The Price of Innocence

by captv8td

captv8td1@hotmail.com

Chapter 1

She stretched herself under the bed covers and then curled up, hugging a fluffy pillow to her body as the morning sun streamed through the window.  She sighed happily and smiled.  Life was good.  She couldn’t imagine being any happier.

It had been a month since she was married and she felt very fulfilled.  At twenty two, Innocence was living life beyond any of her dreams.  Everything was perfect.

Her husband, Richard, was twice her age at forty five.  But she was not a gold digger.  Richard was well off but not wealthy by any stretch of the imagination.  And she was sure that he did not view her as a trophy wife.  Their relationship might not have been normal by most standards of marriage, but it was firmly grounded in love.

The romance caught them both by surprise.  He was a professor at the university where she was a student.  For the last two years, she had been his teaching assistant, helping to grade papers and occasionally assisting him in the classroom.

His wife had died three years earlier, leaving him broken-hearted.  But he had a daughter to raise so he couldn’t allow himself to wallow in self pity.  Plus he had responsibilities at the university.

Neither of them was looking for a mate at the time.  They worked together well and, for the first year, maintained a purely professional relationship.  For that year, her duties consisted of grading tests and papers and proofreading the many articles that he submitted to journals.  Innocence was amazed at how brilliant he was.

In their second year of working together, he asked her to help out in the classroom.  He was a psychology professor and he needed a model for his “Deviant Sexual Behaviors” class.  She immediately jumped at the opportunity.  She wanted to become a professor someday too and she thought that this would be good experience for her.  It wasn’t until she got back to the dorm later that day that she wondered about her decision.  What does a model in that kind of class have to do?  She found out soon enough.

“Between consenting adults,” Richard started the first class of the semester, “there is no such thing as deviance.  It only becomes deviant behavior when people who have not consented, or who are not able to legally consent such as minors, are exposed to it.  This class will expose you to new, and sometimes shocking, experiences.  You are all free to transfer to another course if you believe that your sensibilities will be offended.  If you decide to stay, you must sign the consent forms and turn them in at the end of class.”  Innocence collected them as the students filed out at the end of the fifty minutes.

“For the next two weeks,” he started the next lecture, “we will be exploring bondage.  This is probably the most widespread of kinky behaviors, although even most participants in it will deny it because of societal norms.  Notice that I used the word kinky instead of deviant.  Remember that it is only deviant if there is a lack of consent.”

“Throughout this semester, my TA will be helping with the demonstrations.  Cency, will you come up here?”

Cency was the only nickname that Innocence tolerated.  Many people had tried to dub her Inny only to be met with a wilting glare.  She was not a bellybutton, she told them caustically.  If you wanted to talk to her, you would use either Innocence or Cency.

Innocence went to the front of the room and stood beside the professor.  “Let’s have a round of applause for my lovely assistant.”  Innocence blushed at the attention as the students clapped.  There were even a few wolf whistles.

Innocence was indeed lovely.  She was five feet four inches with blonde hair that hung to the middle of her back.  When she was on campus, she always wore it in a ponytail.  Her face was gorgeous and she was frequently offered modeling jobs.  Her chest was thirty six inches with generous C cup breasts.  She had a twenty two inch waist and thirty five inch hips.  Many people thought her legs were her best feature although they were covered today by the slacks she was wearing.  Actually, there was a raging debate among people who knew her about what her best features were.  Some chose legs.  Others selected her face.  Her ass was a popular choice.  And a large percentage thought her breasts defined the feminine ideal.

“We’ll start light,” Richard continued.  “I will put Cency in a relatively simple bondage.  Then she will circulate around the room to allow everyone to get a closer look.  For the rest of the class, you are to write an essay on what you think it is that fascinates people with bondage.”

He moved behind Innocence and gathered her wrists together.  Then with two loud clicks, he locked the cuffs on her.  “You know what to do, Cency.”

“Yes, Dr. Blackwell,” she replied.

Innocence spent the rest of the period slowly walking up one row of desks and down the next.  She paused frequently to allow the students to view her wrists more clearly.

For some reason that she did not understand, she felt little thrills rushing through her body.  She felt tingly all over and could tell that her panties were becoming damp with arousal.  That’s odd, she thought.  Why would I react that way?  Then she blushed furiously as she glanced down and saw that her nipples had stiffened and were now visibly poking her polo shirt outward.  She would have to select her wardrobe more carefully in the future.

That evening, she graded the papers.  Actually, it was up to the professor to assign grades but she helped.  They had worked out a system in their prior year.  She would circle any spelling or grammar errors and anything that was factually incorrect.  Then she would write notes and a recommendation for the grade on a sticky note which she would attach to the paper.  Most of the time, the professor would just assign the grade that she had proposed.

She started grading them in the professor’s office where he had assigned a desk to her.  But as she started reading this batch, she started getting overheated by what she read.  She knew that her arousal would eventually become evident and that was too embarrassing to even think about.  So she excused herself and took the papers back to the dorm.

The things that people wrote were amazing.  One talked about the fantasy of slavery.  Another talked about helplessness.  Several talked about control over another person.  Several of the essays were even about her.  “Beautiful blondes should always be bound.  It enhances their natural beauty.”

One person even talked about her nipples.  “Bondage is a game that can be enjoyed by both parties.  The dominant partner is aroused by placing the other in helpless or confining situations.  The submissive partner is aroused by being controlled or restrained.  It was obvious by Innocence’s nipples today that she is a natural submissive.”

Despite the embarrassment that she felt as she read the essays, Innocence became very aroused.  Her hand was shaking as she scribbled her notes on the sticky little note cards.  She finally had to set the papers aside and masturbate to calm her nerves.  She was surprised at how powerful her orgasm was.  Finally she finished the stack and, when she looked back through them, she realized that she had given everyone an A.

In the next class, the demonstration was brief.  And thankfully, there was no essay to grade coming out of that class.  Her bondage consisted of heavy steel shackles that circled her wrists and ankles.  Her ankles were connected together with a heavy iron chain.  Around her neck was a heavy steel collar and her wrist shackles were connected to that.  Then the professor continued the lecture by talking about the symbolism and practical aspects of collars.  Innocence remained shackled and collared as she stood beside the lectern through out the rest of the class.

“Yes, you might compare it to jewelry,” said Professor Blackwell at the next class in response to a student’s observation.  In this class, Richard was demonstrating bondage techniques that did nothing to restrain or limit a person.  He had instructed Innocence to wear shorts and he had started by applying a wide metal band around her upper thigh.  It did not hobble her or restrict her in any way.  In fact, it served no apparent purpose at all.  But several of the students commented on how erotic it looked on her.  One had even said that this form of bondage was almost like jewelry in that it could accent a body part and draw attention to it.

Cency had also been instructed to wear a polo shirt with no bra.  She complied but she was skeptical and a bit concerned.  She knew that her nipples were likely to start acting as if they had minds of their own again.  Richard’s next actions revealed why he wanted her braless.

“Let’s explore another form of bondage as art,” he said to the class.  “Cency, please hold your arms out to your sides.”

Again, Innocence complied and then watched in horror as the professor started wrapping rope across her chest.  A cord went above her breasts.  Another one went below.  Rope crisscrossed between her breasts and pulled the two cords together.  He kept wrapping her, occasionally brushing against her generous swells with the backs of his fingertips.  Again, she was mortified at the way her nipples were betraying her.  They were like little bullets beneath her shirt, poking outward and tenting the material.

In the end, her breasts were trapped in a latticework of rope, bulging outward.  “Does she look at all restrained?” the professor asked the class.  Nobody answered vocally but many heads were shaking.  And all eyes seemed to be focused on her bountiful and trapped breasts.

“Exactly,” the professor said.  “This type of bondage is purely for aesthetic purposes.  It is simply an intimate way for a dominant to amuse himself with a submissive.”

“We’ll have one more demonstration and then you will write your next essay.  I want you to comment on each of the three decorative bindings and to come up with a fourth.  I want you to be as descriptive as possible.  I want to know what it is, how it is done, and what the aesthetic benefits are.”

The last demonstration was even more horrifying and humiliating that the one that preceded it.  Again, her breasts were the subject of the bondage and again rope was used.  But this time, the rope was wound around the base of each breast in a way that squeezed them and compressed them at the base.  Richard was no longer merely brushing against her breasts at this point.  In order to get the rope in the right places, he was actually grasping them and tugging this way and that.  Innocence was blushing furiously at this point.

“This would be so much more effective without the shirt,” he whispered to her.  She looked at him with wild-eyed terror at his words.  “Don’t worry.  You won’t be displayed yet.”

This bondage actually got applause from the class.  Even the girls were clapping.  Innocence looked down and thought she would die of embarrassment at what she saw.  Her breasts looked like two large grapefruits that had been glued to her chest.  And her nipples were desperately trying to escape from her shirt.  That night, she had to masturbate twice as she read and graded the papers.

“This will be our last class on bondage,” the professor said to the class a week later.  “You will have a test on Thursday.  And then next week we’ll start on the history of sexual deviance.  We’ll explore the Greeks and Romans and up to the period of the Inquisition.  Cency will be rejoining us after the history lessons.  But for now, we have one last form of bondage to investigate.  Today, we’ll add a bit of discomfort.  We’ll start with the single sleeve which is frequently referred to as an arm binder.  And again, my lovely assistant will help with the demonstration.

Richard held up what looked like a long leather tube with straps dangling from it.  He positioned Cency so that everyone would be able to observe him as he worked the sleeve onto her.

Innocence had worn a bulky sweater today, not because it was cold but because she wanted to keep her nipples from exposing her reactions to the bondage.  The sweater should keep them hidden even if they did misbehave again.  Richard struggled with the bondage gear for several minutes but the sweater kept bunching up and impeding his progress.  Finally he stopped.

“You’ll need to take off your sweater, Cency,” he said matter of factly.

Innocence gasped.  “What?!?!?!?”

“Relax,” he said.  “You have a bra on, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” she replied.

“Then it will be just like wearing a bikini.  In fact, it will be more modest than most bikinis.”  Then he waited for her to remove her sweater.

She pleaded with her eyes but it was clear that he expected her to take off the sweater.  He did not look cross or impatient.  In fact, if anything, he gave her a look of encouragement.  Eventually she nodded in resignation and reached down, lifting the hem of the bulky sweater and pulling it over her head.

Once again, the class broke into applause as flesh was exposed.  Her bra was pink with a touch of lace at the top but it was not sexy in her mind.  It was just a utilitarian garment.  And the professor was right, she realized.  Her bikinis were much more revealing.  But despite that realization, she was blushing furiously.  She was not used to exposing any parts of herself unless she was on a beach or modeling for someone.

Richard went back to work.  The leather sleeve slid up her slender arms easily this time.  Straps fit over her shoulders and he buckled them together.  Then he started tightening the laces by beginning at the bottom.

Her hands were encased in what could only be described as a single mitten.  She felt him tightening the laces and the sleeve became more and more snug.  He worked his way up her forearms and she felt her elbows being forced closer and closer together.  He tugged hard on the laces as he worked at her elbows and she felt them touch.  She groaned as this pulled her shoulders back, placing strain on them.  He continued his way until he got to the top but the additional lacing did not seem to increase the strain much.

He eventually finished his work and slowly turned her so that all of the class could see his handiwork.  “How does it feel, Cency?”

“Uncomfortable,” she replied.  “It feels like my shoulders are being bent in two.”  She also felt that her panties were damp and wondered how that happened.  She truly did not understand why her body reacted the way it was reacting.

“It does great things to her chest, though,” called out one of the boys.  Several of the girls giggled and nodded in agreement.

Innocence looked down and gasped at what she saw.  Her breasts were thrust outward almost as an offering.  She was all breast, she thought.  And those damnable nipples were prominently tenting out her bra.  She shuddered as her orgasm struck her and overwhelmed her.  She closed her eyes and groaned at the humiliation she felt.  She wished that the earth would swallow her up.

Chapter 2

Innocence stretched her body in bed again.  She was in no hurry to get up.  Richard had already left for work and there was nothing that needed her immediate attention.  She kicked off the sheet and then stretched her limbs to the four corners of the bed, leaving her unbound but in a spread eagle position and naked.

The public orgasm in class that day had indeed been humiliating.  She remembered wishing she would die on the spot.  But it had also been the beginning of a wonderful relationship.

“I’m so sorry, Professor,” she blurted once they got back to his office after the class was finished.  “I didn’t try to do that.  It just happened.  I’m so embarrassed.”  She hung her head in shame.

Richard stepped up to her and lifted her chin with his finger.  Then he reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders.  “Why are you embarrassed, little one?  That was a precious gift that you gave to me.  It is something that I will always treasure.”

Her eyes were brimming with tears and she sniffled once.  He leaned forward and kissed her forehead.  “You were simply beautiful.”

She leaned forward and buried her face in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably.  He wrapped his arms around her, holding and comforting her until the sobbing died away and the tears dried up.  He caressed her back softly until she was ready to go on.

“As I said, Cency,” he said after she had composed herself.  “There is nothing to be ashamed of.  You are a priceless treasure.  You have the soul of a slave girl.  I have never met anyone who is so responsive.”

“I’m not sure that’s such a good thing, Professor,” she replied.  “I never aspired to be a slave.”

“A submissive, then,” he corrected himself.  “There’s nothing wrong with gaining pleasure by giving someone else control.”

She tilted her head back and looked up at him.  Her eyes were clear now.  “Really?”

“Really,” he assured her.  “It’s perfectly natural.  You have a rare gift but it’s purely natural.  You can call yourself a submissive or a bottom or a slave.  The names do not matter.  But as I said, you have the soul of a slave girl.”

This time, when he spoke the words, he reached out and placed his hand on her left breast and held it there.  He did not caress or squeeze.  He just pressed lightly.  “Today in class, it was your slave heart reacting.”

Innocence stiffened slightly at the touch.  It was not that it was unwelcome.  In fact, it sent another thrill through her body.  But it was surprising.  She resisted the urge to look down and see how her nipples were responding.  She could already feel them stiffening and figured they were displaying themselves in spite of the bulky sweater that she wore.

He saw her reaction but did not move his hand.  One reason was that he liked what he felt.  Innocence did not have huge breasts but they were ample and even looked generous on her slender frame.  He enjoyed them even more the time that he felt them when she was braless in class but even through the bra and heavy sweater, they felt divine.  The other reason that he left his hand there was to exert his control.

He was confident that she was naturally submissive.  He was naturally dominant.  He would move slowly but he intended to help her explore this newfound side of her personality.  At least he hoped to.

“My slave heart,” she whispered.  She made no move to back away or to reach up and remove his hand.  Instead, she lifted her eyes to his.  He smiled back at her.

“Yes, little one,” he nodded, “your slave heart.”  Then he sent her on her way.  Her head was spinning as she walked back to the dorm.  She was so confused.

She did not have a role in the next few classes but she attended them anyways.  She thought that she should be exposed to everything that the students were if she was going to properly grade papers and exams.

She had no idea that the Greeks were as kinky as they were.  The next class was dedicated to Greek deviant sexual behavior and she found herself blushing at the descriptions and at the images taken from friezes and pieces of pottery.

But the Greeks turned out to be amateurs compared to the Romans.  The early Italians were purely decadent, bordering on perverted.  The professor’s lecture was drawn from Roman literature and handwritten accounts and again was illustrated with images from the period.  She was especially amazed by the accounts of the orgy barges; floating palaces where every indulgence was allowed and no taboo went unexplored.

The lecture on the Inquisition described the darker side of sexual deviance and the professor again had images.  For this period, he also had artifacts displayed in the classroom.  An iron maiden stood beside the lectern and showed how a woman could be encased in the metal frame and tortured.  Something called a pear was held up and described.  When he turned the crank on one end of it, it would expand and he described how it would be put in a woman’s vagina and could be expanded until it eventually ruptured her.  Innocence shuddered at the thought of the brutality of that period.

“There are some modern day versions of some of the Inquisition’s developments,” he told the class.  “Today’s versions are not nearly as cruel and they are not intended to do damage but they are still used for some kinky play.”

“An example is this beauty,” he said as he held up what looked like a pair of pliers.  “These were fastened onto a woman’s nipples and tightened.  It was an easy way to gain a confession.  Today’s versions are much smaller and much less damaging.  But we will explore nipple clamps at another class.”

Throughout the two weeks of the history lessons, Cency’s head continued to spin.  She kept wondering if she truly did have a slave heart and what that meant about her.  She found that she was almost constantly aroused and she tried to understand that.  And she wondered what she should do about all of this.

Chapter 3

“Professor,” she started on day in his office.  “I’m truly confused.  You said that I have a slave heart.  But I don’t know what to do about it.  I don’t even know if it’s a good thing.”

Richard smiled at his beautiful assistant.  “It’s a very good thing, Cency.  At least it is if you explore it with someone you trust.  And once you find that person, you don’t have to do anything about it.  You simply surrender yourself to your slave heart.”

“Oh,” she said, nodding as if she understood, which she most certainly did not.

“You will find someone,” he added.  “And then you can learn more about yourself as you explore your feelings.”

“Oh,” she repeated.

“Cency, we are moving back into the practical demonstrations in class tomorrow.  You will be my model again.”  He paused, waiting to see her response.  He expected to see her tense and maybe even blush.  But instead, she just nodded.

“Yes, Professor.  What are we getting into next?”

“Modern day applications of the techniques of the Inquisition,” he replied.  “Some of their tools and innovations are utilized even today, although in a much tamer form.  I want to demonstrate some of them using you as the subject.”

“Yes, Professor,” she nodded.  “What should I wear?”

“Nothing,” he said.

She blinked at his response.  “Do you mean nothing in particular?”

“No,” he laughed.  “I mean nothing.  You will be nude for the next class.”

Innocence gasped at his words.  The blush that he had expected earlier finally arrived and her face turned crimson.  “Oh, are you sure you need that?  I’m not sure I can do that.  Oh, my!”

“It’s the only way, Cency,” he said.  “And I know you can do it.  You told me once that you have posed nude for some of the art classes.  Besides, it will be another way to explore your slave heart.”

“My slave heart,” she whispered.

“I should warn you,” Richard addressed the class the next day.  “There will be nudity associated with this lesson.  If you think that you will be offended, you may leave now.  Class notes will be posted on the website later this afternoon as well as an audio recording of the lecture.”  Not a single student moved toward the door.

