met later and Sam said, "I don't think you should
go Linda. This could be dangerous. If you disappear, there is
very little I can do to find you. We are a local newspaper, and I
don't have any contacts on Tahiti, or wherever this Paradise
Island is." Linda was adamant. "I found this lead," she said.
"And I'm going to follow it up, at least as far as Tahiti."
"Besides," she smiled. "I need a good vacation." 

Sam gave in and promised to find someone on Tahiti for her to
contact. He would also try to localize Paradise Island. "It is
probably just a make-up name but we will see," he said. Linda did
what small preparations she had to do to be away from home for
four weeks. "Am I really doing the right thing, or am I crazy?"
she thought.


Chapter 2 -- Paradise Island

The trip to Tahiti was nice, but longer than Linda expected.
First a short hop to Los Angeles, then to Honolulu, and finally
from Honolulu to Tahiti. On the last flight, she was placed
beside a woman in her own age. They started to talk and Linda
found out that her name was Nancy Friedman and that she was a
student from Berkeley. Linda wondered how a student could afford
to fly first class and Nancy said, "Oh, I can't, but my ticket
was paid by a company that wants me to meet them for an
employment interview." They soon found out that they were going
to the same place and spent the rest of the flight speculating of
what this job could mean. Linda really liked Nancy. She was a
petite, dark-haired girl with elfin features and a happy smile.
She also seemed quite naive about what to expect from the job and
Linda felt almost sorry for her. "She will never manage if this
turns out to be some kind of a brothel," Linda thought. However,
she kept her misgivings to herself. After their arrival to
Tahiti, they shared a taxi to the hotel, had a glass of wine
together in the bar, and said goodnight.

***

Linda was awakened by the telephone the next morning. She
answered and a female voice with a funny French accent said,
"Message for Miss Plummer. Please meet your party in the lobby at
8:30" She looked at her watch, it was 8:05 "Only 25 minutes, I've
better hurry," she thought. After a quick shower she dressed and
packed her suitcase. Uncertain what would happen, she decided to
bring it with her and went down to the lobby. Nancy and three
other girls were already seated in the armchairs together with a
woman wearing a stewardess uniform. "Good morning, Miss
Sleepyhead," Nancy called out and the other girls giggled.
"Hello," the woman said. "You must be Linda, and you brought your
luggage. Good! We are only waiting for Christine and then we are
ready to go." "Go where?" Linda wondered. "To Paradise Island, of
course," the woman replied with a mischievous smile. Linda was a
little concerned about this news -- they were obviously bound for
another place and she would probably get no opportunity to
contact Sam's journalist colleague before she left Tahiti.
However, she decided to play her role and keep quiet.

There was a general round of greetings and presentations and
Linda learned that the other girls were Betty Greenwald, a buxom
blond singer from Chicago, Marina Mayers, a Hispanic beauty from
Brooklyn, and Joe-Anne Perez, a country girl from Cave Creek,
Arizona. The woman was Sue Anderson and she was indeed a
stewardess, formerly at American Airlines but for the last two
years serving on the private jet of Mr. Robert Shane. "Bob is a
very good and generous boss and I'm sure you will like him," she
said.

There was a flood of questions: "What does he look like?" "Is he
rich?" "What does he do?" "Have you been to Paradise Island, how
is it?" Linda was quiet and was thinking; "At last I have a name
for Mr. X. Robert Shane...Hmm...I don't think I've ever heard it
before. Let's see if Sue tells us any more." "Easy! Easy girls!"
Sue laughed. "You will get all your answers and meet him
yourselves soon enough. I don't know too much about what Bob is
doing but it's something with computers. And yes, he is
good-looking, I think -- and rich. Anyone who owns his own jet
and can afford to buy a tropical island is. As for Paradise
Island, I think you have better wait and see for yourselves." 

At that moment, a short girl with carrot-red curly hair and 51000
freckles (approximately) entered the lobby. "Why in Hell did you
call this meeting so bloody early? My damned plane was delayed,
and I have only slept for four bloody hours," she said in a very
British accent. Linda was rather disturbed by her rough language
but Sue answered smoothly, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that." She
continued, "You must be Christine and you can sleep on the flight
to Paradise Island." Then she said to all of them, "Well, since
everybody is here, let's go out to the bus. We have two more
girls to pick up at the airport." They rose and went outside.

When they arrived at the airport, two girls were standing outside
the customs talking with each other in a strange language
(Swedish, Linda learned later). One girl was tall, blond and had
high cheekbones; the other was rather plump and very pretty. She
had a short brownish hair and beautiful brown eyes. Both girls
looked very tired. Sue asked them if they were Karin and Ingrid,
which turned to be the case. "You must be tired after such a long
trip," Sue told the girls. They only nodded and yawned. "Dear
girls, you can sleep on the flight to the island," she added.
Christine looked uncomfortable. "Look, I'm sorry that I was
swearing at you before, but I hate to be awakened early after too
little sleep," she apologized to Sue. "Never mind Christine, I
understand, I don't like that either," Sue answered in an
exaggerated British accent. Everybody giggled, including
Christine.

All right, follow me girls," Sue commanded and led them to a door
at one end of the hall. They entered into a cosy lounge. "Take
out your passports and wait here for me." She left and returned
after a short while together with a police officer who examined
their passports and stamped them, saluted, and wished "Au Revoir
Madameioselles". With all formalities thus taken care off, they
took their luggage and went out to a sleek jet plane parked
nearby. A broad-shouldered man who greeted them with a friendly
smile met them at the aircraft. "Welcome ladies, I'm Captain
Andrew Collins and this is my co-pilot John Appelcroft." (He
pointed at a man in the cockpit who waved at them) "I hope you
will have a pleasant flight and that you will enjoy our Paradise
Island." He took their suitcases and placed in a compartment at
one side in the aircraft. They, thanked him, entered the cabin,
and Sue helped them to buckle in. "Wow!" Linda thought "And I who
thought that first class was sumptuous. What about this?" There
were many "Ohs" and "Ahs" as the girls admired the very classy
interior of the plane. Sue smiled at them and said, "I see that
you appreciate my workplace. Good-looking isn't it?" Then she
turned to Karin, Ingrid and Christine and said, "We will take off
shortly. Then you can go to the bedroom in the aft and get some
sleep"

***

The take-off was very smooth. Karin and Ingrid retired to the
bedroom for some well-earned sleep but Christine stayed and
talked with the other for a while. "You must believe that I'm a
bitch," she said. "But when you are small and have a firebrand on
your head you learn how to fight with words -- and I really *was*
pissed off by the rough awakening." The other smiled and
ascertained that they understood. Linda was interested to learn
that Christine was a photographer. "Do you think that's why he
invited you?" she asked Christine. "I don't know," Christine
answered, "I was not asked to bring my cameras, but I guess that
if Mr. Shane can afford a jet like this, he can buy any kind of
photographic equipment he wants." After a while, Christine
yawned, said that she'd better get some sleep, and left for the
bedroom. Karin and Ingrid were already fast asleep and Christine
was surprised to find that both girls had taken off all clothing
and lay completely naked on their beds. She shrugged and thought,
"Why not? That's definitely the most comfortable way to sleep."
She followed their example and soon she was sleeping on the third
bed. Sue awakened the three girls in good time before landing and
showed them how to use the tiny shower cabin. They showered,
dressed and joined the other girls, much refreshed, shortly
before landing.

The fascinated girls looked out of the windows when the jet went
down for landing. Paradise Island looked like a green jewel in
the deep blue sea. When they came closer, they saw white beaches
and palm-trees but no buildings. Sue explained that Bob wanted
the island to look as undisturbed by civilization as possible and
that all buildings, therefore, were skilfully 'camouflaged' by
the vegetation. The airfield was nothing more than a strip of
asphalt (tinted dark green to blend into the greenery) with a
small hangar at one side. They said goodbye to Sue and the pilots
and thanked them for a very pleasant flight. When they left the
aircraft, a middle-aged woman in shorts and t-shirt met them.
"Hello girls," she said, "I am Johanna Stevens and I will be your
hostess at the guest-house. Put your bags on the cart and follow
me, please." A young, dark-skinned, man hauled the cart up to
them. He wore only a small loincloth and Linda admired his
rippling muscles that moved beneath his skin. "This is Peo who
helps me at the guesthouse when he has time off from fishing,"
Johanna explained. Peo smiled a wide grin and his white teeth
gleamed in the dark face. "Hello Ladies, well met," he greeted
them.

***

The guesthouse was a short walk from the airfield. "It looks like
the Sheraton Resort outside Tucson!" the surprised Joe-Anne
exclaimed. "No doubt it does," Johanna replied, "Bob used the
same architect." They entered the lobby and were met by a young
woman who smiled at them and said, "O there you are. The rooms
are ready, Johanna." Linda was amazed to see that the woman wore
only a loincloth too. Her perky breasts were naked and her
nipples were stiff. She noticed Linda's stare and smiled happily
at her. Johanna smiled amusedly at Linda and said, "Don't be
surprised dear. You will find that there is no body taboo among
the people on this island. This by the way is Myallangaga, or My
for short, and she is Peo's little sister. And this My are the
ladies I told you about." My curtsied and smiled at them -- "she
has a beautiful smile," Linda thought. At that moment Peo arrived
with their baggage. My gave up a little shout and flew into his
brother's arms, hugging and kissing him. In the process, her
loincloth dropped to the floor, leaving her entirely naked. Peo
hugged her back, and they could all se suspicious movements
beneath his loincloth.

Johanna laughed at the scene and said with faked sternness, "My,
stop teasing your poor brother and help the ladies find their
rooms. They are tired and need to clean up and rest." "OK boss,"
My giggled. She gave her brother a final hug, disentangled, and
looked expectantly at them. Linda noticed that My didn't bother
to pick up her loincloth to cover herself. Soft black curls grew
on her small pussy. "Take your bags and follow My," Johanna told
the girls, "Dinner will be around eight and I will give you a
call an half-hour before. They took their luggage and followed
the naked teenager who bounced happily toward their rooms.

