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Subject: {ASSM} My Wife's Sacrifice For Her Children {PJ the Lion} No Sex, nc, heavy S and M
Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2002 19:10:11 -0500
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My Wife's Sacrifice For Her Children

By PJ the Lion

                         The Trip to the Island

I was feeling more relaxed than I had done for many months. I sat steering
the small motor boat we had hired with my wife, Angela, and my two
daughters. We were crossing the water from the Greek Island of Caphelonia
where we were staying to the little islands that were dotted across the Ionic
Sea. We were half way through our holiday getting away from it all for a two
week summer break from our home in England. We all loved Greece and
although we had not been to this island before we had always loved our
holidays on different Greek islands. It also reminded me of a holiday on
another Greek Island soon after we were married 17 years ago. We had gone
away and spent two weeks in each other's company swimming, boating and
eating out. The warmth of the Mediterranean sun and the relaxed way of life
had seduced us.

When our children were 8 and 10 we had again come to Greece and they too
loved it, trying to learn the language and enjoying the sea and the people.
Since I had started my own business it had been difficult to go away, the time
and money being difficult to find. My wife's career as a teacher had taken
most of her time and energy and we both needed to take a break. We had
found a villa to rent in an upmarket magazine. Since we had arrived the girls
had wanted to hire a motor boat and explore some of the neighboring islands.
After a few days of pottering around the area around our villa we had hired a
boat for a few days and this was our first trip. We were looking for a
secluded bay where we could swim and enjoy ourselves as a family. Our
daughters were now 13 and 15. We knew that we may not have too many
vacations left before they wanted to do their own thing. For now we were
together but they were growing up. We had noticed it this holiday, and so had
others. As they swam and walked across the beach in their bikinis the heads
of young men would turn. Both were slim like their mother. Both could act
like little girls or like young ladies depending on how the mood took them.

It was good to take off from our villa by the sea, and I was vaguely steering
towards one of the small islands which was covered in trees above which we
could see an interesting looking large round building on the hill in its
center. It seemed to have a few sandy coves and I was looking out for one
that would provide a place to stop and tie up the boat.

I spotted a small bay and we landed and secured the boat well up on the
beach. For the next couple of hours we swam, relaxed and had lunch as the
midday sun raised the temperature. Angela enjoyed the heat. She was slim,
even thin and for most of the winter at home she found it too cold and had to
wear many layers of clothing. Only in the heat of a Mediterranean summer
could she wonder around with just a few layers of clothing. Today she wore a
bikini, but one appropriate to a mother in her late thirties. It was modest
and was high waist. I remembered the much briefer bikini she wore on that
first trip to Greece soon after our marriage. Her breasts were larger then,
and with so many girls around her topless I tried to persuade her to take her
bikini top off. She could not and would not even untie the bands across her
back to avoid a tan line. Today her daughters were playing in the water with
brief bikinis. The oldest, Hannah, had dark shoulder length hair and looked
striking in a bright yellow bikini. Her breasts were like her mothers were
when we first met, not large but well proportioned on her slim body. Her
sister, Jenny, had long blond hair that was even blonder after a few days out
in the sun. Her breasts were still developing but were already as large as
her sisters. After some lunch, I found a shady spot to doze in the sun, with
just the sound of water lapping and tree crickets, thinking of my wife and my
attempts to get her to let the sun on more of her young body 17 years ago.

I don't know how long I dozed but I became aware of a short scream of alarm
coming from within the island behind me. I sat up and saw Angela asleep
next to me but no sign of Hannah or Jenny. I woke Angela and asked her if
she heard any noise. She clearly hadn't. She did not know where the girls were.

We both got up and called and headed further into the island to find them.
The land rose and we found olive trees but no sign of the girls. We carried on
further until we found an old white Toyota van. Behind were Hannah and
Jenny, still in their bikinis, their hands tied behind their backs and strips
of material tied across their mouths to silence them. They both looked
terrified. As Angela and I ran towards them two men intercepted us. They were
large, and looked local. One grabbed me and hit me across the face. The other
grabbed Angela by her arms and held her firmly by pulling her arms behind her
back. It was clear that in a straight fight against these two I was not going
to win.

The man holding Angela was slightly overweight but was over 6 foot tall. He
wore a vest and shorts, both of which were old and dirty. The man who had
hit me was shorter but looked very fit with well defined muscles on his arm.
He had no shirt and his chest looked like that of a body builder. He had light
shorts that were clean and new.

He shouted at me in English with a strong Greek accent, "Stop!"

His partner went back to the girls and bundled them into the back of the van.
I saw the look of fear in their eyes before the doors were shut on them. I
went to run forward and received another blow to the face. I could feel my
cheek swelling and the taste of blood in my mouth. It was hopeless trying to
resist. Coming down the track towards us we could hear another vehicle. My
spirits rose. Now perhaps I would have some help. It was a Suzuki Jeep
containing a man and a woman. They pulled up next to us and the man got out.
He was well groomed and wearing a pale blue short sleeve shirt and dark shorts.
He had dark glass's and carried a mobile 'phone. My hopes of help were dashed
as I realized he knew the two other men. They exchanged words in Greek.

The well-groomed man addressed me, while Angela was still being held next to
me.

"Good afternoon." he started, in excellent English, although it was clear from
his dark Mediterranean skin and slight accent that he was not English by
birth. "I am sorry for the trouble we have caused, but I will try to explain
what is to happen. My name is Dimitri."

I relaxed a little although I am not sure why. He sounded civilized and
sympathetic.

"This island is owned by me and devoted to our own form of hedonism.
Through a series of special activities we pursue extreme pleasure involving
masochism, sadism and sex. The girls in the van, they are your daughters?"

