The Bunker Pt. 02

Susan Donovan was discovered by Master Bruce and Mistress June and their slave, slut, while doing self-bondage at the beach. She and slut spend a night in bondage at the bunker and then go on a short cruise with their Master and Mistress. She is offered a chance to travel with them. Her decision could change her life forever.

This story is in two parts. This second part doesn't make sense unless you have read part one.

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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

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Slave slut continued to thrash and scream every time a crab ran across her body. If she had not been self-gagging by holding her mouth tightly closed, the beach patrol, anyone on the beach, and probably the Coast Guard would already be here.

I called out to her, "slut! Get control of yourself."

"But there are bugs running all over me," she whined back.

"They aren't bugs," I replied. "They're crabs. And the only danger is if they get near your mouth or nose, which they won't do to you because you can hold your head up."

"They're like the roaches that used to run over me in bed when I was a little kid," she sobbed. "I can't stand it."

She was starting to get hysterical and her sobs of "I can't stand it. I can't stand it. I can't stand it!" were getting louder and louder.

"slut!" I shouted, "Master Bruce and Mistress June would never have left you here like this if they thought you couldn't handle it. You can handle all sorts of pain. How is this different than going into your pain? Just go into the sensations of them crawling across your body."

"I can't," she whined. "If Master or Mistress plays rough with me, it excites me. And then everything is different."

"So you need to get turned on before you can go into your pain?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess," slut answered.

"I can fix that," I replied and lifted up my head slightly so I could lap at her slit. After a few licks, I said in my best submissive voice, "I'll even let you fuck my mouth with your big, little clitty."

Slave slut shuddered. I knew her weakness. She had lost control when I had sucked on her long clit and then let her ram it in and out of my mouth as I held my lips tight around it. I reached up and gave her another lick, this time pushing my tongue as deeply as I could into her cunt. On the second lick, her pink clit began pushing itself out of its sheath like a miniature dog dick. I did what I promised I would do and pulled it into my mouth. It only took a couple of slurps and sucks for it to come to its full inch or so in length. Then I sucked slightly to hold my lips tight around that little shaft and moved my head back down just enough to pull it almost out from between my lips. Then I rammed my head up as hard as I could, smashing my nose into her cunt hard enough to force it between her soaking pussy lips.

Slave slut screamed again, but this time it wasn't a scream of fear. It was a groan of passion that she somehow managed to hold captive behind her closed mouth. I pulled my mouth back again ready to continue, but this time it was slut who did the ramming. She slammed her cunt down hard on my face, driving the back of my head into the sand. Then she started pumping really fast.

I had to time my breaths so that my nose wasn't buried in her twat when I tried to breathe. That wasn't easy because she was going so fast. If it was a man going at that speed, he wouldn't last very long, but slut wasn't a man. She was a woman with a long clit that she could use like a miniature prick to fuck my mouth. She kept slamming herself into me for a long time.

There was no way to time it, but it had to be over ten minutes... maybe fifteen. Then she started shaking and shuddering and my face was getting drenched with her pussy juices. It was a good thing that she was tied on top of me with rope rather than something like my retractors or her bouncing would have triggered them and she would have ended up almost pulled apart. Finally her moving and shaking stopped and she began to rub her crotch slowly against my face.

"They actually feel kind of nice," she said softly. "They sort of tickle as they run across my back."

Several of the little guys were gathering at the base of her back and starting to walk out onto her asscheeks. I knew what they were looking for.

"slut," I said softly, "the little crabs like pussy juice. They can probably smell it. They are probably going to walk down your ass crack to see if they can find the source of that wonderful aroma."

"Do you think my cunt juice smells nice?" slut asked softly. I could hear in her voice that she hoped I would say yes.

"Me and a thousand sand crabs can't be wrong," I said.

She stiffened and stifled a shrill yelp. "Are there that many of them?" she asked, sounding terrified.

"It doesn't make any difference how many there are," I replied. "Only a couple at a time are going to be exploring your body... or mine."

The three crabs on her ass started down her crack single file. They just got past her asshole when suddenly they fell off onto my face. I had my mouth tightly closed and shook my head slightly when they hit, so they slid off onto the sand. After the third one fell, I started laughing.

"What's so funny?" slave slut said. She sounded upset.

"You are definitely slippery when wet," I replied. "They couldn't hold on and slid right past your asshole onto my face."

"I'm sorry," slut said.

"Don't worry," I replied. "I've got plenty of practice with them. You just have to shake your head a little and they fall off."

I could feel two of them coming back up onto my chest. I knew that some of slut's fluids had dripped there. Another one started up slut's leg.

"He tickles," slut squealed. It was a happy squeal, not a scared squeal.

I watched as the crab moved carefully up the inside of her thigh. It got close enough to her crotch that it could reach out with its front claws and wipe them across the edge of her cunt. Then it held the claw up to where I guess its mouth is and several small things moved.

"It's wiping up your cum and then licking it off its claws," I said. In response, slut laughed.

"I don't think they have tongues," she said. Then she said, "But I do," and bent down and started licking my labia.

"Your juices taste pretty good, too," slut said. "But you taste different than me."

