The Yards-Chapter 11 The End
Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2024 4:14 am
I have finally completed this story. Thank you for your kind support. I love this world and might be adding more stories in the future. I hope everyone enjoys the conclusion.
The Yards Chapter 11 The End
(Elsewhere in The Yards)
Wayne was guiding Jacob back to his office through the main customer areas of The Yards. The place was hopping today, and to Wayne's surprise, the parking lots were overflowing, requiring the need for off-site parking. He made it to the security staff door and used his key card to get them into the staff areas. Wayne looked back into the retail and entrance area, and you could not see past all the people. Wayne smiled to himself as he looked back into the retail area and he could not pass the droves of people. “We are going to make a fortune today!” he thought as the door closed behind him.
“Follow me to my office while we wait for Erin to get cleaned up and brought up to us.” Jacob remained silent as he followed behind Wayne who had his phone out as they walked. “TJ, I want every slave we have on hand processed, graded, and ready for sale today. Also, get with marketing and get some training slave packages thrown together too.” Wayne listened for a moment, “I don’t give a fuck what he wants to get it done, once the live streaming is over, we are going to need to be ready for the auction to begin, we have a huge opportunity here so let’s not fuck it up.” Wayne was nodding his head as he listened to the other side of the conversation. Jacob strained to hear what was going on. “Ok that’s fine but get on the phone with our satellite retail locations to see if we can get some of their slaves here or maybe set up some streaming auctions. I am guessing we have about 3 maybe 4 hours before the first auction should start. Oh, also get Jim and Ivan in here. They are the best closers so maybe we can convert some of these grading only into auction sales. Now get it done. “Wayne hung up the phone as they made it to his office. He took his place behind his desk as the drums started and the robed figures moved into the room on the screen. The cameras changed to a close-up of them guiding the lingerie-clad slave to the center of the chamber.
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Jacob tried his best to avoid looking at the TV then nervously Jacob stood and moved to Wayne's desk with his back to the screen, “Where is my wife, Wayne?”
Just as he was about to answer, the back of his office opened and a wrangler brought Erin into the room. She was dressed in a Yards wrangler outfit herself, when she saw her husband, she ran and threw her arms around him crying silently into his shoulder. Wayne admired them for a moment with a ping of jealousy. They held each other tight, and he could hear Erins’ softly weeping. He decided to give them the moment and flicked through the security feeds checking out all the customer areas. The Millers were forgotten as he saw restaurants, bars, and stores all teaming with people. He switched to the auction areas, and they too had all of the seats full leaving standing room only in many areas. He switched the camera again to a view of the slave display room.
The slave display room was exceptionally busy, experiencing the surge in business the rest of The Yards was experiencing. Morgan had her arms secured high above her head. A dildo slave mount was deep in her ass and secured to the floor of the pedestal between her legs. She had no idea how long she had been on display, but almost the entire time she had been she had been groped, fingered, pinched, and fondled in one way or another. Now there was a pause in the attention that she and the 20 or so other slaves on display had been receiving from the shoppers. Everyone in the room had stopped to watch her best friend lying helplessly waiting to have her cherry claimed by the man fortunate enough to afford the privilege. Morgan had forgotten the aches in her arms and ass as the action on the screen showed a man in a purple ornate robe moved to the end of the altar near Kaylee’s feet and turning his back to her faced the camera.
(Kaylee)
I lifted my head and strained my neck to look down at the man standing at the end of the stone altar I was on. My mouth was dry as I speculated about how the man in purple was preparing to take what he had purchased.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” He paused, raising his arms as if he was addressing a huge mass of people rather than the few people standing around him, and the people sitting in front of their computers at home. “You are all here to bear witness to the claiming of this virgin slave.”
“OOH OOH OOH OOH!” The men in the room made a grunting monkey-like cheer as he spoke. The sound seemed fitting, leaving me with a feeling of being nothing more than an animal about to be rutted like any forest beast. Except “I was not an animal,” I thought. My breathing changed as I began to imagine this man climbing onto the altar and forcing his cock into my virgin hole. The fear and nervousness I was experiencing only made the heat in my pussy radiate from my body. I felt sure that everyone in the room and maybe even those people at home could smell that I was ready.
“Soon the master will claim his prize,” he went on.
Wait so this guy was just an emcee and not the man I was anticipating,
“We now offer this virgin as a sacrifice to the gods of fertility, lust, and submission. From this day forth may her cunt always overflow with cum!” He smiled at the camera as he waved his arms about.
“CUNT OVERFLOWITH!” The men around the room spoke loudly in unison. Then the emcee disappeared, and the drums began beating again but softly. There was a rustling sound and a group of women naked sparking with glitter wearing similar masks as the men entered the chamber. They entered the room as I had, but they escorted a man in the middle of them who was wearing an all-black robe. The robe was long, and the hood covered his head, obscuring him completely from me. He soon stood at the end of the altar waiting. All but two of the women moved away and knelt beside one of the men except for the two that were closest to my head.
Mandy Pierce
Mandy had been cleaned up early that morning and allowed to rest before being prepared for this event. She was naked and covered in body glitter, her face obscured by a half-face mask; she was one of eight women escorting the man she had assumed bought the right to Kaylee. She felt like she had in some way betrayed her student as she stood in the chamber watching her twisting on the altar. She saw a nod from the stage director. It was the queue for her and the rest of the slave escorts to move to the outside of the chamber and kneel beside one of the robed men.
Kaylee
The two men who had lifted me onto the altar stepped up to me again and placed both of their hands on either side of my chest. I could feel the warmth of their hands on my breast as I tried to focus on each moment. I tried to find a place in my mind where I could come to terms with it and enjoy it since it was inevitable. I saw a slight nod from the man at the end of the altar. Then so quickly I had no idea what was happening until it was over, I felt them close their hands on the thin sheer material of the lingerie, and with one quick forceful yank, the babydoll was ripped from my body. I screamed out as the soft fabric was shredded from my body; the few remains were swept away from my tits leaving them completely exposed. Before I realized anything else was happening the sheer panties were also ripped from my body. I lay there panting, my heart racing. The men stepped to my feet, and each one took an ankle. They stepped away from the altar spreading my legs wide then stepped backward toward my head lifting my legs high and wide. I started to blush when I felt the cool air against my pussy and felt myself leaking onto the altar.
Looking down my body I saw the two women still flanking the stranger in purple robes grabbing the arms of the robe and slowly removing it from his body. Seeing him for the first time I took in the man that was about to have me. He must have been in his mid to late 50's, slightly overweight, balding white guy that I never would have found attractive in any way, yet I felt my pussy tingle as I looked at him. He moved toward the altar and took a step up giving me the first view of his cock. All the fantasies I had about this moment came crashing down in a wave of sadness, his cock was not much more than average, yet I felt my pussy tingle again. He wrapped his arms around my legs and pulled my hips toward him causing the ropes to dig deeper into my wrists.
“I can’t wait to feel that warm cunt wrapped around my cock.” He was stroking his cock up and down my slit pushing forward as his head slowly moved between my labia. He shifted his hips again and I felt the head of his cock slip further between them and into me until he was pressing against my hymen. I took a deep breath in as I felt him pressing against it again before retreating. He pressed back into me and held it there. I bit my lip as I felt the constant pressure increase. “Oh, fuck your pussy is tight!”
I recognized his voice as he moved his hips pulling out and then pressing into me again. My pussy was soaked, lubricating the tip of his cock as he pulled back out. I looked closer at him, and as he pressed into me again, he leaned forward and pressed harder into me and my hymen. The pressure and pain were growing rather intense then there was a sudden pop. I don’t know if it popped or felt like a pop, but he suddenly surged forward stretching open my pussy for the first time. I squeezed my eyes shut and I held my breath at the sudden surge of pain and warm wetness that I felt down there.
“OHHHH fucking god!” he moaned as he held his dick deep in my pussy, allowing it to reshape itself around a cock for the first time. I kept my eyes closed coming to terms with everything I was feeling both emotionally and physically. He then pulled almost all the way out and pushed back into me slowly holding it deep in me again. “So, fucking tight!” I heard him say it again. My eyes flew open, and I looked at him as if for the first time and realized who was in me taking my virginity.
