Black: Queen's Pawn d7>d6

Zeke pulled the leash again as he gripped the blonde woman's hips tightly with his other hand. The slut protested briefly as she writhed against the display of control, but her resistance was quickly quashed as he maintained a steady pace fucking her against the raised metal bar her wrists were chained to. Zeke reveled in the moment here, looking down at the backside of the young girl Charles had managed to haul in, loving the way her firm ass jolted slightly with every thrust he made and made her lean into and grip the metal bar she was bent over ever tighter. Her cries were muffled by a ball gag now, they had only let her cry out the name of her fiery haired friend once before silencing her, but the muffled cries she let out as he railed into her were still music to his ears.

Looking up and away from his prize he could see Charles standing behind their first catch, his arms wrapping around her to play with one of her breasts with one hand while he toyed with her clit with the other, the Irish slut's legs already kicked apart to leave her fully exposed with Charles cock twitching just under her soaked folds as he rubbed against them slowly back and forth, sometimes teasing her by occasionally pulling back as he was about to line himself up and take her... but Charles just continued with his pleasurable torment of Caitlyn, constantly whispering into her ear as he tempted her body. It was a sight to behold, Zeke thought, as he watched the other ****'s eyes switch her gaze back and forth between her friend bent over the metal bar, futilely twisting and writhing against her restraints, and him as he fucked poor Ingrid into a sobbing climax for the second time.

Zeke braced himself and stopped, barely containing himself as he held Ingrid's hips tight, loving every moment that she clamped down on him and shook uncontrollably in his grasp. As she began to come down from her peak, he resumed his task of breaking this bitch in at a furious pace.

"Hmmm?! Hmmmmn! Hmmnh!!!" Ingrid cried into her gag, confusion quickly turning to panic as Zeke relished in taking the blonde for one last ride. Turning his gaze forward, Zeke noticed Caitlyn looked directly into his eyes as he continued to fuck her friend in front of her. Zeke was by no means as good at reading the thoughts and emotions of the fuck toys that Charles brought in, but even he could read Caitlyn like a book at the moment. She was obviously afraid, worried about Ingrid as the blonde began to scream out a second climax and go limp against the bar beneath her... but she also showed a **** desire to switch places, for her to be bent over and taken once again by one of the men's big veiny cocks. Zeke had already had Caitlyn once or twice by now and he knew she folded instantly the moment a cock **** itself past her lips. Now she was staring at him, the man breaking her once naively cheery, bubbly blonde friend into a premium sex **** to be used, sold, and traded as needed. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Caitlyn was excited beyond any rational measure to experience this fate for herself... but as she looked down at her friend, it was also plainly obvious that she wanted to protect her friends from that same fate as well.

Zeke couldn’t read much further into the situation then that as Caitlyn spoke up, "W-wait... please... I'll do it," her voice quiet and submissive.

Zeke could barely hear it over Ingrid as her moans seemed to be growing louder... 'god, these sluts are fucking perfect' he thought as he continued pounding Ingrid towards another climax, letting go of her leash as he grabbed hold of her hips with both hands this time. Zeke was barely aware of his surroundings as he heard Charles growl something into Caitlyn's ear, too preoccupied with Ingrid's muffled voice pleading for something... probably for him to stop, but Zeke could imagine her begging for more so he gave her that instead.

"I'll cooperate, I'll give you what you want... just leave her alone," Caitlyn surrendered, though exactly what Zeke couldn't tell, he was soooo close...

"Hey! Zeke!" Charles' voice rang out, breaking Zeke's concentration... which lead to him finally unleashing himself within Ingrid's tight pussy and taking her over the edge with him.

"Oh ffffffffuuuuuck yes," Zeke gasped, holding on tightly to the blonde property as her cries rang out in unison, arching her back up towards him as her tight cunt milked his cock for everything he had. Zeke was left dizzy and very much out of time and space as he managed to respond, "Yes boss?" in a deeply satisfied tone.

"Good, I was just about to tell you to finish up. Take that **** for a warm shower, get her situated in a cage, then meet me in the break room. I have a job for you," Charles ordered Zeke before slapping Caitlyn's ass, getting a surprised squeak out of the submissive redhead.

