Chapter 7

Gil Rogers had already found Brooke Hutchinson.

In fact, he had been sitting near the beach, surrounded and hidden by trees, when he had heard those other shots. He had thought then that he should go and find out what had happened. He figured that Ginger and Bodden had either run into that other boy who lived with Brooke or Bonnie and her boyfriend.

But then he watched as Brooke continued to fuck the other, dark boy, and he thought that that sight was just too delicious to give up. He really did not care what was happening on the other side of the island.

After the fucking was over, Brooke and that boy had stayed there on the beach for a little while and then Brooke had gone into the house, the little shack that Gil could see from his vantage point.

The dark boy sat naked on the beach and stared out at the water. He was not carrying a rifle or any kind of protection and Gil knew that he would be an easy target. He waited for a few minutes, until he knew that Brooke was busy in the house. Then he walked out of his hiding place and moved toward the boy who sat there on the beach.

He stood close to the house so that he could get in there before Brooke had time to arm herself and run out. Then he carefully aimed the rifle at the boy's head.

And he fired.

The dark youth toppled over onto the beach without a sound, and Gil knew that he was dead.

Then Gil turned and ran up the steps into the little shack and threw the door open.

He caught Brooke in the middle of the room. She was standing there, staring at him. And he had the drop on her.

"Hello, Brooke," he said with a grin.

"Gil," she gasped.

And he could see that she was glancing at the rifle that was leaning against the door.

He moved toward it slowly and picked it up and threw it out on the beach.

Then he held his own rifle on her and grinned again. He knew that he had nothing to fear from Brooke Hutchinson now.

"It is good to see you again," he said calmly, smiling at you. "I just killed your boyfriend out there. You two looked real good together when you were fucking."

"Gabriel," she muttered, feeling the loss deep in her body.

And then Brooke started to cry and whimper and she sank down on the floor. She wished that she could pass out from shock and from grief, but she could only cry and look up at her brutal brother-in-law through her own hot tears.

Gil watched her closely and kept the rifle on her.

"I have been hired by your father to kill you," he said. "Your father does not like the bad publicity that you have given the family with all of your little exploits."

Brooke nodded her head.

For some reason, the knowledge that Gil planned to kill her did not bother her as much as the knowledge that Gabriel was lying out there on the beach, cold and silent forever now. He had given her so much and she had just learned from Gabriel what it was like to fuck without guilt, and now that boy was gone, gone from her life forever.

As she cried, she muttered to her brother-in-law with a fierce, angry tone.

"All right, Gil. Get it over with. Kill me, just like my father wants you to do."

"Not yet," Gil said.

He was looking at her naked, sexy body and he was feeling a hardness in his own pants.

No, he thought, he would not kill her yet. He would fuck her first. He had always wanted to fuck his sexy, young sister-in-law. Bonnie had been good, but he knew that Brooke would be even better in bed. Those two young guys that she lived with had fucked her. And Gil wondered how many others there had been, had many other cocks had tasted the sweetness of that girl's beautiful cunt.

And he had some things to tell her, some things that her father had told him to tell her.

"Your father always wants you to know that you are not his child. You are the bastard offspring of a union between your mother and some fucking handyman, some dark and musty guy who could not even read and write. Your father wants you to know that before I kill you."

"I already know," the girl muttered. "I already know."

"Who told you?"

"My mother told me. My mother came to find me when I ran away and joined the revolutionaries in the city. She wanted to tell me that she understood, that maybe I was just following in the footsteps of my father, that maybe it was just in my genes. She told me all about it and then she went home to the mansion."

"Your father hates your mother for what she did," Gil told the crying girl. "And he told me that he only raised you as his own child in order to stop any scandal. But he never loved you. He always hated you too. And then, when you ran away and started pulling that shit in the city, he hated you even more and he knew that you had to be done away with."

The man was saying the words calmly, coldly, as if he were offering some kind of business report, not talking about death and murder and hate from a father.

And that calm, cold voice made Brooke even angrier.

"My father is a worthless bastard!" she screamed in her fury.

"A bastard, yes," Gil said. "But not worthless. He is worth quite a bit. You know that, Brooke. And he is going to pay me a lot of money when I come back with a lock of your hair and prove that I have fixed you so that you will never discredit his name again."

