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Bonnie -- Her Brother’s Slave
Chapter Three
By Lewis Chappelle
One thing could be said about Skippy; he was not exceptionally ambitious. He had no desire to work hard and the family wealth was so vast that by the time he graduated college, he didn’t have to earn money in his own right at all. His main interest was sexual but he actually started to collect things of value; coins at first, then collectable erotic books and magazines. Each collection gained value in short order and he became a rather well known owner of erotic materials in certain circles.
Eventually, Skippy decided to start his own erotica business; specifically he wanted to be the owner and operator of an on-line adult web site and to sell erotic clothing and bondage related furnishings. To that end, he asked his dad to finance a new building on the acreage owned by the family but outside of the mansion compound itself. He wanted a building big enough for his own residence as well as his new business. The building would resemble the construction of the main mansion and would include his own dungeon.
By the time new ‘new house’, as they called it, was completed, Skippy had amassed several hundred pictures of Bonnie in strict bondage positions and in numerous erotic outfits. Bonnie was proud of each one. Skippy had so many framed pictures of her that he lined the walls of the new library with them. Doctor Dad admired Skippy’s collection and felt the new library and it’s collection of erotic items was indeed a family treasure.
Skippy’s erotic exploits with Bonnie grew more involved as the weeks and months unfolded. Her own appetite for bondage and discipline grew as well. She took increasing levels of satisfaction in providing Skippy with sexual amusement and was quick to engage his every whim and impulse.
Skippy developed an on-line dialogue with several other masters who had seen pictures of Bonnie and who wanted to swap their slave for her. Of course, Skippy was not in any mood to sell or swap Bonnie. But, he realized that to enhance his bargaining position he would have to increase the number of slave girls available to him. He worked with his Dad to hatch a scheme to bring other girls under his control.
Martha, Bonnie’s Mother, would be the bait. The plan worked to perfection. Martha drove Bonnie into the area of town known to be frequented by many of the lesbian community. She went into several bars in a very seductive outfit and was certain to be noticed by any woman on the prowl for another woman.
Martha struck up a conversations with many woman but one girl in particular caught her attention. Her name was Jane. Jane was very attractive and not a bit shy. Martha finally asked her if she would be interested in meeting her young daughter who was in the van outside. Jane knew the drill and said she wanted to see the goods before she would agree.
When Jane saw Bonnie she virtually jumped into the back of the van. Bonnie was lying naked and seemed to be looking forward to hot lesbian sex. As soon as the rear doors of the van were closed however, Bonnie overpowered Jane and gave her a small injection of an incapacitating drug which would cause minor paralysis of her limbs but would not knock her out completely. They also gave her another shot of a drug which had the effect of dulling her memory about events which had recently occurred.
Skippy and Doc Bowman were pleased by the appearance of the captured girl. Her drivers license said she was twenty years old, and Martha said she learned that the girl didn’t have a job in town, was renting week to week, had run away from home years ago, and had always been a lesbian. The guys felt they had just the right girl. But, they also knew they would have a hard time molding Jane to give the type of service they had in mind for her. Drastic re-education would be required. Jane was semi conscious and overheard bits and pieces of what they were doing and while frightened could do nothing to protect herself. Another drug was administered and Jane went soundly to sleep.
Doc Bowman administered a local anesthetic into her side and performed a minor operation. He implanted a micro chip that when activated would send a shock throughout Jane’s entire nervous system. It wouldn’t take many shocks to gain her full compliance.
When she woke up she was caged. Naked, shaved from neck to toe, and caged. The cage was comprised of thick, vinyl coated, metal bars about nine inches apart - top and sides. Jane could stand and lay down in the cage so she figured it was about six feet by six feet, since she was 5’9”. She found a large antiseptic bandage on her right side; the ache there was noticeable but not debilitating. She decided to leave it alone.
The room in which the cage was set was stone cold silent. A center drain was evident. A poster on the outside of the cage informed her to use the plastic bucket provided for waste. Another poster told her that as long as the red light overhead was lit, the cage itself was being charged with electricity and would give her a hot shock if she touched it. There were no blankets or pillows.
Jane had no idea of time or even the day of the week. It didn’t take long before she was beside herself with fear, thirst and hunger. Quietly and unexpectedly she saw another naked girl, in a full face mask, enter the room and slide a pan of water under the bottom slot of the cage. The girl never spoke and left as quietly as she had appeared. The next time she saw that same girl she was given more water and a tin bowl of under-heated oatmeal.
The quiet, dismal, cell-like room and the sparse food rationing were really a vexation for Jane. Not surprisingly, she wasn’t sleeping well, smelled badly, was not aware of the day or time, and had not had any verbal human contact in a long time. She craved the comforts of home and the affection of others.
Skippy was now bringing her food, such as it was, every evening. He arrived naked except for a large, Marti Gras type, mask. Before he would give her food he motioned for her suck his erect cock. When she refused to cooperate he would leave the food on the concrete floor, just out of her reach to be picked up by Bonnie the next morning when she brought the oatmeal and fresh water and emptied the bucket. Bonnie sprayed her from a cold water hose every other day weather she needed it or not paying particular attention to cleaning her ass and cunt.
This dance didn’t last very long. It wasn’t but just a week of near starvation before Jane was on her knees as Skippy made an appearance and turned off the red light. She now saw him as her knight in shining armor rather than an enemy -- her savior, in a mask, had arrived. Skippy soon was making motions that he wanted her to offer him her ass, which she did. A week or two later he indicated that he wanted her cunt. She slowly backed up to the bars and bent over for his pleasure.
Jane was ready for some warmth and better food in exchange for providing sexual pleasure to her captors and to reduce her suffering under their hand. The early signs of successful operant conditioning and a fully developed Stockholm Syndrome were being manifest.
End of Chapter # 3
Note # 1. I would appreciate comments regarding this work at biggreek100@aol.com.
Note # 2: The author claims copyright protection for the work published above, and any derivative work, under the provisions of the Berne Convention as signed by the USA in 1989. LC
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