Chapter 4
Bonnie Hutchinson Rogers lay on the bed naked and wondered what was in store for her out there on that island.
She and Kirk would go out there the next day and they would search for Brooke, her sister.
But Bonnie knew that her husband was going to be looking for Brooke too, and she knew just what Gil would do to the girl if he found her first. Her father had finally admitted to Bonnie that he had hired Gil to kill the girl and leave her out there on the island. Her father said that he had done it because he just could not stand to have the Hutchinson name dragged through the mud. He said that he just could not stand to have his daughter's picture on the front page of the paper any longer.
But Bonnie knew the truth. She knew that her father had always been vaguely afraid of Brooke. The girl had always been a little strange, a little too fiery, and Bonnie knew the ultimate truth about her father's relationship with Brooke too. She knew that Brooke was not her father's daughter and she knew that her father knew that too.
Bonnie's father had raised Brooke as a daughter, but he had always hated the dark-haired girl because she was a sign of his wife's unfaithfulness and she was also a sign that something was lacking in him too, something that had driven his wife into the arms of another man.
Hutchinson could hire someone to kill Brooke and feel relieved because he knew that he would soon no longer be troubled by that girl and all the thoughts that she brought up in his brain.
But Bonnie could not allow her sister to die without at least trying to give her aid.
The redhead lay on the bed now and remembered what Brooke had been like as a little girl, thin and beautiful and sexy and fascinating.
For some reason, Bonnie had never been jealous of her sister's beauty. She had felt that she had to protect Brooke because that girl looked so lovely and strangely vulnerable.
She remembered the times that she would come into Brooke's bedroom when Brooke was just a teen-ager, beginning to blossom into beautiful womanhood. She would often find Brooke lying there on the bed naked, looking up at the ceiling. She would look dead, Bonnie would always think. And that thought would chill the older sister.
And then sometimes she would watch Brooke as the girl sat at the dinner table with the family. The dark-haired beauty would never talk much in front of her father and mother and she would keep her eyes down as if she were praying. At those moments, Bonnie would look at her and think that her sister was going to be a nun, that she already looked like some beautiful saint of a girl.
At other times, she would see Brooke walking through the house in her bikini and she would think that her little sister would be a high-classed call-girl, the type of girl that men would pay a small fortune to fuck for just one night.
But there was one afternoon that Bonnie remembered most of all, the afternoon that seemed to sum up in some strange way Brooke's existence on earth.
Brooke and Bonnie had gone downtown to do some shopping on a summer afternoon, and they were walking down the street when suddenly Brooke stopped and moved toward a window and stared in at a little bracelet, a trinket, a piece of nothing that cost about two dollars.
But Bonnie looked at Brooke and thought that the dark-haired girl was staring at that little bracelet as if she were so poor that she could never buy that piece of little junk.
Of course, Brooke had enough money in her purse on that afternoon to buy half the store, but she did not even move to go inside. She just looked at that bracelet. She was about fifteen years old then.
Bonnie moved up behind her, older and more mature and almost motherly to the girl.
"Would you like to go in and buy that?" Bonnie asked Brooke.
But the dark-haired beauty had just shook her head.
"Why not? If you like it, you can afford it. It only costs—"
"It costs more than I will ever have," the dark-haired girl said softly.
And then she turned and walked away from the window and Bonnie followed her down the sidewalk.
The red-haired sister had not understood then what the girl had been talking about, but she thought that she understood now. Brooke felt an emptiness inside of her. She knew that that simple, little bracelet would make her happy, but she had also known that if she had gone in and bought it, it would have been empty too. It would not have belonged to her really because she would have bought it with her father's money.
All her life, Bonnie thought, Brooke had been looking for something that she could really call her own.
And, when she joined that revolutionary movement, when she started to rob places and shoot up buildings with her revolutionary friends, she had found something.
Her rebellion was her own, and Bonnie did not see any reason why Brooke should have to die for that one thing that was her own.