I nodded.

"You both look young to have such lovely girls. We saw them and we want
them to help us with our activities."

I started to feel out of breadth as my mind raced ahead, imagining what he
was suggesting.

"We will teach them to enjoy what we have to offer. They will grow to love
this and they will be a credit to you. I know you will be proud of them. We
have many rich members of our club who will reward them well for their
favors."

"You can't do this." I spluttered, unable to think of anything else to say.

"I can, and I will." he replied. "You have a choice. You co-operate and let us
use your daughters. We will let you join our exclusive club, and partake of
its pleasures yourself. In a week or so, your daughters can return with you
if they want. You can come back to the club with them again or never come back.
If you resist, we will take your daughters away and you will not see them. They
will leave this island and be taken to other locations around the world. We
have enough influential friends to ensure that you would never get them back."

I did not know what to do. I turned to Angela, and saw that she was crying.
Our beautiful daughters who had meant the world to us were going to be forced
to take part in all sorts of activities that would rob them of their innocence.
I could not manage to say anything.

Dimitri's female partner got out of the car. She came and stood by him.

"Why don't you give them another option?" she said. "Why don't you give the
woman the option of going through the initiation?"

Dimitri smiled. "I don't think she could manage it"

"Give her the choice." said the woman. For the first time I noticed her. Her
accent suggested that she was from Northern Europe, perhaps Germany, but
her English was excellent. She was tall with strong features. She had very
short hair, no more than a crew cut. Her ears had as many earrings as could
fit around them. She also had a stud in her nose. On her neck was a tattoo of
a black panther readying itself to pounce. The woman wore a white sleeveless
tee-shirt over her large breasts and from the prominent nipples it was clear
that she wore nothing underneath. She had a white cotton long free flowing
skirt and leather sandals.

The man considered this, as Angela looked up with tears in her eyes, to see if
there was hope in this suggestion.

"OK, a third option." said Dimitri. "Danielle has a point. We have special
mistresses at our club. More mature women who have shown their ability to
withstand pain, and have been initiated into a special order. They have the
right to come and join us anywhere in the world at our special locations.
They are honored and can choose to stay with any of the members of our
club, which includes many millionaires with houses all over the world.
Normally they are recruited from our members after many years experience
with us, learning about our activities and experiencing many sexual partners
from our membership. We are always looking for new club mistresses because
their initiation is one of the most popular activities within our club. If
your wife undertakes the initiation, and completes it, we will release your
daughters without harming them or involving them in any activities of our
club. If they are virgins now, they will return to you as virgins. After the
initiation, your wife can return to you and you both can leave. If your wife
wants to take up any of the privileges that her status within the club allows,
she can do so, but if she wants to have no more to do with us, she can be free
of us forever."

"How can we trust you?" I asked. I knew this option had its own dangers, and
that Angela may not be able to face them, but I already wanted to grasp at
this hope to find a way out of the awful dilemma.

"You can trust us. If your wife undertakes the initiation voluntarily and
gives us her commitment that she is prepared to do so and submit herself to
what we have planned, we will commit to release her daughters on completion.
You can come and watch the public sessions of the initiation if you want, but
if you bring anyone else, or interfere in any way, your daughters will be
taken away. My word is my bond. But if you do not want to take up this offer
because you do not trust me, well so be it."

"What will I have to do?" Angela's voice was shaking but she spoke clearly.

Dimitri turned to Danielle. "Show her."

Danielle pulled her shirt over her head to reveal her bare breasts. Each had
a thick gold ring through its nipples. Each breast had a tattoo of the panther.
Her belly button was pierced with another thick ring. The holes seemed larger
than any piercing I had seen. She turned her back to us. Across her back were
ridges. The appeared to be old scars criss-crossing her.

"Danielle is a mistress of the club." explained Dimitri. She was initiated
some time ago. She wanted these piercings and tattoos to remain as a permanent
reminder and sign to all those she meets within the club. Your wife will be
permanently marked, but if she so chooses, she can be marked in different ways
so that in normal activities no one will notice. We can make sure her scars
are less prominent, and unless someone knows what she had been through, they
probably would not guess. The initiation involves pain and humiliation. It
lasts for three days and much of it takes place before members of the club.
They can take part in some of it. She will give her body over to us for us to
use and to test her endurance. At any time she can tell us to stop and the
initiation will be stopped. However, she will not be admitted as a mistress
and your daughters will be ours to use. Let me add, your daughters are wanted
for sex, not to undertake pain. Although some of their early activities may
hurt, just as first intercourse can hurt for any girl, they will not need to
endure the pain and humiliation which we are offering your wife."

The word "offering" made it seem like he was being generous. But Angela was
not physically strong. She could show determination, but she was not anything
like the size or build of Danielle. Danielle had turned back and put her shirt
back on. She was tall, confident and clearly had a pain threshold much higher
than Angela. I knew that Angela could not take three days of pain. It was all
looking hopeless.

"When will it start?" Angela spoke again. This time her voice was stronger.
The man holding her arms released her.

"The initiation can start this evening." replied Dimitri. "We can have you
ready by sunset for the first part. It would continue tomorrow and finish at
the end of the next day."

Angela looked me in the eye as she spoke. "I will do it, if you give us back
our children."

Dimitri and Danielle were now smiling broadly. Danielle spoke. "I will
personally look after your daughters until after the initiation. They will be
safe, I promise you."

"What happens now?" Angela turned to Dimitri, as she was becoming more and
more focused. It all seemed to be happening in front of me, as if I was no
longer there.

