The Yards Chapter 8 Cont.

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THE YARDS

Thank you everyone for reading my story. I did not mean for to be Three different posts, but I guess I had too many words. Sorry it took so long to bring you these chapters. Life has been pretty hectic. As always thank you for those authors that have come before me and created this genre. Your comments and thoughts are always welcome.

Chapter 8 Continued


Glen went back to his work station and picked up his tablet, and used his radio to call someone before he walked back over to Erin. Glen scanned her breast with his tablet, and they both waited just a moment for the small electric chime letting them both know her file was on the screen. “Follow me 3215.” He walked back to his station looking down, and manipulating his table the entirety of the short walk back to his station where slaves were hooked to the conveyor belt.

“Wayne said for me to tell you that he felt bad, and felt that you should experience this process more first hand.” He kept clicking away at the tablet. “Once we have you through the main processing and grading, it should be time for dinner. Then a tour of the two milking rooms, maybe catch the last auction of the day then get you off to the warehouse for bed.”

Erin was in shock and without thinking started to back away from Glen, but he was quick to grab her leash and with a hard abrupt yank she stumbled closer to him.

He pulled Erin toward the entrance of the room where the slaves were being loaded and sent on their way. Glen moved one of the rings onto a side track, so the production line could keep moving as he went to work on Erin. She went numb as Glen took control of her body getting her to straddle the device. She didn't even flinch at the loud clanking when her collar and cuffs attached themselves to the metal.

Another wrangler came up behind her and out of the corner of her eye she saw that Glen had one of the VR goggles.

“Wayne wants you to be graded including your pre assessment.”

Erin just looked at the headset. She had seen pornography before, and secretly would look at pictures or read erotica when her husband was not around. She knew that she wouldn’t be one to get a score of 1 like the slave earlier, and she was kind of excited to see what kind of score she might get. On the other hand she was scared to find out what kind of score she might get. Her mouth hung open as Glen placed the goggles over her eyes. With her vision now obscured she watched The Yards Logo, and her sense of hearing now filled with soft music she was surprised when she felt hands at her pussy and ass. The coolness of the lube being squirted into her pussy and ass, caused her to suck in her breath. Before she could think, the device she was on rose up from the floor, forcing the plug and dildo to move into her lubed orifices. She subconsciously tensed trying to keep them out of her, but gravity was too strong and rather suddenly her body relaxed and drove the plug and dildo home deep inside of her. A long low moan escaped her as they settled into place, and the images and words started flashing in front of her eyes.

She felt herself swaying as she watched, but soon she was unaware of anything around her. She had forgotten she was bound, naked, hanging from the ceiling, but all she could feel was the effects of what she was looking at. She felt her pussy getting wetter as the sounds, and images grew more and more sexual and kinky. “FLASH” and there was a picture of a woman with her breasts bound and heavy weights biting into her nipples pulling them down toward the ground. Erin moaned and gripped the dildo in her pussy “FLASH” the word WHORE filled the screen with sounds of a woman orgasming filled her ears. “FLASH” a gif of a woman taking a massive dildo into her pussy while sucking a thick black cock filled her screen. Erin’s mind went blank of thoughts, and her body was quickly responding to the images. Erin became the woman in the pictures.

Glen smiled to himself as he saw Erins breathing increasing, and her body tensing and squirming in her bonds. He knew she was close to an orgasm, and even though her face was covered with the goggles as even with her identity being digitally obscured, she had over 1500 people logged in and watching. What he did next, he knew might get him in some trouble since it was not part of proper procedure in the pre assessment phase, but neither was having a pre assessment done in the medical room. but he did it anyway. Glen pressed some buttons on his tablet and a 5 minute poll popped up on all 1567 screens of those logged in watching.

“Do you want to make her cum? Bidding starts at $5. Top bid gets to control the speed and intensity of 3215’s devices. Who wants to win a chance to make slave 3215 cum.”

In 30 seconds the price was already up to $200, and when the bidding was over it had stopped at $765. Glen had taken the 5 minutes duration of the poll to install a small but rather intense vibrator against her clit and had quickly synced it to her through the tablet.

