THE YARDS ---Kaylee's Story Part 2
Posted: Tue May 02, 2023 3:19 pm
Part 2 is here I hope that you all enjoy. I would love to hear what you think.
THE YARDS
Chapter 2
I caught up with Morgan in front of school on our first day back. We just looked at each other for a moment, neither of us knowing what to say broke into a fit of laughter. We were both laughing hard and threw our arms around each other as the tears flowed down our cheeks.
“I missed you so much,” she squeezed me crying into my shoulder.
“Same you stupid goat,” I said laughing, “let's not do that again, ok.” She gave me one last squeeze, and we headed into the building wiping the tears away and talking about what classes we had, which ones we looked forward to, and which ones were going to bore us to death.
“Did you get notified in time about the slave class requirement for us to graduate?”
“I did, and my dad is pissed. He is trying to get me out of it on a religious exemption.”
“Really do you think it will work?”
“I don't know but I hope they decide fast so I can pick the a different class if I need to and not get stuck with something terrible.'' As we walked and talked in the hallway it felt like everything with the fair had been forgotten, until we turned and saw Miss Pierce. She made eye contact with me, and I knew she was headed our way. “Shit her she comes,” I mumbled under my breath looking down and away from her.
“Who?” Morgan asked turning to where I had been looking, “Oh fuck lets go!” She grabbed my hand pulling me into the courtyard. It was full of students walking back and forth between the two wings of campus. We quickly ducked and dodged our way through our classmates ignoring her as she called out our names. We slipped into the west hall breathing a sigh of relief. “I am so glad I do not have her for any classes this semester.”
“Me too, but we won’t be able to avoid her for the whole year.” We looked at each other for a moment each thinking about our plight.
“Briiirrrrnngggg”
“Oh, shit time to go. I will catch you at lunch.” I started to move away toward my AP English class.
“Sounds good.” she called back and disappeared into the crowd of students.
English was a bit of a bore, period two was not much better with astronomy, and my favorite class of the day so far was current events. Mr. Matthews, the current events teacher, was new to the school. He was young, just out of college for only a year or two, and OMG he was cute! I stared at him as he spoke. I was lost in his eyes as he spoke to the class, and the only thing that brought me out of my daydream state was when he said the words “34th amendment”. My ears perked up as he explained that we would be spending a few weeks discussing the 34th amendment. He went on to say we would be discussing the new laws and economic changes in the north and Midwest that have had positive impacts causing the slave culture to see growth in those states where it had been stagnate. Looking around the room I tried to judge what the other students were thinking, but it was difficult to tell, and I just hoped my own excitement about the topic was not easy to read.
When the bell rang for lunch Morgan was waiting by the door for me to arrive. “Hey, how are your classes going?”
I was a bit out of breath and excited from my last class, but I was not going to tell her that. “Looks to be a boring year,” I lied as we moved to get into the lunch line.
“Fucking sucks,” she grumbled, “can I get some mashed potatoes please.” holding up her plate for the server in the cafeteria.
“Really why you didn’t run into Miss Pierce did you?”
“Maybe worse, I have Political Science second period.”
“OH shit”
“Oh shit yes, Pervy Mr. Talbert”
“OMG what happened? Did he say anything? What did you do? What did you say? Oh, fuck does he know I was there too? Oh, shit we are so dead! How are we going to do this?” I started to hyperventilate trying to keep from crying and making a scene in the lunchroom.
“SHHHHH and calm down will you” Morgan was gripping my arm, her nails digging into my flesh. I looked at my arm then up at her, “it’s fine he just caught me as I was leaving his class and said he enjoyed seeing us at the fair, and asked if we were thinking about working there next year, and he had this stupid shit eating grin on his face.”
“Really? I pulled my arm away as her grip loosened. Picking up my fork, “what did you say?”
“I told him he would have to pay a lot more than $100 to have a go at one of us”.
“WHAT?” I nearly shouted, and several students looked our way.
“SHHHHH would you!” Blushing, I stabbed some lettuce and shoved a fork full of salad into my mouth. “He just looked at my tits and said we would be worth it.”
“What else did he say”, asking as I chewed on my bunny food.
“I did not give him a chance to say anything. I just spun around, and got out of the room as soon as possible.”
Swallowing my bite, “Are you going to report him?”
“How can I do that? We tell on him then he tells on us, and we all get in trouble, and that is not the kind of trouble I want to deal with.”
I looked into her face. Her cheeks were red, and she was fighting back tears. “I’m sorry he said that to you.” We both picked at our food for a few moments neither of us eating or saying anything.
The crackling of the school pa system interrupted our self-pity party, and everyone's lunch as the room went silent waiting for the announcement.
“Morgan Combs, and Kaylee Miller please report to the office, Morgan Combs and Kaylee Miller to the school office” and then the PA cracked off and the cafeteria filled with voices again. I looked up from my tray to see Morgan's face was pale, and I assumed she must be filled with the same dread that I was feeling. We stood up and solemnly made our way to the office, no doubt that our late summer escapade had been revealed.
We were both silent as we approached the office, my legs felt the weight of the world pulling in any direction but the office, but still I walked.
“Talbert said something I just know it,” Morgan whispered under her breath.
I just swallowed hard and kept moving to the door. I grasped the warm steel handle and pulled it open watching Morgan lead the way into the room as I followed. The school secretary looked up and just pointed to the counselor’s office.
Miss Peirce was sitting at the school counselor's desk. When I saw her, I felt a moment of relief but it was quickly replaced with a greater sense of dread and immense guilt. “Miss Pierce I am so so sorry”, I started to babble. “We never meant for any of”.
“Come in and have a seat please,” she motioned to the two empty chairs in front of the desk. “And if you don’t mind shutting the door, Kaylee.” Closing the door behind me I kept my eyes down as I slipped into the chair. Our breathing was the only sound in the room. Morgan and I stared at our shoes waiting for our teacher to say something, anything. “First, I want to tell you that I am not upset or angry with either of you”. The quiet that seemed like a lifetime was finally broken.
I looked up at her tears in my eyes. I was about to say something, but Morgan beat me to it.
“Miss Pierce we never meant for anyone to get hurt, especially you. You are one of our favorite teachers. We are so, so sorry. I could hear Morgan’s voice cracking, holding back tears herself as she spoke.
“It’s ok really, I am just glad I was able to keep the two of you safe. The slavers affiliated with the fair and carnival are not a group of people you want to be indentured to believe me.” She was silent for a moment as I raised my eyes to meet hers.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“Although I know I did the right thing, and had both of you spared a terrible fate. I am not happy with my consequences in the matter, and the two of you are going to make it up to me”. I want to talk to both of you more about what went on, what you saw, and my expectations going forward. School however is not the time nor the place to do that.” She slid papers across the desk to both of us. “This is my address. I want to see both of you there at 4:30 today.”