"Well, do it, damn it!" the girl yelled. "Do it! What are you waiting for?"

And then she looked at her brother-in-law and recognized the gleam that was in his eye.

And she knew then what Gil Rogers was waiting for. She knew what he wanted to do to her before he killed her. She sighed and fell back on the floor and whimpered to him.

"All right, Gil," she said, surrendering to the man. "Fuck me and then kill me, if that is what you want to do. I won't fight you."

"You will do more than that, Brooke," the man snarled. "You are going to give me the best fucking that you ever gave to any man. You are going to give me an even better fucking than you gave that kid out there. Do you hear me, Brooke? I order you! I order you to give one hell of a fucking!"

It did not make sense to her at all as she lay there on the floor.

Gil was not trying to make a deal with her, a good fucking in exchange for her own life.

She knew that Gil would kill her when the fucking was over because he was that cold-blooded and because he wanted the money that her father had offered to pay him. It did not make any sense to her, but she felt it just the same.

Brooke Hutchinson felt the need to give Gil Rogers the best fucking of her life. She felt the need to do her all for him, to give him what she had given Gabriel and even more.

The beautiful girl raised up and looked at him and smiled through her tears.

"All right, Gil," she said softly. "I will do anything that you want. You can be my master for the next few minutes, Gil, and I will give you the best fucking that a slave can give her master."

Gil smiled and looked down at the rifle and knew that he would not need that just yet.

He leaned the rifle against the wall and started to unbutton his shirt.

"Just like your fucking sister," he said softly.

Brooke looked up at him. "What?"

"You are just like Bonnie. She wanted me to be her master too."

"Really?"

"Really."

Brooke found that strange and she wondered why it did not surprise her even more than it did.

She guessed that she expected that she and Bonnie were more alike than they even knew.

After all, they were sisters, weren't they? And she felt that she had never been more of a sister to Bonnie than she was at this moment, as she watched Bonnie's murderous ex-husband strip off his clothes.

Gil Rogers was a handsome and sexy man, his sister-in-law thought.

And he had been the master of her sister too, just as he was now going to be the master of Brooke.

As she watched the man take off his clothes, she studied him, and then Brooke thought that she should say something to him, explain some things to him about her own life there on the island.

"Gabriel," she said softly, "used to work on me with a pair of pliers in order to cut out the guilt that I felt, Gil. Gabriel, the boy that you killed out there. He could not speak, could not make a sound, but he knew just how to handle me. He knew how to treat me like the rich-bitch slut that I am."

"I understand," Gil said with a smile. "Your sister has the same feelings, and your sister is probably here on the island somewhere too."

"Bonnie? Here?"

"Yes, she and her new lover have come here to try to save you. But I will kill both of them if I have to do that. You know that I will, Brooke."

By then, Gil was naked in front of his sexy, dark-haired sister-in-law.

She could not help herself. She smiled when she saw his meaty cock.

Her brother-in-law was certainly a stud, she thought, someone worth of both her and her sister.

And then Gil put his hands on his hips and spread his legs.

"I don't think that I will have to kill Bonnie," he said. "I will shoot her new boyfriend if he comes around here and tries to stop me. When I shoot him, I think that Bonnie will become my slave again, just as she was my slave once."

"Oh," the girl said softly, still looking at the meaty prick.

She listened to the words but she looked at the cock.

"I think that this new man brutalizes your sister too. I do not think that Bonnie could live without that fine touch of a master now, not after I taught her just how thrilling it could be."

"You taught her?"

Gil nodded his head.

"Ernesto and Gabriel taught me," the dark-haired girl muttered.

And then Brooke thought of something that just might save her—if not from the fucking at least from death.

Gabriel was dead out there, but Ernesto was still out in the jungles, hunting, she thought.

At least, she hoped that her other master was out there in the jungles. She had heard the gunshots earlier and she thought now that that might have been that trigger-happy Gil out there, blowing away Ernesto too.

No, that could not be the way that it happened, she thought quickly.

Gil had been watching her fuck with Gabriel. He had not been on the other side of the island and that was where the shots had come from.

