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Chapter 24
Innocence had been married for six months and, she had to admit, this was not how she always envisioned life as husband and wife. Some parts of it were somewhat normal. When she and Richard went out to a restaurant or attended faculty events, she was the normal, loving, doting wife. People thought she was an incredibly beautiful wife, but a normal wife nevertheless.
When her parents or her mother-in-law visited, everything seemed normal. If they went away for a weekend, everything was typically, although not always, normal. There were even times when she and Richard were home alone that things seemed normal.
Certainly, she was spending more time at home these days. She had been kept by Dr. Grimm for two weeks of training near the beginning of the school year. Then, immediately after that, she had been sold and kept for eleven days of slavery by the Byrons. Since that time, she was frequently away from home because of being loaned or sold but she slept in her own bed more often than not.
She was always astounded how the normalcy of Richard’s words could be so appropriate even when they were actually referring to some lewd or humiliating activity that was coming up for her. But anybody who overheard them saying their goodbyes to one another in the morning would be certain that this was a normal suburban couple living a normal suburban life.
One example was when Richard kissed his wife at the door as he was leaving for the university. “Hurry home,” he had told her. Anyone overhearing his words would assume that she was going somewhere and that he looked forward to her return. It also had a different meaning, though.
For the past three days, Kaitlin had collected her stepmother shortly after her father left for work. Then she would drive her favorite slave girl to an estate in the countryside where the owners kept pony girls. Innocence would be stripped upon arrival and would be put into her tack. Straps wrapped her torso and waist and hips. Tall boots came to mid-thigh. A bit and bridle effectively gagged her as her tongue was trapped between two metal bars. And for decorative effect, a black ostrich feather was tucked into the bridle and a blonde tail attached to a butt plug was pushed uncomfortably into her bottom.
Once Kaitlin was satisfied with the look of her own pony girl, Innocence would be attached to a cart and then Katy would race her against the pony girls of the estate. It was humiliating to Innocence to be treated as some kind of animal but she did her best to compete in the races. She always started the races well and was typically several lengths ahead by the halfway point. But she always tired in the home stretch. So when Richard said “hurry home” this morning, he was not saying “I can’t way to see you at the end of the day.” He was really saying “Put some more energy into the home stretch and win for your stepdaughter.”
“Have a good time in class today,” accompanied another goodbye kiss one morning. That would be a perfectly logical thing for a husband to say, especially when his wife was a college student. Any neighbor who overheard them would sigh happily at how loving the couple was and how thoughtful the husband was.
What they would not have understood, however, was that Innocence had been loaned to others again. A friend of Richard’s ran a private academy. Once she saw Innocence being displayed at a recent party, she had a brilliant idea.
Sixth graders at Rosebrook Academy were introduced to home management skills. All of the girls were from wealthy families and most would eventually marry wealthy husbands. It was important that they start to develop skills that would help them cope with the demands of running the estate or estates.
Two weeks of the course were dedicated to personal finance concepts. Other topics throughout the year included decorating, landscaping and menu selection. There was one part of the course, however, that consistently confounded Miss Arnot. For two weeks of each year, the sixth grade girls of Rosebrook were to learn how to care for and manage pets. But the selection of the proper pet had frustrated Miss Arnot for years. Some girls were afraid of dogs. Others were allergic to cats. Fish bored the girls. Hamsters looked too much like rats and none of the girls would get near them. And, the one year that snakes were introduced as the pet for the year, the screaming could be heard from five miles away.
Miss Arnot had arranged for the perfect pet for this year’s class of sixth graders. They would have a pet girl. The class was delighted with the lesson and eagerly signed up for their turn taking care of the pet. With all of the previous pets, it had been like pulling teeth to get the girls to volunteer.
Innocence had thought that she could not possibly be exposed to anything that would embarrass her any more after all of the humiliations she had already endured. But she was wrong. Once again, she found herself blushing furiously in her latest predicament.
Miss Arnot did not usually teach classes because of her heavy duties as the school’s administrator but she decided that she would personally teach this course for the next two weeks. She wanted to enjoy the delightful pet girl and all of her humiliations. On the first day of this section of the curriculum, she lectured on the care and feeding of a pet. Innocence was kneeling on all fours on a raised platform at the front of the classroom.
“These are the haunches,” said Miss Arnot as she ran a palm down one of Cency’s thighs. “Each pet is different. Some like their haunches to be stroked. Others like them scratched. You will have to experiment to find out what your pet likes.”
She moved her hand to Cency’s bottom and slowly caressed the perfectly rounded cheeks. “The same thing can be said of the pet’s rump. You will have to try out different things to find out what your pet likes. And if your pet misbehaves, the rump is a good thing to use to correct the pet.”
