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BUNKER PET
(M/F, Slavery)

Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr.org/~Cindy_Silver_Eyes/
cse1986@rocketmail.com


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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  hed 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 Joes 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 pets 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 shed learned. "Please fuck me.. ."

Billy Joe grinned:  Where had that confident, modern, self-assured city girl gone?  He recalled the young woman whod 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 Joes ranch

Hed been glad to offer help to the dumb, snotty city girl  And hed 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 shed been in the early days  shed 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 pets 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 Cindys 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

http://www.asstr.org/~Cindy_Silver_Eyes/

cse1986@rocketmail.com


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Do you like my story?  So, what is it that you like then?  The one thing that you really like the most?  

Please let me know:  cse1986@rocketmail.com (Thats the only pay-off in writing, really...!)

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