***

Rested and refreshed, the girls assembled again for dinner. Most
of them wore considerable less clothing -- Joe-Anne went
furthest, she only wore a skimpy pair of shorts, leaving her
breasts naked and her legs and feet bare. She smiled at My, who
was wearing her loincloth again, and said, "Can the natives go
around naked, so can I. I love to be naked at home when the
weather is hot." Before dinner, Johanna presented a woman of
indeterminable age for them. "This is Susan Hillarp, our nurse,"
she said, "and she has something for you." "Hello girls," Susan
said, "I'm here to give you a vaccination. It's just a precaution
-- we cannot let you become sick, can we?" The girls lined up and
Susan gave them their shots. After this short interlude they all
sat down at the table.

The dinner was excellent and they praised Johanna for it. "Don't
praise me, girls!" Johanna laughed, "I didn't make the dinner.
Praise the person who is worth the tribute." Then she raised her
voice and called, "Boobo come here! The ladies want to thank
you." A middle-aged, but still very beautiful woman entered the
room. Linda was almost surprised to se that she actually wore a
dress, and not a loincloth. "This is Ngboobo," Johanna told them,
"and she is our cook." "This guesthouse is somewhat of a family
business," she continued, "Boobo is the mother of Peo and My, and
her husband Gurangala and eldest son Berengo are fishermen and
they supply much of our food." They all thanked Boobo for the
dinner and the woman smiled happily. "I can see the family
resemblance -- they all have the same happy smile," Linda
thought.

After dinner, Johanna told them to stay and laid down the ground
rules. "While you are guests here, you can go anywhere on the
Island except to Bob's manor house and the garden around it --
unless Bob invites you, of course. Naturally, you can use the
pool and other facilities at the guesthouse." "We even have a
Sauna," she added and smiled at Karin who smiled back. "If you
like, you can also swim in the sea, but don't go beyond the reef,
the currents are unpredictable and they can be dangerous. As you
have seen already, nudity is not a great deal here -- wear
clothing or go naked, as you prefer, but be careful with the sun.
I have an assortment of sun lotions that you can use." Johanna
smiled at Christine, "even one very efficient for you, my dear."
"Can we explore the interior of the island?" Joe-Anne asked
eagerly. "Yes, of course," Johanna replied, "but the terrain is
rough and it's easy to loose your way. I suggest that you ask Peo
to guide you if you want to make any explorations. He knows all
the paths and can show you a lot of beautiful and interesting
places -- and I'm sure he would be happy to accompany you." "In
three days, another six girls will arrive, and then you will be
informed of the terms for your employment. In the meanwhile,
enjoy your stay," Johanna concluded. This brought Linda's
thoughts back to the question of the mysterious employment, which
she had almost forgotten due to all the new impressions. "I
wonder what all this is about," she thought.

***

Three very pleasant days followed. The girls gradually became
more and more relaxed with their clothing. Joe-Ann was the first
to adopt full nudity. After the first day, she rarely wore
anything at all. She became a fast friend with My who 'forgot'
her loincloth more often than not. The two girls explored the
island together and they even went to visit My's grandmother, who
lived in the village. Many villagers saw the two naked girls when
they went, hand in hand, through the village and the young men
smiled approvingly. Linda suspected that they did more intimate
explorations of each other too, but she neither knew, nor cared
to ask them. Linda didn't go that far -- she usually wore at
least her bikini panties when moving about. However, she swam
nude in the pool and in the sea, and she enjoyed tanning her
naked body in the sun -- all the girls did that. Linda noticed
that Peo was often nearby on these occasions -- he seemed to
enjoy the sight of the tanned girl, clad solely in her long
yellow hair.

[Bob lowered his binoculars and smiled at Lisa. "It seems that
the girls are adapting well to the local lifestyle," he said.
"Yes my dear," Lisa replied. "Tomorrow the rest of the girls are
arriving. Shall we give them some time to do the same?" she
asked. "Yes, but only two days. Then we drop the bomb," Bob
answered.]


Chapter 3 -- Decisions

Six more girls arrived and they were, at first, rather shocked by
the others' casual ways. However, the nude life-style was
infectious and they quickly adopted it, more or less. Gretchen, a
buxom blonde from Germany, went as far as Joe-Anne and walked
around in her altogether most of the time. The other girls
settled for various degrees of nudity and soon all but one bathed
in the pool and were tanning themselves without any clothing.
Linda made several friends among the new girls and she was amazed
to find that one of them, Kayo Naita -- a doll-like Japanese
beauty from Nagoya, had a pussy that was completely hairless.
Linda couldn't help staring at the bald pussy and Kayo noticed
her stare. "Electrolysis" she said matter-of-factly. "The hair
will never grow back. It was done when I went to the Geisha
school." "Geisha school? I thought Geishas were a thing of the
past," Linda said in amazement. "Not at all," the Japanese girl
protested. "A Geisha is a highly regarded member of our society.
Many Westerners believe that Geishas are prostitutes, but that is
not true. We are educated in conversation, music, dance and many
other ways to entertain a man, in addition to sex. I believe that
the owner of this island wants something like that." "Maybe you
are right," Linda replied, "I hope that he will tell us soon." As
if this was a signal, Johanna entered the pool area and
announced, "Tonight, after dinner, Mr. Shane will come and inform
you about the terms of your employment." "At last -- here comes
the moment of truth," Linda thought.

It was a tense silence among the assembled young ladies. Most of
them had opted to dress in a far more formal way than usual. Even
Joe-Anne and Gretchen were wearing clothes (only shorts and
t-shirts, but that was quite formal for them). Most of the other
girls wore dresses. Johanna entered the room together with an
elegant middle-aged woman and a boyish looking man with dark hair
and steel-rimmed glasses. "My Goodness! That must be Bob -- he
looks so young," Linda thought. Johanna raised her voice a little
and said, "Ladies, let me present to you, Mr. Shane, the owner of
this island, and Mrs. Reilly, his assistant and CEO for Paradise
Island, Inc. Mr. Shane, the floor is yours." Bob sauntered up in
front of them and said, "Please call me Bob, everyone else does."
He continued, "I'm happy that you could come here and I hope you
have enjoyed your stay so far." There was a murmur of agreement
from the assembled girls.

I'm certain," he went on, "that all of you have been wondering
and speculating about exactly what kind of queer job this is. It
is now the time to take you out of the darkness. Before you leave
this room, you will be given a contract. Read it carefully, and
if you agree with the terms, sign it and give it to Johanna
before Thursday noon. If you have any questions about the
contract you can ask her." He shrugged and continued, "The
contract is rather long and full of legalese to cover all
foreseeable circumstances but I will give you a synopsis. To use
an old cliche -- I have good news and bad news. The good news is
that the pay is good -- very good. The contract runs for four
years but you can break it earlier if you like. All the figures
are in the written document, there are milestones, bonuses and
such besides your regular salary, but if you sum it up, you will
find that the total amount is two million dollars. Moreover, all
your expenses will be covered during your stay here. That means
that you will all become moderately rich if you fulfil the
contract." Linda was amazed, "Two millions!" she thought. "What
does he expect us to do for that fortune?"

Bob was coming to that point. "The bad news is that the contract
is a slave-contract, literally a slave-contract. If you sign it,
you will become my slavegirls for the duration of it. You will be
on call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, for four years. Naturally,
it's impossible for you to actually work all that time, but if,
for example, I tell you to entertain at an evening party, it's no
excuse that you already have worked for a full day with something
else. We will try to rotate such duties to make each of your
workloads reasonable but you cannot count on ANY free time."
"Whew!" Linda thought, "He is a tough customer. But two
millions?"

Furthermore," Bob continued, "and most important -- I require
*total* obedience of you. You must do whatever my representatives
or I tell you. You must dress the way you are told -- and most of
the time that will be in nothing but a smile. And finally, you
are not allowed to protest or sulk but must do all your tasks
gladly and willingly." There was a stunned silence among the
girls. This was worse than they had feared -- they would, indeed,
become slaves. "This cannot be legal! Is he a madman? What will
happen if we refuse to sign the contract?" Linda thought.

May I make a few comments?" the elegant lady asked. "Sure Lisa,
go ahead," Bob replied. Lisa stood in front of the girls and
studied them carefully. "I can see that you are shocked," she
said, "and many of you fear for your safety." She looked at the
pale girls who could only nod. "Don't worry," she told them
kindly. "First, the only thing that will happen to you if you
don't sign the contract is that you will be sent home. We pay
your tickets, of course." Most of the girls looked very relieved
and Lisa guessed that they planned to choose this option.
"Second," she continued. "When you read the contract, you will
see that there *are* limits to what you will be required to do.
We don't want to cause permanent harm to any of you, and anything
that could do so is off limit. There will also be a 'safeword'
that you can use if you think something harmful is about to be
done to you." She looked at the girls and noted that most of them
seemed to have regained their composure. "Do you have any
questions?" she asked.

One of the girls raised her hand. "Yes, Karen, what is it?" Lisa
asked. "Do our tasks include sex?" Karen Wilson, a pretty
teen-ager from Boulder, wondered in a low voice. She blushed
furiously and hid her face in her hands. "Yes, of course it
does," Bob replied. "You will have sex with me, my guests, my
staff, or any other person, if told so. You may also be told to
have sex with each other as entertainment on our parties." "Anal
sex?" It was Betty. Bob shrugged. "Well, that's a tough question.
I'm not much for anal sex myself and it can be harmful. On the
other hand, it's quite common and some guests may want it. I
think the best solution is to make it voluntary -- if you agree
to do it, fine, but I will not force you." "It might be a good
idea to make a list of the girls who accept anal sex," he said in
an aside to Lisa.

After that, a torrent of questions broke loose. Bob and Lisa
patiently answered these questions; Bob always stressing the fact
that the girls would be slaves and that they had to obey, and
Lisa smoothing things over, stressing that they cared for the
girls and didn't wish to harm them. Linda suspected that this was
a rehearsed strategy and, finally, she couldn't keep her mouth
shut. "You don't seem to want us to sign that contract," she told
Bob. A hush fell over the room. Bob looked at her for a long time
and then he said sternly, "Yes, I want you to sign the contract
*but* I also want you to be fully aware what it means. I don't
want to hear any whining that you have been fooled." Bob changed
his voice and continued kindly, "I have been playing the bad guy
tonight as some of you may have noted." He looked at Linda with
an amused smile. "However, I *do* like you and I hope that you
will choose to stay. There is no need for a hasty decision. Take
your time, read the contract carefully and ask Johanna if
anything is unclear." With that, the meeting was over. Bob and
Lisa said goodnight and left. The girls discussed the strange
proposal for while but most of them felt emotionally drained and
were tired. Therefore, they soon left for their rooms, taking
their contracts with them.