She raised a hand and brought it down with a loud crack, causing Innocence to yelp at being spanked. Many of the students giggled at the reaction and Innocence felt her blush deepening as she listened to the girls.
Innocence had to endure the dehumanizing treatment as her breasts were stroked and tugged, her teeth were inspected and a collar was placed around her neck. It was at the end of the class that the girls were to sign up for a day of caring for the class pet and they jostled each other to get to the front of the line to pick the day they wanted.
Each night, she was taken to a new home for the night. Usually, she was given a mat and would sleep on the floor at the foot of the student’s bed. Some students, though, wanted their pet in bed with them. Each morning, the student would bathe the pet and then groom her, brushing her hair until it shined. Then she would be taken back to school for the next day of class.
Each girl was allowed to decide what kind of pet she would be. Some treated her as if she was a puppy. To others, she was a kitty. One girl even decided that she would be a cow and spent hours trying to coax milk out of her ‘udders.”
Sex was the last thing in the world that she expected, especially given the age of the girls. But in the evening of her second day as a pet, one of the more precocious girl in the class was her temporary owner. She put her kitty’s tongue to work and Innocence found herself licking the girl to multiple orgasms. Several of the parents also got into the act. On four nights, the parents retrieved Innocence from her sleeping mat after their daughters had fallen asleep. Innocence found herself in three threesomes with parents and once ended up just getting fucked by a single father. Each morning, she would be returned to her sleeping mat before the girl awakened. She decided that this was the most humiliating two weeks of her life.
Richard’s comment to her this morning as he left for work was “Save some for me.” Again, it was a normal sounding thing to say and anyone who overheard it might think that Richard would be getting home late and wanted Innocence to save some dinner for him. But the person would be wrong.
Richard had loaned Innocence to the Byrons for the weekend and they were due to collect her within the hour. She knew that Richard planned to attend the party on Saturday night. And she knew that the “save some for me” comment meant that he planned on using her just like all of the other guests and he wanted her to save one of her orgasms for him. It all seemed so unfair that she would be treated as if she was merely one of his possessions.
Chapter 25
Richard was truly enjoying life. He owned Innocence and found her to be very fulfilling to his exotic sexual tastes. He had also come to an agreement with the Byrons that was much to his liking. For every day that they borrowed Innocence from him, they agreed to give him Chrissy for a day. The petite auburn haired beauty provided him with entertainment and variety. Chrissy had initially protested the arrangement but, over time, had come to view her servitude as simply a fact of life.
Richard even enslaved his daughter at times. At first, that had been somewhat awkward for him. But Kaitlin’s enthusiasm about being his slave girl quickly overcame his uneasiness, and he adjusted to having her naked and at the end of his leash. Plus, her talented mouth and tight, tight ass helped him to appreciate the value of having his daughter as his slave. He still had not slipped his cock into her sex but it had been in her mouth and ass plenty of times. And he knew that he would eventually fuck Kaitlin. She clearly wanted it and he found himself thinking about it frequently; almost obsessing over it.
Since Innocence had been borrowed by the Byrons for the weekend, Richard had ownership of Chrissy. He would take her to the Byrons on Saturday night for the party. But he and Dr. Grimm planned to attend a domination/submission event tonight. Susan claimed that she was attending for her research, although Richard was convinced that she found the events to be more thrilling than informative.
For tonight’s event, he planned to loan Chrissy to Dr. Grimm. He would be taking his daughter as his slave for the first time at one of these gatherings. Since he would have Chrissy for the rest of the weekend, he thought he might even sell Kaitlin tonight.
“This might be the last time that I have to borrow one of your girls,” announced Susan as they drove to the gathering. The two dominants rode together in the front seat while the two naked slaves sat in the back seat.
“Oh?” replied Richard. “Are you buying a girl?”
“No, I’m grooming one,” answered Susan. “One of the girls in the experiment that we conducted a couple of months ago had reactions that were almost identical to Cency’s. I have continued to work with her and she will be a slave shortly. She doesn’t know that yet. She thinks that the experiment is still going on. But I have been conditioning her for her new life.”
“Aren’t you the clever one?” grinned Richard.
Susan laughed. “Yes, I’m a clever one; sneaky and devious too.”
“Well, I’m happy that you are obtaining your own girl,” said Richard. “For awhile, I was worried that you wanted to own Innocence.”
“Oh, I do,” said Susan as she grinned back at him. “And I will, someday.”
“Well, just to manage your expectations,” Richard responded, “she’s not for sale.”
