The Price of Innocence

Chapter 18

"Yes Richard, she sold me," Innocence spoke into the phone the next morning.

"Sold you, sold you?" he asked, surprised at the news. "Or more of a charity auction kind of thing?"

Innocence was not quite sure how to answer that. She was sold to be someone's sex slave and as far as she was concerned, that amounted to a real sale. But there was a charity involved somehow. And it was just for a limited amount of time. At least she hoped the time was limited.

"A charity auction, I suppose," she finally replied.

"Oh, how delightful for you," said Richard with true glee in his voice. Innocence was astounded.

"Richard, I'm your wife. You shouldn't be happy that I was sold and that I'm now a sex slave."

"A temporary sex slave," he corrected her. "It should do wonders for your research. How long will you be a slave?"

"A week," she informed him. "It was supposed to be a day. Then they extended it to three days. Then they blackmailed me into the rest of the week."

"Blackmailed you how?"

"They are holding a party tonight and they threatened to invite my parents. I had to agree to the extra four days to keep that from happening. Oh, I'm supposed to tell you that you're invited to the party."

"Great!" he responded jubilantly. "I can't wait to see my little slave girl again. We haven't been together much for the past few weeks. Maybe your new owners will even let me use their girl."

"Richard!" she protested. "I'm your wife, remember?"

He laughed into the phone. "I remember. It makes me the luckiest man in the world. Everyone is envious and everyone wants to own my wife."

Innocence just sighed into the phone. She didn't think she would ever understand the eccentricities of her husband. She was being fucked like there was no tomorrow and he was delighted.

"Oops, gotta go," he said. "Students are coming into the office. See you tonight, sweetie."

Innocence sighed again. Maybe she should come up with a new thesis for her research. This one was turning out to be a nightmare.

That evening was just a continuation of her nightmare. The Byrons had placed a post in the center of the living room. On top of the post was a smooth wooden phallus. And on top of the phallus, they placed Innocence with the large cock shaped object buried deep in her sex. She had to stand on her tiptoes to keep it away from her cervix but she could not sustain that position for very long because her calves would start to cramp. Periodically, she would rest on her heels and groan as the wooden object sent pain through her belly.

"It's a testament to the free enterprise system," said one of the guests, "that one can buy anything one desires for the right price. I don't know what the price was, Frank. But you got yourself a prime slavegirl there."

"Here's to capitalism," announced the man's wife in a toast as she held up her glass.

"To capitalism," everyone sang out as they raised their glasses to join in the toast.

"She was expensive," said Frank. "But she is turning out to be worth every penny of it." Then he turned to Richard. "That's one hell of a wife you have there, buddy."

Innocence shook her head in disbelief at what was going on. The Byrons had invited two couples. Thankfully, her parents were not included in the group. Richard had brought Dr. Grimm as his ‘date' so that meant that there were four couples plus the naked Innocence in the room.

"Thanks, Frank," Richard replied. "I'm a lucky, lucky man. And thank you for inviting my colleague and me to your party."

"Not at all," smiled Frank. "You were good enough to make the girl available. It's the least I could do to thank you."

Richard smiled. "It's my pleasure. I love to see her entertained. And she does so much enjoy slavery. I'm astounded at her value, though. I knew she was beautiful and desirable. But the price I am being offered for her boggles the mind."

Innocence gasped at her husband's words. People were talking to him about buying her? This was horrible. She just hoped that Richard did not get tempted into doing something stupid.

Dr. Grimm spoke up. "Your wife tells me that we have an hour before dinner. May I have a little time with the girl to debrief her? It will be helpful for her research."

Frank laughed. "You mean she really is doing this for a school project? I thought she was just making that up."

"Yes," nodded Susan. "If you can call a doctoral dissertation a school project, then she is doing this for a school project."

"Wow," exclaimed Frank as he smacked his forehead. "Whoda thunk it?"

"There's an office at the top of the stairs," Frank continued. "That should work for your debriefing." Two men lifted Innocence off of the pole and she groaned as she looked down at it, seeing it glistening with her juices. Then Susan snapped a leash on the girl's collar and led her away.

"When you decide to sell her, come see me," Innocence heard Frank say as she was led away. "I'll top any price you have been offered."

"I'll keep that in mind," Innocence heard her husband reply.

Innocence fumed. Mr. Byron should have said ‘if'; not ‘when.' And Richard should have said ‘I'll never sell her' instead of ‘I'll keep that in mind.' She was furious and was ready to turn around to go back and confront the two men. But a sharp tug of the leash propelled her forward and up the stairs.

"You are getting some very valuable data, Cency," said Dr. Grimm as she sat in a chair with a pad of paper in her lap. "How does it feel to be such a valuable property?"

"It feels dehumanizing, Dr. Grimm," replied Innocence as she knelt in front of the professor as she had been taught, with her knees spread wide apart.