***

The next day, things went back to the normal routine, at least
outwardly. The girls went back to swimming in the pool or sea,
walking on the beach, or sunning in the nude. Joe-Ann and
Gretchen walked around totally naked again. However, one could
see that most of the girls struggled with their decisions --
should they accept Bob's strange proposal and be his slaves with
no control over their lives for four long years, and become
economically independent afterwards? -- Or should they leave the
island and go back to their former lives? Two or three girls
could often be seen, sitting together bent over a contract,
discussing it in hushed voices. A girl sometimes went to her room
to contemplate the contract in solitude behind a closed door, and
Johanna had many visitors in her office.

Linda had severe doubts too. Immediately after the meeting, she
was certain that the only right decision was to leave. "To become
a sex-slave? Never! This is disgusting!" she thought. However,
she read the contract very carefully that evening. At first, her
only intention was to memorize it as fully as possible. "I will
never be allowed to bring this contract with me when I leave,"
she thought. "I must remember all details so that I can describe
it correctly when I write my report." She admitted, reluctantly,
that the contract was very clever. The terms of payment were
diabolically smart. If she signed the contract she would get
$25000 in bonus and if she completed the initial 'obedience
training' (one month), she would get another $35000. The regular
salary was $8000 a month -- and it doubled each year. After each
completed year, she would get a $50000 milestone. Finally, there
was a hefty $300000 bonus for completion of her four-year term.
Just as Bob had said, it added up to $2million -- but more than
half of this amount was earned the last year. She could terminate
the contract at any time; no reason needed to be given.
Similarly, Bob could fire her without giving any reasons. If the
contract was broken before full term, she would keep the money
she had earned but the milestones were only paid for a full year
of service. She would immediately cease being a slave and could
return to the guesthouse until she could get a flight back home.
Paradise Island, Inc. would cover all her expenses, including the
rent for her flat in La Jolla, during her term. The company would
also pay her return ticket, regardless of whether she fulfilled
her term or not.

Linda continued with the part that described her duties as a
slave. It was not as detailed and often refereed to the obedience
training. However, she saw that Lisa was correct in that anything
that could cause permanent harm was excluded. Thus, piercing,
branding and tattooing of the slaves were not permitted and any
physical punishment must not leave any permanent scars. Linda
shuddered, "Physical punishment?" she thought, "What is this?
Some Gothic Horror movie?" She had nightmares about torture that
night.

***

The next evening she wandered alone on the beach, struggling with
her feelings. The prospects of being a helpless slave both
terrified her and had a strange appeal. She imagined herself
naked and in chains in a medieval torture chamber, being whipped
by a hooded sinister figure. God! She was getting wet! She looked
down and saw a dark spot spreading in the front of her bikini
panties (the only item of clothing she was wearing). She looked
furtively around -- the beach was deserted. She couldn't wait!
She lay down, tore off her panties, and rubbed her clit. She came
almost immediately, rested until her heart rate returned to
normal, and went naked into the sea to cool her feverish body.

When she returned for her panties, she found Peo there, holding
them. "You are very beautiful Linda," he said, "and your smell is
lovely," he continued, sniffing loudly at the panties. Linda was
embarrassed, but she was still horny and she reminded herself,
"Peo has seen me naked many times, and all the natives perceive
sex as a very natural thing." She needed to talk with someone and
Peo was a good choice. "Oh, Peo! I'm so confused," she told him.
"This slave business scares me but at the same time it turns me
on. I don't know what to do." Peo hugged her and caressed her
long wet hair. He kissed her and said, "Linda, I don't know what
you are talking about. Please tell me, what is this slave
business?" Linda explained about the contract and her mixed
feelings. Peo scratched his chin thoughtfully and said, "I think
I understand. My tells me that the village girls have been
teasing Bob by showing him their bodies and refusing to have sex
with him. I think he wants some girls that cannot refuse him. My
also tells me that Bob always is very kind to her, and she thinks
he is a good-hearted but shy person. I think she is right and I
don't think Bob wants to hurt you, he wants to love, and be loved
by you." 

"Oh, Peo! Thank you, you have helped me a lot," Linda exclaimed.
She kissed him and felt his stiff cock pressing against her
stomach. That was all it took to reignite Linda's fire. "Fuck me
Peo! I need you now, please fuck me," she cried. She tore off
Peo's loincloth, fell to her knees, and kissed his magnificent
cock. "Please fuck me Peo!" she whispered. Peo lifted her up and
she threw her legs around his waist. Linda felt Peo's rigid cock
enter her hot hole and kissed him again. They fucked many times
that night and Linda was amazed by Peo's stamina. Finally, they
fell asleep in each other's arms on the beach.

The next morning Peo kissed Linda awake and said, "I must go and
help my father and brother with the nets but that will only take
a couple of hours. Then I want to show you something. Is that
OK?" "Peo, you are hopeless!" Linda admonished him. "You are just
as mysterious as everybody else. What 'something'?" "It's a
surprise," Peo replied, "but you will like it. OK?" "OK," Linda
answered. They kissed and Peo left. Linda took a quick dip in the
sea to rinse off the sand and dried cum on her body. This time
she brought her panties and rinsed them thoroughly in the water.
She looked at the wet garment and thought, "No use to put these
wet panties back on." So, with them in her hand, Linda went back
to the guesthouse. She put her panties to dry on a sun-chair and
entered the building. Four of the girls were having breakfast and
one of them was Gretchen. She looked at Linda's naked body and
asked, "Are you joining the club, Linda?" "Well, I took a dip in
the sea and I don't like wet panties," Linda replied with a
shrug.

***

After breakfast she put on a t-shirt and shorts. She also donned
sandals, "in case the road is rough," and waited for Peo. He
arrived presently and asked, "Are you ready Linda?" "Yes, ready
and curious," she answered. He led her to a path that climbed a
steep slope into the woods. When they had climbed the slope he
turned to Linda and said, "This path leads to one of the sacred
places of my people. You must enter it naked as you were born.
Take off everything, Linda!" With that he took off his loincloth
and hanged it on a branch. Linda took off her clothes, sandals,
and her wristwatch and looked expectantly at Peo. "Put your
belongings beside the path and follow me," he said. "Nobody will
touch your things here." 

They followed the path together. It soon stopped climbing and
entered a narrow ravine. It was a strange and exhilarating
feeling to walk stark naked in the woods. Linda could feel the
warm breeze on her naked skin and the soft grass tickled her
toes. Suddenly, the path exited from the ravine and a secluded
valley appeared before Linda's astonished eyes. The valley was
surrounded by hills. In the centre there was a lake, and from one
hill a small waterfall was tumbling down. "Let's swim in the
lake," Peo shouted. He ran down to the lake and dove in and Linda
followed his example. They frolicked in the water and Linda felt
a strange vibrant feeling of vitality in her body. "Can you feel
it?" Peo laughed. "This lake is sacred to the great Mother
Goddess who gives life to all things. No outsider knows about
this place, not even Bob, although technically he owns it."
Afterwards, they made love on the soft grass beside the lake and
Peo said, "Love is the great gift of the Mother. I love you
Linda!" They made love many times that afternoon.

Finally, too exhausted to continue, they just lay there and
talked. "Have you decided what to do Linda?" Peo asked and at
that moment she suddenly knew. She smiled at Peo. "Yes my
Darling! I love you of all my heart and I will stay for your
sake." They kissed and embraced and Peo said, "We can probably
not see each other very often when you become Bob's slave but I
will wait for you my Love. The Mother is my witness." "Yes, and I
will wait for you, my Love. Once this is over, nothing can keep
me from you. Bob will have my body for four years but you will
always have my heart." They swam in the lake a final time and
then they went back on the path. They retrieved their clothes but
they didn't dress until they were just outside the guesthouse.
"Go now and do your service to Bob," Peo said, "I will wait for
you." 


Chapter 4 -- Mistress

Linda signed the contract and gave it to Johanna early the next
morning. "So you decided to join us Linda," Johanna said, "I
expected you to opt out." "I have a very good reason to stay,"
the smiling girl replied. Johanna looked curiously at Linda but
she didn't comment the strange remark. "Well, there will be a
meeting today at noon where you will be told your new tasks," she
said. "Enjoy your last few hours as a free woman until then."

It turned out that only three girls chose to leave. Much to
Linda's surprise, one of them was Gretchen. "Why, Gretchen?"
Linda asked her, "I thought that you would love the opportunity
to be naked for four years." "I would," Gretchen, who was stark
naked as was her wont, replied "but I cannot accept the thought
of somebody else ordering me what to do -- not for all the money
in the World." The other two who were leaving were Maria Mascaro,
an olive-skinned slender girl from Sao Paulo, Brazil and Nina
Gabric, a lovely, but shy, girl from Zagreb, Croatia. "I'm a
virgin," Nina confessed shyly to Linda, "and I must save my
maidenhead for my future husband. I would love to earn this
fortune, but if I loose my virginity I can never marry and get a
family." 

Johanna entered the room together with a tall redheaded woman
dressed in city-shorts and an elegant cotton jacket. "Order
girls," she commanded. The murmur died down and an expectant
silence filled the room. "Now is the moment for your decision,"
she continued. "Nina, Gretchen and Maria, you have not signed the
contract. Do you want to change your mind?" she asked them. All
three girls said that they couldn't agree on the terms. "I hope
there are no hard feelings", Johanna said. "None at all!"
Gretchen exclaimed. "I have loved every minute of my stay and I'm
sorry it's over. I will always remember Paradise Island."
"Alright girls," Johanna continued. "Your flight leaves at three,
so you've better start packing." The three girls said goodbye and
left reluctantly. "Don't worry, you will see your friends again
for a proper farewell," Johanna called after them.

Johanna now turned to the remaining eleven girls. "You *have*
signed the contract," she told to them. "Now is your last chance
to back out. Second thoughts, anybody?" she asked. All the girls
shook their heads, they were determined to go on, but most of
them looked uneasy. "OK," Johanna continued after a short pause,
"I can then welcome you to your new employment. From now on you
are slavegirls and you will serve Bob, as stipulated in the
contract. Mistress Mona here will handle your training. Please
take over Mona." 