The red-haired sister could not help but think that, if she had been a little more courageous, she might have been rebellious too. She knew what had turned Brooke on to this kind of rebellion. The girl had chanced, had found that something that was special to her, when Luis, the gardener's assistant had been killed.
Bonnie had always known that Brooke was fascinated by Luis. She would lie out there and try to tease him with her body. And Luis had been teased too. But Brooke had been too young, too much a part of her family, to let Luis actually fuck her. Bonnie understood that. It had taken quite a bit of will on her part to fuck Luis that one night that they had gotten together.
And he had told her that night that he wished that Brooke would let him come near to her too.
But, soon after that, Luis had been shot down by the police, and Bonnie knew that Brooke had never gotten her chance with that young man.
But Bonnie had gotten her chance. She had taken that chance one night behind the garage when she had seen Luis in the moonlight. She had been out walking through the expanse behind her father's house. At that time, Bonnie was married to Gil, but things were not going well in that marriage at all. She suspected that Gil was making money through some illegal means. It was only later that she discovered that her husband, the former lawman was not a hit man for organized crime.
She had been staying with her family while Gil had been out of town on one of his mysterious trips. And she had been lonely for a man, any man. When she saw Luis standing there, under the moonlight in his cut-offs, she knew that he was the just the kind of young man who could satisfy her.
And, when she saw the young man stroking on his cock, she knew that he needed some kind of satisfaction too. She moved toward him quietly, and, when he saw her there in the night, he jerked and tried to hide his hard cock.
But she just smiled at him in the moonlight and she reached out and touched his hardening flesh with her own fingers.
"You are a real man, Luis," she said, complimenting the teen-ager.
And then he seemed to be a little more at ease with her. He let her handle his cock and stroke on it and massage it and he smiled at her as she did that.
When she looked up, she could see her sister's bedroom window. The light was shining in that room, and, from time to time, Brooke would move back and forth in front of the window. She was getting ready for a date. It all came clear to Bonnie. Luis had been standing there, jerking off as he looked into that window and fantasized that he was in that bedroom with Brooke.
That did not really surprise the older sister. She had seen the way that Luis had looked at the dark-haired beauty when Brooke lay out in her bikini, sunning herself.
The boy was obviously infatuated with Brooke, and he was right to be infatuated.
Every boy in town loved that girl, thought that she was sexy and beautiful and wanted to fuck her.
"She never even speaks to me," Luis muttered as Bonnie handled his cock. "She sees me, I think, but sometimes she seems to look right through me."
"I know," Bonnie sighed and then she put her lips to Luis's neck and kissed him there.
Handling his cock, she turned him and let him put her arms around her and she felt that hard chest against her blouse.
"I see you, Luis," she murmured to the Chicano boy. "Tonight, in the moonlight, I see you and I want you."
Bonnie did not know if she would be able to make up for Brooke, for the way that her beautiful, dark-haired sister had treated the boy, but she was certainly willing to try.
She wanted to make it up to Luis that she and Brooke were so rich and spoiled and that he was so poor. He had to work hard for his money, and they had more money than they knew what to do with. Even Gil lived on that money that her father had made, although he preferred to make money of his own by going on his mysterious trips to other cities.
Bonnie took her hand off Luis's cock and she put her hands on his shoulders as he moved his fingers over her blouse and unbuttoned it. She sighed as he opened that garment and massaged her bare tits.
"Luis," she said softly, "you are really a man."
And then the lust overcame her and she pulled the boy to her and kissed him with passion.
She opened her mouth and let his young, thick tongue run into her. She shivered there on that summer night as he pushed the blouse from her shoulder and then she felt that special kinky feeling that she could never get enough of. She felt his strong chest bare against her soft, bare tits, and she kissed his face and she sighed.
The boy was strong. He had had to work all of his life. She felt like such a nothing there in his arms.
