Chapter 8
By nightfall, all of the bodies had been buried. Bodden had sent his slaves out to do the dirty work, and the women had done it well. Then they had all three run into the sea naked and washed themselves clean from the stench of death of the dirt of the graves.
Then the women came back to the shack where Bodden, their master, was waiting for them.
It had been so easy, Bodden thought, looking at the three, naked, beautiful slaves. Not a one of them had put up a fight when he had taken on the role of master. He supposed that they were too used to being slaves to fight a master, that they would be lost without a master.
He had another day's worth of supplies and the slaves fixed food for him and for them.
They ate around a table. The women ate quietly and quickly and then they just sat in chairs and stared at Bodden as he ate his food. He liked that. He liked thinking that his beautiful slaves would even watch him eat. For years, he had been ashamed of his eating habits, but he was not ashamed any longer.
He would grow even fatter with three, naked, beautiful women watching him eat until he was ready to burst.
And Bodden tried to imagine what the other people in San Genoa would say when he showed up with three beautiful women in line, serving him and making his life comfortable.
One thing was for certain. No one would laugh at Bodden any longer.
And he would have money too. He had searched the pockets of Gil Rogers before he allowed his slaves to drag the dead man out and bury him. He had found a lot of cash in those pockets, even more than Bodden had planned on making from this venture.
Bodden would keep the money and would send a wire back to the States saying that Gil Rogers had mysteriously disappeared down there on the island. Bodden understood Americans and knew that no one would come down looking for Gil, looking for anyone.
Bodden would stay in San Genoa and his three female slaves would stay with him.
And he would be in paradise there in the islands.
Or perhaps, he thought as he ate, he would return to the States, to a place where he was not known and he would let his slaves serve him there. He remembered that one of his slaves—Bonnie—had a lot of money of her own. He was certain that that money would be his for the asking.
No, not asking.
He remembered that a master did not ask anything of a slave.
He would demand that Bonnie Rogers support him, just as she had supported her last master. He was not like Gil Rogers. He had no qualms about living on a woman's money at all, especially when the woman was as sexy and beautiful as Bonnie was.
When he had finished with his eating, he just sat at the table and the three slaves cleared away the dishes. Then Bodden moved into the living room area of the little house and looked down on the bloody spot where Gil Rogers had been.
That afternoon, he had thought vaguely of having his new slaves clean that spot.
But then he thought that it would be more fun for him to see it, to see it and know that that was Gil Rogers' blood, that Gil Rogers was dead and he, Bodden, was still alive.
In fact, Bodden had never felt more alive in his life.
The fat man sat down in a chair and lit a cigarette and took the smoke into his lungs.
When his slaves were finished cleaning the dishes, they came and knelt naked around him, like children at story-time, he thought. Together they all watched the sun set over the ocean. That was a sight that Bodden loved, but he had never loved it so much as he did that night. The fat man stretched out his hand and moved it slowly down and thought that he, the master of three female slaves, was also the master of the sun, pushing it down in the sky. It was a fine fantasy, and the fat man enjoyed it immensely.
Bodden thought of all the things that he had done that day. He had killed for the first time and he had ended up with three, beautiful slaves. He thought that these slaves were with him because he had killed, because he had shown that power.
And he smiled because he knew that he would be an everlasting fountain of power from now on. With these slaves with him, he could never feel ashamed of himself again.
Just power.
That was all that Bodden would feel. That was all that he wanted to feel.
When the sun went down, Brooke got up and got some candles. She lit them and set them around the room and then she joined her sister and the other, redhead at Bodden's feet. In the candlelight, the three women looked up at him and Bodden knew that they were waiting for some order, some sexy order.
And he scratched his head to think of one.
One of the women could suck on his cock, he thought, but he had only one cock.
Bodden wished for a moment that he had three pricks so that he could offer each slave something to suck on at the same time.
And Bodden was also very tired. He knew that he probably had just one more orgasm in him that day.
Then, he thought, sleep would overtake him and his slaves too.
So what to do?
He tried to think of something that would allow all three women to serve him at once. And then he came up with it.
"Brooke," he said to the dark-haired girl, "do you love your sister?"