“Oh, Richard,” said Susan in a lecturing tone of voice. “You know as well as I do that everything is for sale. It’s simply a matter of finding the right price.”
Kaitlin listened in amazement. Would her father even consider selling her stepmother? Surely not. At least she hoped not. She loved owning Innocence and could not imagine her pet being sold.
Chrissy was also amazed as she listened to the conversation. She wondered what the right price would be. Maybe she could get her parents to buy the beautiful blonde. Then she would be able to play with and torment Innocence to her heart’s content. That would also put an end to having to be Dr. Blackwell’s slave which she had come to accept as a fact of life but which she still didn’t like.
Dr. Grimm and Richard went their separate ways once they entered the hotel ballroom. Susan wanted to go through the vendor stands to find some equipment and gear for the girl she was about to enslave. Richard wanted to see the exhibits. They agreed to meet up in an hour.
Kaitlin was fascinated by the various demonstrations. She thought she had seen it all within her group of friends but clearly there things still to be learned. Everything about this entire lifestyle, whether she was in a dominant role or a submissive one, was thrilling to her.
She was kneeling at her father’s feet while they watched a particularly erotic demonstration when she glanced to the side. The front of her father’s pants was tented out and it was obvious that he had a raging erection going on.
“You look uncomfortable, Master,” she said as she reached out and placed her palm over the tented material. “May your girl make you more comfortable?”
Richard looked down at his daughter and smiled. He had brought her completely naked this time but for the collar and the cuffs around her wrists. Once again, he marveled at her beauty and how perfectly her body was formed.
“Yes, girl,” he replied. “That’s a good idea.”
“Should this girl service you here?” she asked. “Or would you prefer some place more private?”
“I think we’ll go back to our room where I can enjoy you,” he responded. Then he led her by her leash out of the ballroom to the elevators. Once they got to the room he had rented for the night, Kaitlin dropped to her knees and unzipped Richard’s pants. She reached inside and fished out the cock that she had grown to adore, wrapping her lips around it. She had only glided her lips down the shaft twice when she felt a tug on the leash.
“Stand up, girl,” he commanded.
She quickly scrambled to her feet and turned her back to Richard, bending at the waist to present her ass. She wasn’t sure that she would normally enjoy anal sex but it was always thrilling to her when she was in a submissive mood. Plus, it was the only way that her father would fuck her. She was surprised, though, when Richard straightened her up and turned her around, backing her up to the desk and then lifting her up onto it so that her bottom was perched on the edge.
Her eyes opened wide with surprise as she realized what was about to happen to her. She had begged him to fuck her in the past but he had always avoided it.
“Oooooo, Daddy,” she cooed as she watched her father’s cock slide easily into her very wet pussy. “I mean Master.” He did not reply other than to thrust fully into her and then slowly pump in and out of her welcoming body.
“Ooooo, Master,” she cooed again. “You have no idea how long I have wished this would happen.”
He reached up and grasped her hair, pulling her head back until her beautiful face looked up at him. “Hush, girl,” he said. Then he kissed her, further ensuring her silence.
She climaxed almost immediately from the wicked eroticism of being fucked by her own father. She groaned as the orgasm rushed through her body and let her tongue dance with his as he continued the passionate kiss.
He was in no hurry to let this end. While he extended the kiss, he gathered her arms behind her back and latched the two cuffs together. A second orgasm wracked her body as she heard the metallic click of the cuffs being locked.
He held her head back as he broke the kiss, leaving her staring up at him and the ceiling. He looked down between their bodies, watching his glistening cock slice into his gorgeous daughter, only to reemerge even shinier than before.
She watched him watching their intimate coupling, realizing how fulfilled she felt to finally have him inside of her. It felt wonderful to be taken so completely at last. She would be his slave girl always if he would continue to use her like this.
He knew that he should not be doing this. It was incest, after all. But he had been increasingly obsessed with claiming his daughter this way and he knew that it was inevitable.
Her sex felt divine. It was warm and wet and tight. It held him snugly as he thrust fully into her and clamped down tightly each time she climaxed. Another orgasm tore through her naked body and almost caused him to climax himself but he was able to stop in time to avoid it.
He released her hair but she kept her head back and continued to gaze up at him. He moved his hands to her chest and lifted her heavy breasts in his palms, weighing them and marveling at their perfection. He bounced them, studying them closely as the soft, firm flesh jiggled.
Maybe it was time that he claimed a second slave. Innocence kept him entertained and fulfilled but he frequently loaned her to others, leaving him alone. Kaitlin was as perfect as Innocence and he enjoyed displaying her and leading her around, seeing the jealous faces of the other dominants. And he knew that Katy would willingly give herself to him. It was a possibility.