But the nothing that she felt like was filled with sexual juices and she knew that her young sister was missing out on something by not fucking this young man and giving him what he deserved as a lover.
But Brooke was still very young, and Bonnie thought that she would awaken to the need for real hard masculinity before too much longer. Bonnie was older than Brooke, the redhead remembered, and she understood her feminine needs so much better than her sister did. Bonnie knew that Gil had taught her a lot about her needs, about needs that Bonnie had never known existed before.
Now those needs were eating the redhead up, and she wanted the young, dark boy to help her fulfill those needs on this night.
She moved down his body slowly, sinking onto her knees.
As she did that, she kissed his chest softly with her lips and she felt his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down.
She knew what Luis wanted her to do, and she knew that she would do it, because she wanted it too.
That would be just one way in which she would have something that would answer her needs on this night.
She went to her knees and opened her mouth and sucked that cock into her. She took it tenderly in her mouth and pressed her lips around the boy's meat as she felt the dark boy's fingers in her red hair.
"Suck it," he moaned. "Suck it, you rich bitch."
And, when she heard those words, she was even more happy that she had found Luis on this moon-lit night.
He was calling her names, just as Gil often called her names when they played their games together.
And Bonnie knew that this man understood her needs just as well as she did herself. She knew that he would help her answer her needs and find something worthwhile here in the moonlight.
And Bonnie took the cock out of her mouth and worked her tongue around the end of that organ. The Chicano boy was very well-hung and he got hard very quickly. As she licked and sucked on his cock, she felt her own juices flowing in her pussy and she knew that she would be ready for Luis when he was ready for her. She knew that they would share something special together on this night.
When his cock was hard, the dark-haired, Chicano youth pushed her down on the ground and then he opened his cut-offs and let them drop. He was still wearing his tennis shoes and his socks, but he did not stop to take them off. He knew, as Bonnie knew, that those garments were not really important. In fact, to Bonnie, they made everything even more exciting. She thought that the side of those shoes and socks made the boy seem even more like a rough man, like a lover who did not really care about her pleasure. She could imagine the boy fucking her and then getting up and running away, giving no thought to her as she lay there on the ground, once his own ecstasy had been achieved.
Bonnie looked up at that cock and seemed to shine there in the moonlight and, for a moment, the redhead forgot that she was not yet naked herself. She was just too enthralled by that cock and the knowledge that it would give her pleasure to think about her own condition until Luis snarled at her.
"Get your clothes off, rich bitch," he said.
And then she remembered that she was not naked and she moved to take off her own clothes.
She slipped out of her shoes and opened the jeans that she was wearing and shoved them down her legs quickly.
And then she moved out of her panties quickly too, so that she could lie there naked under her new, young, dark master.
When she was naked, Luis smiled down at her and she thought that she had pleased him in a strange way. Then she saw the dark, young man look up at that window again, at the window of her sister's bedroom, and she knew that she had not really taken her sister's place in his heart.
Bonnie understood it then immediately. She was just being a surrogate for Brooke that night.
She knew that the Chicano boy would still prefer to have that girl lying before him instead of her older, married sister. But he would settle for Bonnie. He would take the older sister and try to fantasize that it was Brooke that he was fucking, not Bonnie at all.
That hurt Bonnie, but she remembered that Brooke was closer in age to Luis, that Brooke had first tempted him.
She would just take the fucking. That was what she really needed, the fucking and the cursing and the masterful touches.
After he had looked at that bedroom window, the young man looked down on Bonnie and dropped to his knees beside her naked body. He put his hands on her, one on her stomach and the other on her tit, and he held them there, as if he were praying over her.
He closed his eyes for a moment and Bonnie knew what he was doing. He was not praying over her at all.
He was trying to get it into his young bead that this sister was not the redhead but the dark-haired beauty that he worshipped more than any other girl he knew.
"I am Bonnie," the woman muttered. "I am Bonnie. Not Brooke. I am Bonnie down here."