***

Mona was silent for a long moment and looked into the eyes of
each girl in turn. Linda felt chill creep along her spine when
the Mistress' gaze fell on her. "Slaves," she said finally in a
stern voice that made Linda shudder, "my name is Mona but you
shall always call me 'Mistress' and you shall obey me absolutely,
otherwise you will be punished. Is that understood?" "Yes
Mistress," they replied in chorus. "Good! My first orders to you
are: 

Get a safe-deposit box from Johanna and take it to your room.

Put your money, passport, all your jewellery, including what you
may be wearing, and your other valuables in the box and lock it.

Strip off your clothes and take a thorough shower. Take care to
remove all your makeup and cut your nails short. Johanna has
nail-polish remover if you need it.

Pack all your clothes and other belongings in your suitcases.

Bring the box and your suitcases to the lobby where Johanna will
take care of them. You will not see your belongings again until
your term is done or the contract is broken. From now on, you own
*nothing* -- not even your bodies. Is that clear?"

It took the stunned girls a few moments to realize that the
Mistress had asked a question. "Yes Mistress" they replied in a
somewhat imprecise chorus. Mona looked sternly at them and then
on her wristwatch. "You got 30 minutes, sharp, and then you shall
be back -- as clean and naked as newborn babies. What are you
waiting for? Get moving! Now!" 

The terrified girls jumped up and got in each other's way in
their haste to comply. Johanna gave them the boxes (nobody had
bothered to use nail polish, so the remover was not needed) and
the girls actually ran to their rooms to carry out the Mistress'
order. "Wasn't you a bit hard to them, dear?" Johanna asked
laughingly when the girls had disappeared. "No," Mona answered
seriously, "the first moments are the most important to establish
total control." "You certainly did that," Johanna replied. "Are
you sure that we should go on with the next steps?" she asked.
"Yes a solid dose of humiliation is essential to settle them into
their new role," Mona answered.

***

It was eleven very naked and very nervous girls who less than 30
minutes later were lined up in the lobby with their (former)
belongings. "Good, you are in time," Mona noted, "Follow me!" She
led the girls to the hairdresser's saloon, where Anne Hampton was
waiting for them. "I said naked as newborn babies and I don't
think you were born with the present bushes on your pussies --
they have go and you need a haircut to keep the lice away." Linda
almost fainted. "NO!" she shouted, "NOT MY HAIR! PLEASE! DON'T
CUT MY HAIR!" Mona put her terrible gaze on her. "Do you refuse
SLAVE?" she said with steel in her voice. Linda deflated,
"No...I...mean...please," she whimpered. Mona continued in a
stern voice, "SLAVE, you have two choices. You can break the
contract NOW, or you can obey me. What will it be? Do you want to
break the contract?" The intimidated girl could only shake her
head.

Mona sat down on a chair and commanded, "COME HERE SLAVE!" The
terrified girl jumped to obey the Mistress' order. "Lie down on
my lap NOW!" was the next command. Linda obeyed and thought,
"This is absurd. She cannot *spank* me?" Alas, that was exactly
Mona's intention. She said, "It seems that you have not fully
realized your change in status. Let this be a lesson for all of
you. Linda, you have broken against the stipulations in the
contract. You have protested against an order, twice, and you
have forgotten what you are supposed to call me. Normally, that
would be quite enough to fire you. However, today I'm lenient --
you are new to this. You will get 20 spanks on your naked
buttocks for each of your protests and 10 more for your
forgetfulness -- 50 in total."

With that she started to deliver hard spanks to Linda's quivering
buttocks. Linda clenched her teeth, determined to preserve her
dignity. Her determination evaporated quickly. The Mistress was a
true artist in the art of spanking, spreading the spanks evenly
over Linda's smarting behind and pausing long enough to let each
spank have its full effect before she delivered the next one.
After less than 20 spanks, Linda couldn't keep still any longer.
She squirmed on the Mistress' lap and tears were streaming down
her face. After a few additional spanks, Linda's buttocks were
turning crimson and the last vestiges of her adult dignity had
vanished utterly. Linda behaved like a little girl, receiving her
just deserts for some childish transgression. She was wailing
loudly, she was kicking her feet in a vain attempt to escape the
terrible spanks that landed relentlessly on her tender behind,
and she promised her Mistress to *never* refuse an order again.
"Please Mistress ... (spank) AAAHOHUH! Mistress...I will be a
good girl... (spank) AOOOH!" However, Mona paid no attention to
her pleas but continued until the promised number had been
delivered.

Finally, the ordeal was over. Linda was continuing to sob and
squirm for almost five minutes before she quieted down. Mona
patted Linda's very red buttocks and then she caressed her
exposed slit. "Hmm -- you are wet, little one. What a little slut
you are, dear," she said in a soothing voice, quite unlike the
one she had been using earlier. To her horror, Linda realized
that Mona (no her Mistress) was right. She had never felt more
humiliated in her life and her face became, if possible, one
shade redder than her smarting ass. "Alright slavegirl," the
Mistress continued (the original voice again). "Stand up and go
and get your hair-cut like a good girl." No fight remained in
Linda. She meekly went to the hairdresser's chair and sat down on
her tender behind and Anne started her work with professional
efficiency. Soon Linda's pussy was bald like an egg and only a
short stubble remained of her beautiful long hair. Linda looked
at herself in the mirror and cried openly in shame and
humiliation.

After this demonstration, none of the other ten girls dared to
offer any resistance and soon all the young women had gone
through a radical transformation. Their hairless pussies made
them feel like little girls, controlled by a stern parent, and
much of their self-esteem had disappeared with their hair. They
stood clustered together, trying to hide behind each other,
looking fearfully up at the Mistress. She suddenly seemed to be
ten feet tall. Mona scrutinized them critically and finally said,
"That's better, "I will now give you a first lesson in how to
behave, and then you can go to bid your friends goodbye." "Sit
down on the floor before me!" she commanded. They all sat down in
a semicircle before her chair, feeling like small children. Linda
would have preferred to stand -- her well-spanked bottom still
hurt -- but she didn't dare to draw attention to herself again.
The Mistress started to explain the basic rules of proper slave
behaviour. "This, is just the bare basics," she said. "We will go
through it in much greater detail later, but I have a few points
that I want you to take to your hearts and to remember at all
times:

You are slavegirls. That means that you are *always* lowest on
the ranking order.

You must be very polite to other people. The correct way to
address me is, as you know, 'Mistress' -- all other women, even
girls younger than you are, are entitled 'Mam'. Mr. Shane will be
your Master and you will call him 'Master', once your training is
over -- all other men are 'Sir'.

You must never look into the eyes of your betters but always
lower your gaze. It is also proper that you bend your necks
submissively, but there is no need to overdo it.

As a rule, don't speak if you are not spoken to but answer
promptly, and don't forget to use the correct address. Always ask
for my permission to speak if you need to tell me something.

Right, now I am your sole Mistress and you have to obey me
unquestionably. Naturally, you must always be polite to all
others but you don't have to obey them like that, unless I tell
you so. In the beginning, I will be nearby all the time to
instruct you what to do. Later, I will give you rules how to
behave when you are on your own."

Mistress Mona paused for a moment and let her gaze wander from
girl to girl, who obediently looked down, and then she continued,
"This is only a sample of the rules you have to learn, but it
will do for the moment. Do you have any questions?" There was a
long silence while the girls tried to assimilate what they just
heard. Finally, Joe-Anne asked timidly, "Mistress, may I ask a
question?" Mona smiled at her and said, "Of course, dear. I asked
if you had any questions. That means an implicit permission to
ask them. What is it, dear?" "Will it always be like this?"
Joe-Anne asked anxiously with tears in her eyes. Mona smiled
gently. "I know that this is very new to all of you," she
answered kindly, "and that it seems terrible. Don't worry! These
rules will soon become a second nature to you, and you will obey
them automatically. They are also what I call 'public' or
'strict' rules and your Mistress or Master has always the freedom
to relax them. I have no doubt, for example, that Mr. Shane will
allow you to call him Bob in private." She smiled again and said,
"Well, Now it's time to wave your friends off for their travel."

***

They went back to the lobby. My was there, cleaning the room, and
her eyes became wide in amazement when she saw the slavegirls.
She ran up to her friend Joe-Anne and exclaimed, "Joe, you look
so different!" "Yes, Mam," Joe-Anne answered awkwardly. My
giggled, "Nobody ever called me 'Mam' before. Oh, Joe, your pussy
looks so *smooth*. May I touch it, please?" Joe-Anne didn't know
what to do. She was very embarrassed and looked desperately at
the Mistress for advice. Mona stepped in. "This is an instructive
example," she said. "As your Mistress I may choose to let another
person control you, and I do so now." "Joe-Anne, obey My," she
commanded. "Gee!" My exclaimed. "Can I tell her to do anything?"
she asked Mona "Anything within reason," the Mistress replied.
"You are not allowed to harm her but anything else goes." 

My straightened her back and tried to look like a stern Mistress
(with slight success). "Spread your legs and put your hands
behind your head!" she commanded. Joe-Anne obeyed, blushing
furiously; she was extremely embarrassed, but also incredibly
turned-on. Now her bald pussy was completely exposed; everyone in
the room could se her swollen inner lips and her erect clitoris.
Her fluids started to overflow and trickled down her spread legs.
"Stand still!" My commanded and fell to her knees before Joe's
pussy. She started to lick it and inserted a finger into Joe's
vagina. It didn't take long until Joe-Anne came. Her whole body
shuddered, sweat was streaming down her naked body, and her eyes
were closed. "I'M COMING...OH GOD...I'M COMING!" she screamed.
Her legs buckled and she fell to the floor.

Thank My for your orgasm!" Mona commanded. "Thank you Mam,"
Joe-Anne whispered to My. "No, thank her clearly and explicitly!"
"Thank you Mam for my wonderful orgasm," Joe said somewhat
louder. "You are welcome," My replied. "Now do me a return
favour!" My tore off her loincloth, lay on her back on the floor,
and spread her legs wide. "Lick my pussy!" she commanded.
Joe-Anne didn't hesitate. She crawled up to My's exposed pussy
and stated to lap it like a cat. Her tongue darted over My's clit
and into her vagina. My went rigid; her whole body bent into a
bow, leaving only the back of head and the soles of her feet in
contact with the floor. She screamed a scream of pure joy, and
finally she collapsed, totally exhausted. The two girls kissed
and embraced. "Oh Joe, I have wished to do this for a long, long
time," My panted. Mona laughed and clapped her hands, "OK, girls.
The school is out for the moment. Forget all about the slave
business and give your friends a proper farewell." I will be back
in 45 minutes for your next lesson," she said and left the room.