"Yes, but that's valuable insight for your research," said Susan. She leaned forward and, to Cency's surprise, swiped a finger between the girl's labia. She made another note on the pad and then licked her finger clean.

Susan was delighted that the slavery had been extended. It would further act to break down the girl's will and make her more pliable. It would only be a matter of time now before she took full ownership of Innocence. Plus, the additional five thousand dollars that she would be receiving would not hurt. In two days, she had become five thousand dollars richer, thanks to her newest pet.

The two of them talked for about twenty minutes. Dr. Grimm asked questions and Innocence answered them.

"What was going through your mind when you were on the auction block?"

"Terror. Sheer terror. I still can't believe you sold me."

"It was all for science. Okay, if terror was going through your mind, what was going through your pussy?"

"A very, very long cock."

Susan laughed at that comment. Innocence blinked. It was the first time that she had seen any indication that her professor had any sense of humor.

"What I meant to ask," Susan said, "is what was happening to you sexually? You looked like you were aroused. Were you?"

Innocence cast her eyes down. "I suppose so. I was wet, if that's what you mean."

"But why were you wet?" asked Dr. Grim as she madly scribbled her notes. "What made you so aroused when you were on the block?"

"I don't know," whimpered Innocence. "I don't know. It was all so humiliating. But at the same time, it was flattering that so many people wanted to own me. I could only see half of the room but I saw a lot of motion and heard a lot of people shouting out their bids. I don't know why but that was very arousing."

Dr. Grimm leaned forward and patted Innocence on the head. "For your information, I think that every single person in the room other than me put in at least one bid for you. Even Jack did and he had planned on having a day alone with his girl after he sold off her husband."

"Is that a good thing?" asked Innocence. She was still trying to process all of the new information in this new world she found herself in.

"I think it is a good thing," Susan responded. "It made me feel very proud of my girl. It reminded me how valuable my property is."

Innocence furrowed her brow. "Am I your property?"

Susan laughed again. "Not yet; but soon."

They talked for twenty minutes as Dr Grimm frantically took notes. Innocence knelt the entire time and Susan frequently reached out to stroke the girl's cheek or plump one of her breasts. She noticed that Innocence did not flinch at all at the intimate touches and noted that on her pad of paper also. The previous two weeks seemed to have worked very well at conditioning her pet.

Dr. Grimm returned Innocence to the party and Trudy quickly whisked her away. Mrs. Byron had plans for the girl. She was to be the dessert platter.

Innocence was placed on a serving cart, lying on her back. Her legs dangled off the side and Trudy arranged them so that the soles of her feet were touching, which widely spread her knees. Then, everything was bound to keep her legs in place. Her arms were bound by her side, leaving her completely helpless and totally exposed and vulnerable.

"I'll be back for you in a bit, sweetie," said Mrs. Byron, giving each nipple a pinch. It's time to serve the guests their dinner. Then it will be time to serve them you." She disappeared into the dining room, leaving Innocence with her thoughts as she lay on the cart.

For the next thirty minutes, Innocence stared at the ceiling. This research was not going well. Then she thought again. Actually, the research was going very well. She was obtaining a lot of valuable data and input. It was her life that was not going well. She had never aspired to be a slave. But with each passing day, she found herself sinking lower and lower into slavery. Pretty soon, she feared, even she would start to think of herself as property.

She listened to the sounds coming from the other room. She could hear the clinking of silverware and the sound of plates and platters being moved around. She could hear voices but could not make out any of the conversation. Occasionally, she would hear laughter and she blushed, assuming that they were talking and laughing about her.

Eventually, Trudy came back into the kitchen. For the next five minutes, she worked at preparing the dessert platter. When she was finally satisfied with her creation, she wheeled the cart into the other room to present Innocence in her latest humiliating state.

"Ta da!" announced Trudy as she emerged from the kitchen, pushing the cart in front of her. "Dessert is served."

"Looks delicious," said one of the wives. I can't wait to sink my teeth into it."

"Can we sink other things into it?" asked one of the husbands.

Trudy laughed. "You can sink whatever body parts or toys you want into her later. But first, let's have dessert."

Trudy truly had used Innocence as a serving platter. Her breasts were covered with whipped cream and cherries dotted the surface. Slices of kiwi fruit were lined up along both sides of her abdomen. Berries had been stuffed into her sex. A line of whipped cream ran down her center from the cream coated breasts to her denuded mound and a large pile of whipped cream covered her mound. Several unpeeled bananas lay across her chest above her breasts.

"Dig in, everyone," urged Trudy. "This is finger food."

"Ooooo," squealed the other wife. "My mouth is watering already."

The eight partiers circled the cart and each took turns sampling the dessert. Tongues lapped at the breasts and Venus mound. Teeth gripped the kiwi fruit and occasionally nipped at the sensitive, naked flesh of the girl. Fingers probed Cency's sex in search of the hidden berries. Richard peeled one of the bananas and used it to symbolically fuck Cency's mouth, telling her to just use her lips and tongue; no teeth.