"No," the boy said harshly but softly. "No, you are who I want you to be or you are nothing."
And Bonnie did not speak again. She did not want to anger the young man and she sensed that he was right.
At that moment, there in the moonlight she had lost her own identity and she was any girl that he wanted her to be. If she was not the girl that he wanted her to be, she would be nothing and he would leave her unfucked and unsatisfied. She knew that she would not be able to stand that.
"All right," she murmured. "All right, Luis. I am not Bonnie."
And then she felt one of his hands tighten around her tit. He was squeezing it and she winced with pain.
She accepted that pain that he gave her, because it was the kind of thing that Gil had taught her to like. That was the kind of treatment that she liked now.
And she knew that she would never be able to return to the loving kind of treatment that other men gave. She would always need to be treated harshly in order to really feel the good warmth of sex.
Bonnie sensed that her little sister, Brooke, would learn to love that kind of thing too.
She felt that every woman would learn to love it if they would only find the right master. Gil was a good master, and Bonnie knew that this young, dark boy was another good one. She felt very lucky to have found both of them.
And her pussy was flooding with juices and she could smell her own, exciting aroma in the air.
"Rich bitch," Luis snarled at her, and that only made the woman jerk more, with more passion and more lust for this master.
She sighed to him.
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I am a rich bitch. I am nothing but what you want me to be," she admitted to the boy.
"Right," he said, squeezing her tit and smiling down on her. "Right, rich bitch. Right."
And then she reached out and touched his cock. It was still hard and full of masculine power.
She spread her legs in the moonlight and she ran her fingers over the red hair of her cunt.
She slipped her fingers into that snatch and she sighed to him, to her master of the moonlit night.
"Fuck me, please," she begged. "Fuck my rich-bitch cunt. Fuck me and make me whole."
And she did feel that that fucking was the only thing that could ease her and satisfy her on that night. Her husband had been away for several days and she had yearned to feel that touch, that harsh and cruel touch of a man. She had found this young man and she had found him when he was yearning too. She felt that they had been drawn together by something-perhaps the moon in the sky, which controlled the tides of the sea. They had been drawn together by the moon because some higher power had known that they would be able to give each other what they wanted and yearned for.
"Please, Luis," she begged again. "Fuck me. Fuck my cunt and give it to me hard. I want it."
"Rich bitch."
"Please, fuck me, Master," she sighed.
And that word—that Master—made Luis smile down at her and she knew that she had said the right thing.
She knew that the poor boy wanted to be the master of something in his life, and she knew that he was probably not even the master of his own life and fate. Therefore, she would make him happy and make him the master of her life, at least for this one night, for this brief and shining hour in the moonlight.
"Master," she sighed again. "Master."
"Rich bitch," he hissed.
But he was smiling and she knew that she had won him then, that she was going to give Luis what he needed to make life meaningful for him.
"Master, fuck me. Fuck my rich-bitch cunt hard. Ram that masterful cock into me and take your pleasure with my body, Master. That is the only thing that I am good for tonight—just to give you pleasure."
And, when she had announced that to Luis, the dark, strong, young man moved over her and she lifted her hips and moved her legs over his sides as he put his hands under her butt. He moved his hard cock into her pussy.
Just the tip of it was in at first and that made Bonnie shiver and toss about on the ground and moan to him.
"Please, Master. Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh, fuck me, Master."
And then Luis slammed his cock deep into her and watched with eager, dark eyes as she tossed there, pleased by what he had done to her.
"Rich bitch," he snarled. "You are Brooke to me. When I look down on you, I see your sister and I think that she has finally noticed me."
That still hurt Bonnie when he said something like that.
She still wanted to be Bonnie and not Brooke to that young man.
But she was willing to settle for what she could get, and, if this young stud wanted to think of her as her sister, he could do that. He had the right to do that.