Plus, the idea of owning his daughter was wickedly erotic to him. He could not imagine anything more exciting than a father claiming his daughter and treating her as his plaything. Even now, watching his cock spearing into her warm, liquid channel, he was hard beyond belief.
“Ooooo, Master,” cooed Kaitlin as she felt the large pole pounding into her. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts upward to him as she welcomed the cock into her sex over and over again.
He saw her offering her breasts to him and smiled. They were ripe for the picking and he would love to own them. He reached to the desk where he had laid several of the implements and toys that he had brought with him. He picked up the wooden spoon and then let its rough surface lightly trail over the firm, fleshy mounds.
He had whips and paddles and floggers and crops that he used to punish vulnerable feminine flesh. But one of his favorite implements was a plain wooden spoon, especially for punishing breasts. It was sturdy and short, allowing it to be used effectively even when his subject was close to him. The course surface could also be dragged across the tender flesh to create discomfort. And either side of the spoon could be used, depending on what effect he wanted. The concave side would create loud slapping sounds that would startle a girl. The convex side did not make as much noise but it would inflict surprising pain which would provide him with hours of entertainment.
He started with the concave side. He raised the spoon and then brought it down swiftly on Kaitlin’s right nipple. She gasped and opened her eyes wide in surprise at the loud crack that accompanied the blow. She lowered her eyes and saw the flesh around her nipple pinken instantly as he lifted the spoon again.
She watched in disbelief as he snapped the spoon downward a second time, spanking her left nipple. It too was surrounded by pinkened flesh when he lifted the tool and both nipples were now rock hard from the abuse.
He alternated from nipple to nipple, enjoying the sounds of each blow. She shivered deliciously and gasped with many of the strikes. After awhile, he flipped the spoon and started seeing red imprints forming non the swells of her breasts as he moved the blows across and around the full mounds.
She climaxed as the first blow struck the sensitive upper swell of her left breast. He continued to rain blows on the magnificent orbs as he cock continued to pound into her. She climaxed a second and then third time as the paddling continued. He finally emptied his balls into her once he was satisfied that her breasts were evenly colored pink from the spanking. When his cock softened, he pulled out of her.
“Now, you’re ready for sale,” he declared as he stepped back and saw her breasts almost glowing. The flesh across her cheeks almost perfectly matched the color of her punished mounds. As he saw his sperm dribbling out of her gaping pussy, he hoped that the buyers would appreciate all of the effort he had just put into preparing the girl for the auction block.
Chapter 26
Innocence was once again shocked at the Byron’s party on Saturday night. She thought she had seen everything but she was repeatedly surprised by new turns of events.
Richard arrived at the party shortly after it started. Following behind him, on his leash, a completely naked Chrissy blushed her way into the room. Chrissy had never been seen naked by her parents or by their friends who were gathered for an evening of deviant fun.
If Innocence was shocked that Richard would expose Chrissy in this way, she was absolutely dumbfounded by what happened next. Trudy met Richard and gave him a kiss on both cheeks. Then she stepped in front of Chrissy and lifted both of her daughter’s breasts in her palms.
“You make such a lovely slave girl,” said Trudy as the breasts were bounced and squeezed.
Chrissy was mortified. Her parents had only seen her in dominant roles in the past. And until she made the deal with Richard, she had never even played at being submissive. Now she was exposed and vulnerable and was being intimately fondled by her own mother. She had no idea how to respond so she remained silent.
Trudy turned to Richard again as she continued to hold Chrissy’s precious orbs and palpate them. “I honestly had no idea. Maybe we will have to make some adjustments at home when you return her to us.”
Chrissy groaned at her mother’s comment. She glanced down and saw, to her horror, her mother’s’ fingers gliding over the swells of her breasts. She also saw how stiff her nipples were, much to her chagrin.
Frank joined his wife and admired the newest addition to the party. “She is lovely, isn’t she? I knew we had a beautiful daughter. I had no idea that we also had a beautiful slave girl.”
He reached out and traced a finger around one nipple and then the other. Then he used both hands to capture the nipples and roll them back and forth. Chrissy groaned again and closed her eyes to shut out the humiliating scene.
Frank maintained his grip on the stiff little nubbins and pulled upward, exposing the lower swells of his daughter’s luscious breasts. “She’s as well built as Cency. How much would you think we would get for her at the next auction?”
Chrissy opened her eyes wide in surprise at her father’s question. She saw Frank and Trudy smiling back at her hungrily.