"Get in the jeep." said Dimitri to Angela. Danielle opened the passenger door
and put the seat forward for Angela to get in the back. My wife, still in her
swimsuit, got in the car. Danielle put the seat back and sat in it and shut
the door.

Dimitri handed me a business card, with the same picture of the panther on it
that Danielle had had on her tattoos. "When the sun is setting, come to the
building at the top of the island. You cannot miss it, and you will see others
going in. Show this card and you will be allowed to watch. Do not interfere,
or you will be taken away, and kept away for the rest of the time. If you do
nothing but watch, you can return to your boat after the end of today's
session and come back again at midday tomorrow when the second public session
will begin. You will be free to come and go until the initiation is finished
on the third day. Then you can take your family away."

The men had already started walking to their van and got in. Dimitri got in
the driver's side of the jeep. I heard the engines starting. The jeep turned
around and started back up the track followed by the van. I felt stunned and
numb. After many minutes I put my hand to my mouth and touched the dried
blood from my earlier wounds. I wondered what was to come and what pain
Angela was to face. I felt alone. I slowly returned to the boat. I collected
our belongings and put them in the boat. I was going to leave, but realized
by the time that I got back to the main island I would not have time to return
for the session. So I sat in the boat on dry land and waited as the long hours
passed until the sun began to set and I started walking up past the olive
trees to the building at the top of the island.

                        The Initiation Begins

As I approached the top of the hill, I was joined by other people, mostly
adults in their thirties or older. They seemed affluent, although casually
dressed. The women tended to be in short dresses, with jewelery that suggested
wealth. The men were smart with open neck shirts and light slacks or smart
new jeans. I vaguely wondered whether they stayed on the island or whether
there was a quay, where their boats were moored. At the top of the hill there
were a few old buildings, dominated by a larger round building, which
reminded me of an old castle with high walls and few windows. There were
large doors with two burning torches either side. Everyone seemed to be
heading for the doorway where two men in dress suits were acting as doormen.
I walked in, waving the card I had been given. I found cloakrooms just inside
the door, with facilities where I was able to wash my face and comb my hair.
There were luxurious soaps and lotions and a bowl of condoms which rather
worried me. One the one hand it seemed like an upmarket gentleman's club. But
I knew that there was more to it.

I went out of the cloakroom and found that the center of the building
consisted of a large circular open courtyard, with a mound in the middle. The
mound had a wooden structure that reminded me of a gallows with chains hanging
down from a horizontal bar and various pieces of furniture around it including
a bench and chairs. There were balconies, where some of the people were
settling down to watch the entertainment. Lit torches were dotted around the
walls, and others were attached to free standing frames at regular intervals.
Young girls were carrying around trays of drinks. I was offered a choice of
wines, spirits and beer. I noticed that the waitress was probably no older
than Hannah. She wore a white top with a tie under her breasts. You could
clearly see her breasts through the material. She, like the other waitresses,
wore a loose white short skirt that showed off her young legs. She smiled
sweetly. I felt aroused, despite my worried anticipation about the events that
were about to take place. I took a beer and drank it quickly. A passing
waitress immediately offered me another. The beer made me feel light-headed
as I realized that I had not eaten since lunch time. As I looked around the
balconies I saw a large one where Danielle was sitting with Hannah and Jenny.
They seemed relaxed and had drinks. My daughters were wearing sun dresses, but
you could see that they were still wearing their bikinis underneath. They
seemed to be ok, and I began to believe that if Angela could endure what was
in store for her, that Dimitri and Danielle may keep their side of the bargain.

The sky was red from the sinking sun, as suddenly light flooded the central
mound. Dimitri appeared, dressed casually like the other men, and holding
a microphone. He welcomed everyone in English. He then introduced three
young girls who were to be auctioned. They all appeared dressed like the
waitresses with their breasts clearly visible. The seemed happy and giggled
as they were introduced. Dimitri acted as the auctioneer, as bids started
coming in dollars. The girls were sold off for 24 hours for around $5,000
each, to various men in the audience. They were happy to go off and be taken
into the castle, to whatever they were expected to do.

Dimitri then introduced the next act, which involved a women coming forward,
dressed in a white robe. She was short, about 5' 6", with her blond hair tied
up above her head. She removed her robe to reveal she wore just tiny bikini
panties, and as she turned around so that we could see all of her, it was
clear that it was no more than a thong. She had small breasts and she could
have been 16 of 17 years old. She then lay on a bench. A large dark-skinned
man, dressed in a small swimsuit came forward holding two large candles. He
proceeded to drop melted wax all over the woman's body. She reacted as each
drop of wax hit her skin. In the silence we could hear her sharp intakes of
breath, but it was not clear whether she was in pain or ecstasy. Wax coated
her breasts, belly and legs. She stood up and walked between two vertical
stakes about 3 feet apart. She grasped each stake. The candles flames were
run up and down her body, burning her at regular intervals. Again she gasped
but took it. Finally her torturer helped her from the stage to loud cheers.

Dimitri came forward again and the crowd fell silent. He announced the
initiation of Angela, which was to be the main activity within the auditorium
over the next 3 days. He said that Angela had been prepared and was ready
for her first public session. The whole area was now lit with lights mounted
high on the walls, so that the audience, which seemed to number around 60 or
80, were as well lit and could easily be seen by those on the raised mound in
the center.

Angela emerged from a door in the building and walked slowly on to the raised
mound escorted by two men, one either side of her. The men were dressed in
brief swimming trunks and one of them appeared to be the more muscular of the
two men who had accosted us earlier in the day. Both appeared to have shiny
skin, though it was not clear whether this was from sweat or oil on their
bodies. My wife was dressed in a long white cotton sun dress with tapes tied
together across her shoulders. It was not clear what, if anything, she was
wearing underneath. I could clearly see the outline of her body through the
thin material. Apart from her different clothing, she seemed to look the same
as when I last saw her disappearing up the road in the jeep. Her shoulder
length dark hair was loose on her head, and some of it fell across her eyes.
She looked nervous but determined.