“Congratulations “Pumperhrder” you’re the winner with a bid of $765”.

“Fuck yeah!” Pumperhrder was at home with his underwear pulled down to his knees stroking his cock as he watched this milf slave on his computer screen. His name was Quinn and he lived alone in a small cabin. There were not a lot of women here in this forsaken state, and even fewer that liked to be bound and used. He spent his days in the Alaskan oil fields, and then his nights and weekends sitting in front of his computer watching porn and stroking his cock. Then he discovered The Yards and loved being able to take part in the slave grading and debasement of the slaves he followed. He moved his mouse with his free hand and clicked the start button and turned the clit vibrator on to 3. He gripped his cock harder when he saw slave 3215’s body jerk as the vibrator came to life.

Erin jerked in her bindings as she felt the soft plastic against her clit come to life, causing the device she was in to sway slightly. She started to get used to the nice soft vibrations, when suddenly the intensity increased. Her heart began to race, and her breathing became labored, as she shifted her hips into the buzzing machine.
“MMM, you like that don’t you.” Pumperhrder started to mess with slave 3215 clicking back and forth between 3 and 6 on the intensity of the clit vibrator.

“Would you like to talk to slave 3215 for just $50 more?”

“Hell yeah!” he clicked on the yes button.

“Please wait while we connect with your system. Would you like 3215 to see you masturbate for just $50 more?” He hit the yes button so fast he almost broke his mouse.

“Please adjust your camera accordingly, streaming will begin in 5, 4,”

Pounderhrder’s own heart was racing as he tilted his camera down so that his cock and hand filled his preview screen.

“2, 1 connecting…...”

Erin was disappointed when the vibrations and images stopped. She sat there in silence composing herself waiting for what was next. Then suddenly she was no longer in darkness, but watching a hand attached to a very hairy white arm stroking a cock that was bigger than her husbands. She had seen so many images, sounds and words in the last few minutes, but this was somehow different then she heard him.

“Mmm fuck you are one hot slut.” He watched his screen as her body tensed. Then he turned it back to 6 and her body jerked. “HA HA HA. you like that baby”

There was a stranger laughing at her in her earphones. She then realized she was watching him masturbate. She jerked again as there was an electric shock that struck her deep in her colon. She cried out, and tried to beg for it to stop but all that came out of her mouth was moans and gasps.

“Fucking whore like to have her ass abused don’t she!”

He pressed another button and the dildo started to spin inside. She started to thrash in her bindings, her muscles tensing at all of the stimulation. Her mouth watered as she watched the cock filling her screen begin to leak fluid from the slit.

“Ha ha ha ha!” He was laughing at her torment. He started to pump his cock faster and clicked all of the buttons to max. “Oh fuck baby I am so close. Your hot little slave body got me so close”

Erin was shaking in her bindings crazy with lust, as her clit vibrated, and her pussy and ass clamped down on the spinning dildo with each surge of electricity that shot through her plug. Then it was too much she screamed and shook the device rocking back and forth, her eyes started to roll back in her head but not before seeing streams of semen shooting from the end of the cock on the screen heading toward her face.

Pounderhrder groaned, “OHHH FUUUUCK!! SLAVE YOUR SO FUCKING HOT!” he gripped his cock as hard as he could and held his breath for a moment before his cum began to flow. “FUUUUUUUUUUCK!” He pumped his cock again as the first spurts flew out coating his webcam the rest he directed to his belly. He looked at the screen and saw that 3215 was slumping and hanging unconscious in her device.

“Thank you Pounderhrder. We hope you enjoyed your time with 3215.”

“I certainly did,” he answered out loud to his empty living room.

“Please take a moment to fill out the simple survey letting us know about your experience today.”

Glen lowered Erin down to where her toes just touched the floor. “How was that 3215?”

Erin tried to answer but her voice was still turned off and only let out a soft moan.

Glen laughed at her, and he removed the goggles, and he quickly went to work slipping a latex hood over her head.