That meant that, if she could just make the sex with Gil last long enough, she might be saved by her other, dark, young master. Ernesto might come back and save her with his rifle. Ernesto had never killed anyone, but he might be driven into a rage by what the man had done to Gabriel.

It was a slim chance, Brooke thought, but it was the only chance that she had.

Thinking that, she moved up on the floor and came toward Gil as he stood there, waiting for her.

He smiled down on her as she put her hand on his cock and slipped the meat between her fingers.

She started to jerk on that cock with a soft motion and the man groaned when she did that.

Then Brooke moved her red lips to that cock and kissed it.

She would have to make it last, she thought. The longer that she made the sex last, the more of a chance she had at survival.

Then she thought about stalling a little longer. She did not want to suck that cock yet.

She dropped the cock and moved down onto the floor and she started to lick the man's feet with her warm, wet tongue. That would make it last longer, she thought. She would lick his feet like a real slave and she would save her life if she could make the sex last long enough and keep him thrilled in that special, master's way.

She ran her tongue over his toes and then she pressed her lips to one of his feet and kissed that foot with a sexy force. She moved to the other foot and she murmured the word that she knew would thrill her brother-in-law before she kissed that foot.

"Master," she said softly.

And the man looked down and smiled and felt good.

This sexy girl was really special, he thought, and she knew just how to treat a master.

Those Spanish boys had obviously trained her well.

"Good, you revolutionary slut," he said. "Lick my fucking feet, you fucking cunt."

And the dark-haired girl licked his feet and kissed them and then she moved up his leg and started to use her lips and her tongue there. She took her long, dark hair in her hands and she massaged his lower legs with that hair.

Her brother-in-law groaned. This was really something special, Gil thought.

That hair was so soft and her lips were so moist and red.

And then new ideas started to come to Gil. He could take Brooke away from here and keep her locked up in his house. That way, she would not be out causing trouble and making headlines. And he could take a lock of her hair and give it to her father and claim that he had killed her. Then he would get his money too.

Suddenly, the tall American wanted this girl to be his slave, this girl and no other woman in the world. He felt her kisses on his knees and he knew that she would be great as a slave, even better than her sister had been, even better than Ginger.

Ginger.

He would have to get rid of that redhead. He might leave her on the island or he might order her to stay behind at San Genoa with Bodden.

Yes, he would give her to Bodden.

He just knew that he would have to get rid of her. He wanted this girl and this girl alone, his sister-in-law, this beauty, this slave, this slut of a girl who suddenly thrilled him so much and meant so much to him.

Brooke moved her tongue up the inside of the man's thigh and heard him moan and knew that he was not noticing that she was taking her time. She felt better. She thought that she could make this sex last forever if she had to.

And she had to admit that the feel of her brother-in-law's leg under her tongue made her feel good too. He was a sexy man, and she kept remembering that he had also been the master to her sister. She felt the need to match her sister in slave-like passion. She felt an unspoken challenge. She wanted to be the perfect slave, the best slave that this man had ever had. She knew that he had had a lot of slaves, but she would be the best.

She worked her tongue up to his crotch and licked the side of his balls and the man shuddered when he did that.

Gil could not stand it any longer. He knew that this girl would be great.

Her tongue was in a place where no other tongue had been and the touch of that tongue there thrilled him and chilled him and made him want to announce that she had won.

"Brooke," he groaned, "I can't kill you."

She murmured to him but she did not stop licking him. She lifted his cock up with her hand and she ran her tongue under his balls as he sighed to her.

"I will take you with me and make you my slave. I will have to get rid of Ginger, but I will do that. I will make her stay with Bodden. That is what I will do. You will be my only slave and I will cut a lock of your hair and tell your father—"

Then his voice died away. He was so filled with passion that he did not feel like talking any longer. He just wanted to feel the things that she was doing to him.

And he knew that he did not have to speak any longer. He knew that he had made his plan clear to that sexy girl.

She did not say anything, did not agree with or protest his plan.

Gil knew that she could not protest the plan. She was a slave and he was her master now.

He would take her back to the States with her and keep her locked in his house and feel this kind of thrilling thing every day with her. And he would kill anyone who tried to stop him from doing that.