The other three girls, had arrived during My's and Joe-Anne's
performance and they looked in amazement at the scene and at the
slavegirls. "Wow! That was hot," Maria commented and Nina blushed
(she was the only one who had never gone beyond topless during
their stay).

Gretchen examined Linda carefully and said, "This is neat Linda.
I thought that I was naked before -- but you are nakeder than
I've ever been. How does it feel to have a shaved pussy Linda?"
Linda blushed and said, "I don't know -- it's so new to me but
the air on my bare pussy lips makes me feel turned-on." Gretchen
caressed Linda's slit and said, "Ha! It's true. You are quite
wet." Linda shuddered and exclaimed, "Please Gretchen, not here,
and not now!" "OK," Gretchen answered, "I don't want to embarrass
you any more than you already are." She gave Linda's clit a last
caress and withdrew her hand. Linda's mind was in turmoil, she
wanted to beg Gretchen to continue to caress her slit, and she
could feel her juices dripping from her hot pussy, trickling down
on her tights. Her nipples were hard like pebbles, and her breath
felt short. Gretchen looked approvingly at her, "Linda, you sure
looks hot," she said, "I almost regret that I didn't stay." 

There was a general round of hugging and kissing and the girls
promised to keep in touch when this was all over. Too soon it was
time for the three girls to leave. Peo arrived with his cart for
their luggage. He also looked astonished when he saw the
slavegirls but he took Linda aside and whispered, "My Love, you
are still very beautiful." Linda looked gratefully at him. "I
love you Peo," she whispered. After a quick kiss, Peo left for
the airfield and the three girls followed him. Nancy went to
Linda and said, "You *do* love Peo, don't you Linda?" "Yes, I do,
of all my heart," Linda replied.

***

As she had promised, Mistress Mona returned after 45 minutes.
"Now we will go to your new home ", she told the girls and
started for the main door. "Mistress, may I ask?" "Yes Nancy,
What is it?" "Are we really going out stark naked like this?" the
beetroot red girl asked in a trembling voice. "Yes, of course you
are," Mona replied. "You are in a perfectly normal state for a
slavegirl and you'd better get used to it because this will be
your attire from now on." With that she opened the door and
stepped out and the girls followed her reluctantly. All of them
felt ashamed and humiliated to be out in the open air like this,
even Joe-Anne. True, she had been naked abroad many times before
but never like this. She had never been out with a bald pussy for
everybody to see before -- and never with semi-dried vaginal
fluid smeared on most of her legs. The Mistress set a brisk pace
on the path toward the village and the girls' apprehension grew
-- should they really be paraded through the village like this
for everybody to see? Linda almost revolted again, but she
remembered her spanking (her behind still smarted a little) and
kept her mouth.

Thankfully, they didn't continue all the way to the village, but
took a bypath that led into a group of trees, not far from the
beach. There were a few simple huts beneath the trees and Mona
led them to the largest. It was nothing more than a roof, covered
with palm-leafs and supported by round beams. Green grass was
growing on the ground, but there was no furniture. She told them
to sit down on the grass before her and said, "This camp is used
by the villagers for the initiation of their boys into manhood. I
thought it was a fitting place for *your* initiation and borrowed
it from the village Elders. This will be your home for the next
four weeks and you are not allowed to leave it without my
company. The small hut over there is the outhouse and you may
wash yourself in the sea -- but stay within sight of the camp." 

They had a light meal and then the Mistress bade them goodnight
and left. "I will return tomorrow for an early start," she
called. "Remember this place is watched, although you will not
see the watchers. Don't leave it, or you will be severely
punished." The girls talked quietly for a while but they were all
very tired, and soon most of the naked slavegirls were fast
asleep, curled on the soft grass. Linda lay awake for a while,
listening to the soft sound of the breeze in the palmtops, and
trying to come to terms with her new life. She thought of her
beloved Peo, rubbing her insatiate pussy. She felt her juices
begin to flow. "Oh Peo, my Love!" she thought, "How I long to be
in your arms". Finally, she brought herself to an orgasm and fell
asleep.

[When she had left the girls, Mona went to the village Elders and
told them that the girls would probably sleep through the night.
"They have had an exhausting day," she said, "but watch them
carefully, just in case." "We will," they replied. She continued
to the manor house and met Bob and Lisa. "How are the girls
doing?" Bob asked. "Sleeping like logs, probably. They are
overwhelmed, maybe a little scared, and quite confused," Mona
replied, "but I think they have reacted well to the program so
far. Tomorrow we start the real training."]


Chapter 5 -- Drills

A woman from the village awakened them early the next morning.
She brought a breakfast basket and the girls suddenly realized
that they were very hungry. "Thank you Mam," they said in chorus.
"Thank you very much for the breakfast." The woman smiled at them
and left. After breakfast, they washed themselves in the sea.
Linda was tempted to swim out to the reef but she remembered her
Mistress' order to stay in sight of the camp and abstained. When
they came back from the beach, Mona was waiting for them.
"Slavegirls, are you ready for your next lesson?" she asked them.
"Yes, Mistress," they answered. "Good," she continued, "I will
now demonstrate the basic submissive postures you will use."
"Linda, come and stand before me!" she commanded. Linda was told
to stand with her feet wide apart, her hands on her back, and her
head bowed.

Mona adjusted the girl's position slightly and then she said,
"This is the First position. Note that all parts of Linda's body
are readily accessible to me." She demonstrated by playing with
Linda's nipples that became stiff, stroking her hand over the
girl's stomach, patting her buttocks, and finished by sticking
two fingers into Linda's wide-open vagina and rubbing the clit
with her thumb. Linda almost came right on the spot; she was very
turned-on, and at the same time acutely aware of the other girls
who were studying her intently. However, Mona stopped just before
Linda could get her release, leaving her very horny and
frustrated. "You will always greet your Master or Mistress in
this position, unless He or She tells you otherwise," Mona
continued. "Everyone, assume the First position!" she commanded.
All the girls hurried to emulate Linda and the Mistress walked
around, corrected, commented and fondled various parts of their
bodies. It was eleven very hot girls that were standing before
her when she was finished.

Mona clapped her hands. "OK, girls," she said, "time for a break.
Feel free to masturbate if you wish." *If they wished!* All the
girls hurried to rub their hot pussies, striving to get their
release as fast as possible. The air was soon filled with their
cries of ecstasy as they reached their orgasms. Mona watched them
with an amused smile and waited until they had quieted down.
"What do you say now girls?" she asked. "Oh, Thank you! Thank you
Mistress for my wonderful orgasm!" they panted.

***

Mona showed them several other positions that day -- kneeling,
sitting on their heels or with their legs spread wide before
them, on all fours with their rumps in the air, and lying on
their back and on their stomachs. She worked them like a
choreographer, insisting that they became letter perfect in all
details. She was driving them to the brink of orgasm many times,
and sometimes let them masturbate themselves to their release.
Their feeble protests that the positions were too indecent were
ruthlessly crushed. "Remember that you are *slavegirls*," she
said sternly. "You have *absolutely no right to modesty*. Your
bodies belongs to your Mistress." 

When she left them after the evening meal, they were exhausted.
Linda had lost count how many times she had come that day. "I'm
becoming a slut," she thought just before she lost consciousness.
"We all are..."

***

The next three days continued in the same way. Mona drilled them
relentlessly. They learned how to move from one position to
another, when to use what position, even how to walk, stand, sit,
and eat. They went through how to behave in various situations.
They rehearsed with the girls playing all the roles: slavegirl,
unknown woman, known woman, Mistress, known & unknown man, group
of men -- even once with Mona doing a perfect imitation of Bob.
There seemed to be endless rules they had to obey but the girls
were apt students and Mona rarely had to raise her voice again.
Happy giggles filled the air at many times and Mona's Bob show
had them rolling on the ground in laughter. She smiled fondly at
them and said, "Thank you for the ovations girls -- but back to
work. I'm Bob and I'm asking you to sit on my lap Linda. What do
you reply?" 

Linda lost most of her terror for their Mistress. True, she was
very respectful and always did her outmost to follow all her
Mistress' instructions to the letter, and she was careful to
always use her proper title. The other girls were also much more
relaxed and seemed almost happy -- all except Karin who was often
quiet and withdrawn. Ingrid was worried over her friend's
reaction and told Linda that Karin slept uneasily and often
talked in her sleep. "She speaks Swedish but she mumbles and I
cannot catch what she is saying, but she seems very upset,"
Ingrid said.

***

However, the following morning the girls got a new lesson in the
dire consequences of disobedience. It started with a drill in
masturbation on command. "This is something you must be able to
do," the Mistress said. "You must rub your slits and stop on my
command, and you must not come until I give you permission. START
RUBBING...STOP...START AGAIN...STOP..." This was repeated many
times for a long time, leaving them hot and frustrated. Mona
watched the girls carefully and always called STOP when someone
was at the very brink of an orgasm.

Finally, it happened. She called "STOP" but Ruth Jacobs, the
large-breasted brunette from Auckland, was ignoring her command.
She was too far gone and just continued to rub her pussy until
she came with a great cry. "What are you doing Ruth?" Mona asked
her mildly. "I'm sorry Mistress, I couldn't help myself," Ruth
answered panting. "Thank you Mistress for my wonderful orgasm,"
she added with a sly smile. "RUTH COME HERE!" The Mistress
commanded in that dreadful voice Linda hadn't heard since the
first day. Ruth's smile evaporated immediately and she hurried to
stand before her Mistress with bowed head. She looked extremely
apprehensive -- with good reason they were all soon to see.

