Bonnie -- Her Brother’s Slave

Chapter One

By Lewis Chappelle

Dr. Roger Bowman was well known in Porterville. He had taken a fellowship in  plastic surgery following his residency as a young doctor and now had a considerable reputation South of the Mason Dixon Line for all sorts of reconstructive surgery. At age 40, he and his wife, Martha, were part of the elite, upper crust, in town. They had two kids; Skippy, who was five years older than his sister, and Bonnie. 

Their mansion was located on a rural, wooded, 98 acre spread. Their recently constructed main house, pool, tennis courts, and a 5 stall car garage were surrounded by a high stone wall and was appropriately equipped with elaborate security measures.

The good doctor enjoyed a very vigorous sex life with Martha, not to mention with several of the young female nurses who worked as part of his booming practice.  Bowman also had a penchant for kinky sex. During the construction of the mansion, he had a private room built under the first floor master bedroom and stocked it with all the deviant and devious equipment he could find. Martha was a willing, and submissive, partner to his dominant ways.

When Martha turned 39, she told her handsome husband that for her birthday she wanted a breast enhancement procedure performed on her. When she healed, her tits were as perky as a girl half her age. Her new level of pride and self esteem were evident and her new, under muscled, superior tits were all the advertisement he needed to bring in even more business.

Skippy, being a bright and a curious boy, found the dungeon when he was just entering puberty. The genes he inherited from his dad didn’t need much encouragement to let his own domineering nature begin to express itself particularly in the experimentation he pursued with his younger sister.

At age 15, Bonnie was a good looking young girl and Skippy decided to make some money by having Bonnie show off nude for his neighborhood friends. Bonnie got a kick out of these infrequent exhibitions and Skippy did share his ‘winnings’ with her which she found almost as exciting as posing for the guys.

During the years that followed, Bonnie had taken to coming into Skippy’s bedroom late at night complaining that she was cold. He would always welcome her under the covers with him but would make her take off  her nightgown and leave it on the floor beside his bed.

While she was very suspicious of the intentions of other boys, Bonnie knew exactly what she wanted from her brother. Once in his bed, she would reach out for her brother’s semi-hard boner and knew her body was the cause of his excitement. She would then, without encouragement from him, crawl between his legs and take his cock in her mouth until he gave her his warm cum, full force.  She loved the way he held her head to guide her ministrations and pulled her hair so he could drive his cock deeply into her.

When she finished pleasuring his cock she would move over next to his side again. He would cuddle her gently, stroke her body and toy with her nipples until they were hard as little pebbles. She loved that feeling and made sure Skippy knew that he was satisfying her sexual inclinations. And, she would encourage him, mainly by spreading her legs lewdly, to finally fingering her cunt and clit until she had a gratifying cum. They never said a word to each other during these night time escapades or later, but there were many tell-tale glances between them if you knew what to look for.

Skippy knew full well that his sister could get pregnant if he fucked her cunt so he just used her mouth to relieve his ever increasing need for release; and Bonnie became a very proficient cock sucker as he had trained her to take his cock beyond her gag reflex.

Skippy and his dad had connected tightly over the years; they were pals you might say.  Skippy confided in him on a host of matters and eventually told him that he was attracted to his sister sexually. He said he found her to be affectionate, compliant and absorbed with him as well,  but he was afraid she might get pregnant if he used her the way they both wanted. He asked if Dad could arrange to provide her with injectable birth control. Skippy didn’t expect his father to respond negatively to his request and true to his expectations he didn’t get any push back from him at all.  His private thoughts ran to consider that perhaps old dad might have designs on Bonnie’s delectable body as well.

Skippy went after Bonnie’s cunt with a vengeance when she wasn’t in danger of becoming pregnant. She loved the intense cums but almost more than that, she craved the intimacy it provided with her brother and she frequently wrapped her arms around him to hug him closely and in whispered tones begged him to fuck her in just so many words.