“Very well,” he said.  “Let us begin.  But I must caution you to show respect and to not make our subject uncomfortable.  Otherwise, I will invite the offending parties to leave the classroom.”

He turned toward the door in the front of the classroom and opened it.  He disappeared momentarily into the office where Innocence was waiting.  He smiled appreciatively as he saw her naked for the first time.  She was remarkable and the vision of her almost took his breath away.

“Good girl,” he said to try to reassure her.  “You are beautiful.  Come, let’s begin.”

He took her by the elbow and led her forward.  She had leather cuffs around each of her wrists and ankles and she had locked her wrists together behind her back as he had instructed her to.

There was a collective and audible inhaling of breaths as he led her into the classroom.  Her long hair, which was usually in a ponytail, was free and had been combed out until it was lustrous.  It flowed down her back and her chest, partially concealing her full breasts.  She wished she could have let it flow over her face too so that she had a place to hide.  But her face was uncovered and it glowed bright red from her blushing.

“I’m sure you remember the clamps of the Inquisition,” he told the class after he positioned Innocence next to his podium.  She had hoped to be placed somewhere less prominent but she found herself front and center in the classroom.  And whenever she glanced up, she saw that every eye in the class was directed at her and some of the students had very hungry looks on their faces.

He held up two small items.  “These are an example of modern day versions of the cruel implements that I showed you last week.”

Innocence glanced to the side to see what he had in his hands and breathed a sigh of relief.  They looked like rubber tipped tweezers and did not look menacing at all.  They weren’t nearly as threatening as the things she saw in the previous classes.

Richard stepped away from the lectern and turned Innocence slightly so that she was at a forty five degree angle to the class.  Everyone would be able to see the professor’s demonstration.  He positioned himself so he would not block anyone’s view and then he continued.

“It’s usually good to stiffen the submissive’s nipples before applying the clamps.  As I’m sure you can see, Cency’s are already quite hard already but I will demonstrate the technique anyway.

Innocence glanced down at her chest and groaned as she confirmed that her nipples were already like stiff pebbles on her breasts.  Her blush deepened.

Richard lifted her left breast in his hand, holding it in his palm lovingly.  Then with his other hand, he gripped the nipple and rolled it back and forth.  He flicked it with a finger a couple of times and then gripped it again, stroking it and stretching it.  Cency closed her eyes and moaned as the actions sent unwanted thrills through her body.

When he was satisfied with the results, Richard held the first clamp to the nipple and placed one rubber tip on each side of it.  Then he slid the metal ring around the two prongs upward, which tightened the grip on the captured bud.  Innocence gasped as she felt the clamp tightening and flattening her sensitive little nubbin.

“I am only going to slide this tightening ring halfway,” announced Richard.  “It will secure it in place without causing too much pain.”  Then he repeated the actions with the other nipple and, before long, Innocence was sporting two clamps on her overly sensitive nipples.

“These can be used for decoration or for punishment, depending on how much they are tightened.  They can also be used for leading a submissive around.  Nipple clamps can be used on males also.”  Innocence glanced up and saw several of the male students blushing.

Eventually, Richard removed the clamps, much to Cency’s relief.  But then he surprised her by holding up two more objects.

“These are another example of how an innovation from the Inquisition has evolved into a recreational implement of today.  Let me demonstrate these for you.”

“May one of us try to apply them, Professor?” a voice from the class called out.  Innocence cringed.

“Of course,” replied Richard.  “Would you like to put them on her, Becky?”

“Yes please,” said the same voice as earlier.  Innocence looked up and saw Becky getting up from her seat and approaching the front of the class.  Richard gave her the new clamps, with a warning not to make them too tight.

Becky stood where Richard had stood earlier and leaned close to whisper to Innocence.  “You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Innocence whispered back as her blush returned.

“May I demonstrate another way of getting the nipples stiff, Professor?” Becky asked Richard.  “At least it always works with me.”

“Sure,” Richard responded.  “There are actually a lot of ways to do it.  Show the class a second approach.”

Becky was much taller than Innocence and stood nearly six feet tall with long red hair that she currently had tied in a ponytail.  Innocence watched in horror as the tall student bent at the waist and saw the red mane going lower and lower.  Her eyes flew open wide as she looked down and saw Becky’s lips parting and then saw her nipple disappearing into the student’s mouth.  She groaned as she felt her nipple being pulsed in and out several times before teeth started gnawing lightly on her tender bud.

Becky pulled her head back and stretched the teaching assistant’s breast away from her chest.  Eventually, the nipple slipped free with an audible pop and Becky quickly fastened the clamp to it.  She turned the screw on it until Innocence yelped from the pain.

Becky’s mouth moved to the second breast and Innocence once again felt unwanted thrills rushing through her body.  She felt her pussy clench with arousal from the attention she was receiving and couldn’t believe that she could become aroused from the intimate touch of another woman.  She had never done that before and had never even considered doing it.

Again, Becky pulled back and elongated the breast until the nipple popped free.  As Becky was tightening the second clamp, Innocence yelped and then immediately let out a long low groan as her body tensed.  Becky understood what was happening and wrapped her arms around Innocence, holding her as wave after wave of orgasm crashed over the teaching assistant.

“You will recall the rack from the days of the Inquisition,” the professor started the lecture again.  Innocence was still being supported by Becky who was openly groping the delectable feminine curves of the blonde beauty.  Innocence barely heard the lecture resuming as she slumped against the student.

“No modifications have been made to this instrument in the hundreds of years since it was first introduced.  But today, it is not used to the extremes that were trademarks of the Inquisitors.  May I have two volunteers to help our teaching assistant onto the rack?”

Instantly, two of the male students stood and stepped forward.  One stood on each side of Innocence and grasped her upper arms, relieving Becky of her charge, much to her chagrin.  They led Innocence to the wooden device and then one grasped her under the armpits while the other gripped her ankles.  They lifted her and gently placed her onto the bench-like piece of furniture.

Richard moved to the rack and unlocked Cency’s wrists before moving around the device and securing her wrists and ankles to the chains.  “Now, may I have another volunteer to operate the machine?”

Immediately, Becky raised her hand as did everyone else in the class.

“Becky, I think we should let someone else get some experience too,” said Richard.  “Paul, why don’t you operate the crank?  The rest of you should gather around so you can see better.”

There was a flurry of activity in the classroom as all of the students moved to the rack.  They jostled for position to get the best view and then settled down as Paul started to turn the crank.

At first, the cranking just took the slack out of the chains and nothing much happened.  After the slack was removed, however, Cency’s arms and legs tightened as they were stretched.  Paul kept cranking and Innocence began to feel the strain on her limbs.  The student continued to turn the wheel and soon Innocence was moaning.

“That’s enough for now, Paul,” said Richard.  “Note how our subject is totally immobilized.  In a sense, this is just another form of bondage.  But this also has a certain aesthetic appeal.”

Richard ran his palm along one of Cency’s outstretched arms.  “Note how stretched she is and how her musculature is clearly visible.”

Then he ran his hand up her leg, pausing as he got to the top of her thigh.  “This is one of my favorite forms of bondage.  The Inquisitors were brilliant in their deviance.  Their invention still survives today and has the potential to bring great pleasure and entertainment to lifestyle enthusiasts.”

He ran his fingers between her thighs and stroked them along her labia, finding them already well lubricated with her arousal.  Innocence gasped as she felt herself being touched so intimately.

“This bondage also allows for coupling,” he told the class.  Then he held up his wet fingers for the class to see.  “And as you can see, Innocence has responded nicely.  She is quite ready for intercourse.”

Innocence groaned as she heard the professor’s words and then felt her face turn crimson as she saw his glistening fingers.  She prayed for the class to end soon but she knew that she still had a long ordeal ahead of her.

“But there will be no coupling as part of this class,” Richard continued.  This was meant with groans and moaning from many of the males and several of the females.

“Becky,” Richard continued, “would you be so kind as to remove your clamps?  Then we’ll get on with the demonstration.”

“Sure, Professor,” said Becky.  She leaned down and quickly unfastened the clamp on Cency’s left breast.  Then, much to Cency’s surprise and chagrin, Becky sucked the abused little nubbin into her mouth and pulsed it in and out, sending more unwanted thrills through Cency’s body.  Becky moved to the other side of the rack and repeated her actions but suckled longer on the right nipple.  Innocence closed her eyes in shame as she felt her climax approaching and then groaned as it erupted within her.  This can’t be happening to me, she thought.

“Ooooo!” squealed Becky with delight as she saw the beautiful teaching assistant’s body tense and then tremble in orgasm.  “I’m good at that!”

Richard chuckled.  “Yes, you seem to be very good at that.  Now, we have one more demonstration and then we’ll talk about your homework assignment.  Do you remember the spiked wheel?”

Heads nodded around the room in confirmation.  Innocence’s eyes flew open wide at the question.  Even through her orgasmic haze, she had heard the words of the professor and was aghast.  She too remembered the spiked wheel and wanted no part of it.  It was designed to perforate the flesh and cause the victims to die a slow and painful death as their blood oozed out of their tortured bodies.

“Well, meet the modern version,” he said as he held up a small device.  It looked like a tiny metal pinwheel with a handle.  Innocence breathed a small sigh of relief when she saw it.  It still looked like it could be painful but it was not nearly as menacing as what the Inquisitors had used.

Richard held the device to Cency’s arm and pushed it, letting the pinwheel with its spikes roll across her flesh.  She felt the little pin pricks against her skin and felt gooseflesh forming down her arm.

He moved it to her right breast and let the wheel roll around the base of the generous mound.  “It has the ability to be cruel but is usually just used to sensitize the flesh.  What do you feel, Cency?”

“I feel it, Professor,” said Innocence as she watched the little spikes move across her flesh, as she tried to be as scientific and precise in her response as she could be.  “It definitely feels sharp.  But it kind of tickles too.”

Richard nodded.  “And it can be used anywhere on the body.”  To illustrate his point, he shifted the device to the bound girl’s sex.  He let the pinwheel roll up and down each labia and then rolled it repeatedly across Cency’s clit.  Innocence shuddered again and then groaned as another orgasm shook her body.

She was left panting on the rack as the students returned to their seats.  She felt so embarrassed.  Not only was she naked in front of her fellow students but she had climaxed three times.  And two of her orgasms had come at the hands of another female!  She was mortified.

“Your assignment is to find five more modern day versions of the instruments of the Inquisition.  Provide a full description of each.  Illustrations are allowed.  And be sure that you know what you are talking about because you may be asked to demonstrate one in a future class.

Chapter 4

Innocence continued to daydream as she lounged in the bed, feeling the sunlight warming her body.  She kept her limbs outstretched in the spread eagle position as she remembered the events of the past year.

After the students left the classroom on the day she was naked, Richard returned to the rack but he did not immediately release Innocence.  Instead, he placed a hand on one of her breasts and gently squeezed it.  “That was beautiful.”

“Oh, Professor,” she blurted.  “It happened again.  I’m so sorry.”

He continued to palpate her breast and he noticed that she did not tense or resist or complain.  He slid his fingers over the amazingly firm mound until he captured her nipple, squeezing it and twisting it lightly.  “I don’t know why you keep apologizing.  It truly was beautiful.  And you truly are a treasure.  It’s your slave heart that enhances your beauty.”

Innocence groaned and closed her eyes, shaking her head back and forth.  “I can’t believe I let that happen.  It was so embarrassing.”

At this point, the nipple was as stiff as a pebble and he was letting it slide through his fingers as he lifted.  He admired how the fleshy orb elongated into a cone as he stretched upward.  Then he would release the nipple and let the breast fall back into shape before repeating his actions.

“You need to come to terms with your slave heart,” he finally said.  He could toy with her breasts all day but he had a meeting to attend.  “I will leave you like this for the time being.  I will be back in an hour to release you.  We can talk more then.”

Innocence gasped.  “Professor, you can’t!  What if someone walks in and finds me?”

“I’ll lock the door and put a sign on it.”  Then he leaned down and kissed each of the stiff nipples, enjoying the feel of them against his lips, before kissing her forehead.  This girl offered so many possibilities.  The more exposed he was to Innocence, the more he wanted to possess her.  He would explore every avenue until he figured out a way to make her his own little slave girl.

She groaned again as the door clicked shut.  For the first twenty minutes, she fretted and worried that someone might discover her.  But then she realized that there was nothing she could do about it.  She finally resigned herself to the fact that she was naked and bound and vulnerable and she relaxed.  She thought about her experiences and feelings over the past hour.

“Have you come to terms with your slave heart?” Richard asked when he returned ninety minutes later.  This time he stood on the other side of the rack and toyed with her right breast.  Again, he marveled at the soft, firm warmth.

“Yes, Professor,” she replied.  “I have.”

He started toying with the nipple, circling his finger around it before gripping it and tugging it upward.  “And what did you conclude?”

Innocence sucked in her breath as he squeezed the sensitive bud.  She lifted her head and saw her breast being stretched upward.  This time, however, it did not embarrass her.  For some reason, it seemed right that someone should be using her body.  It was the most natural things at the moment.

“I have acknowledged to myself that I have a slave heart,” she responded.  “Some part of me needs to be dominated for some reason that I don’t understand.  But I don’t know what to do about it.”

He tugged the nipple upward and reached down with his free hand to where her thighs met.  One stroke of his fingers between her petals showed him that she was still quite wet.  He found that remarkable.  He had been gone for an hour and a half and she had been left alone with no stimulation.  He was surprised that she was still so aroused; so amazingly aroused.

“You should find someone who can help you explore this side of you,” he said as he slid his finger into her sex and pumped it a few times.  Then he moved his wet finger to her clit and started stroking.

“Will you be that someone, Professor?” She sucked in her breath again as the finger toyed with her clit, sending new thrills though her naked and captive body.  Even though she didn’t understand why her body reacted the way it was, the thrills were delicious.

“I can be,” he nodded.  He had hoped to hear this request and he was delighted that she asked.  He suppressed a smile.  He couldn’t afford to look too anxious.  “Is that what you want?”

“Please, Professor,” she pleaded.  “Please help me.”

“That’s please Master from now on,” he replied.  Her face and chest were flush with arousal as he tugged on the nipple and fingered her clit.

“Please, Maaaaaaaaassssssssster,” she groaned as the latest orgasm tore through her body, turning her mind into jelly.

That weekend was spent at his home.  His daughter, Kaitlin, was there when Innocence arrived but Kaitlin had plans.  She was going on a camping trip with her girlfriends.  Innocence was surprised when she met the daughter.  For some reason, she assumed that Kaitlin was much younger than she turned out to be.  It turned out that she was a senior in high school and was seventeen.  And she also turned out to be beautiful with long black hair, a fully developed and shapely body, and a stunning face.

Katy left for her trip, leaving Innocence alone with Richard.  She truly had no idea what to expect.  Would this be a weekend of sex?  She was fine with that if it happened.  She was not a virgin.  Despite her name, Innocence was not entirely innocent.  She did not have a lot of experience in that department but she enjoyed it and she found her professor attractive.  Would she be bound or punished or humiliated?  There were just so many questions.

One of them was answered quickly enough.  As soon as they saw the car drive away, Richard produced a pair of leather cuffs.  He buckled them around her wrists and then locked them together in front of her with a padlock.  She thought she might be able to free herself if she tried hard enough but it would be very difficult.  Her captivity had begun.  And she felt her sex pulse a little at that realization.

“All good little slave girls should be bound from time to time,” he smiled at her.  Then he wrapped an arm around her waist and gave her a tour of the house.

“How does your bondage make you feel?” he asked as they returned to the den.

“Excited,” she answered honestly.  “Scared, embarrassed, aroused.  But mostly excited I think.”

He smiled at her reply.  “I was hoping that you would be excited and aroused.  That’s what I most noticed about you when we were in the classroom.  You seemed to blossom each time I bound you.”

Innocence shrugged her shoulders, causing the padlock to clank against the metal rings in her cuffs as her hands moved.  “I can’t explain it.  It just happens.”  She looked up at him nervously.

“Relax, little kitten,” he smiled at her.  “Trust your master.”

Innocence did trust Richard but she was not sure that she could ever relax with someone binding her and controlling her.  She nodded slowly.  “I’ll try,” she replied in almost a whisper.

He kissed her forehead.  “Good girl.”

He led her to the couch, sitting near one end.  Then he pulled her into his lap and adjusted her the way he wanted her.  Her back rested against the padded arm of the couch and her legs were draped across the seat of the couch.  Her bottom rested in his lap.

“This is how pets should be held and cherished,” he said.  He had moved his hand to her tummy and was rubbing in small slow circles.  “You are my pet now, aren’t you?”

Innocence nodded.  She remembered from one of the lectures that dominants frequently used nicknames for their submissives.  Pet, little one, and girl were three of the examples he had used in class.  Other, less kind, nicknames were also sometimes used and she hoped that he would not use them with her.

“Yes, I am your pet, I suppose,” she answered.

“That’s yes Master.”

Innocence gulped.  Until now, it had always seemed like play acting when she called him Master and she had not resisted.  By acknowledging that he was master, she would be acting in a way that verified that she was his submissive.  It seemed like such a huge step and she wondered what lay ahead after that step.

“Sorry, I forgot,” she squeaked.  “Yes, Master.  I am your pet.”

He kept rubbing her belly lightly.  At first, she had tensed again.  Now, he noticed that she seemed to be relaxing a bit.  This was good.

“Good girl,” he said again.  “And I am your master.  Your safe word will be pumpkin.  If you use it, everything will stop.  Now say it once for me.”

“Yes, Master.  Pumpkin.”

“Now I am going to release your hands.  I want you to remove your clothes.  You may stand up if you wish but then return to my lap.”

Innocence shuddered as she heard the words.  She had been right.  This was leading to sex.  Well that would be all right, she thought.  She was prepared for that.  And she was already getting pretty over heated from all of the touching and the erotic atmosphere that seemed to hang in the room.

She decided it would be too awkward to try to get out of her clothes while sitting in his lap; too much wiggling and clumsiness.  She stood up.  She wanted to turn her back to him while she undressed but then decided to face him.  Maybe she would earn some points for bravery.

Her skirt and shorts were quickly shed and she slipped out of her sandals, kicking them to the side.  She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.  She slid the straps down her arms, holding the cups to her chest.  She took a deep breath and lowered her hands, revealing her breasts to her new master.  He smiled appreciatively as the glorious orbs came into view.

