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Bonnie - Her Brother’s Slave - Vol. II
Chapter # 7
by Lewis Chappelle
Skippy had initiated a plan to pick up, and provide for, Master Adam’s big- titted slave girl, Bridget, at his families compound, while Adam was traveling on business for a month in Europe. Because Bridget didn’t have documentation authorizing her to be in the US, it was essential to be stealthy when moving her from place to place. Skippy decided it would be best to retrieve her and return her to her Master by car, since immigration records by that mode of transport were not likely to be sought.
Bonnie recalled getting a glimpse of Bridget at Skippy’s most recent slave auction when she was escorted there as a guest of her Master. Who wouldn’t remember a girl with a body like hers? Since the two girls had similar life experiences, Skippy decided to let Bonnie complete the transport honors. The pick up and delivery point was about 600 miles from the Bowman family compound. An overnight stay would be required to move the girl.
Bonnie was excited for the chance to drive alone and prove her self reliance and initiative away from the compound; an event she had never previously had the opportunity to experience. Before she left on her travels, Skippy reminded her that Bridget did not have the cerebral skills and knowledge which might be expected of a typical girl reared and educated in America.
Bonnie felt self confident and proud when she met Master Adam, on time, at the designated transfer point. Master Adam quickly moved Bridget, along with a small bag of her personal effects, from his limousine to Bonnie’s SUV.
Master Adam was a man of few words; he merely said, “Have this one back here at the same time in 30 days. She can’t read or write English well, and she speaks with a thick German accent. She has not been taught much about anything except how to be a good sex slave. She will provide excellent service to men and girls alike. You can ask her about her tits, but you won’t get much from her. They could cause strain on her back, so make sure she has a good bed to sleep on and gets enough rest. A chiropractor might help too.
“She suffers harsh punishment nicely. If you need to correct her, use this whip. I only use it on her. You don’t need to restrain her, she won’t run away. Bring her back to me in the same condition that she’s in now. Good bye!” Bridget seemed to hear and take in his every word.
“I am your slaf now, Mistress,” Bridget said. “I vill do ever sink you vant me to do. Me teets are good, yes?”
Bonnie was stuck by Bridget’s uninhibited, if difficult to understand, English. She responded briefly; “Yes, you will take orders from me until we get to my house, My Brother is my Master and he also has some other slave girls. You will obey him when we get to my house. You really do have very big tits, Bridget. How did you get them?” Bonnie didn’t expect a long answer, but she was willing to drive as far as necessary until she knew the full answer to her question.
At length, Bridget was finally able to convey the fact that she didn’t know how old she was. She did know her former master got her from her parents even before she had her first menstrual period. As soon as she began to develop as a young girl, he started to give her injections, of some sort, directly into her budding nipples. Those injections were very painful. But the injections kept coming, over and over. Her tits kept getting bigger and bigger, injection after injection. She never had surgery. And, as time went on, she became very conscious that she had bigger tits than any girl she knew.
Bridget had no idea what liquid was in the vials which were injected into her tits. Master Adam, her new master, never did take up the injection regime.
Bridget seemed proud of her tits, and held them up for Bonnie’s inspection even as the girls drove down the highway. Bridget also made it known that she had been forced to wear tight, boned, corsets when she was younger and that she was proud of her hour-glass figure.
“Mistress, if you vant me to use my mouth on you I vill do it right now,” she said after they arrived in their room for the night.
Bonnie wanted to have a bite to eat, but her lustful imagination took control. Dinner could wait. Bridget was as good at providing sexual satisfaction as her billing said she would be. And, Bonnie got to taste, rub, and squeeze those large and luscious tits.
When Bonnie was spent, Bridget said, “Mistress, you gonna whip between my legs so I can have fun?”
Despite the language barrier, Bonnie knew exactly what Bridget wanted, and she was all too eager to find out just how often, and how hard, she could whip Bridget’s clit before she came. She made Bridget lay on her back, spread her legs, and hold her cunt high as she smacked the whip she had been given directly on her large, sensitive, clit. Bridget was soon bouncing in ecstasy. Bonnie had never seen such an explosive cum associated with such severe pain.
As they drove toward the compound the following day, Bonnie couldn’t get over thinking about how well Bridget had taken her clit whipping, and how nicely she had pleasured her the night before. In fact, she was so turned on by those thoughts that she had to pull off the side of the road 3 times to let Bridget tend to her clit again before they arrived back at the compound.