Zeke nodded as he let go of Ingrid, pulling his cock out of her before she collapsed to the hard floor. The blonde sobbed softly to herself as she brought her knees up to cover herself the best she could as Zeke made to unshackle her from the metal bar. Truth be told, he was already prepared for another round with her and there was something appealing about fucking a captive who hadn't completely submitted to her new life, but orders were orders. Zeke freed one of Ingrid's wrists then-

"Ohhhhhhhh Goooooood Yessssssssss!" Caitlyn screamed at the top of her lungs, startling both Zeke and Ingrid alike! Both looked over to see Caitlyn bent forward slightly as Charles finished burying his cock fully inside her soaked cunt, her hips thrusting back in time to his as Charles gripped her hips and seemed intent to take his prize to her very limit and see how long she could last.

Zeke chuckled as he began to work to free Ingrid's other wrist, "Don't worry, when we're done with you, you'll be screaming the same thing at me," he teased the timid captive. Ingrid only looked back at him with confusion, disdain, and disgust, muttering something to herself underneath that gag. Zeke was sure it was an insult, but he couldn't help but smile. He would enjoy coming back to break her defiance and turn her into an obedient **** worthy of at least a small fortune... though if he was being honest he would prefer to keep her for himself...

About an hour later, Charles leaned back in his office chair as he peeked out the blinds at the car leaving the warehouse. Satisfied that Zeke would work towards completing the task given to him, he concluded it was about time he made that phone call and withdrew his hand from the blinds. This operation was expanding rapidly. It was a good problem to have, all things considered, but he needed to make sure he had all his bases covered. With a slight tug at the leash in his other hand, he got the attention of his obedient toy sitting beside him.

"Yes, master?" Caitlyn spoke, maintaining her position on her knees with her legs spread out in an inverted 'V' to give easy access to and show off her mound while she held her own arms behind her back, presenting her pert breasts out on display for all to admire as water dripped down from her soaked hair. Charles had just finished his time in the showers with Caitlyn, leaving him feeling fresh if slightly drained. This slut knew how to put her mouth to good use and was one of the best he'd come across, even though he'd never admit as much to her. She required no restraints, though her collar, cuffs, and leash remained on. Ingrid locked up in the tiny cage down in the warehouse out the window of the other side of his office with her legs dangling out was all the assurance Charles needed to keep Caitlyn here now. Charles knew that both Caitlyn and him understood that the moment another of her friends was dragged back to this warehouse that the process would repeat, her friends tormented in front of her with the promise that their suffering would be put on hold if only she would offer up more to Charles. It was a rotten deal, offering a brief respite to her friends and taking the burden for herself in exchange for information that very well might mean even more of her friends were put into bondage, an entire life of sexual servitude set before them. Part of Caitlyn assured herself she was just buying time for... something, though she couldn't say what, to come along and save them. A darker side of her imagined scenes of them serving alongside each other, their bodies used thoroughly to satiate the lustful hunger of whoever held their leash as their cries went heard but unanswered in the dark. Caitlyn didn't want to admit it, but she really didn't want to be left alone, never to see her friends again... she closed her eyes, putting her conflicted thoughts aside as Charles spoke up.

"I need to make a call, I want you up on my desk. Show yourself off to me, pretend I'm interested in purchasing you, do everything you can to grab my attention without speaking or pleasuring yourself," Charles ordered, admiring Caitlyn's graceful movements as she raised up off the floor and then onto his desk directly in front of him. He had already cleared it of his work and he limited the warehouses computer access to a more secure location, so as Caitlyn climbed atop the solid wooden desk, it was easy to picture her up on a platform showing herself off to a crowd bidding for the right to claim her. Charles' phone beeped several times as he typed in a familiar number, waited for the other end to pick up, then spoke, "Hey, old friend, I did as you asked and sent your son off on a job to keep him busy. Not really sure it was wise to send him away, I need all the help I can get, but if a strange request is all it takes to get you back on the team then it's a fair price to pay."

"I have my reasons for wanting him out on his own. It's about time my son found a woman of his own," a voice over the phone replied, loud enough for Caitlyn to overhear as she ran her hands slowly from her knees she stood on the desk with, up her sides, then slid them each under her firm breasts, showing them off to Charles.

Charles kept his gaze glued to Caitlyn's performance as he replied, "He's found a few and had several over the last weeks alone. Hell, you even put up a few of the first women he caught on that website for Ramon. You know how I feel about my merchandise being advertised after they've been sold..."

