The Price of Innocence

Chapter 27

"Mom!" Kaitlin excitedly exclaimed. "He finally fucked me!!!"

Innocence had been sleeping soundly in her bed and shook her head to try to clear it. She opened her eyes and saw a naked Kaitlin kneeling on the bed and straddling her waist. "Who finally fucked you?"

"Daddy did!" she grinned.

Innocence had no idea how to respond to that revelation. She couldn't believe that her husband had fucked his daughter. She knew she should not be surprised by anything at this point but she was always caught off guard. She should have actually expected it. After all, she had watched Richard take Kaitlin orally and anally so it was just a matter of time before he used her vaginally. And she had watched Frank fuck Chrissy at the party. So apparently sex between a father and his daughter was not as taboo as she had previously thought.

Kaitlin was obviously excited about it. She was positively ecstatic about sharing the news with her stepmother.

"I'm very happy for you, sweetie," was the reply that she settled on. She wasn't happy with the situation at all but she didn't feel like she could say that. And she was happy that Katy was happy. So that response seemed appropriate.

Kaitlin reached down and grabbed the top of the sheet and pulled it down, exposing Innocence to the waist. She normally would have covered her breasts with her arms but she knew better than to protect her modesty. That would only get her punished.

"I can't decide whether I like being a mistress or a slave better," Kaitlin said as she reached out again, placing her palms on Cency's breasts and giving them a squeeze. Innocence could not believe her ears. Kaitlin had always preferred being the dominant in the past. She would wait to hear the explanation that she was sure would follow.

"I love owning you," she continued. "And I especially love owning these." She gave each breast a squeeze to illustrate what she meant by ‘these.' "But there is something thrilling about being a slave that I never noticed before."

It makes me so tingly all the time," she went on. Then she hiked herself up and pulled the sheet the rest of the way off of Innocence. Her hand darted between Cency's legs before they had a chance to close and she plunged a finger into her stepmother's sex causing her to suck in her breath.

"See? The same thing must happen to you." Kaitlin withdrew her finger and showed the glistening digit to Innocence. "You're always so wet and ready to be used."

Innocence shook her head in disbelief. It was true that she was always wet and ready. And she had no idea why that was. It couldn't possibly be because she liked being a slave. There were times, in fact, when she hated it.

Kaitlin got off of Innocence and then laid down on top of her with her face at her stepmother's chest. She sucked one of the delectable nipples into her mouth and pulsed it a few times before speaking again.

"Maybe we could be slave sisters," she said, and then she sucked the other nipple into her mouth.

"Oh wait!!!" Kaitlin blurted, releasing the tender morsel from her lips. "I wonder if I can still own you if I become a slave. I sure hope so. I can't imagine ever giving you up. I want to own you forever."

Innocence shook her head again. She watched her breast being sucked in and out of Katilin's mouth and felt the pulsing of her nipple sending familiar thrills through her body. She frequently wished that she did not respond to all of the indignities that were heaped upon her. But for some reason that she did not understand, her body always reacted sexually to whatever humiliating act she was subjected to. Maybe Richard had been right over a year ago. Maybe she did have a slave heart.

"Oh, Mom," said Kaitlin as she let the nipple pop free again. "I almost forgot. With winter break starting on Friday, all of my friends will be coming home. We're having a party on Saturday."

"That's nice, sweetie," said Innocence. She did not want to pursue the subject for fear that Katy would be taking her as a slave again. Maybe her stepdaughter would be going as a slave this time so she wouldn't be needed.

"And I just had a great idea!" gushed Kaitlin. "It's my turn to go as a slave. We can be slave sisters. Isn't that exciting?"

Innocence groaned inwardly. Once again, she would be subject to the cruelty and humiliation dished out by the teenagers. It did not sound appealing at all.

There was no escape from slavery. It penetrated every aspect of her life. In her family life, she was a slave to her husband and her stepdaughter. In her academic life, she was a slave to her professor. And everyone who claimed her as theirs was constantly loaning her to others or offering her for sale at various auctions.