I reached up and took my paper from the desk. The butterflies in my stomach started to calm down. I stood up and left the room, with Morgan following behind me. The bell rang again.
“Shit we are going to be late for class, I will come by your house and pick you up after school”.
“Ok thanks, see you later.” I moved quickly through the halls to my next class.
The rest of the day was a blur and I was a bundle of nerves. When I got home I changed into some more comfortable clothes, A pink tank top that just struggled to keep my breasts in, jean shorts, and some tennis shoes. I got a sweet tea from the fridge and went to the porch to wait for Morgan to arrive. My mom pulled up just as I sat down.
“Hey sweetie, how was your first day of your last year of school?”
“Hey Mom, it was really good.”
“Whatcha doing out here?”
“Morgan is on her way over, and we were going to run, get some food and hang out. There is a big project that we thought we would look at a little bit and maybe get a jump on it.”
She kissed my forehead, “ok have fun don’t stay out too late, and be sure not to go out where people will see you. You know how your father feels about you wearing clothes like that outside of the house”.
“Jeez mom, nothing is wrong with my clothes.”
“I know honey it is just that your dad doesn….”.
Just then Morgan pulled up and honked her horn. Mom and I both looked and saw Morgan smiling and waving through the driver's side window. “Hi Mrs. Miller, how are you?”
“Good honey, don’t you go driving fast to keep my baby safe.” she said as I was already down the steps and halfway to her car.
“You know me, I will keep her out of trouble.”
I almost spit my tea out when she said that. I turned back as I opened the car door. “Bye Momma tell Daddy I won't be home too late and not to worry.” I slipped into the seat and closed the door. “Let's get out of here”.
“Bye Mrs. Miller,” Morgan waved at my mother as she pulled away from the curb and drove us away.
Once we were around the block where I knew my mom’s super hearing would not work. “What do you think she has in mind?”
“I can't think about it. I feel like I am going to vomit every time I try to think about it, and now I just can't,” and the remainder of the drive was in silence.
Morgan slowed down as we approached our teacher's house. She lived in a small ranch home on what looked like a quiet street. A woman walking a little snowball of a dog watched us as she walked by. I was guessing she was trying to decide if we were up to no good. I smiled and waved as the car came to a stop. I quickly opened the car door and hopped out. “Oh, what a cute puppy. Can I pet her?” I stepped toward the woman, and she relaxed seeing that we were not there to mug and steal her purse.
“Sure, this is Lucy.”
“Hi Lucy''. I scratched Lucy’s ears, “who is a pretty doggie?” I cooed before standing back up. “Thank you”.
I moved to the walkway up to Miss Pierce’s house with Morgan close behind, and just as we were about to ring her door bell, she opened the door. “Come on in.” Miss Pierce smiled and was pleasant as she welcomed us into her home. I was startled and hesitated for a moment, not sure what to do, but it was Morgan moving past me and ducking into the house that got my feet moving. “Follow me,” she said as she shut the door behind me, moving quickly into the living room and around the corner into the dining room. We followed close behind her, and saw a bunch of her school papers all laid out on the table, but she moved on and into the kitchen then to the frig. “Can I get either of you something to drink?”
“No mam I’m fine,” It did not feel right. She was being too friendly, and I was not going to drink anything that she put in front of me.
“I’ll have some lemonade if you have it,” I looked at Morgan confused. How could she be ordering a drink like we were at the Applebee’s.
“Of course, please have a seat,” she motioned to her kitchen table. Morgan and I both slipped into chairs at the table. She had turned her back to us, getting a pitcher from the frig, and opening one of the cabinets to get cups. This was the first time I had ever really paid any attention to her. Her blonde hair came half way down her back of her light blue floral top. It was long and covered most of her bright fluorescent green running shorts. Then my eyes saw the purple, and blue flesh on the back of her thighs. I shook my head for a moment, my mind not rationalizing what I was seeing. My hand went to my mouth, my eyes wide when I realized the back of her thighs were covered in fading bruises. She turned with two glasses of lemonade in her hands, and I must have had a look of fear and shock on my face. When our eyes met, she just smiled at me.
“Miss Pierce I'm so so sorry.” I could feel my eyes starting to tear up again. I really felt like I needed to get control of myself, always benign on the verge of tears. I needed to be stronger. She moved quickly to the table, setting one glass in front of Morgan and the other in front of her chair. She sat down and took my hand.
“Don’t you worry I knew what I was getting myself into.”
“But, bu…”
“I said not to worry, it's time to move on.”
Morgan finally spoke, “Miss Pierce we are so sorry about everything, and we will do whatever it takes to make it up to you.”
I quickly turned my head to look at Morgan my mind racing, ‘WAIT ONE FUCKING MOMENT, SPEAK FOR YOURSELF!” screamed in my head. “Umm yeah what can we do to help get you out of this mess?” I said, turning back to look at her.
“Look it is ok I knew what I was in for when I signed up in high school, and I knew what I was in for when I agreed to be an NL to get the two of you off the hook”. She looked hard at us; it seemed that her sweet face was shifting to determination right before our eyes.
“What is an NL slave, and how could you sign up for slavery when you were still in high school?” I felt like Morgan was pushing it with the questions. I just wanted to see why we were here and move past this by putting it as far in the rearview mirror as I could.
“NL is a No Limits slave, and yes I signed up in high school as I was preparing to go to college.”
“Really? Before college, how were you able to go to college after becoming a slave?”
“Well as you know there is still some national staffing shortages in the US Nursing, social work, and teaching. There are now loan opportunities out there if you are willing to agree to a limited enslavement agreement. This is an agreement where you have your freedom during the normal school year, but you agree to serve your owner during scheduled break times. It is kind of like a work study program, and if you can come to terms with this type of enslavement you can have your entire education paid for. It is an amazing government program that helps you pay for your education, with no risk of getting behind on loans, and ending up with a collar anyway.” She took a breath, had a sip of her lemonade and went on. “Going into this type of indentured service you are allowed to set limits. Then based on those limits a slave value and ROI can be determined, and in turn determine how long you enter into your service slave agreement”.
“Oh, sure I get it so the more limits, the less retail value, the more time you serve to pay for the unpaid balances of your education.” I chimed in, smiling proud of myself for figuring it out.