About 50 miles from the compound, Bonnie put a blindfold on Bridget so she would not be able to tell anyone else where the compound was located.
Bonnie knew when she got home that Skippy would grill her for all the erotic minutiae of her trip. Not only did she have some interesting facts to tell him about but, she was excited to hold him and have him fuck her again.
Skippy sensed that Bonnie was proud of her accomplishment in bringing Bridget back to the compound successfully, and without incident. After her unsavory display of pique regarding Patty, a former slave at the compound, Bonnie had learned lessons of self restraint, and not to be envious of other girls. She was also showing other signs of increasing emotional maturity. Skippy was happy to see another side of his Sister, and he discussed his observations with his Dad. They agreed to let her progress slowly, and develop her own personality, and potential, further.
As she gained self assurance, he gave Bonnie privileges she never had before. She was allowed to use the internet, and visit the Slaves Quarters at her own discretion. She was expected to attend and comport herself properly at social and family events given by her Mother and Father.
Skippy also decided to put Bonnie in charge of Bridget’s well being during her temporary stay at the compound. She would be the gate-keeper regarding how Bridget would be used by others for erotic purposes as well. With that vote of confidence, Bonnie decided to show Bridget off to the girls at the lesbian bars in town; the same bars which had been the site of several of the kidnappings perpetrated by her Mother when they were on the prowl for unwitting candidates for girls to be slave girls to Skippy.
It wasn’t long before the patrons of these establishments were actually waiting for Bonnie and Bridget to arrive again. For a price, they could take Bridget into the back room and have her bring them to exciting cums. They found great pleasure sitting on her face and playing with her magnificent tits. Those bar visits proved exciting and lucrative For Bonnie. The entrepreneurial spirit in Bonnie had been awakened.
At the end of the baby-sitting period, Bonnie blind-folded Bridget for the first 50 miles of the return trip back to her Master. This leg of the trip did not go as smoothly as the one 30 days earlier. It seemed that a police officer saw Bridget take off her blouse and was intrigued by what he saw. He began to follow the girls through a small town he was patrolling. Bonnie was required to make some quick, and altogether dazzling, adjustments on the fly to shake the cop. And, she arrived on time as promised. She collected the $10,000 fee which had been agreed upon, and Bonnie returned to the compound with even more confidence in herself than she had before.
Skippy was impressed with Bonnie’s increased level of self assurance and maturity. He bragged on her to his Father at every opportunity. Doc Bowman, in return, told Skippy he had just hired a young doctor into his practice as an Associate, and was beginning to believe that the kid just might have the right stuff to keep Bonnie contented. A scheme to bring the two of them together, for the first time, in the guise of a chance meeting was developed.
Doc Bowman arranged an all-hands staff meeting at his mansion. On the occasion of that meeting, Bonnie was called to attend to general chores at the main house. In a casual way, Bowman introduced his new assistant, Dr. Wagner, to Bonnie. She was wearing a flimsy, low cut, blouse, a high hemmed skirt, high heels with no hose, panties, or bra, as was customary for her. Being the astute young man he was, the young doctor couldn’t help but notice how beautiful, well toned, well sculpted, and sexually adventurous Bonnie seemed to be.
For her part, Bonnie’s juices started to run, and she got an erotic rush, when she first met the handsome, well built, doctor. She quickly rushed back to Skippy to suggest he fuck her as a means of putting her erotic mood to good use.
“What position do you want me in, Master?” she asked in the most pleading, yet sensuous voice she could muster.
“Get on your knees, ass high, with your tits on the ground, slut, and spread ‘em,” he demanded. Skippy always seemed to have a whip handy and brought his best stiff leather crop up to her face, and said “Look bitch, you can’t expect to come running to me to get fucked every time you get turned on by some horny dude. These welts should help you remember that.”
He slashed her ass and the back of her thighs until she was screaming in pain. Then, he knelt behind her and thrust his cock deep into her sopping cunt in one thrust. It wasn’t long before Bonnie was screaming, full throat, and full of sexual tension.
“Master, you are the best! I did deserve the whip Sir, I was too presumptuous. Whip me again, Sir so I remember to be more docile, Sir.”
Skippy struck her 10 more times; the welts were bright red. He rammed his cock quickly into her cunt and made sure he was grinding his own hips and thighs into her freshly sensitized ass.
“Fuck me deep, Master, please fuck me hard. Pump me deep and fill me with your precious cum. Pound me! Faster! Faster! Oh, oh, oh. Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“Work for it, slut!” he yelled at her while she was screaming at him. “Work! Move your body. Grind it, slut. Work harder. Roll your back and hips for me. Move your body, slut. If you want it, you’ll have to work for it!”
