Bonnie - Her Brother’s Slave - Vol. II

Chapter # 1

by Lewis Chappelle

(Author’s comment: What follows is a sequel to a previous story by the same title. Characters depicted in this Volume were developed more fully in the earlier piece.)

Almost three years had passed since Bonnie and her Mother conspired to kidnap Jane for the sexual pleasures of Dr. Bowman and Skippy, the older son of the family. Both mother and daughter were completely at ease with their own roles as sexual objects and slaves to these men. They had also been taught to be energetically involved in the conditioning and training of other girls, like Jane, for similar purposes.

Bonnie was accustomed to the teasing, torments, and tortures of her brother. Skippy had molded Bonnie as his personal slave girl since she was an early teen. He achieved greater satisfaction from using her than he did with any other woman. And, for her part, Bonnie achieved greater pleasure and fulfillment from pleasing, serving, and suffering for her brother than she did at the hands of anyone else. Her Mother had the same respect, admiration, faithfulness, and devotion to her husband, the good doctor Bowman, as Bonnie did for Skippy.

Skippy trained Bonnie himself. When she was in his presence, she had been taught to stand with her eyes down-cast, to always be naked in high heels, with her legs spread, unless otherwise directed. She knew that she was to stand with her hands folded behind her back awaiting his commands.

Bonnie often spent hours on end bound to a column in her brothers office or,  in a hog-tie position, unable to move any part of her body. Skippy required her to maintain control of her bladder until he was ready to release her.

Bonnie was never allowed to wear clothing, other than heels, except when non-family members were present and, even then she was only allowed to wear clothing sufficient enough so as to not warrant suspicion of her true slave status - never any under ware at all.  She always had plug in her ass; sometimes a rather thick, heavy, metal one.

Bonnie was very well disciplined. She made sure her ass and cunt was always well lubed. She always showed absolute deference to her brother, and was  ready to suck his cock and have her cunt and ass used as his whims dictated.

Skippy required Bonnie to confess her shortcomings to him every week and, to suggest appropriate punishments. He would frequently double the intensity of her suggestions. Skippy was a harsh task-master, frequently humiliating Bonnie in front of the other slaves with tortuous whippings of her cunt, tits, ass and legs. And, then begging for more.

Bonnie was often given to his male and female guests for their own sexual pleasures. He allowed her to be spanked, and paddled by his friends for their enjoyment. It was his general policy, however, to be in the room when Bonnie was tortured or used for sexual pleasures. He enjoyed the spectacle and Bonnie got psychic pleasure from knowing she was pleasing him.

Bonnie suffered stoically and, indeed willingly, for her brother. Ultimately, she became a great example of how a slave girl was expected to act and bear punishment. As one who had suffered greatly, she was the best person to train Jane for her role as an obedient slave girl as well.

Since Jane had been transported, bound and drugged, to the Bowman’s walled compound years earlier, Bonnie and her Mother had managed to seize four additional hapless girls. Most of them were ‘recruited’ from lesbian bars and were induced by the lure of sex and drugs. But, the drugs the Bowman family had to offer were mind controlling substances. The measures they used to condition the minds of these girls for their own purposes were, in addition to the drugs, a mix of controlled pain, deprivation, and pleasure.  It didn’t take very long to transform the girls from easy going, self directed, lesbians to willing, deferential, obedient, service-oriented, young sex slaves.

Skippy had long ago substituted the dungeon in his own personal mansion, the one used to prepare Jane, to a new and improved one in a separate building which he referred to as the “slaves quarters.”  It was in this building that all the new “recruits” were kept in isolation and fear until they had learned to conform to the erotic pleasures of the Bowman men.

Jane had been promoted to be the chief administrator of the slave quarters. Yet, even Jane was still controlled by the Bowman family when necessary, through the use of the imbedded neurological-activation micro chip which had been surgically placed in her side and which was placed in the side of each captive.  She regularly taught, tormented and punished the other slaves under Bonnie’s watchful eye.

Each of the new girls was deprived of her given name. The were only referred to as ‘slave j’ as in the case of Jane or ‘slave b’ for Barbara, and so on. Or they were just called ‘slave’ - period.