Mona stared coldly at Ruth. She kept her stare and silence for
several minutes. The poor girl was trembling and her face became
very pale and covered with cold sweat. Finally, Mona said in the
same dreadful voice, "Ruth do you think this is A JOKE? I did NOT
give you permission to come. You disobeyed MY ORDER -- and you
DARE to be SMUG about it?" She paused for a moment and then she
continued matter-of-factly, "Ruth, you just broke your contract.
You are fired! Go back to the guesthouse and tell Johanna." Ruth
fell to her knees and prostrated herself before the Mistress.
"Please Mistress! Please don't fire me! I will do anything!" she
sobbed. Mona looked hard at Ruth. "Anything?" she asked mildly.
"Yes ANYTHING!" Ruth sobbed with tears streaming down her face.
Mona looked thoughtfully at the prostrate girl and said, "OK
Ruth, I will give you one more chance -- but you will get a
fitting punishment." "Do you accept your punishment whatever it
is?" she asked with a strange glint in her eyes. "YES! OH YES MY
MISTRESS! I PROMISE!" Ruth swore. "OK," the Mistress replied.
"Don't move from this spot Ruth!" "You others are free to do what
you like until I'm back" she added and left them.

[Mona went to see Lisa and told her what had happened. "I just
had a case of severe disobedience. I fired the girl as we agreed
I should do in such cases but she was desperate to stay. I would
like to know why," she said. "Who is the girl?" Lisa asked. "Ruth
Jacobs," Mona replied. Lisa took out Ruth's file and studied it
briefly. "Yes, I think I see why," she said, "Ruth's father has a
complicated brain-tumour, it is not malignant but it is in a very
sensitive area of his brain. We agreed to cover his treatment by
an American specialist if she signed the contract. That's his
only chance to regain health." "Oh, now I understand, and I feel
really sorry for Ruth," Mona responded, "but I MUST punish her in
a way she will never forget -- and in a way that impress her and
the other girls NEVER to disobey an order again. I'm afraid that
I have been too soft with them lately." She explained her ideas,
and Lisa blanched and was silent for a long time. "Bob must
decide this," she said finally and called him. They explained the
situation to Bob and he scratched his chin, looked very
thoughtful, and finally said, "I think you are right Mona -- the
girl has to be punished for her disobedience and the other girls
have to be put in place. But please be careful, Mona. Don't go
too far and harm the poor girl. As a last resort, release her
from the contract and tell her that I will care for her father
anyhow." "Thank you Bob, I will be very careful." Mona replied.
Do you have the things I need?" she asked. "Ask Brad, he will
help you," Bob replied. Mona thanked them and left. Bob and Lisa
sat together in silence for a long while. "Mona is hard -- but
she has a heart of gold," Lisa said at length and Bob nodded.] 


Chapter 6 -- A Bitch in Heat

It was nearly three hours before Mona returned carrying a canvas
bag. The sun had moved and now it fell directly on the prostrate
girl who had not dared to move one millimetre. Sweat covered
Ruth's naked body and she was very thirsty. When she heard her
Mistress' footsteps, she looked up at her, and for a moment she
thought she saw a look of pity on Mona's face. Ruth felt a sudden
dash of hope. "Maybe my punishment won't be so terrible, after
all," she thought. Her hope was crushed immediately when the
Mistress' mien hardened. "Ruth what you did was very bad," Mona
told her. "I made you very horny, for sure, but the other girls
were just as horny as you and they obeyed my command to stop."
"Not you -- you just went on. You couldn't control yourself and
then you didn't feel any shame at all. You behaved like an animal
-- like a bitch in heat," she continued. "Do you have anything to
say, bitch?" she asked Ruth, who cringed at her feet. "Please
Mistress, may I have some water, I'm so thirsty," Ruth croaked.
"Yes, of course, bitch. You will get water later but first your
terms of punishment," Mona answered. She looked sternly at Ruth
and said, "During this punishment, you are strictly forbidden to
masturbate -- one violation and the deal is off." "You behaved
like a bitch and you will BE a bitch. This is your terms of
punishment until you can convince me that you earned the right to
be treated like a human being again:

You must walk on all fours like an animal.

You are forbidden to use your hands to eat. You will be given
food and water in bowls and you must eat and drink like a bitch.

Of course, you cannot use the outhouse; we must take a walk to do
your things.

You cannot sleep in the hut. I don't know if you are housebroken
yet.

You are forbidden to speak with the other girls at all. If you
want my attention you must whimper and look at me until I give
you permission to speak -- I may ignore you.

When you speak of yourself, you are forbidden to use the words
'I', 'me', or 'my' -- use 'this bitch' instead."

Linda was shocked. Ruth would be treated like an animal -- a
female dog -- a bitch. For all practical purposes she would
*become* a bitch. "How could the Mistress be so cruel for such a
tiny overstep?" she wondered.

Mona looked at the other girls who were standing nearby; they
were visibly shaken. "Good," she thought, "I think this is enough
to re-establish a proper respect in them. Now it's time to
proceed with Ruth. I hope she will manage it..." "Do you
understand, bitch?" she asked. "This bitch understands," Ruth
croaked. "Good my pet," Mona continued. "Now a sign of your new
status..." She opened her bag and took out a leather dog collar
and put it around Ruth's neck. The other girls shuddered. "This
goes too far," Linda thought.

Mona took a stainless steel basin from her bag and told Karen to
fetch some water. Karen returned with the basin and was told to
put it in front of 'the bitch'. Ruth was beyond shame; she
eagerly lowered her face to the basin, opened her mouth, and
lapped the cool water. The other girls didn't know what to think.
They felt very sorry for their friend and could hardly believe
that their Mistress could be so hard to her. On the other hand,
Ruth really behaved like an eager dog puppy when she lapped the
water. "The only thing that's missing is a wagging tail," Marina
though and giggled. One stern glance from the Mistress was all it
took to shut her up. "My God! She's a Monster!" Marina thought.
When Ruth finally stopped drinking, her face was wet but the
basin was empty.

Mona attached a leash to Ruth's collar and said, "Let's go for a
walk." Ruth followed her gingerly on all fours and when they were
a short distance from the other girls, but still well within
sight of them, she was told to "do her things". She looked
desperately at Mona and whimpered. "No, my pet," Mona laughed,
"this is far enough. Do your things and be a good girl, my bitch.
This is your only chance before I leave you for tonight. You
don't want to wet your bed, do you?" Ruth gave in; she tried to
squat with her hands still on the ground and let her water go.
She could feel the warm urine spatter to the ground, and on her
feet and calves. She felt utterly humiliated.

"Do my little bitch need to make a poo-poo too?" Mona asked in a
soothing voice, just like you talked to a young puppy. Ruth
blushed and shook her head feebly and they returned to the grove
at the far side from the huts. Mona tied her to a branch under a
tree (being very careful to ensure that Ruth would be protected
from direct exposure to the sun again) and left her alone. She
went to the other girls and told them to sit before her in the
hut. The terrified girls hurried to comply and then they looked
fearfully at their Mistress "I think we need a talk," Mona told
them, "we are in private and if we don't raise our voices, Ruth
will not hear us. I said earlier that the 'public' rules can be
relaxed sometimes and I do relax them now. Call me 'Mona' if that
feels better -- and don't worry -- you will not be punished for
anything you say to me. Be frank with me, just don't shout." 

***

Naturally, it was the outspoken Christine who, finally, dared to
give voice to what they all felt. "How could you be so heartless,
Mistress?" she began. "To leave poor Ruth out in the sun for
hours. She was almost dying of thirst and we didn't dare to help
her -- and then humiliate her like this -- like a DOG?" Her voice
started to rise but she restrained herself and continued in a low
but angry voice, "Don't you have a heart in your body? I thought
you cared for us. I was starting to like you -- and now this..."
she said, the last words with tears in her eyes, and broke off in
sobs. Mona had also tears in her eyes when she replied sincerely,
"My dear girl, I DO care for you..." Her voice broke and Karin
looked at her with a strange expression. "I do care for all of
you; I do care especially for Ruth. It was never my intention to
leave her like that in the sun but it took much longer time to do
what I had to do than I believed. I had to find out why she was
so desperate to stay -- and then I had to ask for Bob's
permission to let her stay once I knew. What she did was a grave
violation of the contract, and her attitude is completely wrong.
Had she shown sincere remorse, I would have let it pass with a
thorough spanking, but she tried to make a joke of it. Your
contract and training are no jokes. Bob pays you a large sum of
money to fulfil his dream and I have promised him to train you --
and I take my promises seriously."

She looked at them, her eyes still lustrous with tears, and
continued, "Believe me. Had any of you done the same as Ruth, you
would have been fired immediately -- just as I intended to do
with Ruth, and just as Bob, Lisa and I agreed when we planned
your training. I know now that Ruth has a very good reason to
stay and I will do all I can to help her fit in. However, she
needs a radical change in attitude to survive as a slavegirl. She
is a very stubborn woman and needs strong medicine to shake her
up. I realize now that not even the haircut did that. It didn't
shake her to the core, like it did for the rest of you." Linda
shuddered, remembering the awful episode. She touched her head;
maybe the hair had grown a little but it was still awfully short.
Mona paused for a moment and the she continued, "I think that her
'bitch-treatment' will do just that. It will humiliate her to her
breaking point but not beyond it. Will you help me to help her?
Treat her like a bitch puppy -- and once her punishment is over,
welcome her back among the humans. Watch her carefully, as I will
do. I trust you -- she is your friend. If you think she is about
to break, tell me immediately -- no matter when, or where, or
what I'm doing. I will stay with you in the camp until this is
over." 

They were moved by Mona's solemn words and promised to help her.
Linda asked, "Mona, can you tell us why Ruth is so desperate to
stay? It may help us to watch her better." "I'm sorry Linda, I
cannot do that. It would be to break trust with Ruth. She might
tell you if you ask her when this is over," Mona answered. "How
long will it take?" Joe-Anne asked. "I don't know but I hope it
will be over in a day or two," Mona replied. Then she bade them
goodnight and retired to her hut.

***

Linda couldn't sleep. Mona had shown them a whole new side of
herself. She could be demanding, even terrifying, but she
*cared*. More than that -- she *loved* them. That was it! Their
Mistress loved them. Her tears when she talked about Ruth had not
been a fake. And she took her task deadly seriously. Why? --
Because she thought that they really needed her training to be
able to stay the full term. Linda thought of her Peo -- she too
was desperate to stay and she decided to take Mona's teachings to
her heart from now on. "Peo my Love," she mumbled. As she lay
there, she heard someone else tossing and turning and muttering
words in a strange language -- Karin slept uneasily too.