Erin just blinked at him, still trying to recover from the biggest orgasm in her life.

“I am putting this hood over your head to obscure your face. You will be going through a series of areas that are live streamed.” He had put her hair in a ponytail and was pulling it through a hole in the top of the latex mask. “Mr. Newport wants you to get the full experience but wants you to remain anonymous for some reason.” He pulled it the rest of the way over her head and zipped it, tightening it against her face.

The next thing that Glen did surprised her. He took her breasts in both of his hands, gripped them firmly, and kissed her full on the lips pushing his tongue deep into her mouth. She blinked and let it happen, as if she could have stopped it anyway, but she found herself kissing him back. Then as suddenly as it happened it ended. Glen smiled at her, lifted his tablet, pressed a couple of buttons and she was rising up and forward on the conveyor belt. The next 10 or 20 minutes were a blur as she was tested for STDs, given inoculations, her body mass was checked, along with nipple sensitivity, reflexes, vaginal depth, and finally vaginal and anal sensitivity, and elasticity.

Erin was dizzy, sweaty and panting when she was lowered into the electrolysis gel. The smell of the gel was foul, then the light started to flash yellow, then the “POP”, and the smell of ozone. It was just like before, but this time it was her. All of her skin was tingling as she was rising out of the vat of gel. Clumps of the gel dripped from her body as her ring passed through a cutout in the wall, passing her through to the next section.



The next room was loud, and the air was full of mist. Looking down the line in front of her she saw the slave on the ring in front of her disappear behind a round blue spinning brush. She then realized she was about to go through some kind of automated slave wash. About the time she came to the realization her ring slowed down and she was sprayed from multiple angles with high pressure water. The water was cool, and caused a shiver to run up her spine as the remaining gel was quickly removed from her body. A robotic arm with two clear plastic cups with hoses lowered itself from the ceiling in front of her eyes. Another arm slid in from the side just under her breasts lifting them up while the plastic cups slipped over her breasts. The bar under her breasts moved away, leaving her wearing this strange clear plastic bra wrapped around her breasts. They started to vibrate, and she watched as the air was removed from the cups securing them tight to her body, she watched as her breasts were sucked to the sides of the plastic filling the cups. The sensation was pleasurable and pulled a loud moan out of her that was barely audible above the sounds of machinery and water in the room.
The ring continued to move, and she passed through a scanner and a small screen to the right of another set of smaller nozzles she was approaching lit up; “Welcome to the Slave Wash 3215 be sure to close your eyes”. She was confused at first and almost did not get them closed in time as the nozzles she was moving past started to spray a fine mist of soap covering her body. Next, she felt the arm of a machine rise up under her breasts. Erin heard the spinning brush before she felt it, but it still caused her to jump in her bindings when the rough bristles contacted her flesh. She barely had time to focus on the bristles when an overwhelming feeling of pleasure when water from what seemed like a thousand tiny jets started spraying her breasts, followed by a pulsating suction. The feeling was incredible, especially the pulsation on her nipples. Erin started to grind herself down on the dildos still lodged in her ass and pussy. Her pulsating breasts, her orifices stuffed full, and even with the rough bristles scrubbing her skin, it was too much for her. Erin began to shake and cry out as the second orgasm in less than 20 minutes coursed through her. She was barely conscious as the ring moved forward and stopped, leaving her swaying slightly. The breast cups were removed, and floated upward, she was sad to see them go but she did not care. She was slowly drifting off to a post orgasmic nap, with the gently swinging putting her to sleep.

Suddenly Erin’s eyes flew open as she felt pressure in her ass as water began to fill her colon, but not only there but she also felt water spraying the inside of her pussy. She was getting some kind of robotic douching and enema. She could feel her belly swelling, until it was getting unbearable. Her guts were starting to cramp painfully bringing her to the verge of tears. Then a strange feeling of more suction as the machine vacuumed the fluids from her body. She went through this torture two more times, before the ring started to move again along the track. In just a few more minutes she exited the other side of the wash, clean, rinsed, blow dried, and moving through another cutout in the wall.