“I would think she would go for a bundle,” replied Trudy. “Innocence sold for fifteen thousand that one time. I’m sure this girl would fetch something similar.”
“I agree,” added Richard. “And if you need a testimonial, I’d be happy to provide one. She’s a real delight in bed or wherever you want to fuck her.”
“Really?” replied Frank. “Hmmm. That’s interesting; very interesting.”
Chrissy felt her blood run cold at her father’s words. She could tell by the tone in his voice that he was thinking about using her sexually. She had to find a way to stop this insanity that she had gotten herself into.
“Perhaps we could have a demonstration later,” offered Trudy. “It would help us in thinking about a price to place on her.”
“Excellent idea,” blurted Frank. “We’ll test her out later.”
“In the meantime,” added Trudy, “I think we should change our entertainment for the evening. I didn’t realize that we would have two slave girls.”
“What did you have in mind?” asked Frank, curiously.
“Just wait,” said Trudy. “I’ll show you. I think you’ll like it.”
Trudy grabbed one of the other wives to assist her. Over the next ten minutes, they worked on Innocence, securing her face up on a long narrow table in the center of the room. When they were finished, her ankles were bound together with her knees spread, leaving her sex exposed and vulnerable. Her arms were stretched over her head and fastened to one of the ends of the table. She was only able to move her head when they were done.
“We’re ready for the second girl,” Trudy said when she returned to the little gathering. Frank was still playing with his daughters breasts and was gliding his fingers and thumbs from the base of each breast to the nipple as if he was milking her. Reluctantly, he removed his hands and watched wistfully as Trudy led Chrissy away.
Chrissy was lifted onto the table and was kneeling on all fours above Cency’s bound and stretched arms. Her face was directly above Cency’s’ as Trudy leaned down to give the two girls their instructions. “I want a good show, girls. If I think you aren’t giving it your all, there will be punishment.”
“Mom!” protested Chrissy in a loud whisper. “You can’t be serious!”
Chrissy was instantly rewarded for this complaint with a spank to her butt. The loud crack got everyone’s attention and all of the guests gathered at the table, circling it.
“This is my latest art creation,” announced Trudy. “I call it Sapphos Bound.” The guests applauded as they saw the two naked lovelies on the table.
“Begin, girls,” instructed Trudy.
Both girls looked at each other in disbelief. It was Innocence who reacted first. “We better do what she says. It’s going to happen one way or another.” Then she lifted her head and kissed Chrissy on the lips.
Chrissy closed her eyes at the humiliation of the situation. She intended to own Innocence. She never had any aspirations to be Cency’s slave sister. But she felt Cency’s lips against hers and eventually felt the other girl’s tongue probing between her lips.
The kiss lasted several minutes and seemed to please the gathered crowd. Guests commented on how erotic the scene was and complimented Trudy on her artistic talent.
“You’ll have to move down,” whispered Innocence when she finally broke off the kiss. “I can’t budge.”
“I don’t know if I can do this,” whimpered Chrissy in a whispered response.
Innocence lifted her head up and kissed Chrissy again. “You can do it,” she whispered. “I know you can.”
Reluctantly, Chrissy crawled forward. She intended to move her lips directly to Cency’s sex so she could bring her to orgasm and end the ordeal quickly. But she was stopped short as Innocence lifted her head and captured one of her nipples with her teeth. Chrissy groaned at the interruption and found her face directly above Cency’s breast. Against her better judgment, she lowered her head and sucked one of the prone girl’s nipples into her mouth.
Innocence felt her nipple being encircled by Chrissy’s lips and once again wondered how she had gotten into this situation. She was bound and displayed and was expected to have sex with her childhood nemesis. But she also knew that it would be better to put on a good performance. She had no idea what kind of punishment Trudy had in mind and she had no desire to find out. She pulsed Chrissy’s nipple in and out of her mouth, feeling it stiffen tightly, before moving her lips to repeat her actions on the other dangling breast.
“Just a taste,” she heard one of the wives say. And then she nearly jumped out of her skin as she felt a tongue exploring between her widespread legs.
“This one’s like a little cow,” one of the males said. Innocence looked up and watched the man’s fingers wrap around the base of Chrissy’s breast and then glide down to the nipple as if milking the firm mound.
“But a beautiful little cow,” said another woman. Innocence felt feminine fingers capture her free breast and mimic the motions of the male. “They are both so beautiful.”
The tongues kept flickering over her clit and nipple while the fingers kept milking her other breast. She felt a lubricated finger circling her asshole and gasped into Chrissy’s breast as the finger pushed its way into her bottom. She heard Chrissy gasp and assumed her bottom was being similarly violated.