By 16, Skippy had shown Bonnie pictures of women in bondage - strict and painful bondage. They also found  pictures of their mother in bondage which only reinforced Skippy’s assertion that this type of submissive sexual activity was expected by all the women in the family. Skippy told her that it was the type of activity he expected of her.

Skippy purchased a boned, leather, waist cincher which he could lace from behind to make Bonnie’s already thin waist just 19 inches around. She loved the look and often urged him to pull her in more tightly.

He also bought her many pairs of high heels… some as high as 5 inches. He made her practice walking straight, tall, and naked with a book on her head for hours on end. And, when she wouldn’t walk correctly in his newly purchased shoes, Skippy would spank her naked ass in punishment for her poor performance. She never complained about the spankings he gave her and Skippy eventually spanked her hard enough to make her cry; but she never resisted.

The siblings found time alone and used the equipment in the now, not-so-secret, room of their parents for their own experimentation.  She was being trained, and she knew it, but she really wasn’t sure to what end. Skippy also got a great thrill having his sister cum on command and of showing the pictures of her to his college friends

By 18, Bonnie was quite used to being bound for long periods of time by her brother.  She was always game for the fun and even asked for Skippy to spank her now and then.   

Bonnie had been a cheerleader at her school for several years and was exceptionally physically fit; hard ass, toned legs and a tight, slim, core. She had very full tits but was not satisfied to come in second in the tit department when compared to her Mother. She mentioned her discontent to Skippy and asked him to intercede with their Dad to get a tit enhancement for her - she thought it would be a great high school graduation gift.

Skippy was a forthright kid and didn’t mince words with his father. He told him  Bonnie wanted bigger tits just like her Mom; or even bigger. His father told him he would operate on Bonnie under an assumed name at the  hospital where he had privileges and Skippy relayed the good news to Bonnie. But, Skippy had a new surprise in store for her. He wanted her to willingly agree to tell their parents she wanted to be her brother’s sex slave or even his personal property from that point on.

That discussion was the first time they had ever used the terms ‘slave’ or ‘owned property’ and it made Bonnie wet just thinking about it. She desperately loved her brother and wanted to please him. As their early exploits grew into years and more erotic activities, Bonnie began to realize that her life really centered on Skippy; she adored him and was ready to serve him and suffer for him. Yes, she wanted to be his slave and she didn’t care who knew it. It was to be her future life and she then realized she had been training just for that purpose for a long, long time.

Of course she wanted to have the surgery and completely heal first before she made her declaration public and that was fine with Skippy. But, he was excited at the prospect of having such a lovely young girl as his own slave. He got a hard-on just thinking about it.

The End of Chapter # 1

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Bonnie -- Her Brother’s Slave

Chapter Two

By Lewis Chappelle

After her graduation from high school, Bonnie was admitted to the clinic where her dad did his surgery. After consultation with Skippy, and even Bonnie’s Mother, it was decided to only add a full cup to her already well developed tits. She was to emerge with double D cup tits which were just a bit larger than her Mom’s. 

When her healing was complete, Skippy made arrangements for a small intimate dinner in the rather large dining room of the mansion to celebrate. It was catered by a little known specialty house.  The food was well done, but the real treat was the servers were all attractive young woman. As part of their job, they were required to serve in high heels and French Maid outfits without underwear. Their demi cup bras didn’t conceal their nipples one bit. Each girl was an aspiring model, long of leg and tall. At the end of the rather sumptuous meal, the entire family was feeling frisky and Skippy said that Bonnie, would excuse herself and then return with a personal announcement.

When Bonnie returned, she was naked except for a pair of vampy, 6 inch heels. She looked absolutely stunning. Her eyes were down cast as she approached Skippy and said, “My dear brother, I am begging you to accept me now as your sex slave or even better, as your personal property… property to be owned and used as you see fit. I crave your discipline and will worship your cock. I will serve you and suffer for you as you wish and I will obey any and all of your commands. I beg, you Sir, to accept me as your slave girl and allow me to refer to you as “My Owner and Master.

“And to you, Mother and Father, I request that you bless my decision to serve my dear Brother and to help me serve him as his property for the rest of my life.”