Once in the next room the ring quickly lowered itself to the floor where a wrangler, female this time, was there to disengage her locks and help her off of the ring. Her legs were weak, and she leaned on the wrangler for support. The wrangler helped her over to one of over a dozen small raised platforms.

“You’re going to need to stand on your own 3215.”

Erin tried to talk but with her chip still activated nothing more than an inappropriate moan and groan came out.

The wrangler laughed, “I think you just asked what was next,” she smiled warmly at Erin, giving her some comfort after the last hour she had endured. “This is where we take your federally required DOA registry photo, while performing slave yoga poses.”

Erin had never done slave yoga and was nervous about how this was going to go. “At least they won’t be able to see my face.” she thought listening to her new wrangler talking to her.

“Your profile says that you may not know how to do this but that is ok. Watch this screen on the wall in front of you, and place your feet on the yellow footprints and or hand prints on the floor. The screen will give you a virtual 3d rendering of what the pose looks like.” She pressed a button on her tablet and there was a virtual 3d holographic image of Erin projected just in front of them. Her legs were spread wide with her fingers laced behind her head. “Now put your feet on the yellow feet on the floor.”

Erin stepped on to the glass like floor and spreading her legs wide stepped onto the footprints on the floor. The image floating in front of her turned red from the waist up. The lower part of the hologram was natural and looked as if it was actually her.

“Good now put your hands behind your head and match yourself with your hologram best you can.”

Erin looked at the image of herself as she put her hands behind her head, and the top half changed from red to normal.

“Great you got it. Now you will need to hold the pose until a new one appears in front of you and be sure to pay attention to the audio so you can learn the names of the poses. Your new owners will want you to know them by command.” She gave Erin a playful swat on the ass. “Ok let’s get you started.” She clicked a few buttons and walked away.

No sooner had the wrangler left than she heard a word and her image changed. It was the same pose just bent over at the waist. Erin quickly bent at the waist. She was trying to play back in her head what the robot voice had said. “Present 1, present 2, was it even present?” She heard the automated voice again, and for a second time she failed to recognize what it said. She looked at her hologram, and she was to now stay bent over, but with her hands pulling her butt cheeks apart. She took a deep breath and tried to clear her mind so she would not miss what the name of the next one was called.

“FOURS”

Erin looked at herself and quickly put her hands and feet in the proper places and assumed the fours position. She felt better that she had finally really heard one.

Erin was not sure how long she had been in the room doing the yoga poses, and she was very thankful that she repeated all of the poses a couple of times giving her the opportunity to learn the name of the ones that she missed. When it was finally over the female wrangler clipped a leash to her collar, pulled her wrists behind her back till the cuffs snapped together, then led her through the room, where she saw that there were a number of slaves in various stages of what she had just completed, there was also a line of slaves waiting on the far side of the room, all with leash attached to hooks on a track in the ceiling. Erin was led over to them and like the slaves in front of her, her leash was pulled tight above her head attached to the hook on the track.

“See you around 3215.” Slapping Erins breast as she walked away.

Erin looked down the line and estimated that there were about 15 of them waiting. They just stood there looking forward at a black painted wall. Then a mechanical door opened, and the track began to move. She shuffled along after the slaves in front of her. She tried to look to see what was going on but the track stopped and she could hear and barely see that the door had closed. She was once again just standing there waiting. She started to look at the body of the slave that was in front of her. She was short, 5 '3 maybe, she actually looked down at her seeing the top of her head, but she could also see that her back was crisscrossed with fading stripes of bruises and red marks. Erin felt for the poor girl, and the pain and suffering that she had endured. The realities of what a slave's life could look like became very real just then for Erin.
Erin's education and human insight started to rise to the surface as she thought about the slave in front of her as well as the countless others like her. She wondered how broken she might be, and how does a human, or rather livestock, make the transfer back to human again after so many years of their humanity being stripped from them. Erins thoughts were interrupted when she heard the clicking of another leash behind her. She looked back and saw a short, fat, bald slave grinning at her. What caught her attention the most was the thin long cock sticking straight out from his body pointing at her. Looking up from his engorged manhood she looked at him and he was smiling licking his lips as he looked at her.

