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Bonnie - Her Brother’s Slave - Vol. II
Chapter # 5
by Lewis Chappelle
Skippy was in no mood to call the police to investigate the recent incident of arson, and attempted murder, which had just taken place at the Bowman compound. After all, he had to protect his Sister, as well as the daily erotic, and no doubt illegal, activities in which he himself was engaged.
Bonnie had tried to kill Patty, because Patty had all too effectively ingratiated herself with her Brother, Skippy, the stern Master of the house. Now, Bonnie was paying the price for her outrageous behavior as she was gagged and placed in solitary confinement. What she didn’t know was that she faced even more harsh treatment in the days and weeks ahead.
“Bonnie, you have been an insolent bitch ever since slave p arrived here. You have been icy toward her for almost two weeks. I’ve now seen a jealous side of you I never knew existed before. What has gotten in to you?” Skippy yelled directly into her face through the bars of her confinement.
Bonnie was miserable. She knew her Master was angry with her, and she knew she had given him good reason for punishing her. Yet, she couldn’t get over the idea that “her Master” was more interested in Patty that he was in her, his own sister. She was physically cold and uncomfortable. She was emotionally inconsolable.
“Master, I have been bitchy. I know it. I am jealous of her. She has taken you from me. You enjoy her more than me. I hate her,” she sobbed.
“Why are you behaving so badly? I do love you. You are my first love and my first slave. But, you are not entitled to me exclusively. I will fuck who I want to fuck and I will torment you when I feel like it. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Master, I am your property and I know, in my brain, that you are in charge of me mind and body. I gave myself to you years ago to be used and abused by you for your pleasure. I guess I still have some adjusting to do, Sir.”
“Are you ready for me to punish you even more harshly than I have this past week? I want to reinforce with you that you are still only a slave and are not entitled to any special treatment from me, slave. Will you accept more punishment? Harsh punishment?”
“Yes, Master, I will accept any pain, any suffering you think is needed for me to be a better slave girl for you, Sir. I have let you down and deserve to be punished even more. I need to serve you unconditionally; to keep my attention only on you and what makes you happy. I need to realize that as a slave my personal feelings are of no consequence. Help me learn to accept what you want, and not to let what I want get in the way. I’ll suffer any additional punishment you feel is justified, Sir.”
“I’m glad to hear that slave, because I have a punishment that will bring you to your knees. You know that nice ring I had attached to your perineum; the little space between your cunt and ass hole? I’ve got plans for that ring, little slave, and when I use it to attach you to things and places over the next week, you’ll be reminded of your need to change your attitude toward things around here.”
Bonnie did not sleep well that night, and it wasn’t because she was cold and uncomfortable. It was because she was scared; frightened of the prospects of the punishment Skippy had promised.
The next morning Jane came to her, as usual, with her daily allotment of oranges and oatmeal. But, she also carried a chain, which she clipped to the dangling O ring between her thighs. Jane didn’t need to pull Bonnie ,because Bonnie knew full well that any pressure on the ring would be painful. With her hands tied behind her, she realized she couldn’t trip, or even make a tiny misstep, without painful consequences.
Jane had been instructed to take the lead in exercising Bonnie around the running track. Bonnie was barefoot and very focused as she was led around the track by the devilish chain Jane was holding. Sweat poured from her. Her feet ached and were sore in no-time. However, the torture was unrelenting for over a half hour each day for five more days.
The sixth day, Jane took Bonnie to the new swimming pool Skippy had just had installed. She walked her from the shallow end to the deep end of the pool, guiding her gently by the chain attached between her thighs, this one considerably shorter than the first one.
“Slave b, I’ve been ordered to have you place this mouth piece tightly between your teeth and lips,” Jane said. “Now, you are to kneel down in the water, and breathe through the air tube I’m placing into the other end of the mouth piece. Once I attach this 10 pound weight to your chain you will be forced to kneel or sit at the bottom of the pool. You will not be able to get out without my help.
“To make matters worse,” she continued. “Skippy will soon take control of the tube. Your life will literally be in his hands. Should he crimp the tube, your air supply will be cut off. I wouldn’t give him any reason to want to do that. He wants to know that you understand; so nod yes, unless you don’t get the picture.”
In seconds, Bonnie was kneeling and held fast at the deep end of the wonderfully sculpted pool. She looked scared to death. Never had she been so afraid. When she looked up through the warm, highly filtered, water she saw Skippy. He was bending the air tube back and forth and taunting her mercilessly. She cupped her hands in a prayer-like position to suggest she was sorry and truly repentant for her past indiscretions. She wanted Skippy to know she had learned a big lesson in her submissive life and would never disappoint him again. He believed her and told Jane to get his Sister out of the water and to remove the weight and chain.
Bonnie, still naked and wet, crawled to her Brother. “Sir, I am truly sorry that I offended you and acted so badly. I have learned my lesson, I truly have, Sir and, I will do everything I can to make you believe that from now on. I want to please you and I hope one day you will let me crawl beside you in bed, and hug you and satisfy you in every way. I really love you and adore you, Sir.
