The Yards Pt. 02

We both looked at her stunned, unable to talk, as she went on.

"To keep you safe and avoid anything bad happening or a forced or trick enslavement I will be your owner during these time frames. That way in a worst-case scenario I will retain ownership of the both of you to prevent anything really bad from happening."

We just stared at her. My mind was trying to rationalize the logic of becoming a slave to our teacher in order to be safe. It did not feel safe but what she said made sense. She wanted us to give her temporary ownership on these weekends so we could not be taken or sold against our will.

"I um yeah sure whatever we need to do to help you out, I just don't think I can," I paused for a moment and looked back and forth between Morgan and Miss Pierce, "I,,,I ummm I'm a virgin." My face was on fire with embarrassment, " I was thinking after school was out, I mean my plan was to," I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry, " to sell my virginity at auction, and then bank the money to pay for college or maybe not go to college at all and invest it."

"You sneaky little slut, I thought you told me you slept with Kenny Tarpin?" Morgan said slowly, deliberately and open mouthed.

"I told you that so you would stop bugging me," she let go of my hand and crossed her arms.

"You lying slut! We're best friends! You don't lie to your best friend!"

"Geez I'm sorry it was just you would not let up about losing my cherry, and so I lied to you sorry!" I crossed my own arms and glared across the table staring through our teacher.

"Ok are you two done?" her tone was stern as she looked back and forth between us. She looked at us, her head cocked and her eyebrows up and waited for us to finish. Morgan was the first to nod yes first and I followed suit. "Good! Now the virgin thing is not a big deal we will make sure when you get graded that they take special precautions with you, and good choice about waiting you can do way better than Kenny Tarpin." she looked back at Morgan then to me, "are you free this weekend to go to the city?"

"Um so soon, I mean you just told us about this. I mean it is a lot to digest." I was babbling on and on my mind reeling from how quickly everything was happening. We had only been there less than 20 minutes, and had been told we would be chauffeur to our teacher who we condemned to more sexual servitude, and that we would be graded in an effort to keep us safe in this wild sex slave world we would be getting dangerously close to.

"Yes, we are free." Morgan cut me off and answered for both of us. Her voice sounded weird to me though I could not tell if it was excitement or fear in her tone. "There are a lot of college prep things we can tell our parents we are doing, and they won't question us."

I looked at her and accepted what she said. I nodded along. "Sure, I can think of something to tell them."

"I was going to have to get graded anyway, since my grades are not good enough to get any scholarships".

"I have some thoughts on what to tell your parents." Miss Pierce chimed in, "I thought that you could tell your parents that the two of you have been accepted into a mentoring program. Tell them you will be tutoring in the area, and I am the teacher liaison for it. I have it already set up in the school, but I had not told them the name of the two students assisting me with the project. Your parents should be excited for something that the two of you can add to your high school transcripts."

"That could work." I smiled, feeling a small nugget of fire building, over what we were about to do as well as the pleasure I felt with getting away with something from my parents.

"Ok it is settled then. We start next weekend so let your parents know we leave right after school and we won't be back till Sunday. Then in two weeks I have my first long weekend with Labor Day, so we will be there for 4 days. Will either of you have a problem coming up with a story?"

The speed of how quickly this was moving was giving me a headache. My emotions were going up and down with each word that she said.

"No I can do it", Morgan finally said and I simply shook my head.

We were only there for 45 minutes or so, before we left. Those 45 minutes and the drive back to my house were all a blur with Morgan and I not saying a word to each other. I had no idea what she was thinking, but as my mind was in overdrive with all of the possibilities of the year to come, I could feel my pussy getting wet. I was light headed and didn't realize Morgan was talking to me and the car had stopped.

"HELLO, I need to get home and you need to get out of my car."

I looked at her in a daze, "um yeah ok see you tomorrow." I got out of her car, and waved slightly as she pulled away driving down to the corner and turned out of sight.

"I'm home, "I called out as I closed the door behind me. I could hear the tv on in the living room and the smell of fried chicken was in the air. My stomach growled, and I realized how hungry I was.

"We're in the kitchen." I felt tired and the last thing I wanted to do was face my parents. I felt like they would see through any story that I would tell them and find out all the secrets in my heart.

I stepped into the kitchen and saw my mom and dad sitting at the breakfast bar with a bucket of fried chicken and all of the sides open and dished out on their plates. "Hi," my stomach growled again loud enough for my parents to hear.

"Are you hungry? I thought you were having dinner with Morgan and hanging out?" My mom got up and got a plate from the cabinet as I took my seat at the end of the bar.

"We were supposed to but then we ran into Miss Pierce and she told us some exciting news, then Morgan's mom called and she had to leave before we could get anything ordered." My mom already had some mashed potatoes and gravy on my plate and was pointing her finger back and forth between a leg and a thigh as I talked. "I will have both, I really didn't have much for lunch either."