I realized I recognized the voice. The voice I and thousands of others heard so many times thanking us for watching SSBN programming at the conclusion of every network show that was watched or downloaded. I was not sure how to process my realization that Mitch Berglebloom the single wealthiest media owner and 10th richest person in the US was fucking me. He pulled out again quickly and pressed into me slow and deliberately as his hands found my tits and he began to squeeze them, gripping them, holding on to them for leverage as he pushed his cock back into me. Out again nice and slow, but this time he hesitated for a moment, dug his fingers into the tender flesh of my tits before slamming his cock into me in a hard deliberate thrust. He grunted as he pulled back again quickly and slammed into me. Over and over he pulled out of me again and slammed his cock into my pussy harder and faster each time I laid back bracing for each thrust the men still holding my legs open and wide allowing him the deepest of penetration. His thumb and finger flicked my nipple, pinching it as he slammed hard into me again.
“OHHHHHHHH GAWWDDDDDDDD!” I screamed out my body bouncing and shaking. My hips had a mind of their own lifting into the air as he thrust into me again. The men holding me fought to keep their grips. “FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” I was thrashing my head from side to side as he continued to pump his hips driving his magnificent cock in and out of me. I could no longer think, but I could feel every nerve in my body exploding a third time after just a few more of his hard thrusts. I started to shake and twist. One of the men lost their grip on my ankle, causing my hips to fall back against the altar. His cock slipped out of me, and I felt hot liquid erupting from my pussy all over me, the altar, and Mitch. I was shaking and delirious as more liquid flowed from my pussy, before I lost all my strength and collapsed into the altar.
I became vaguely aware of the laughing and cheering all around me. I groggily looked down and saw a cameraman was taking up-close video of my pussy. I was instantly embarrassed, and humiliated turning my head to the side. I saw that all the women that had escorted the master were on their knees sucking the robed men they had been paired with. I gasped when I felt the cock enter me again.
"You like your master's cock don’t you slave?” he asked as he held his cock in me. He slowly started to fuck me again, “Holy fuck you may be the hottest slave around.” he picked up his pace to a steadily fucking rhythm “Never in all my experience have I seen a slave let alone a virgin squirt like you. That shit must have shot out of you two feet.”
“I squirted,” I thought to myself, and somehow, I kind of felt better. I was relieved because I thought I had suffered the humiliation of peeing all over him on national TV. The pain was all but gone and I began to become aware of how good a cock felt as it moved inside of me. I felt myself letting go as another orgasm surged through my body. He didn’t pause or hesitate this time and just kept fucking me as my body shook and it only incentivized him to fuck me harder. I could hear more sounds of sex around me. I looked around seeing all the female slaves were now engaged in some kind of sexual activity with the men that had escorted me. I imagined how I must look bound and the center of this ritualistic, virgin sacrifice orgy and I came again before passing out.
I was only out for a few moments when my face being slapped woke me up. Master Mitch was gasping and painting. Sweat was dripping from his nose onto my belly as he fucked me as hard and as fast as he could. Then without warning, he moved his hand to my neck, gripping it tightly he slammed into me two or three more times before I felt his cock flex and jerk inside of me.
“OHHHHGGOODDFUCKKING WHORE!! He blasted out holding himself deep and I felt cum inside me for the first time.
I lay there under the bright light, and I felt calm and relaxed, and I felt awkward, as he held himself in me trying to catch his breath. I wasn’t sure if I should speak, thank him, tell him it was good. “Was that good?” I thought, “I mean I came but was he a good size, did he fuck me well?”
I was lost in my thoughts and daydreaming about what had just happened when he spoke, “Best fuck I have had in a long time, maybe ever.”
I felt a small smile creep across my face but held the much larger one back to myself. He pulled back and his cock slipped from me, leaving an empty coolness in my crotch. The men let go of my legs as Master Mitch and stepped off the stool. I could feel the slickness of his seed running out of me further down between my legs.
A chair had been brought out for my master to sit and rest. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the male and female slaves that were rutting closest to him. “You need to get her cleaned up slut, and you do the same for me and get me ready for round two.”
The female slave jumped up and quickly dropped to her knees between my legs and started to drag her tongue through my swollen leaking pussy lips. I looked past her as the male slave was taking the soft cock of the master into his mouth. My focus shifted back to the woman between my legs and my eyes caught hers. She was gently kissing my pussy lips and felt a sense of recognition between us when she smiled at me. I closed my eyes and sighed when her tongue hit my slit sending more sparks and tingles through me. She must have known she had gotten a response because her efforts became more intense, sucking my clit between her lips and gently biting it. Pushing my legs apart as he lapped and sucked my pussy. Looking deep into her eyes trying to calm my breathing she smiled again and winked at me.
“Miss Pierce?” I spoke aloud realizing my teacher was between my legs. My verbal recognition of my teacher was a mistake as two things happened quickly after the words escaped my lips. Her smile turned harsh and she bit my clit harder sending yet another surge through my spine only to be rocked back to reality as one of the men that had tied me down slapped my breast closest to him hard causing my whole chest to shake and ripple.
“Slaves do not speak unless spoken to!” he slapped my breast again causing me to choke back a sob as I felt a tear trail down my cheek.
I looked back down at Miss Pierce. Her face was buried in my pussy, my eyes began to flutter, and I clamped my thighs around her head and felt myself squirting again as every muscle in my body tightened at the same time. It was just for a few moments before until all my muscles quit on me as I melted back into the stone slab.
I must have fallen asleep or passed out because the next realization I had was of my body being turned over and moved back into the middle of the altar. I was now face down and bent at the hips with my legs spread and tied to the base of the altar. My hands were tied behind my back, and a wedge of some kind was pushed under my chest lifting me off the stone slab. I tried to keep my head upright, but it caused too much tension on my back, so I hung my head my forehead resting on the altar.
Once I was secure, I heard my master clap his hands once, “Begin!” he said with authority. It only took a couple of seconds before I knew what “BEGIN” meant. Without warning hands were digging into the soft flesh of my hips and a cock was forcing its way into my pussy. I leaned up and turned my head to see one of the masked slaves fucking me at a nice steady pace.
The rest of the male slaves were lined up behind him stroking themselves and waiting their turn, I dropped my head and moaned. I felt myself squeezing him as he pumped away. The passion began building in me when he grunted thrust hard holding himself deep, I heard myself whimper when I felt his cock jerking inside of me.
He withdrew, “ERRRR! I was so close” I thought and realized I was wiggling my ass at the next cock about to enter me. I felt some discomfort deep when he first entered. I grunted and bore down as he gripped my hips holding himself buried in me. His movements began slow and deliberate, and the discomfort would come and go as his cock did. My pussy was giving me mixed feelings as he fucked me slow at first. Looking back at him he appeared to be longer than a tennis racket. He pulled his cock out looking at me teasing me with the tip of it before quickly driving it as far as he could. My toes curled as I tried to pull away from the pressure he was creating against my cervix, but I was locked tight to the altar.
“Mmmm your cunt is so nice; I hope you are here a few days. I would love to get a cervical orgasm out of you.” He started to thrust faster making sure to drive into me deep with each thrust. It felt like my eyes were bugging out of my head as I tried to reconcile whether the pressure was pleasurable or painful.
“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!” I screamed out as my hips were shaking to the soles of my feet. Only ten thrusts or so, and I thrashed around as I felt more of my cum leaking out around his cock. I hung my head panting trying to calm down. I had not felt him cum inside of me, but as I lay recovering a third cock entered me. I was still delirious from the massive orgasm and felt my body easily give in to another orgasm. This one was weak, and I felt myself slip in and out of consciousness as the remaining slaves used my cunt. Quickly fucking me, cumming, and moving aside. I was vaguely aware that I had nothing in me and the activity had stopped.