Even mundane aspects of her life were infiltrated by slavery. She loved to exercise and particularly enjoyed running and biking. She still got to run but now she did that naked and pulling a cart. She still biked but her bicycle and stationary bike both had dildos mounted on the seats. It was a good thing that she didn't like lifting weights, she though. There was no telling how that would be handled by her numerous owners.

Saturday night arrived and, once again, Innocence was driven to the estate where the party was being held and, once again, she was naked but for the cape that protected her from the cool night air. The difference this time was that Kaitlin was naked under her cape too.

Their master for the night had picked them up at home at seven o'clock. He chatted with Richard as the two naked girls knelt at their feet. By eight o'clock, they were at the party.

Innocence was praying for a white collar this time but she knew that was highly unlikely. She only hoped that the boy did not select a black collar. She still cringed each time she remembered the needles.

The boy seemed quite proud of himself as he led the two beauties into the ballroom. It was obvious that Kaitlin was highly prized as a slave and many people fawned over her when they saw her. Innocence was also viewed as an exceptional catch by the crowd. A lot of the partiers remembered her from the last party when she received her own share of caresses and gropes and pinches.

The scene that greeted Cency's eyes was just as surreal as the other times she was taken to this kind of gathering. There was lots of nudity and others wearing leather and latex. Again, she wondered if parents knew how their kids were entertaining themselves.

She did not recognize the boy who was their master for the night. He was handsome and tall and muscular but she did not remember him from the last party. She did recognize some of the others, though. The girl who had turned her breasts into pin cushions was wearing a black collar and was being viciously beaten with a paddle as she was bound over a railing. The boy who had refused to wear a condom at the last meeting had on a red collar and a dominant girl was plundering his ass with a strap-on dildo. It appeared that everyone played each role in this group at one time or another.

Innocence was not surprised when her temporary owner fastened a red collar around Kaitlin's neck. But she was very surprised when a white one was fastened around her own neck.

"Hey!" protested Kaitlin when she saw the difference in the collars. "What's with that?"

"Don't worry, girl," the boy replied. "I'll give her a red one soon enough. But I want to sample her first."

"So what am I?" asked Kaitlin indignantly. "Chopped liver?"

"You don't look like chopped liver to me," he responded. "You look like my slave; my mouthy slave. And if you keep this up, you'll be wearing a black collar."

Kaitlin growled but did not say a word. Innocence remained silent also as she remembered how she ended up wearing a black collar at the last party. Shortly after the exchange, the trio was approached by one of the dominant boys. He asked to borrow Katy and then attached his leash to her collar, leading her upstairs to a private room.

Innocence found herself with the boy in another one of the upstairs rooms. The boy stripped out of his leather outfit and strapped Cency down on the X-shaped horizontal cross. Once again, Innocence was looking at a new stranger's cock as he moved to her head and pressed its tip to her lips.

"I thought white collar meant no sex," she managed to say before he pushed the tip of his cock into her mouth.

"No," he replied as he watched his cock slide deeper into his slave's mouth. "It means no sharing. Trust me. You'll be fucked. I'm going to fuck you silly before I start sharing you."

There was no support for her head so it hung down, tilted back. The boy took advantage of this by continuing to push deeper into her mouth until he encountered the back of her throat. She gagged at the intrusion but he kept pushing. Eventually, he was fully embedded in her with his balls resting on her nose. She felt the log pushing down her throat and thought she would suffocate.

He looked down at the beautiful naked girl before him. He had seen her at the last party, months ago, but never could be with her then. In fact, he never even spoke with her. He had been locked in a pillory all night as the others abused and tormented him. But he had seen her and her image became etched in his memory. She was the most desirable woman in the world as far as he was concerned. He couldn't believe his good fortune at being able to own her for the night.