Brooke looked at Bonnie and smiled.
"Yes, Master," she said softly. "I do. I love my sister more than anyone else in the world."
Then the dark-haired beauty caught herself and looked up at the fat man.
"Except for you, master. I love you more even than Bonnie," she said quickly.
And the fat man took another drag on the cigarette and coughed and chuckled.
"Brooke, Bonnie," he said, in a deep and manly voice. "I want you to show me how much you love each other. I want the two of you to make it together, to kiss and love each other and suck out each other's cunts. I want you to do that while Ginger sucks my cock. Your show will turn me on and make me come right down Ginger's throat."
The dark-haired girl looked at her older sister. She ran her eyes over Bonnie's firm and sexy and mature body and then she nodded her head.
"Yes, Master," she said.
Bonnie was looking at Brooke too.
"Yes, Master," the older, red-haired sister agreed. "We will show you just how much we love each other, Master."
Brooke and Bonnie moved back from the chair and lay down close to each other on the floor. Brooke lay on her back and Bonnie moved over her. The younger sister put her arms around the red-haired woman and Bonnie moved her mouth down to Brooke's and kissed her.
"Oh, yes," the fat man said. "That is right. Show me, slaves."
As he said that, the third slave, Ginger, unzipped his trousers slowly and reached inside those trousers and pulled his cock out and looked at it.
"Master," she murmured, and then she pressed her face close to Bodden's sweaty body and she sucked that meat into her mouth.
On the floor, the two sisters continued to kiss and Brooke ran her hands over Bonnie's body.
She felt the older woman's nice, firm tits and then she sighed to her sister.
"We have so much in common," she said. "The same mother and Gil too."
"And now a new master," Bonnie murmured, smelling the damp, sweet aroma of her sister's dark hair.
"Yes."
"And I fucked Luis one night," Bonnie said softly. "I have never told you that, but I fucked him one night behind the garage."
"Really?" Brooke asked with a smile.
"Yes."
"I am glad." "Why?"
"I am glad that at least one of us got the chance to fuck him before he died."
"When I fucked him," Bonnie said, "he mastered me and he fantasized that it was you that he was fucking."
When Brooke heard that, she felt warm and soft inside and she pulled her sister to her and kissed the redhead again.
Bodden sat there in his chair and moaned as Ginger sucked on his cock.
"Get her, Bonnie," he said. "Go down on that other slave, your sister."
And Bonnie took her master's command as if he had spoken from the heavens, as if he were one fat god.
She wanted to work on Brooke anyway. She wanted to taste the sweetness of her beautiful sister's flesh and of her sister's cunt too. She moved down the girl's body slowly and licked the tip of the firm, young titties.
And then she moved down a little further and lifted one of those tits with her hand and worked her tongue around the nipple.
When she did that, Brooke sighed to her.
"Yes, Bonnie. That feels so good. Suck your little sister's nipple, Bonnie. Suck it for your master."
And Bodden gasped as the other redhead continued to suck on his cock and he leaned forward so that he would not miss one second of the sexy show that the girls were putting on for him.
"Get it on, slaves!" he bellowed. "Get it on! That looks so fucking good! Get it on!"
And then he sighed as Ginger pressed her lips around his cock and pressed her nose against his sweaty pants. He closed his eyes for a moment so that he could better feel the cock-sucking that that one slave was giving him.
Then he opened his eyes with a jerk, remembering that he did not want to miss any of the action that the other two female slaves were showing him.
By then, Bonnie was sucking on Brooke's tit and the dark-haired sister was moaning and moving under her sister's caresses.
This was great! Bodden looked at the girls and felt the mouth on his cock and he wished that O'Rourke was still alive. If that big man was, Bodden would really have a story to tell him now, a story that would not involve food at all.
And, Bodden thought, if anyone laughed at him back at San Genoa or anywhere—
If anyone laughed at him, he would just have his slaves put a show for him right there in front of that laughing person and there would be no laughter any more.
Bonnie stopped sucking on the tit and moved down her sister's body.
She licked the tanned skin of the girl's stomach and then she speared the girl's navel with her tongue and Brooke jerked and gasped when her sister did that.