He was the master and Bonnie was the slave and that gave him the right to call her anything that he wanted to call her.
"Master," she sighed, as he fucked her diligently. "I am Brooke. I am Brooke."
And Luis chuckled when she said that, as if she had made his life truly happy with her words.
He fucked her and thought of her as her sister, and she fucked him and thought of him as a master, and their needs came together on that moon-lit night.
Now, in her hotel room, as Bonnie remembered that, she whimpered and moved on the bed as much as she could. Her wrists were bound with a rope and the rope was tied around the wood that jutted up at the foot of the bed.
Kirk had left her like that when he had gone out to drink.
But Bonnie knew that her young lover would be back very soon and then he would want to play the games with her that she had taught him. She would want to play those games too. Thinking about the night that she had spent with Luis, the ecstasy that her sister had missed but that she had not missed at all, the woman felt her pussy pulsing with a yearning for sexy, little games.
And she was glad that she had found Kirk when she did. He came in handy in more ways than one.
She had gone back to college for one year after she and Gil had finally split up, trying to improve her mind. But she had not enjoyed college that much. She was still a rich woman and she seemed to have little in common with the younger, poorer students who sat there in her classes with her.
But, when she first saw Kirk, she knew that that would have something in common.
She had met him in her advanced composition class. She had noticed him that first day, strong and dark and handsome with a smoldering look in his eyes. Other girls had noticed him too, and Bonnie thought that she would never have a chance to get to him with all those other girls, those younger girls, surrounding him.
But she still watched him, and one day, after half-way through the semester, the professor read two papers that he said were the best in the class, two papers that had been handed in for the last assignment. One of them was Bonnie's and it was a paper about the feeling of emptiness that overcame some women when they reached a certain age and knew that they would never attract the young guys again. She had tried to disguise her own feelings in that paper, had tried to talk about other women that she knew, but, when she heard the professor read that paper aloud, she blushed, knowing that her own feelings had come through anyway, that it was obvious that she felt that emptiness as much as any other woman did. The professor said that he liked the honesty of that paper and the way that it was organized. Then he read a second paper, a paper about the sense of power that the writer felt when he was firing his rifle on the rifle range. That paper seemed to reek Of power, real power, as the professor read it.
It was obvious that the writer of that paper was a male. As the professor read the essay, Bonnie found herself looking around the room, trying to figure out which of these young men seemed to understand so much about power. She felt that that was the kind of young man that she needed to have in her life, something who understood that power that a man should offer to a woman.
And then she had seen Kirk smile at her and she had known that it was Kirk who had written about that sense of male power.
And it was also obvious that he knew that she had written the first essay that the professor had read.
When class was over, he got out of his seat and walked to her and smiled.
"Would you like to have coffee?" he asked.
And she felt definitely thrilled, so thrilled that she could hardly speak.
Bonnie saw the way that Kirk looked at her and she saw too the way that those other girls looked at her.
Those other girls, those younger girls, were jealous of her at that moment and that Bonnie feel like the most important female on the college campus. She smiled and said that she would be happy to have coffee with Kirk.
They fucked together that night, in the apartment that Bonnie had rented for herself near the college campus. And soon they considered themselves lovers.
Bonnie found out a lot about Kirk during the next few weeks. He was the son of an army sergeant who had rebelled against his father and told the old man that he did not wanted to make a career out of the military.
And then he had won a scholarship to go to college and major in English. He did not know exactly why he wanted to major in English, but he had vague thoughts of writing a novel someday.
And he was going to graduate at the end of the semester.
Bonnie made plans for the two of them and told Kirk about those plans.
She wanted to quit school and live with Kirk and support him. She wanted to share her money with him and share her love with him too. She would live anywhere that he wanted to live and she would finance him while he wrote his novel about life on a military base from the point of view of a teen-aged boy.