When she reached the center of the mound, she slowly stretched out her arms
away from her body, so that she stood as if making a cross. She clearly knew
what she had to do. Behind her were the two vertical stakes of wood. The men
on either side stood still. The crowd was expectant and quiet. I glanced up
to the balcony where Hannah and Jenny were staring at their mother, along
with everyone else. I could not detect any particular emotion in their faces.

The two men turned to face Angela and started untying the shoulder straps on
her dress. The dress fell to the ground, and suddenly everyone could see my
wife naked, except for brown leather, thong style panty. My wife, who many
years ago would not go topless on a beach, where most other women of her age
were topless, stood before a crowd of strangers, with all eyes on her body.
The leather panties only covered the minimum and a few of her pubic hairs
could be seen escaping from the leather thong. Her small breasts were on
show, but she appeared to stand resolute and proud. Her breasts never needed
a bra although she had always worn one. Now her nipples appeared erect, on
breasts that did not show any sign of having nursed two children and belonging
to a lady in her late thirties. A lady who spent most of her time teaching 5
and 6 year old's how to read. I could see her breathing deeply, and her 
shoulders were rising with each breath. She knew what was to happen and she
was clearly struggling to avoid appearing nervous. She was determined to go
through with this for the sake of her daughters. I found that I was struggling
for breath. I wondered what had happened, since I had seen her driven away,
and whether the men next to her had been with her all that time. I was proud
of her, despite all of the other feelings rushing through me.

She stepped back and raised her arms to grip the upright stakes at a point a
few inches above her head. She spread her legs too, so that her feet were
against the stakes. The two men secured her wrists and ankles with leather
straps attached to the stakes, so that Angela was spread eagled in front of
us. Her breathing became quicker and shallow and I could see that she was
sweating.

                        Humiliation and Degradation

Dimitri announced the first public part of the initiation. He described it as
the 'humiliation and degradation' stage. The words cut through me. I wanted to
shout for them to stop now, but I knew I could not. The two men each picked up
a long cane and cut through the evening air with them. We could all hear the
swish, and Angela watched with a look of fear, but she did not call on them
to stop. Suddenly one of the men brought his cane down across her back with a
sharp crack. Angela bucked and gave out a gasp, but she did not scream. My
mouth was dry, but I could not drink. The other man then brought his cane
down across her back from the other side. Again Angela gasped but did not cry
out. The two men started a regular pattern of alternating who was whipping
her. Angela strained at her straps, her pale thin body reacting to every
strike. She closed her eyes and took it.

Once again I looked up at Hannah and Jenny and they were just staring at her
mother, as she was beaten in front of them, so that they wouldn't have to go
through their own ordeals. I could only guess at what they were thinking.

The strokes continued at a regular pace and each produced a large crack in
the still night air. The only other sound was the swish of the cane and
Angela's gasps. The caning went on for what seemed like an hour, but was
probably no more than fifteen minutes. Angela was then unstrapped from the
stakes, lifted by the men and paraded around the mound, so that we could all
see the stripes across her back. They had left deep red marks, and one or two
had cut the skin and were bleeding. She could hardly walk, but my eyes
wondered down to her buttocks that had received their share of the caning. A
piece of leather went between the crack of her buttocks and despite my
mixed emotions, I felt myself being aroused by watching her being carried
almost naked by two large, and equally almost naked men, with her body on
show.

She was then strapped up in the same way as before. The men picked up their
canes again and held them firm, ready to start again. A cane was brought
across her breasts. She jumped in pain, straining against the straps. Her
eyes were wide open, as she gave a small scream of pain. A clear red mark
appeared where the cane had cut across her breasts. The second cane hit her
front across her belly. The regular strikes now were across her front, marking
her before our eyes. Angela closed her eyes, as she reacted each time she was
struck with gasps. Her body jumped, but she seemed to accept her fate. The
caning of her front was shorter but still I could see a couple of the wounds
were starting bleed and her front was criss-crossed with bright red thin
marks. At the end of it, the two torturers were panting from their own efforts
and were now clearly wet from sweat. They seemed to admire their handiwork.
Angela was allowing the straps around her wrists to take her weight. However,
there was no sign that this was the end of the session.

Dimitri announced that anyone who wished to join the next part could queue
up to the right of the mound. A queue of around 20 people, mainly men,
quickly formed. I did not dare to imagine what was about to take place. One
of the semi-naked men on the stage went up to Angela and spat in her face,
leaving a film of spit across her. The other man then spat on her breast. The
both continued to spit at her face and breasts until Dimitri invited the queue
to move forward. One by one each of them came forward and spat at Angela,
sometimes once and sometimes more than once. Angela took it until her hair
was matted across her face and her whole body had a film of spit shining in
the light.

The queue reformed on the other side of the mound but I noticed it now only
contained men. Angela was unstrapped again, but was only brought down to a
kneeling position, and again her wrists were strapped to the stakes. One of
her torturers then pulled his prick from his pants and stood next to her, his
tool pointing at her. After a few moments he started to piss on my wife. He
pissed on her hair, face and breasts, soaking her.

The first man in the queue came up onto the mound and unzipped his trousers.
He pulled out his prick and almost immediately started pissing on Angela.
Clearly the free flowing drink had left many of the audience ready for a piss,
and they used Angela as their urinal. One by one over a dozen men emptied
their bladders on Angela, who just knelt with her eyes shut, accepting it.
The piss was streaming over her wounds from the earlier caning and I could
only imagine how much this was stinging her.