"You worry too much, put your faith in god and trust that there is a plan," the unknown voice chuckled, leaving a chill running up Caitlyn's spine as she sat up straight, slowly moving her hands down to her thighs as she rolled her hips forward and spread her legs apart. Would the last evidence of her existence be some images put up on a website for men to ogle? She wasn't sure what to think of that... or more accurately, she refused to admit to herself how much that excited her.

Charles admired the sight of his toy's cunt put out on display like that, she was doing well... it was getting hard to keep focus and continue this conversation, "You know I'm not the type to go to church. Frankly, I don't understand why you keep rambling on about that. No, I'm just worried about leaving a trail. Those girls have been missing for a while, no reason to put them out on display to the world now. Anyway, that's not what I wanted to talk to you about, I needed someone watching my back and all religious mumbo jumbo aside... you've always had a knack for warning and dealing with threats from the least likely places."

"Those women simply posed with their masters for a few photos on a beach before the next auction. None of them were from the same batch or knew each other and all were very compliant by that point. You should visit here more, take a vacation and I'm sure I can reintroduce you to some of your old favorites. But you're right, best we get to business. Before we proceed, we are agreed that the first woman my son claims will be his to train and do with as he pleases?" the conversation continued, Caitlyn blushing about the nature of their conversation and how Charles made no effort to hide anything from ears as she leaned backward on her hands with her legs spread out fully, lowering herself backward as if to invite the man to climb over her and claim her. Then again, why should he hide anything from her, she was already property, the same as Ingrid, the same as any of the women that might have come through here before... or after...

"The first one he claims without help will be his, yes, but he will continue to learn how to train them under my guidance until the rest are ready for sale. Just keep in mind, he may not be successful this go around and will need to keep working at it. Now, concerning your payment..." Charles set the terms as he understood them, feeling hot under the collar of his shirt as he watched Caitlyn fully lean back, then swing one of her legs high into the air, holding it by her knee with her hands as she struck a seductive pose laying along his desk. She was a natural at this and would likely drive the buyers wild when she was sold off.

"Yes, about that. I don't want any of the money. I want a woman for myself," the voice replied curtly then continued, "My payment will be a new grandson and son both, god willing. Do you have any cute gingers by chance?"

Both Charles and Caitlyn froze in place, both staring back and forth at each other. Caitlyn felt goosebumps form across her arms as her mind raced at the obvious implications. She would have no say in who her master would eventually be, but the thought of this hadn't crossed her mind, being traded off to some stranger as part of a business deal to be **** into motherhood! She couldn't! Charles looked back at her with his cold calculating eyes, weighing his options. Putting aside the possibility that Zeke may have already had a son or daughter from his earlier catches without knowing about it, the redhead beauty in front of him was property, if it meant furthering his plans he absolutely would, "Let me put you on speaker," Charles said, then got up, laid the phone across the desk next to Caitlyn, "It looks like you're up for inspection much earlier than I thought. No speaking and hold that position until I'm done with my conversation," Charles ordered, his tone strict and severe. Caitlyn simply nodded and held herself laying off to her side propped up on one elbow, holding her leg almost straight vertical, while her other lay flat against the desk. She knew better than to beg for mercy or make a plea for an alternative. These were her instructions and she was certain she wouldn't want to disappoint Charles now, however much she didn't want to be claimed by the voice over the phone. Charles ran a couple fingers over her exposed cunt, easily gliding across her soaking wet folds as he picked his conversation back up, "I think I may have one or two you'd be interested in. Two of my stock is asking a lot though, as I'm sure you know, so let's renegotiate," Charles began haggling with the voice just as he slid the two fingers inside Caitlyn's velvety folds. She moaned audibly as if on queue as Charles probed her pussy, still remarkably tight and burning with desire like a furnace.

"Ohoho~! You always were a shrewd negotiator! Tell me, how is she?" the voice asked, Caitlyn and Charles as if in unison imagining the fiery haired beauty held down in a bed with her legs folded back and spread wide as a tall older man bred her thoroughly, over and over for weeks on end until her belly swelled with child.

"Obedient to a fault and you wouldn't believe what she can do with those pretty lips wrapped around your cock," Charles replied bluntly as he unzipped his trousers and let his rapidly swelling cock hang in front of Caitlyn's face. His fingers began to work the girl over as he let his thumb rest over her exposed clit, then began rubbing it in a circular motion. Caitlyn couldn't help but gasp aloud and quickly found Charles' cock in her mouth for her troubles.