The second kidnapped girl had already been fully conditioned for her new role in life and sold. She was purchased by a man who fancied himself as a Master but had not the faintest idea of how to go about training a young girl for his purposes. He paid a half a million dollars for ‘slave c’ and it was from that transaction that Skippy financed the new slave quarters.  He hadn’t quite gotten to the point where he was ready to hang a ‘slaves for sale’ sign out yet but, he was getting a reputation for some very interesting erotic ideas among the local, kinky, in-crowd.

The ‘slave quarters’ which the Bowman’s called the “SQ,’ was the primary place where the slave girls were made ready for service. It  was also the place where guest slaves and the special slaves of the Bowman family were lodged. With the exception of the sound proofed dungeon-like ‘training’ chamber and the individual isolation cages, the building was simply but fashionably decorated. It included a full-service kitchen and dining area, a general recreation and gathering room as well as an office, work-out room, shower and bathroom facilities and seven comfortable, but sparsely furnished, ‘guest’ rooms. All the rooms had detention bars on the windows and the  doors to the outside were  managed electronically by one of the trusted staff slaves.

Jane usually stayed in the SQ developing the current ‘newbee’ in the cage phase of her ‘indoctrination.” The other two girls who had passed the first stage and who remained at the compound, were being trained in the finer aspects of their duties as slave girls.

Bonnie and her Mom had spent days planning their next foray into the city center with the aim of getting a new girl for the ‘system.’ Skippy had been asked by an intermediary for a far east potentate to provide him with a young, tall, toned, blond Caucasian slave girl. Skippy didn’t have any girl at any stage of training that fit that criteria so he had asked Bonnie and his Mom to put that request at the top of their ‘shopping’ list.

On their next trip into town, Mom saw what she wanted. Marge fit every one of the buyers needs and then some. She had been a statuesque model in junior college and had recovered nicely from breast augmentation surgery. A lovely package indeed. As Mom was to learn, Marge had just broken up with her girlfriend, was on the prowl, was crashing with a relative stranger she met at the bar, and had no ties to anyone else in the area. If she went missing, no one would take notice; the makings of a perfect find.

Mom went to work using her normal spiel; quick sex with a nifty young girl and, more drugs than Marge could use in a week. Marge was very interested.

The End of Chapter # 1   Volume II

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Bonnie - Her Brother’s Slave - Vol. II

Chapter # 2

by Lewis Chappelle

Marge was looking for love and, she was eager to find it with Bonnie who was sprawled out naked in the back of the van parked down the street from the bar, just as Mom had promised. Marge was mesmerized. As soon as the doors on the back of the van were closed, Bonnie knocked her out with a big whiff of ether and then injected her with a shot of a debilitating drug that would wipe away any recollection of her recent experience, and perhaps even more than that.

Skippy saw the unconscious girl when Bonnie arrived with her back at the mansion with her, and he was sure he had a winner. He called the intermediary to come to the compound to check the girl out and make sure he was on the right track with Marge. Skippy told the go-between it would take up to three, or even as many as five months, to train the girl properly, and that prices for such a prize had gone up to seven hundred thousand dollars.

When the agent saw Marge laying naked in the isolation cage, unconscious, he was absolutely delighted with her, and said he was going to call his employer immediately to advise him of the good news.

After a brief discussion, he sounded excited; “Yes, the girl would be perfect. The price was satisfactory as long as she was in flawless condition upon delivery,” he said.

Skippy’s started his indoctrination process immediately. He posted a message on the placard next to her cell which simply said, “You are our slave girl in training! You will not get any food or water unless you cooperate with us.” There was a sketch of a skull and cross bones underneath the writing.

What Marge didn’t know was that Skippy had a low light, motion sensitive camera, as well as audio devices, trained on the inside of the cage, running all the times.

Marge was frightened. No one came to see her or give her food for twenty- four hours. Marge had no idea what time it was, or even what day it was.

There was a bucket in the corner for her to use if she needed to relieve herself. Actually, she threw up in the bucket from a reaction to the drugs she had been given. She was one beautiful girl, yet a very sick chick; hungry, cold and without a friend in the world.

Late on the second day of her captivity, Skippy came into the cell room wearing a mask. He brought a dish of cold oatmeal and water. He lewdly offered her his cock through the cage bars. She was so sick she didn’t know what was expected of her, so she just turned away. He put the food, such as it was, out of her reach and left the cell.