When they had finished, the second torturer, who had not joined in this part
of the session, stood in front of Angela and said something to her that I
could not hear. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. He pulled down his
trunks and pointed his prick at her face. She opened her mouth and he started
to piss into her mouth. My mouth became dry, as I was stunned to see my wife,
who would never even have oral sex with me, letting this man piss into her
mouth. She could not take the whole stream of piss and it dribbled out of her
mouth and down her front, but clearly she was swallowing some of it. I was
disgusted, but I could not help being fascinated as well.

He seemed to be pissing into her mouth for many minutes, before he stopped.
Angela leaned forward and licked the remaining drops off of his prick. She
had clearly been told what she must do. Her hair was matted and soaked with
piss and spit. Her body was wet with blood, spit and piss. She looked degraded
but not defeated.

The two men now unstrapped her and lifted her between them. She was helped off
of the stage and through a doorway into the building. The crowd was quiet
until she left, but then started clapping and cheering. Dimitri stepped
forward and announced that the next public session of her initiation would
start at noon tomorrow. Tonight's session was finished.

I could not move. When I finally looked up to where Hannah and Jenny had
been watching with Danielle, the balcony was empty. People were starting to
leave. I felt shocked and empty. I followed the crowd out of the building and
down the hill towards a quay, which was lined with expensive looking yachts
and motor launches. A man who had been watching next to me with his wife
was now walking next to me, and spoke to me in an American accent.

"What did you make of that?" he asked. "Was that your first initiation?"

I mumbled that it was.

He introduced himself as Ted and his wife as Kim. He asked me "Are you new?"

"Yes." I mumbled

He then asked, "Do you know who the woman on the mound was, because I don't?"

I did not want to say anything, but I heard myself say, "She is my wife."

Ted was impressed and invited me back to his boat. He asked me where my
boat was and I waved vaguely towards the opposite side of the island. I
realized that I could not go anywhere in my little hired motor boat in the
dark. Ted offered me a lift back to the main island, which I accepted. In a
haze I got on his large motor launch, along with two or three other couples.
The trip to the island that just that morning had taken us all nearly an hour,
took just a few minutes in his powerful boat. He introduced me to everyone as
the husband of Angela and everyone complemented me on how she had taken her
humiliation and degradation so well. I could not work out whether I should
take this as a compliment. I could not think of what to say. When we arrived
at the quay, I realized I did not know how to get back to our rented villa,
but Ted insisted on giving me a lift in his Mercedes. He suggested picking me
up at 10.30 the following morning for the next session. I agreed and thanked
him. I was dropped off and went straight to bed in spite of my lack of food.
I felt guilty and confused. I was worried for my family. Despite these
feelings, I found myself masturbating in bed before I climaxed and then lapsed
into a guilty sleep.

                            Pain and Piercing

When I woke and the events of yesterday replayed in my mind and the feeling
of numbness returned. The villa felt empty, but my watch said that Ted and
Kim were due to pick me up in 20 minutes. So I quickly showered, shaved and
grabbed some bread, yogurt and cheese for breakfast. Ted came on time and
they took me to their boat and then to the island. The seemed happy to travel
in silence, and my mind was starting coming to grips with what I might see
today. The sun was hot and this would mean Angela having to endure whatever
was planned for her under the heat of the August sun. Another thought had
grown steadily in my head. Dimitri had referred many times to 'public'
sessions. This implied to me that there were other events taking place in
private. I could not bring myself to imagine what Angela may have endured over
night or may be enduring as we sped across the sea to the little island with
the hill.

As we came to the quay, others were already leaving their boats to walk up
the steep path to the building at the top. Again I entered by showing my card
and again drinks were freely available. Today I decided to keep to orange
juice. I searched the balcony for Hannah and Jenny. Just before midday they
came out with Danielle. They were dressed in the uniform of the young
waitresses, and I could see their breasts clearly under their tops. I wanted
to call out and wave, but I did not know what to say, so I kept quiet and
they kept their eyes on the central mound and hence, did not see me. They
seemed tense but calm. There was no sign of ill-treatment, except that they
were wearing more revealing clothing that we would allow them to wear.

At midday Dimitri appeared, and the crowd fell silent. Dimitri announced that
the second public session was about to start. He called it the 'pain and the
piercing'. My heart started to miss beats, and the familiar drying of my mouth
started. I was surprised when Kim slipped her hand into mine and gave it a
squeeze. Today I was not as alone.

The familiar wooden structure was there but today there was something else
between the upright stakes of wood. An upright piece of wood was standing
firmly midway between the stakes. It was smooth and round and rose to
about three foot from the ground. It appeared to be shiny as if oiled. I then
saw Angela appear from a doorway, accompanied by her two handlers. They
looked the same as yesterday, with their brief swimming trunks as their only
clothing. Angela however, was different.

She was dressed in a white long cloak which was buttoned at the neck and
completely covered her, except for her bare feet, as she walked. It was not
the cloak that took my attention. Her head, which yesterday had shoulder
length hair, matted and wet from urine and blood, was shaved. She was calm
and looking straight ahead. She held herself upright, and once again appeared
determined to go through with everything that was planned for her. Since I
last saw her clearly things had changed. When she stood in the center of the
mound, her handlers unbuttoned her cloak and removed it. Underneath she
was naked except for her leather thong. Her skin still had the marks of her
caning, but her body was shiny with oil that covered every part of her. In the
midday sun, she seemed to shine like a goddess. One of the men then started
unstrapping her leather pants. As he removed them, I was again shocked. First
as he took the strap from between her legs, I saw that her pubic hair had been
shaved. This must have happened since yesterday. I was trying to come to
terms with this, as I realized that the leather pants had a phallic shaped
part that was inside of her. Throughout her ordeal yesterday this must have
been in her. Once removed she stood completely naked without clothes or hair
on any part of her body. She did not seem to be the Angela that I had known.