“Correct Kaylee, I did not want any permanent markings other than those required by law..I also restricted my service time and the sex acts I could be subjected to.”
We both must have had bewildered looks of confusion on our faces, as she spoke. Sex is sex I thought.
Sensing our confusion, “I did not want to do porn, I did not want a bunch of high school boys to find movies of me online and share them with parents, faculty, and staff.” I smiled at her and looked over at Morgan who was nodding her head. “ I also want to be as close to home as possible, and anonymous as possible, and I definitely did not want to end up in some Mexican brothel doing donkey shows.”
“What is a donkey show I never heard of it?” Morgan looked confused again. I didn't say anything, not wanting to let on that I did in fact know what one was. When you have a father that tries to control every aspect of your life, there are things you do to feel like you have some power, and that you are in control. For me it was looking at all of the things he preached and stood against. I got a thrill learning as much as I could about the things that seemed so off limits and taboo in our home. I found a donkey show on the internet by accident. I spent the next hour or so mesmerized by how adaptable a woman’s body is.
“You should look it up on the internet.” Miss Pierce took another drink of her lemonade, but this time it was a long drink. “This was my last summer of service. I was just 3 weeks away from getting my contract stamped, and being free again.” Then looked at both of us solemnly, “the two of you kind of screwed that up for me,” she clenched her teeth and I could tell she was fighting back tears.
“I am so sorry”, Morgan said as we both were looking anywhere but our teacher.
She straightened up in her chair and running her fingers up and down the sweating glass in front of her, “It’s fine, but the two of you have prolonged my enslavement, so the two of you are going to assist me through it,’ She lifted the glass to her lips taking another sip.
“Ummm ok so would you like us to help you around the house, grade your papers, mow your lawn”, Morgan was thinking like me with a “servant's heart" as my dad would call it
“Yeah, we will do all of your housework and stuff while you're gone, and like whatever else you need. I can cook alright if you wan..”
She slammed her lemonade down,” would you two shut up. I don’t need housework or my yard mowed. This whole thing is going to leave me with other needs that you are going to help me with”. Her eyes narrowed on both of us and spoke blunt and to the point. “Now the two of you are going to help me deal with some of the issues that I now have to deal with.” She looked at us both, her cheeks red, nose flaring as she inhaled and exhaled. “What I have agreed to is going to put some strain on my mental and physical health over the next year,” she sighed and leaned back in her chair and looked at the ceiling. “The man you met is going to get everything he possibly can out of me. He is going to want to feel like he’s his money's worth. Knowing what it was like serving him as restricted as I was, I have no doubt that this is going to be a rough year for me.”
She paused looking at both of us. Not knowing what to do I just nodded my head.
“Yeah, I know about that, like there are therapists that help slaves cope and stuff.” Morgan popped in.
“Yes that and some other things to help.”
“Like what?” It was my turn to ask the question. I just hoped I could contain my excitement.
“I will need your help with transportation, getting me back and forth from where I need to be. I might need help getting ready, and then definitely help me back here after the end of the weekend. I am sure I will be in no shape to drive.”
Morgan reached over to hold my hand, “Miss Pierce we got this, we will help you however we can and however you need us.”
She leaned forward reaching across the table taking our hands in Her’s. “Thank you, girls, you don't understand how nice it feels to know you have a support system going into this.” She gave our hands a squeeze and leaned back in her chair, “There is something that we will need to do to protect your safety.” She paused again looking at us. We will need to get both of you graded, and you will need to sign power of attorney over to me. ``
We both looked at her stunned, unable to talk, as she went on.
“To keep you safe and avoid anything bad happening or a forced or trick enslavement I will be your owner during these time frames. That way in a worst-case scenario I will retain ownership of the both of you to prevent anything really bad from happening.”
We just stared at her. My mind was trying to rationalize the logic of becoming a slave to our teacher in order to be safe. It did not feel safe but what she said made sense. She wanted us to give her temporary ownership on these weekends so we could not be taken or sold against our will.
“I um yeah sure whatever we need to do to help you out, I just don’t think I can,” I paused for a moment and looked back and forth between Morgan and Miss Pierce, “I ,,,I ummm I’m a virgin.” My face was on fire with embarrassment, “ I was thinking after school was out, I mean my plan was to,” I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry, “ to sell my virginity at auction, and then bank the money to pay for college or maybe not go to college at all and invest it.”
“You sneaky little slut, I thought you told me you slept with Kenny Tarpin?” Morgan said slowly, deliberately and open mouthed.
“I told you that so you would stop bugging me,” she let go of my hand and crossed her arms.
“You lying slut! We’re best friends! You don’t lie to your best friend!”
“Geez I’m sorry it was just you would not let up about losing my cherry, and so I lied to you sorry!” I crossed my own arms and glared across the table staring through our teacher.
“Ok are you two done?” her tone was stern as she looked back and forth between us. She looked at us, her head cocked and her eyebrows up and waited for us to finish. Morgan was the first to nod yes first and I followed suit. “Good! Now the virgin thing is not a big deal we will make sure when you get graded that they take special precautions with you, and good choice about waiting you can do way better than Kenny Tarpin.” she looked back at Morgan then to me, “are you free this weekend to go to the city?”
“Um so soon, I mean you just told us about this. I mean it is a lot to digest.” I was babbling on and on my mind reeling from how quickly everything was happening. We had only been there less than 20 minutes, and had been told we would be chauffeur to our teacher who we condemned to more sexual servitude, and that we would be graded in an effort to keep us safe in this wild sex slave world we would be getting dangerously close to.
“Yes, we are free.” Morgan cut me off and answered for both of us. Her voice sounded weird to me though I could not tell if it was excitement or fear in her tone. “There are a lot of college prep things we can tell our parents we are doing, and they won't question us.”
I looked at her and accepted what she said. I nodded along. “Sure, I can think of something to tell them.”
“I was going to have to get graded anyway, since my grades are not good enough to get any scholarships”.
“I have some thoughts on what to tell your parents.” Miss Pierce chimed in, “I thought that you could tell your parents that the two of you have been accepted into a mentoring program. Tell them you will be tutoring in the area, and I am the teacher liaison for it. I have it already set up in the school, but I had not told them the name of the two students assisting me with the project. Your parents should be excited for something that the two of you can add to your high school transcripts.”
“That could work.” I smiled, feeling a small nugget of fire building, over what we were about to do as well as the pleasure I felt with getting away with something from my parents.
“Ok it is settled then. We start next weekend so let your parents know we leave right after school and we won't be back till Sunday. Then in two weeks I have my first long weekend with Labor Day, so we will be there for 4 days. Will either of you have a problem coming up with a story?”