Skippy returned early the next day. Same routine. She screamed at him when he offered his cock to her. This time he pointed to her ass. She refused. He departed leaving her screaming full throat. But, he did leave a large unopened bottle of water nearby the cell as he didn’t want her to dehydrate. She drank it all after he left. And, she did begin to see that he was her only chance for survival, which was the true beginning of her conditioning as a slave.

By the fourth day, Marge was eager to spread her ass cheeks in exchange for some real food. Skippy lubed her and aggressively fucked her ass through the cage bars. She held herself in place for him and didn’t resist. He gave her hot food and more water for the first time in many days. But, the water was drugged and she lost consciousness quickly. When she awoke she was sick and crampy. He motioned to her on his next visit that he had a pill which would make her feel better. She took it and felt immediate relief.

Marge was beginning to appreciate Skippy as her savior not her captor. The Stockholm effect was in play.

The next day he made her suck him off. She was in quite a compliant mood ,but lacked good cock sucking technique. He would find an appropriate training technique to fix that! Hs spoke to her for the first time.

“Listen slut, you need some experience sucking cock. From now on you will get your liquids from this hose. As you can see, it has a cock-like nipple on it. You will have to get that cock deep in your mouth and suck on it to get whatever liquid we put into it at the other end. Being a competent cock sucker is vital to your ultimate survival and success as a slave girl; so get good at it, and be learn quickly, because if you don’t, you will be punished.”

Skippy quickly stepped out of the cell to let her think of the penalty that could come of his demand. He monitored her progress and was satisfied with what he saw. The next time he went into the cage room, he motioned Marge over to the small opening to the cage and raised the slotted door.

“I’m going to put chains around your ankles and pull you out of the cage. Then, once out of the cage, I want you to lay on your back and spread you legs so I can fuck you. Don’t make this difficult or you will regret it,” he said.

Marge was repulsed by the threat, but resigned herself to the idea that she would be fucked without a struggle. As she was being dragged through the small opening, legs first, she just hoped that he would fuck her fast. When her legs were unshackled, she raised them back over her shoulders. Skippy spread k-y jelly on her dry cunt and entered her roughly.

“That’s a good slave. I hope you begin to like being fucked in all three holes, because that’s the primary job of a sex slave. You’ll be in demand a lot around here. Soon, Bonnie will introduce you to the “lucky seven,” and they will fuck you and expect you to respond to them for as long as Bonnie lets them. Don’t struggle against them, because they will hurt you if you do,” he said. “I can protect you only so far and then the others take over. I’m your most valuable ally around here.

As circumstances for Marge were soon to change, unbeknownst to Skippy, his threat never came to fruition and he continued, “Until they get here though, I’m going to help you remember just how important your tongue is when you suck cock. Get your hands behind your back,” he said. Marge, by now, was very compliant and she did as he had demanded. “Stick you tongue out for me.” She did that as well.

Skippy loved the complicated Japanese Clover Clips, because they looked so awesome and could be adjusted to hold tight. He snapped one end of the clips on her tongue, pulled it further from her lips, and secured it to a hook in the wall. Marge literally stood on her toes.

After ten minutes, Marge’s calves were aching, and her mouth was full of saliva. For good measure, Skippy pulled her nipples and told her that this position would be used on her anytime any of the guests complained about her cock sucking ability. Her moaning indicated that she got the point quickly but, to make sure, Skippy kept her stretched out for another ten minutes. He made her crawl back in her cage for the night.

Marge had never witnessed another slave being whipped, and Skippy wanted to have her see what that might be like if she misbehaved.  He trumped up a charge against Bonnie and made her confess to it.  A whipping in the SQ would be the punishment.

Skippy attached clips to Bonnie’s nipples and pulled her to the entrance of the SQ. Jane open the door for them and led them to the dungeon. Skippy pulled Marge through the small door to her cage again, and tied her wrists and elbows together for the trek to the dungeon. The other two slaves in training were waiting along with Bonnie and Jane in the dungeon when he got there.

“Slave, you probably have seen my Sister here in the Slave Quarters by now,” He said to Marge. “Well, she has confessed to a serious offense against me and as punishment, she will be whipped with this single tail whip.

“Slave j, will start the process and these others will finish the job. Bonnie will be hung from the rafters and spread wide so that the whip can reach every area of her body. She will be gagged so we won’t here her cries for mercy.