Hands roamed over her vulnerable flesh, squeezing and caressing her everywhere. Chrissy started to move again and soon the younger woman’s sex was directly above her face. She saw four feminine fingers stroking in and out of Chrissy’s sex and a male finger was pumping in and out of her ass. Innocence lifted her head and started flickering her tongue over her slave sister’s clit, knowing that was what Trudy expected for this performance.
“Prime slave meat you have there, Richard,” she heard Frank say as she felt two fingers insinuating themselves into her sex.
“Yeah,” she heard her husband reply. “Both of them are, really. I’d take either one of them. And together, they make a great pair.”
Cency’s eyes opened wide in surprise at that comment. He’d take either one? What was that supposed to mean? A third finger slid into her sex and Chrissy’s tongue kept flickering over her clit. She kept flickering her own tongue over Chrissy’s and watched as the woman with her fingers in Chrissy’s sex tucked her thumb alongside the digits. She heard Chrissy groan as the woman worked her fingers and thumb in and out of the sex above her face, going deeper with each thrust until the entire hand slid into the other captive girl.
Innocence grunted as she felt the same thing happening to her. Inch by inch, the hand moved deeper into her body, stretching her sex painfully until she felt it pop completely within her. Still, she kept her tongue moving over the exposed clit as she saw the wrist before her eyes turning this way and that.
“Someone should be filming this,” commented one of the wives. “This is so hot!”
“We’ll pair them again,” she heard Trudy reply. “Maybe we’ll capture that one on film.”
Innocence gasped at the conversation. They wouldn’t dare take pictures. Would they?
Hands claimed each of the four breasts and squeezed them, occasionally pinching or tugging on the ripe nipples. Fingers stretched wide open in the pussies and probed the dark recesses of each of the girls. The two slaves continued to lap at each other’s clits as the hosts and guests availed themselves of the two vulnerable bodies.
Innocence was the first to show signs of an impending orgasm. Her belly quivered and she started moaning as she felt her orgasm approaching. It was Chrissy who climaxed first, though. Her body tensed and she moaned loudly, wrapping her lips around Cency’s clit. The vibrations of the moans and the suckling on her clit quickly pushed Innocence over the edge and both girls trembled as wave after wave of orgasm rushed through them.
“Bravo!” exclaimed one of the husbands.
“Great show!” said the woman with her hand embedded in Chrissy’s womb. Innocence watched as the woman slowly extracted her hand, seeing it coated with the juices of her slave sister. Then she gasped as she saw who the finger in Chrissy’s ass belonged to. Frank was the one toying with her bottom.
The girls were helped off of the table and stood side by side on wobbly legs. Richard reattached his leash to Chrissy’s collar and Trudy leashed Innocence.
“Do you plan to share your girl tonight, Richard?” asked Frank. Richard turned and saw Frank openly ogling Chrissy who was blushing and still breathing hard from her recent orgasm.
“You know me, Frank,” Richard replied. “I’m always willing to share my girls. Why? Do you want to try her out?”
Frank grinned. “I’m debating. It’s an attractive thought.”
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.
Chapter 28
Richard whistled as he read the note that he had just pulled out of its envelope. He was sitting behind his desk in his home office and the envelope had arrived in the day’s mail.
“What is it, Master?” asked Kaitlin who was naked and kneeling beneath his desk. Until a moment before, she had been giving Richard a blowjob and she returned her attentions back to his cock as soon as she asked the question.
“Oh, nothing important, girl,” he replied. He looked at the note again to make sure that he had read it correctly the first time. He realized that he had.
This was the eighth offer that he had received to purchase Innocence. All of the offers had been high. This one, however, was staggering. No name was given; just a phone number. He was to call it if he was interested in pursuing a possible transaction. And the price being offered was twenty million dollars!!!
Richard reached down and placed his hand on the back of Kaitlin’s head. Her warm, inviting mouth and velvet tongue had him on the verge of climaxing. But he was not ready yet. He wanted to continue having her service him as he pondered the latest offer.
It was not that he would have trouble climaxing again if he did happen to erupt in his mouth. He had discovered that owning slaves did wonders to the male libido. In his youthful prime, he could climax two or three times each day. Now that he owned Cency and had essentially claimed Kaitlin as his slaves, he rarely climaxed fewer than four times each day and sometimes as many as five or six times.
He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a stack of papers. These were the previous offers that he had received for Innocence. He compared the latest envelope and handwriting to the others but there was not a match. Each of the offers seemed to be from a different buyer.