The speed of how quickly this was moving was giving me a headache. My emotions were going up and down with each word that she said.
“No I can do it”, Morgan finally said and I simply shook my head.
We were only there for 45 minutes or so, before we left. Those 45 minutes and the drive back to my house were all a blur with Morgan and I not saying a word to each other. I had no idea what she was thinking, but as my mind was in overdrive with all of the possibilities of the year to come, I could feel my pussy getting wet. I was light headed and didn’t realize Morgan was talking to me and the car had stopped.
“HELLO, I need to get home and you need to get out of my car.”
I looked at her in a daze, “um yeah ok see you tomorrow.” I got out of her car, and waved slightly as she pulled away driving down to the corner and turned out of sight.
“I’m home, “I called out as I closed the door behind me. I could hear the tv on in the living room and the smell of fried chicken was in the air. My stomach growled, and I realized how hungry I was.
“We’re in the kitchen.” I felt tired and the last thing I wanted to do was face my parents. I felt like they would see through any story that I would tell them and find out all the secrets in my heart.
I stepped into the kitchen and saw my mom and dad sitting at the breakfast bar with a bucket of fried chicken and all of the sides open and dished out on their plates. “Hi,” my stomach growled again loud enough for my parents to hear.
“Are you hungry? I thought you were having dinner with Morgan and hanging out?” My mom got up and got a plate from the cabinet as I took my seat at the end of the bar.
“We were supposed to but then we ran into Miss Pierce and she told us some exciting news, then Morgan's mom called and she had to leave before we could get anything ordered.” My mom already had some mashed potatoes and gravy on my plate and was pointing her finger back and forth between a leg and thigh as I talked. “I will have both, I really didn’t have much for lunch either.”
“So, princess tell us about this exciting news you have.” My father looked at me with raised eyebrows as he took another bite of his chicken breast. The juice running down his chin.
“Well, like I said we ran into Miss Pierce in the parking lot of Big Taco, and she told us that Morgan and I were selected for a mentoring project that we signed up for last year.” I took a bite of my chicken leg savoring the flavor of the first food I have eaten all day.
“Oh honey that is wonderful,” My Mom touched my hand and as she wiped her face from the chicken crumbs. “What does that mean exactly?”
Smiling at my parents while I tried to quickly chew my food and swallow, I was also trying to hold down my nerves. I had to play it cool. I had to get them to buy into it. My Mom handed me her glass of water, and took a sip. It was now or never. “It is this really great opportunity to help underprivileged kids in Omaha and the region. We will help tutor them as well as helping them their reading skills. The main focus is to give these young people opportunities away from a life of crime, poverty, and worse yet enslavement.” I smiled to myself. I was dropping all of the best words that I knew my mom and especially my dad would eat up.
“That sounds great, although I don’t like the idea of you going to Omaha, what precautions will be taken.” My father held his fork with mashed potatoes on it, gravy dripping on his plate. He had paused his feast long enough to interject his opinion.
“We will be safe. She has a special grant that covers everything. It is one weekend a month, and we go to different places every time. She also said that sometimes we may be asked to do tutoring over our school breaks.” I took another drink trying to maintain eye contact the best I could. “I am really excited about what this will mean on my transcripts,” then looking straight at my father, “Daddy just think how many young girls that we might be able to keep out of slavery, I mean I could really change a life.” I took a big bite of my drumstick looking back and forth between my parents.
“It sounds wonderful honey; don't you think Jacob?'' She took a sip of her water.
Her Dad struggled to be positive about anything that might not be his own ideas or if he could not be in some kind of control. She felt like it was killing him that she had now turned 18 and could do anything she wanted.
“It’s fine but you're not wearing clothes like that when you go. I expect you to be not only a representative of the school, but also the community, the church, and especially this family. Is that understood?” His tone was stern as he looked at her.
I looked back at him trying to see if he suspected anything, “sure Daddy. The last thing I want is a bunch of underprivileged people being distracted by me while I am trying to help them.”
“Exactly!”
“May I be excused; I have some homework I need to do.”
“Of course, sweetheart take your plate with you, bring it down later when you're done.”
“Thanks Mom.’
I got up picking up my plate and heading up to my room, smiling to myself as I left. I felt elated by this victory.
I closed and locked my door behind me, setting my plate on my dresser. I did not hesitate to pull off my shorts and shirt and flopped down on my bed. My tablet was on the bookshelf beside the bed and I turned it on and waited for it to scan my face. Once the main screen was up I navigated through a couple of screens until I was able to log into my private VPN. Once logged in I went directly to Sex Slave Broadcasting Network or SSBN. It was my favorite site that I kept hidden from my parents. It had movies, instructional videos, and news all related to the 34th amendment. I went to my profile and clicked on favorites and quickly scrolled through the many pics and videos I had saved until I found the title I was looking for. “Slave 6969-Dildo training”, this was one of my favorite slave 6969 videos, and maybe my favorite overall. I pushed play and waited through two ads. One was about technology to increase penis size, and endurance for men. The second was a teaser for an upcoming slave reality show where they would follow slaves from grading to auction and beyond.
The video finally started with a close up of slave 6969’s pussy and ass. I slipped in my ear buds as the camera pulled back showing that her ass had a bright red plug in it and she was easily moving a flesh colored dildo in and out of her pussy. The camera pulls back further to show that her hands were bound together with thick leather cuffs, and her legs were held wide apart by a chrome spreader bar. She had mean looking clamps digging into the tender flesh of her nipples, and a ring gag holding her jaw open. I moved my finger across the progress bar and skipped to my favorite part.
Slave 6969 was now bound on her hands and knees with a strap around her hips that ran up to the ceiling. She couldn’t go anywhere. Her master then manipulated the device she was attached to causing her knees to be spread wide opening up access to her swollen pussy. Another slave with a large horse strap on dildo stepped behind her. I licked my lips as I looked at the massive dildo. The head of it was flared out and wider than the shaft of it. The slave stepped closer and started to run the head up and down 6969’s waiting pussy. I started to rub mine in time with the slave. My other hand found my breast, and I started to squeeze it through my bra. The flared head was separating her folds and teasing to get in. I was running my fingers across my clit and up and down the inside of my labia. “Enter her!” came the command from the unseen master's voice. The slave gripped 6969’s hips and pushed forward. The wide head of the dildo hesitated for a moment then suddenly popped into her. I pinched my clit, rubbing it frantically between my fingers. 6969 screamed out as her pussy was violated by the massive intruder. I screamed into my pillow, closing my thighs tight on my hand as an orgasm surged through my body. I fell asleep to moans, skin slapping, and the occasional scream.