“Slave.” The voice was soft, and I felt a gentle hand pushing the wet strands of hair off my forehead behind my ears. “It’s time,” he said. I was looking up at him, my breathing finally back to normal. “It is time for your last virgin hole to be taken. Without thinking I tried to close my legs, but all I ended up down was squeezing some cum out of my swollen pussy. I felt it slide down my pussy to my clit before dripping onto the altar. “You have performed well, and it is obvious to everyone you long for the collar. To honor you and the sluts that have laid here before you I am offering your virgin hole to your slave guide.”
I was confused. I understood that he was going to let someone else fuck my ass for the first time, but I struggled to understand who my slave guide was. Then she appeared next to him. Her mask had been removed and she was wearing the largest strap-on dildo I had ever seen.
“Oh my god,” I whispered when I saw it. It was shiny black with large, raised bumps all over the shaft. The shaft itself was maybe seven or eight inches long, and thicker than an energy drink can. I felt like I was going to vomit imagining how that would ever fit into my ass. I finally looked up swallowing trying to help the dry mouth I was experiencing and saw Miss Pierce looking down on me with mine and my master's cum frying on her nose and chin.
He looked at her, ‘you may begin,” he said simply, and she quickly moved away. The thick toy bounced with every step she took as she moved between my legs at the bottom of the altar. “I understand she brought you to me.” I began to panic a little when I felt her movements between my legs. “And now I am offering you to her as a reward.” I felt her hands on the inside of my thighs, her thumbs gripping my flesh pushing the inside of my ass cheeks apart.
I tried to distract myself looking down at the master's cock trying to study every ridge and bump as it stuck out from his body. I noticed he was leaking from the slit in the head when I felt Miss Pierce run the tip of the dildo through the lips of my pussy to my virgin puckered hole. I felt a glob of the spent cum drip onto my rosebud followed by a finger swirling it around and slipping in just a little. In and out as she seemed to be lubing me up with the spent slave cum draining from me. I felt the head of the toy between my lips again as it started to stroke up and down. She did this a few times and I felt her pushing it deeper into my slit and then back up to my ass hole where another large amount of cum dribbled off. She ran the head back down my pussy lips again, and without warning she rocked her hips forward. The head hesitated outside of my now open pussy. It tried to resist, but with all of the cum lubricating the way in it slipped in easily and slid in stretching my pussy more than I had yet to experience.
“AHHHHHHHH MY FUCK!” was all that I screamed out as my eyes rolled into my head and my hips started to buck driving the rigid toy even deep in me.
My master laughed, “Such a good slave.” he pushed a finger into my mouth. I started to suck his finger as my pussy was getting pummeled hard and fast by my teacher, my mistress, my POA, and now my slave guide. I was lost in just feeling when I felt her pull the toy all the way out, and then press it against my virgin hole.
“NO NO NO PLEASE IT IS TOO BIG!” I started to cry out as best I could with a finger in my mouth.
I felt the pressure building against my hole. “NO NO PLEASE! IT’S TOO MUCH!” I could not imagine that my ass would ever allow something that large in. The side of the altar was hard and rough and dug into my hips halting any escape from the evil toy. I felt my ass start to open. “OHHHHH NOO PLEASE I..” I was silenced as a cock seeping with precum slipped into my mouth. I looked up at him. My eyes watered when there was a sudden surge forward. My ass gave way. “AAARMMPHMEAR!!” I tried to scream out in pain and surprise, but all that came out was a muffled noise. I felt myself break out into an instant sweat as she slowly slipped into me. The pain surged from my bottom to my throat. I felt dizzy then I felt something in my anus burst against the thick toy filling my ass with fluid. My body was filled with a rush of warmth, and I remembered the pink butt pill. The next sound that came out of me was a low animal grown as Miss Pierce's hips met mine. My ass was pulsating around the toy, as she pulled it out and slammed it back in. I arched my back pushing myself back as best I could to meet her. I was sucking my master's cock hard hungry to satisfy the man that was giving this slave so much pleasure. She pulled out quickly again, and slapping my ass slammed it back into me. She drove me forward making me gag and cough on his cock. One more stroke and the three of us had found a rhythm. I was in the middle of them being split-roasted. I felt hands on my breasts pinching and squeezing my nipples sending more waves of heat into my cunt. I was unaware of anything but the pleasure my body was feeling, and it was not long before my fluttered and I screamed out shaking through another massive orgasm. My head fell limp hitting the stone altar as he continued to fuck my mouth my last conscious feeling was of his cum erupting onto my mouth and face.
I was shocked out of my deep sleep by the strong whiff of ammonia, I twisted my head and pulled back running into the side of my slave cage. I had my arms up in a vain attempt to protect myself.
“Good morning, I wasn’t sure if you were ever going to wake up, but considering the day you had I figured you needed your rest. It is however unheard of for a slave to sleep more than eight hours let alone fourteen.” The man was well dressed. It was the same man that had spoken to us when everything had gone wrong. “I want to thank you for probably the best revenue day we have ever had.”
“Um, you're welcome?” I wasn’t sure what to say and my tone was more of a question than a comment.
“You are probably wondering what now, and well I guess I would be asking that too if I were you. I, however, think that it would be better that someone closer to you answer that question.” He stood up and took a step back.
“Hi, honey how are you feeling?” My mom and dad appeared from nowhere and knelt beside the cage. My dad was silent looking down at the ground as my mom spoke.
I started to cry uncontrollably. “Momma, daddy I am so sorry I never meant for this to happen. I never meant to embarrass you. Please forgive me.” My sobbing became uncontrollable as I leaned into the side of the cage close to my parents. I felt my mom’s hand on my head through the bars of the cage as I unloaded all of my emotions.
“Shhhhhh, It’s ok.” My mother repeated as she stroked my head. It was a few minutes before I was calm enough to look up at them. I was still crying but felt the warmth from my mom’s soft smile fill me. I glanced at my dad, who would not, or could not, make eye contact with me. My father seemed to freeze out all the warmth that my mother brought.
I wiped the snot from my nose and with no other place to wipe it rubbed it into my leg, “Do I get to go home with you,” I was able to choke out between breaths and sniffing through my still-clogged nose.
“Oh hunny I wish that it were that easy.” Erin’s voice began to crack, and she paused as she tried to find the strength not to cry herself. I watched her jaw flex, then she squeezed her eyes shut and quickly stood up. “I can’t!” she said, shaking her head and stepping away from me. I was numb as I looked at her “Jacob, can you?”
“Kaylee.” he just looked down as he spoke, staring through the floor between his shoes, “This is your mess that you're going to have to deal with. There is no getting out of it.”
“Daddy I don’t.” He glared at me and I stopped speaking.
“You have messed yourself up now. I told you with all of your dressing like a common whore, acting wild, and running around with that girl you would wind up in trouble.” He stood up and loomed over me, “Well you have gone and done it really good this time and,” he paused for just a moment sighing, “and well you are on your own.”
“Wha.” I shook my head bewildered as he stepped over to my mom and the owner of the hell I now found myself in. I was not sure what was going on. I sat and just watched the three of them, wondering and waiting for what was next. I sat there in confusion listening to the three of them whispering back and forth.
The man standing with them beckoned over one of the wranglers, who quickly left with the worker out of a side door. He turned to me and called over another wrangler. “Get her ready for auction. Make sure that the auctions are all halted for the duration of the press conference, and make sure this one has a good view of a TV proceeding before she is led to the blocks.”
“BLOCKS!” I screamed,” NO NO NO NO!” I started to thrash around in my cage, a futile attempt to break free and catch up with my parents.
“And devox her, no one wants to hear that shit.” He flung his hand at me before turning and finding his way out of the room.
I felt dizzy. I barely felt the wrangler playing with my breasts while unhooking me from my display pedestal. My thighs were slick from my juices that seemed to flow nonstop out of me. The constant attention my body received while I was on display before my evitable sale kept me perpetually aroused. I had mixed feelings hearing people talking about my performances the day before, my final Prime Plus grade, and the speculation on how much I would bring. My wrangler pinched my nipple, and I winced looking down at his hand. My once alabaster breasts were now deep blues and purples from all of the attention they had received.