His conversation with Richard earlier in the evening had been awkward. Surely the man must have known that his wife was going to be fucked. After all, she was kneeling and naked. What man wouldn't want to fuck this beautiful blonde? But Richard showed no sign of objecting to his wife being used as a sex toy. "Be a good girl for Mark," he had even said when Mark declared that it was time to leave.

There was not a blemish on her body. He watched his cock slide out of her mouth, admiring how her pouty, ruby lips clung to his shaft. Her ripe breasts rose on her chest as she gulped in air, causing them to jiggle slightly. Her narrow waist and curvy feminine hips were the most perfect he could imagine.

He had learned more about her since he saw her several months earlier. He knew that she was married and was Kaitlin's stepmother. In fact, that's why he had worked so hard to be able to claim Katy for tonight. He had hoped to see Innocence when he picked up Katy. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that Innocence would become his slave girl for the night. He also knew that she was a graduate student and he had already applied to the school and hoped to transfer there next year so he could be near this goddess. He was completely obsessed with this woman. Someday, he hoped to own her. Then his life would be complete.

Innocence knew nothing about the thoughts going through Mark's mind. Currently, her entire world revolved around the long shaft that kept pushing down her throat. She had to time her breaths and hold them to keep from suffocating.

Mark finally decided that it was time to fuck his slave princess. Her mouth and throat felt exquisite but he had dreamed of burying his cock in her pussy for so long. He had to have her. Plus, he could not see her face in this position. Moving to her pussy would allow him to feast his eyes on her divine face.

He pulled out and moved around the prone, stretched form until he was standing between her widespread legs. He grasped his long cock and shook it up and down, slapping it against her sex. Her labia were already gaping and wet, resulting in squishy slapping noises with each spank. She was clearly ready for him.

He reached forward and grasped each of the full breasts, letting his fingers sink into the warm, soft flesh. He brushed his palms over the nipples, enjoying the rubbery softness of the little nubbins.

"Lift your head," he instructed her. "Look at me."

Reluctantly, she raised her head. She looked across her naked, bound body and saw the boy's hands holding her breasts. She looked farther down her body and saw the long shaft poised at the entrance to her sex. Finally, she raised her eyes and blushed as she saw Mark staring back at her.

Mark studied the girl's reaction. Her blushing face looked angelic as it was framed by her silken blonde hair. She truly was amazing. He leaned into her, letting his cock slide slowly into her warm wet sheath. Her eyelids fluttered as the spear sliced into her. Then her blue eyes opened wide in surprise as his cock hit bottom, sending stabs of pain through her belly.

He started to piston in and out of her, each time being sure to hit bottom. She flinched each time the cock slammed into her cervix and initially grunted with each blow. The grunts eventually turned into groans and then became moans as the pain mixed with pleasure. He watched in awe as her chest flushed with arousal and her belly started quivering. It was a truly remarkable sight when she cried out with her body tensing in orgasm.

He continued to pound into her body. She continued to climax and had three more before he emptied his balls into his slave girl. Then he stayed inside of her for as long as he could while his member softened and just gazed down at the dazed, panting beauty.

Should he make an offer to Richard to buy the girl? Certainly money would not be an issue. His grandfather had left him a fortune when he died, ensuring that Mark would never have to work a day in his life if he didn't want to. Maybe he could invest some of that fortune in buying this perfect girl. Then he could live contentedly as she served his every need. But how would Richard react to an offer? Not well, in all likelihood. In fact, it might even ruin any chances of borrowing the man's wife in the future if Richard was insulted by the offer. He would have to think about it.

Innocence kept her white collar all night. There was no way that Mark was going to share his slave girl with anyone. They could look, and they all did whenever he took her downstairs to display her, but he would be the only one to handle her. He fucked her three more times before the party ended.

Kaitlin was sexually satiated by the string of lovers she was loaned to, both male and female. Every hole had been well used by the end of the evening. She had been somewhat miffed that Mark had ignored her in favor of her stepmother. But the sex was good and the evening had been thrilling for her. It was another successful party as far as she was concerned.