"So, princess tell us about this exciting news you have." My father looked at me with raised eyebrows as he took another bite of his chicken breast. The juice running down his chin.

"Well, like I said we ran into Miss Pierce in the parking lot of Big Taco, and she told us that Morgan and I were selected for a mentoring project that we signed up for last year." I took a bite of my chicken leg savoring the flavor of the first food I have eaten all day.

"Oh honey that is wonderful," My Mom touched my hand and as she wiped her face from the chicken crumbs. "What does that mean exactly?"

Smiling at my parents while I tried to quickly chew my food and swallow, I was also trying to hold down my nerves. I had to play it cool. I had to get them to buy into it. My Mom handed me her glass of water, and took a sip. It was now or never. "It is this really great opportunity to help underprivileged kids in Omaha and the region. We will help tutor them as well as helping them with their reading skills. The main focus is to give these young people opportunities away from a life of crime, poverty, and worse yet enslavement." I smiled to myself. I was dropping all of the best words that I knew my mom and especially my dad would eat up.

"That sounds great, although I don't like the idea of you going to Omaha, what precautions will be taken." My father held his fork with mashed potatoes on it, gravy dripping on his plate. He had paused his feast long enough to interject his opinion.

"We will be safe. She has a special grant that covers everything. It is one weekend a month, and we go to different places every time. She also said that sometimes we may be asked to do tutoring over our school breaks." I took another drink trying to maintain eye contact the best I could. "I am really excited about what this will mean on my transcripts," then looking straight at my father, "Daddy just think how many young girls that we might be able to keep out of slavery, I mean I could really change a life." I took a big bite of my drumstick looking back and forth between my parents.

"It sounds wonderful honey; don't you think Jacob?'' She took a sip of her water.

Her Dad struggled to be positive about anything that might not be his own ideas or if he could not be in some kind of control. She felt like it was killing him that she had now turned 18 and could do anything she wanted.

"It's fine but you're not wearing clothes like that when you go. I expect you to be not only a representative of the school, but also the community, the church, and especially this family. Is that understood?" His tone was stern as he looked at her.

I looked back at him trying to see if he suspected anything, "sure Daddy. The last thing I want is a bunch of underprivileged people being distracted by me while I am trying to help them."

"Exactly!"

"May I be excused; I have some homework I need to do."

"Of course, sweetheart take your plate with you, bring it down later when you're done."

"Thanks Mom.'

I got up picking up my plate and heading up to my room, smiling to myself as I left. I felt elated by this victory.

I closed and locked my door behind me, setting my plate on my dresser. I did not hesitate to pull off my shorts and shirt and flopped down on my bed. My tablet was on the bookshelf beside the bed and I turned it on and waited for it to scan my face. Once the main screen was up I navigated through a couple of screens until I was able to log into my private VPN. Once logged in I went directly to Sex Slave Broadcasting Network or SSBN. It was my favorite site that I kept hidden from my parents. It had movies, instructional videos, and news all related to the 34th amendment. I went to my profile and clicked on favorites and quickly scrolled through the many pics and videos I had saved until I found the title I was looking for. "Slave 6969-Dildo training", this was one of my favorite slave 6969 videos, and maybe my favorite overall. I pushed play and waited through two ads. One was about technology to increase penis size, and endurance for men. The second was a teaser for an upcoming slave reality show where they would follow slaves from grading to auction and beyond.

The video finally started with a close up of slave 6969's pussy and ass. I slipped in my ear buds as the camera pulled back showing that her ass had a bright red plug in it and she was easily moving a flesh colored dildo in and out of her pussy. The camera pulls back further to show that her hands were bound together with thick leather cuffs, and her legs were held wide apart by a chrome spreader bar. She had mean looking clamps digging into the tender flesh of her nipples, and a ring gag holding her jaw open. I moved my finger across the progress bar and skipped to my favorite part.

Slave 6969 was now bound on her hands and knees with a strap around her hips that ran up to the ceiling. She couldn't go anywhere. Her master then manipulated the device she was attached to causing her knees to be spread wide opening up access to her swollen pussy. Another slave with a large horse strap on dildo stepped behind her. I licked my lips as I looked at the massive dildo. The head of it was flared out and wider than the shaft of it. The slave stepped closer and started to run the head up and down 6969's waiting pussy. I started to rub mine in time with the slave.

My other hand found my breast, and I started to squeeze it through my bra. The flared head was separating her folds and teasing to get in. I was running my fingers across my clit and up and down the inside of my labia. "Enter her!" came the command from the unseen master's voice. The slave gripped 6969's hips and pushed forward. The wide head of the dildo hesitated for a moment then suddenly popped into her. I pinched my clit, rubbing it frantically between my fingers. 6969 screamed out as her pussy was violated by the massive intruder. I screamed into my pillow, closing my thighs tight on my hand as an orgasm surged through my body. I fell asleep to moans, skin slapping, and the occasional scream.