She dropped the bra to the floor and then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.  She took another deep breath and then slid the flimsy garment down her legs, stepping out of them and kicking them aside.

Richard smiled again at the vision before his eyes.  This girl was priceless.  He knew that she must be nervous but she stood majestically in front of him, defining the feminine ideal.  She had a small, downy, blonde tuft of hair on her pubis and he could see signs of dew on her labia.  Her waist was narrow and looked even tinier without her clothes on.  She was perfect.

Innocence remembered her instructions and obediently climbed back into her master’s lap, positioning her body as he had positioned it before.  She felt gooseflesh on her body from her nervousness and the anticipation.  Then she waited for his next move, wondering how far this experience would lead her.

Richard returned his hand to her belly, enjoying the tautness of her flesh.  He knew that she was shapely but he had not realized how firm she was.  It was obvious that she worked out and took good care of herself.

“This weekend will open your eyes to many things,” he said as he widened the circle.  “I want to know your reactions and how you are feeling.  I will frequently ask you what is going through your mind and I want you to reply honestly.”

The circle had widened to the point of his fingers brushing against the base of her breasts.  He stopped the circular motion and just moved his hand back and forth, enjoying the firm softness of the incredible globes of flesh.  She had remarkable breasts and he was going to enjoy exploring them and playing with them.

“Yes, Master,” she breathed.  Once again, she tensed as his fingers came in contact with her breasts.  She was not sure why.  She had let others touch them before.  Even he had touched them before.  Why was she reacting this way with him?  She decided it was nervousness.

“How are you feeling right now?” he asked as his fingers continued to brush back and forth, moving up slightly to caress the lower swells of the breasts, feeling the soft flesh yielding as his fingers moved across them.

“Nervous, Master,” she replied.  She glanced across her body.  She could believe that she was naked and sitting in someone’s lap.  It seemed so wicked.  It was so unlike her.  “Very nervous.”

“Are you aroused?” he asked.

“Yes, Master,” she nodded.  She could see the stiff buds of her nipples pointing upward as evidence of her arousal.  “Very.”

“Show me,” he instructed her.

Innocence blushed again at his words.  How does one show a feeling?  And he could already see her stiff nipples as easily as she could.  Surely the evidence was already clear.  “Show you, Master?”

“Yes, girl,” he replied calmly.  “Show me.  And don’t make me repeat myself in the future.  I want to see your arousal and then watch you taste it.  Then I want to taste it for myself.”

Innocence groaned and closed her eyes in embarrassment as she finally realized what he expected.  This would be so humiliating.

“Yes, Master,” she replied.  She slid a hand across her thigh to the juncture where her legs met.  She took a deep breath and then extended a finger, lightly rubbing it up and down her labia.  She discovered that she was already quite wet but that did not surprise her.  She knew that she would be.

Slowly, she slipped her finger between the wet petals and plunged it into her sex.  Thrills shot through her body at the wickedly lewd act that she was performing.  Then she withdrew it and raised her hand to taste herself as she had been instructed.

“Wait,” he said.  He stopped caressing the lower swells of her breasts and raised his hand, gripping her wrist.  He turned her hand back and forth, seeing the fingers glistening brightly from her juices.  Satisfied that she was very aroused, he guided her hand to her face and offered the shiny digit to her lips.  Dutifully, she parted her lips and he pushed her finger in.  She bathed it with her tongue and realized that this was the first time that she had tasted herself.  It was so decadent!

“Let me taste now,” he said after she had cleaned herself.  Obediently, she lowered her hand again and slipped her finger into her sex which seemed to be even wetter now than before.  It was amazing to her.  She raised her slippery finger to his lips and, when he opened his mouth, she pushed it in.  He suckled it for long moments and then she eventually withdrew it.

“Delicious, girl,” he declared.  Then he picked up the remote and turned on the television.  She couldn’t believe it.  She was naked in his lap and he wanted to watch the news.  Why didn’t he fuck her?  She was so horny, she thought she would pop.

His hand returned to her breasts.  He moved from one to another, stroking them and squeezing.  Halfway through the news, he shifted his attention to the nipples.  They were rolled and squeezed.  After awhile, he started stroking them and tugging them upward, stretching them away from her chest.  This was doing nothing to reduce her horniness.  She became more and more needy as he continued to play with her body.

After the news, he switched to another channel and watched one of his favorite shows.  He also switched his attention to her sex and his fingers probed and stroked there.  She was moaning at this point.  She finally climaxed as he started to stroke her clit.  She climaxed two more times during the evening as she remained in his lap.  And then he turned off the television.

“Stand up, girl.  It’s time for bed.”

“Yes, Master,” she replied and she got to her feet.

He led her upstairs and she followed quietly.  He gave her time to herself to use the bathroom before bed.  She used the toilet and showered and then perfumed herself.  She was ready for him now.

And then the most incredible thing of the evening happened.  Instead of taking her to his bed, he led her to a guest room.  Shackles had been installed at the four corners of the bed and he secured her, spread eagle, onto the bed.

“Sleep tight, little one,” he said as he pulled the covers over her.  He kissed her forehead and left the room, turning off the light on his way out.  She groaned in frustration.  This was unbelievable to her.  Why didn’t he fuck her?  Why didn’t he take her to his bed with him?

To be continued.

Chapter 5

Innocence reached down and slowly drew her hands up her body, letting her fingertips glide over her curves.  She paused at her breasts and circled her nipples, feeling them stiffen.  Yes, everything was perfect in her life.

She sat up and reached down to the corners at the foot of the bed.  She found the leather cuffs that were now permanently installed on the bed and buckled one around each ankle.  Then she lay down again and stretched upward, fastening one of the cuffs around her wrist.  She would not be able to fasten the last cuff around her other wrist.  But even if she could, it would not be wise.  She would be unable to release herself.  Instead, she just laid her free wrist into the open leather cuff and sighed happily.

She fell asleep for a little nap and started her remembrances again when she reawakened.  The day on the rack turned out to be the worst exposure of the semester.  It was the only time she was completely naked in front of the class.  She had been topless a couple of times for various demonstrations but that seemed tame after being so exposed and vulnerable on the rack.

Her submission to Richard was like a whirlwind of emotions and excitement.  She found herself feeling more and more free as he took more and more control of her life.  She didn’t understand her feelings at all but it was thrilling to her.

The only frustration was that there was no sex.  At least there was no fucking.  It seemed that she was constantly highly aroused and she would have welcomed her master plunging his cock between her thighs but he never did.  She frequently received orgasms as he toyed with her body and she frequently gave him blow jobs as she knelt at his feet, but he never fucked her.

The relationship evolved during the second semester and quickly became romantic.  She was still his “slavegirl” as he called her but they were falling in love.  And he frequently talked about sharing her with others.  Initially, that sounded scary to her.  After awhile, it started sounding exciting to her.  Being given to another would make her truly feel like slave.  But eventually, she realized that he would probably never do that.  They were in love.

He proposed to her near the end of the school year and they were married shortly after she graduated.  Thankfully, the sex that he had been withholding emerged and they fucked like rabbits throughout the honeymoon.  And the sex continued to be frequent and amazing.  She was very happy.

Innocence thought about getting up and starting her day but decided there was no rush.  She continued to daydream about the exciting and romantic relationship that resulted in the marriage.  Occasionally, she would drift back off to sleep.  She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t even hear the bedroom door open.

“Hiya, Mom!” was the first thing she heard.  She gasped and opened her eyes just in time to see Kaitlin plop down on the bed beside her.  She scrambled to try to grab a sheet to cover herself but she had foolishly kicked it onto the floor earlier.  And being bound the way she was, she could not reach down and grab it.  She quickly draped her free arm to cover her breasts and then shifted it to cover her sex instead.

“Katy!” she scolded.  “Don’t you ever knock?”

Kaitlin ignored her question.  “Ooooo, you’re all nekkid!  And gift wrapped too.”

Cency’s relationship with Kaitlin was good after one month of marriage but it was still a bit awkward and they were still feeling their way through it.  Innocence was only four years older than her step daughter.  Trying to assume the role of mother would not work.  She didn’t think that ‘I would like to be your friend’ would work either.  Instead, she was trying to act more like a big sister than a step mother.

“Yes, Katy,” she responded.  “I’m all naked.  And you shouldn’t see me like this.”

“Oh,” said Kaitlin as she furrowed her brow.  “Why not?  I used to see nekkid girls every day in gym class when I was in high school.”

“Well that was different,” said Innocence, sternly.

“Hmmm, how was it different?  Do you have something they didn’t?”  Before Innocence could react, Kaitlin reached out and grasped the free wrist, lifting it to expose Cency’s full nudity.  Innocence gasped and quickly pulled her arm back down, but the damage had already been done.

“Katy!” admonished Innocence.

“Nope,” said Kaitlin as she grinned.  “You got all the right stuff, Mom.”

“Kaitlin Anne Blackwell!” said Innocence, hoping that the use of her stepdaughter’s full name would get her attention and make her realize that she was serious.  “You’re incorrigible!  Now go downstairs and let me get dressed.”

“Awww, Mom,” replied Kaitlin.  “That’s not fair.  And did I mention that you’re beautiful?”

“Kaitlin!” said Innocence, raising her voice.

“And sexy too,” added Kaitlin.  “And you make a wonderful slave girl.  But somebody forgot one of the cuffs.”

Kaitlin grasped the wrist again.  Innocence struggled as Kaitlin drew the arm upward toward the head of the bed but it was awkward being bound the way she was.  She had no leverage.  It was an easy task for Kaitlin to position the wrist and buckle the cuff in place.

“Kaitlin!  Release me this instant!”

“There you go,” replied Kaitlin with a smile, pleased with herself for getting the final cuff in place.  “That’s much better.”

“Katy, I’m serious.  Let me go.”

Again, Kaitlin ignored her stepmother.  She let her eyes travel up the length of Cency’s body, memorizing every hill and valley.  Everything was so perfect.  “You’re amazing, Mom.  I knew you were beautiful but I never imagined how perfect you are.”

“Katy,” pleaded Innocence as she saw Kaitlin’s eyes roaming over her nudity.  “This isn’t right.  Please let me up now.”

“In a sec,” replied Kaitlin.  She reached out and placed her hand on Cency’s belly, causing the bound woman to tense.  “So soft.”

“Katy, please.  This is not right.”

“Oh, stop being such a ninny,” admonished Kaitlin.  “Nobody’s being hurt.  I’m just enjoying a beautiful woman.  Besides, I already know that you’re Daddy’s little slave girl.  I even asked him if I could borrow you sometimes.”

“You what?!?!?!?!?” gasped Innocence.

“Well, actually, I asked him if I could have you.  He said no.  That’s when I asked if I could borrow you.”

Innocence opened her eyes wide in surprise at what she was hearing.  It was unbelievable that she was bound and naked in front of her stepdaughter.  The words she was hearing were even more unbelievable.  This can’t be happening, she thought.

“What did he say?” she asked, not sure if she wanted to hear the answer.  In the past, Richard had talked of sharing her or loaning her but he never had.  She had always assumed that he was just teasing her.

“He said he would think about it,” replied Kaitlin.  As they talked, Kaitlin had been moving her hand over the firm, silky flesh and now it was slowly gliding up the lower swells of Cency’s left breast.  Again, Innocence tensed as the hand was becoming more intimate.

“That wouldn’t work,” said Innocence.  “I’m not lesbian.”

Kaitlin giggled at that remark.  “I know you aren’t.  I can hear you and Daddy going at it each night.  And don’t worry.  I’m not lesbian either.”

Innocence already knew that Kaitlin was not lesbian and she wondered why she had even made that comment.  They had discussed her boyfriends in the past.  And Kaitlin had already confided in her that she had sex with some of them and that she loved it.  She also surprised Innocence by telling her that she was into domination and submission and that, while she would play either role and love it, she much preferred to be the dominant one.  Innocence could not imagine being dominant and, until now, she could not imagine Kaitlin being dominant either.

The other hand moved into action now.  One hand continued to explore the twin wonders of Cency’s chest as it palpated and stroked and pinched the firm mounds.  The other hand moved between Cency’s thighs and started stroking the dewy petals there.

“Katy!  Stop that this instant!”

“You don’t seem to mind it too much.  I only get wet like this when I’m aroused so you must like it.  Actually, I don’t think I ever get wet like this.  You’re positively swampy!  It’s almost like a fountain down here.”

“I don’t like it!” snapped Innocence.  “Please stop or I’ll tell your father!”

“Oh yeah,” Kaitlin said as if a light bulb went off in her head.  “Daddy.  That’s a good idea.”

She pulled her cell phone out of her jeans and punched in a number.  Innocence could hear the phone on the other end ringing.

“Hi, Daddy,” said Kaitlin once the phone was answered.  Innocence could hear the voice on the other end but could not make out any of the words.

“Oh, I just got up early today.”

“No, not today.  Just hanging out.”  It was frustrating to Innocence to hear only one side of the conversation.

“Richard!” Innocence called out.  “Help me!”

Kaitlin pinched one of Cency’s nipples to punish her for the outburst and then spoke into the phone again.  “Oh, she’s fine.  She’s just embarrassed.  I found her naked and bound in bed.”

“Richard!” Innocence called out again.  “Save me!”

Kaitlin laughed into the phone.  “Yeah, it was pretty surprising.  But wow, is she beautiful?!?!?!?  I can see how you fell in love with her.”

“Oh, well right now I’m just playing with one of her nipples.”

“Yeah, they do seem very responsive.  They’re pretty stiff.”

“Oh yeah, she’s way wet.  Does she always get that way?”

“Wow!  Amazing!”

“Yeah, she’s been lots of fun to play with so far.  And I just love the way she blushes.”

“Uh huh.  Uh huh.  Oh yeah, I love that too although I would probably shave it off if she belonged to me.”

“Uh huh.  Oh, speaking of belonging, remember the conversation we had?”

“No, I know I can’t own her… yet.  You made that clear.  But we talked about maybe me borrowing her.  Can I borrow her?”

“Right now would be good.  And I have a party to go to on Friday night.  Could I borrow her for that too?”

“Yes, it’s another one of those kinds of parties.”

“Really?!?!?!?  Thank you, Daddy.  You’re the best!!!”

Innocence listened to the one side of the conversation in disbelief.  She wasn’t exactly sure what Richard had said but she was pretty sure that it wasn’t good.  At least, it would not turn out well for her.

“Oh,” Kaitlin continued into the phone.  “What about limits?”

“Really?  Wow!!!”

“What about Friday?  Any limits then?”

“Wow!”

“Okay, I’ll take good care of her.  Thank you again, Daddy.”

Kaitlin hung up the phone and then grinned at Innocence.  “You’re mine for the rest of the day.  Isn’t that great?”

You’ve got to be kidding!” groaned Innocence.  “This is unbelievable.”

“I know.  It’s too good to be true.”

Chapter 6

“Katy,” said Innocence.  “Look, sweetie.  Despite what your father said, this just isn’t right.  This could change our relationship.”

Kaitlin had crawled onto the bed and was now lying on top of Innocence.  Her face was level with the bound woman’s breasts and she was greedily sucking on one of the tender nipples.  Innocence watched in disbelief as her stepdaughter sucked more and more of her breast into her mouth.

Kaitlin lifted her head and released the nipple, making a popping sound as it slid free.  “I certainly hope it does.  I love you as my stepmother.  And you are like the big sister I never had.  I love you that way too.  And now you can be my slave girl.  I’m sure I’ll love that.”  Then she attacked the other nipple and Innocence groaned as it disappeared from view.

Kaitlin kept this up for about five minutes, frequently pausing to shift from breast to breast.  Innocence squirmed uncomfortably beneath her, as much as her bindings would allow, as Kaitlin’s attentions stirred unwelcome feelings in her body.  Once again, she could not understand how her body could betray her by becoming aroused at things she did not even want to do.

Eventually, Kaitlin stopped and slid higher until her face was level with Cency’s.  “You really are a beautiful slave girl.  You are a priceless treasure.  I’m so glad that we own you.”

“Own me?” gasped Innocence.  “Nobody owns me.  I’m a married woman; a free married woman.”

“Married, yes,” said Kaitlin.  Then she lowered her head and kissed her stepmother, causing Cency’s eyes to fly open wide in surprise.  “Even slave girls can be married.”

Katy kissed Innocence again, letting her lips linger.  She snaked out her tongue and probed into Cency’s mouth, catching Innocence by surprise and leaving her breathless.

“Stop it, Katy!  Stop it!  Stop it!  Stop it!!!!”

“Oh my,” said Kaitlin.  “A rebellious slave.  That’s easy enough to fix.  But I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to hurt you.”  She got off the bed and disappeared from the room.  She returned a minute later, carrying a gym bag which she dropped heavily on the floor.

She fished around in the bag until she pulled out a riding crop.  Innocence recognized it for what it was but was incredulous that her stepdaughter would even consider using it on her.

“This will hurt me as much as it hurts you,” said Kaitlin as she whipped the crop through the air, testing it.

“Don’t you dare!”  Innocence glared at Kaitlin as she struggled against her bindings.

CRACK!!!  The crop whistled through the air and crashed into Cency’s belly with a loud crack.  Innocence howled as her belly exploded in pain.  Kaitlin lifted the crop but, instead of striking Innocence again, she reached out and traced the red mark on her prisoner’s belly.

“You mark beautifully,” commented Kaitlin.

“Enough!  This has to sto….  YYYEEEEOOOWWWWWW!!!”  Innocence’s sentence was cut short as the crop slammed into her belly again.

“I do want to stop,” said Kaitlin.  “But you won’t let me.  Daddy already gave you to me for the day but you keep resisting.  If you’ll submit to me, we can move on to things that are more fun.”

“Submit to you?” sputtered Innocence incredulously.  “I’m your stepmother!!!  I’m not supposed to submit to you!!!”

CRACK!!!  The crop slammed down into her belly again and Innocence howled.  This was out of control!   How could she stop this?

Kaitlin reached between Cency’s legs and stroked her finger between the captive’s labia.  “Wow!!!  You’re even wetter than before!  You really are a slave girl.”

“I’m not, Katy.  Please stop.”

Kaitlin put two fingers together and stabbed them into Innocence.  They slid in easily because Innocence’s body was so aroused but Cency yelped anyways at the surprise of the intrusion.  Kaitlin started tapping Cency’s left breast lightly with the crop as she moved her fingers in and out.