And that was exactly what they did. They lived together and Kirk worked on his novel and Bonnie was just happy to be about him. Kirk was the most masculine man that she had met—with the possible except of Gil, her ex-husband—and she thought that it was truly masculine, truly powerful, that he still went out to the firing range once every other day or so and shot that rifle of his.
He was everything that she could want in a man.
And then, when she had found out from her father that he had hired Gil to kill Brooke, she had been outraged and she had thought that she and Kirk might just be able to save her sister.
She and Kirk had taken the first flight down to San Genoa, and now they were waiting to go out to that little island in the morning.
Kirk had come armed. And he was a crack shot, as good as Gil. She wanted Kirk to kill her ex-husband and she knew that the young man looked forward to the chance to use his rifle on a real human being, not a target. He wanted to shoot Gil Rogers too. He wanted to shoot the man who had loved and then had left Bonnie.
Tomorrow, Bonnie thought, looking at her hands bound by the rope around the wood, tomorrow the gunfire and revenge would come. But, tonight, she would suffer some more of that sweet humiliation.
Just then the door opened and Kirk came into the room. He shut the door behind him and leaned over and slapped Bonnie's bare ass as she lay there on her stomach.
She sighed with the pain of that first slap.
"How you doing, kid?" he asked, moving to the closet and starting to take off his clothes.
Kirk was so neat, she thought, so very neat and orderly. That was another sign of true masculine power. He was so neat that it showed that he had even disciplined himself.
"I am just fine, Kirk," she said softly. "But I did not think that you would ever get back."
"I heard a funny story down in the bar," he said. "Something about a fat man fucking a piece of liver."
By then, he was down to his under shorts and he turned and winked at the woman, his woman, his slave.
He had been drinking, but he was not drunk. He was just happy, happy and free, and that was the way that Bonnie liked him best, she thought.
"Rich bitch," he hissed at her.
And she pulled on the ropes that held her on the bed and sighed.
Those words were like a magic incantation to her cunt. They caused her pussy to bubble over with juices.
Those words brought back so many memories, so many connections from her past, and they seemed to sum up her entire being.
Bonnie knew that she would spend her life paying for the fact that she was a rich bitch, and she wondered if Brooke was paying for it too, paying for her father's wealth.
Kirk pushed his shorts down his legs and stepped out of them. Then he was naked in front of his lover and she looked at his cock and sighed.
He was just the kind of powerful, young man that she wanted, and he was going to be famous as a novelist too. She was almost sure of that. She had read parts of his novel and she thought that he was working on a real masterpiece of literature.
She had especially noticed the power of his words, the way that he described the male power of his father and himself and the other soldiers that he had known growing up.
It was a man's book, the kind of book that women could read and feel weak with.
It was a book filled with powerful men, some heroes and some villains, but all powerful and masterly.
Kirk understood power well. She could see that every time he approached her as he was approaching her now, she thought. She could see that he was playing with his power, so that she would recognize it and feel it deep in her bones as she looked at him and waited for him to get close.
He moved gingerly, easily, like a powerful dancer, she thought. She watched as his muscles rippled in his body. She watched and she sighed with pleasure, the kind of pleasure that a woman could only feel when she was in the presence of real, male power. Kirk lifted his cock up and held it out for Bonnie to touch it. She moved her numb hands over his meat.
"Master," she sighed.
Kirk slipped the flesh over the ropes that held her hands and he groaned with pleasure too.
Then, as his cock started to harden, Bonnie took it in her hands and held it and rubbed it with her fingers.
She liked that prick most of all, she thought, even more than his muscular body. She liked that prick and it seemed to sum up everything that a woman could need in her life.
"Oh, Master," she sighed. "Kirk, you are my master."
"Right, rich bitch," he muttered, and those words seemed to send a flame through her wet cunt.
Kirk took his cock back from her hands and Bonnie pulled herself close to the piece of wood that held her.
She put her face on one side of that wood and she opened her mouth wide as Kirk moved his cock close to her.
