The Yards Pt. 07

Out of nowhere, an electric chime filled the room, and most of the lights went out. I lay down and closed my eyes. Slipping my hand between my legs, I let the sounds of passion, skin slapping, and moans lull me to sleep.

Erin - 4 Weeks Ago

Erin woke up to the sound of Officer Munn opening her cage. He reached in and dragged her out by her collar, pushed her to her knees, and fed her his cock from the fly of his already unzipped pants. It tasted of sweat and piss causing her to retch a little, but she quickly found her happy place on her knees, serving. She glanced over at the desk and saw Mr. Franks sitting at his desk with a slave bouncing on his lap. Her breasts were bound with a rope that was pulled through a metal ring in the ceiling and pulled tight to the leg of the desk. She was straddling him on the chair, and she swayed from her tits as he fucked her.

"That a hot fucking view, Franks," Officer Munn said as he gripped Erin's latex head.

"Yeah, I thought I would punish this one a little bit for mouthing off when a customer slapped these huge titties of hers." He reached around and slapped them himself as he was picking up his pace. "Think this ought to remind her of her place." He chuckled.

Officer Munn had no staying power and pulled Erin's head into his crotch, forcing it down her throat. She felt it swell and start to spasm, and she worked hard to fight the urge to gag. He grunted and pulled his cock from her mouth, squeezing out the last bit of cum that dripped onto her breasts. He pushed her backward onto her ass as he zipped up his pants. "Come on, whore, let's get you back in your cage."

"UMGGNNPH no ahhhhh just leave her ohhh her out." Franks was gripping the slave's hips as he started thrusting hard in her, filling her with his cum. He rolled his chair back and stood up leaving the slave to try to hold herself up on her tiptoes. "Can you go fetch me Claude? He should be cleaning out the grease traps."

Officer Munn was adjusting his gun belt, "You know I ain't your errand boy."

"No, you are the fuck not, but with what we pay you under the table, you are my fucking bitch, and it would be a shame if the Chief found out about your side dealings. Now go get me Claude, Goddammit!" Franks had raised his voice but was just short of yelling. Officer Munn stormed out of the office without saying another word.

Once the door closed behind him Erin found her voice. "Mr. Franks, I need to talk to Wayne right away."

Franks was pouring himself a glass of whisky. "You best call him Mr. Newport, and why would you think I would disturb him for the likes of you, preacher whore wife?"

"It's important. It involves our deal and the slave teacher you have here." Erin was trying to talk and think quickly.

"I cannot imagine that he would want to have anything to do with her either. We shipped her to Mexico this morning." He drank all the whisky down and poured himself another glass.

"Oh no, why would you send her to Mexico?" Erin started to panic. She needed the teacher back if her plan was going to work.

"She is a no-limit slave, and there is a high demand for American women down in the Mexican brothels. She is going to be extremely popular in the donkey shows so we sent her there." He stood up and pulled up his pants.

"Please, I need to talk to Way...Mr. Newport and we need to get her back." She had crawled to the side of his desk pleading with him.

"I am about to lose my patience with you, and you have about 10 seconds before I am done with your shit and dump you into the bukkake pool to lick up all the cold stale spunk." He smiled at her as he pulled his belt tight.

"The young girls that were here yesterday were my daughter and her friend, and she is their teacher." She was talking fast and took a deep breath.

"Damn! Which one was your daughter? Them sluts were fine." He sat back down, suddenly interested in what she had to say.

"The tall one," she answered before continuing. "I have a plan that would get my daughter to take my place as the catalyst for our plan and I can remain the loving supportive mother." She looked him in the eye. The room was silent except for the buzzing of the window AC unit.

He fed the end of his belt through the belt loops, never taking his eyes off her. He was evaluating the worth of what she told him, trying to determine if it had merit enough to disturb Wayne. He knew if it pissed Wayne off, he could very well be looking for a new job with all the drama he had brought him over the last few months. Finally, he picked up his cell phone from his desk and dialed Wayne Newport's number as he slumped into his chair, slapping the slave's ass as she dangled from the ceiling.