“The next one goes here,” the younger woman threatened.  “Unless you want to submit now.”

“I’m not going to submit, Katy.  But I don’t want to be hurt any more either.”

CRACK!!!  Innocence shrieked as her chest exploded in pain.  Kaitlin marveled at the firm mounds.  They were deformed by the blow but not a lot.  She had seen other breasts practically flattened by a hit that hard.  She smiled as she saw the breast bounce back into shape and then she leaned over to kiss the punished nipple.

“Now, the other one,” Kaitlin announced.

“Wait!!” blurted Innocence.  “Please, no more!”

“The decision is in your hands,” replied Kaitlin.  “You know how to stop it.”

“What does submitting mean?”

“It means that I own you,” responded Kaitlin.  “Well it means that I own you whenever Daddy loans you to me.  I guess it means I sort of co-own you.  Daddy will still have primary rights but I’ll control you when he isn’t.”

“What will I have to do?” asked Innocence as she sniffled.

“Whatever I want,” said Kaitlin.  “Whenever I want.  With whoever I want.”

Innocence shook her head in disbelief.  Kaitlin interpreted the motion as a no and crashed the crop down on the second breast.  CRACK!!!

“Stop!  Stop!  Stop!  I submit!”  She needed to stop the brutal punishment.  And she figured she could straighten things out once Richard got home.

Kaitlin set the crop aside and smiled.  She sat down on the edge of the bed again and reached out to stroke the firm mounds that she had just abused.  “Good girl.  You made the right choice.”

Innocence just whimpered as she felt the fingers claiming her breasts.  Her chest still burned from the harsh treatment but she was helpless to prevent any future punishment.  It was all just so unfair.

Cency felt one hand leave the breast that it was massaging and travel down her body.  Fingers grasped her pubic hair and tugged on it lightly.  She heard “tsk, tsk,” and then the fingers moved slightly lower.  Her petals were stroked and fondled.  Fingers wormed their way into her slick channel and pumped in and out.  And then the fingers shifted and started toying with her clit.  Again, her body betrayed her as the orgasm struck her quickly.  She was reduced to a tightly stretched, quivering mass of flesh as the fingers continued to stroke and prolong her orgasm.

Throughout the day, Kaitlin played with her new toy.  Innocence was bound at all times and was frequently attached to something.  Kaitlin explored her new slave’s body and, after awhile, Innocence lost track of the number of times she climaxed.

She was dangling from a hook in the ceiling when Richard got home.  A chain was attached to her cuffs and her toes were less than an inch above the ground.  Her body glistened with a thin coating of perspiration from the orgasm that Kaitlin had just imposed on her only minutes before.  She looked up as she heard her husband enter the room.

“Richard, how could you?”

“How could I what?” he asked back innocently.

“How could you let her do this to me?”

“I told you that I planned to share you,” he explained.

“But with her?” she asked.

“Of course with her.  Who did you think I was talking about?  She has been wanting to own you since the first day she met you.”

“But I’m your wife!”

He stepped up to her and claimed her breasts in his hands.  Then he leaned forward and kissed her.  “Yes, you are my wife; my beautiful wife.  And you are my slave girl; my beautiful slave girl.  And now you are Katy’s beautiful slave girl too.”

“It’s so wrong,” she groaned.

“You know that I can’t say no to my daughter.  I have spoiled her rotten ever since her mother died.  She gets whatever she wants.  And she wanted you badly.  I like to make her happy.”

Innocence just groaned again.

Chapter 7

“You were born to be a slave,” he told her at dinner the next night as the two of them were dining in a romantic little restaurant.  “It’s your slave heart.”

“It’s one thing to be your slave girl,” she said in response to his comment.  “But it’s an entirely different matter to be your daughter’s.”

“It makes her very happy,” he said.  “She just adores you.”

“But it’s so very wrong.”

“How can it be wrong?” he asked with a puzzled look on his face.  “It makes her happy.  And it helps your slave heart.  I can’t be around to take care of all of your slave needs all fo the time so it helps me in meeting your needs.  Everybody benefits from this arrangement.”

“I need this?” she asked incredulously.

He reached out and placed his hand over hers, squeezing lovingly.  “Yes, dear.  You need this.”

“Oh,” she said softly.  “I need this?  I didn’t know.”

“How many times did you climax yesterday?” he asked.

Innocence blushed at the question and glanced around nervously to make sure nobody cold hear their conversation.  “I don’t know.  I wasn’t counting.”

“Well, roughly how many?” he persisted.  “Was it more than two?”

She cast her eyes down and nodded.

“Five or more?”

She nodded and kept her eyes down.  “More.”

“Ten?”

Her blush deepened.  “More, I think.”

“Would you believe me if I told you that you climaxed fourteen times?” he asked.  “You may not have been counting but Katy was.”

Innocence bit her lower lip nervously at the revelation.  This was so embarrassing to her.

“Now, I don’t want to hear any of this silly nonsense about it being wrong,” he continued.  “You could not have been so orgasmic if it was wrong.  It was right for you and your slave heart.”

“But I was happy being your girl,” she said.  “I wanted to be with you.”

“You will still be with me.  You do belong to me,” he replied.  “And it is a wonderful gift that you have provided to me.  And I know that you want me to be happy.  It makes me very happy to share you with Katy.”

Innocence sighed, realizing that she was losing this debate.  It still seemed wrong to her but she knew that she would not be able to change things about it.  She could accept her new status or leave and seek a divorce.  The latter was unimaginable to her.  She loved Richard too much to even consider leaving.

The former was also difficult to imagine.  She loved playing at domination and submission.  Being submissive came naturally for her and she found it to be exceptionally stimulating.  But now, instead of just calling her his little slave girl, he was expecting her to actually be his slave.  Not only that, but she would also be owned and controlled by his daughter.

The sex was great.  That much was true.  She enjoyed the earth-shattering, mind-blowing orgasms that she received when she was treated as a slave.  And she was constantly aroused nowadays.  But she couldn’t let herself be ruled by her pussy, could she?

“Do you have to share me?” she asked.  When he first started talking about sharing his girl with others, it had been exciting; scary but exciting.  But she never dreamed that she would be given to Kaitlin.  It was so embarrassing to be owned by someone four years younger than her.

“I don’t have to,” replied Richard.  “But it pleases me to do so.  And it pleases Katy to be able to own you.”

Innocence sighed again before responding.  “Yes, Master.”

Richard smiled and squeezed her hand again.  “Good girl.  You are doing the right thing.  You’ll see.  And you will be very happy.”

“Katy wants you again tomorrow,” he went on.  “And she plans to take you to a party as her date on Friday.”

“Her date?” blinked Innocence.

“Yes, her date,” replied Richard.  “Sort of.”

Chapter 8

Wednesday was much like Monday had been.  Richard left early in the morning for the office and Kaitlin claimed her new property once she woke up.  Throughout the day, Innocence was constantly bound and again was frequently attached to something.  And once again, she lost track of the number of orgasms she received.

She was only punished once that day.  Until now, Innocence had been on the receiving end of all of the orgasms.  In the early afternoon, Kaitlin declared that it was time for the slave to “start earning her keep.”

Kaitlin secured Innocence in a keeling position with her wrists bound to her ankles.  Then the young mistress disrobed.  Innocence was horrified when she realized what was going to be expected of her.  She protested and complained.  She had never done anything like this before and had no desire to start now.  Four stripes of the cane across her breasts and belly convinced her that licking another girl was not so bad after all.

She felt humiliated as she scooped her tongue through Kaitlin’s slick petals.  Her owner was already very aroused and Innocence got a good taste of another woman for the first time.  It turned out to be not as bad as she feared.  But she was still humiliated at being forced to do something so degrading.

Several times, she glanced upward as she licked and tongued Kaitlin’s pussy.  One time, Kaitlin was looking back down and watching her.  Innocence quickly averted her eyes in embarrassment at someone watching her do something so decadent.

The other times, Kaitlin’s eyes were closed and she had a dreamy look on her face.  Innocence was flickering her tongue over her mistress’ clit and she watched Kaitlin’s response.  Her belly would tighten and then quiver for a moment.  Her breasts jiggled slightly with each quiver, animating them and sending the nipples jumping and leaping throughout the air.

Kaitlin was remarkably beautiful.  Innocence considered herself to be a devout heterosexual but even she admired Katy’s body.  The breasts were firm and full and were even larger than her own.  Innocence guessed them to be D cup in size.  The nipples were long and very stiff at the moment and almost seemed to be slicing through the air each time the breasts moved.  The stiff nubbins were surrounded by small areolae that were no larger than a quarter.

Her waist was very narrow and her body was toned.  She did not have an ounce of excess weight and the weight that she did have was perfectly distributed on her tall frame.  And her face was beautiful.  She knew from past experience that Kaitlin could run the full gamut of expressions from angle to vamp just by changing her smile.  Right now, she looked angelic.

“Ooooo, that’s good, pet,” cooed Kaitlin as Cency’s tongue continued to flutter.  Kaitlin reached out with one hand and stroked the slave girl’s hair as if to comfort her and give her approval.

“Mmmm,” she added a little later.  “You can’t convince me that you’ve never done this before.  You’re just too good at this.”

Innocence continued to flicker her tongue over the sensitive little nubbin, occasionally pausing to scoop between the petals or stab into her owner’s sex.  She honestly had no experience doing this with another woman but she knew the kinds of things that she liked.  She just focused on doing the things that she would want done to her.

Her life had certainly changed quickly in the past couple of days.  Or had it changed all that quickly?  She thought back to the past year of her life.  She had been introduced to submission almost a year earlier when she was the model for Richard’s class.  Since that time, her submission had been gradually escalated by Richard as the relationship grew and developed.

At some point, that she could not identify, she had crossed the bridge from being a submissive to being a slave.  She remembered the day when Richard had told her that she no longer needed a safe word..  Maybe that was when the transition was made.

Regardless of when it happened, she now knew that she was his slave.  And she knew that, as a slave, she had no rights.  The thought was repugnant to her on one level.  After all, she was a college graduate with a promising future ahead of her.  She planned to get her doctorate and become a professor, just like her husband.  She was due to start her doctoral studies in just a couple of weeks.

But while it was repugnant to her on one level, it was very rewarding on another level.  She took comfort in others taking responsibility.  It was very satisfying when someone else had control.  Plus, her body certainly found it very much to its liking.  She was constantly aroused these days.  Even now, when she was being forced to do something that she viewed as deviant, her sex was positively flowing.

Kaitlin’s belly was quivering again and Innocence could see that her eyes were closed tightly.  Both of Kaitlin’s hands were on the slave’s head now, holding her in place as the owner moved closer to a climax.  The breasts were even more animated as the bounced and swayed as if they could move on their own.  Katy was moaning now and tightened her grip on Cency’s head.

The moaning intensified until there was a final groan.  Kaitlin’s body tensed and then shuddered.  Still, Innocence kept fluttering her tongue over the sensitive little clit.  Kaitlini groaned again and then pushed Innocence back, away from her sex.  Innocence continued to look up, studying her mistress’ body and her reactions.  Kaitlin held tightly onto her slave’s head, using her girl for support as she recovered.

“Mmmmm, you’re good!” sighed Kaitlin when she finally opened her eyes.  She looked down at her girl and smiled.  “I could get used to that kind of treatment.”

Innocence remained silent.  She did not want to encourage a discussion about the decadent act that she had just participated in.  But inwardly, she felt pride that she was able to provide such pleasure and she liked the praise that her new owner had given her.

After she recovered, Kaitlin spent several hours instructing Innocence.  The slave girl was taught how to walk and stand and kneel.  There were multiple poses she had to learn but she was able to master them all.  She was taught when she could look at someone and when she couldn’t.  She was taught how to serve and clear.  It was all very frustrating for her.  She had no idea when all of this silly stuff would be useful.  She knew that Richard certainly didn’t need for her to behave this way.

“What is all of this for?” she finally asked.  This was met with an immediate slap to her cheek.

“Sorry,” she said quickly.  “What is all of this for, Mistress?”

“It’s stuff that you need to know for the party on Friday, girl,” replied Kaitlin. “I want the others to appreciate you.”

Innocence furrowed her brow in confusion.  “The party?  What kind of party is it, Mistress?”

“It’s just a bunch of my friends getting together,” said Kaitlin.  “It’s kind of a costume party.”

“Oh,” said Innocence.  That didn’t sound so bad.  “What will we be going as, Mistress?”

“A mistress and slave, of course,” Kaitlin responded.  “You’ll love it.  And my friends will love you too.”

Innocence gasped.  “I’m going as a slave?  In public?”

“Don’t worry.  It’s a private party.”

“Richard!” blurted Innocence once her husband got home.  “I mean, Master.  Do you know about this party on Friday?”

“I know a little bit about it.  It should be fun for you and Katy.”

Kaitlin had bound Innocence bent face up over the back of a padded bar with her legs spread widely.  Richard unzipped his pants and easily slid his cock into his wife’s waiting sex.

“How can it be fun?” gasped Innocence as the cock filled her.  “She wants to take me as a slave!”

Richard reached out and grasped the two breasts that were swaying on her chest and squeezed them as he pumped in and out of the bound girl.  “Yes, I know.  She and her friends got into this slavery thing early.  It took me a lot longer to find my way into the scene.”

“But the costume she has for me is indecent!” complained Innocence.  “I can’t be seen in that.  I’ll be practically naked.”

He released one breast and reached out to pat her cheek.  “Relax, pet.  I have displayed you totally naked before.  And that was before I even owned you.”

Innocence groaned.  She couldn’t believe that her husband would even consider letting her be seen almost naked.  But then she remembered the day in class almost a year earlier when he had displayed her totally naked to a room full of students.

“But have you seen the outfit?”

“Yes, I have seen it,” he said, plunging particularly deep and causing Innocence to groan.  “I haven’t seen it on anybody but Katy showed it to me a few months ago.  She was going as somebody’s slave girl that night.  But she was too modest to model it for her father.  Maybe you could model it for me tonight.”

Innocence shook her head in disbelief.  She couldn’t believe that she was expected to wear the scant outfit.  She couldn’t believe that Richard would allow her to.  And she couldn’t believe that Kaitlin had attended a party as a slave girl.

Chapter 9

Thankfully, it was warm on Friday.  Innocence had a cap tied around her neck as Kaitlin drove the two of them to the party.  But she knew she would eventually lose the cape and would have very little to protect her from a chill.  But it was a warm August night so that was the least of her worries.

They arrived at the party and, as expected, Kaitlin removed the cape and stuffed it into the car.  Then she led her slave girl up the front steps and into the house.  Innocence trembled throughout the entire walk.

Innocence was blushing furiously as she was led into the group of teenagers who were already gathered there.  It was the most embarrassing moment of her life.  And it was the most bizarre scene she had ever witnessed.

About half the group was clearly masters and mistresses and they were clearly identified as such by the costumes they wore.  Black leather and latex seemed to be the materials of choice.  Cat suits, corsets, chaps and vests covered the bodies of the dominants.  At least most of them were mostly covered.  One of the dominant females had her breasts exposed through cutouts in her cat suit.  Another had her ass exposed.  Several of the male dominants were shirtless, but she didn’t really count that.

The submissives wore a wide range of dress or undress.  One girl looked like a harem slave with sheer pantaloons and a tiny embroidered vest that did very little to cover her abundant chest.  A male wore nothing but a g-string.  Yet another male wore nothing but a cage that fenced in his cock and balls.  And many of the submissives were completely naked but for a collar.  All of the submissives wore collars, she noted.  All but her.  She wondered what the significance of that was.

And then there was her outfit.  She might as well have been naked for all that it did to expose her.  Her outfit consisted of a set of leather straps that circled her body and bound her arms.  Her breasts were trapped at the base and compressed with straps, causing them to bulge slightly, while other straps simply ran across her flesh.  A leather band at her waist was attached to two more straps that ran between her legs but left her pussy exposed.  A final strap or set of straps circled her wrists and then wound up her arms, pulling them together so that her elbows touched.  She felt her shoulders aching from the strain of having her elbows pulled together.

What parents in their right minds would allow their children to participate in such deviant behavior?  She thought that it was totally irresponsible to let their kids get involved in something that was so blatantly sexual.  Did they even know what was going on?  Did Richard know?

“What color for your new girl?” Innocence heard one of the boys ask Kaitlin.

“Red would be fitting, I think,” replied Kaitlin.

“Excellent choice,” said the male.  “I look forward to sampling her charms myself later then.”  Then the boy stood in front of Innocence and buckled a collar snugly around her neck.

“I hope you enjoy her,” said Kaitlin.  “She’s very special to me.”

“Katy,” whispered Innocence loudly after the boy left.  “What’s going on?  What does a red collar mean?  And what did he mean about sampling my charms?”

“That’s your first violation of the evening, pet,” said Kaitlin.  “If you keep that up, I’ll give you a black collar.”

Innocence cast her eyes down at the chastening.  “Sorry, Mistress.”

“A white collar means that the slave may not be used in any way,” explained Kaitlin.  “They are merely here for decorative purposes.  A black collar means that people can punish that slave and use the slave sexually.  And a red collar means that the slave is available for use sexually but cannot be punished.  You are going to be well fucked tonight, pet.”

“Katy!” Innocence hissed.  “I mean Mistress!  You can’t do that!  I’m your stepmother!”

Kaitlin patted Cency’s bare ass.  “You’re so cute.  I just love you to death.  You say the cutest things.  Yes, it’s true that you’re my stepmother.  But as of this week, you’re also my slave.  And I will use my slave however I want.”

“Mistress, please,” begged Innocence.  “Please don’t do this to me.”

They were interrupted when another male stepped up to them.  “I was really hoping that you were going to be a slave again tonight.”

“Ha,” chuckled Kaitlin.  “You didn’t get to fuck me enough last time, Bobby?”

Bobby reached up and gripped the edges of Kaitlin’s vest.  She was dressed in black leather with leather slacks that hugged her skin and thigh high boots with spike heels.  On top, she wore a leather vest and opera length black leather gloves.

The boy pulled back the two sides of the best, exposing Kaitlin’s generous mounds.  “How could I ever fuck this body enough?”