THE YARDS
Chapter 2
I caught up with Morgan in front of school on our first day back. We just looked at each other for a moment, neither of us knowing what to say broke into a fit of laughter. We were both laughing hard and threw our arms around each other as the tears flowed down our cheeks.
“I missed you so much,” she squeezed me crying into my shoulder.
“Same you stupid goat,” I said laughing, “let's not do that again, ok.” She gave me one last squeeze, and we headed into the building wiping the tears away and talking about what classes we had, which ones we looked forward to, and which ones were going to bore us to death.
“Did you get notified in time about the slave class requirement for us to graduate?”
“I did, and my dad is pissed. He is trying to get me out of it on a religious exemption.”
“Really do you think it will work?”
“I don't know but I hope they decide fast so I can pick the a different class if I need to and not get stuck with something terrible.'' As we walked and talked in the hallway it felt like everything with the fair had been forgotten, until we turned and saw Miss Pierce. She made eye contact with me, and I knew she was headed our way. “Shit her she comes,” I mumbled under my breath looking down and away from her.
“Who?” Morgan asked turning to where I had been looking, “Oh fuck lets go!” She grabbed my hand pulling me into the courtyard. It was full of students walking back and forth between the two wings of campus. We quickly ducked and dodged our way through our classmates ignoring her as she called out our names. We slipped into the west hall breathing a sigh of relief. “I am so glad I do not have her for any classes this semester.”
“Me too, but we won’t be able to avoid her for the whole year.” We looked at each other for a moment each thinking about our plight.
“Briiirrrrnngggg”
“Oh, shit time to go. I will catch you at lunch.” I started to move away toward my AP English class.
“Sounds good.” she called back and disappeared into the crowd of students.
English was a bit of a bore, period two was not much better with astronomy, and my favorite class of the day so far was current events. Mr. Matthews, the current events teacher, was new to the school. He was young, just out of college for only a year or two, and OMG he was cute! I stared at him as he spoke. I was lost in his eyes as he spoke to the class, and the only thing that brought me out of my daydream state was when he said the words “34th amendment”. My ears perked up as he explained that we would be spending a few weeks discussing the 34th amendment. He went on to say we would be discussing the new laws and economic changes in the north and Midwest that have had positive impacts causing the slave culture to see growth in those states where it had been stagnate. Looking around the room I tried to judge what the other students were thinking, but it was difficult to tell, and I just hoped my own excitement about the topic was not easy to read.
When the bell rang for lunch Morgan was waiting by the door for me to arrive. “Hey, how are your classes going?”
I was a bit out of breath and excited from my last class, but I was not going to tell her that. “Looks to be a boring year,” I lied as we moved to get into the lunch line.
“Fucking sucks,” she grumbled, “can I get some mashed potatoes please.” holding up her plate for the server in the cafeteria.
“Really why you didn’t run into Miss Pierce did you?”
“Maybe worse, I have Political Science second period.”
“OH shit”
“Oh shit yes, Pervy Mr. Talbert”
“OMG what happened? Did he say anything? What did you do? What did you say? Oh, fuck does he know I was there too? Oh, shit we are so dead! How are we going to do this?” I started to hyperventilate trying to keep from crying and making a scene in the lunchroom.
“SHHHHH and calm down will you” Morgan was gripping my arm, her nails digging into my flesh. I looked at my arm then up at her, “it’s fine he just caught me as I was leaving his class and said he enjoyed seeing us at the fair, and asked if we were thinking about working there next year, and he had this stupid shit eating grin on his face.”
“Really? I pulled my arm away as her grip loosened. Picking up my fork, “what did you say?”
“I told him he would have to pay a lot more than $100 to have a go at one of us”.
“WHAT?” I nearly shouted, and several students looked our way.
“SHHHHH would you!” Blushing, I stabbed some lettuce and shoved a fork full of salad into my mouth. “He just looked at my tits and said we would be worth it.”
“What else did he say”, asking as I chewed on my bunny food.
“I did not give him a chance to say anything. I just spun around, and got out of the room as soon as possible.”
Swallowing my bite, “Are you going to report him?”
“How can I do that? We tell on him then he tells on us, and we all get in trouble, and that is not the kind of trouble I want to deal with.”
I looked into her face. Her cheeks were red, and she was fighting back tears. “I’m sorry he said that to you.” We both picked at our food for a few moments neither of us eating or saying anything.
The crackling of the school pa system interrupted our self-pity party, and everyone's lunch as the room went silent waiting for the announcement.
“Morgan Combs, and Kaylee Miller please report to the office, Morgan Combs and Kaylee Miller to the school office” and then the PA cracked off and the cafeteria filled with voices again. I looked up from my tray to see Morgan's face was pale, and I assumed she must be filled with the same dread that I was feeling. We stood up and solemnly made our way to the office, no doubt that our late summer escapade had been revealed.
We were both silent as we approached the office, my legs felt the weight of the world pulling in any direction but the office, but still I walked.
“Talbert said something I just know it,” Morgan whispered under her breath.
I just swallowed hard and kept moving to the door. I grasped the warm steel handle and pulled it open watching Morgan lead the way into the room as I followed. The school secretary looked up and just pointed to the counselor’s office.
Miss Peirce was sitting at the school counselor's desk. When I saw her, I felt a moment of relief but it was quickly replaced with a greater sense of dread and immense guilt. “Miss Pierce I am so so sorry”, I started to babble. “We never meant for any of”.
“Come in and have a seat please,” she motioned to the two empty chairs in front of the desk. “And if you don’t mind shutting the door, Kaylee.” Closing the door behind me I kept my eyes down as I slipped into the chair. Our breathing was the only sound in the room. Morgan and I stared at our shoes waiting for our teacher to say something, anything. “First, I want to tell you that I am not upset or angry with either of you”. The quiet that seemed like a lifetime was finally broken.
I looked up at her tears in my eyes. I was about to say something, but Morgan beat me to it.
“Miss Pierce we never meant for anyone to get hurt, especially you. You are one of our favorite teachers. We are so, so sorry. I could hear Morgan’s voice cracking, holding back tears herself as she spoke.
“It’s ok really, I am just glad I was able to keep the two of you safe. The slavers affiliated with the fair and carnival are not a group of people you want to be indentured to believe me.” She was silent for a moment as I raised my eyes to meet hers.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“Although I know I did the right thing, and had both of you spared a terrible fate. I am not happy with my consequences in the matter, and the two of you are going to make it up to me”. I want to talk to both of you more about what went on, what you saw, and my expectations going forward. School however is not the time nor the place to do that.” She slid papers across the desk to both of us. “This is my address. I want to see both of you there at 4:30 today.”