Some of the wait staff demurely and politely applauded Bonnie’s earnest, and obviously heartfelt requests. 

“Mother and Father, I will accept Bonnie here as my property and faithful slave girl provided I have your approval, blessings, and encouragement,” said Skippy.

Dad said he, for one, approved of the arrangement and the sentiment was seconded by Mom. Dad also then suggested the family leave the room and that the chef and other staff could let themselves out when they were finished. At that, he led his wife, son and teetering daughter to the master bedroom, then to the dungeon below.

“Now Martha, you look all out of place with clothes on while Bonnie stands over there naked. Take off all of your clothes now!” he ordered. And Martha undressed without hesitation. She was certainly fit and trim. Skippy looked admiringly at her and instantly thought his dad certainly knew what he was doing when he married her. And he recognized that she had done her level best to look good for her husband.

“I think this occasion needs to be made official with the whip, and with some pain, don’t you agree, Skippy?”

“Yes, Dad, and I want to hang Bonnie from the ceiling chains. We should all take turns whipping her as a means of  commemorating her new status as house-slave.  You first, Mother,” he added with some flourish as he handed her a small single tail whip. 

Bonnie hung by her wrists with stoic grace. Her legs were spread wide and held by leather tethers which held her ankles to parallel supporting pillars. Her toes didn’t touch the floor. Her newly designed tits swelled and her breathing became labored. Her rib cage showed prominently.

Martha hesitated and looked at her husband as if asking for him to commute this lewd sentence on her only daughter. He just looked at her in a menacing way so as to say ‘get on with it bitch or you will get the worst of it!’ And the whipping began.

They each, in turn, whipped her body from her shoulders to her thighs- both back and front. But there was a implicit understanding that no one would whip her hard enough to break her delicate skin. She cried and howled for mercy under the hands of each, but no respite was offered.

At length, Skippy took her down from her chains and made her kiss the whip which had ravaged her tender skin. He had plenty of time in the weeks past to chorography this exact moment and he wanted to sink his cock in all three of her holes while his parents watched. 

“On your knees, slave, and suck my cock without using your hands like you have been trained,” he said menacingly. The smile on her face was a dead give away that she was delighted to comply.

“Do you want me to fuck your ass, my slave?” he asked her.

She quickly said “Sir, my ass is here for you to fuck if it pleases you Sir.” And she didn’t waste movement or a moment turning over and raising her ass showing a  liberally lubricated asshole. He pounded her savagely. But, he wasn’t done with her just yet.

“Now, slave girl, turn around and clean me off with your tongue.”  Again, Bonnie was quick to the task. He then laid her down on her well stripped back and spread her legs over his shoulders. “Do you want me to fuck your cunt, slave girl?”

“I have no wants anymore, Master, I’m your property now and it’s your pleasure that I’m committed to providing. My only reason for being, Sir, is to do all I can to give you pleasure. I’m here to pleasure your cock with my cunt, if it would please you Sir.” Skippy slammed into her with force; Bonnie bucked and arched her back making it clear she was working hard to please her brother who, himself, was tense with sexual energy.

“Now slave,” Skippy said, “I want you on your knees in homage to your father and I want you to suck his cock. Then I want you to beg him to fuck you too. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master, I understand,” she said. “I’d be honored to have Father fuck me and I  will suck him dry, Sir, if it pleases you.”

“Please, let me suck your cock and then please fuck me, Father, I beg you to fuck me now!” she said.

Doc Bowman also took his turn with his daughter for the first time, then immediately turned his engorged cock in the direction of his wife who sucked him clean before begging him to fuck her as well.

Skippy knew once Bonnie had willingly, and even enthusiastically, followed his order to suck off her father, to have his cock in her mouth and cunt, that she was then his devoted, and unquestioning, sexual property for the rest of her life.