He released one side of the vest but held onto the other side, keeping it open.  Then he reached in with his other hand and stroked the soft orb that stood proudly from her chest.  “Magnificent.  I might own these permanently someday if you’re not careful.”

Kaitlin reached up and grasped the boy’s wrist, dragging it away from her chest.  “Ha!” she snorted.  “In your dreams.  And no touching the merchandise tonight.  I’m a mistress at this party.”

“Only for tonight,” he retorted.  “I’ll have you in chains again soon enough.”

“You’re the one who will be in chains next,” she replied.  “And I think I’ll feature you at the glory hole when you are.”

“You know I don’t swing that way,” he said.

“You’ll swing whichever way I decide when I own you,” she responded.  “If I decide that you’ll service the boys, then you’ll do just that.”

Innocence just shook her head in disbelief as she listened.  It was unbelievable to her.  They played at this slavery thing and seemed to take turns owning one another.  How could they possibly have gotten into this decadent behavior?  How could a bunch of eighteen year olds get so deviant?

“We’ll see,” he said.  “Who’s your new pet?”

“This is Innocence,” said Kaitlin, pulling Cency forward.  “I captured her this week.  And I’m displaying her for the first time tonight.”

“She’s a beauty,” the boy observed.  “So she’s permanent, huh?  Where did you capture her?”

“Yes, she’s permanent,” confirmed Kaitlin.  “I own her.  Well, my dad and I own her.  And I captured her in my home.”

“Wow, your dad’s into this lifestyle too?  That’s awesome!  What was she doing in your home?”

“Sleeping,” said Kaitlin.

“Wow!” Bobby repeated.  “You captured a house guest?”

Kaitlin laughed.  “No, she wasn’t a house guest.  She’s my stepmom.”

“Wow!  You and your dad are so kinky!”

Innocence blushed as she listened to the exchange and then had to stifle a groan when she heard Kaitlin announce that she was Katy’s stepmother.  She was hoping to keep that a secret so that it would be easier to end this insanity at some point.  It would be much harder to unwind all of this if a lot of people knew.

Bobby turned toward Innocence and trailed a finger down the center of her chest, between her breasts, and then let it continue to travel downward over her belly.  Innocence felt gooseflesh forming in the wake of the roaming finger.

“Your dad sure has good taste,” commented Bobby.  “She really is a beauty.  Mind if I take her for a spin?”

“She’s a red collar,” replied Katy.  “But I want to watch.”

“Sure thing,” agreed Bobby.  Then he unhooked the leash from his belt and attached it to Cency’s collar.  “Let’s go find an open room.”

Innocence groaned as she was led away by the pair of dominants.  She was taken upstairs where they started looking for an open room.  The first few that they checked were occupied.  In the first one, a red collar girl was being fucked by two boys as they sandwiched her between them.  The second contained a naked black collar boy who was being whipped by a dominant girl.  In the third one, they saw a red collar boy being sodomized by another male.

“That will be you someday soon,” chided Kaitlin.

“Only in your dreams,” scoffed Bobby.

They finally found an unoccupied room and led Innocence into it.  “Do you want her arm binder off?” asked Kaitlin.

“No, leave it on her,” replied Bobby.  “I like what it does to her chest.”

Innocence glanced down and groaned as she saw how prominently her breasts were displayed with her shoulders pulled back so tightly.  They were even more prominent because of the way the leather constricted them at the base.  It was as if they were there for the taking.

Bobby quickly peeled off his clothes.  Kaitlin remained clothed as she positioned Innocence.  She placed the slave girl at the edge of the bed with her bottom perched on the edge.  Then she crouched down and pushed the slave’s feet apart.

“She’s all set,” announced Kaitlin.  “But you’ll need to wear this.”  She held up a condom which drew a groan from the boy.

“Awww!” complained Bobby.  “I’m clean.  And you know I prefer riding bareback.”

“I don’t care what you prefer,” said Kaitlin as she opened the wrapper.  She belongs to me and you’ll follow my rules if you want to use her.  Besides, I want to make sure I don’t have any new brothers or sisters right away.”

“Jeeessshhhh!!!” grumbled Bobby.  “Okay, give me that thing.”

“I’ll put it on you,” Kaitlin declared.  “Now get over here.”

“Jeeessshhhh!!!” Bobby repeated.  “Yes Ma’am!!!” he said sarcastically.  He stepped closer and Kaitlin got down on one knee.  She leaned forward and kissed the tip of the cock which was already fully erect.  Then she parted her lips and leaned forward further, letting her lips glide along the length of the shaft.

“Be careful with that thing,” cautioned Bobby.  “It might explode on you.”

Kaitlin pulled back and laughed.  “That would be too bad for you.  Then you couldn’t enjoy my girl.”

“Ha!” chortled Bobby.  “Not a problem.  I could get it back up again in a heartbeat for that girl.”

Again, Innocence was incredulous.  This group seemed to have no morals whatsoever.  Nothing was out of bounds for them.  They switched roles freely and treated each other like slaves.  It was akin to a freeform sexual orgy.  She could never fit in with a group like this.

Kaitlin placed the condom at the tip of the throbbing cock and slowly rolled it down the shaft.  “There you go, big boy.  Now you’re ready for a swim.”

“I hate raincoats,” grumbled the male.

Kaitlin reached around him and spanked his bare ass once, eliciting a yelp from him.  “Stop complaining.  It’s time for fun.”  She led him by his cock until he was standing between Cency’s parted thighs.

“Please, Mistress,” begged Innocence.  “Please have mercy.”

Kaitlin ignored the pleadings and continued to pull Bobby forward until the tip of his cock touched the slave’s slick petals.  Innocence glanced down in disbelief as she watched Kaitlin holding the cock as it slid into her, slowly disappearing into her love channel.

“Ahhhh!” moaned Bobby as he felt the wet warmth engulfing his cock.  “So tight.”

Kaitlin finally released the cock and positioned herself behind the boy.  Then she reached between his legs and grasped his balls, squeezing them lightly.

“Oh god!” he uttered.  “I won’t last long if you keep that up.”

Kaitlin laughed.  “I just love the control I have over you.”  Then she gave his ass another swat.

Bobby started a steady motion, pumping in and out of the new slave girl’s body.  Again, Innocence was incredulous as she watched him bend his head down to capture one of her nipples with his lips.  She blushed furiously as his tongue and teeth worked on the sensitive bud, sending unwanted thrills through her body.

Kaitlin maintained her grip on the pair of balls but moved closer to Innocence.  She leaned down and sucked the other nipple into her mouth, pulsing it in and out and letting her teeth rake along the tender little nubbin.

Innocence groaned again as the sensations began to overwhelm her.  Two hungry mouths feasted on her ample mounds as a thick cock plunged into her over and over again.  Her body was an erotic swirl of lust as more and more thrills rushed through her.  She cried out as she climaxed.

“Wow, she’s a hot one!” observed Bobby who was still pistoning in the girl’s sex.

The pumping lasted for about fifteen minutes and Innocence experienced a second orgasm at the hands of the two dominants.  Eventually, Bobby climaxed and the ordeal was over.  He softened and slid out of her and Kaitlin removed the condom.

“That’s two infractions, pet,” announced Kaitlin.  “One more and  you’ll wear a black collar.”

Innocence blinked.  “What did I do, Mistress?”

“You came without permission.”

Innocence groaned again.  That was a rule that she did not even know.  “But it wasn’t my fault, Mistress!”

Chapter 10

The rest of the party was nonstop humiliation for Innocence.  After she was fucked by Bobby, Kaitlin led her back downstairs.  More people had arrived and she was amazed and disturbed by what she saw.

One of the boys was bound kneeling with his back to a pole.  His arms were secured behind the pole.  A rope went around his chest and his belly, holding him to the pole, and his knees were tied together.  There was no way that he could move.

A ring gag had been placed in his mouth, holding it perpetually open.  And a line of partiers was waiting to enjoy using him.  Innocence saw that one boy had just withdrawn his cock from the bound boy’s mouth and was spewing his sperm all over the boy’s face and chest.  As soon as he finished, he cleaned his cock in the boy’s hair and tucked it back in his pants.  A girl stepped forward to be serviced.  She had a zipper in the crotch of her cat suit that she opened.  Then she pressed her sex to the boy’s mouth.  Innocence shook her head in disbelief as she saw the boy’s tongue flicker out through the gag to serve the new mistress.

A girl was chained in a spread eagle position in a wide doorway.  A dominant girl currently had her entire hand embedded in the naked slave’s sex and Innocence could tell by the grimaces and groans that it must be very uncomfortable.

Another cat-suited mistress was pounding a huge dildo into the ass of another naked and collared male.  His grunts and howls told Innocence that the violation of his bowels was very painful.  The entire scene was surreal to her.

“Do you let them do this to you, Mistress?” asked Innocence in a whisper.

“Sure,” replied Kaitlin, glibly.  “It’s fun to be on the bottom occasionally.  Although, I much prefer to be the owner.”

“Wow,” breathed Innocence.

“And I’m going to love owning you.  And I’m going to love owning these.”  Kaitlin illustrated what these were by placing her hands beneath Cency’s bound breasts and bouncing them a few times.  Innocence blushed again and looked around to see if anyone was watching.  Unfortunately, most of the people in the room were.  She shuddered as she saw one of the boys walking toward her.

“Nice job, Katy,” he said once he got to them.  “You caught a mature one.”

“Thanks, Andy,” Kaitlin replied.  “I think I’ll keep her too.  But she’s not that mature.  She’s only twenty two.”

“Is it true that she’s you stepmother?” he asked.  Innocence cringed as she heard the words.  Pretty soon the whole world would know.

“Yeah, it’s true,” she grinned.  “My dad’s so good to me.  He married her and then gave her to me.”

Innocence blinked as she heard the latest words.  That was not how she understood the relationship.  What happened to co-ownership with Richard being the primary owner?  It was probably just Kaitlin being boastful, she decided.

“Nice dad,” he commented.  “I wish my dad would give me a toy like this.”  He reached up and stroked Cency’s left breast, causing her to cringe again.

“She seems well behaved,” he continued.  “I hear you got her only a few days ago.”

“She’s okay,” replied Kaitlin.  “She still has a ways to go in the training department.  In fact, she’s only one error away from a black collar tonight.”

“Oh, I’d better use her now while I can, then,” he said.  “Once she’s wearing a black collar, everyone will want her and it will be hard to even get close.”

“Go ahead and use her if you like,” offered Kaitlin.  “But I get to watch.”

“Kinky,” said the boy.

Innocence rolled her eyes as once again a stranger attached his leash to her collar and led her away.  Kaitlin was right beside him as the went upstairs and found another open room in which to debauch her.

“Use her ass,” instructed Kaitlin.  “I want to play with her pussy.”

Innocence gasped when she heard Kaitlin’s remark.  “No!!! Not that!!!  Let him fuck my pussy if he has to fuck me at all!!!”

Kaitlin sighed.  “Poor pet.  I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this.  Now I have to go find a black collar.”

Then she turned to Andy and held out a fresh condom.  “Here, use this.  I’ll be right back.”

Andy looked back at her.  “A rubber?  I don’t use rubbers.”

“Then you don’t fuck my girl,” insisted Kaitlin.  “It’s my way or the highway.”

“Fine,” replied Andy.  “I’ll go find someone else.”

“Fine,” said Kaitlin as an indignant Andy strode out of the room.  Innocence breathed a sigh of relief at being spared the sodomy but she was still dreading what would happen to her once she wore a black collar.

Kaitlin led her charge back downstairs and found the supply of collars.  She found one that looked to be the right size and then replaced the red one with the black one.  “There you go.  That’s what you worked so hard to earn.”

“Change you mind?” asked one of the dominant girls who was standing nearby.

“No,” replied Kaitlin.  “She did.  She knew what she had to do to get a black collar and she did just that.”

Innocence blinked in disbelief at Kaitlin’s comment.  She didn’t change her mind.  She didn’t do anything to intentionally get a black collar.  She didn’t even want to be here!

“Ooooo!” squealed the other girl.  “I just love pain sluts.  Can I have her first?”

“Sure,” Kaitlin responded.  “I have to figure out where to put her first, though.”

“The cross just opened up a few minutes ago,” the girl said.  “It might still be available.”

“Perfect,” smiled Kaitlin.  “We’ll start her with her back to it.  Then we can turn her around later.”

Minutes later, Innocence found herself tied securely to the cross in a spread eagle position.  Kaitlin positioned a little table next to the table and put the condoms on it along with a little sign that gave instructions for Cency’s use.  It said that condoms had to be used if fucking Cency and that the only limits were club limits.  Innocence wondered what that meant.  She was soon to find out that things were not all that limited when club limits were used.

“She’s all yours, Jillian,” said Kaitlin after Innocence was stretched tightly on the cross.  “Let me just put this in place first.  Open up, sweetie.”

Innocence whimpered as she saw Kaitlin holding up the ball gag.  “Please, Mistress.  I’ll be good.”

Kaitlin smiled and reached up to stroke Cency’s cheek with her fingertips.  “I know you will, sweetie.  I just don’t want to distract the others with your screaming.  Now, open up like a good girl.”

A chill snaked down Cency’s spin at Kaitlin’s words.  What did they have planned for her?  What kind of pain did they plan to inflict upon her?  And why was she even here in the first place?”

Innocence refused to open her mouth to accept the gag.  Kaitlin anticipated this and grasped one of the vulnerable nipples, squeezing tightly.  Innocence shrieked and Kaitlin quickly wedged the gag part way in.  Jillian helped and they were able to stretch the slave’s mouth open.  Kaitlin pushed the gag the rest of the way until it was lodged behind the bound girl’s teeth.  Then the straps were buckled behind Cency’s head and they were finished.

What happened next was totally unthinkable to Innocence.  Jillian got down on one knee and started stroking the petals which were somehow already slick with arousal.  A finger was inserted and Innocence felt unwanted but familiar feelings rushing through her body.  A second finger was pushed in and the feelings intensified.

When the fourth finger was wedged into her sex, Innocence gasped around her gag.  She remembered the girl who was being fisted earlier and she started struggling and protesting.  All that came out was garbled noise but she was quite vocal in her resistance despite being unable to communicate.

All of her complaints and struggles were for naught, though.  Quickly, the thumb joined its partners and Jillian pushed her entire hand into Cency’s body.  Innocence grunted at the stretching caused by the intrusion and then just groaned once the fist was embedded in her sex.

Jillian always enjoyed fisting girls and Innocence was no exception.  In fact, Innocence might be the best in her mind.  Her sex was tight and warm and wet.  Jillian could feel it clamping down on her hand and wrist as she wriggled her fingers inside of the slave.  And she enjoyed seeing the girl’s belly quivering and breasts jiggling as she toyed with the delicious body.

Fingers probed and stroked and Innocence could feel every movement inside of her.  And for some unknown reason, more waves of pleasure shot through her.  She couldn’t understand why her body would betray her so badly.

Cency’s groaning intensified as Jillian leaned forward and touched her clit with her tongue.  She jumped at the unexpected touch and writhed on the cross.  Jillian was truly enjoying the complete control that she had with this older girl.

“Mind if I work on the top?” a male voice asked.  Innocence turned her head and saw a black male standing beside Kaitlin, holding what looked like a kind of whip.

“Be my guest,” replied Jillian as she paused her tongue for a moment.  Then her tongue started flickering again.

The boy reached out and grasped one of Cency’s breasts, squeezing it roughly and coaxing a garbled squeal out of the bound woman.  Then he repeated his action with the other breast, eliciting another squeal.  “These are perfect for what I have in mind.  I’ll have a lot of fun with these.”

Kaitlin had been watching the whole time.  She was loving being able to witness the use of her girl.  At first, she had been reluctant to bring Innocence into this group for fear that things might move too fast and backfire on her.  Now, however, she was glad she did.  This treatment should break through any inhibitions that remained in her girl.

The male pulled the flogger back and then swung it forward, striking Innocence across the chest with a loud smacking sound.  Innocence screamed around the gag as her breasts bounced wildly from the blow.  After the whip fell away, she realized that it didn’t actually hurt all that much.  It was more of a burning sensation than anything else.  But it was still horrible to be whipped across the breasts.

Jillian’s tongue kept fluttering over the juicy clit as her fingers continued to dance along Cency’s vaginal walls.  The belly was quivering wildly now and Innocence was thrashing her head back and forth.  The second blow with the flogger struck and again the breasts became animated from the blow.  It was as the whip touched her sensitive mounds that her orgasm exploded within her.  She saw stars in front of her eyes from the intensity of the climax.  The tongue kept flickering and the flogger continued to whip her breasts.  And for reasons she did not understand, the orgasm continued and intensified until she passed out and hung limply from the cross.

“No limits other than the club’s?” she heard a female voice as she woke up again after passing out.  She was still on the cross and she realized that Jillian still had her fist buried in her sex.  She looked around and, thankfully, the male with the whip was gone.

“That and the condoms,” she heard Kaitlin reply.

“Oh, goody,” the female said.  Innocence watched in horror as the girl reached out and lifted her left breast, squeezing it and plumping it.  “These will be perfect for me.  I haven’t seen any this nice in a long time.”

“I can’t wait to see, Robin,” Kaitlin said.

“Me neither,” said Jillian as she looked up and saw Robin claiming one of the glorious breasts.  Jillian had curled her fingers to form a fist inside of Innocence and was now moving it around inside, knocking against the walls and stretching her opening uncomfortably as she pulled her arm back.

Innocence watched as the newcomer set a jar on the table beside the condoms.  She couldn’t figure out its purpose, though.  It was about eight inches tall and about two inches wide and was filled with a blue liquid.  She saw Robin unscrewing the lid and setting it aside.  Robin reached inside and then withdrew a long slender needle causing Innocence to furrow her brow in confusion.

Robin stepped up to Innocence and Jillian shifted her body to give Robin room.  The fist remained lodged inside the captive body, though, and kept moving around.  It felt like Innocence was being punched inside her sex and she yelped around the gag each time the fist hit her cervix.

Innocence opened her eyes wide in shock as Robin held the needle up to her breast.  She started struggling again and shouting out garbled protests.  This woman was insane!!!  She was going to stab her!!!

Robin lifted the captive’s left breast and positioned the needle above the breast near the base of the sensitive mound.  Innocence watched in shock and continued to mumble protests and pleas for mercy.