“They look bad, but there are so many buyers in the auction room that are going to love seeing them.” he poked one of the bruises, and I sucked in my breath wincing. “I would love to play with you more, but I need to get you ready for the press conference.”
Press Conference
I am David Jones with the Department of Agriculture. At this time, we would like to read you our prepared statements. We will not be taking any questions. You have also been given dossiers on all of the individuals involved including SIN’s, original names at birth, and current status. The rest of the information is available to you through the Slave Registry Database. As you all are aware, one Kaylee Miller, daughter of Jacob and Erin Miller who are with me today, Morgan Sims, and Amanda Pierce were taken into custody here at The Yards during a routine slave grading. Unfortunately, a significant error occurred due to a legislative gray area surrounding the delay between rural communities and the larger DoA systems. Miss Pierce is currently indentured in a government job placement program. To assist these young ladies with a grading she violated this law, due to her status and not being allowed to own any indentured herself. Normally these violations do not occur because Miss Pierce would never have made it through the verification process. However, due to technological delays, the Power of Attorney authorization documents were issued granting her ownership of these two young women.” He paused as he flipped his note card. “The law has rules in place to accommodate situations such as these. However, as I mentioned before Miss Peirce’s unique indentured service contract has created some legal challenges for all of those involved. The details are in the dossiers, but long story short ownership of these women fell back to current slave ownership and in this case, Miss Pierce's current owner appears to be The Yards through one of its subsidiaries, and at this time Mr. Newport, owner of The Yards would like to say a few words.”
Wayne smoothly slid in front of the podium, “Thank you, David. As David mentioned, this difficult situation has caused the two slaves in question to fall under my ownership. At the time this occurred, I was at my limit of owned indentured which alerted my team. I am a businessman and having seen the quality of the product, and not knowing the full details of the situation, I took advantage of the financial opportunity that had presented itself. Now that the full details have come to light some concessions need to be made to help everyone involved and set a precedent in the unfortunate case that something like this happens again. We will get into those more in a moment, but I want to be clear in my next statement. Kaylee Miller, now known as slave 1801 will be getting the majority of the proceeds from the virginity auction.”
Mr. Jones stepped back over and took over where Wayne had left off, “to further complicate things we have not had this issue come up in the past, and we have met with all parties involved to come up with a solution. The following will be made available to each of your organizations for publication as you leave here today. First to avoid a court hearing and legal arguments that could be tied in the court systems for five years or better each of the indentured agreed to a contract term of 24 months. Miss Pierce will be able to serve her indentured service the same as she has been under her current work program she is under. The two other slaves will receive private tutoring until a GED can be taken. Service until the GED is completed is limited to the evening hours from 5 pm until 10 pm on weekdays and 5 pm Fridays until 10 pm on Sundays on weekends. If either chooses to go to college or trade school during the twenty-four months They will be able to do so at no additional cost to them, however, their term of service will extend to sixty months as we do with other indentured in the job program.” he pulled off his glasses and put them in his pocket, “Last in regards to slave number 101-73-1801 that most of the nation watched in a broadcast last night. “Due to the confusion of ownership and POA rights; It has been decided that she will retain the bulk of the proceeds from the auction. The Yards are only able to claim any fees and charges in the commission on the auction.”
My heart leaped at the news. I could endure twenty-four months until I became a millionaire. I felt giddy as I watched my parents standing a few steps back from the podium. They both looked far more tired and disheveled than when I had seen them a few hours ago. They were waiting for the man from the Department of Agriculture to finish his statement. “Now I would like to turn it over to the Miller family who would like to say a few words as well.”
He stepped aside so Jacob and Erin could have the podium. Once at the podium, they looked out past it into the faces of the fifteen or twenty reports and interested parties that had gathered. Jacob took his wife's hand and leaned into the microphone, “Thank you, everyone, for your support today, Erin and I greatly appreciate our supporters both here and at home. As you may by now know that it was our daughter that was broadcast last night on a pay-per-view,” he paused for dramatic effect trying to give the impression he was holding back a tsunami of tears. “We have spoken with her today, and she is safe and in good spirits. This is a tragic situation for everyone involved and we would like to ask for privacy for our family as we work through this.” The press started to shout and wave frantically at them both. Jacob dropped Erin's hand placing them both on the sides of the podium. “ I can take a few questions, " Erin took a step back and looked at her husband to manage the crowd as he did best.
“Did you know your daughter had slave and submissive tendencies?” One reporter shouted above the rest.
“I won’t comment on what might be going on in the mind of my daughter, but I will say she is in our prayers, and we will love her and be here for her as we navigate this challenging time.”
“Is it true that the coalition has asked you to resign?” The reports fell silent waiting for his response.
Jacob steadied himself and stood tall as the crowd fell waiting for his answer. This is the question Wayne and he had been waiting for. This was the one answer that would lay the groundwork for the rest of their future.
“You can assume this situation is not what an organization like ours would want to have their leader involved with, and you would be right if this had occurred as little as two months ago. Over the last few weeks, we have been meeting and taking steps to change the direction of the Coalition. It has become obvious that slavery is not going anywhere, and we have spent a great deal of time and resources that many in the organization felt was a losing battle.” He took a deep breath as he prepared to make his next comment. “The coalition has decided to change our focus from fighting to change laws to that of supporting, and rehabilitation for those men and women as they leave their indentured service. We are called to love, and in a show of love, we will offer counseling, educational services, and investment services to better support them as they prepare for their lives on the outside. We expect to release more information to the press in the coming weeks, now please give my wife and me some time and space to work through this family tragedy.” He held out his hand to his wife as he stepped back from the podium and Erin laced her fingers into his smiling to the crowd as they stepped back.
The reporters erupted with loud quick questions waving their hands frantically at them with the need to have their questions answered by the couple.
Erin heard one above the rest that drew her attention and she stepped up to the podium pointed to the middle-aged reporter in the middle of the crowd. “You, what was your question?”
“Thank you, Mrs. Miller,” the rest of the press grew quiet around the female journalist. They held out their phones to record what he was about to ask. “Is it true that you intend to join your daughter in her indentured service?” There was a collective gasp from the crowd as they all looked at Erin.
Jacob put his hand on her shoulder and tried to guide her away, but she shrugged him off. “Eighteen years ago, I put my life on hold to assist my husband Jacob and be the wife that he needed. I raised our daughter and ran a household founded on strong biblical leadership, and Christian values, and despite the recent events I think we did a pretty good job.” She gripped the podium, her knuckles turned white as her fingers dug into the hard polished wood. “I have chosen to finish my degree in psychology, and to further benefit the coalition and its new mission, I will be entering into eighteen months of indentured service as part of finalizing my slave psychologist credentials. That will be all.” She stepped back from the podium as the crowd erupted again in a barrage of questions.
Wayne had expected this to be Erin’s decision but was caught a little off guard by such a quick and public announcement. He reacted quickly, motioning for two wranglers to act, they moved up behind her and quickly separated her from her husband. There in front of all of the witnesses, they secured a collar and leash around her neck and led her quickly away.
Wayne looked out at the press as they all had their phone cameras up capturing the whole scene as Erin was led away into the building.
There was an eruption of questions from the press, Wayne stepped up to the podium, “Thank you that brings a conclusion to the act press conference. We will be in contact in the future with more updates if they seem relevant.” He ushered everyone off stage and through the onslaught of the media snapping pictures and screaming out questions they knew would not be answered.
The screen was shut off and a wrangler appeared with my leash and got me to my feet. Too much had happened over the last two days for me to digest, And I just shuffled along behind him as he pulled my lead. I was soon in a bright hall and I heard my father's busy voice asking a ton of questions that I was not able to focus on. It was just chatter, but I lifted my head as his voice grew louder. I locked eyes with my mother as two wranglers were taking control of her. She mouthed sorry as I was pulled past her, I turned my head to watch them cut her blouse and skirt from her body. There was a tug on my leash and I turned to see the directional arrows and “auction blocks” sign pointing to a corridor to my right. I was pulled down the hall and caught one final glimpse of my mom as the steel collar clicked closed around her neck. The next memory I had was the sound of the gavel and the auctioneer shouting “SOLD!” above the cheers and rambunctious applause.