There was a tug on her leash, and she turned to shuffle behind the slave in front of her. This time she seemed to have walked further before stopping. Then she felt it. The cock behind her was poking her in the butt cheeks. First the left one then the right one then between them both. Erin did not know what to do and just scooted closer to the slave in front of her. Then the door opened again and the line shuffled forward. Erin could now see that there were at least 5 slaves in front of her. When she stopped moving again the male slave behind her didn’t. He pressed tight up against her, and started to move his hips around until his cock was neatly wedged between her ass cheeks. She looked back, and tried to yell out at him, but a long low moan came out instead.

“MMMMM, you like that you slave whore.” he grunted under his breath as he started to rock his hips moving his cock up and down between her cheeks.

Erin tried to look past him but there must have been 10 slaves behind them and no wrangler in sight. She turned to face in front of her and took some steps away bumping into the slave in front of her. That slave did not reciprocate, but rather pushed her ass back into Erin. She was now stuck between them. The slave behind her picking up his pace as he dry humped her butt. At first, she felt her skin and the skin of his cock struggling, but soon it became easier for him. The slickness between her cheeks was the reason why. He was leaking as he humped her, lubricating her with is precum. His pace grew faster and more frantic.

He grunted loudly and Erin felt something warm and wet hit her back just above her ass then some more a bit higher. Then the door opened, and the track started pulling her forward again. His cock slipped from between her cheeks and the last few spurts of his cum landed on her butt and the back of one of her legs. She kept being pulled forward until the slave in front of her was first in line and the door slid shut again. Erin felt humiliated. She could feel the cum getting cold on her back as it slowly slid down to her butt. The smell is what made her stomach churn. She could put the feeling of the cold drying cum out of her mind, but the smell was too harsh a reminder of what had just happened.

The door slid open again and she and the slave in front of her were the only two pulled into the light before the door closed again. They were both pulled to the right then the slave in front of her was pulled down a track to the left and pulled through a curtain. Erin continued to be pulled down the lit corridor; there were a number of similar curtains that she moved past until she felt her own leash being pulled to the left and toward one, until she herself disappeared behind the curtain.

She was surprised and relieved to see a familiar face on the other side of the curtain. Logan was standing in the very bright all white room looking down at his tablet. Other than him the room was fairly sparse with a couple of cabinets, a small rolling stool, and a large narrow stainless steel exam table with stirrups. It looked like many of the gynecologist tables she had been on, but far less inviting if a gyno table could ever be considered inviting at all. He looked up smiling so good to see you again 3215, I hope you have been enjoying the tour.

Erin was starting to get used to the chip in her vocal cords and was able to moan out an understandable “UH huh”. She smiled proud of herself over this basic accomplishment.

“Oh, they took your voice, let me fix that.” he played on the tablet for a moment, “so how has your tour been going?”

“This has been a day of firsts, and thank you, thank you for giving me my voice back. Not having the ability to communicate is maddening, I don’t kno…. mmmmmm, ohhhhhh, mmmffff” She looked at him with rage then fear in her eyes. “What the hell was that?” she thought.

“Ok I am not here to hear all of that, now hop up on the table and put your feet in the stirrups.”

Erin did what she was told, hopping up on the table and scooting her butt to the edge before putting her legs into the stirrups that rose up at a 90 degree angle from the table. Once her legs were in the stirrups she heard the familiar clanking sound when her ankle cuffs locked her legs down. Logan then moved to stand at her head and pulled two metal arm rests out from the sides of the table.

“Place your arms out from your body and put them on the arm rests.”

No sooner had her arms touched the rests than the magnets took over securing them in place, at the same time felt the magnet around her neck lock her down to the table. The only movement she had left was the ability to lift her hips off the table.

“Now if you're good and keep your mouth shut, speak only when spoken to. I will give you your voice back.” He looked down at her waiting for her to respond. She quickly nodded yes, he did something on his tablet when she did. “Ok tell this wrangler thank you.”

