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BUNKER
PET
(M/F,
Slavery)
Cindy Silver Eyes
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Billy Joe marched down the stairs
leading to the bottom of the basement – an iron-clad bunker, in fact. After all those years, he was still amazed by
the bunker: His father had been a real
nut case. The old man had built the huge
bunker back in the 60s – he’d spent a ton of money for it, too. Sure, those were the days of the atom-bomb
scare, before commies were done for, but who could possibly believe Soviets
would target a small rural village in north Texas? Billy Joe’s father did. The bunker spread underneath almost the
entire surface area of the ranch building that sat above it – and it was some
20 feet under the ground. The thick
steel door that opened down to the bunker looked like a vault at Fort Knox. The walls inside were hard concrete, double
enforced by huge steel beams – it looked like the place would hold just fine if
the A-Bomb actually fell right on the ranch above.
Billy Joe had never imagined the creepy
bunker would be of some use one day. But
these days he cherished it: Because now,
it housed his pet.
The pet’s name used to be Cindy – but no
one called her that anymore, since no one got to see her, except Billy Joe and
he never called her “Cindy”. She was
instead known as “Whore”, “Bitch”, “Cunt”, “Slut”, “Fuckmeat”,
“Fucktoy”, or simply “pet”.
A soon as the bunker door slammed open,
Cindy automatically assumed the "welcome“ position: Eyes down, hands clasped behind her head,
kneeling with her legs spread, she waited anxiously. She was completely naked, as always.
Billy Joe came closer, clasped her chin
and turned her head up to face him – he was a huge man, easily towering over
the young woman.
Cindy smiled and tried to look sexy;
knowing he liked her that way.
“Good morning slave" he remarked
with a menacing grin. "How are you
today?"
"Horny, Master" Cindy
answered, as she’d learned. "Please fuck me.. ."
Billy Joe grinned: Where had that confident, modern,
self-assured city girl gone? He recalled
the young woman who’d been driving on her own from LA to New York, on the path
to a new exciting job. Her car had
broken down on the highway just a few miles from Billy Joe’s ranch…
He’d been glad to offer help to the
dumb, snotty city girl… And he’d given
permanent shelter to her in the bunker.
Billy Joe loved what he saw in the eyes
of Cindy, despite her best efforts to disguise her emotions: Fear, shame, and lust.
Like a good pet, she feared getting on
the wrong side of her owner, and did her best to please.
The training of course had taken
long: Long, but fun… Cindy still eyed the whips and canes hanging
on the bunker wall with fear. And she
got reintroduced to them whenever her performance lacked in the least bit –
Billy Joe enjoyed such opportunities to administer discipline, rare as they had
become, almost as much as the other delights his slave provided.
“Suck” he ordered.
A one-word order was always enough: Cindy had become the ultimate whore in a few
short months. She was no longer the
unwilling, unresponsive cold fuck she’d been in the early days – she’d been
trained to act, to look, to feel like a complete whore; playful, anxious,
obedient…
Billy Joe loved the sight of his big
hard cock engulfed by the pet’s lips. And the girl certainly knew how to suck
his cock exactly the way he liked – practice and incentive made perfect.
And she was lusty, too. She wanted to hide it and she was humiliated
by it more than all else – yet, the rough attentions of her Master was all the slave ever received in her bunker. She screamed and moaned like a seasoned whore
when her master fucked her – because she was one now.
Billy Joe grinned again, amidst the
sensations from Cindy’s tongue sweetly messaging his hard cock:
Perhaps, it was finally time to begin
selling the services of his pet to his hunting buddies too – they would be
delighted to meet the hot little number he kept in the old bunker…
Cindy Silver Eyes
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really like the most?
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really...!)
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