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Bonnie - Her Brother’s Slave - Vol. II
Chapter # 3
by Lewis Chappelle
The three slaves took to the task of whipping Bonnie wholeheartedly despite the restrictions Skippy placed on them. Bonnie, as usual, was stoic during the whipping but tears did well up in her eyes. She hadn’t counted on the fact that Skippy was going to whip her tits.
“Slaves, you did a fine job whipping my Sister. The welts on her legs, ass and core will remind her to do what she is told on the double all the time. It should also remind each of you of the punishments you will receive if you slack off in your duties too,” he told them. “Now, I want you two worthless slaves, to suck and bite on Bonnie’s nipples until they are hard and very sensitive. Move! Hop to it!” he commanded.
Skippy hung the single tail whip in its place and took a broad, horse crop from the pegboard hook on which it normally hung. He brought the crop to Bonnie and told her to kiss it. It would be the implement of choice he would use to whip her tits. A shudder ran through Bonnie’s still quivering body. Her nipples were essentially frozen hard and long after being so thoroughly sensitized by the two slaves. Her enhanced tits were her pride and joy - not that she was allowed to be at all prideful.
The first swipes with the crop against her tender tits and nipples were mild.
Skippy added force to his strokes and he seemed to grit his teeth as he swung the crop. Red welts and swelling soon appeared on each tit.
“Will you take more pain from me, slave?” he bellowed to his sister.
“Oh, yes, Master. hhh…I’m ready… hhh for all the pain… you want to give me, Sir,” she answered haltingly between sobs.
Two more slashes ripped across her nipples. Bonnie gasped with each one as she experienced throbbing pain.
“Will, you take two more across your tender tits, slave girl?” Skippy taunted.
He turned to see all three of the other slaves huddled together in tears of compassion for one of their own.
“Don’t you sluts over there cry for this disobedient bitch, or you will get the same treatment. Now, shut the hell up! All of you!” Skippy screamed.
“Now answer me, slave girl! Do you want me to whip your tits again?”
“Oh, oh, oh Master! I can barely breath, Sir. I deserve your anger. Yes, yes, yes, if it satisfies you, Sir, beat me, again, and again!”
“No, slave, I won’t beat you any more but I will fuck your ass,” he hissed.
Then he fixed an angry stare at the three huddled slaves and, told them to kneel with legs spread wide in front of Bonnie and finger fuck themselves while ass fucked his Sister. He said their cums and the jism from his raging hard-on would be a tribute to his Sister’s suffering.
He spread Bonnie’s ass cheeks and entered her from behind in a single thrust. He reached around her to grab her sore and welted tits with his large hands. He rode her like a stallion and released his hot jism into her with a series of mighty groans.
“Do you love me, slave girl?” he hissed in Bonnie’s ear.
“Yes, Master, I do loooove you, and adoooore you, Thank yooooou for beating me and fucking my ass, Sir,” she sobbed
When he was fully spent, he said with a tone of domineering satisfaction, “Slaves, take this beat up bitch down and nurse her. Clean her up. Give her the sexual attention she needs. Bathe her welts in soothing, healing creams and, bring her back to me at the mansion soon.’’
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Bonnie and Jane had been working out under the watchful eye of their personal trainer for several years and were in top shape. The trainer and nutritionist Skippy had selected to watch over the girls were diligent. They took full advantage of Skippy’s largess, and routinely used the girls for their own, kinky pleasures.
The strength, flexibility, endurance and stamina of both girls were far above average for girls of their age. Their weight was monitored three times a week. They were punished for being over or under the prescribed weight limits chosen for them.
Bonnie could deal with being pulled off the floor by her wrists with no difficulty as her arms and shoulders were tight and strong, without loosing their feminine appeal.
The three new captives were being accorded similar physical and nutritional care as Bonnie and Jane and, were making fine progress in their own right. Skippy had made a point to suggest that the two professional men take full advantage of Marge, the newest captive and slave-in-training. He told them both to make special efforts to ensure Marge was getting as much personal satisfaction from their erotic attention as they could manage.
Skippy wanted Marge to be ready for, and on the edge of, sexual release at all times - day and night; he had a plan for Marge and these two good looking, sexually robust, men were perfect for what he had in mind as he let his plan proceed. The men had no problems carrying out Skippy’s request, since Marge was delightful to look at in face and form.
Marge was not to share in any of the household duties, rather she would only perform sexual services. She was to be confined to her room in isolation unless she was being used or trained. His father, mother, sister, the other three slave girls, the trainer, nutritionist, his friends, and himself were to keep her sexually active, and satisfied. Furthermore, she was never discouraged from using her bullet vibrator for self generated cums. Skippy aimed for her clit to be hyper-sensitive at all times.