The End of Chapter  #2

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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

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Bonnie -- Her Brother’s Slave

Chapter Four

by Lewis Chappelle

Soon after Jane was captured, Bonnie’s father taught her how to clean and dress the incision he had made in Jane’s side which held the micro chip intended, at the discretion of her Master, to stun her nervous system in order to control her behavior. Bonnie faithfully followed his instructions four times a day and the healing process was progressing nicely. A poster on the cell wall, with a skull and cross bones, warned Jane never to touch the bandage on her side. She took the message seriously.

Every time Bonnie came into the cell, which contained the cage in which Jane was confined, she arrived naked and in heels but wore the full-face mask and never spoke. Jane would ask questions and complain but Bonnie didn’t respond; it was like Jane had never spoken. Jane couldn’t keep her eyes off of Bonnie’s delectable body. Her libido was mounting despite her confinement. She wanted to touch Bonnie and love her. Instead, her sexual attentions were being directed to Skippy’s cock.

The cage had been Jane’s home for almost three weeks, not that she was aware of the amount of time which had elapsed since she was seized. For all she knew she had been caged for, what to her seemed, a year. Skippy left another poster outside of the gage which said he was her Master and she was his slave and that he could and would use her as he wanted  To prove his point, he began to direct the electrical charges from his tens unit through the cage directly to his captives’ tits and cunt. He taunted her with the tens wand and made his assaults sever and unpredictable. Each one caused Jane to scream and fall to the hard concrete floor writhing in pain.

Skippy upped the pain ante again by using stiff, seven foot, rubberized rods through the bars of her cage to pull and poke her into various positions within the cage sometimes for extended periods of time. His favorite, was to press her tightly into the bars and hold her there with her tits emerging from between the bars on one side. After he sucked them and bit them, and often would slap them violently. He would also spread her legs wide and slide a rod upward between her legs and so that her weight was directed downward onto her cunt lips. Jane howled in agony during this torture. And, he also found ways to force her to bend her knees and support her weight on her thigh, calf, and back muscles for an hour or more. He made physical pain another element of her routine existence.

The next poster he hung on the wall of the cell indicated that she could expect some pain relief if she referred to him as her Master and acknowledge she was his slave.  It didn’t take her long to mentally process what was required of her. As soon as she recognized that she could at least control some part of her life, Jane was quick to accommodate.  After that, she called him Master, begged him not to hurt her, and ask him to let her service his cock with her mouth, cunt or ass.

Jane began to look forward to contact with Skippy; contact of any kind. She like his smell and the feel of his cock. She even like it when he treated her roughly. Contact of any sort was better than being ignored. He didn’t speak to her but she felt he was not going to kill or deform her and that made him a person to be admired. And, when he finally spoke to her he said in a low voice that if she behaved herself he would let her out of the cage for a hot shower she was overcome with emotion. He dragged her from the cage and she dropped to kiss his feet.

For the first time, Bonnie spoke to Jane as well. Bonnie said she would wash and shape her hair, shave her body, and give her a manicure. And, if she was good in bed with her she would make sure she could sleep outside that cage for the night. And, was Jane ever good with Bonnie that night. She previously had plenty of time to picture herself engaged with Bonnie and she made good use of those visions that night. Bonnie enjoyed her sexual workout with Jane but nonetheless cuffed her hands behind her and chained her to the bottom of her bed for the night. Jane was thrilled.

The last words she heard, in the dark, before she fell asleep were, “You know, Jane, we will use you as our slave around here, and treat you like an object. You will be used and abused. And you will love us all. And, you know that scar in your side? It has a chip in it and if we decide you aren’t being cooperative, we will press a button that will activate that chip and knock you off your feet. Sweet dreams, slave.”

Jane did sleep well if not in total comfort. She was awakened when Bonnie kicked her in the leg and released her chains. “What do you remember from yesterday, slave?” Bonnie asked.

“Ma’am, I was released from that terrible cage and you spoke to me and were kind enough to let me have a hot shower and wash my hair. And you told me that I’d better behave or you would zap me. That’s what I remember right off the top of my head.”

“I’m going to un-cuff you now, but remember, you must do what I tell you, or you will be punished, do you understand, slave girl?”