“Slave, do you understand just how easily I can have you punished in the same way if you misbehave?” he asked her.

“Yes, Master, I do understand you are in control here, and a poor slave girl is at your mercy. Believe me I will obey your every wish and impulse,” she responded with a quaking voice.

Skippy motioned for Jane to come to him. He told her quietly she was only allowed eight strokes on Bonnie so she must space them out and that the other slaves would only get five apiece for a total of eighteen. Furthermore, the slaves were not allowed to whip Bonnie’s tits; those were for him to abuse.

“And, now slave j, I see you have Bonnie all in place. Take the single tail and begin to whip her. If I’m not satisfied, you will get a whipping from me that you will not soon forget. So, get to it.”

“You, slave, whoever you are, get over here and pleasure my cock while I’m being entertained,”  he bellowed to the shortest of the other two slaves. He had Marge wincing in pain as he clipped her nipples with the set of clips Jane had just take off of Bonnie. The whipping began slowly.

The End of Volume II  Chapter # 2  

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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

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Bonnie - Her Brother’s Slave - Vol. II

Chapter # 4

by Lewis Chappelle

While negotiations were ongoing for the training and eventual sale of Marge as a slave, and perhaps future Queen to a powerful sovereign ruler in the Mid-East, Skippy Bowman arranged to have a cabana and, a large, propane heated, pool built on his section of the private Bowman family compound. He also had convinced his Father, Dr. Bowman, to surgically mount a sturdy, half inch, O ring into his Sister’s perineum; that sensitive area between a woman’s cunt and ass. He had plans for that dandy attachment and would use it after she had completely healed.

It didn’t take long for the underground grapevine to get wind of the fact that Skippy had been able to train and ultimately sell Marge as a slave girl. That word gave impetus to two independent, yet significant, results. The first consequence of that sale was that several Masters who were dissatisfied with the performance of their slave hoped Skippy would be the conduit for them to get a great deal of money for their slave. The second consequence was that several dissatisfied slave girls themselves looked to Skippy  to help them find a way out of there current situation in favor of a better one. The telephone calls, e-mails, and letters, often with photos, came in from both sources at a rapid pace.

Skippy was careful not to interfere with any continuing  slave and Master relationship, no matter how difficult the circumstances of that relationship were described to be. Nonetheless, there were two e-mails which intrigued him. Neither had pictures to sway him one way or another.

The first crisp e-mail was from a Master who said he and his wife were just too old to be involved with a slave girl any longer, and he just wanted Skippy to take her off his hands. She had been trained by them and had served them well for many years. When Skippy eventually received a photo of the girl, he was amazed. She didn’t look more than 25 years old, yet she was almost 40. The woman, identified as Olga, was a stunning blond with a body that suggested she was in tip-top shape, who had benefited from very nice tit augmentation work.

The second message was from a slave who said her Master had just been killed in a tragic accident, and she as was looking for a place to serve which already had a good reputation. Her picture arrived a week after he responded to her. While she said she needed travel money, Skippy felt she was worth the risk. He sent $500 to her to get her to the compound. Her name was Patty.

Skippy told his Mother and Bonnie to hold off any further ‘recruiting’ until he had a chance to assess the value of the two new girls.

Each girl was even more eye-catching in person than they were in their pictures and, each arrived at the compound on the same day. Since they had served as willing slave girls for years, he decided to bring them into his ‘family’ of slaves on a considerably more temperate basis than he applied to  “raw recruits.” The new girls were assigned individual private rooms in the SQ on their first night at the compound.

Dr. Bowman was taken by the looks and know-how of Olga. She was more nearly the same age as his wife. She was thin, toned, and, without the baby bump of a women who had given birth. He learned that Olga had been sold, at age 15, by her dirt poor parents, to a couple in their mid-40’s who were looking for some heavy, kinky, three-way sex with a young girl; a girl they could prepare to take any punishment and humiliation they could deliver.

Olga told of being taken to a dental hospital when she was 18 years old. The dentist in charge of the hospital was a friend of her owners. This dentist made a sub rosa practice of removing all of the teeth of anyone who was so inclined so they could more easily and satisfactorily suck cock. Olga told them that once she mastered getting a cock past her gag reflex, there wasn’t any cock  she couldn’t deep throat all the way down. She seemed proud of that accomplishment.