He knew she was spent, but she did keep moving until she felt his hot cum reach the inner walls of her cunt. She was such a well trained slave!
Skippy really enjoyed dominating and fucking his Sister. She was certainly beautiful, compliant, and a great bed partner to be sure. But, in addition, his physical pleasures, and emotional reactions, were enhanced tremendously over the years just by the knowledge that he was breaking a very well established social taboo.
His instincts about Bonnie were always right. And, eventually he sensed it was the right time to let his beautiful bird go free. It was a conclusion which came on him slowly but, with certainty; a notion he could not shake no matter how hard he tried to put it out of his mind. It was time for her to expand her horizons.
The welts on Bonnie’s ass were still hypersensitive, but Skippy gave her permission to get away from the compound on her own. Bonnie unexpectedly met the handsome Dr. Wagner in the town mall. Wagner, on his day off, had come into town to get some new clothes to go with his new status as a rising young medico. He was excited to see Bonnie again, and invited her to have a cup of coffee with him in the lobby of the most well regarded hotel in town.
She was flushed with excitement at meeting the handsome young man; her libido was at a crest as she looked at him across the table at the same time as she felt the welts on her still smarting ass. Bonnie knew she could not keep any secrets of any sort from Skippy because if he found out anything important about her from someone else, he would have her punished. She told him about the chance meeting and her reaction to it.
“Would you like me to let him kiss you, Sis?” he asked.
“Master, a decision like that is your prerogative, Sir. I am, of course, your bound slave. I shouldn’t have an opinion on that sort of thing,” she replied.
“Well, the next time you see him, I want you to take the initiative and kiss him, and let nature take it’s course. You must report to me everything that happens to be sure, but, go test the waters on that. If he wants to feel your body, let him do it. See how you like getting hugged, kissed, and felt up by another man out of pure passion.”
Dr. Wagner did eventually kiss Bonnie. She told him to hold her tight. She whispered to him that she wanted a strong man; a strong man to fulfill her need for safety and security; a strong man to help her release a torrent of surging, impulsive, hormones. She said that she only had great sex when she released control of her sexuality into the hands of someone else. They spent many hours in his apartment each developing new attitudes and respect for each others needs and personality.
Bonnie was especially fond of laying at Wagner’s feet, often kissing them to show her respect for him, while he read from his collection of medical books and journals. He enjoyed rubbing his feet on her body, especially over her firm tits and hard nipples. They both found being with the other relaxing, and yet highly charged sexually.
Doctor Bowman was aware his daughter was spending a great deal of time with his new associate, and finally asked him if the two of them were falling in love. Dr. Wagner smiled sheepishly, and said he thought he really was but, he had a major question concerning Bonnie’s apparent submissive nature. Bowman advised him to see her Brother, Skippy, about that issue, before they got any more deeply involved. That comment raised even more questions in Wagner’s quick mind.
Skippy was alerted, by his Father, to the fact that Warner might seek him out privately, and sure enough he did.
“I’m intrigued by your Sister, Skippy. What can you tell me about Bonnie’s personality?” the young doctor inquired. “She is very lovely, and I admire her but, she seems almost too ready to be submissive to me. I don’t know what to make of her. I’ve never met another girl like her. Does she have some built in need to be dominated?” he asked.
“Well, my friend,” Skippy began, “let me tell you a thing or two about my Sister. Yes, she does have a submissive nature. In fact, now don’t be upset, I’ve been her Master for over 7 years. She is completely compliant to me in every way. Not to put too sharp of a point on it, she has been my sex slave. I’ve recently encouraged her to reach out and expand her outlook, including how to deal with other men; you in particular. I’d like to see her content with you if you can devote yourself to making her happy, not only physically and sexually, but emotionally as well.”
Young Doctor Wagner was unnerved with the candid response he received from Skippy, but realized he had just received the go-ahead to pursue a vigorous relationship with one of the rare treasures of his world.
Several weeks later, Dr. Bowman convened a private, informal, ceremony in his den at which he conveyed ownership of his daughter from his Son to Dr. Wagner. Bonnie beamed with a look of anticipation. Her Mother cried.
The End of Volume II, Chapter # 7 and, the end of this story.
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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: The author anticipates developing another story around the fascinating character of Bridget in the not so distant future. Ideas and comments on this project are welcome.
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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