Bunker Bondage Babes

CAUTION! This is an extreme story, including rape, torture, and murder.

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Chapter 11 - Rebellion

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It was two weeks after Christmas, the first full week of 2006. I'd be leaving to return the first group of pregnant women and girls to LA after lunch. I gathered up a few things and loaded the van to get ready. I was deciding which of them I should take out of the Cell first as I unlocked the outer door and started walking back into the Bunker.

I heard GUNSHOTS from inside. I ran out before the door closed fully, then made sure it was closed and locked. I pressed the intercom button and shouted into the speaker, "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THERE?" I realized I must have stupidly left the safe in my bedroom unlocked after I put the knives away from dinner the night before. I had failed yet again.



Ivory's voice came over the speaker. "Master, open the door or we'll kill Goldie! We know you love her. We have your guns! Tell him!" I recognized the terror in her voice, as Goldie said, "Wayne, I tried to stop them, but Solana shot me in the arm! It's bleeding, and it hurts a lot! I'm so sorry, but I gave them the door codes. They said if I didn't, they would shoot me again! Help me! Please!"

Sarah or 'Goldie' loved me with a religious fervor. I knew she would kill for me, maybe even die for me. That had very little to do with what I felt about her. She had big tits, and her mouth and ass had been good to my dick. I thought fucking her was great and didn't want to lose my favorite plaything.

I considered my options. I knew the women would kill me, or at least try, if I let them out. Other than the pistols they had taken, I only had one firearm. I probably couldn't get past them to the vault in the storage room to retrieve my rifle. Even if I did, using it indoors would be like parallel parking a bus. It was far too big and slow for the task. Even if I had another handgun, I would be on the wrong side of a two-on-one shootout.

I could activate the fire suppression system, but knew there would only be enough chemical in it to suffocate those near the generator room. I tried to ignore it when I heard Goldie again. "EEEEE! Master! They're zapping me! Please stop them, Wayne! It hurts so much! AAAAAGH!"

I could talk to them, but I saw no chance of changing their minds. I heard Sarah sobbing in the background, as Ivory demanded, "Let us out! We'll keep hurting her until you do!"

If I left them locked inside, there was four months' worth of food in the Bunker, and they might survive a couple of months once it ran out. I could wait, but half a year would be a huge inconvenience. Goldie pleaded, "Master! Please! EEEEEH!"

Solana said, "I got the spare batteries from storage. I can shock her all day! OPEN IT!" I remembered I had zapped most of them dozens or hundreds of times. I ignored her and kept on thinking.

I could siphon some gas from the van's fuel tank and pour it in one of the air vents to start a fire, but they'd just run to another room. I didn't really want to wreck the place either. The big vent from the garage to the storage room would be big enough to crawl through, but I had steel bars put inside, in case any of my prisoners thought of that as an escape route. I could tear up my shirt and use it to block two or three of the vents to the other rooms, but there were eight, plus the big one. All the plastic bags were in the storage room, which I couldn't get to.

Goldie screamed again, "YIIIEEE! Please, Wayne! I love you! Please, help me! GAAAAAH!"

I wiped the sweat from my face, and suddenly realized what I needed to do. I took a bucket from the garage and used it as a shovel to dig up a metal box on the side of the Bunker. I opened it with a screwdriver, then killed my eight unborn children and the 16 women and girls in my home. It was a remarkably simple act. I flipped a switch, disconnecting the power.

They probably wouldn't notice when the generator started, like it did during the outages that happened several times a year. Once the generator was out of fuel in three or four days the well pump would quit. They'd quickly be out of water and die only a week or so later. It was much better than waiting half a year for them to starve. I wasn't happy about it, but I didn't see a better way.

The display on the door lock faded to black then returned, as the generator kicked in. I heard Ivory yell from the speaker, "OPEN IT, OR WE'LL ZAP HER AGAIN!" I laughed at the insignificance of her threat. If she were smarter, she would have shot Goldie's kids Lemon and Amber, to get Goldie even more upset, and be an example of how serious they were. It still wouldn't have worked though.

I only had a few things left to say to them. "In case any of you were wondering, Tawny was my cousin, and I got rid of her and her kid by burying them alive. I decapitated Scarlett with a rifle shot, then fucked her headless throat. You watched me kill little Cherry with my cock. Murdering all of you was even easier. Yes, I said 'was'. You don't realize it yet, but you're dead."

"What do you mean? What did you do? You better let us out of here!"

They'd have no idea what I meant, until the pipes ran dry. The uncertainty and desperation would slowly build over the days. If only I could have seen it! I planned to imagine them dying afraid and in the dark while I masturbated that night.

I used the pail to bury the entrance, in case anybody got extremely lucky guessing the lock combination. I'd travel around and scout for new pets, then return in a month or so. I'd handle what was left of them when I got back.

I had another realization that made me furious with myself. Things were much worse than I had thought! I hadn't bought screens for most of the air vents, only the big one! A few bugs had gotten inside the Bunker before, but that was rare since it was out in the desert. The smell of bodies would attract lots of them. I hated bugs!

It would take a lot of time and effort, but I'd build a new toy collection. I learned my lesson, and would never forget to lock anything again.

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