“If it pleases you, Sir, may I pleasure your cock. It looks like it could use a bit of relief, if I do say so.”
The water droplets slide off of Bonnie’s soft velvet skin. Her tits were magnificent and her legs muscles were even more defined after several days of deprivation and harsh exercise. Skippy was enthralled with his sister once again. He wanted to make things right with her. A plan developed in his mind; a plan that would provide him with a large sum of money and placate his Sister as well.
During the time Patty had been at the compound, Skippy had usually found a way to record many of his erotically satisfying moments with her. He often replayed them when she wasn’t available, and got almost as much enjoyment seeing her fucked, whipped, bound, or otherwise abused and humiliated on the disk he used, as he did in real-time. The recordings would be the perfect basis for a good auction round for her, and he was determined to get a great price for her at his first slave sale.
His select list of kinky correspondents was impressive. From within his all inclusive list he culled a registry of those he felt would be interested in a slave auction. He set up the “by- invitation-only/responses-required” event at a private club on the far outskirts of town so the location and involvement of the Bowman compound would not be compromised. Eventually, he received over 25 interested customers, many of whom were intrigued by Skippy‘s enticing, and very detailed, description of the slave girl he was offering for bid. Most of those responding were from distant parts of the country. Several were bringing a guest with them.
A cashiers check, surety deposit of $100,000 had been required in advance of the event. One half of this amount would be refunded to the losers of the bidding. Skippy felt the event itself was worth spending a lot of money just to attend, and he wanted to be adequately reimbursed for the money he was spending for private limos, support services, security, specialized electronic equipment, food, drink, and rental fees.
Skippy briefed Patty on the plan. She would be sold and taken away by the winning bidder on the night of the auction. She was expected to take part in the activities that evening so he would get the best price possible for her. He would do his best to find the best buyer to satisfy her needs as well. She knew the bidders would be young and old single men, single women and lesbian couples, and male and female couples; some would be attending from other continents. In truth, Patty was excited and energized by the idea of the auction and of the prospects of a new life for her when the auction was over.
All of the video material which Skippy had recorded of Patty satisfying him sexually was being show in vivid color on the very large screen when the bidders came into the hall. The crowd was muted in their appreciation of her sexual expertise, and the physical dexterity, which was on display in just about all the various positions imaginable. Tight shots of her naked body wetted the appetites of all in attendance, male and female alike.
The bidding actually started when Skippy brought Patty onto the raised platform he had built for her to pose on. He had no trouble getting her to display her many charms while the bidding went up quickly, in $50,000 increments, until it reached $400,000. Patty herself was energized by the mere fact that someone was willing to pay that sum, and more, for her. But the big applause came when Skippy brought Bonnie onto the platform for the unstated, yet obvious purpose, of preparing Patty for a whipping, which of course Bonnie was all too anxious to get started.
Bonnie strapped Patty to a large, sturdy, X frame which could be rotated in all directions. Patty was vulnerable to the whip in every possible position imaginable. Bonnie started the whipping slowly under Skippy’s watchful eye. Then, one after another welts began to show up on Patty’s lovely skin; on her ass first, then her legs both front and back , then on her core and on her ample tits. Patty was not gagged and gave a wonderfully vocal performance. It was clear she was in distress but that she could endure the best that Bonnie had to give.
The bidding continued, as did the whipping, until a very distinguished younger man who had not bid until then, stood up and drew attention to himself. “Listen, this girl is exactly what I have in mind. I bid $1,000,000 for her right now. If anyone wants to bid higher than that say so now.” A hush fell over the hall.
“Sir, your bid is very remarkable. Of course, this girl is remarkable. You will have yourself an outstanding slave unless someone wants to out bid you right now.
“I hear $1,000,000. Going, once… . Going, twice…. Going, three times…. Sold, to the gentleman in the cowboy hat for $1,000,000. Congratulations to you, Sir!”
The cowboy met Skippy and provided cash for the balance due. Bonnie released Patty from the X frame, draped a beautiful silk robe around her, and helped her into a pair of heels which accentuated her lovely legs. She held Patty by the shoulders and gave her a soft kiss.
“I owe you a debt of gratitude, you know,” Bonnie said to Patty. “You are a beautiful girl, and you made me jealous. I suffered a great deal because you got into my head. But, in the end, I learned a great deal. Now I’ll be a better slave girl to my Brother, because of the experiences I had during the short time you were with us at the compound. I’m not at all sorry to see you leave the compound but, I wish you the very best. Be well. Be happy.”
The End of Volume II, Chapter # 5
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Note # 1: I would appreciate comments regarding this work, or any topic of interest, sent to biggreek100@aol.com.
Note # 2: I expect to publish the remaining chapters of this story soon.
Note # 3: 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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