The Yards-Present

The camera zoomed in on Kaylee's fingers as she was rubbing her clit. Wayne was admiring the stats on the side of the screen. This slave was breaking all the company's records, maybe even setting all-time national sales and viewership records, too. He was shocked when Erin offered up her daughter in her place, but it was an offer he quickly snatched up. He and the Millers had quickly come up with a plan to make this new catalyst work out even better than the original plan. He looked back at the screen one last time: Virginity Auction will end in 11H: 37 M: 07 S CURRENT BID: $15,000 He watched for just a few moments as the seconds counted down to zero: Virginity Auction 11H: 36 M: 58 S. $22,000. "I am going to make a fortune with this one," he thought as he clicked off the screen.

Erin-Present

"Thank you for letting me know, we will plan to be there at about 10 am." Erin hung up the phone and went to the bathroom to begin her bedtime routine.

"So, she's there?" Jacob was lying in bed barely glancing up from the book he was reading.

"Yes, Wayne said she is secluded and safe, and we should arrive in the morning around 10, so we need to be out of the house by 6:30 or 7 at the latest." Erin was speaking to her husband from the bathroom as she ran water over a washcloth to remove her makeup. "I am kind of feeling guilty about this. Like we should be protecting her from this type of thing. I mean are we bad parents?"

He put a bookmark where he had stopped reading. "Look, you told me about her plan on selling her virginity when you read her journal. This was never my plan for her. I would have been happy to marry her off to the Jenkins' boy. His parents are wealthy, and he is going to graduate from university in a couple of years and start a good job." He sighed and took a deep breath. "Kaylee is so independent and wild; this is the best solution for everyone. Once she is done with all of this, she will have more money than anyone her age, and she can start her life any way she sees fit. And best yet, all the backlash we would have had to endure in the ministry and as a family will be averted."

"I know. I just still feel kind of guilty about it, and..." Erin's words were cut off as the bedroom door burst open, sending splinters of wood flying. Erin ducked into the bathroom screaming, while Jacob rolled out of bed onto the floor.

Five armed men burst into the bedroom, two moving quickly to the side of the bed holding Mr. Miller to the floor. He started to shout and struggle. "Shut the fuck up!" one of the armed men shouted at him as he put a knee to the center of his back and a gun to the back of his head. Jacob lay motionless and watched as two of the men grabbed his wife and threw her face down on the bed. They quickly zip-tied her hands behind her back and sprayed Devox down her throat to silence her screams and cries.

The fifth man who had been standing in the doorway entered the room once all the commotion had died down and motioned to the men holding Erin to stand her up. He ran his reader across her breast and got a double ping with two slave ID numbers.

Erin tried to scream and curse him, but nothing more than small wisps of air could be heard coming from her throat.

"Looks like this is verified." He held up the screen of his scanner that flashed red indicating her runaway status.

Erin stared at it, dizzy with confusion. She was not a runaway slave. She had never even been a slave. She could not even try to explain with her voice taken away.

"Mr. Miller, my name is Cullen Jackson, and I am a slave hunter." He spoke to Mr. Miller as he took pictures of Erin, motioning for the men holding her to lift her top and push her pants down so he could record her condition before removing her from the home.

"I don't understand why you broke into my house. Neither of us has anything to do with a runaway slave." Mr. Miller twisted under the man holding him down, trying to get a better view of the men circling his wife.

"I understand that this might come as a shock to you," he motioned for the men to take her out. The men holding her quickly dragged her from the bedroom as she struggled and tried to pull back. "But your wife here is a chipped slave that escaped from service 20 years ago in Louisiana." Cullen nodded at them, and they picked Jacob up and set him down on the edge of the bed.

Jacob shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. "You got this all wrong. We married right out of college. She was never a slave, ever. Something is not right."

"Mr. Miller, I don't care. All I can tell you is her chip matches, and I am taking her in to claim the bounty. All the rest of the shit you can sort out later." The two men let go of him and moved to the bedroom door to leave.

"WAIT! WAIT! Where are you taking her?" Mr. Miller stood up and rushed them but stopped just a few steps after the men put their hands on their guns.

Cullen looked at his phone. "Looks like the closest holding station is a place called The Yards."