"Hmmmm... very tempting, but was hoping to have one a little more... willful... though I suppose a new environment and adjustment in her training could bring out the fire in her," the voice replied, leaving Caitlyn's mind swirling with the combination of that statement and Charles' advances almost too much to handle.

"I'm sure we can figure something out. In exchange for the ginger on top of whoever your son claims though, I want you to call in some favors from some of your old partners," Charles proposed, enjoying the sight of Caitlyn's raised leg beginning to tremble. He wondered if she could actually hold on after being so thoroughly conquered since she'd been taken in, her appetite for his and the others attention had only seemed to grow...

"Ah, that may be a problem. They've all retired, I'm sure they would enjoy the hunt again as much as me but I'm not sure they would be up for it," the voice sounded despondent, unable to meet Charles' demands. Caitlyn did her best to maintain her composure, Charles' hand was proving to be more than adequate by itself to get her riled up once more and she was distracted running her tongue up and around that thick cock of his as he grabbed up her wet ponytail and slowly fucked her mouth. Still, she couldn't get the image of her given away like some mare to reward a prize stallion out of her head. She could feel a familiar heat in her core begin to grow as the trembling in her legs continued to build.

"That's fine, if they have any apprentices, partners, contacts, or anyone that could help that would be enough. My only condition is that there will be no more of my stock given out as payment, understood?" Charles struggled to maintain a steady voice as Caitlyn did a remarkable job of polishing his cock with her tongue.

"Hmmmm... I will make some calls. Assume that I will get you what you need, I will be there to help regardless. I would love to meet the woman of my son's dreams. If I can get you the help you require, I will take my prize as well... though... can I make one more request?" the voice asked, Caitlyn's eyes widening as Charles stared down in bewilderment. What more did he want?!

"You've asked for a lot already, old friend..." Charles grunted, Caitlyn's tongue running along his shaft had him unable to control his breathing and he was starting to get close himself.

"I only wish to peruse your other wares while I'm there. Sometimes I miss the old times," the voice said wistfully.

Charles laughed, focusing in on Caitlyn's treasured spot with his fingers before he responded, "Of course, old friend, you don't need to even ask. You will help break in and train them alongside your son and the others. Now, unless there's something else...?"

Caitlyn couldn't hold on any longer as Charles rubbed at her clit and g-spot in a perfect rhythm. Her leg folded downward as her entire body shuddered, though she made an admirable effort to otherwise remain in the pose she had held for so long. Her screams into the cock filling her mouth and her tongue flailing about were enough to push Charles over the edge with a loud grunt, the slut squirting all over his hand as they both seized up. There was a long pause before the voice broke the silence that had filled the room, "No, that is enough. This will be just like old times. May god continue to guide you to a fruitful life."

Charles was about to respond when the line went dead. He was always so confused about his friend's meaning. He sure didn't seem to be talking about any god he was familiar with, that was for sure. What a strange man, though he was glad to have his company. Back to business though...

"Alright, down on the ground, on your knees as you were before," Charles casually ordered Caitlyn as he fell back into his chair with a loud, satisfied sigh. Caitlyn was exhausted from the day she'd had so far, but slowly and purposefully complied, putting herself right in front of Charles with her hands behind her back, sitting on her knees with legs spread apart again for ease of access and to display herself... though Charles observed with satisfaction that she struggled to maintain her posture, her legs twitching every so often, "Right now, I have a problem."

"Y-yes, S-sir?" Caitlyn responded with a shaky voice.

"Currently, I have **** but to offer you up to my friend. You're well aware of what he wants you for," Charles stated, noticing Caitlyn's visible reaction as her face contorted in fear and her legs adjusted to close ever so slightly... good, they seemed to be on the same page, even if for different reasons, "However," Charles continued, getting Caitlyn to perk up and listen intently, "I would rather not give you up to him if I can help it," he stated, observing the visible wave of relief wash over her, "So. If you do not wish to be knocked up repeatedly by my friend, and make no mistake that he will not settle for just once, it would be in your best interest to offer me up another redhead slut to give over to him before he claims his compensation. Do you understand?"

Caitlyn gulped, then nodded in perfectly crystal clear understanding of what was demanded of her...

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