Her dentures were absolutely perfect and were not readily detectable. Her smile was of the sort in demand by Colgate.

Now, some 25 years later, the couple was too old for strenuous sexual activity. Olga, for her part, was still hot and raring to engage in any sexual pursuit especially bj‘s at which she was particularly expert.

Doc Bowman couldn’t wait to test Olga’s oral skills, her libido, her pent up sexual energy and, to share her with his friends. He decided that Olga would take up residence in the main house of the compound rather than the slaves quarters so that he and his friends could have quick access to her unique ability.

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Patty was a slender girl with long thin legs and a heart shaped ass. She had round hips rising to a tiny waist, to a tight core and perfectly shaped tits. She said that for years her Master had confined her to tightly laced, boned corsets for at least 16 hours a day. Now she was fond of corsets and hoped Skippy would continue to let her wear them. She also was accustomed to wearing 4 or 5 inch heels all day, another practice which Skippy was easily persuaded to continue.

Skippy was truly transfixed with Patty; not so much because of her beauty, which was apparent, or her voluptuous body, also apparent, but by her deferential manner.

Patty had arrived at the compound with gold rings in her nipples and her cunt lips. She also had a tongue stud. She said the rings didn’t do much to enhance her sexual experience but that her previous Master liked the look of them on her. However, she did like the stud because she thought it improved her ability to provide pleasure to her Master’s cock.

Skippy felt the rings only got in the way when a whipping was in order. He had seen a single tail whip get caught in a slaves tit rings and do serious damage to an otherwise perfect girl. There would be no more rings in his girls after that.

Her deferential manner, sensuous body, and wonderfully attentive movements when he fucked her, made Patty his most desired slave at the compound. Bonnie noticed her Brother’s wandering interests and attention almost from the first day Patty arrived at the compound. Bonnie was resentful and jealous to say the least. Skippy was alert to Bonnie’s frustration and envy and decided to provoke her even more. After all, he reasoned, she was only a slave.

As a means of checking the healing progress of the newly installed O ring in his Sister’s perineum, Skippy made her lay on the bed with her legs spread wide next to Patty. Neither Bonnie nor Patty knew why Skippy was putting them through this apparent attempt at physical comparisons, and Bonnie was none to thrilled about it; in fact, she felt the ring made her look like damaged goods.

Skippy made sure that Bonnie was present and watching whenever he used Patty. After awhile, even Patty recognized what Skippy was up to and she played the part of his favorite girl to the hilt. When he finished fucking her ass, she would immediately turn to clean his cock with her mouth. When he held her by her hair and drove his cock into her mouth, she moaned and sighed in her own pleasure until he was done with her.

On one occasion when he was playing with Patty, Bonnie was bound, with her knees tight to her tits, suspended from the ceiling, encased in a sturdy metal ball-like apparatus. She was always naked, and gagged.

Patty, on the other hand, was ecstatic. She had found a master she trusted. She loved his body as much as he loved hers. She loved the way he treated her and he loved the way she responded to him.

“May I please call you my Master, Sir,” Patty asked him as her cunt was throbbing in the after glow of a series of great cums. Bonnie heard her plea and was tortured by the sound of her Brother’s reply.

“Yes, I’ll be your Master. You will be called ‘slave’ or ‘slave p.’ I will love you and torture you as if you were my own Sister,” he said. Bonnie couldn’t yell out but tears welled up in her eyes; real tears of jealousy and betrayal.

“Oh, Master, I love the way you touch me, Sir. I haven’t been made to feel so special in years. You are just so unreal. I adore you! Thank you for giving me so many great cums. You sure know how to spoil a slave girl, Sir,” Patty cooed.

Bonnie seethed more and more with every self serving, breathless, remark Patty made to her brother. By the time Skippy sent Jane to bring Bonnie to the floor and release her from her bonds, Bonnie was shaking in psychic trauma. She couldn’t find the words to explain why she was so distressed. She just sobbed uncontrollably. It wasn’t the pain and discomfort of being caged, because she had been through that torture before, many times. Her suffering was of the worst kind; the pain of perceived disloyalty of a trusted loved one. 

It wasn’t long after that event, that in a fit of uncontrollable rage against Patty, Bonnie sought revenge against her apparent rival. She doused Patty’s bedding with lighter fluid and set the mattress on fire. Luckily, Jane, always present, saw the commotion and was ready with an extinguisher to quickly quell the flames.