“These are so exquisite,” Robin said.  She leaned down and kissed the upper swell of the breast that she had claimed.  Then she pushed the needle downward.  Innocence shrieked as the point came in contact with her tender flesh and she looked down, seeing the needle tent the skin inward.  Then she gasped as the skin yielded and the needle entered her body.  She watched in horror as Robin continued to push the needle into her breast until only an inch remained outside.  She felt every inch of the needle’s progress through her body.

“Lovely,” admired Robin.  “Just lovely.”  Then she turned to Kaitlin who had been watching with great interest.  “I could use even longer ones with her.  She’s got a nice set.”

“Yeah, I love them,” agreed Kaitlin.  “They’re always just begging to be enjoyed.”

Jillian started flickering her tongue over the juicy clit again and was now pumping her fist inside of Innocence.  She would pound the sensitive cervix, sending waves of pain through Cency, and then pull back to put strain on the tight opening.

Robin fished another needle out of the blue liquid and then repeated the ritual on the right breast.  Innocence was babbling incoherently at this point and thrashing her head back and forth.  Again, she watched with horror as the needle slowly disappeared.

Cency’s belly was quivering again and she could feel an orgasm approaching despite all of the abuse she was suffering.  The fist kept sending cramps and waves of dull pain through her body.  The needles kept getting pushed in, sending sharp pain through her chest.

Eventually, there were eight needles in each breast, arranged symmetrically around the firm mounds near the base.  Robin had two more needles that she wanted to place.  Innocence was horrified once again as Robin placed the point of the first needle at the center of her left nipple.  She shrieked around the gag as it was pushed in.  As the process was repeated on her right nipple, her body exploded in orgasm again and she passed out.

“I just love a good pain slut,” commented Robin as Innocence hung limply on the cross.

“Yeah,” said Kaitlin.  “I never knew that about her.”

“It looks like she’s a natural black collar,” said Jillian as she pulled her very wet hand out of the captive’s body.

“I guess so,” agreed Kaitlin.

The rest of the party was humiliating but the incident with the needles turned out to be the worst part of the evening.  She was removed from the cross when she reawakened and turned so she was facing it.  She was fucked in the pussy by two of the males.  One of the girls used a strap-on to fuck her and one of the guys fucked her ass.  Between fucks, her bottom was paddled once and her back was whipped.  She continued to howl out garbled protests around her gag as her body was abused.  The only saving grace about that part of the evening was that she did not have to look at her abusers.  Instead, she looked at Kaitlin who stood in front of her and smiled as she watched her girl being enjoyed by the others, occasionally toying with the ripe breasts of her slave.

After her ordeal on the cross, she was secured to another cross, although this one was horizontal and could be rotated.  Nipple clamps were placed on her sensitive little buds, causing her to howl again.  And then she was fucked.  She lost track of how many cocks and dildos were plunged into her body and even some of the male subs were allowed to enjoy her body.  She also lost track of the number of times she climaxed but knew it had to be more than a dozen.

The party finally broke up at about two o’clock in the morning.  Kaitlin secured the cape on her and bound her arms again in the leather straps.  Then she was returned home and released from all of her bindings.  She slept the night with Kaitlin, spooned up against her young owner’s back.

To be continued

Chapter 11

Innocence struggled downstairs at about noon the next day.  Richard was sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book.

“There’s my lovely,” he said.  Even with her hair a bedraggled mess, she was still beautiful.  “Kaitlin told me about last night.  It all sounded so thrilling.”

Innocence stopped in her tracks and just stared at her husband.  She was astounded that he could think her evening had been thrilling.  What had Kaitlin told him that would indicate that?

“Richard, I was fucked,” she replied.  “I was sodomized and fisted and paddled and whipped.  My nipples were crushed with clamps and my breasts were skewered with needles.  What part of that sounds thrilling?”

“All of it,” he grinned.  “And it’s Master, by the way.  I especially liked the part about the needles.  I’ve never thought about that.  We’ll have to try that at home some day.  It should be fun.”

“You can’t be serious!”

“That’s you can’t be serious, Master,” he corrected her.  “It looks like we’ll have to have a little remedial training later.”

“Sorry, Master,” she said, chastened by his words.

He stepped up to her and reached out, opening her robe and sliding it off her shoulders.  He dropped it to the floor and then lifted her breasts, examining them closely.  “These look none the worse for wear.  It couldn’t have been all that bad.”

“It was all very humiliating, Master,” she replied.  “Please don’t make me do that again.  Please.”

“I didn’t make you do it this time,” he said.  He squeezed the breasts that rested in his palms.  “Your other owner did.”

“Yes, Master,” she sighed.  “But do I have to have two owners?  Can’t I belong to just you?”

“Well, I can ask her,” he offered.  “But I already know the answer.  She adores you and wants very much to own you.”

“Master, I am supposed to start classes next week,” she said.  “With Katy going to the same school, it could be awkward if she owns me.”

“You will be working on your doctorate,” he replied.  “She’s just an undergrad.  You’ll never be in the same classes.”

“Yes, Master.  But I could run into her on campus.”

“I don’t intend to let people at the school know that I own you,” he explained.  “There is no reason for anyone to know that Katy owns you either.  I’ll talk to her to make sure she understands that.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Oh, and speaking of your classes,” he continued.  “I would love to be your advisor but that would not be appropriate.  Conflict of interest; nepotism; that sort of thing.  I have arranged for Dr. Grimm to be your advisor.”

Innocence gasped.  Dr. Susan Grimm was just what her name implied: grim.  As far as Innocence could tell, she had no sense of humor whatsoever and struck fear into most students.

“Oh, Master,” she responded.  “Couldn’t I have a different one?  I hardly know Dr. Grimm and I have such better relationships with others in the faculty.  Surely one of them would be a better choice for me.”

“You will just have to trust me on this, Cency,” he said to her.  “She will be a perfect fit for your doctoral thesis topic.”

Innocence blinked.  “I have a topic for my thesis already?  I didn’t think I had to come up with a topic until my second year.  I haven’t even thought about it yet.”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you,’ he smiled.  “Yes, you have a topic.  I selected one for you to help you along.”

“Oh,” she nodded slowly.  “What is my topic?”

“The Emotional Aspects of Surrender:  The Politics of Submission in a World that Romanticizes Domination.”  He smiled proudly as he announced it to her.  “It has the potential to be groundbreaking.”

“Oh,” she nodded slowly again.  “And Dr. Grimm can help me with that topic?”

“Oh my, yes,” he replied.  “You’ll have to read some of her papers.  She’s an acclaimed expert in domination and submission theory.  And she has done extensive field research on the matter.  In fact, she’s getting ready to start a new study and was starting to look for a research assistant when I talked to her about you.  It should be a perfect fit and should be some thrilling research.”

“Wow,” exclaimed Innocence.  “I had no idea.  What exactly will this study be examining?”

“I’ll let her explain it to you,” he smiled.  “I told her to expect a call from you to schedule an appointment.”

“Wow,” Innocence repeated.

Two days later, Innocence was seated in Susan Grimm’s office.  She sat nervously across the desk from the stern looking professor.

Susan Grimm was actually an attractive woman when you ignored the way that she dressed herself.  The thirty five year old professor was much taller than Innocence at close to six feet.  She had black hair and a pretty face.  And as near as Innocence could tell, she had a nice body.

But she seemed to do everything she could to make herself unattractive.  Her hair was always tied up into a bun.  Her face was always adorned with an ugly pair of glasses that made her look like a spinster.  And she always wore black.  The color worked well but there was never any variety and never any brightness.  It all worked to make her look so stark.

“Dr. Blackwell tells me that you wish to research submission as part of your doctoral work,” the professor started.

“Yes, Dr. Grimm,” replied Innocence, even though she was not sure that was the topic that she really wanted to focus on.

“Very good,” said the professor.  “It’s a topic that is relatively unexplored from an academic point of view, aside from what little research I have published.  There is much that we can explore together.”

“That would be very good, Dr. Grimm,” Innocence responded.  “I appreciate you considering me for your research.”

“I must warn you,” Susan continued.  “It is a difficult topic to research.  While many people enjoy domination and submission, very few will admit it.  It has become somewhat of a taboo, although I can’t understand it for the life of me.  It seems perfectly natural to me.  It is found naturally throughout the animal kingdom.  I’m sure you have heard of Alpha Males and Alpha Females.  The others in the pack or herd simply and naturally submit to their domination.”

Innocence just nodded and let the professor continue.

“I have found that the best way to understand the lifestyle and its psychological implications is through immersion,” the professor went on.  “By becoming a part of the scene, one can get access to subjects and can often witness the impacts that the various roles have on people.”

Innocence let out a small gasp.  “You become a submissive, Dr. Grimm?”

Susan laughed.  “No, my dear.  I do not become a submissive.  I become an Alpha Female.  During field research, I am known as Mistress G.”

“Wow,” exhaled Innocence.

“I propose that you assume the role of the submissive for our field work.  That should allow us to cover all bases.  Plus, it should help us to get access to more groups.  There are only so many groups that a single mistress can get into without a slave of her own.  You will play the role of that slave.”

“Wow,” Innocence repeated.  “A slave.”

“It will only be for the research, Innocence.  I don’t plan to take ownership of you so don’t worry.  Although the thought does have some appeal.  You are quite lovely and would probably be a very good slave.”

Innocence blushed at the compliment.  “Thank you, Dr. Grimm.  You are very pretty too.  When would the research start?”

“I’ll get into that in a moment,” Dr. Grimm replied.  “First, I should give you some warnings before you commit to the topic.”

“Yes, Dr. Grimm?” replied Innocence as she looked up at the professor again.

“First, you should know a bit about the lifestyle,” Susan explained.  “At their gatherings, either large or small, there can be quite a bit of nudity, especially with the submissives.  It is not uncommon for a dominant to show up at an event with his or her submissive already naked.  And it is quite common for dominants to unveil and display their submissives at some point during the event.  Even the dominants sometimes wear revealing outfits that can expose some of their body.”

“But that should not be off-putting for you,” Dr. Grimm continued.  “I understand that, as Dr. Blackwell’s teaching assistant, you were frequently either partially or fully exposed for some of the classroom demonstrations.”

Innocence nodded and felt her cheeks blushing at the professor’s words.  “Yes, Dr. Grimm.  Several times last year, I was undressed for a demonstration.”

“Good,” smiled the professor.  “Then that will not bother you.  Please remove your clothing and we will continue the meeting.  That will assure me that you are up to the challenges of the research.”

Innocence gasped, hoping that she had misunderstood Dr. Grimm.  “Professor?”

“It’s understandable if you are shy or ashamed of your body,” explained Susan.  “This research is not for the faint of heart or for the insecure.  But it’s best if we discover this now instead of with our research subjects.  Now, be a good girl and remove your clothes.”

“But Dr. Grimm,” complained Innocence, but she was cut off by the stern looking professor.

“No buts, Ms. Blackwell,” Dr. Grimm interrupted.  “I can see that this is not a topic that you are suited for.  Find another research topic and we will arrange a suitable faculty advisor for you.”

Innocence stood and started unbuttoning her blouse.  “I’ll do it.  It was just so sudden.  I wasn’t prepared for anything like this.”

She folded her blouse and placed it on a corner of the desk before continuing.  “It’s true that I’m shy, Dr. Grimm.  But I’m not ashamed of my body.  I’m just having a hard time getting used to other people seeing it.”

“That’s understandable,” replied Susan.  She was having difficulty suppressing one of her rare smiles.  But seeing the girl’s flesh as it became more and more exposed was very pleasing.  “It’s a necessary part of the research, though.  Frequently, we have to make sacrifices in the name of science.”

The skirt was on the desk now and Innocence was reaching behind her back to unhook her bra.  She slid it off her shoulders and then it too joined the other clothes.  Susan sucked in her breath as the magnificent orbs of flesh were unveiled to her for the first time.

“You may leave your shoes on,” Susan allowed as finally the panties were added to the pile, leaving Innocence naked.  “You may sit again.”

Innocence sat down and shivered slightly as her warm flesh came into contact with the cold wood of the chair.

“Let us continue,” said Dr. Grimm as she admired the naked beauty sitting across the desk from her.  She could not believe her remarkably good luck at having the gorgeous blonde as her research assistant.  This would make the project even more fun than it already was.

“Another aspect of the lifestyle that we will be researching that you should be aware of is the sexuality,” the professor continued.  “There is not always sex involved but it is almost always sexual and highly erotic.”

“But that should not be a problem for you even though you are now a married woman,” Susan went on.  “I have already spoken with Dr. Blackwell about it and he is willing to allow you to fully participate in the lifestyle for the sake of the research.  As I said, we all have to make sacrifices in the name of science.”

Innocence gasped at the professor’s words.  She could feel her face blushing furiously at this point.  Had she just heard correctly?  Richard was going to allow others to fuck her and use her sexually?  How did these things keep happening to her?

“And one last thing that I should warn you about is the pain.  Frequently pain is used and, as the submissive, you would be a recipient of it.  Sometimes it is applied recreationally for the simple entertainment of the dominant.  Other times, it can be applied in more measured doses to heighten the arousal of the submissive.  Stand up and come around to this side of the desk.”

Cency’s blush intensified as she stood up.  She moved to Susan’s side of the desk and then bent down when the professor instructed her to.  Then she watched in horror as Dr. Grimm reached out and grasped her breast, fondling it and squeezing it before applying a clamp to her nipple.  She yelped in pain and then yelped again as the process was repeated with her other breast.

“Return to your seat and we will discuss the early steps in the research.”  Innocence continued to blush throughout the rest of the meeting as she sat naked before the professor with her nipples burning on her chest.

Chapter 12

“I guess it went fine,” Innocence explained to Richard that night.  “She accepted me for the research.”

“Good,” nodded Richard.  “I figured it would be a good fit.  I know she has a bad reputation among the students but she’s really a good woman once you get to know her.  You will like her.”

“I hope so,” said Innocence.  “But she’s always so stern.  She can be kind of scary at times.”

“Give her a chance,” Richard replied.  “I think you’ll get along fine with her.  What’s the next step?”

“I start with a lit search.”  Innocence described the early phases of the project.  “Dr. Grimm thinks it will be pretty unfruitful but it’s a necessary step in the research.”

“Yes,” agreed Richard.  “Mining the literature for past studies is always a necessary part of research.”

“And next week, we start the lab portion of the study,” Innocence continued.  “Dr. Grimm says we need to establish some baseline data, whatever that means, before we go into the field.”

“Excellent,” smiled Richard.  He would have to ask his colleague to record the lab sessions.  He could only imagine what Susan would be doing to his delectable wife.  “It sounds like you are off to a good start.”

The following Monday, Innocence was back in Dr. Grimm’s office.  Once again, she was naked and sitting in the wooden chair opposite the professor’s desk.  A piece of paper was in her hand and she was studying it as the professor spoke.

“Today, we’ll start to get the first baseline data,” Dr. Grimm explained.  “This will be a set of body readings for normal everyday activities.  Then on Friday, we’ll move into more controlled measurements of the same readings in a stimulated but controlled environment.  These will be helpful for comparison purposes once we start to collect field data.”

“That makes sense,” nodded Innocence.  She actually had no clue what all of this meant but she did not want her ignorance to show.

“Okay then, hop up here,” instructed Susan.  “Let’s take some readings.”

Innocence’s eyes grew wide when she saw where ‘here’ was.  The professor had gotten up from her desk and was now standing beside what looked like a cross between a dentist’s chair and a gynecologist’s examining table.  She hadn’t noticed it during her earlier meeting with the professor and she wondered why on earth a psychology professor would have something like that.

Innocence groaned as she got up from her chair and crossed the room.  The cool leather of the chair chilled her as she sat down and leaned back and she felt goose flesh forming over her body.

“For the next few days, we will take readings that represent normal life.  We’ll do one hour at rest, one our standing, and the rest of the day will be every day activities.”

“What kinds of readings?” asked Innocence.

“Some are normal vital signs,” replied the professor as she wheeled a table next to the chair where Innocence sat.  “Pulse, blood pressure, oxygen content and things like that.  Some of the other measures will give us a reading on arousal levels; things like lubrication for example.”

Susan adjusted Innocence in the chair before she started working.  Cency’s face exploded in crimson as Dr. Grimm lifted each of her legs and placed her feet in the stirrups.  This was so embarrassing to be exposed like this.

Sensors were taped onto Cency’s chest in several places.  Several others were taped onto her upper arms and thighs.  “These will measure the normal vital signs.”

“Don’t you need to connect them to something?” asked Innocence as she saw the little taped things spotting her body.

“Wireless,” replied Susan as she held up a small box.  “We’ll have to be wireless when we go into the field so we might as well start there.”

“Oh,” replied Innocence.  That made sense, she supposed.

“Now I will need to touch you a bit for the rest of the sensors,” said Dr. Grimm.  “Keep in mind that this is all in the pursuit of science.”

“Yes, Dr. Grimm.  I understand.”

Again, Cency’s eyes flew open wide as she saw what the professor was holding in her hand.  And she shuddered as Susan reached for her left breast.

“Let’s just stiffen this up a little bit,” said Dr. Grimm.  She used a finger to flick the sensitive nipple several times.  Innocence shuddered again as she felt the flicking and saw her nipple stiffen instantly.  “Are you cold?”

“No, Dr. Grimm.  I’m not cold.  It’s just that those are very sensitive.”

“Good,” nodded the professor.  “That will be important in the research.”  She stopped flicking and then gripped the nipple.  She rolled it back and forth several times and then started stroking it, stretching it slightly away from Cency’s chest.

Innocence closed her eyes.  It was too embarrassing for her to watch her nipple responding to the stimulation, even if it wasn’t meant to stimulate.  It was all for science, after all.

Susan Grimm was loving this even if her delight was not registered on her face.  During her research into domination, she had discovered her true calling:  mastering beautiful girls.  And Innocence was indeed beautiful.  She was truly enjoying toying with the girl’s ripe breasts.  Finally she stopped manipulating the lovely nubbin.

“This is made to my own specifications,” Susan said as she held up the clamp.  Innocence had to open her eyes to see it.  “The sensors are built into the jaws and the transmitter is inside of this ball.”

Innocence saw a pair of serrated jaws being held open and saw the vicious teeth on each of the jaws.  Dangling from the clamp was what looked like a round red gemstone.  She watched with wide open eyes as the professor fit the teeth around her nipple and then let the jaws slowly close.