Ruth spent the night alone under her tree. She was devastated.
Just when she was beginning to feel secure -- a tiny overstep,
quite understandable really. Mona had been teasing them horribly
-- and then her attempt to joke the incident away with her
grateful thanks to the Mistress -- and she had been *fired*! She
didn't know if Mona knew her reasons to accept the contract --
she might have been told, she might not -- it didn't matter. It
was *unfair*! She had thought that she understood her Mistress --
obviously she did not. Mona was a haughty and selfish -- bitch,
blinded by her swollen ego. It didn't matter! Nothing mattered
beside her resolve to fulfil her contract and help her beloved
father. She would show Mona -- she would show Bob -- she would
show *the whole world* her resolve. Thinking these bitter
thoughts, she finally fell asleep.

***

Mona awakened her. "Come to your Mistress, little bitch," she
said soothingly, loosening her leash, and then she led Ruth to
the other girls. "Have you prepared the puppy's food?" she asked
Joe-Anne. "Yes, Mistress, of course I have", Joe replied and put
a bowl in front of Ruth's face. To Ruth's astonishment, Joe
patted her lightly on her upraised rump and cooed, "Be a good
girl, bitch, and eat you breakfast." Ruth was shaken. "Oh No!"
she thought, "the others are playing along with the Mistress'
cruel game -- but, of course, they have to. They are afraid that
she will do the same to them." Ruth clenched her mental teeth and
her resolve hardened. It didn't matter! Nothing mattered except
her resolve. Ruth bowed her head to the bowl and started to eat.
She was very hungry; she hadn't eaten anything since the previous
morning.

Thankfully, the food was their normal breakfast stuff, cut in
small pieces. "At least, they don't serve me dog-food," Ruth
thought. After her meal, Nancy offered to "take the bitch for a
walk" while the other washed in the sea. Once they were out of
sight and earshot of the other girls, Ruth tried to convince
Nancy to let her do what she had to do in a decent manner. "Be
quiet and stay on all fours, Ruth!" the other girl whispered
urgently. "We are watched and I don't want to get in trouble."
"Be a good girl and do your things," she told Ruth in her normal
voice. Ruth resigned herself to the inevitable. She squatted as
best as she could on all fours and let her water loose (she
managed to avoid getting soiled somewhat better this time). She
also needed to shit but couldn't bring her to that point, out in
the open and under the supervision of the other girl. Therefore,
she shook her head when Nancy asked her.

After Ruth "had done her things", Nancy led her to the sea and
washed her, especially her rump and slit. Ruth became very hot
but Nancy stopped long before Ruth had a chance to reach her
climax, and quickly rinsed off herself. "Shake yourself dry,
bitch!" Nancy told her. Ruth couldn't believe her ears but she
though "maybe the Mistress is nearby", and she did her best to
emulate a dog shaking herself dry. Nancy led her back to the
other girls. Mona met them, took Ruth's leash, led her a little
way apart, and turned her to face the others. "SIT!" she
commanded. Rut automatically started to sit down in the grass in
her normal manner. Her Mistress gave the leash on her collar a
sharp tug. "No, sit like a bitch!" she commanded and Ruth did her
best to do so, sitting with her rump on her heels and her hands
in front of her. "You cannot participate, bitch," Mona told her,
"but you can watch. Watch and Learn!" She left her and joined the
other girls.

***

"We are now coming to a part of your program that, normally,
takes a long time to master, namely the 'secret' signs and codes
between Mistress and slave," she explained. "My regular pupils
learn hundreds of these signs during their training and can
perform very complex actions directed by sign language alone but
you will only learn a few of the most basic." "But, on the other
hand, Bob knows even less," she joked. The girls smiled a little
but they were still shaken by their Mistress harsh treatment of
Ruth and their reaction was feeble, compared with the roaring
laughers earlier. "OK," Mona continued, "the first sign I may
show you looks like this..." She explained what it meant and what
response she expected of them. She continued with several other
signs -- and there were signs *they* could make too. Mona showed
the signs, explained what they meant, let the girls practice
making signs, corrected, spurred them, praised them, and,
occasionally, criticized a girl for a sloppy performance. As
usual, she demanded perfection.

All the time, Ruth sat and watched the doings of the other girls
intently. Despite her bitterness of her humiliating treatment,
she became fascinated -- this was a whole new silent language.
She had the disadvantage of not being able to practice the signs
but she was determined to learn them as well as anybody else. By
the lunch break, the girls could 'speak' whole sentences. For
example, they could ask for Mona's permission to speak, leave,
masturbate, to be allowed to come, to lick her pussy, and to fuck
that good-looking man (!).

After the lunch, for Ruth's part it was again served in her bowl,
the Mistress put their knowledge to practice. Mona was facing the
girls, with her back to Ruth, and signed 'Present yourself'. All
the girls immediately lined up in front of her and assumed First
position. The Mistress signed 'Good girl' then continued with
'Masturbate'... 'Stop'... 'Masturbate'... 'Stop'... It was
uncanny! This was an almost perfect recapitulation of the
yesterday's scene -- the scene that ended in Ruth's grave mistake
-- but in total silence (almost -- the girls were soon panting
loudly), without a spoken word. Finally, the panting and sweating
Marina signed 'Permission to come?' Mona immediately replied
'Denied' and continued with her 'Masturbate'... 'Stop'...
'Masturbate'... 'Stop'. The girls were very hot and frustrated
but they obeyed their Mistress perfectly -- as she, Ruth, had
failed to do. She hung her head in shame.

***

Suddenly, Ruth felt an urgent pressure in her bowels. She needed
to shit -- she needed it badly -- she couldn't wait a minute
longer. Ruth looked desperately at her Mistress. She didn't dare
to move without her permission, but the Mistress had her back
turned toward her. Ruth whimpered -- no reaction. Mona ignored
her and continued with her signing to the other girls. Ruth
whimpered louder and more urgently. Mona signed 'Stop' to the
girls, turned around, and said in an irritated tone, "Not now,
bitch. I'm busy." She glared at Ruth who was tempted to sign
'Need toilet' to make her needs clear. She didn't dare -- that
might be interpreted as "talking" without her Mistress'
permission. She could only whimper again and look imploringly at
her Mistress. "Quiet Bitch!" Mona commanded and turned back to
the other girls... 'Masturbate'... 'Stop'...

Finally, Ruth couldn't hold it any longer. To her utter horror,
she felt her sphincter open and warm, soft shit was leaving her
anus. It was spreading on her feet and legs under her. At the
same time her bladder contracted and warm urine streamed down,
forming a steaming puddle between her legs. A characteristic
smell of fresh shit was spreading and obscene sounds were heard
from her bowels when her gases passed out together with her shit.
Ruth was totally devastated. She had tried, desperately, to
preserve some dignity and had been persuading herself that she
would surmount her punishment, in spite of all her recent
humiliation. Now, in one awful stroke she had lost it all.
*Humiliation*? It was worse, far worse -- it was worse than her
blackest nightmares. She just sat there, paralyzed, in her own
shit, staring blankly.

Mona signed 'Stop' and 'Take a break' to the girls, turned
around, and looked at Ruth. "That's it! Now she will beg me to
stop and show true remorse," she thought, but the girl just sat
there, too stunned to react. The Mistress sighed mentally over
Ruth's stubbornness and said, "Oh, our little pet has had an
accident. Silly me! I forgot that she is quite young and not
housebroken yet." The girls felt awful but they couldn't help
giggling hysterically at the absurd situation. However, Ruth
didn't react at all, she just sat and looked before her with
empty eyes and Mona realized that she had misjudged the
situation. "This looks serious. I will never forgive myself if I
have let it slip too far and harmed the poor girl," she though.
"She needs a lot of kindness now." She took Ruth's leash and gave
it to Ingrid, the kindest and gentlest of the girls. "Take her to
the sea and help her clean herself, take your time", she told the
Swedish girl quietly. Ingrid left, leading Ruth who followed her
mechanically. "Help me clean up the mess!" Mona told the others
once Ruth was out of earshot.

Together, they removed all traces of Ruth's accident. "I don't
think any of you want me to continue with the practice right
now," Mona told the girls, "and I need to take care of Ruth
tonight. Once Ruth comes back, you can bathe and then you are
free for today." "Mistress, may I speak?" "Yes, of course,
Linda." "Did you really plan for Ruth to soil herself?" "No
Linda, I didn't plan it. I though she took care of her needs when
she was out with Nancy," Mona replied. "I should have understood
when she started to whimper, but maybe it was better this way.
This might be the shock she needed to shake her up," she
continued. Mona was not as sure as she tried to sound. "Tomorrow
I will bring the girls to the clinic. If Ruth doesn't come out of
her shell before that, I have to use Bob's last resort," she
thought."

***

When Ruth returned, led by Ingrid, she was clean and appeared to
have recovered a bit. Mona noticed that Ingrid smiled at Ruth,
and got a tiny smile back. Ruth also glanced furtively at the
place for her accident and she looked relieved when she saw that
no trace remained of it. Mona took Ruth's leash and led her into
the small hut she had chosen to sleep in. Unlike the larger, it
had walls, a window and a door. In the tiny room there was a
simple, but comfortable, bed. Once inside, she closed the door,
took off Ruth's collar, told her that she could stand, and said
to her "Your punishment is not over yet, Ruth, but I think you
need a break. I never intended you to soil yourself like that. It
must have been awful for you and I promise that you will never
have to do it again." Ruth shuddered at the mention of her
accident but also looked relieved and grateful.

"We are in private, behind a closed door, Ruth," she continued.
"We have no use for the 'public' slave rules. I'm still your
Mistress, but you can call me Mona if you like and you don't need
my permission to speak. Do you want to tell me something now?"
she asked. Ruth shook her head but she hugged her Mistress and
tears filled her eyes -- that was enough. Mona hugged her back
and said, "Tonight you will sleep with me in my bed. Tomorrow you
will be a bitch again, unless you can convince me that you are
not a bitch anymore." Mona took off her dress, she wore nothing
else, lay down on the bed and told Ruth to lie beside her. Ruth
snuggled close and Mona stroked her back. They fell asleep in
each other's arms.

[Preoccupied with Ruth as she had been, Mona had not noticed that
another girl was dangerously near her breaking point -- Karin.
The smell of shit and Ruth's empty eyes had opened a previously
locked door in her mind. The door was only slightly ajar yet --
but the memories (?) she had glimpsed in the space behind filled
her with dread. She woke up while it was still dark, stole
quietly from the hut, and sat down under a tree, staring into the
black tropical night -- and into her inner darkness. The Watcher
saw her sitting there but, because she didn't try to leave the
camp, he didn't intervene or report it. "Just one of the girls,
who wants to be alone with her thoughts," he thought. When the
dawn approached, Karin returned to the hut. None of the other
girls noticed her absence.]