My eyes were drawn to between her legs. He hairless pussy seemed to have
swollen lips, as if she were aroused. This area was oiled like every other
part. My conservative wife looked like a highly sexual creature.

She stepped back between the stakes of wood where she had suffered yesterday,
but spread her legs and mounted the upright phallus. She then impaled herself
on it, as it went inside of her. She took sharp deep breaths, as she got as
much of it as she could, inside of her. She then gripped the stakes, as her
wrists and ankles were strapped to them. She was again spread eagled as before,
but now shaven, oiled and impaled. I started to think who would have shaved
and oiled her. My thoughts were cut short, as one of her handlers came forward,
holding a tool bag that he placed on a table, where Angela could clearly see
its contents, although I could not.

The other man had a cane, and he started whipping Angela with it quickly. The
strokes were not as hard as yesterday's, but they struck in quick succession,
making her move around as much as she could, in her impaled position. The
cane made lines on her oiled skin across her belly and breasts.

The first man then removed something that looked like a pair of pliers, along
with a ring of metal from the tool bag. He stepped forward and grabbed
Angela's left breast. He twisted her nipple, so that it stood swollen on her
small breast. He then grabbed the breast with the pliers, just behind her
nipple and squeezed. Angela's faced creased in pain, but she did not cry out.
The pliers penetrated her breast, then he moved to insert the metal ring in
the large hole, left by the pliers. The ring hung from her breast, as a small
trickle of blood crept over her stomach from the wound. Then man selected
another ring, and twisted the nipple of Angela's right breast. Again he used
the pliers to make a hole, to insert the ring. Angela did give a small cry
this time, as the pain became unbearable. The man stepped back and Angela,
still impaled in the hot sun now had two rings hanging from her breasts.

The man with the pliers now selected a hammer and some nails. He knelt in
front of Angela, and reached forward, to pull down the back part of one of
her pussy lips. He stretched it down and held it against the wooden stake
that she was impaled on, and put a nail against her sensitive skin. He then
used the hammer to give the nail four sharp taps, and her pussy lip was
nailed to the wood. He then took the front part of the same lip, and nailed
it too, to the stake. Angela appeared to know what was to happen. She had
clinched her teeth, but could not take the pain and screamed a scream that
shook the audience. I felt I should not watch this, and should run from the
place, but I could not move. I held onto Kim's hand.

The man now took her other pussy lip and, stretching it across the stake,
inserted two more nails so that Angela was now nailed to the stake by the
lips of her swollen pussy. For the second time she screamed. Dimitri stepped
forward, and I could hear him ask her if she wished to continue. Angela
struggled to get her breath back, before giving him a small nod of her head.
Dimitri signaled for the men to continue.

They each picked up a metal implement, that looked like a skewer that would
normally be used to cook kebabs. One man stepped forward and inserted the
skewer into Angela's left breast about two inches above her piercing. He had
stuck it into her breast on one side, and it emerged about three inches away
through the other side. Angela bucked as much as she could, making her pussy
lips stretch, where they were nailed to the stake. The procedure was repeated
with the second skewer, and Angela was gasping for breath after her ordeal.
Blood was trickling from the wounds in her breasts. One of the torturers then
took a length of chain. He slipped one link through one end of the skewer in
Angela's left breast, and another link through the other end of the same
skewer. He could now lift the skewer by pulling on the chain. He took the end
of the chain, and hooked it over a nail in the upright stake on Angela's left
side. This lifted her small battered breast, forcing her up, as the nails on
her pussy lips held her down. A second chain was linked to her right breast
and stretched her to the pole on her right. Angela had shut her eyes and
started to sob quietly, as she endured the pain.

Angela's tortured body was stretched in many directions and the blood mingled
with the oil and sweat, which now coated her. The torturers took the tools and
walked slowly away leaving Angela kneeling, impaled in the sweltering sun.
Dimitri explained that Angela would remain in this position until sunset, when
she would be taken inside. He said that the next public session would be at
sunset tomorrow. I found this hard to take in. I released myself from Kim's
hand and ran to Dimitri and spoke to him, just a few feet away from where my
wife was stretched out. Again words did not come easy to me. I said that I
thought this had gone too far, and that I could not watch my wife burn in the
sun for hours.

Dimitri was calm with me. "Your wife has been covered with an oil which will
prevent her from severe sunburn. We take care to not do anything which would
cause serious injury. I suggest that you go back to your villa and return
tomorrow, ready to collect your family. There is nothing more for you to see
here today."

I looked up at Hannah and Jenny. They seemed mesmerized by what had just
happened and were staring at their mother, but without showing any emotion.

I felt hopeless. "Can I take my children with me?" I asked without any
expectation that he would agree.

"Your wife has co-operated fully with all of the initiation procedures. I am
sure she will continue to do so until the end. I will let you take your
daughters with you, and then if your wife decides not to go back with you
tomorrow you will still have your girls."

"What do you mean, if she decides to come back with me?"

Dimitri was already walking away. I went up to my wife and wanted to speak
with her. All I could say was, "I am so proud of you. I love you."

She opened her eyes and smiled but did not say anything. She shut her eyes
and started to sob quietly, as she seemed to be trying to concentrate on
controlling the pain.