Innocence closed her eyes in shame. Now she had been reduced to the status of inanimate object. She was a serving platter! She felt the tongues and lips and teeth moving all over her body. She sucked in her breath as a set of teeth locked onto her left nipple that had recently been exposed by lapping tongues. She gasped as she felt three fingers probing her sex to acquire the fruits that had been stored inside of her. Yet despite all of this humiliating treatment, she felt her body responding. Her breathing quickened and her belly started quivering, much to the delight of the partiers as they recognized the signs of the impending orgasm. And then she moaned as her body shook from its first orgasm of the evening.

The Byrons and their guests continued to feast on the bound and naked girl. Teeth became more insistent and tugged on the delicious nipples. When fingers alone could not reach the tasty berries that were marinating in the slave's sex, one of the wives remedied the situation by slipping her entire hand into Cency's pussy. She climaxed a second time as the fingers probed around inside of her, capturing berries. She climaxed a third time as the fist was reinserted after pulling out with a half dozen berries.

Once all of the berries had been withdrawn, the partiers amused themselves with the bananas. They used the fleshy fruit to fuck the slavegirl, commenting on how nicely she was marinating them with the copious juices she was secreting. She climaxed a fourth time as the last of the bananas was pushed into her sex and one of the men was fluttering his tongue over her clit, having just wiped the last of the whipped cream off of her mound with his tongue.

Frank led the partiers into the living room to enjoy after dinner drinks. Trudy stayed behind to release Innocence and Susan stayed with her to help.

"You were magnificent, pet," smiled Susan as she worked the ropes binding the feet together.

"Yes you were, girl," agreed Trudy. "All of my guests loved the way that you served dessert."

"Thank you, Mistress…. I mean Mistresses," replied Innocence wearily.

Then Trudy turned to Susan. "So it seems that you have more than just an academic interest in the girl."

Susan nodded and reached out, placing one hand over Cency's right breast and the other over the girl's sex, letting her fingers glide over the petals that were still slick with arousal. "Of course I do. It would be very difficult to not desire this creature and to want to own her."

"Yes, I understand," said Trudy. "Our only regret is that we only own her for a week. We would readily buy her and keep her permanently if we could."

"You will have to talk to Richard about that," said Susan. "I know he has already had several offers for the girl."

Innocence gasped as she listened. Once again, she was being talked about as if she was not even present and she was not being included in the conversation. And once again the conversation involved selling her. They couldn't do that! Could they? Her thoughts were interrupted, though, by Susan whose talented fingers brought her to yet another orgasm. She tensed and groaned and then lay limp on the cart as the last of her bindings were removed.

For the rest of the evening, she continued to be the sexual play thing for the partiers. Each of the guests got to choose how to use Innocence and, when everyone had a turn, they got to enjoy her a second time. Only Frank and Trudy abstained from the fun. They knew they could enjoy the girl after everyone left.

Even Richard and Susan used her, which surprised Innocence to no end. How could her husband and faculty advisor be so callous as to use her publicly for their sexual entertainment. Susan fucked her from behind with a strap-on dildo while using the girl's breasts as handles. For her second turn, she dripped hot wax onto the magnificent breasts as she once again pounded the strap-on dildo into the girl.

Richard took her in the ass for his first turn. This was exceedingly embarrassing for Innocence. Sex between a husband and wife should take place in the intimacy of their bedroom; not as a show for the amusement of others. For his second turn, he armed himself with a flogger and flayed at her back as she gave him a blowjob.

Both of the other male guests simply wanted to fuck her and they each took her in the pussy once and the ass once. One of the wives bound her tightly in a kneeling position and then had Innocence service her with her tongue. For her second turn, she placed Innocence straddling a saw horse which dug cruelly into her sex and then whipped the slave until she climaxed again.

The other wife was the cruelest of the bunch. For her first turn, Innocence was reintroduced to needles and the woman took her time, inserting a dozen into each breast. The final ones for the breasts were pushed directly in the nipples, causing Innocence to shriek from the pain. But she was not finished yet. She knelt down in front of Innocence who had been tied to a post in the center of the room and fluttered her tongue over the girl's clit. As Innocence started to climax, one last needle was pushed slowly through her clit, eliciting another shriek but also intensifying the orgasm.

For her second turn, the sadistic wife fisted Innocence for the second time of the evening. But she was not hunting for berries. Her objective was to cause as much discomfort and pain as she could. She did this by opening her hand as much as possible and stretching the girl's sex. She also got a kick out of pressing upward and distending Cency's belly with her fingers. When she became bored with that, she found Cency's cervix and sadistically pushed on it until her finger popped through into the poor girl's womb, causing Innocence to shriek again. As she sawed her finger in and out of the tiny opening, she again flickered her tongue over the slave's clit until she climaxed.

Innocence was a bedraggled mess by the time the guests departed. She barely had enough energy to shower and then fell instantly to sleep, sandwiched between her two temporary owners.