“Yes, ma’am I get the picture!” she said nervously.

“And, from now on, I’m taking your given name away from you, and will only refer to you as ‘slave’ or ‘slave j’ and you will refer to me as Mistress and my brother as Master. Is that clear, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress, you have been very clear, and you have my word, ma’am, that I’ll obey you, not because I’m afraid of you but because you have been kind to me, ma’am.”

“I’m going to show you were you will stay here. It’s a small room with a cot, mirror, a rod for any clothes we decide to give you, a shower and toilet. You will be expected to keep yourself well groomed at all times. For now, I’m giving you a pair of my high heeled shoes and you will be expected to wear them all day unless I give you other orders. Get used to them because I’ll give you a newer higher pair in a week or so and I want you to be able to walk in them easily.”

Jane had never seen Skippy’s face and didn’t even know Skippy and Bonnie were brother and sister. And, she had no idea about their parent’s or of their home, the original  mansion. When she saw Martha, she thought she had seen her before but couldn’t quite recall just where; her recollection of that period was dimmed. Bonnie told her that her mother had all the privileges she had and could order her to perform any task she wanted including sexual services. And, it wasn’t long before Jane was being used by both women.

On one occasion, Jane was slow to respond, and for the first time, Bonnie activated the chip in Jane’s side. Jane went into a spasm which caused her to scream in pain. Bonnie made sure to remind Jane that she would be subject to the same agony if she failed to respond quickly and acceptably to any command given her in the future.

“I want to show you off today, slave,” Bonnie told her. “I want you to meet my brother and my father, they will have full privileges as your Master’s the same as I do. I want you to wear this high neck collar and a tight waist cincher for your début. I want you to be on your most submissive behavior for your Masters. They may even decide to whip you just to see you suffer. Do you understand, slave?”

Bonnie had Jane stand on a raised platform in the dungeon with her arms behind her head, legs spread wide. She looked stunning in the high, black neck brace, cincher and heels. And she waited in that position for over thirty minutes until the doc and Skippy came into the room and circled around her. To embarrass and humiliate Bonnie in front of Jane, Skippy ordered Bonnie, also naked, to kneel in front of him and service his cock while his father inspected Jane.

Doctor Bowman finally spoke. “So you are the new cum dump around here, I’m told. Are you proud to be our new cum dump, slave girl?”

Jane was mortified and blushed to be described in such a demeaning fashion. Her lack of a quick response earned her a harsh slash across her right thigh from the good doctor’s whip. “Yes, Sir, I’m very glad to be your cum dump Sir, and I’m terribly  sorry I didn’t respond to your question promptly, Sir. Please forgive, me, Sir.” If nothing else, Jane was a quick learner.

“Well, if you are so darned proud, then stick out your tits, tighten your ass and arch your back for me, slave. Let me see how nicely built you really are. And while you are at it, I want you to spread use your hands and spread your cunt lips, you slut.”

Doc jammed three fingers into Jane’s moist cunt and nodded his approval but when he spread her ass cheeks and checked her ass hole, he ordered that she be forced to tolerate a butt plug for an entire week so he could fuck her there with ease. And, to equalize the pain in her right thigh, he slashed the front of her left thigh equally as hard as he had the right one.

“Now you stay put up there, sweet thing, show off and learn something, while I have my way with my daughter here,” he announced. “Let’s both fuck your delectable sister at the same time, shall we son? I’ll take her ass and you can have her cunt!”

End of Chapter # 4  (Chapter # 5 coming to the library soon)

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Bonnie -- Her Brother’s Slave

Chapter Five

by Lewis Chappelle

Skippy and his father fucked Bonnie for over twenty minutes; each alternating between her ass, cunt and mouth. Jane watched the almost choreographed, and graceful, erotic movements of the three of them in amazement from the raised platform on which she had been ordered to display herself at the far end of the dungeon. She knew that this wasn’t the first time for them.

