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