Danielle called me away from the mound to a doorway, where I found my
daughters. They hugged me and together we walked back to our little motor
boat, that was still where we had left it. We spoke only a few words, but the
girls said that they had been looked after well. They had been bathed and
dressed by other girls and the only men they had seen were those in the
auditorium. Apart from when he was on the central mound, they had not even
seen Dimitri. I was relieved that at least my daughters were spared and
Angela's ordeal, which was continuing as we left the island, was not in vein.

For the rest of that day, and the next morning, I could not escape the image
of Angela naked, nailed and impaled baking in the sun. I was shocked that I
frequently found it arousing. We went shopping for food, and tidied the
house. I told the girls that I did not want them to return to the island with
me, and although they wanted to see their mother, they did not argue.

Ted came by during the morning of the last day to ask if I wanted to go with
them to the island that afternoon. I readily agreed, since I could not travel
after dark in our little boat. As the sun starting sinking in the sky, I
started out, on what I hoped would be my final journey to the island, where I
had left my wife the day before.

                        The Mark of the Puma

We arrived back at the auditorium to find the mound with its wooden structure
and a brazier burning nearby. Kim suggested that we sit on the grass at the
front, and she held me close. I enjoyed the comfort of her closeness and Ted
seemed relaxed. I guessed they were probably swingers, since sex played a
large part in this club. The sky was nearly completely dark when the lights
came on and Dimitri announced the final public session of the initiation, the
marking of Angela. I could no longer find it in me to react, and I just waited
to see what this meant.

Angela appeared at the same doorway with her escorts, and walked towards the
mound. This time she was completely naked from the moment that she appeared.
She was still shaved with no sign of any growth of hair, and so I assumed that
she had probably been shaved again. She was staring straight ahead, and taking
shallow breaths, as she walked. She was clearly trying to get herself into a
state to be able to endure what she knew was coming next. When she got to the
center of the mound, she stood for there a few minutes to allow the audience
to look at her body. She seemed to have lost all of her shyness, and I noticed
that her pussy now had sets of rings hanging from the holes left by nails of
yesterday. She seemed bronzed by the sun, but thankfully not burnt. Her
breasts had red marks from where the skewers had been. She seemed to stand
prouder and taller than usual. She then turned to the man on her left who had
tortured her yesterday and embraced him in a tight hug. She pressed her body
against him and I could clearly see his prick grow within the brief trunks he
was wearing. They kissed, and I saw Angela's tongue enter his mouth. I was
aroused and jealous in equal measure. I had never seen Angela do this to
anyone since we had met. The kiss lasted several moments and the man's hands
seemed to move over Angela's body and finally resting on her buttocks. As they
separated, Angela turned and pressed herself against her other torturer and
their tongues met as they embraced. Angela had her back to me now and I could
see the man's hands pull her buttocks apart, and his finger went into her
anus. I had never done this to her in all our years of marriage. It seemed
that a relationship had developed between the tortured woman and her torturers.
I knew that she had probably been instructed to do this, but even so, she
seemed to be kissing this man and letting him explore her body with some
enthusiasm.

They separated and Angela seemed to almost smile, as she looked out into the
crowd. Our eyes did not meet. As she now stood erect and proud, she was a
stark contrast with the broken woman I had left the day before, baking in the
sun. The rings hanging between her legs glinted, as the lights shone on her.

Dimitri stepped forward so that he was standing next to Angela. He announced
the final public session.

"Angela has gone through 'humiliation and degradation', 'pain and piercing'.
She has also fulfilled many other obligations required to be a mistress of
the order of the Black Panther. The time has come for her to be marked as a
permanent sign of her status in our club. She has been given the choice of
being tattooed so that her sign is prominent to all who meet her, or being
branded on more discreet parts of her body. She has chosen the greater pain
of branding."

Angela seemed to be out of breath as he made the announcement. The crowd
gave out small cheers, as they showed their approval of her choice. They
relished the prospect of seeing the greater pain that branding would inflict.
I could not take may eyes of Angela, as I saw things in the woman, that I had
married, that I did not know.

Angela walked back, and was help by her escorts onto a slightly raised
platform, where she could be strapped into the familiar spread eagle position.
She was strapped with her back to the crowd, and this time she was a few feet
off of the ground with her groin at eye level for her escorts. As her legs
were spread apart, her rings made clinking noises, as they hung from her
stretched pussy lips. One of the escorts brought forward what looked like a
length of elastic, attached to a small butcher's meat hook, with two spikes
at one end. He attached one end of the pieces of elastic to an upright wooden
stake, level with Angela's buttocks. He then placed the hook on her buttocks
so that it dug into her fleshly mounds, and pulled them away from her anus.
He got the second piece of elastic, with another hook, and spread the other
cheek of her buttocks, so that her small anus was exposed, and slightly opened.
Angela tensed from the pain, but it was clear that this was nothing to the
pain that was to come.

While one of the her escorts was preparing her, the other was at the brazier,
stoking it up, and adjusting the metal rods which were sticking out from the
smoking red hot container. I could feel the heat from where I was sitting a
few feet away.

Angela's buttocks and anus were having a lotion almost lovingly applied by
the first escort. As Angela lay now almost motionless, held and spread for
all to see, one of the rods was removed from the brazier. At its red hot tip
the small metal of a pouncing puma could be seen. It was the same shape as
the tattoos that I had seen on Danielle, a couple of days ago. The brand was
brought quickly to Angela's bottom, where it was pressed onto the inside of
one of her buttocks, right by her anal hole. The sound of sizzling flesh mixed
with a piercing scream from Angela, as the brand was pressed home. I could
smell her burning flesh.

The brand was removed, leaving a still burning, angry red mark on her flesh.
Angela continued to cry out and move as much as she could, making the rings
hanging from her jangle wildly. The crowd was silent, as Angela's movements
became slight, and she finally seemed to collapse and hang from her wrist
straps. I suddenly realized that it was coming to an end.