"You've tasted yourself?" I asked in surprise.

"Haven't you?" she asked, equally surprised.

"I guess not," I answered, "but it's now on my bucket list."

"And taking you high is on my fuckit list," slut replied as she attacked my cunt with her tongue.

It didn't take me fifteen minutes to cum, but slut didn't stop when I did. Instead she moved her mouth to my clit and began suckling on it. I didn't ram my clit into her mouth. There wasn't enough there to do anything with even if I wanted to... or was able to. Slave slut took care of that all on her own. She bounced her face on my clit as she suckled and licked. Pretty soon a second orgasm hit. I didn't think it was possible to totally lose control and yet still keep your mouth closed, but I did. I don't know if it was because I didn't want to be discovered or because Mistress June had ordered us to self gag, but I screamed into the back of my teeth as the world exploded around me.

When I came down, slut said softly, "Now let's see if they like your cunt juices."

"Did you take me high just so you could watch crabs walk all over my pussy?" I asked in mocked anger.

"No," slut answered, "but since I did, I might as well see what the little fellows do."

What they did was gather between my legs and start walking all over my cunt. I was pretty sure they couldn't get in, but I wasn't real comfortable with them being there when I didn't have my big dildo blocking the entrance.

"They aren't using their claws," slug said almost excitedly. "They have little things right next to their mouths that they are using to pull your stuff directly into their mouths."

"I wonder if they are male or female," I said. slut just laughed.

"Do you think they are going to leave us out here all night?" I asked.

"That's up to them," slut answered. "Don't you want to be with me all night?"

"We can't have sex all night," I answered. "We have to sleep sometime and I don't want one of them trying to get in my mouth or up my nose while I'm asleep."

Slave slut shuddered and said, "Now you've got me creeped out again." Then she lifted her head up high and said, "I know what to do!"

She shifted herself down- up on me- as much as her ropes would allow and then settled her cunt down onto my face.

"I'll protect your face with my legs and cunt," she said, "and if they walk over my ass, it will wake me up."

"I'm sorry," I said. "I can't bring my legs in to protect you."

"You don't have to," she replied, "I'm on top. I will put my head on your thigh and hope that you will wake up if something crawls over you."

So we cuddled up in that strange way and went to sleep. Once or twice slut jumped enough to wake me up and sure enough there was one of those guys walking down her ass crack. I waited for it to get too far down and fall off and then shook it off my face into the sand. Once it was me who jumped when I felt little claws prying at my pussy lips. I don't think it wanted to get in. It was just trying for more of my fluids.

When the moon came out, most of the crabs went back into their holes. They are pretty close to the bottom of the food chain and there are a lot of birds and other things- even at night- that love to catch them out on the sand away from their little homes.

The sun woke me shortly after it rose. A pillar was shading slut from the rising sun so she didn't awaken until almost an hour later. At least I think it was about an hour. It's not like I could look at my watch.

We both lay there for about another hour, occasionally muttering, "Damned mosquitos!" Then Master Bruce and Mistress Jane came walking up.

"Did you two have a wonderful night?" he asked cheerily.

"Did you know that slut is terrified of bugs- or crabs- crawling over her?" I asked. I tried to make it sound like just a question, but my anger must have showed in my voice.

Master Bruce's face suddenly contorted in surprise... and shame? "We didn't know," he said firmly.

"We knew about the bugs," said Mistress June, "but we never thought about the crabs being like... roaches."

She reached down and stroked slut's hair, almost like she was petting a dog, "We're sorry, slut, we didn't realize it would be like that for you. We didn't hear you shout your safeword, and it didn't look like you were in trouble. We didn't know."

"You were watching?" I asked incredulously.

"We weren't the only ones watching," Master Bruce said. He walked over and picked up a light-weight tripod with a cellphone mounted on the top of it. "Low light capability," he said, "and a high performance microphone. You were live-streaming." He patted the cellphone and said, "Your face wasn't visible, only your cunt."

"And we were actually just a little bit off shore," Mistress June added.

"We took turns keeping watch on you," Master Bruce said. "And Master Mickey and slave minnie were anchored at the cut," he added.

"One of use could have been here in just a few minutes if things got too intense." Mistress June said, petting slut's hair again and then asking softly, "Are you OK?"

Slave slut looked up at them and said, "slave suzie q helped me see that the crabs are just like horny little men."

When Master Bruce sputtered, "What?", slut laughed and said, "They are just after a hot pussy."

Both she and Master Bruce laughed. Then her voice got harsh and surprisingly firm, "But don't ever do this to me when there are roaches around. And NEVER AGAIN make me think you have abandoned me!"

"We had some other things planned for this morning," Master Bruce said softly, "but why don't we take you both out on the ocean to make it up to you."

"Thank you, Master," slut and I said in unison.

"If we are going to do that," Mistress June said as she bent down to untie slut, "we have to get you two released and then you have to stow all of suzie q's gear."

It only took a couple moments for Mistress June to release both of us, but it took almost a half-hour for slut and me to gather up all of my stuff and take it into the bunker. It would have been a little faster, but Mistress June asked me how the auto-retractors worked. I showed her the little arm that unfolded out of the back so you could wind up the spring.