“Slave, come down here and clean off my father’s cock with your mouth and tongue; then clean me off. After we leave, you can work on Bonnie. Make sure she is clean; really clean - both ass and cunt,” Skippy said as sperm oozed from Bonnie’s every  orifice.

Bonnie was pleased her brother was being so considerate of her and had not favored “the new girl” over her. Jane, for her part, was not only getting used to serving not just one but two men and several woman in her new life. And she was beginning to feel like a valued member of the family’s staff as she was now serving the meals prepared by the family chef and was assisting with other chores around the two mansions as directed.

Skippy always seemed to be in a state of sexual excitement when his sister and Jane were within range. He decided to do some testing to see which girl actually had the most physically desirable body - part, by womanly, part.

“Ladies,” he called to them. “For the next hour I want you both to shower, shave, apply your make- up, fix your hair and get weighed and at ten o’clock I want you both to meet me in the dungeon, naked and in four inch heels. Now, don’t ask questions just get a wiggle on.”

The girls sensed that there was mischief in Skippy’s voice and scampered away to do his bidding. When they arrived in the dungeon together, Skippy motioned for them to stand on the raised platform he had placed in the middle of the room.

“Girls, stand next to each other, side-by-side facing me but don’t touch each other, just drop your shoulders, pull them back and look straight ahead,” he told them. 

What a sight! And, the more he examined them the more he realized how perfectly matched they were to each other.

“How tall are you slave j?” 

“Sir, last time I was measured, I was five foot, seven inches tall, Sir,” she replied.

“And you, Bonnie?”

“I’m the same height as she is, Sir,” Bonnie said.

“I thought  you might be the same height because your eyebrows are just on the same line across. How much to you weigh, slave?”

“Sir, I know the answer to that, because you asked us to get weighed before we came down and it said I weigh 124 pounds, Sir.”

“And you Bonnie?”

“I weighed in at 128 pounds, Sir,” Bonnie answered.

“Now, I want you to stand back-to-back, ass-to-ass, and shoulder-to-shoulder and raise your hands over your head, then clasp each other hands and pull upward. Spread your legs wide. Show off your girlish figures, take a deep breath and suck in your stomachs. Look sharp! Do it now for me! ” 

When they were in the proper position for him, he approached them and ran his hands slowly up the right leg of his sister and the left leg of Jane and took the measure of their musculature and tone. Then he circled 180 degrees around them and ran his hands up and down their other legs. He felt into their cunts and sensed their erotic dampness. He felt their stomach muscles and then their tits. He lingered long on their nipples, biting them and making them hard. Then he checked there cunts again and was impressed by the amount of dripping that had occurred since he had checked earlier.

He had taken exceptional mental notes of each girls physical condition.

“Turn around and face each other. Again spread your legs and come together nipple-to-nipple. Hold onto each other at the neck and the back of the head and kiss each other sensuously, passionately, while I inspect you both some more,” he said softly.

He ran his hands over their neck, shoulders and down their back. Then noted the softness of the skin on their ass and the firmness and roundness of their ass muscles. He bent down to caress each leg again observing more closely the musculature of each thigh and calf. As he retraced his steps, he slid his fingers deep into their cunts and rubbed their clits tenderly. He could see goose bumps rise on the smooth skin of their tits and stomach.

Then he rendered his judgments.

“Girls, turn to me. Your cunts are exceptionally wet. I can’t imagine why? I’m even more impressed than ever that you both are very exciting women.

But, that said, Jane, I’m not sure you are eating as well as you should. The confinement in the cage may have put a strain on you. Your tits are lovely although not as shapely as Bonnie’s and it’s no wonder; hers have been touched up by the best plastic surgeon in town.  Your leg muscles are very nicely toned and better than Bonnie’s. However, you both could stand to be more physically active and develop greater muscle tone in your shoulders and arms especially since I will undoubtedly decide to hang you both by your wrists and whip the crap out of you very soon.

“To make sure you have the best diet money can buy, I’m going to bring in a nutritionist for you both. I’m also going to get you both a personal fitness trainer who will work with you a few times a week. Between these two professionals they will establish a weight goal for each of you. If you aren’t at the weight you are supposed to be, you will be punished.  I want to see your bodies look their absolute best.