Skippy was informed of the incident. He immediately sentenced Bonnie to isolation for a week with only oranges and oatmeal to eat during her confinement. She was to be kept naked without a blanket or pillow.

Even as the days of solitary confinement went on, Skippy could still see the rage in his sister’s eyes. He knew harsher behavior modification techniques were called for.

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The End of Volume II,  Chapter # 4 

Note # 1: I would appreciate comments regarding this work, or any topic of interest, sent to biggreek100@aol.com.  

Note # 2: I expect to contribute several additional chapters to 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

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

Bonnie - Her Brother’s Slave - Vol. II

Chapter # 6

by Lewis Chappelle

After the final bid had been made for Patty, Skippy greeted his guests as they left the rented hall. He had met influential people; moneyed people, people with kinky interests similar to his, people who could eventually become his valued clients. He was gracious to everyone. All of them said that they had a great evening, and that while the final bid was just too steep for them, Patty did seem worth the $1,000,000 the cowboy paid for her.

One guest had brought a female guest. Skippy could not believe his eyes. The girl obviously was not wearing a bra and from the looks of things, she had tit’s the size of soccer balls. Her companion must have seen Skippy ogle the girl because he said with a smile, “Would you care to look after Bridget, my overdeveloped slave girl, sometime when I have to travel overseas?  The chap identified himself as Master Adam. Skippy couldn’t help himself; he said “Where did she ever get those?” Master Adam didn’t respond directly, but did say he would call Skippy on his cell phone in a few weeks. It was all rather mysterious at the time.

Bonnie had hung back until the last client had gone, and the security and service people had cleaned and secured the hall. She knew Skippy had the responsibility of locking the rear door to the place and she wanted something from Skippy before they both left. At last, she crawled out naked from behind the curtain on her hands and knees toward Skippy. He seemed preoccupied with the outcome of the festivities he had worked so hard to  plan and carry out.

She rose up on her knees but kept her eyes down cast. “Master,” she said, “I almost lost you to that girl and it was all my fault. I should have been more attentive to your needs and been there to satisfy you all the time. You should never have to rely on another slave for satisfaction. It was all my fault.

“If it pleases you, Sir, make me crawl to the whipping frame over there, and make me beg you to beat me. Whip me while I crawl before you. Use the gears on the frame to hold me tight and whip me. I’m so hot. So wet. I’m dripping down my legs, Sir. Give me no relief, if that pleases you, Sir.

“Please beat me. I need to feel your fury. I need to feel you swing the whip against my body. Hurt me. Show me no mercy.

“Make me suck your cock while I still feel the sting of the whip. Then fuck me, hard and deep, Sir. I’m your slave girl. I want to show you how much I love you and how much I’m willing to suffer for you. Take me! Abuse me! Please indulge me on this, right here, right now,” she pleaded as tears of remorse mixed with erotic excitement ran down her soft cheeks.

“You stay right where you are slave! Before I whip you I want you to spread you knees wide. Begin to rub you clit nice and slow for me while I watch from this chair. Keep focused on my eyes. I’m going to let you take yourself to the brink of a cum then make you stop. I will torment you, then whip you, then fuck you.”

When Bonnie was just about ready to cum, Skippy made her put her arms behind her head and thrust out her tits. After 30 seconds, he made her masturbate for him once again. Then he stopped her. Start! Stop! Start! Stop! Five times he made her bring herself to the brink and then he stopped her. Bonnie was just about hallucinating.

He picked up the single tail whip and came back on to the platform where Bonnie knelt quivering. He swung the whip and intentionally just missed hitting her right nipple. Then he swung again, and just missed hitting her right foot.

“Now get moving, slut! Crawl to the frame, where I’ll tie you up and whip the crap out of you,” he shouted. His next swing of the whip hit her squarely across the shoulders. She yelled in pain.

“Before I tie you to the frame, I want you to lift you left leg straight over you head so I can whip your right inner thigh, slave girl. Get it high and don’t move when I hit you. Understand?”

“Yes, Master, I’ll hold that position for you. With all my strength I’ll hold that pose until you’re finished whipping my leg, Sir. I promise!”