"I have to do this about every other time I use them," I said. "That, or I have to pull the webbing out against the power of the spring. And I can't do that."

Master Bruce insisted on helping me reset all four of the retractors. I don't know if he was trying to be helpful or he knew that he could wind the spring way tighter than I could. The next time I used the retractors, I was really going to get stretched.

After all of my stuff was put away, I helped slut gather up the ropes and restraints that had come out of the big back pack. As she stuffed everything down inside the backpack, she took something out of a side pocket and set it behind the bag. Then she hefted the backpack up and swung it over her shoulders. As small as she was and as big as the backpack was, she ended up looking like some soldier or mountain climber.

She bounced her shoulders once or twice to settle the pack and then walked over and handed something to Mistress June. Slave slut stood there with her chin lifted up as Mistress June wrapped the leather collar around her throat and clipped a long leather leash to the front of it.

"Don't I get one, too?" I asked. "I am your slave for the weekend."

"I didn't know if you were willing to be led around in public," slut said, holding out another collar and leash. "Walking naked with a Master and Mistress isn't quite the same as being led through a crowd on a leash."

"She would know," I thought to myself as I stepped up to Mistress June and tilted my chin up. The collar felt slightly cold as Mistress wrapped it around my neck, but then it suddenly felt very hot when she clipped the leash to the front of it and handed the other end of the leash to Master Bruce. Had the collar actually heated up? Or did I suddenly realize that I was going to be led naked past anyone who might be on the island near the cut?

Mistress June pulled slightly on slut's leash and they started off. Master Bruce pulled on my leash and said, "The proper form is for you to walk so that the leash is hanging just slightly slack. Too slack, and it looks like you are just walking with us. Too tight and it looks like you don't accept the leash and are resisting. When it's just right, you look like a willing slave walking behind her Master or Mistress."

"I didn't realize being a slave could be so complicated," I said as I fell into step behind him.

As we walked, he said over his shoulder, "Notice the distance you are behind me. The leash should always be there, even when it isn't. A well-trained slave always walks at proper leash length behind her Master."

"Thank you, Master Bruce," I said as I adjusted my step slightly so the leather leash tightened just a little. It was now hanging in a bow like one of those big power lines.

I had hoped that there wouldn't be many people down by the cut, but Sundays must be naturist day behind the dunes. In the last mile there must have been a hundred or more people lying on the sand sunning themselves. I tried to just look straight ahead and ignore them. I wanted to crawl under the sand in shame, but then I heard one of them say as I walked past, "And that, my dear minnie, is how a proper slave walks behind her Master."

After that, I threw back my shoulders and smiled as I looked down at Master Bruce's feet walking in front of me. I was following behind him properly... like a well-trained slave.

The boat was anchored differently when we got there. It was much closer to the beach and the mast was folded down and lashed in place sticking out over the stern.

"There was no wind this morning, so we had to diesel her in," Master Bruce said. Then he added, "With the mast down, I could raise the centerboard and get much closer to the beach."

We only had to walk through ankle-deep water to reach the ladder. As we were climbing aboard, Master Bruce said, "Of course, pulling her in this close as the tide is flooding I could end up with her stuck on the sand as the tide goes out."

"What do you do then?" I asked.

"If I haven't waited too long," he said looking around, "and if only the tip of the bow is grounded, I might be able to power her back off. Otherwise we would just have to wait. Even Masters can't control everything."

Mistress June led us up to the bow and said, "Kneel here," pointing to the small deck area there. She took our leashes and looped them over a bright chrome cleat just ahead of the little flag pole with their season pass on it.

"That's just for show," she said. "If something happens the leashes should just slip off, but if they don't you have my permission to remove the leash and, if necessary, the collar."

I didn't know what might happen, but I realized that as Mistress, she had to think of all such things and look out for the safety of her slaves. Slave slut and I were kneeling there naked and leashed to the bow as Master Bruce slowly pulled the boat out into the inland waterway channel and then slowly maneuvered it through the cut and out onto the ocean. I looked over at slut and she was kneeling with her ass on her ankles, but her back was straight and her head was held high. She was displaying herself for anyone who wanted to see. I took a deep breath and copied her posture. I almost broke and lowered myself when we approached one of the local island cruise ships coming into port, but slut said firmly, "Posture!" and I straightened myself back up. By the time we passed the cruise ship, a puddle of my juices was starting to form between my feet.

As slut and I were staring out at the ocean, we were both startled by a loud cranking sound. She didn't break posture, but said quietly, "Master is putting down the centerboard. He'll come up here to put up the mast."

A few minutes later, Master Bruce stepped up right behind us. There was a thick white rope in his hands. He looked down at me and chuckled. "The mast is motorized, but it sometimes gets a little cranky and I have to give it a yank to keep the motor from stalling out."

He called out, "Ready," and I could hear the whine of an electric motor. The boat also began rocking in a strange sort of way. Once or twice, Master pulled hard on the rope and then finally there was a loud "Clunk," as the mast locked into place.