The Yards Chapter 11 The End
(Elsewhere in The Yards)
Wayne was guiding Jacob back to his office through the main customer areas of The Yards. The place was hopping today, and to Wayne's surprise, the parking lots were overflowing, requiring the need for off-site parking. He made it to the security staff door and used his key card to get them into the staff areas. Wayne looked back into the retail and entrance area, and you could not see past all the people. Wayne smiled to himself as he looked back into the retail area and he could not pass the droves of people. “We are going to make a fortune today!” he thought as the door closed behind him.
“Follow me to my office while we wait for Erin to get cleaned up and brought up to us.” Jacob remained silent as he followed behind Wayne who had his phone out as they walked. “TJ, I want every slave we have on hand processed, graded, and ready for sale today. Also, get with marketing and get some training slave packages thrown together too.” Wayne listened for a moment, “I don’t give a fuck what he wants to get it done, once the live streaming is over, we are going to need to be ready for the auction to begin, we have a huge opportunity here so let’s not fuck it up.” Wayne was nodding his head as he listened to the other side of the conversation. Jacob strained to hear what was going on. “Ok that’s fine but get on the phone with our satellite retail locations to see if we can get some of their slaves here or maybe set up some streaming auctions. I am guessing we have about 3 maybe 4 hours before the first auction should start. Oh, also get Jim and Ivan in here. They are the best closers so maybe we can convert some of these grading only into auction sales. Now get it done. “Wayne hung up the phone as they made it to his office. He took his place behind his desk as the drums started and the robed figures moved into the room on the screen. The cameras changed to a close-up of them guiding the lingerie-clad slave to the center of the chamber.
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Jacob tried his best to avoid looking at the TV then nervously Jacob stood and moved to Wayne's desk with his back to the screen, “Where is my wife, Wayne?”
Just as he was about to answer, the back of his office opened and a wrangler brought Erin into the room. She was dressed in a Yards wrangler outfit herself, when she saw her husband, she ran and threw her arms around him crying silently into his shoulder. Wayne admired them for a moment with a ping of jealousy. They held each other tight, and he could hear Erins’ softly weeping. He decided to give them the moment and flicked through the security feeds checking out all the customer areas. The Millers were forgotten as he saw restaurants, bars, and stores all teaming with people. He switched to the auction areas, and they too had all of the seats full leaving standing room only in many areas. He switched the camera again to a view of the slave display room.
The slave display room was exceptionally busy, experiencing the surge in business the rest of The Yards was experiencing. Morgan had her arms secured high above her head. A dildo slave mount was deep in her ass and secured to the floor of the pedestal between her legs. She had no idea how long she had been on display, but almost the entire time she had been she had been groped, fingered, pinched, and fondled in one way or another. Now there was a pause in the attention that she and the 20 or so other slaves on display had been receiving from the shoppers. Everyone in the room had stopped to watch her best friend lying helplessly waiting to have her cherry claimed by the man fortunate enough to afford the privilege. Morgan had forgotten the aches in her arms and ass as the action on the screen showed a man in a purple ornate robe moved to the end of the altar near Kaylee’s feet and turning his back to her faced the camera.
(Kaylee)
I lifted my head and strained my neck to look down at the man standing at the end of the stone altar I was on. My mouth was dry as I speculated about how the man in purple was preparing to take what he had purchased.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” He paused, raising his arms as if he was addressing a huge mass of people rather than the few people standing around him, and the people sitting in front of their computers at home. “You are all here to bear witness to the claiming of this virgin slave.”
“OOH OOH OOH OOH!” The men in the room made a grunting monkey-like cheer as he spoke. The sound seemed fitting, leaving me with a feeling of being nothing more than an animal about to be rutted like any forest beast. Except “I was not an animal,” I thought. My breathing changed as I began to imagine this man climbing onto the altar and forcing his cock into my virgin hole. The fear and nervousness I was experiencing only made the heat in my pussy radiate from my body. I felt sure that everyone in the room and maybe even those people at home could smell that I was ready.
“Soon the master will claim his prize,” he went on.
Wait so this guy was just an emcee and not the man I was anticipating,
“We now offer this virgin as a sacrifice to the gods of fertility, lust, and submission. From this day forth may her cunt always overflow with cum!” He smiled at the camera as he waved his arms about.
“CUNT OVERFLOWITH!” The men around the room spoke loudly in unison. Then the emcee disappeared, and the drums began beating again but softly. There was a rustling sound and a group of women naked sparking with glitter wearing similar masks as the men entered the chamber. They entered the room as I had, but they escorted a man in the middle of them who was wearing an all-black robe. The robe was long, and the hood covered his head, obscuring him completely from me. He soon stood at the end of the altar waiting. All but two of the women moved away and knelt beside one of the men except for the two that were closest to my head.
Mandy Pierce
Mandy had been cleaned up early that morning and allowed to rest before being prepared for this event. She was naked and covered in body glitter, her face obscured by a half-face mask; she was one of eight women escorting the man she had assumed bought the right to Kaylee. She felt like she had in some way betrayed her student as she stood in the chamber watching her twisting on the altar. She saw a nod from the stage director. It was the queue for her and the rest of the slave escorts to move to the outside of the chamber and kneel beside one of the robed men.
Kaylee
The two men who had lifted me onto the altar stepped up to me again and placed both of their hands on either side of my chest. I could feel the warmth of their hands on my breast as I tried to focus on each moment. I tried to find a place in my mind where I could come to terms with it and enjoy it since it was inevitable. I saw a slight nod from the man at the end of the altar. Then so quickly I had no idea what was happening until it was over, I felt them close their hands on the thin sheer material of the lingerie, and with one quick forceful yank, the babydoll was ripped from my body. I screamed out as the soft fabric was shredded from my body; the few remains were swept away from my tits leaving them completely exposed. Before I realized anything else was happening the sheer panties were also ripped from my body. I lay there panting, my heart racing. The men stepped to my feet, and each one took an ankle. They stepped away from the altar spreading my legs wide then stepped backward toward my head lifting my legs high and wide. I started to blush when I felt the cool air against my pussy and felt myself leaking onto the altar.
Looking down my body I saw the two women still flanking the stranger in purple robes grabbing the arms of the robe and slowly removing it from his body. Seeing him for the first time I took in the man that was about to have me. He must have been in his mid to late 50's, slightly overweight, balding white guy that I never would have found attractive in any way, yet I felt my pussy tingle as I looked at him. He moved toward the altar and took a step up giving me the first view of his cock. All the fantasies I had about this moment came crashing down in a wave of sadness, his cock was not much more than average, yet I felt my pussy tingle again. He wrapped his arms around my legs and pulled my hips toward him causing the ropes to dig deeper into my wrists.
“I can’t wait to feel that warm cunt wrapped around my cock.” He was stroking his cock up and down my slit pushing forward as his head slowly moved between my labia. He shifted his hips again and I felt the head of his cock slip further between them and into me until he was pressing against my hymen. I took a deep breath in as I felt him pressing against it again before retreating. He pressed back into me and held it there. I bit my lip as I felt the constant pressure increase. “Oh, fuck your pussy is tight!”
I recognized his voice as he moved his hips pulling out and then pressing into me again. My pussy was soaked, lubricating the tip of his cock as he pulled back out. I looked closer at him, and as he pressed into me again, he leaned forward and pressed harder into me and my hymen. The pressure and pain were growing rather intense then there was a sudden pop. I don’t know if it popped or felt like a pop, but he suddenly surged forward stretching open my pussy for the first time. I squeezed my eyes shut and I held my breath at the sudden surge of pain and warm wetness that I felt down there.
“OHHHH fucking god!” he moaned as he held his dick deep in my pussy, allowing it to reshape itself around a cock for the first time. I kept my eyes closed coming to terms with everything I was feeling both emotionally and physically. He then pulled almost all the way out and pushed back into me slowly holding it deep in me again. “So, fucking tight!” I heard him say it again. My eyes flew open, and I looked at him as if for the first time and realized who was in me taking my virginity.