“Thank you, Logan.” She felt a huge emotional release when she heard her voice again, and she bit her lip as a few tears began to run from her eyes and down the side of her face.

He was gentle and wiped the tears away before sitting on the stool next to her.

“I am about to do your 1 on 1 slave assessment. I don’t know what you know about the grading process here at The Yards or if you even remember what you might have been told since you have been here so I will go over it again or the first time depending on your circumstances. The 1 on 1 is just part of your overall grading score. The grading score is made up of the pre assessment, the automated assessment of your vaginal and anal attributes, your yoga aptitude, this 1 on 1, then the live customer assessment, and the virtual customer assessment. Each section is awarded points: the pre assessment is worth up to 10 points, automation assessment is worth up to 20 points, yoga scores are worth 15, the 1 on 1 is worth 15, the live customer assessment is an average score up to 20 points, and last the virtual customer assessment is worth 20 points. That is a grand total of 100 points that a slave can accumulate.”

Erin just stared at him trying to follow along but felt a bit lost.

“Pleasure slaves are the highest rated slaves:
Prime + achieve a score of 95 to 100,
Prime achieve a score 88 to 94,
Prime - achieve a score of 80 to 87,
Choice + achieve a score of 70 to 79,
Choice achieves a score 60 to 69
Choice - achieves a score of 50 to 59
There are grades below that, but if you score below, you are really destined to work in a field, or a research and development test subject. “

“I had no idea it was like this.”

“Yeah, outside of the slave community, the better the grading the better the credit scores, job opportunities, prestige if that is your thing. I guess pretty people still rule the world.”

Erin just shook her head in disbelief. She was not naïve to how the world was changing, but she was naïve to how fast it was changing, and how it seemed to be moving back to the male patriarchy.

“The lowest grading we had was a poor little slut that got an 8. The only reason she got an 8 was because she had great tits. She was non compliant and fought every step of the process. She thought she was better than the system. She failed to realize that she was there because she failed in the system.” He smiled and ran his hand across Erin's as he spoke. “She had nothing going for her. She was not much to look at, she fought us every step of the way, and nothing seemed to make her horny, but she had great tits.” He pinched her nipple when he said this.

“So, what happened to her?”

“Wayne claimed her as one of his 1%, then he paid her original owner 10 times over market value. I had no idea he was that generous. He then had the wranglers tie her down gave her a what i can only assume was 2 double doses of horny juice and fucked her live on the streaming service. With all of that horny juice in her she screamed and rutted like a two dollar whore.”
Erin was subconsciously lifting her shoulders off of the table pushing her breast into his hand. “Then what happened to her.”

“Oh, with the tits she had he sent her to one of the dairy farms. I suppose much of the upper Midwest has sampled her on their breakfast flakes.” He smiled at her as he manipulated her nipples. ‘Anyway, let’s keep this moving, I want to draw your attention to the screen at the end of the room. “

Erin looked down at her body and saw a picture of herself with the hood on legs spread out in the crab walk looking slave yoga pose. She was sure her face was glowing so red under her latex mask that they could see her in space. There were also a series of numbers all over the screen identified by two letter codes parallel to them. She was having a hard time focusing on the numbers and letters, due to the humiliation of seeing herself like that in combination to Logan's new manipulations of her pussy this time. Erin took a deep breath, “what do the numbers mean?” she asked before closing her eyes and giving in to the pleasure Logan was giving her with his fingers gliding in and out of her very very wet pussy.

“Well, the top number 2736 is the current number of people watching your live stream, the next number down 627, is the number of VIP members watching. VIP’s are a combination of premium site members, and buyers both independent and commercial.” he took his fingers out of her pussy and started to gently stroke her clit.

Erin had opened her eyes again to look at the screen, she was surprised by the number of people watching, and stared at the screen for a moment. She started to pant as he stroked her clit. She was a grid that moved across the screen with a red line moving up the grid. “What is that ohhh mmmm, line?”

