 |
|||
|
|
Bonnie -- Her Brother’s Slave
Chapter Six
by Lewis Chappelle
Slave “j” won the contest to be Skippy’s bed partner for the night. Despite her lesbian leanings, she had taken to the duties now expected of her by her two male captors. And, she put her mind and body to the task of satisfying Skippy’s needs that night. Skippy believed Jane would be a wonderful slave and that perhaps one day he could make a trade for her that would be quite to his benefit. But, for now, he was satisfied to have her with him.
“I want you to help me with Bonnie, today, slave I want to see Bonnie suffer as she has never suffered before. I want you to help me to do that all day today,” he told her. “Right now, she’s sleeping easily in her bed, not even thinking of what we will do. She has willingly surrendered to me and is now my in-house slave. She’s given me the right to torment and torture her just because it will be fun for me. And what I have in mind for her will have the extra benefit of shaking her confidence and sense of entitlement. I want to torture her like the slave girl she is and treat her like a dog - a real dog .Let‘s get her! ”
Bonnie was in fact fast asleep when they crept into her room. Skippy grabbed her by the hair and sat on top of her while jamming a pair of her soiled panties in her mouth.
“Now, listen to me, slut, today is your day of reckoning. I’m going to treat you like the family dog and you will only communicate by barking. You will crawl everywhere, just like a dog. Yet, you will be whipped and spanked and tied up like a slave girl, and you will learn, the hard way, just what it means to suffer at the hands of your Master. You might not understand all this now, but I assure you when we are done, you will have a new appreciation of the life of a dog and the suffering of a slave.”
Then Skippy had Jane bind Bonnie’s hands. She tucked Bonnie’s thumbs into the palm of her hand and wrapped her fingers tightly with tape - only a simulated paw to be sure but she would get the idea. She bound her toes in a similar manner. All the while, Bonnie was grunting a puffing at her treatment but Skippy was determined to make her crawl and eat like a dog.
“Bonnie, I want you to be the mistress of this bitch this morning. Get a dog collar and a leash. Take her into the bathroom and give her a few enemas and then scrub her down. I want her clean inside and out. Give her a warm one first and then an ice cold one. Make her squirm. Make her hold them for at least ten minutes each and if she doesn’t, whip her ass till it’s crimson.”
Skippy wanted Bonnie to hear that while the enemas were his idea, Jane would be the administrator. He was intent on humiliating her.
The enemas were in themselves humbling for Bonnie, but Jane’s administrative skills made it more so. She made Bonnie sit up like a dog, ‘paws’ at ear level, and kiss the ends of the enema hoses before she greased the tips with a spicy gel and inserted them. Jane had found a muzzle device in with all of Skippy’s bondage toys and inserted a thick faux cock in Bonnie’s mouth before securing the muzzle across her nose and mouth.
Bonnie was in deep distress after the warm bag was even partially emptied into her. Jane, for her part was as turned on as she could be. She pulled the muzzle to that Bonnie was looking directly into her cunt. Then, in a taunting gesture, she began to finger her own clit right in front of her.
“Bonnie, you just cant imagine how much I get turned on seeing you suffer. Just wait a second until I finish cumming then I’ll finish filling you up until the warm bag is empty.’’
For good measure, she inserted an inflatable butt plug in her and led her around the bathroom on her knees. Bonnie was panting and grunting in pain and Jane kept kicking her in the side to add to the discomfort she was already feeling.
By the time she was finished with the ice cold enema, Bonnie was shivering from inside out. And, she made Bonnie hold the cold contents of a quart and a half bag for fifteen, not just ten, minutes
“Little doggie,” Jane said, “to keep your little ass clean, I’m going to slip that nice big inflatable butt plug in you again, and I’ll take you to breakfast where you can eat from your dish. But, before you do that, wouldn’t you like to beg me to let you use your tongue on my nice cunt this morning. Now sit up and bark, nicely, for me to give you the chance to taste Master Skippy’s cum from last night. Wouldn’t you like that, doggie?“
Bonnie didn’t respond quickly enough for Jane and she swung the whip hard against Bonnie’s rear left thigh. Bonnie instantly yelped like a dog which spared her another slashing stroke. Then she got to her knees and straightened her back and yelped a pitiful bark-like beg to indicate she was now willing to tongue clean the cunt of her mistress for the morning.
In the kitchen, Skippy had prepared bowl - a dog bowl - of cold and very wet Oatmeal for Bonnie. Jane led her into the kitchen on all fours by the leash, and gave it a tug for good measure every now and again.
“Now beg for your food, doggie,” Skippy commanded, “and make sure we know what you want.” Again, Bonnie, sat upright on her haunches but shook her head ‘no’. Jane immediately slashed the back of Bonnie’s right thigh. The sharp sting seemed to catch her attention and she immediately yelped and pointed to the bowl with her “paw”.
“Good little doggie,” Jane said, as she pushed Bonnie’s head into the bowl.
Skippy and Jane snickered and taunted loudly enough for Bonnie to here them while she got her face deep into the bowl to eat, sans hands, making a gooey mess of herself. She was feeling the degradation and they knew it.
Jane washed Bonnie up a bit but took her out in back of the house to pee in the weeds and to finished the clean-up job with a hose. After the cold water hit her nipples they were as stiff as pebbles. But while her hair was a mess she was at least clean enough for a dog.
While Bonnie remained kneeling, with her ‘paws’ raised, Skippy showed Jane his newest purchases: a black leather straight jacket, a pair of black “Puppy Paws”, and a black leather hood. Bonnie saw the jacket with all its belts and buckles and swooned. Jane knew exactly what to do. And Bonnie knew then that she was going to be in for a long and uncomfortable day.
End of Chapter # 6
Note # 1. I would appreciate comments regarding this work at biggreek100@aol.com. (Another Chapter is in the works.)
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
|
|
|