I realized I recognized the voice. The voice I and thousands of others heard so many times thanking us for watching SSBN programming at the conclusion of every network show that was watched or downloaded. I was not sure how to process my realization that Mitch Berglebloom the single wealthiest media owner and 10th richest person in the US was fucking me. He pulled out again quickly and pressed into me slow and deliberately as his hands found my tits and he began to squeeze them, gripping them, holding on to them for leverage as he pushed his cock back into me. Out again nice and slow, but this time he hesitated for a moment, dug his fingers into the tender flesh of my tits before slamming his cock into me in a hard deliberate thrust. He grunted as he pulled back again quickly and slammed into me. Over and over he pulled out of me again and slammed his cock into my pussy harder and faster each time I laid back bracing for each thrust the men still holding my legs open and wide allowing him the deepest of penetration. His thumb and finger flicked my nipple, pinching it as he slammed hard into me again.
“OHHHHHHHH GAWWDDDDDDDD!” I screamed out my body bouncing and shaking. My hips had a mind of their own lifting into the air as he thrust into me again. The men holding me fought to keep their grips. “FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” I was thrashing my head from side to side as he continued to pump his hips driving his magnificent cock in and out of me. I could no longer think, but I could feel every nerve in my body exploding a third time after just a few more of his hard thrusts. I started to shake and twist. One of the men lost their grip on my ankle, causing my hips to fall back against the altar. His cock slipped out of me, and I felt hot liquid erupting from my pussy all over me, the altar, and Mitch. I was shaking and delirious as more liquid flowed from my pussy, before I lost all my strength and collapsed into the altar.
I became vaguely aware of the laughing and cheering all around me. I groggily looked down and saw a cameraman was taking up-close video of my pussy. I was instantly embarrassed, and humiliated turning my head to the side. I saw that all the women that had escorted the master were on their knees sucking the robed men they had been paired with. I gasped when I felt the cock enter me again.
"You like your master's cock don’t you slave?” he asked as he held his cock in me. He slowly started to fuck me again, “Holy fuck you may be the hottest slave around.” he picked up his pace to a steadily fucking rhythm “Never in all my experience have I seen a slave let alone a virgin squirt like you. That shit must have shot out of you two feet.”
“I squirted,” I thought to myself, and somehow, I kind of felt better. I was relieved because I thought I had suffered the humiliation of peeing all over him on national TV. The pain was all but gone and I began to become aware of how good a cock felt as it moved inside of me. I felt myself letting go as another orgasm surged through my body. He didn’t pause or hesitate this time and just kept fucking me as my body shook and it only incentivized him to fuck me harder. I could hear more sounds of sex around me. I looked around seeing all the female slaves were now engaged in some kind of sexual activity with the men that had escorted me. I imagined how I must look bound and the center of this ritualistic, virgin sacrifice orgy and I came again before passing out.
I was only out for a few moments when my face being slapped woke me up. Master Mitch was gasping and painting. Sweat was dripping from his nose onto my belly as he fucked me as hard and as fast as he could. Then without warning, he moved his hand to my neck, gripping it tightly he slammed into me two or three more times before I felt his cock flex and jerk inside of me.
“OHHHHGGOODDFUCKKING WHORE!! He blasted out holding himself deep and I felt cum inside me for the first time.
I lay there under the bright light, and I felt calm and relaxed, and I felt awkward, as he held himself in me trying to catch his breath. I wasn’t sure if I should speak, thank him, tell him it was good. “Was that good?” I thought, “I mean I came but was he a good size, did he fuck me well?”
I was lost in my thoughts and daydreaming about what had just happened when he spoke, “Best fuck I have had in a long time, maybe ever.”
I felt a small smile creep across my face but held the much larger one back to myself. He pulled back and his cock slipped from me, leaving an empty coolness in my crotch. The men let go of my legs as Master Mitch and stepped off the stool. I could feel the slickness of his seed running out of me further down between my legs.
A chair had been brought out for my master to sit and rest. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the male and female slaves that were rutting closest to him. “You need to get her cleaned up slut, and you do the same for me and get me ready for round two.”
The female slave jumped up and quickly dropped to her knees between my legs and started to drag her tongue through my swollen leaking pussy lips. I looked past her as the male slave was taking the soft cock of the master into his mouth. My focus shifted back to the woman between my legs and my eyes caught hers. She was gently kissing my pussy lips and felt a sense of recognition between us when she smiled at me. I closed my eyes and sighed when her tongue hit my slit sending more sparks and tingles through me. She must have known she had gotten a response because her efforts became more intense, sucking my clit between her lips and gently biting it. Pushing my legs apart as he lapped and sucked my pussy. Looking deep into her eyes trying to calm my breathing she smiled again and winked at me.
“Miss Pierce?” I spoke aloud realizing my teacher was between my legs. My verbal recognition of my teacher was a mistake as two things happened quickly after the words escaped my lips. Her smile turned harsh and she bit my clit harder sending yet another surge through my spine only to be rocked back to reality as one of the men that had tied me down slapped my breast closest to him hard causing my whole chest to shake and ripple.
“Slaves do not speak unless spoken to!” he slapped my breast again causing me to choke back a sob as I felt a tear trail down my cheek.
I looked back down at Miss Pierce. Her face was buried in my pussy, my eyes began to flutter, and I clamped my thighs around her head and felt myself squirting again as every muscle in my body tightened at the same time. It was just for a few moments before until all my muscles quit on me as I melted back into the stone slab.
I must have fallen asleep or passed out because the next realization I had was of my body being turned over and moved back into the middle of the altar. I was now face down and bent at the hips with my legs spread and tied to the base of the altar. My hands were tied behind my back, and a wedge of some kind was pushed under my chest lifting me off the stone slab. I tried to keep my head upright, but it caused too much tension on my back, so I hung my head my forehead resting on the altar.
Once I was secure, I heard my master clap his hands once, “Begin!” he said with authority. It only took a couple of seconds before I knew what “BEGIN” meant. Without warning hands were digging into the soft flesh of my hips and a cock was forcing its way into my pussy. I leaned up and turned my head to see one of the masked slaves fucking me at a nice steady pace.
The rest of the male slaves were lined up behind him stroking themselves and waiting their turn, I dropped my head and moaned. I felt myself squeezing him as he pumped away. The passion began building in me when he grunted thrust hard holding himself deep, I heard myself whimper when I felt his cock jerking inside of me.
He withdrew, “ERRRR! I was so close” I thought and realized I was wiggling my ass at the next cock about to enter me. I felt some discomfort deep when he first entered. I grunted and bore down as he gripped my hips holding himself buried in me. His movements began slow and deliberate, and the discomfort would come and go as his cock did. My pussy was giving me mixed feelings as he fucked me slow at first. Looking back at him he appeared to be longer than a tennis racket. He pulled his cock out looking at me teasing me with the tip of it before quickly driving it as far as he could. My toes curled as I tried to pull away from the pressure he was creating against my cervix, but I was locked tight to the altar.
“Mmmm your cunt is so nice; I hope you are here a few days. I would love to get a cervical orgasm out of you.” He started to thrust faster making sure to drive into me deep with each thrust. It felt like my eyes were bugging out of my head as I tried to reconcile whether the pressure was pleasurable or painful.
“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!” I screamed out as my hips were shaking to the soles of my feet. Only ten thrusts or so, and I thrashed around as I felt more of my cum leaking out around his cock. I hung my head panting trying to calm down. I had not felt him cum inside of me, but as I lay recovering a third cock entered me. I was still delirious from the massive orgasm and felt my body easily give in to another orgasm. This one was weak, and I felt myself slip in and out of consciousness as the remaining slaves used my cunt. Quickly fucking me, cumming, and moving aside. I was vaguely aware that I had nothing in me and the activity had stopped.