“Oh, that is showing your current arousal level. It helps me determine your 1 on 1 score,” he smiled down at her, taking a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He looked over when he did and saw the line jump higher. He chuckled. “What it is telling me is you are really close to cumming on my fingers, like a good slave.”

Erin was arching her back lifting her hips best she could to his probing fingers. She was rapidly approaching her orgasm when he pulled them from her and pushed them into her open mouth.

“Clean them.”

Erin was horrified. She did not know what to do with his fingers in her mouth, she could not help but taste herself on them.

“I said clean them. Now suck!”

Erin flinched at his sudden stern demeanor and began to suck and lick the two fingers in her mouth. She felt like she should be repulsed by tasting herself, but she wasn’t. She was more intrigued in tasting herself for the first time in 43 years. She wondered why she hadn’t had the basic curiosity to know what it was like. She started to lick with more passion trying to get every bit of herself of his digits, but he pulled them out before she could finish.

“You did well 3215. I am now going to unhook you and move you to the final phase of your grading.”

She was starting to calm down and looked at the monitor and the dropping red line confirmed that her arousal was sadly going away. “What is left for me?”

“We will leave here, and I will take you to the gallery. There you will be put on display in one of two ways. Trussed like this to a table similar to this one but your legs would be spread wider, and the butt and head support are removed giving people better access to your body.”

Erin shivered at the thought of being bound like this longer.

“Or you will bound standing legs spread wide, with your arms at your side or above your head depending on the whims of the wrangler.” He swiped a button on his tablet and the locks all clicked simultaneously releasing her from the table. He was kind and helped her off the table, giving her a moment to get her legs under her. He grasped her leash, “shall we go”

It was a short walk to the gallery, and when they arrived there was only one display left. “Well 3215 looks like fate has made my decision for me.” He led her over to the last display that happened to be the standing display. “Ok put your feet here and here.” He pointed to the two metal platforms.

Erin did as she was told and stepped up onto the metal platforms, and her ankle cuffs clicked immediately into place. There was a steel rod in the middle of the device that Logan quickly adjusted and pressed a lubed up the butt plug on the end up to ass and pressed the tip just inside of her.

Logan made some adjustments on his tablet and a cable lowered from the ceiling. “Ok 3215 arms up above your head and put your wrists together.”

Erin complied and only slightly jerked when they clinked together. Logan stepped behind her and attached the cable to the cuffs. He appeared back in front of her again, as he manipulated his tablet once more, causing her small platforms she stood on to move away from the middle rod. This caused her body to sink on to the butt plug. Her body fought it, until her legs moved far enough apart then with a sudden drop, it seeded itself deep in her ass up to the taper. Her arms were pulled high above her head. There was a lot of tension on the middle of her back. Every inch of her was not only physically uncomfortable, but also emotionally uncomfortable.

“I have a special treat for you.” He held a large plastic syringe similar to one you might inject marinade into a turnkey. “This is horny juice, I am going to empty this whole syringe straight up your cunt.” He chuckled seeing her eyes go wide. “It is going to definitely make your experience on display far more entertaining for everyone.” He kneeled down, pressed his thumb against her clit, and pushed the end of the syringe about an inch inside of her.

Erin gasped as she felt the cold liquid hitting her pussy walls. “Ohh god.” She felt the liquid quickly heat up, then she felt a slight burning sensation that quickly faded away. That was quickly followed by an itching sensation in her nipples, and pussy. “Oh no something is wrong it is itchy.”

He just looked up at her and smirked. His thumb started to move around while moving the syringe back and forth in her pussy.

5 seconds! 5 seconds was all she lasted before she screamed out, her body shaking. Her pussy gripped the makeshift dildo, as her mind went fuzzy. Every inch of her body was electric, as she shook through the most intense orgasm of her life. Erin passed out for a few moments and when she lifted her head. Logan was standing there with his tablet in his hand.

“I have set your voice to moans and groans only, not that I think you will be able to say much anyway, for the next two hours.” He walked away from her. “Ok everyone, time to open the doors.”