She ran that cock around her red lips and she felt a tingle head straight for her sexy cunt.
And then she took that cock into her mouth. Kirk held the base of the prick with his hand and he let her suck on it. He sighed to her as she sucked, sighed with manly, powerful passion.
"Fucking rich bitch," he said. "Suck that cock. You are my slave and that is all that you are good for. Sucking cock and fucking."
And she sucked as the desire ran through her. Those were just the kind of words that she had longed to hear.
She remembered the first time that Gil had treated her so brutally. She-had been afraid and she had thought that he was going mad in her bed.
That had been about a week after they were first married. It took that long before he felt safe to show her what kind of treatment he liked to give women.
And she loved that treatment. Once it started, she trusted Gil and she knew that he would never really hurt her. And she had never trusted any man before in her life that much.
It felt good to trust that much, and it felt good to be treated that way because she thought that that was the way that she should be treated, that she should be comforted for her rich-bitch guilt.
It was strange, she thought now, but she had not really understood the guilt that she had felt until that first time with Gil. And then she quickly discovered that there was no better way to fight the guilt that was in her system, no better way to be happy with a man.
Now she had that same feeling with Kirk, but there was a difference.
She had trusted Gil and he had ended up hurting her, leaving her because he found her wealthy life stifling. He had taken a lot of her money and spent it and then he had left her.
But she sensed that Kirk would not leave her. There was more love in that powerful, young man than there had been in Gil, and Bonnie thought that the young man had that love because, after all, she had taught him about the kind of treatment that a powerful man could give a woman. He had not taught her. She thought that that made a difference in their relationship, and she thought that that difference would make their relationship work for a long, long time.
"Fucking rich bitch," the young man snarled. "Suck that cock and get it hard, you fucking, rich bitch."
And Bonnie did just as he wanted her to do. She sucked on that cock and got it hard.
Kirk moaned at her while she did that and ran his strong, young fingers over her back and down her spine.
That sent a sexy chill through her body, a chill that grew in her form as she listened to his words.
"Suck it, you filthy rich bitch. Suck that cock and get it ready for your worthless cunt."
When the cock was hard, Bonnie took her mouth off the rod and looked up at young man.
"Fuck me, Master," she said. "Fuck me and fuck me hard, Master."
And the young man who was her master chuckled and moved behind her. He climbed onto the bed and she moved up on her hands and knees and waited for the fucking to start, the fucking that she knew that she needed.
"Oh, Master," she said. "Slam it to me. Fuck me hard. I need your cock in my cunt."
And the young man worked his fingers into her cunt. She sighed when he did that and pressed the side of her face to that wooden bedpost. He was digging around in there as if he were looking for something wonderful, as if he were mining for treasure.
But Bonnie knew that the treasure that she was giving him was the treasure of her cunt, the greatest treasure that he could find. She sighed and twisted there on the bed and moaned to him again.
"Oh, fuck me. Fuck my hot cunt. Fuck me. I am your slave, Master. Please, fuck me. Take your pleasure in my body."
And then she felt the fingers leave her cunt and she knew that his hard cock would be the next thing that she felt. She stretched up and felt the easing of the ache in her arms and she sighed as the young man reached around her and squeezed her tits.
Then Kirk was in her. Fast and hard and brutal.
And she loved it more than the last time that he had fucked her. She loved it more every time he took the role of master and fucked her hot, slave cunt.
As the young man fucked away, the redhead sighed to him with a voice that was filled with pleasure.
"Oh, fuck me, Master. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Fuck me harder. That's the way Rip me open. Fuck my sweet, slave cunt, my master. Fuck me and rip me wide open."
And, as she felt the fucking back there in her, Bonnie wondered if her sister had ever felt such a thing in her cunt, had ever felt the joys that could only come with slavery.
She hoped that Brooke hade felt these joys, and she hoped that she and Kirk would be able to save that beautiful girl once they got to the island.