“Slave.” The voice was soft, and I felt a gentle hand pushing the wet strands of hair off my forehead behind my ears. “It’s time,” he said. I was looking up at him, my breathing finally back to normal. “It is time for your last virgin hole to be taken. Without thinking I tried to close my legs, but all I ended up down was squeezing some cum out of my swollen pussy. I felt it slide down my pussy to my clit before dripping onto the altar. “You have performed well, and it is obvious to everyone you long for the collar. To honor you and the sluts that have laid here before you I am offering your virgin hole to your slave guide.”
I was confused. I understood that he was going to let someone else fuck my ass for the first time, but I struggled to understand who my slave guide was. Then she appeared next to him. Her mask had been removed and she was wearing the largest strap-on dildo I had ever seen.
“Oh my god,” I whispered when I saw it. It was shiny black with large, raised bumps all over the shaft. The shaft itself was maybe seven or eight inches long, and thicker than an energy drink can. I felt like I was going to vomit imagining how that would ever fit into my ass. I finally looked up swallowing trying to help the dry mouth I was experiencing and saw Miss Pierce looking down on me with mine and my master's cum frying on her nose and chin.
He looked at her, ‘you may begin,” he said simply, and she quickly moved away. The thick toy bounced with every step she took as she moved between my legs at the bottom of the altar. “I understand she brought you to me.” I began to panic a little when I felt her movements between my legs. “And now I am offering you to her as a reward.” I felt her hands on the inside of my thighs, her thumbs gripping my flesh pushing the inside of my ass cheeks apart.
I tried to distract myself looking down at the master's cock trying to study every ridge and bump as it stuck out from his body. I noticed he was leaking from the slit in the head when I felt Miss Pierce run the tip of the dildo through the lips of my pussy to my virgin puckered hole. I felt a glob of the spent cum drip onto my rosebud followed by a finger swirling it around and slipping in just a little. In and out as she seemed to be lubing me up with the spent slave cum draining from me. I felt the head of the toy between my lips again as it started to stroke up and down. She did this a few times and I felt her pushing it deeper into my slit and then back up to my ass hole where another large amount of cum dribbled off. She ran the head back down my pussy lips again, and without warning she rocked her hips forward. The head hesitated outside of my now open pussy. It tried to resist, but with all of the cum lubricating the way in it slipped in easily and slid in stretching my pussy more than I had yet to experience.
“AHHHHHHHH MY FUCK!” was all that I screamed out as my eyes rolled into my head and my hips started to buck driving the rigid toy even deep in me.
My master laughed, “Such a good slave.” he pushed a finger into my mouth. I started to suck his finger as my pussy was getting pummeled hard and fast by my teacher, my mistress, my POA, and now my slave guide. I was lost in just feeling when I felt her pull the toy all the way out, and then press it against my virgin hole.
“NO NO NO PLEASE IT IS TOO BIG!” I started to cry out as best I could with a finger in my mouth.
I felt the pressure building against my hole. “NO NO PLEASE! IT’S TOO MUCH!” I could not imagine that my ass would ever allow something that large in. The side of the altar was hard and rough and dug into my hips halting any escape from the evil toy. I felt my ass start to open. “OHHHHH NOO PLEASE I..” I was silenced as a cock seeping with precum slipped into my mouth. I looked up at him. My eyes watered when there was a sudden surge forward. My ass gave way. “AAARMMPHMEAR!!” I tried to scream out in pain and surprise, but all that came out was a muffled noise. I felt myself break out into an instant sweat as she slowly slipped into me. The pain surged from my bottom to my throat. I felt dizzy then I felt something in my anus burst against the thick toy filling my ass with fluid. My body was filled with a rush of warmth, and I remembered the pink butt pill. The next sound that came out of me was a low animal grown as Miss Pierce's hips met mine. My ass was pulsating around the toy, as she pulled it out and slammed it back in. I arched my back pushing myself back as best I could to meet her. I was sucking my master's cock hard hungry to satisfy the man that was giving this slave so much pleasure. She pulled out quickly again, and slapping my ass slammed it back into me. She drove me forward making me gag and cough on his cock. One more stroke and the three of us had found a rhythm. I was in the middle of them being split-roasted. I felt hands on my breasts pinching and squeezing my nipples sending more waves of heat into my cunt. I was unaware of anything but the pleasure my body was feeling, and it was not long before my fluttered and I screamed out shaking through another massive orgasm. My head fell limp hitting the stone altar as he continued to fuck my mouth my last conscious feeling was of his cum erupting onto my mouth and face.
I was shocked out of my deep sleep by the strong whiff of ammonia, I twisted my head and pulled back running into the side of my slave cage. I had my arms up in a vain attempt to protect myself.
“Good morning, I wasn’t sure if you were ever going to wake up, but considering the day you had I figured you needed your rest. It is however unheard of for a slave to sleep more than eight hours let alone fourteen.” The man was well dressed. It was the same man that had spoken to us when everything had gone wrong. “I want to thank you for probably the best revenue day we have ever had.”
“Um, you're welcome?” I wasn’t sure what to say and my tone was more of a question than a comment.
“You are probably wondering what now, and well I guess I would be asking that too if I were you. I, however, think that it would be better that someone closer to you answer that question.” He stood up and took a step back.
“Hi, honey how are you feeling?” My mom and dad appeared from nowhere and knelt beside the cage. My dad was silent looking down at the ground as my mom spoke.
I started to cry uncontrollably. “Momma, daddy I am so sorry I never meant for this to happen. I never meant to embarrass you. Please forgive me.” My sobbing became uncontrollable as I leaned into the side of the cage close to my parents. I felt my mom’s hand on my head through the bars of the cage as I unloaded all of my emotions.
“Shhhhhh, It’s ok.” My mother repeated as she stroked my head. It was a few minutes before I was calm enough to look up at them. I was still crying but felt the warmth from my mom’s soft smile fill me. I glanced at my dad, who would not, or could not, make eye contact with me. My father seemed to freeze out all the warmth that my mother brought.
I wiped the snot from my nose and with no other place to wipe it rubbed it into my leg, “Do I get to go home with you,” I was able to choke out between breaths and sniffing through my still-clogged nose.
“Oh hunny I wish that it were that easy.” Erin’s voice began to crack, and she paused as she tried to find the strength not to cry herself. I watched her jaw flex, then she squeezed her eyes shut and quickly stood up. “I can’t!” she said, shaking her head and stepping away from me. I was numb as I looked at her “Jacob, can you?”
“Kaylee.” he just looked down as he spoke, staring through the floor between his shoes, “This is your mess that you're going to have to deal with. There is no getting out of it.”
“Daddy I don’t.” He glared at me and I stopped speaking.
“You have messed yourself up now. I told you with all of your dressing like a common whore, acting wild, and running around with that girl you would wind up in trouble.” He stood up and loomed over me, “Well you have gone and done it really good this time and,” he paused for just a moment sighing, “and well you are on your own.”
“Wha.” I shook my head bewildered as he stepped over to my mom and the owner of the hell I now found myself in. I was not sure what was going on. I sat and just watched the three of them, wondering and waiting for what was next. I sat there in confusion listening to the three of them whispering back and forth.
The man standing with them beckoned over one of the wranglers, who quickly left with the worker out of a side door. He turned to me and called over another wrangler. “Get her ready for auction. Make sure that the auctions are all halted for the duration of the press conference, and make sure this one has a good view of a TV proceeding before she is led to the blocks.”
“BLOCKS!” I screamed,” NO NO NO NO!” I started to thrash around in my cage, a futile attempt to break free and catch up with my parents.
“And devox her, no one wants to hear that shit.” He flung his hand at me before turning and finding his way out of the room.
I felt dizzy. I barely felt the wrangler playing with my breasts while unhooking me from my display pedestal. My thighs were slick from my juices that seemed to flow nonstop out of me. The constant attention my body received while I was on display before my evitable sale kept me perpetually aroused. I had mixed feelings hearing people talking about my performances the day before, my final Prime Plus grade, and the speculation on how much I would bring. My wrangler pinched my nipple, and I winced looking down at his hand. My once alabaster breasts were now deep blues and purples from all of the attention they had received.
“They look bad, but there are so many buyers in the auction room that are going to love seeing them.” he poked one of the bruises, and I sucked in my breath wincing. “I would love to play with you more, but I need to get you ready for the press conference.”