Erin along with a countless number of other slaves all around the room watched as 20 or so people pushed past the wrangler that opened the door making their way into the room. They moved around the room in a school of fish, but the school got smaller as it moved around the room leaving two or three people at each of the slaves stations. Two men stopped in front of Erin. She did not think much either of them. Not really good looking or bad looking. One looked to be in his 50’s with salt and pepper hair, and the other one looked about the same age but bald.

“Look at this one, a bit older I think.” Baldy said with his arms crossed

“Yeah, but can’t really tell for sure with that hood on her. Wonder why she is wearing that?”

“Oh, they do that sometimes if they are high profile, or influential in some way or married to someone that is.”

“Oh, you mean she is famous?”

Erin wondered if they would know who she was if she had the mask off. She assumed that they probably would have no idea who she was.

“Could be.”

“Well, she has decent tits, and look at how wet this pussy is, I mean it is literally dripping.” Salt and pepper guy ran his fingers between her pussy lips.

Erin moaned and started to shake and scream again. She was having another orgasm and was grinding her pussy against his fingers without even knowing it.

“Holy fuck this one is the most slave hot I have ever seen?”

“WOW, shit you ain’t kidding I have never seen that before.” Baldy reached over and took one of her tits in his hand, flicking her nipple with her finger.

Erin screamed as loud as she had ever screamed, all of the strength leaving her legs pushing the plug even deeper. Her eyes fluttered, and everything went black again.

The next hour and 55 minutes were just a long continuous orgasms for Erin. When it was finally over there was a visible puddle under her. She was exhausted, dehydrated, and delirious. Logan and two other wranglers helped Erin off of the display stand and carried her to the warehouse. She was gently placed in one of the sleeping cages. Logan covered her with a slave blanket, before closing and locking the cage door.


Erin was walking gingerly toward the limo wearing the same clothes she had arrived in just two days ago but freshly laundered. The limo was waiting for her at the employee entrance to The Yards. When she had arrived two days ago, she was excited to be Wayne’s play thing, but he had only fucked her the one time and aside from the time she had spent with him taking a tour she had only seen him one other time. She had woken up for a few minutes and found herself locked in a cage, a cock pistoning in and out of her pussy. She looked out of the cage in a haze and had seen Wayne with his pants down, his cock pushed through the bars of another cage similar to hers thrusting away at a poor girl's throat. Erin could hear him grunting as he mouth fucked her, but the slaves noises just blended in with all of the other sex noises that filled the room. Her own screams of pleasure caused him to turn his head and look at her before she slipped into unconsciousness again.
Slave wrangler Logan opened the door to the limo, “it was nice to spend time with you 3215, and I look forward to your next visit”.

Erin smiled at him and kissed his cheek, “Thank you,” she stopped just before slipping into her seat. “I never found out what my grade was.”

He smiled. “Wayne will need to share that with you next time.” He held the door and motioned for her to sit down.

Erin slipped into the backseat. When she hit the leather the still sore branding sent a jolt of pain through her that made her nipples harden and her pussy begin to drip between her legs. She sighed and leaned back taking deep breaths, trying to mentally work past the lingering effects of the Horny Juice that she had been injected with. The night in the cage and the following day, she could only describe as a fuck fest.. She had lost count of the number of times she had cum, or the number of cocks that had been inside of her.

The car pulled away from the curb and the soft vibrations caused even more fluids to leak from her. The car rose and dropped as the front wheels went over a speed bump, sending waves of pleasure through her. She looked back at The Yards entertainment complex, the people and slaves moving in and out of the buildings. She focused on the neon sign as the rear of the car rose up and dropped, and a small orgasm surged through her body. When she caught her breath, she looked in the mirror and saw the driver smiling back at her. Erin closed her eyes and let sleep overtake her.

[jessmartin]

A very interesting story, I started reading it on this page, but I read the last chapters on the LITEROTICA page; I don't know if you publish the chapters simultaneously, or first here.

I would also like to ask you if this is your first story or if you have more published, and if so, where to find them.

Thanks for your stories.

[kaylee36dd]

This is my first story. I did not expect it to be as long as it is, but that is the direction the story has taken. I am working on the last parts of it now.