***

Mona woke up early the next morning; she went naked to the beach
to bathe, returned to her hut, dressed, and looked long and
thoughtfully at the young woman who was still sleeping on the
bed. Ruth looked very peaceful; her beautiful face was relaxed
and innocent in sleep, and her breathing was slow and regular.
Mona sighed and thought, "The decision must be made today girl.
Will you come to your senses or must I turn you loose?" Finally,
she awakened Ruth. "Good morning Ruth, how do you feel," she
asked. Ruth stretched and smiled at her. "Much better, thank you
Mistress. I feel human again," she replied, and quickly lost her
smile when she saw that the Mistress' mien hardened. "Uh-uh!" she
thought, "I put my foot in my mouth again." Mona looked at her,
"But ARE you human? That remains to be seen." Mona paused,
looking intently at the girl. "Ruth, why do you think I chose
this way to punish you?" she asked. "Don't worry Ruth," she added
kindly when she saw the girl's hesitation. "The door is still
closed and the relaxed rules still apply. Be frank with me, I
will not punish you for anything you say to me -- but your answer
will determine whether you walk out through that door on your two
feet, or on all fours in a leash." 

"I know that I wilfully disobeyed your command to stop my
masturbation," Ruth began hesitantly, "and I'm ashamed of myself
-- I really am. I studied the other girls when they were doing
the similar exercise yesterday, and I promised myself that I will
do anything in my power to obey you like that in the future,
but..." Ruth looked worried; the last 'but' just slipped out of
her mouth. Would it ruin the whole thing? The Mistress didn't
like 'buts'. "But what?" Mona asked kindly. "You have said 'A'
girl -- and that was very good. Now you must say 'B' too" Ruth
hesitated for several heartbeats, and then she took the plunge.
"But I STILL don't understand why this treatment was necessary. I
mean, I fully understand that I needed punishment but why didn't
you give me a hard spanking, like Linda when she refused her
haircut," she asked. "Or even...even...a whipping," she added in
a whisper. Mona looked thoughtfully at Ruth. "'B' was also good,"
she said, "but not QUITE good enough. You will have to be a bitch
for a little while longer but you almost have the answer to set
you free." "I will give you a hint," she continued, "When Linda
realized her error, she behaved in a certain way -- when YOU
realized yours, you reacted differently. Think hard about this
difference and I believe that you will find your answer."

With that, she told Ruth to get down on all fours, collared her,
and led her to the other girls who were eating breakfast. They
looked at Ruth with pity and there were no flippant comments
today. Ingrid looked disappointed; she obviously had expected her
friend to come walking out of that hut, not crawling on all
fours. Nancy hurried to prepare food in Ruth's bowl and put the
bowl in front of her. Ruth ate her food in dog fashion. After
breakfast, Ingrid volunteered to take Ruth for a walk and Mona
let her. "Ingrid is good for Ruth," she thought. The other girls
went to the beach, and so did Ingrid and Ruth -- when the other
had left it.

When Ingrid came back, leading Ruth in her leash, both girls
looked very thoughtful, but Mona didn't comment. Instead, she led
Ruth a little bit apart and commanded her to sit (on a different
spot from yesterdays' accident, Ruth noted gratefully). She
turned to the other girls and signed 'Present yourself'. They
immediately fell into the First position and Mona inspected the
girls carefully. "Hmmm," she said, "you bushes are growing back.
That won't do. Once Bob becomes your Master, he might allow you
to wear pubic hair again, but I want my slavegirls clean." "Stay
where you are!" she commanded and went to her hut. 

She returned presently carrying a small bucket with a plastic
lid. "This is a depilatory cream," she explained. "Apply it amply
to your pussies and anywhere else it might be needed. I think you
should help each other so you don't miss any hairy spots. Wait
until the tingle stops, then you can rinse off in the sea. I will
help you with your pussy Ingrid, and then you can help our pet
with hers." Linda and Nancy helped each other to apply the cream
and soon Linda's pussy started to tingle maddeningly. After some
time, the tingle stopped just as the Mistress had said it would,
and they went to the beach to wash themselves clean. Ingrid
followed a little way behind, leading Ruth, and the two girls
entered the sea when the other girls had left it. Mona was
touched by Ingrid's constant carefulness to spare Ruth's
feelings. "Ingrid is really kind to her," she thought.

The girls returned from their second bath and their Mistress
signed them to present themselves and inspected them again, "Much
better," she praised them, "now you look proper again." It was
true; not a single hair remained on Linda's pussy. It was, if
possible, even more naked than directly after Anne's treatment
the first day -- but that was obviously how their Mistress wanted
it. Mona watched the girls with an amused smile on her lips. They
were flushed and panting and she could see that their slits were
moist with something else than seawater. "The cream *did* tingle
a lot, didn't it?" she giggled. "Well, there's a remedy for that.
Please, be my guests and masturbate until you come." 

No sooner had she said these very welcome words, than all the
girls were laying on the ground, rubbing their hairless slits
furiously, and soon they reached their orgasms. All but one --
Ruth was sitting on her heels a little way apart, viewing the
writhing girls with a very unhappy and longing look. "Soon my
girl, soon it will be your turn -- I hope," Mona thought. When
the girls found their breath, they thanked their Mistress for
their wonderful orgasm. "My Goodness!" Mona exclaimed laughingly,
"I think you naughty girls need a bath AGAIN. You are all sweaty.
Go back to the beach and rinse off, Pronto!" The laughing girls
ran back to the sea and dove in. When they had returned to their
Mistress, she told them that they should use the depilatory cream
whenever they needed it. "Help each other to find the hairs
before I do," she said. "If I find them first, you will be
punished." She explained that the cream was very efficient. "It
takes away the hair and retards regrowth somewhat. I don't think
anyone needs to use it more than once a week, except maybe you
Marina. Kayo, you won't need it at all." "I know Mistress," Kayo,
who had all her pubic hair permanently removed from her time as
an apprentice Geisha, replied, "but I loved the tingly feeling
and I will use the cream anyhow with your permission." She had
helped Karin to apply the cream and, noting its effect on the
Finnish girl, she had insisted that Karin returned the favour.
Mona laughed cordially and said, "Good girl, you have my
permission. Just don't overdo it -- not more than once a week."

***

Mona now told them that they had an appointment. "You are due for
a medical check-up," she said. "Let's go!" She walked briskly
toward the main path to the village and the girls followed her
with Ingrid, leading Ruth, keeping the rear. When they were close
to the path, Ingrid stopped Mona and signed 'Permission to
speak?', which the Mistress immediately answered 'Granted'.
"Mistress, maybe I should take Ruth for a walk. It might be a
long time before we are back again where she can do her things."
Mona noted with a wry smile that Ingrid didn't refer to Ruth as
"the bitch" or "our pet"; she was far to kind to hurt the other
girl's feelings with such terms. "Of course, Ingrid," she
replied. "It was very good of you to think about that detail. We
will wait here." Ingrid left with Ruth, heading for some bushes
close to the path and Mona looked at the two girls as they
disappeared behind them. "This is not really necessary," she
mused, "It will only be half an hour or so before we reach the
clinic, and then I will release Ruth from the contract and tell
her that Bob will cover the expenses for her father's treatment
regardless. But I wonder -- Ingrid is up to something. I have a
feeling that she will disobey my order and talk sense to Ruth. So
be it! Ingrid is sensible and discrete. She will not tell -- and
neither will Ruth. I was in deep water and these two girls are
saving my face."

The girls returned after a while. "Did Ruth do her things?" Mona
asked Ingrid when they were back. Ruth looked up hopefully when
she heard the Mistress using her name, and not "the bitch" in
front of all of them. She could hardly believe Ingrid's arguments
-- but maybe... "Yes, Mistress -- and I think that she has
something to tell you, if you let her speak," a smiling Ingrid
replied. "Of course Ruth, I give you that permission. Don't' be
concerned with 'the bitch' rules but tell me frankly," Mona said,
"What do you want to tell me?" "Well, Mistress..." Ruth began
hesitantly, "I hardly know where to begin. I have been thinking
hard about what you told me and I sincerely apologize for the
flippant way I responded at first when you criticized my
behavior. I didn't even realize that you would be upset when I
tried to make a joke of my disobedience. That has been my way to
cope with life for as long as I can remember. I was the only girl
in our family; my mother died when I was very young. I grew up
with my father and three elder brothers so the conversational
tone in our family was rather rough most of the time. I realize
now that the attitude that I've been so comfortable to use for so
long is a completely wrong one for a slavegirl and I will do my
utmost to change it -- if you permit me, Mistress..." Then her
voice broke and she started to sob.

Mona was amazed. "Of course, Ingrid prodded Ruth to give this
kind of an answer," she pondered, but Ruth had taken it further
than she had believed possible. Ruth must be very smart as well
as stubborn. Not only had she managed to give an apology that
Mona must accept, she had also put her gentle finger exactly on
Mona's own weak spot -- her tendency to take herself too
seriously. Mona removed Ruth's collar and threw it into a bush.
"Your apology is more than adequate Ruth," she told her, "and I
accept it gladly. Please stand up -- you are not a bitch anymore
and you will never be treated like one again." Mona waited while
Ruth rose from the ground and then she hugged the girl. Next,
Ingrid embraced and kissed Ruth and all the other girls clustered
around her, hugging and kissing her. Ruth was beside herself with
joy; she looked at Ingrid with boundless thankfulness. "Thank you
for everything, Ingrid my Love," she said. "You are welcome my
pet," Ingrid replied with a gentle smile. "INGRID!" the
astonished Christine cried, "don't' you EVER use that hateful
name for Ruth again." "She may use it -- she alone may use it. I
will always be her pet," Ruth replied with a beaming smile.

Mona let the commotion die down then she said, "And now it is my
turn to apologize to you Ruth, and to all of you wonderful girls.
I sometimes take myself too seriously and forget that there are
other ways to see things than my own. I forgot that you didn't
enter my care because of an inner need to submit to a stern
Mistress or Master, but as a part of a business deal. Therefore,
I tried to press you into a mould of submission and I have been
unnecessarily harsh to you. Can you forgive me?"