Freelance...

Another day of walking, along busted and crumbling roads that were clogged with plant growth. Your owner helping you... guiding you through the dangers that might have otherwise harmed you. Two, three, four, five days more walking, surrendering yourself to the man who owns you. Each morning you swallow another pink pill, each night Dunik has his pleasure with your soft body. The more pills you swallow the less you think about finding your father, returning to the life that you had before with the others in the bunker. The less what Dunik is doing with you bothers you, a part of you knows the pills are destroying your mind as much as your male-hood. And yet you can't find the will power to stop taking them, as you grow into more and more of an airhead. And while the pills are destroying parts of you... other parts they seem to be making so much better. Your chest had grown so much, that you have to start wearing the bra Dunik bought for you. And those new breasts are soooooo sensitive, your thick nipples screaming to be touched by Dunik's rough fingers. A tiny sliver of the man you were, screaming and raging at you to not be a simpering fool. But the less that part seems to matter to you... Dunik is grinning as he withholds the pills making you beg for them now.

Taunting you about what they are doing to you, even as you whimper and beg him to give you another one. By the fifth day, your sucking his dick clean every morning to get the next pill. Tasting the inside of your own ass, on that big cock as he looks down at you sneering. “You love that don'tcha bitch?”

“Oh Yes daddy... I love your big hard cock.” You simper meekly, bathing his sweaty, musky crotch with your tongue as you desire nothing more in the world than pleasing your owner. As he pulls his trousers up, popping the promised pill into your eager mouth while getting ready for another day of walking.

“Your his ****... he has turned you into his ****... you dumb-ass... you allowed this to happen.” That rebellious bit in your head squeaks, so small and muted now that you can barely hear it at all. Climbing to your feet you hand Dunik your leash, and then begin walking in the direction he pointed. However today was different, as the road ahead of you is blocked by the rumbled of fallen buildings. Dunik carefully directs you to a small ancient structure, the words 'Subway' is printed on the battered concrete shelter. Walking to the front you see a stairway leading down into the ground, slowly you walk the steps into the tunnel. Amazingly there are still dim emergency lights flickering, you get the idea that someone has been looking after things. Dunik walks around beside of you, the hallway curves around past closed gray metal doors. A line of turnstiles blocking the way, you move over to where one has been removed. A bit farther on you see old snack machines, most have been smashed and looted years before. One cola machine is still flicking, walking up to it Dunik picks up some coins that spilled onto the floor from a smashed machine. Putting them in and hitting a few buttons, until a old glass bottle drops out into the slot. Picking it up he uses the opener in the face of the machine to pop the top off the bottle, lifting it to his lip's to take a long drink before shoving bottle into your hands. Your shocked to feel how cold the glass is, slowly you take a gulps and wince as the carbonation burns your nose. “Wow people use to really drink this...” You asked looking over at your owner, Dunik smirks taking the bottle back and finishing it off. The taste of the cola is surprisingly sweet, as you lick your lip's you can kind of understand why.

“Its odd I know... but these things grow on ya.” He toss the empty bottle in a old metal tube label 'Trash', before guiding you down yet another set of stairs. Down onto the dark platform, the old subway station has a number of trains sitting there. The tunnels going in one direction having collapsed, Dunik guides you into the tunnels going the other way. “We'll be coming up in a settlement soon.” He explained, as you stumble along through the dark subway tunnels with only his chem light to show you the way. “It's a good sized place... the locals call his Crater city. We're out of food... and low on trade goods so you'll be working freelance in Madam Ro's house of delights.”