Press Conference
I am David Jones with the Department of Agriculture. At this time, we would like to read you our prepared statements. We will not be taking any questions. You have also been given dossiers on all of the individuals involved including SIN’s, original names at birth, and current status. The rest of the information is available to you through the Slave Registry Database. As you all are aware, one Kaylee Miller, daughter of Jacob and Erin Miller who are with me today, Morgan Sims, and Amanda Pierce were taken into custody here at The Yards during a routine slave grading. Unfortunately, a significant error occurred due to a legislative gray area surrounding the delay between rural communities and the larger DoA systems. Miss Pierce is currently indentured in a government job placement program. To assist these young ladies with a grading she violated this law, due to her status and not being allowed to own any indentured herself. Normally these violations do not occur because Miss Pierce would never have made it through the verification process. However, due to technological delays, the Power of Attorney authorization documents were issued granting her ownership of these two young women.” He paused as he flipped his note card. “The law has rules in place to accommodate situations such as these. However, as I mentioned before Miss Peirce’s unique indentured service contract has created some legal challenges for all of those involved. The details are in the dossiers, but long story short ownership of these women fell back to current slave ownership and in this case, Miss Pierce's current owner appears to be The Yards through one of its subsidiaries, and at this time Mr. Newport, owner of The Yards would like to say a few words.”
Wayne smoothly slid in front of the podium, “Thank you, David. As David mentioned, this difficult situation has caused the two slaves in question to fall under my ownership. At the time this occurred, I was at my limit of owned indentured which alerted my team. I am a businessman and having seen the quality of the product, and not knowing the full details of the situation, I took advantage of the financial opportunity that had presented itself. Now that the full details have come to light some concessions need to be made to help everyone involved and set a precedent in the unfortunate case that something like this happens again. We will get into those more in a moment, but I want to be clear in my next statement. Kaylee Miller, now known as slave 1801 will be getting the majority of the proceeds from the virginity auction.”
Mr. Jones stepped back over and took over where Wayne had left off, “to further complicate things we have not had this issue come up in the past, and we have met with all parties involved to come up with a solution. The following will be made available to each of your organizations for publication as you leave here today. First to avoid a court hearing and legal arguments that could be tied in the court systems for five years or better each of the indentured agreed to a contract term of 24 months. Miss Pierce will be able to serve her indentured service the same as she has been under her current work program she is under. The two other slaves will receive private tutoring until a GED can be taken. Service until the GED is completed is limited to the evening hours from 5 pm until 10 pm on weekdays and 5 pm Fridays until 10 pm on Sundays on weekends. If either chooses to go to college or trade school during the twenty-four months They will be able to do so at no additional cost to them, however, their term of service will extend to sixty months as we do with other indentured in the job program.” he pulled off his glasses and put them in his pocket, “Last in regards to slave number 101-73-1801 that most of the nation watched in a broadcast last night. “Due to the confusion of ownership and POA rights; It has been decided that she will retain the bulk of the proceeds from the auction. The Yards are only able to claim any fees and charges in the commission on the auction.”
My heart leaped at the news. I could endure twenty-four months until I became a millionaire. I felt giddy as I watched my parents standing a few steps back from the podium. They both looked far more tired and disheveled than when I had seen them a few hours ago. They were waiting for the man from the Department of Agriculture to finish his statement. “Now I would like to turn it over to the Miller family who would like to say a few words as well.”
He stepped aside so Jacob and Erin could have the podium. Once at the podium, they looked out past it into the faces of the fifteen or twenty reports and interested parties that had gathered. Jacob took his wife's hand and leaned into the microphone, “Thank you, everyone, for your support today, Erin and I greatly appreciate our supporters both here and at home. As you may by now know that it was our daughter that was broadcast last night on a pay-per-view,” he paused for dramatic effect trying to give the impression he was holding back a tsunami of tears. “We have spoken with her today, and she is safe and in good spirits. This is a tragic situation for everyone involved and we would like to ask for privacy for our family as we work through this.” The press started to shout and wave frantically at them both. Jacob dropped Erin's hand placing them both on the sides of the podium. “ I can take a few questions, " Erin took a step back and looked at her husband to manage the crowd as he did best.
“Did you know your daughter had slave and submissive tendencies?” One reporter shouted above the rest.
“I won’t comment on what might be going on in the mind of my daughter, but I will say she is in our prayers, and we will love her and be here for her as we navigate this challenging time.”
“Is it true that the coalition has asked you to resign?” The reports fell silent waiting for his response.
Jacob steadied himself and stood tall as the crowd fell waiting for his answer. This is the question Wayne and he had been waiting for. This was the one answer that would lay the groundwork for the rest of their future.
“You can assume this situation is not what an organization like ours would want to have their leader involved with, and you would be right if this had occurred as little as two months ago. Over the last few weeks, we have been meeting and taking steps to change the direction of the Coalition. It has become obvious that slavery is not going anywhere, and we have spent a great deal of time and resources that many in the organization felt was a losing battle.” He took a deep breath as he prepared to make his next comment. “The coalition has decided to change our focus from fighting to change laws to that of supporting, and rehabilitation for those men and women as they leave their indentured service. We are called to love, and in a show of love, we will offer counseling, educational services, and investment services to better support them as they prepare for their lives on the outside. We expect to release more information to the press in the coming weeks, now please give my wife and me some time and space to work through this family tragedy.” He held out his hand to his wife as he stepped back from the podium and Erin laced her fingers into his smiling to the crowd as they stepped back.
The reporters erupted with loud quick questions waving their hands frantically at them with the need to have their questions answered by the couple.
Erin heard one above the rest that drew her attention and she stepped up to the podium pointed to the middle-aged reporter in the middle of the crowd. “You, what was your question?”
“Thank you, Mrs. Miller,” the rest of the press grew quiet around the female journalist. They held out their phones to record what he was about to ask. “Is it true that you intend to join your daughter in her indentured service?” There was a collective gasp from the crowd as they all looked at Erin.
Jacob put his hand on her shoulder and tried to guide her away, but she shrugged him off. “Eighteen years ago, I put my life on hold to assist my husband Jacob and be the wife that he needed. I raised our daughter and ran a household founded on strong biblical leadership, and Christian values, and despite the recent events I think we did a pretty good job.” She gripped the podium, her knuckles turned white as her fingers dug into the hard polished wood. “I have chosen to finish my degree in psychology, and to further benefit the coalition and its new mission, I will be entering into eighteen months of indentured service as part of finalizing my slave psychologist credentials. That will be all.” She stepped back from the podium as the crowd erupted again in a barrage of questions.
Wayne had expected this to be Erin’s decision but was caught a little off guard by such a quick and public announcement. He reacted quickly, motioning for two wranglers to act, they moved up behind her and quickly separated her from her husband. There in front of all of the witnesses, they secured a collar and leash around her neck and led her quickly away.
Wayne looked out at the press as they all had their phone cameras up capturing the whole scene as Erin was led away into the building.
There was an eruption of questions from the press, Wayne stepped up to the podium, “Thank you that brings a conclusion to the act press conference. We will be in contact in the future with more updates if they seem relevant.” He ushered everyone off stage and through the onslaught of the media snapping pictures and screaming out questions they knew would not be answered.
The screen was shut off and a wrangler appeared with my leash and got me to my feet. Too much had happened over the last two days for me to digest, And I just shuffled along behind him as he pulled my lead. I was soon in a bright hall and I heard my father's busy voice asking a ton of questions that I was not able to focus on. It was just chatter, but I lifted my head as his voice grew louder. I locked eyes with my mother as two wranglers were taking control of her. She mouthed sorry as I was pulled past her, I turned my head to watch them cut her blouse and skirt from her body. There was a tug on my leash and I turned to see the directional arrows and “auction blocks” sign pointing to a corridor to my right. I was pulled down the hall and caught one final glimpse of my mom as the steel collar clicked closed around her neck. The next memory I had was the sound of the gavel and the auctioneer shouting “SOLD!” above the cheers and rambunctious applause.