As a girl who had worked with a personal trainer, Bonnie had great strength and flexibility. She move into the pose her Brother demanded quite easily and keep her eyes down cast waiting for the whip to strike her sensitive inner thigh. He was moved by her compliance and, after the second swing of the whip he came to her and hugged her tightly.

The frame was specially made so that when cuffs and straps were placed around the victims upper arms, lower legs, wrists, and core, the strap could be slipped into a slotted gear on the side of the frame. When the knob of the gear was turned, the strap would be pulled tighter and tighter, or loosened at the discretion of the person in charge. 

With the leather straps in place he turned the knobs further to the right which made the tension on Bonnie’s body increase and stretch her to new limits.  Even her head was pulled upward. Her every muscle and sinew was stretched, yet Bonnie urged him to make her bonds even tighter.  She wanted to let him know that she wanted him to hit her harder as an indication of her total submission to him. 

Actually, Skippy was very astute when it came to whipping Bonnie. He had been flailing her legs, ass and tits for years and had gotten good at marking her well. He knew how much she could take and didn’t need her help to guide him. He knew the other slaves at the compound would see her, and learn just by imagining the intensity of her ordeal.

His approach to this particular whipping would be unique. He took off his shoes and put a blindfold on Bonnie se she would not know where the next slash would be coming from. He would vary the whipping so that each stroke was spaced at least 45 seconds after the previous one. He hit her calve and waited. Then her ass. Then her core. Then her arm. Then her tit. Then a nipple. She would be in a daze after the first 150 slashes of the wide head riding crop over all of her body.

Skippy had all the time in the world. No one knew where they were. He wanted this opportunity to let her know he was her Master and would dominate her and make her suffer. After the wide head crop, Skippy reverted to the single tail whip again which he used to great affect to flog her thighs, ass, and tits.

By the time he quit and unloosened her bonds, his arms were weary, and Bonnie was crying shamelessly.

“Now for the fucking you have been waiting for slut,” He said.  Those words seemed to have an aphrodisiac affect on Bonnie. He laid her down on the cold platform, which awakened every nerve in her body. He didn’t even check to see if she was lubricated; he know she was ready to go. In one swift motion, he slid his erect cock into her, and she shrieked in passion, pain and pleasure; just like old times. 

“You may cum without restrictions, slave girl,” he whispered to her. “You have taken my best and I want you to enjoy yourself now.” She shuddered and quivered immediately. His jism came into her hot and heavy. She could feel his cum hit the inner walls of her cunt. She was a happy slave girl. Her cunt continued to spasm over and over again. She had given him her all and she was proud of herself for the effort. 

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As he said he would, Master Adam did call Skippy. Their conversation was cordial and they reminisced about the auction for Patty. But, Master Adam had an agenda and he got to that in short order.

Adam told Skippy he was the CEO of a small, but lucrative, business which took him all over the world to meet clients and suppliers for a business that he was ready to talk about. During one of his recent visits to Germany, he met another wealthy business man who had come upon Bridget in a shadowy manner and, was himself taken by her unusual body; huge tits, small waist and adorable legs. But, this person also found her to be somewhat stupid, at least that’s what he thought at the time.

The German fellow, found her to be out of it, in his words, and he didn’t have time for her any more. Adam said he would take the girl off his friends hands and arrangements were made to bring her to the States clandestinely. Adam ultimately concluded that the girl was not dim witted but extremely under educated. She didn’t know directions of the compass, couldn’t read time, was illiterate, didn’t know where she was born, and couldn’t identify where she was at any given moment. She needed a keeper, so to speak. Bridget knew that other people were far more aware of their environment than she was and that they could read and write which she could not. She was uneducated in any language. She certainly couldn’t travel without assistance.

Adam wanted to know if Skippy had the resources to pick up Bridget from him, and keep her safe and occupied during his next trip abroad, which was to start in 5 days and last for a month. To motivate Skippy to take on this responsibility, Adam raved that Bridget was the epitome of a slave girl. She would literally do anything and suffer in any way imaginable when she was in Skippy’s care. To sweeten the pot further, Adam said he would pay Skippy $10,000 for his trouble if he could tend to Bridget’s need for domination, and return her safely to him when he returned.

Skippy had a plan. Adam thought it was a good one. The deal was struck. The temporary transfer would happen in 3 days.

The End of Volume II,  Chapter # 6 

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Note # 2: The remaining chapter of this story will be published 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

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