Most of the offers were from the local area based on the phone numbers provided or the postmark on the envelope. That made sense because he had only displayed her locally. But there were three from other places. One was from Montana. Another was from England. A third one was from Nigeria. How would they even learn about his slave wife?
He took his hand away and Kaitlin started bobbing up and down on his cock again, causing him to sigh happily. He was not sure that he could ever sell Innocence but this latest offer was surely tempting. And he had discovered that his daughter made a wonderful slave girl. Could she replace Cency?
He decided to follow up on this offer. He was not sure he would sell his wife but he would at least explore the possibility. It was exceedingly lucrative. And since the offer came from someone local, perhaps an alternative deal could be struck that met everyone’s needs.
He tucked all of the letters away in his drawer and then leaned back in his chair. He saw his daughter’s lips gliding up and down his turgid shaft and her eyes were gazing up at him. Yes, he could survive with Kaitlin as his only slave, he decided. He would very much like to keep Innocence too, but he could survive with just Katy. His cock erupted, spewing his seed into his daughter’s mouth. He saw her cheeks puff out and then in and watched her swallowing his hot sperm.
Kaitlin kept his cock in her mouth, bathing it as he softened. Eventually he sent her away so he could get back to the letter. Innocence was at school working with Susan even though it was winter break. The work of a doctoral student was never done.
He pulled the most recent letter out of the drawer again. It invited him to reply by phone or email. He decided to do both but he could not use his normal email address. He created a new one and then called. He received voicemail.
“I am calling about your offer,” he spoke into the phone. “It has interesting possibilities. Let me know when we can meet to discuss the merchandise.” Then he left his phone number and new email address. He followed that up with an email that said essentially the same thing.
An hour later, he received a reply email giving him instructions about where and when to meet. The tone of the email seemed odd to Richard, however. “I am honored that you have agreed to meet with me to discuss this transaction. There is no need to bring the merchandise with you, however. I am already familiar with what I am buying.”
That comment also narrowed down the list of suspects although not a great deal. It was obviously someone who knew Innocence. But given the number of people he had loaned her to in the past six months, there were still plenty of potentials. He would find out soon enough at the upcoming meeting.
He did find out when he arrived at the bar at the appointed time. And he was surprised at who the would-be buyer was.
“Good evening, Dr. Blackwell. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.”
“Good evening, Mark,” replied Richard. “Your offer intrigued me. I had to learn more.”
Mark nodded. “I was hoping that the amount would be sufficient to start a dialog. I am not sure what the market price for slaves is so I had to guess. I am certain that I did not overvalue your girl, though. She is worth at least the sum that I offered.
“The value of merchandise is whatever a buyer and seller agree upon,” commented Richard. “But I am surprised that the offer came from you.”
“I am quite capable of paying the twenty million, Dr. Blackwell, if that is what you mean.”
“No,” replied Richard. “That is not what I meant. I meant that you have only recently met my girl and can’t possibly know her well enough to want to buy her. Plus, she is four years older than you. I would have thought you would find my other girl more to your liking.”
Mark nodded in understanding. “If by your other girl you mean Katy, I could consider it. She is another valuable piece of property. I was not aware that you had claimed ownership of her, though.”
“What makes you think I have ownership of either one of them?” Richard asked. “Slavery is illegal.”
“With Innocence, it was quite clear that you were her owner that night I came for the two girls,” responded Mark. “It was less clear about Katy. She likes to play at the slavery game and I assumed she was just playing again. They are both priceless treasures, though. I would be happy to take them both off your hands if you would prefer.”
This boy certainly did not lack confidence, thought Richard. Most people his age would be flustered over a conversation like this. Mark seemed very self-assured, though.
“What about the age difference?” asked Richard.
“It is of no importance to me,” said Mark in response. “As I mentioned, Innocence is a priceless treasure. She is exquisite. Plus, she is just now moving into her sexual prime.”
“I hope that you will not be offended by this, Dr. Blackwell,” Mark continued. “But she felt positively heavenly wrapped around my cock that night. I had intended to share both girls with the others but I ended up keeping Innocence in a white collar. I’m surprised that you loan her to others the way you do.”
“White collar?” asked Richard with a puzzled look on his face.
“Yes,” nodded Mark. “A white collar indicates private stock; look but don’t touch. Red signifies that the slave is available to use sexually. Black collar slaves can be fucked and punished.”
“I see,” nodded Richard. “What color was Katy that night?”
“Red,” replied Mark. “Why do you loan out Innocence?”
“I do it because I can and because I wish to,” he responded. “Initially, it was part of her conditioning. I suppose it still is for conditioning to some degree. It keeps her aware of her status.”
