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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...