“Arrrrggghhhh!!!” groaned Innocence as she felt the teeth biting into her sensitive little bud.  Instantly, pain shot through her chest.

“It stings a little at first, I suppose,” commented Dr. Grimm.  “But it goes away quickly.”  In all honesty, she did not know if it would go away or not.  She had never worn the cruel little devices.

Dr. Grimm moved to the other side of the chair and started flicking again on the right nipple.  And again, she started stroking and stretching the little nubbin.

“This one doesn’t seem as responsive.  Let me try something else.”  In fact, the little bud was just as responsive as its twin and was already quite stiff.  But Susan wanted to have a little more fun.  Innocence was again horrified as she watched Dr. Grimm lower her head and then groaned as she saw the professor suck the nipple into her mouth.  She had to close her eyes again to block out the view.  It was just all so humiliating to her and she couldn’t take it.

Susan pulsed the little berry in and out several times and then raked it with her teeth before pulling her head back and stretching it away from the girl’s chest.  It was delicious and so deliciously wicked to be toying with this beauty in her office.  She finally released it and quickly clamped it, eliciting another groan from Innocence.  “There we go.  All set and we’ll start checking the readings in a few moments.”

“Good,” hissed Innocence through gritted teeth.  The pain in her nipples was intense at this point.  “But I think you might have made them too tight.”

“No, dear.  They have to be that way to ensure that we have good skin contact for the sensors.”

“Arrrggghhhhh!” groaned Innocence as she tried to endure the pain.

“Okay, three more sensors and then we’ll start taking the readings.”  Susan moved between Cency’s legs and, to Cency’s shock, touched her sex.  Innocence nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt the two fingers stroking along her exposed and vulnerable labia.

“Professor!” she gasped.

“Settle down, Innocence,” scolded the professor.  “Remember, this is for science.  It would be quite another thing if I was doing this for my own pleasure.”

But she was doing this for her own pleasure, as well as for science.  She leaned down and looked at the parted labia, causing Innocence to blush again.  It was beautiful.  It was like a lovely flower opening up in bloom.  And she was surprised at how amazingly wet the girl was already.

“We’ll try it without lubrication, “Susan said.  “It doesn’t look like you’ll be needing it.”  This caused Cency’s blush to deepen even further.  The professor must think I’m a slut, she thought.

“Oh gaaaawwwd!!!” exclaimed Innocence as she felt something cold and hard being placed at her sex.  Then she groaned as the professor started pushing the thing into her.  “Wait!  Wait!  Wait!”

“Science, dear,” replied Dr. Grimm.  She reached up and gave one of the luscious breasts a squeeze as most would do to an arm to reassure someone.  She watched as the fat object stretched Cency’s labia wider apart and then she saw it disappear into the girl.

“This measures many of the indicators of arousal.  It also measures vital signs but it needs to be calibrated to your body.  We’ll be doing that over the next few days.”

“Oh god,” groaned Innocence.  She could feel the fat object lodged in her sex and shook her head in disbelief that all of this was happening to her.

“The next one does the same thing as the last one.  We’ll always use just one or the other but we might as well calibrate them both at the same time.”  Susan then turned a crank and Cency’s legs separated further and lifted.

Innocence yelped again as she felt another hard object pressing against her little sphincter.  “Oh god, no not there!”

“Relax dear,” commented Dr. Grimm.  “I lubricated it.  And it’s much narrower than the other one.”  She pushed and was met with some initial resistance.  But quickly, the little sphincter yielded and the cylinder was pushed into Cency’s rectum.

“Oh god,” Innocence groaned again.  She could feel every inch of the tube’s invasion of her body and again she shook her head in disbelief.  Finally, it was fully lodged inside of her and the professor gave the student’s breast another reassuring squeeze.

“One last sensor and then we’re done,” said Susan.  “This one might sting a little.”

Cency’s eyes flew wide open again as she felt Dr. Grimm’s fingers at her sex again.  She looked down across her body in horror as she saw the professor gripping her clit and tugging on it.  “Dr. Grimm!!!”

“Just a second,” Susan replied.  Then she produced a clamp identical to the ones that were punishing the girl’s nipples.  She flicked the vulnerable clit several times and then attached the clamp to the tender little bud, causing Innocence to howl in pain.

“There we go,” said Dr. Grimm, looking up at Innocence again.  “What was it you wanted to say?”

“Oh god,” groaned Innocence.  “Ohmigod!!!”

“Well, you just lie there until you remember,” Susan said.  “We’ll start to take the readings and do the calculations.  Try to relax and, whatever you do, don’t move.  We are taking these readings at rest.”

Innocence groaned again.  How could she relax?  She had three burning points of pain.  And she felt her pussy and ass stuffed full.  Then she felt the professor tugging on her pubic hair.

“This might have to go.  Let’s see if it interferes with the sensors first, though.”  Susan was resting her hand on Cency’s belly, rubbing in slow circles until she slid her hand down to stroke her fingers across the girl’s pubic hair.  “Let me go check the data.”

Dr. Grimm returned to her desk and busied herself at the computer.  Innocence watched her type a few things on the keyboard and then check her monitor again.  This was repeated about a dozen times and then the professor stood up again.

“Okay, the sensors we will be using are calibrated now.  Let me just take off the taped ones.”  She started pulling off the little pieces of tape and setting them on the table that was beside Cency’s chair.

“Couldn’t you remove the other ones instead?” asked Innocence.  “Especially the ones inside of me?”

“Oh, no,” responded the professor.  “Those are the most important ones.  You’ll always be wearing at least one of those each time we go into the field.  Not only do they monitor your body but they’re also the wireless receiver for these.”  She illustrated what ‘these’ were by flicking one of the red balls attached to Cency’s nipples, causing Innocence to howl as fresh pain shot through her body.

After Innocence had lain in the chair for an hour, she was told to stand in the center of the room.  Susan admired the beautiful body for another full hour and made notes on ways she would explore and enjoy it.  Then she had Innocence get dressed and go on about her day.  She went about her normal day with the three clamps and two plugs in place and returned at the end of the day to have them removed.

Chapter 13

“Brilliant!” admired Richard when she described the events of the day to her husband over dinner.  “She’s such a genius when it comes to her research.  I never would have thought about the embedded wireless receiver.”

“It was pretty embarrassing,” admitted Innocence.  “And she says I’ll always be wearing one of them for the field research.”

“Brilliant,” Richard replied.  What he didn’t say was why he thought it was brilliant.  But he realized that having two different plugs would allow Susan to make either Cency’s ass or her pussy available for play at the domination and submission events.  And she would still be able to collect her data.

He had been in meetings all day so he had not had a chance to watch the “research preparation.”  Tomorrow, he would watch the live feed of his colleague molesting and toying with his wife.

The following day found a naked Innocence in the chair again with her feet in the stirrups.  Her nipples and clit were once again clamped and her pussy and ass were stuffed with the two devices.  After the hour of taking readings at rest, Susan walked to the chair and removed the clamp on the girl’s clit.

“We’re going to have to get rid of this little bush, Cency.  It’s interfering with some of the sensors.”  That was a lie but she knew that Innocence would never realize it.  The truth was that she just wanted a sleeker and more erotic looking slavegirl to enjoy and to display at the events.

She produced the shaving cream and slowly rubbed it into the little patch of hair, letting her fingers glide lower to travel over the slick petals.  Then she picked up the razor and scraped it over the girl’s mound over and over again until it was completely denuded.  She wiped off the remaining foam and then returned to her computer.

“Oh, we have some slight arousal measurements,” said Dr. Grimm as she returned to Cency’s side.  In truth, there were significant arousal indications showing on the screen.  “I want to get a full arousal measurement so we can continue to calibrate the devices.”

“Full arousal?” asked Innocence.  “How do we do that?”

“Leave it to me, dear,” said the professor.  “I’ll do all of the work on this one.  You just try to concentrate.”

Innocence gasped as she watched the professor reach between her thighs and then groaned as Susan’s fingers found Cency’s clit.  Innocence closed her eyes in shame as the fingers stroked her so intimately.

Susan was loving the sight before her.  The naked girl was blushing beautifully.  Her body kept tensing as the fingers explored and experimented, causing the delicious breasts to quiver and quake.  Soon, the belly was quivering also and, within a couple of minutes of play, the beautiful slavegirl was climaxing.  It was the perfect orgasm as far as Susan was concerned.

“Oh god,” stammered Innocence after she recovered.  “I’m so sorry.  I can’t believe that just happened.”

“It happened because I made it happen, girl,” replied Dr. Grimm.  “It was necessary to continue to calibrate the instruments.”

Innocence blushed at being called girl.  She probably would have expected that during the field phase of the research when she was in role as a submissive, but not in the hallowed halls of academia.  Maybe she should say something about it to the professor so that she didn’t make that mistake again.

Dr. Grimm was at her desk, pecking away at her computer and checking her monitor.  Frequently, she entered a few more keystrokes and then would return to the chair that held Innocence.

“I made a few adjustments,” Susan announced.  “We need to do it again to check the calibration.”

Innocence gasped.  “Again?  Again what?  Another orgasm?”

“Exactly,” nodded Dr. Grimm.  “I’ll do all of the work again.  Just lie back and try not to get distracted.”

“Ohmigod!!!” groaned Innocence as she saw the professor’s hand returning between her thighs.

Dr. Grimm stroked the satiny, wet folds several times, enjoying the feel of the girl.  She couldn’t believe that Richard had volunteered his wife for this particular research project.  Surely he must know that Innocence would be treated as a slave by her.  And surely he must recognize that Innocence would be used sexually by her and by others who she designated.  What husband would permit that? 

But that was not her concern.  She was the beneficiary of his lack of judgment.  And if things went as she hoped, she would get a fantastic piece of research and a new slavegirl out of her efforts.

She curled a finger and let it probe lightly between the slick petals.  She pushed her digit deeper into the girl, feeling the warm, wet sex almost gripping it.  She looked at Cency’s face and saw that the girl’s’ eyes were closed.  Her brow was furrowed and she was blushing, indicating that she was highly embarrassed by the situation she found herself in.  It was beautiful.

Susan eventually removed her finger from its warm hiding place and started to slowly stroke the girl’s clit which was engorged now with her arousal.  With her other hand, she flicked the clamped nipples, sending the little red balls bouncing and causing the girl to gasp with each flick.  The little sounds, combined with the way that Cency’s body tensed and jerked was just lovely.

She surveyed the naked body to determine what modifications she would make once she owned this little creature.  Frequently she would have breasts enhanced in her girls.  Sometimes she would enlarge their lips.  But she couldn’t find a single thing that she would alter.  The breasts were perfect.  The girl’s narrow waist was perfect.  Her hips and ass were perfect.  Her face was perfect and she already had beautifully pouty lips.

Perhaps she would install rings in the puffy nipples that were currently flattened by the cruel clamps.  And maybe she would install a stud in the girl’s tongue.  But other than that, she would not need to change a thing.

She stroked more slowly this time.  She wanted to prolong the girl’s sweet agony as long as she could.  She loved the way Innocence was blushing furiously and squirming in her discomfort at being handled so intimately.

Despite Susan’s efforts to delay the orgasm so that she could continue to toy with the beautiful blushing girl, however, Innocence turned out to be too responsive.  Without any warning that Dr. Grimm could detect, the girl climaxed.  She let out a groan as her body tensed.  She tried to pull her legs together to protect herself but couldn’t untangle her feet from the stirrups.  Susan continued to stroke the stiff little clit until Innocence was wailing and begging for her to stop.  She finally gave the girl a reprieve and bent over, kissing the panting Innocence on the lips.

“You did well, girl,” she said as Innocence moaned.  “Stay here while I check the instruments.”

“Oh god,” was all that Innocence could manage to utter.

Dr. Grimm was amazed at the readout on her computer when she got back to her desk.  Were the sensors working properly?  The intensity of the readings was higher than she had ever seen.  And, if she was interpreting the data correctly, her future slave girl had just experienced five separate orgasms.  It was remarkable!

To be continued

Chapter 14

Innocence completed the literature search over the next two weeks.  As Dr. Grimm had predicted, there were not many academic studies on the subject.  There were studies on the psychological damage caused by white slavery and some of them would be useful as background information.  But very little had been studied about the psychological aspects of recreational domination and submission.  This would be ground-breaking work.

Dr. Grimm amused herself during this period with further conditioning Innocence for the field phase of the research.  She planed to have the perfect submissive when they emerged from the laboratory and moved into the lifestyle crowd.

Innocence was kept constantly naked when the two of them were together.  Dr. Grimm eventually added various forms of restraint and Innocence usually found her wrists bound behind her back in the professor’s office.

Additionally, the professor acquired a collar which Innocence also wore when she was in Dr. Grimm’s office.  The ornate gold choker fit snugly around the girl’s neck and was inscribed with “Innocence, Lovingly Owned by Susan.”

At first, it was difficult when other people visited the professor’s office.  They would find a naked Innocence either doing something or having something done to her.  Innocence would gasp and blush furiously when the newcomer arrived.  After awhile, however, being on display became commonplace and she even stopped blushing when a professor or secretary or another student would visit Dr. Grimm.

Innocence was surprised at the number of students who showed up at the professor’s door.  She knew that Dr. Grimm was not popular at all and that most students avoided her like the plague.  But there was a steady stream of students who were seeking help or advice from Dr. Grimm.  It never dawned on her that they were only there to admire the naked and lovely graduate student.

Probably the most embarrassing moments were when her own husband would visit.  Somehow, Richard always seemed to show up when Dr. Grimm was actively working with Innocence.  As soon as Susan would touch her sexually, there would be a knock at the door and, invariably, it would be Richard.  He would talk with his colleague briefly and then would stay and watch until Dr. Grimm coaxed an orgasm out of his wife.

“We have two weeks left before we start the field research,” Dr. Grimm told Richard during his most recent visit.  She was sliding a dildo in and out of Innocence’s pussy and occasionally would caress the girl’s clit.  Innocence was once again blushing furiously as her husband watched the other woman using her sexually.  “I will need her 24/7 during that time.”

“Oh, really?” replied Richard.  “Is there that much work to be done?”

“Yes, quite a lot actually,” said Susan as she plunged the dildo deep into Innocence, eliciting a yelp.  “Plus there are some additional aspects to the lifestyle that I want to introduce her to.”

“I guess it’s TV dinners for me for the next couple of weeks, then,” said Richard.

“I plan to keep her at my place,” added Susan.  “Come out any time you want to use her.  I’ll even have her fix you a nice meal.”

“Thanks,” responded Richard.  “I’ll take you up on that.  What are the things you plan to introduce her to?”

“I’ll stop by your office when I’m finished here,” said Susan.  “I’ll fill you in on the training agenda then.”

“I’ll look forward to your visit, then.”  Richard let himself out and Susan returned her focus to her girl.  Innocence raised her eyebrows, curious about what it was that Dr. Grimm did not want to discuss in front of her.  Before long, though, the professor coaxed yet another orgasm out of Innocence and she completely forgot the discussion that had just taken place.

“Oh, my,” said Richard as Susan sat in his office and explained her plans for Innocence.  “You don’t think that will leave emotional scars?”

“I’m certain she will come through it fine,” Susan assured him.  “She’s already pretty submissive.  I just want to make her completely so.  The dogs will be part of that plan, as will the other training activities that I described.”

“Well, being fucked by a dog will certainly be a new experience for her.  Have the dogs ever done that before?”

“Oh, my, yes,” replied Susan.  “I frequently bring home a girl for them.”

“This I have to see,” smiled Richard.  “Let me know when you plan to do that.  What else do you have planned for her?”

“Oh, a lot of things,” said Susan.  “Some are pretty minor.  For example, she will start calling me Mistress exclusively from now on.  It would be too awkward to teach her that here at the university.”

“Some are more dramatic.  I will be introducing her to various forms of punishments such as whipping and the rack.”

“Well, she’s already been introduced to the rack in my class last year.”

“Yes, maybe that won’t be so dramatic for her then.  And I want to introduce other males into her life.  I want to make sure she won’t balk if I give her to a male during the field research.”

“I doubt that she’ll balk,” offered Richard.  “My daughter has already shared her with some of her friends.  She may not like being fucked by strange men, but Katy never said anything about her fighting it.”

“Good, then that part should go easily.  Finally, I want her to pleasure me.  If she can do that, then she will probably be able to handle it when I give her to other women.”

Richard smiled.  “That’s something else that I’d like to see.”

“I’ll have to think about that,” replied Susan.  “I usually don’t like spectators when I am being pleasured.”

“Let me know.  I would love to be a witness.  You are a very attractive woman, Susan.  But I will understand if you decide to keep that part of the training private.”

“Thank you for your understanding, Richard,” Susan responded.  “We have a very busy two weeks ahead of us.  But it should prepare us well for the field phase of the research.  And I think you’ll like the results when I return your wife to you.  She should be the perfect slave for you by then.”

“Well, she’s about as perfect of a slave girl as you can get already,” said Richard.  “But she will certainly be a more experienced slave once you finish with two weeks of training her.”

“By the way, Richard,” added Susan.  “I’m sure that you have not even considered selling Innocence.  But if you ever do decide to, I would be interested in buying her.  I have become quite fond of the girl.”

“To be honest, the thought has never even crossed my mind.”  Then he rubbed his chin.  “How much do you think she would fetch in a sale?”

“Hmmm,” pondered Susan.  “That’s hard to say.  I would guess that you could get at least a million for her.  But I’m out of touch with the market.  I can look into it for you, if you would like.  I can even get some quotes if you want.  I’m willing to match any bid that anybody makes.  As I said, I have become quite fond of Innocence.”

“A million?” replied Richard.  “That’s quite a lot of money for just one girl.  I find that hard to believe.”

“Oh, but Innocence is not just one girl,” responded Susan.  “She’s a remarkable creature.  It wouldn’t surprise me if she fetched into the multi-millions at the right auction.  But, as I said, I’m out of touch with the market.”

“That sounds very interesting,” smiled Richard.  “I might be tempted to sell her for that kind of money.  What would someone do with a girl they paid millions for?  It still seems exorbitant to me.”

“I’m not sure how others would use her,” responded Dr. Grimm.  “But I would keep her as my pet.”

“Let me think about it,” said Richard as he arose from his chair and moved toward the door.  “It’s very tempting indeed.”