"Oh, yes, Bonnie," the dark-haired beauty said, spreading her legs wide. "Do it to me. Do it for our master, Bonnie. God, Bonnie, eat my fucking cunt for our master!"
And, as the tempest of desire grew in that girl's body and as the sister continued to lick her stomach and travel slowly down the girl's body, Bodden groaned with delight. He felt a similar tempest in his own body and he put his hand on Ginger's red hair and patted her as a master would pat a puppy dog.
She sucked cock so well, and he knew that those other two would be just as good.
What more could a master want in life? Nothing, Bodden thought, absolutely nothing.
The red-haired sister moved down between Brooke's outstretched legs.
She turned the girl around on the floor so that Bodden could see what she was going to do to her sister.
And Bodden smiled when Bonnie did that. He knew that she was a slave who kept her master in mind at all times. Gil Rogers had trained her to do that.
He glanced at that blood on the floor.
That was all that was left of Gil Rogers, Bodden thought, and the fat man laughed and coughed as the redhead between his own legs continued to suck on his cock.
Bonnie moved her face down over the dark bush of her beautiful, tanned sister.
And she ran her tongue through that bush, wetting it as the younger sister sighed with a warm passion.
Then Bonnie moved her face down between Brooke's legs.
She spread the pink pussy lips of her sister's sweet hole with her fingers.
And she drove her tongue into that hole with delight.
Brooke jerked when her sister did that.
"Oh, yes!" the dark-haired girl yelled out, lifting her tanned arms up into the air. "Oh, yes, Bonnie! Eat my fucking cunt! Lick it out for my master and your master and the master of us all!"
Bodden knew that the girl was talking about him, and he could hardly stand the feeling of passion that he felt at that moment.
And then he grabbed a batch of Ginger's red hair in his fat fingers and sighed and started to come as the third slave, the one who was working on him, swallowed his warm milk greedily.
"Yeah, baby," he moaned. "Take your master's come into your mouth. Take it. Take it. Take it. Take that fucking come right down you, baby."
And the redhead between his legs did just that. She took her master's come into her and she swallowed it.
When Bodden was finished with his coming, he felt like collapsing. Ginger moved her lips off his cock and slipped away from him and the fat man tumbled onto the floor and lay there, half-dead with ecstasy and gasping for breath and watching the two sisters who were still working together, just a few inches in front of his nose.
And Bodden reached out and touched that spot of blood on the floor.
Then he started to laugh, thinking that he had been the final victor.
He had defeated Gil Rogers and he had ended up with three very beautiful and willing slaves. What master could ask more in life? What master could even think of more?
No one would ever laugh at Bodden again, the man thought, as he gasped.
He gasped and he laughed and he lay there on the floor as Bonnie worked her tongue deep into Brooke's sweet cunt. The redhead knew then just what Luis had seen in that girl.
She knew what all of those men had seen in Brooke. She tasted the thing now that made Brooke exciting, the dark sweetness that was better than anything else she had ever felt in her life.
And Brooke tossed on the floor and moaned and sighed.
"Yes, lick me out, Bonnie. Oh, suck my clit. Suck my clit, sister, and make me come."
And Bonnie pulled her tongue out of Brooke's snatch and sucked that clit into her lips and started to work on it. She sucked slowly as the girl moved back and forth, feverishly, under her sister's lips, under her sister's touches.
Bonnie was reaching up and moving her hands over the Brooke's body too and giving her sister that special pleasure of touch too.
"Oh, suck it, Bonnie," the dark-haired girl said. "Suck it, sister dear." I
And Bonnie heard their master groaning there on the floor next to them as she sucked away on her sister's sweet meat.
Bodden rolled over onto his back and put his hand on his fat chest and massaged the fat there and sighed. He felt powerful, so powerful. Had there ever been such a powerful master before? He wondered.
And he thought that there had never been any master quite like he was. He knew that his slaves would agree too.
There had never been a master like fat and powerful Bodden.
The sound of the sucking filled the air and Bodden closed his eyes and thought of power, the kind of power that no one would ever laugh at.