However, Angela knew differently. Her escorts untied her, but only to turn
her around and strap her back into the same position, but this time facing
the crowd. Her face was contorted with pain, and tears were streaming down her
face.

Lotion was now being applied over the slight swelling of her shaved pubic
mound. Another brand with the same puma shape, only slightly larger, was
being removed from the brazier. It was brought swiftly over to Angela, and
pressed into her pubic mound, just above her pussy slit. Again her flesh
sizzled, and Angela seemed to let go of all the pent up pain that she had
been trying to control for two days. She screamed as the brand was held to
her skin, and she lost control of her bladder, as a stream of piss flowed
from her pussy. She sobbed loudly, as the brand was removed leaving its
fierce red mark. Finally Angela passed out and hung there, held in place by
her wrist straps.

After some minutes she was unstrapped by her torturers and carried at shoulder
height slowly away, as the crowd started clapping, cheering and whistling in
a sustained burst of applause, that Angela was not able to hear in her
unconscious state. A new mistress of the order of the Black Panther had been
initiated. Kim gave me a hug and a kiss, Ted embraced me and Dimitri came
over to congratulate me, as if my wife had just given birth to a new baby. I
did not know how to react, except to accept their congratulations.

Dimitri spoke to me. "Angela will need time to recover, so I suggest you stay
here tonight, then Angela can join you in the morning, if she is ready,
unless you would rather return to your own home."

I did not want to leave again, and I was disappointed not to be leaving with
Angela that very night, but I realized that she would not be able to leave in
her current state. I accepted Dimitri's offer and Danielle came over to take
me into the building, to a modest bedroom which overlooked the mound that had
been the scene of my wife's torture. Some food was brought for me, but I could
not eat, and only slept fitfully, re-running the images of my wife's suffering
over and over again.

In the morning I was awake early and Danielle brought breakfast to my room.
As I finished eating, Angela came into my room alone. She was dressed in a
light cotton sun dress, through which I could see that she was naked
underneath. Her rings made a slight noise from between her legs. Her nipple
rings pressed against her dress. She carried a bag with her bikini, the only
belongings that she had brought with her. We embraced more like friends than
lovers. I asked her if she wanted to put on her bikini under the dress but
she declined. Her voice was quiet. She did not want to wear any tight fitting
clothing against her wounded skin. I understood this, but was surprised that
she was happy wearing such revealing clothing, when before her initiation she
was so modest. I did not feel that I could argue with her, after what she had
been through.

We held hands and left the building seeing no-one as we left. Dimitri had
said that we could use one of his boats to return to the main island. At the
quay we saw a number of the people who were part of the audience the night
before. They smiled, and one or two of them shook my hand. One of the men, who
had acted as Angela's torturers came forward, and guided us to a boat in which
he drove us away in. I would have liked to have been taken by someone else,
but I was just pleased to be leaving. We said very little. Angela asked me
about the girls and I confirmed that they were safe.

We finally arrived home and greeted the girls. Our ordeal, Angela's really,
was over.

                             The Legacy

Three months later, some of the memory of those three days in Greece is
beginning to fade. Hannah and Jenny are fine, and carrying on with their lives
as before. Angela's brands have changed color but the image is still quite
clear. I have not studied them closely, but when I seen Angela naked, I have
noticed that they have become less prominent. The stripes across her skin from
the canes have all but disappeared. The skewer marks are now just small red
spots on her breasts.

We do not talk much about what happened. I have wanted to ask about what
happened behind the scenes. Who shaved her, who oiled her skin, who put the
rings into her pussy lips? Who had told her what and when? What other things
were done to her? How and when were the skewers removed from her breasts? I
have not felt able to ask her, and she has not volunteered any more
information than what I already knew.

Angela is different now in some small ways. We have made love a few times
since that holiday. In the heat of having sex, she becomes more aroused than
she used to, and becomes more aggressive, thrusting herself on me and driving
my cock deep into her. She used to let me take the initiative. Recently she
has grabbed my hair during sex and pulled me violently against her body and
when I put a finger in her anus, she does not resist, as she had in the past.
Perhaps our lovemaking could move to another level.

Angela removed the rings in her pussy, and the holes have been closing,
although her pussy lips are still more stretched and prominent than before.
She has, however surprised me by keeping the rings through her breasts, behind
her nipples. She has also kept her pussy shaved and the hair on her head very
short, like Danielle's was. She still teaches at the local school, and has
explained to others that she wanted a new look, as she approached her fortieth
birthday. Her outside life has continued, but around the house she often does
not wear a bra and is very happy to wear sheer light clothing, so that the
rest of her family can clearly see her body. Her taste in clothing has changed
too, and she has bought clothes that show off more of her body. I have seen
her sun bathing wearing just brief bikini bottoms, so that her breasts have
stayed bronzed. She has not flaunted herself in front of others, but it is
clear to me that she is no longer afraid to show off her body. I think she
may even be proud of what has been done to her, or maybe what she went through
to protect her daughters.

One day I found wrapped in her bikini, a small notebook with a seal on it. It
had not been opened when I last saw it. I asked Angela about it and she told
me that Dimitri had given it to her. She believed it gives details of club
members and premises all over the world, where she can go as one of its
mistresses. I know she has kept it and I am not sure why. I wanted to ask her
why she has not thrown it away. Maybe she has changed more than I know. Some
days after we had returned, I found a card with Ted and Kim's address in
California. They must have slipped it into my pocket. I have kept that in a
safe place. Maybe we both have changed.

  PJ the Lion 1999.

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