I reached up and took my paper from the desk. The butterflies in my stomach started to calm down. I stood up and left the room, with Morgan following behind me. The bell rang again.
“Shit we are going to be late for class, I will come by your house and pick you up after school”.
“Ok thanks, see you later.” I moved quickly through the halls to my next class.
The rest of the day was a blur and I was a bundle of nerves. When I got home I changed into some more comfortable clothes, A pink tank top that just struggled to keep my breasts in, jean shorts, and some tennis shoes. I got a sweet tea from the fridge and went to the porch to wait for Morgan to arrive. My mom pulled up just as I sat down.
“Hey sweetie, how was your first day of your last year of school?”
“Hey Mom, it was really good.”
“Whatcha doing out here?”
“Morgan is on her way over, and we were going to run, get some food and hang out. There is a big project that we thought we would look at a little bit and maybe get a jump on it.”
She kissed my forehead, “ok have fun don’t stay out too late, and be sure not to go out where people will see you. You know how your father feels about you wearing clothes like that outside of the house”.
“Jeez mom, nothing is wrong with my clothes.”
“I know honey it is just that your dad doesn….”.
Just then Morgan pulled up and honked her horn. Mom and I both looked and saw Morgan smiling and waving through the driver's side window. “Hi Mrs. Miller, how are you?”
“Good honey, don’t you go driving fast to keep my baby safe.” she said as I was already down the steps and halfway to her car.
“You know me, I will keep her out of trouble.”
I almost spit my tea out when she said that. I turned back as I opened the car door. “Bye Momma tell Daddy I won't be home too late and not to worry.” I slipped into the seat and closed the door. “Let's get out of here”.
“Bye Mrs. Miller,” Morgan waved at my mother as she pulled away from the curb and drove us away.
Once we were around the block where I knew my mom’s super hearing would not work. “What do you think she has in mind?”
“I can't think about it. I feel like I am going to vomit every time I try to think about it, and now I just can't,” and the remainder of the drive was in silence.
Morgan slowed down as we approached our teacher's house. She lived in a small ranch home on what looked like a quiet street. A woman walking a little snowball of a dog watched us as she walked by. I was guessing she was trying to decide if we were up to no good. I smiled and waved as the car came to a stop. I quickly opened the car door and hopped out. “Oh, what a cute puppy. Can I pet her?” I stepped toward the woman, and she relaxed seeing that we were not there to mug and steal her purse.
“Sure, this is Lucy.”
“Hi Lucy''. I scratched Lucy’s ears, “who is a pretty doggie?” I cooed before standing back up. “Thank you”.
I moved to the walkway up to Miss Pierce’s house with Morgan close behind, and just as we were about to ring her door bell, she opened the door. “Come on in.” Miss Pierce smiled and was pleasant as she welcomed us into her home. I was startled and hesitated for a moment, not sure what to do, but it was Morgan moving past me and ducking into the house that got my feet moving. “Follow me,” she said as she shut the door behind me, moving quickly into the living room and around the corner into the dining room. We followed close behind her, and saw a bunch of her school papers all laid out on the table, but she moved on and into the kitchen then to the frig. “Can I get either of you something to drink?”
“No mam I’m fine,” It did not feel right. She was being too friendly, and I was not going to drink anything that she put in front of me.
“I’ll have some lemonade if you have it,” I looked at Morgan confused. How could she be ordering a drink like we were at the Applebee’s.
“Of course, please have a seat,” she motioned to her kitchen table. Morgan and I both slipped into chairs at the table. She had turned her back to us, getting a pitcher from the frig, and opening one of the cabinets to get cups. This was the first time I had ever really paid any attention to her. Her blonde hair came half way down her back of her light blue floral top. It was long and covered most of her bright fluorescent green running shorts. Then my eyes saw the purple, and blue flesh on the back of her thighs. I shook my head for a moment, my mind not rationalizing what I was seeing. My hand went to my mouth, my eyes wide when I realized the back of her thighs were covered in fading bruises. She turned with two glasses of lemonade in her hands, and I must have had a look of fear and shock on my face. When our eyes met, she just smiled at me.
“Miss Pierce I'm so so sorry.” I could feel my eyes starting to tear up again. I really felt like I needed to get control of myself, always benign on the verge of tears. I needed to be stronger. She moved quickly to the table, setting one glass in front of Morgan and the other in front of her chair. She sat down and took my hand.
“Don’t you worry I knew what I was getting myself into.”
“But, bu…”
“I said not to worry, it's time to move on.”
Morgan finally spoke, “Miss Pierce we are so sorry about everything, and we will do whatever it takes to make it up to you.”
I quickly turned my head to look at Morgan my mind racing, ‘WAIT ONE FUCKING MOMENT, SPEAK FOR YOURSELF!” screamed in my head. “Umm yeah what can we do to help get you out of this mess?” I said, turning back to look at her.
“Look it is ok I knew what I was in for when I signed up in high school, and I knew what I was in for when I agreed to be an NL to get the two of you off the hook”. She looked hard at us; it seemed that her sweet face was shifting to determination right before our eyes.
“What is an NL slave, and how could you sign up for slavery when you were still in high school?” I felt like Morgan was pushing it with the questions. I just wanted to see why we were here and move past this by putting it as far in the rearview mirror as I could.
“NL is a No Limits slave, and yes I signed up in high school as I was preparing to go to college.”
“Really? Before college, how were you able to go to college after becoming a slave?”
“Well as you know there is still some national staffing shortages in the US Nursing, social work, and teaching. There are now loan opportunities out there if you are willing to agree to a limited enslavement agreement. This is an agreement where you have your freedom during the normal school year, but you agree to serve your owner during scheduled break times. It is kind of like a work study program, and if you can come to terms with this type of enslavement you can have your entire education paid for. It is an amazing government program that helps you pay for your education, with no risk of getting behind on loans, and ending up with a collar anyway.” She took a breath, had a sip of her lemonade and went on. “Going into this type of indentured service you are allowed to set limits. Then based on those limits a slave value and ROI can be determined, and in turn determine how long you enter into your service slave agreement”.
“Oh, sure I get it so the more limits, the less retail value, the more time you serve to pay for the unpaid balances of your education.” I chimed in, smiling proud of myself for figuring it out.
“Correct Kaylee, I did not want any permanent markings other than those required by law..I also restricted my service time and the sex acts I could be subjected to.”