He would even kill Ginger if he had to, and he knew that he would kill his ex-wife's boyfriend. He would enjoy doing that, enjoy it more than any other murder that he had ever committed in his long career as a hit-man.

Finally, when Brooke knew that she was safe, she grasped Gil's cock with her fingers and she kissed the end of that fat, big prick. She licked the piss-slit and she felt the man tremble with her touch.

Then she looked up at him and let a flash run through her dark, soft eyes as she said the word.

"Master."

"Yes, Brooke," the man moaned, looking up toward the ceiling. "I am your master. I am your master and you are my one and only slave."

When Brooke opened her lips and took the tip of that cock into her, she gave it a quick and soft, little bite, just the kind of bite that a master's cock deserved. He jerked with the pleasure that that gave him.

And then Brooke moved closer to his strong body and let that big cock run down her throat. The man groaned and felt like his cock was coming apart in her mouth. Her mouth was so soft and warm and wonderful that he felt like erupting in her right then.

But he did not want to do that. He did not want to come in her mouth.

As good as her sister was, he thought, her cunt had to be even better, juicier, tighter, warmer. He wanted to use that cock to fuck her cunt and he wanted to come deep inside of her and feel the thrill that only a real master could feel.

"Brooke," he groaned, pushing her face back from his body with a gentle motion. "I want to fuck you."

The dark-haired beauty moved back on the floor and smiled at him and spread her legs.

She could feel the juices in her own pussy. They seemed to bubble with heat in there.

And she knew that she was safe now. She knew that she had nothing to fear from her brother-in-law. He would be her master, but he would not kill her. She felt as if she had conquered him in some very important way.

Gil Rogers stood over the teen-ager and looked down at her.

"Brooke," he said. "I will fuck you and then I will take you home with me and I will keep you. I will get rid of the slave that I have now. She is nothing compared to you. She is just a Texas slut. She never won any beauty pageant at all. I will get rid of her and make you my special slave for the rest of your life and my life."

Gil Rogers dropped onto his knees and looked down at her.

"Brooke," he said softly. "I think that I may even love you."

"You fucking bastard!"

The woman's voice echoed through the room and Gil turned quickly toward the door.

He made a lunge for his own rifle, but he did not make it.

Then there was another echo in the room and Gil Rogers fell dead on the floor, with a bullet through his heart.

And Ginger lowered the smoking rifle and snarled at him.

"You fucking bastard," she said softly. "You thought that you were going to get rid of me."

Brooke was frightened for a moment, frightened that the angry redhead would turn the gun on her next. But then, when Brooke saw her sister move into the doorway, she sighed with relief.

"Oh, Bonnie," she whimpered.

All the death—Luis and Gabriel and Gil—and all the sadness of her revolutionary life seemed to bubble up in her soul and the dark-haired girl started to weep.

Her sister ran to her and knelt beside her and cradled the girl in her arms and held her. She tried to soothe Brooke with her touch, but she wondered if any of the women there would ever be soothed again.

Then Bodden moved into the room and looked at the naked, big American lying there.

"Is he dead?" the fat man asked the redhead with the rifle.

"Yeah," Ginger sneered. "I killed the fucking bastard."

Bodden felt completely free then and he thought that he would like to whip out his cock and piss on that man's body right then, piss on Gil Rogers and get a special revenge for all the shame that that man had given him over the past couple of days.

But then Bodden looked around the room and knew that he did not really need any revenge at all.

He already had his paradise, three beautiful women in need of a master.

And the fat man started to shiver with joy and sweat with the ecstasy of it all.

Gil was dead and Bonnie's boyfriend was dead and those two Spanish kids were dead too.

The fat man was the only man left on that island, with three beautiful women.

And he would be a master to them all.

"My slaves," he said loudly, like a preacher, and he stretched his arms out and seemed to cover the whole room. "My beautiful slaves."

And the three women looked at him. Ginger put the gun down and stared at the two sisters on the floor. Then all three women looked at the dead man on the floor. He had been their master too, but he was gone now.

The three women looked at Bodden and none of them denied his exclamation.

"My slaves!" he bellowed. "All of you are my sexy slaves!"

And Bodden had never felt so happy, so proud, so powerful, in all of his fat life.