“Further, to make sure your hair and nails are perfect, I’ll bring in a hair stylist and manicurist once a week. And, I will expect you to treat these professionals the way they want to be treated. Do you understand my meaning here?

“Now get down on your knees, bend over, get your tits on the ground and raise your asses. Reach around your hips and pull your ass cheeks apart so I can fuck you. I’m going to drill you both in the ass one after the other, back and forth, and the girl who gets my jism will win and will get to service me, and sleep with me, tonight.”

They both moved quickly. Skippy was at full staff as he watched them kneeling, with knees wide offering him their ass holes. He took a moment to spread k-y jelly on each hole before he plunged in. They were still tight but had already been well used and he entered each one without difficulty.

Just before he shot his load, Skippy heard, “fuck me harder, Master, if it pleases you, Sir. Fuck me deeper and harder.”

End of Chapter # 5  (Additional chapters will be published soon.)

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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 

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Bonnie -- Her Brother’s Slave

Chapter Seven

by Lewis Chappelle

The package of materials which had just arrived contained three expensive and erotic items.

The most expensive item was a straight jacket of soft leather with a collar which buckled under the chin. Two straps went through the crotch in the front and attached tightly in back, and several straps  with buckles allowed the arms to be pulled in opposite directions around the chest.

The next was a pair of “Puppy Paws”  also of soft leather and padded on the inside which made them look like round miniature boxing gloves. The closing strap went around the wrist and buckled tightly. The paws also had a D ring in the top to aid in restraint.

The third was a black leather full-head covering  - essentially a hood. It was secured by laces in the back and included snap-ons for a gag and blindfold. It also had essential, yet un-objectional, breathing holes and a zippered opening where the mouth would be.

Before Jane buckled Bonnie into the magnificent and very costly bondage jacket and head gear, she slid a remote controlled vibrating butt plug and dildo into poor Bonnie and strapped her into a tight waist cincher. She buckled a wide strap around her enhanced tits to create added pressure and discomfort. She kept Bonnie naked from the waist down except for a pair of strappy four inch heels.

Skippy and Jane decided that Bonnie would be more pleasing to look at if she were made to stand, so they attached the D ring in her hood to a thick chain which dangled from the dungeon ceiling to keep her standing upright. Since Bonnie was blindfolded, she couldn’t defend herself from the whip which could be used across her exposed legs, ass and cunt and she obviously felt particularly vulnerable.

Jane as given the task of offering Bonnie water through a straw periodically to keep her hydrated. She was to be allowed to drink as much or as little as she wanted.

From time-to-time Jane let her long tail whip swish in front of her so Bonnie would know she was at sever risk. And, when Jane slapped the whip down next to Bonnie’s toes, she could feel the rush of air and would jump involuntarily. Watching her dance to the tune of the whip was great fun for Jane and Skippy.

Jane activated the vibrators periodically to keep Bonnie’s attention and to keep her moving

Skippy decided they needed lunch and he used his cell phone to call the main house to get his Mother to bring something over to his place for them. He told her to hurry as he had something very interesting to show her. Bonnie heard all this and was again aghast at her predicament and that her Mother would see her so vulnerable.

“Mom, I’m sure you know that’s Bonnie inside the straight jacket and hood don’t you,” he asked.

“Ya, I could tell by her legs. She always had good gams but since she’s been working out with the new trainer, they are really looking much better Lots of definition, don’t you think?”

“Yes, they do look good, and not to change the subject, but thanks for bringing lunch over for us. Dad has trained you well!” And now that I think of it, I want you to use this nice single tail whip on Bonnie’s legs and ass. It’ll sting but won’t  break the skin. Give us a show while we eat!”

Their Mother knew what he wanted her to do and looked chagrined at the prospect of whipping her daughter, but she knew better than to challenge her son. She was an in-house slave herself and knew well the penalty for disobeying him.  She took the whip and looked again at her helpless daughter and took pity on her‘ she looked at her daughter’s, well toned and flawless legs and admired them but knew she would soon be the bearer of pain to her own dear child.