Also, as part of Skippy’s plan to make Marge the best sex slave he could imagine, he often insisted that Marge to be whipped at the same time she was being fucked. Skippy wanted her to fuse the reactions of pleasure and pain into one exhilarating and moving experience. His plan was achieving great success as Marge couldn‘t seem to get enough of any sexual activity which came her way.
A monthly review of Marge’s progress with the intermediary was established. The review was to insure that the potentate would be satisfied with Marge’s training at the time of her transfer. Skippy referred to the intermediary as “Jack:” He never did know his real name. In fact, he didn’t know the potentate by name either and, referred to him as “Sam.”
Skippy told “Jack” that he had to be paid one hundred thousand dollars as an advanced down payment to handle the cost of feeding, housing, and training her. The payment was made.
Skippy then told “Jack” that if he was to get permission to see Marge’s training, another fifty thousand dollars for each successive progress review he attended would be required. The money would be applied against a total payment for the trained slave girl of seven hundred thousand dollars. For that monthly payment, he would get to see Marge live as she was put through her paces. “Sam” thought this was a good idea and was willing to pony up the money since he had some training thoughts of his own and wanted to see how they worked out.
At the first progress meeting, “Jack” brought a camera and took pictures of Marge posing. As a former model, she had all the moves and was more erotic than any Playboy model. With her new, tight, firm body she looked sensational. “Sam” would be thrilled to have her in his stable of slaves.
At the second meeting, “Jack” again brought the camera and found Marge in a leather straight jacket and full hood. Skippy laid her on her back and spread her legs wide so “Jack” could fuck her. He reported to his boss that even bound, this new slave was tight and serviceable.
At the third meeting, “Jack” had news from “Sam.” The news would run counter to Skippy’s plan to make Marge a sex starved slave girl.
“Sam” knew his soon-to-be slave was not fully trained or ready for transport to him, Nevertheless, he didn’t want anyone to touch her any more; in fact he wanted Skippy to have a skilled craftsman tailor a skin tight chastity belt for her.
He recognized that for hygiene purposes the belt would have to be removed and cleaned, and the slave would have to be given proper skin care for some period of time. Skippy was told to maintain a log of how often the belt was opened, for what purpose it came off her, and for how long she was without it - no one was to fuck her or touch her and she was not to touch herself.
Skippy agreed to this stipulation on the proviso that the price for the girl was now to be seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars which would not even cover the price of the customized belt. “Sam” agreed.
Skippy debated as to whether the belt should be constructed of light weight metal or sturdy leather. He decided on a belt constructed of a titanium and aluminum alloy as it would be light weight and resistant to corrosion by sea water or chlorine. He wanted it lined in a thin layer of mole skin.
After a rigorous search, Skippy found a retired engineer who had previously designed and supervised the construction of new aerospace paraphernalia. He also located a tool and die maker who was skilled at detailed custom production work. When the job was described to these lecherous gentleman, they were almost ready to do the job for free.
On several occasions, Skippy drugged Marge so the two craftsman could take the measurements they needed without her squirming around. They were meticulous in their work, and had several suggestions for add-on dildos and butt plugs.
On their next to last visit, they made minor adjustments to ensure Marge could not probe around the edges of the belt to satisfy her newly found, and heightened, sexual urges. When she came around from the drug induced state, she had no recollection of being “worked on.”
The day before the forth inspection meeting with “Jack” the two craftsman returned for the final fitting of the belt. They gave Skippy the only key to unlock the belt. It was unlike any key Skippy had ever seen, more like a thin cylinder than a normal key.
When Marge awoke and found herself locked in the tight belt she was devastated. She was quick to realize someone was now controlling the very pleasures she had become so addicted to and loved. There would be no more male or female love making and no more random, self induced, cums for her. This was the worst torture she would be made to endure.
In the final months of her life at the Bowman compound, she was given daily chores and made to learn the finer details of submissive slavery. She was crest fallen.
Skippy finally told her she had been sold. She would be given a new home - a safe home and that it was her new owner who had looked after her welfare by insisting she wear the chastity belt. This insight did seem to improve Marge’s disposition. To placate her further, Skippy told her that her new owner was a very rich man; like a king in his own land. He was very pleased with her beauty and her training and would likely make her a Queen if she served him well. As if to emphasize the point, the intermediary brought her a custom case of personal gifts, mostly of gold and diamonds, from her new owner.
The final balance, paid by cashiers check, was presented to Skippy and the key to the chastity belt given to the intermediary. Marge had to be drugged to be flown out of the country to her new life. She would never be seen or heard of by anyone at the compound again.
The End of Chapter # 3 Volume II
Note # 1. I would appreciate any comments regarding this work sent to biggreek100@aol.com. I’m typically pleased to respond to correspondence related to my stories and other erotic topics on a regular and mutually satisfactory basis.
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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