We both must have had bewildered looks of confusion on our faces, as she spoke. Sex is sex I thought.
Sensing our confusion, “I did not want to do porn, I did not want a bunch of high school boys to find movies of me online and share them with parents, faculty, and staff.” I smiled at her and looked over at Morgan who was nodding her head. “ I also want to be as close to home as possible, and anonymous as possible, and I definitely did not want to end up in some Mexican brothel doing donkey shows.”
“What is a donkey show I never heard of it?” Morgan looked confused again. I didn't say anything, not wanting to let on that I did in fact know what one was. When you have a father that tries to control every aspect of your life, there are things you do to feel like you have some power, and that you are in control. For me it was looking at all of the things he preached and stood against. I got a thrill learning as much as I could about the things that seemed so off limits and taboo in our home. I found a donkey show on the internet by accident. I spent the next hour or so mesmerized by how adaptable a woman’s body is.
“You should look it up on the internet.” Miss Pierce took another drink of her lemonade, but this time it was a long drink. “This was my last summer of service. I was just 3 weeks away from getting my contract stamped, and being free again.” Then looked at both of us solemnly, “the two of you kind of screwed that up for me,” she clenched her teeth and I could tell she was fighting back tears.
“I am so sorry”, Morgan said as we both were looking anywhere but our teacher.
She straightened up in her chair and running her fingers up and down the sweating glass in front of her, “It’s fine, but the two of you have prolonged my enslavement, so the two of you are going to assist me through it,’ She lifted the glass to her lips taking another sip.
“Ummm ok so would you like us to help you around the house, grade your papers, mow your lawn”, Morgan was thinking like me with a “servant's heart" as my dad would call it
“Yeah, we will do all of your housework and stuff while you're gone, and like whatever else you need. I can cook alright if you wan..”
She slammed her lemonade down,” would you two shut up. I don’t need housework or my yard mowed. This whole thing is going to leave me with other needs that you are going to help me with”. Her eyes narrowed on both of us and spoke blunt and to the point. “Now the two of you are going to help me deal with some of the issues that I now have to deal with.” She looked at us both, her cheeks red, nose flaring as she inhaled and exhaled. “What I have agreed to is going to put some strain on my mental and physical health over the next year,” she sighed and leaned back in her chair and looked at the ceiling. “The man you met is going to get everything he possibly can out of me. He is going to want to feel like he’s his money's worth. Knowing what it was like serving him as restricted as I was, I have no doubt that this is going to be a rough year for me.”
She paused looking at both of us. Not knowing what to do I just nodded my head.
“Yeah, I know about that, like there are therapists that help slaves cope and stuff.” Morgan popped in.
“Yes that and some other things to help.”
“Like what?” It was my turn to ask the question. I just hoped I could contain my excitement.
“I will need your help with transportation, getting me back and forth from where I need to be. I might need help getting ready, and then definitely help me back here after the end of the weekend. I am sure I will be in no shape to drive.”
Morgan reached over to hold my hand, “Miss Pierce we got this, we will help you however we can and however you need us.”
She leaned forward reaching across the table taking our hands in Her’s. “Thank you, girls, you don't understand how nice it feels to know you have a support system going into this.” She gave our hands a squeeze and leaned back in her chair, “There is something that we will need to do to protect your safety.” She paused again looking at us. We will need to get both of you graded, and you will need to sign power of attorney over to me. ``
We both looked at her stunned, unable to talk, as she went on.
“To keep you safe and avoid anything bad happening or a forced or trick enslavement I will be your owner during these time frames. That way in a worst-case scenario I will retain ownership of the both of you to prevent anything really bad from happening.”
We just stared at her. My mind was trying to rationalize the logic of becoming a slave to our teacher in order to be safe. It did not feel safe but what she said made sense. She wanted us to give her temporary ownership on these weekends so we could not be taken or sold against our will.
“I um yeah sure whatever we need to do to help you out, I just don’t think I can,” I paused for a moment and looked back and forth between Morgan and Miss Pierce, “I ,,,I ummm I’m a virgin.” My face was on fire with embarrassment, “ I was thinking after school was out, I mean my plan was to,” I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry, “ to sell my virginity at auction, and then bank the money to pay for college or maybe not go to college at all and invest it.”
“You sneaky little slut, I thought you told me you slept with Kenny Tarpin?” Morgan said slowly, deliberately and open mouthed.
“I told you that so you would stop bugging me,” she let go of my hand and crossed her arms.
“You lying slut! We’re best friends! You don’t lie to your best friend!”
“Geez I’m sorry it was just you would not let up about losing my cherry, and so I lied to you sorry!” I crossed my own arms and glared across the table staring through our teacher.
“Ok are you two done?” her tone was stern as she looked back and forth between us. She looked at us, her head cocked and her eyebrows up and waited for us to finish. Morgan was the first to nod yes first and I followed suit. “Good! Now the virgin thing is not a big deal we will make sure when you get graded that they take special precautions with you, and good choice about waiting you can do way better than Kenny Tarpin.” she looked back at Morgan then to me, “are you free this weekend to go to the city?”
“Um so soon, I mean you just told us about this. I mean it is a lot to digest.” I was babbling on and on my mind reeling from how quickly everything was happening. We had only been there less than 20 minutes, and had been told we would be chauffeur to our teacher who we condemned to more sexual servitude, and that we would be graded in an effort to keep us safe in this wild sex slave world we would be getting dangerously close to.
“Yes, we are free.” Morgan cut me off and answered for both of us. Her voice sounded weird to me though I could not tell if it was excitement or fear in her tone. “There are a lot of college prep things we can tell our parents we are doing, and they won't question us.”
I looked at her and accepted what she said. I nodded along. “Sure, I can think of something to tell them.”
“I was going to have to get graded anyway, since my grades are not good enough to get any scholarships”.
“I have some thoughts on what to tell your parents.” Miss Pierce chimed in, “I thought that you could tell your parents that the two of you have been accepted into a mentoring program. Tell them you will be tutoring in the area, and I am the teacher liaison for it. I have it already set up in the school, but I had not told them the name of the two students assisting me with the project. Your parents should be excited for something that the two of you can add to your high school transcripts.”
“That could work.” I smiled, feeling a small nugget of fire building, over what we were about to do as well as the pleasure I felt with getting away with something from my parents.
“Ok it is settled then. We start next weekend so let your parents know we leave right after school and we won't be back till Sunday. Then in two weeks I have my first long weekend with Labor Day, so we will be there for 4 days. Will either of you have a problem coming up with a story?”
The speed of how quickly this was moving was giving me a headache. My emotions were going up and down with each word that she said.