Skippy looked into his Mother’s eyes and nodded to her as if giving a non-verbal command to start the whipping. And, she did. While Bonnie could not shout, they all could hear her sobbing and gripping over in pain as her body was wracked with pain from the slashing strokes.

“Bonnie, I know you are not feeling well right now, but let me ask you, do you want Mom to whip your ass a five more times before she leaves?” Skippy asked in his sweetest voice. Bonnie could be seen to nod, thus giving assent to additional punishment. And so it was; five more slashes across her perfect ass.

Skippy got a hard-one watching the whip hit his sister and Jane, ever attentive, eagerly relieved him with her ever improving oral skills.

“Jane, go over there and check out Bonnie’s marks. And check her cunt to see if she is aroused from her whipping,” Skippy ordered.

“And. Mom, you did well. I’ll be sure to give a good report of your accomplishment to Dad when I see him later today. But don’t touch anything that you are not supposed to touch. Dad will know if you do. You can go now and let Bonnie to us. We still have some more fun in store for her before we’re through with her for the day.”

“Let’s get the jacket off her and then slip on the doggie paws.  I want to see those paws attached by their D rings to the other overhead chains and pulled tight to the side. I want to see those nice tits stand out against her rib cage and I want to torture those big buggers. I know Dad inserted some good material under her muscles there so there won’t be any danger to her if we get rough with them,” he said to Jane. Bonnie recoiled again in fear.

Good thinking, Dad!” he mused to himself. 

Skippy had purchased a nipple stretcher many years ago but had never used it. It was still in the box it came in. The directions were there explained that the large oval-shaped base plate assembly piece was to be placed on the bone between the slaves tits. The large end of the enclosed “T” bar was to be threaded into the hole in the center of that base plate. Nipple clips on monofilament wire were attached to either ends of the cross section of the “T”. When the clips were snapped onto the nipples and the thumb screw turned outward, tension would be created on the nipples pulling them away from the slave’s body. And, if the tension was great enough the slave would suffer greatly which is just what Skippy had in mind.

Jane did the instillation of the piece but Skippy turned the thumb screw. Every minute or so he would turn the screw another quarter turn and Bonnie’s nipples slowly became quite distended. In fact, the pain she experience from this torture got so intense that her knees buckled and she fainted. He released the tension and did what was necessary to revive her then started the process all over again. After three fainting spells Skippy removed the device and just let her hang in place but her nipples were sore as hell.

As the afternoon was drawing to an end, Skippy was ready to take a whip to those distended nipples and to the luscious tits he had his eyes on all during the day. But, Bonnie started to fidget and press her legs together. Jane observed that Bonnie might need to pee after drinking so much water and she so advised Skippy.

“This will be great fun, Jane. I’ll whip Bonnie’s tits until she pisses on herself. I’ll bet her piss will sting those nice stripes Mom made on the front of the her thighs, don’t ya think?”

Bonnie did not want to piss herself. She thought, “I do have some dignity left, I hope.”

But the tit whipping was intense and she could not contain herself any longer. The first dribble excited Skippy who just tapped away on her now crimson tits. Soon the full flow came and Bonnie was devastated.

Her easy life as an in-house slave girl was over and the cruel erotic passions of her brother would take her to places of erotic submission and pleasure she had never been before. She had long ago been conditioned to be aroused by his acts of abuse, pain, bondage, and humiliation directed at her. And she always seemed to be ready for more.

End of Chapter # 7

Note # 1.  The author will delay writing further chapters to this story at this time while he pursues a new bdsm project which has captured his imagination. It is his plan to add additional chapters to the story about Bonnie and her brother, in “Bonnie - Her Brother’s Slave, Volume ll ” at a later date.

Note # 2. The author would appreciate comments, (including updates to previous comments), regarding this work directly to the reviewer section of the bdsm Library or to biggreek100@aol.com. 

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