Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. <!--ADULTSONLY--> BUNKER PET (M/F, Slavery) Cindy Silver Eyes /~Cindy_Silver_Eyes/ cse1986@rocketmail.com ***** 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 (That's the only pay-off in writing, really...!) ***** 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 /~Cindy_Silver_Eyes/ cse1986@rocketmail.com ***** 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 (That's the only pay-off in writing, really...!) *****