“No I can do it”, Morgan finally said and I simply shook my head.
We were only there for 45 minutes or so, before we left. Those 45 minutes and the drive back to my house were all a blur with Morgan and I not saying a word to each other. I had no idea what she was thinking, but as my mind was in overdrive with all of the possibilities of the year to come, I could feel my pussy getting wet. I was light headed and didn’t realize Morgan was talking to me and the car had stopped.
“HELLO, I need to get home and you need to get out of my car.”
I looked at her in a daze, “um yeah ok see you tomorrow.” I got out of her car, and waved slightly as she pulled away driving down to the corner and turned out of sight.
“I’m home, “I called out as I closed the door behind me. I could hear the tv on in the living room and the smell of fried chicken was in the air. My stomach growled, and I realized how hungry I was.
“We’re in the kitchen.” I felt tired and the last thing I wanted to do was face my parents. I felt like they would see through any story that I would tell them and find out all the secrets in my heart.
I stepped into the kitchen and saw my mom and dad sitting at the breakfast bar with a bucket of fried chicken and all of the sides open and dished out on their plates. “Hi,” my stomach growled again loud enough for my parents to hear.
“Are you hungry? I thought you were having dinner with Morgan and hanging out?” My mom got up and got a plate from the cabinet as I took my seat at the end of the bar.
“We were supposed to but then we ran into Miss Pierce and she told us some exciting news, then Morgan's mom called and she had to leave before we could get anything ordered.” My mom already had some mashed potatoes and gravy on my plate and was pointing her finger back and forth between a leg and thigh as I talked. “I will have both, I really didn’t have much for lunch either.”
“So, princess tell us about this exciting news you have.” My father looked at me with raised eyebrows as he took another bite of his chicken breast. The juice running down his chin.
“Well, like I said we ran into Miss Pierce in the parking lot of Big Taco, and she told us that Morgan and I were selected for a mentoring project that we signed up for last year.” I took a bite of my chicken leg savoring the flavor of the first food I have eaten all day.
“Oh honey that is wonderful,” My Mom touched my hand and as she wiped her face from the chicken crumbs. “What does that mean exactly?”
Smiling at my parents while I tried to quickly chew my food and swallow, I was also trying to hold down my nerves. I had to play it cool. I had to get them to buy into it. My Mom handed me her glass of water, and took a sip. It was now or never. “It is this really great opportunity to help underprivileged kids in Omaha and the region. We will help tutor them as well as helping them their reading skills. The main focus is to give these young people opportunities away from a life of crime, poverty, and worse yet enslavement.” I smiled to myself. I was dropping all of the best words that I knew my mom and especially my dad would eat up.
“That sounds great, although I don’t like the idea of you going to Omaha, what precautions will be taken.” My father held his fork with mashed potatoes on it, gravy dripping on his plate. He had paused his feast long enough to interject his opinion.
“We will be safe. She has a special grant that covers everything. It is one weekend a month, and we go to different places every time. She also said that sometimes we may be asked to do tutoring over our school breaks.” I took another drink trying to maintain eye contact the best I could. “I am really excited about what this will mean on my transcripts,” then looking straight at my father, “Daddy just think how many young girls that we might be able to keep out of slavery, I mean I could really change a life.” I took a big bite of my drumstick looking back and forth between my parents.
“It sounds wonderful honey; don't you think Jacob?'' She took a sip of her water.
Her Dad struggled to be positive about anything that might not be his own ideas or if he could not be in some kind of control. She felt like it was killing him that she had now turned 18 and could do anything she wanted.
“It’s fine but you're not wearing clothes like that when you go. I expect you to be not only a representative of the school, but also the community, the church, and especially this family. Is that understood?” His tone was stern as he looked at her.
I looked back at him trying to see if he suspected anything, “sure Daddy. The last thing I want is a bunch of underprivileged people being distracted by me while I am trying to help them.”
“Exactly!”
“May I be excused; I have some homework I need to do.”
“Of course, sweetheart take your plate with you, bring it down later when you're done.”
“Thanks Mom.’
I got up picking up my plate and heading up to my room, smiling to myself as I left. I felt elated by this victory.
I closed and locked my door behind me, setting my plate on my dresser. I did not hesitate to pull off my shorts and shirt and flopped down on my bed. My tablet was on the bookshelf beside the bed and I turned it on and waited for it to scan my face. Once the main screen was up I navigated through a couple of screens until I was able to log into my private VPN. Once logged in I went directly to Sex Slave Broadcasting Network or SSBN. It was my favorite site that I kept hidden from my parents. It had movies, instructional videos, and news all related to the 34th amendment. I went to my profile and clicked on favorites and quickly scrolled through the many pics and videos I had saved until I found the title I was looking for. “Slave 6969-Dildo training”, this was one of my favorite slave 6969 videos, and maybe my favorite overall. I pushed play and waited through two ads. One was about technology to increase penis size, and endurance for men. The second was a teaser for an upcoming slave reality show where they would follow slaves from grading to auction and beyond.
The video finally started with a close up of slave 6969’s pussy and ass. I slipped in my ear buds as the camera pulled back showing that her ass had a bright red plug in it and she was easily moving a flesh colored dildo in and out of her pussy. The camera pulls back further to show that her hands were bound together with thick leather cuffs, and her legs were held wide apart by a chrome spreader bar. She had mean looking clamps digging into the tender flesh of her nipples, and a ring gag holding her jaw open. I moved my finger across the progress bar and skipped to my favorite part.
Slave 6969 was now bound on her hands and knees with a strap around her hips that ran up to the ceiling. She couldn’t go anywhere. Her master then manipulated the device she was attached to causing her knees to be spread wide opening up access to her swollen pussy. Another slave with a large horse strap on dildo stepped behind her. I licked my lips as I looked at the massive dildo. The head of it was flared out and wider than the shaft of it. The slave stepped closer and started to run the head up and down 6969’s waiting pussy. I started to rub mine in time with the slave. My other hand found my breast, and I started to squeeze it through my bra. The flared head was separating her folds and teasing to get in. I was running my fingers across my clit and up and down the inside of my labia. “Enter her!” came the command from the unseen master's voice. The slave gripped 6969’s hips and pushed forward. The wide head of the dildo hesitated for a moment then suddenly popped into her. I pinched my clit, rubbing it frantically between my fingers. 6969 screamed out as her pussy was violated by the massive intruder. I screamed into my pillow, closing my thighs tight on my hand as an orgasm surged through my body. I fell asleep to moans, skin slapping, and the occasional scream.