Cullen quickly followed his hired assistants out to the waiting van and sped away from the Miller home.

Kaylee

I had watched Miss Pierce being taken for over two hours before most of the men had lost interest and she hung motionless in the center of the cell. The warehouse was surprisingly quiet despite the room having well over 200 men and women all about. There was the sound of skin slapping nearby that drew my attention. I could see a wrangler gripping the hips of a mocha-skinned slave girl through the bars of her cage. The slave just grunted as the wrangler pumped in and out of her. He surged forward and gasped, holding her tight against him, his hands holding her ass apart. Then he let her go and stepped back, tucking his penis back in his pants before moving on. I drifted back asleep with my hand still tucked between my legs playing with my clit. I woke up to the sound of a closing car door and screaming. My eyes were having a hard time opening and focusing in the darkness. The slave's voice sounded familiar and I was just able to get my eyes to focus as she was dragged away from the loading dock. She was going on about how she was not a runaway slave.

"I guess they would all say that." I thought as I watched as they dragged her to the center of the warehouse to a raised pillory platform. She was forced to her knees on the platform with her head and arms put into the cutouts, then the top beam was quickly lowered, locking her in place. Then her calves were lashed to the platforms where her knees rested. She was facing me but I could not see her well with her hair hanging down hiding her face. One of the handlers came up behind her and slathered something all over her pussy. It was just a few moments of him rubbing the cream into her ass and pussy when she grew silent, and the sounds turned from pleas and screams to soft moans and grunts. I knew she had just gotten a dose of that Horny Juice stuff. The wrangler picked something up and I squinted to make out that he now had two clamps in his fingers and released them on what I could only guess was her clit. The room was filled with a scream that woke the rest of the slaves up. Two more clamps bit into her nipples, and her scream faded into a moan as she threw her head back. "MOM!"

My mom was looking up at me with tears in her eyes as the first wrangler entered her, slapping her ass. I sat in stunned silence as her eyes glazed over as she was fucked over and over, each person leaving a black Sharpie tally mark on her back or ass. I found myself rubbing my pussy bringing myself to a small orgasm as I watched my mother moaning like a whore as she submitted to the debauchery. Once all the wranglers were done, male slaves were led over to her where they mounted and rutted with her like feral animals breeding. I could not believe it as I watched my mom orgasm over and over from the abuse before she lost all her strength and just lay there with her head hung low. After my third orgasm, I began to grow bored and decided to have a drink. I started to suck on the rubber water dildo. I was a bit more enthusiastic about it and was rewarded with lots more of the hydrating salty fluid, before lying back down in my cage and falling asleep.

Wayne sat in his office across from the slave hunter watching the preacher's wife taking her 25th or 26th cock--he had lost count, on the large TV behind him. She had arrived late in the night and Wayne had not known about it until he woke up early that morning. Now he had the slave hunter sitting across from him in his office. "Look, Mr. Jackson, there has been some kind of mistake. The woman there is the wife of a pastor who also happens to be the leader of the Coalition ASPDC. I know both people, and not only can I assure you she is not a slave, but you are bringing down a tornado of shit on all of us."

"I am aware who she is, I have done my homework; but a runaway is a runaway." Cullen sat back in the plush office chair sipping his beer.

"Again, I can assure you she is not a runaway, and I am pretty sure I know how this double-chip thing happened. She was here for a private grading, and she must have been double-chipped. I know she was with several wranglers as well as myself. A mistake unfortunately happened. I mean sometimes my wranglers will use old SINs when practicing and I am sure this is what happened here."

"So, it sounds like what you're telling me is that the Feds should come in and go through your records." Cullen took another drink of his beer.

"Look I am sure there is something we can do to sort this out," Wayne said, looking back at the screen at Erin. She hung limp in the pillory as another wrangler pushed his cock into her mouth stretching her cheek out.

"She doesn't seem like a normal runaway to me either, but we both know that double-chipping is almost worse for the organization than for the slave." Cullen ran his fingers across the soft fabric of the chair. "I honestly don't give a shit. I did it for the bounty. What happens after I release her to you, I don't care, but I sure would hate for the word to get out that you are doing some shady shit around here. All those little kinky housewives are scared to come here and spend hubby money for fear they might end up on the blocks for some stupid shit reason." Cullen smiled at him, taking another long drag on the beer.