“Plus, I have two girls now,” Richard continued. “If I loan out one, I still have the other to service my needs. The other night when you took both to the party was the first time I loaned them both out at the same time.”
“I see,” said Mark. “If you don’t mind my asking, how did your needs get handled that night?”
“I have a third girl,” said Richard. “I don’t own her but she is available to me whenever I wish.”
“You have a very rich life, Dr. Blackwell. Now back to my offer. Would you be willing to sell Innocence to me? Or Innocence and Katy?”
Chapter 29
“I have good news, girls,” Richard announced. Innocence and Kaitlin were naked and kneeling before him.
He had thought long and hard after his meeting with Mark. After two subsequent meetings with the wealthy boy, they came to an agreement that they both thought was satisfactory. They even memorialized the agreement in a contract although they both recognized that it was not a document that could be enforced in a court of law. They drafted it primarily so that the expectations were clear to both parties.
Mark would have “ownership rights” to both girls for ninety days each year. He could claim both girls at the same time or he could claim them individually. He could claim a girl for ninety consecutive days or he could spread his ownership days out over the year. He could not, however, utilize all of his days on weekends. At least half of each girl’s weekends had to be left free.
The partial ownership of Innocence consisted of lifetime rights. For the rest of her life, Mark would have a claim of ninety days per year. His rights over Kaitlin were also lifetime, or until she married. Mark would have to negotiate with Kaitlin’s husband if he was to continue having rights over her.
Richard insisted that no modifications be allowed on either girl. Mark was fine with that clause. Both girls were already perfect in his mind. He did ask that he have the right to a small tattoo as his mark of ownership on each girl if he chose to do that at some point in the future. Richard conceded that was fine as long as the tattoo was no larger than a quarter inch square and was placed in a designated spot. They agreed on four acceptable locations: on the lower swell of either breast near the base of the breast, on the back of the girl’s neck near the hairline, or on the perineum between her asshole and pussy.
Mark also wanted the ability to install rings in the girls if he chose to in the future. After negotiating this point for quite some time and increasing his offer from three million to five million, they agreed that one ring per girl was acceptable. Either nipple could be pierced or the clit hood could receive a ring.
In exchange for these rights, Mark agreed to pay five million dollars per girl. This money would be placed into an irrevocable trust for each girl to be used as the girl deemed fit. Both males were quite pleased with the bargain that they had struck.
“You both have trust funds now,” Richard went on as he gazed down at the two lovelies at his feet. “And each trust fund contains five million dollars.”
“Oooooo!!!!” squealed Kaitlin in delight.
Uh oh, thought Innocence. She knew that there must be a catch. Richard did not have that kind of money.
“That’s wonderful, Master,” Innocence replied. “How did you do that?”
“I sold you,” he replied. Both girls gasped in unison. “Well, I didn’t exactly sell you. I sold an interest in each of you. Mark now has twenty five percent ownership in each of you.”
“But Daddy!” complained Kaitlin. “He’s my friend. How could you do that?”
“Because I own you and I can,” replied Richard. “And he made me a very good offer.”
“How long does his ownership last?” asked Innocence.
“He has lifetime rights, sweetheart,” was Richard’s response.
Cency’s heart sank. Just when she thought that nothing could sink her lower, there always seemed to be a new surprise in store for her. It was one thing to be sold for a day or a week. It was humiliating and she didn’t like it. But she had adjusted to it. But this was entirely different. This was forever. A quarter of her future had just been given away.
“Oh,” was all that she said in response.
Richard wasn’t completely sure how his girls would react to the news. As he continued to gaze down at his two slaves, their reactions were clear. Kaitlin was clearly angry. He wasn’t sure why, though. She loved her slavery games. And she had adapted to being his slave very nicely.
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. “Come girl,” he said as he continued to look at Kaitlin. He saw her drop her hands to the floor and then reluctantly, but obediently, crawl closer to him. He watched as she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his semi-hard cock. Her mouth was delightful and he saw his cock stiffening quickly as a result of her ministrations.
Innocence reacted quite differently. She was obviously humiliated by the new arrangement. Her face was crimson with shame and her blush extended down to her chest. Her eyes were lowered submissively and she looked beautiful to him.
“When does it start, Master?” asked Innocence with her eyes still cast down.
“Mark will be here within the hour, Cency,” Richard replied as he felt Kaitlin’s lips gliding up and down his shaft. “He’ll be taking you to his family’s lake house for the next week. Then he’ll pick up Katy for a week when he returns you.”
“Yes, Master,” Innocence said softly. “I should go prepare.”
“Pack light,” he smiled at her. “I have a feeling you won’t be needing much.”
The End
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