Wayne gritted his teeth. "What do you want?"

Cullen tipped the bottle back, swallowing the last drink of suds. "I am getting tired of the road and would like to settle down. Kansas City is as good a place as the next."

"Go on." Wayne started to feel relief as he was getting a sense of where this was going. This guy had a price, as most people do.

"You're going to hire me, Mr. Newport, in some kind of high-level security position, making about double what I made on the road chasing down whores."

Wayne did not even hesitate, "Done!" He leaned forward and took Cullen's hand, shaking it. "I have the perfect job for you. Now if you could be back tomorrow at 10 am, we will discuss the details."

Cullen thought it was going to be harder than that as he was shown the door and led to the HR office by a wrangler to fill out some paperwork.

Wayne had sat back to watch Erin some more, enjoying her screams and moans. The floor behind her was slick with an ever-growing puddle of cum, and her ass was burning bright red from all the ass swats she had received.

"BZZZZZZ" Wayne's intercom brought him back to his senses.

"Yes?" he said, pressing the button.

"Mr. Miller is here, and he seems to be in a panic.

Present-Kaylee

I was shocked at how well I had slept. None of the noises of the warehouse had kept me up, and they might have helped me sleep. I was famished, though, and quickly started sucking the food dildo. I was passionately sucking and bobbing before it released thick salty fluid into my mouth. I had just finished my morning meal when two male wranglers showed up. One of them got busy with the door to my cage while the other was tapping away at his tablet.

"1801, please step out and place your hands behind your back." He never looked up from his tablet as he spoke.

I crawled out and stood up, stretching, till my wrists clinked together behind my back causing my breasts to stick out. The other wrangler stepped up and hooked a leash into my collar.

"Where are we taking her?" the wrangler holding my leash asked the one tapping away.

"Looks like she is going to grooming, then media," he responded as he turned around, still having not ever looked at me. They both led me down a flight of stairs. "This cunt is going to make the boss a lot of money, I think."

"I know, have you seen the current bid on her? It's like she has a golden pussy." The wrangler smiled back at me and gave my leash a hard tug making me stumble as I followed them.

I started to cry again thinking about my current situation and all the money I was about to lose, mentally kicking myself for being so stupid. By the time I had arrived at our destination and was pushed through the door, I was a mess.

"You have your work cut out for you with this one," the man with the tablet said to the two women in the room we had entered. My eyes were so blurry from all the tears that I couldn't focus on any of the people in the room.

"You're right, she is a mess. Let's get her body cleaned up first. Take her to the corner and hook her leash above her head," the woman said.

The wrangler gave a tug on my leash and led me to a corner. "Spread your legs and put your feet on the footprints on the floor." I looked down and saw there were two polished steel foot shapes on the floor. I had to spread my legs wide to have my feet on each of them. "Now please grab the handles at your sides." I looked to my right and there was a small handle about chest high hanging from the ceiling. I reached out and took hold of each of the handles and my cuffs quickly locked when I did. The wrangler then quickly secured my leash high above my head before he walked away.

The female slave helper approached me, "Please," I whispered. She gave me a sympathetic smile as she pulled on a latex glove and dipped her fingers into a large bucket full of some kind of jelly. I panicked as she approached me. I knew they were about to put that Horny stuff on me. My eyes grew wide when she knelt, and to my relief she started to rub the jelly all over my legs, being sure to cover every inch of flesh as she worked her way up my body. She took her time making sure that none of thetender flesh between my legs was missed. My tears had dried up, and I had started to calm down by the time she had the jelly covering me up to my chin. The slave was removing her gloves as the wrangler stepped up to me.

"I am Wrangler Glass, and this is slave 9213." The slave took a warm damp cloth to my face as the wrangler spoke. "We will be prepping you for the media room where you will be live-streamed for the remainder of your auction."

"Remainder of the auction?" I interrupted her.

"Yes, the remainder," she said very pointedly. "The auction for your virginity began late last night and is scheduled to conclude later this afternoon."