“Asshole!” muttered Susan after Richard had left.  She couldn’t believe that anyone could even consider selling his wife into slavery.  At least now she wouldn’t feel guilty when she claimed Innocence as her own and enslaved her.

Chapter 15

Once again, Innocence found herself at a party where the theme was masters and slaves.  And once again, she was attending as a slave.  The only difference between this one and the previous one was that this one was filled with adults instead of teenagers.  She wondered what that difference might mean to what occurred there.

She was wearing two of the clamps which held the sensors.  A microphone had been added to one of them so that sounds and conversation could be recorded.  And the receiver was snugly embedded in her rectum.

The two weeks of final preparation had been grueling.  Dr. Grimm was a demanding taskmaster and required Innocence to quickly learn all manner of slave etiquette such as serving and greeting and kneeling.  She was taught aspects of sex that she never even knew existed, some of which she wished that she did not know even now.  Being peed on was not one of her favorite activities; nor was tonguing another person’s asshole.  But the worst humiliation for her was when she was mated with the dogs.  She felt lower than low as the furry beasts pounded their cocks into her body.

The sex with the many males that Dr. Grimm invited to her home was actually the bright spot for her during the two weeks.  It was both degrading and humiliating to be “given” or “loaned” to another person, but at least the sex was something closer to what she could view as normal.

It surprised her that Richard was taking such an interest in her project.  But he showed up at Dr. Grimm’s home many times during the two weeks and even watched as she was used sexually by others.  At first, she was embarrassed to have her husband witnessing her being fucked by others, especially when he watched one of the dogs taking her.  But eventually, she even got used to that.

This is exactly what Susan was trying to accomplish.  Actually, she had two objectives for the week.  The first was to make sure that Innocence knew the proper etiquette for the community that they would be studying.  The second, and more important, goal was to strip the girl of any will to resist or any sense of morality.  She wanted to effectively break the girl.  And, by all indications, she had been successful.  Innocence now willingly complied with all commands and enthusiastically participated in any activity, regardless of how depraved it was.

All eyes were on the new mistress and her beautiful, nearly-naked slavegirl when they entered the ballroom.  Susan looked radiant with her long black hair styled into a flowing mane.  She wore thigh-high black boots with stiletto heels and opera length black leather gloves.  Her ample chest was barely confined by the corset that wound around her body and constricted her already narrow waist.  And the tiny black leather shorts seemed to be painted onto her skin and highlighted her shapely ass.

Innocence looked diminutive next to her tall mistress.  She wore a tiny white vest that left the inner swells of her breasts exposed and fully exposed a breast when it blew open whenever she turned.  Sheer white pantaloons provided the illusion of covering her from the waist down but, in reality, fully exposed her ass and denuded sex.  All of the white gave her the appearance of a virgin about to be sacrificed.

She wore the ornate gold collar with the inscription that identified her as Susan’s property.  And around each wrist and ankle, she wore a gold cuff that could be used to bind her or attach her to things.  Currently, the cuffs were unconnected and she stood with her hands grasped behind her back.

“So glad you could join us, Mistress G,” a male dominant said after approaching Susan and Innocence.  He held two leashes that led to two nearly naked submissives; a male and a female.  “I hope that you enjoy the crowd that we have here tonight.  And we should have some interesting entertainment later.”

“Thank you for inviting me to your group,” smiled Susan.  “The lifestyle has always fascinated and excited me.  Now that I have a girl of my own, I decided that it was time for me to join.”

“And a lovely girl she is,” admired the man as his eyes traveled up and down Cency’s body.  “Is she new to the lifestyle also?”

“She came to me with a little experience,” replied Susan.  “She and her husband have played at domination and submission but it was pretty limited.  I have expanded her horizons since acquiring her.  I must say that your two are lovely also.”

Innocence glanced at Susan and saw that mistress was visually inspecting the collared man and woman, just as the male had inspected her.

“Thank you,” the male responded.  “I picked them up at the last auction.  Will you be putting your girl up for sale at tonight’s auction?”

“Oh, my, no!” gasped Susan.  “She’s too precious to me.  I could never sell her.  She’s just too valuable to me.”

“Well, you can set the terms of the sale,” explained the male.  “Including the limits and the length of ownership.  Some sales are only made for twenty four hours.”

“Oh, I see,” nodded Susan.  “Maybe I could sell her for a day.”

Innocence gasped at Dr. Grimm’s words.  They were here for research.  How could selling her for whatever period of time or for whatever price help in the research?  This was nuts!

“Yes,” said the male.  “It should be thrilling for both of you.  And it should further expand your girl’s horizons.  I plan to sell this one tonight, but only for twenty four hours.”

He indicated which one he was selling by reaching back and gripping the male sub’s cock and tugging him forward.  The male sub blushed as his cock was used as a leash but obediently moved forward.

“That way, he’ll get a new experience.  And I’ll get a little quality time with his wife.”

“Oh, my,” said Susan.  “You own a married couple?”

“I do.  Husband and wife.  And she can really pole dance, if you get what I mean.”  This caused the wife to blush.

Susan laughed.  “That’s good to hear.  My girl is very good at dancing on top of a pole also.”

“Then perhaps I’ll sell both of mine if you will agree to sell yours.”  The male paused and grinned.  “I wouldn’t mind feeling her dancing on my pole.”

Susan smiled again.  “We’ll see.  I’m still not sure.”

“May I at least see what I would be buying?” he asked.

“Sure,” replied Susan.  “Go ahead.”

“Would you mind holding these?” the male asked as he held out the two leashes.  Susan accepted the leashes to the pair of slaves and tugged them closer.  “I’m Mike, by the way.”

“Nice meeting you, Mike,” responded Susan.

Mike walked slowly around Innocence, letting his eyes roam over her body and started a commentary on his observations.

“Good posture.  Critical in a slave.”

“Elegant limbs.  Very nice.”

“Hips are a touch on the narrow side but she’s still suitable for breeding.”

Innocence closed her eyes and bit her lower lip to stifle a groan.  It was so demeaning to be inspected and assessed this way.  Then suddenly, she felt Mike’s hands gripping her bottom cheeks and squeezing and her eyes flew open wide.

“Oh, excellent consistency,” he commented as he continued to squeeze and palpate Cency’s ass.  “Firm.  Yes.”

He finally released her ass and Innocence felt him wrapping his hands around her waist.  Then he drew his hands up her body to the bottom of her vest which only hung down enough to cover the upper parts of her breasts.  It revealed the lower swells of her breasts.  He stopped his upward movement and then drew them back down to the tops of her pantaloons.

“Soft and tight,” he remarked.  “A nice combination.”

Innocence heard a groan escape this time at the indignity of being appraised as if she was livestock at the county fair.

He moved again and ended up standing in front of Innocence.  She glanced quickly at Dr. Grimm for some kind of moral support but only saw her professor smiling proudly back at her.  She saw Susan’s hand on the male sub’s cock, slowly stroking it, and then she cast her eyes down again.

Mike reached up and opened the vest, exposing Cency’s breasts to his view.  Again he conducted a visual assessment and a verbal description of her attributes.

“Perfectly symmetrical.”

“Nice and full.”

“Perky.”

“This is a very valuable pair, Mistress G,” he observed.

“Yes, I’m quite fond of them myself,” replied Susan.

He released the left side of the breast, letting it fall back in place to partially conceal that breast.  He continued to hold the right side open and reached up, much to Cency’s horror.

He removed the clamp and then gripped her right nipple between his forefinger and thumb, squeezing lightly several times.  Then, unbelievably, he tightened his grip on her sensitive little bud and shook her breast up and down.  She gasped as he moved his hand quickly up and down, shaking her breast in the process.

“Quite firm.  Quite nice.”

He finally finished his inspection of her after examining her teeth and then slipping his hand down into her pantaloons to stroke her labia.  It was all so embarrassing to Innocence.

“She’s priceless,” he finally told Susan.  “How is her intelligence?”

Susan smiled back at him.  “It’s pretty high.  She’s a doctoral student.”

It could not be all that high, thought Innocence.  If she had any intelligence at all, she wouldn’t be in this situation.

“You have a very valuable piece of merchandise then,” he told her.  “You really should consider putting her in the auction.”

Then he went on to explain how the auction worked.  The sub’s “owner” would establish a minimum acceptable price and determine the term of slavery.  Three days was the most common and most people summoned their purchase for a weekend of servitude.  One day of ownership was not uncommon.  A week tended to be the maximum term unless the sub or slave was being sold permanently.  That was how he acquired the married couple.  They had been listed as permanent sales that day.

The owner shared in the proceeds of the “sale.”  A third went to the owner.  A third went to the club to pay for future events such as this one.  And a third was given to charity.

“How much do you think I’d get for a day?” asked Susan.  Innocence again gasped that Dr. Grimm would even consider selling her.

“A lot,” Mike replied.  “A lotta lot.  Thousands.”

“Really?” said a surprised Susan.  “Let’s go sign her up then.”

Again, Cency’s eyes flew open wide.  She couldn’t believe that her professor could even think about selling her body.

“Let me try something first,” Mike said.  “Tom, come.”

The male sub stepped forward and Susan handed the leash back to Mike.  “Remove her pants.”

Tom obediently dropped to one knee and reached up, untying the belt that held the sheer pantaloons up.  They quickly slid down Cency’s legs to puddle at her ankles.  Since Innocence was barefoot, it was an easy task for Tom to slip them off of her entirely, leaving Cency naked from the waist down.

“Fuck, Tom,” instructed Mike.

“Yes, Master.”

The male sub took Cency’s hand and led her a few steps to a table.  A voice was screaming inside the girl’s head, telling her that this was so wrong.  But despite the internal protests, she did not resist and compliantly let the male position her with her back to the table.  Then he lifted her so that her butt was perched on the edge with her legs dangling over the side.

“You may remove her top, boy,” Mike said.

“Thank you, Master.”  Tom reached out and opened the vest, sliding it down Cency’s arms, leaving her completely naked now but for her cuffs and collar and the single clamp that remained on her nipple.  Innocence glanced down and shuddered slightly at the sight of the spear that she feared was getting ready to impale her.  It was not overly thick but it was extremely long.  She knew that she would feel it banging around inside of her if he actually did start to fuck her.

Tom stepped closer and positioned the tip of his cock at the opening to the girl’s love channel.  He placed his hands on her hips and then slowly started to enter her.  Innocence watched the huge pole starting to disappear into her body but then closed her eyes, ashamed that yet another man was fucking her.

“Stop dawdling, boy” Mike commanded as he gave Tom’s ass a smack.  Innocence heard the spank and then gasped as the long shaft sank completely into her.  It banged against her cervix, sending a flash of pain through her body and forcing the air out of her lungs.

Tom pulled back out until only the tip of his cock was encircled by the warm, wet sex of the girl and then started slowly pumping in and out.  Innocence opened her eyes and felt her face erupt into a blush at the sight she saw.  Dr. Grimm was watching her get fucked and was holding the female sub in front of her, forcing her to watch also.  Susan had one of the married woman’s breasts in each hand and was toying with the girl’s nipples.

Mike was inspecting the coupling.  He was bent over with his face only inches from where the cock was slicing into Innocence.  Occasionally, he would straighten up to watch her expression or her reactions.  Eventually, Innocence closed her eyes again and moaned, rocking her head back as the fucking was sending familiar but unwanted thrills through her.

“You may use her tits, boy,” Mike said.  Again, Tom thanked his master and unfastened the other clamp from Cency’s nipple.  He leaned down and alternated from breast to breast, suckling on the ripe nipples and nipping lightly at them with his teeth.

“I think the price has just shot above ten thousand,” declared Mike.  “We should be sure to demonstrate her this way when she’s sold.”

“You can’t be serious!” exclaimed Susan.  “For one night?”

“Yep.  At least ten thousand for one night,” Mike assured her.  “This is prime meat and the buyers will be hungry for it.”

Chapter 16

Innocence was bent over a bar in another room and Susan was slowly withdrawing the plug from her ass.  The nipple clamps had already been removed and set aside for the night.

“But Dr. Grimm…” started Innocence.  She immediately felt and heard the professor spank her ass.

“But Mistress,” she corrected herself,” without the sensors, won’t we lose the data?  And without the data, I’ll just be getting fucked for nothing.”

“Oh girl,” said Susan.  She reached around Innocence and gave her clit a few rubs.  “Fucking you is never for nothing.  But besides, it will still be useful input to the research.  It’s true, we won’t be able to collect data but research is not just about data.  You will be able to collect a lot of good anecdotal evidence.  You’ll have to sharpen your mind so you can remember the important details of the experience.  But I know you’ll be able to do that.”

Innocence groaned in frustration.  She knew that it would just be a wild orgy for the next twenty four hours with no scientific value at all.  It would just be sex for the sake of sex.  Why would Richard have her do this?

Susan had succeeded in extracting the device from her slavegirl and now had three fingers buried in the girl’s bottom.  She had oiled them up and now was rotating her hand, letting the fingers twist inside of Innocence so the girl’s ass was lubricated and ready for use.

The idea of selling Innocence was thrilling to Susan.  She couldn’t wait to see her blushing slavegirl being offered for sale on the auction block.  Her nipples were stiffer than they had ever been in her life and her pussy was pulsing with arousal at the thought of Innocence being offered for sale.  Plus, the idea of making a few thousand dollars in the deal didn’t hurt.  As a teacher, her salary was not all that great.  True, she had a trust fund set up by her father but she never touched that.  That would be used for something special, like buying Innocence when the time came.  She couldn’t wait for tonight’s sale to start.

The idea of being sold was abhorrent to Innocence.  She saw no academic value in it and being treated like livestock at a farmer’s market was about as degrading as she could imagine.  Until now, she could somewhat justify her descent into slavery at the hands of Dr. Grimm as academic research that would help her earn her doctorate.  She could see no redeeming value in being sold as a sex toy to some stranger.

“We only have five items for sale tonight,” the auctioneer announced, calling the assembled group to order.  Innocence looked around and was amazed at the number of people who were now in the room.  There were over a hundred.  She wondered where they had been all night.  This must be a huge mansion they were in.

“So make your choices wisely,” he continued.  “And bid fiercely.  Remember that a portion of the proceeds goes to charity and another goes to support your club.”

The five slaves that were for sale were in cages that lined the wall next to the stage. Innocence groaned as she peered out of her cage at the large group of potential buyers and at her fellow prisoners.  She kept trying to tell herself that this was good input for her research but then kept groaning at her plight and present condition.

She glanced at Tom who was in the cage next to hers.  He did not look panicky or scared at all, which surprised her.  She was terrified.  He has probably done this a lot of times, she finally concluded.

Tom had been a pretty good lover earlier and she thought he would be a great lover if they were alone instead of performing for an audience.  He was kind and tender to her and treated her gently.  His long shaft did bang into her cervix quite a bit, sending pain shooting through her body, but that was only because Mike kept spanking the male sub’s ass.

She scanned the crowd and soon found Dr. Grimm.  She was seated beside Mike and they had Tom’s wife, Becca, draped across their laps.  Mike was toying with Becca’s full breasts and occasionally sucking on a nipple.  Dr. Grimm had one of her gloved fingers inside Becca’s sex and was rubbing her clit with a thumb.  The professor spotted Innocence looking at her and waved to her.  Innocence just sighed again at her impossible predicament.

The auction began and, one by one, the cages were emptied, with their occupants being led to the stage.  There was some demonstration for each of them as part of the warm up to the sale.

The first one was a female who looked to be about Cency’s age and who also had blonde hair.  She was quite busty and had a reasonable, but not great, body.  The auctioneer struck her breasts with a cane to demonstrate how well she marked, eliciting a shriek of pain as the twin orbs were compressed and brutalized.  She was sold for two thousand dollars for three days of service.  Innocence suspected she would be someone’s toy for an upcoming weekend.

A male was second on the block.  His demonstration was to be fucked in the ass with a huge dildo.  Innocence grimaced as she imagined what humiliation the boy must be going through.  But then she noticed that his cock was rock hard and realized that he might be enjoying this treatment.  He was also sold for three days, although his price was one thousand.

Another female was third.  A huge gourd was stuffed into her sex, causing her belly to be distended and then her bottom was striped with a cane.  She was a very attractive brunette and was ultimately sold for seven days for the price of eight thousand dollars.

“We will sell the last two separately but we are going to bring them up to the block together to demonstrate their value,” announced the auctioneer.  The last two cages were opened and Innocence and Tom were led to the stage.  They were both completely naked now but for their collars.

Innocence glanced toward Dr. Grimm and was surprised to see her smiling proudly.  She looked at Becca who had a pained look on her face as she watched her husband being led to the auction block.  Maybe he hasn’t been sold all that much before, wondered Innocence.

“This pair put on a demonstration earlier,” announced the auctioneer.  “We received many rave reviews about the show from those who were able to witness it.  And since they were both being sold tonight, we decided to have a repeat performance that everyone could enjoy.”

A frame made of metal tubes and leather had been moved onto the stage.  Two males led Innocence to the frame and started strapping her into it.  It had a leather seat and a leather pad that her back was pushed against.  It left her reclining back but not quite horizontal.

Her arms were strapped to some of the metal tubes and her legs were strapped to others.  Then they adjusted the device.  First, her arms were pulled out to the side and then stretched backward.  The males were cautious to avoid dislocating her shoulders but she still felt the strain and it caused her to arch her back to try to relieve the stress.

Next, her legs were raised and then separated.  Again, she felt the strain as her muscles were stretched.  Lying the way she was, it was only natural for her to look up.  She gasped as she saw her image on three huge television screens mounted above the stage.  Each showed a different view.  One camera was focused on her face with a frontal view.  A second one was a view of her chest from the side, showing her breasts thrust upward.  The final shot was angled to show her sex.  She felt herself blush as she saw her sex with its bright glistening lips gaping open.  She heard the crowd start to applaud as soon as she started blushing.

Tom was led to the bound girl and the auctioneer gripped his cock.  Tom cringed as yet another male touched him so intimately.  He and his wife had entered this lifestyle voluntarily but he had no idea that there would be so many male on male encounters.

“You don’t look like you need a fluffer, boy,” the auctioneer spoke into the microphone as he stroked his hand along the male slave’s cock.  The audience burst into laughter because Tom was already as hard as a rock.  He had been since the first moment he saw Innocence and, while Innocence had climaxed earlier when they coupled, he had not been allowed to.  “But I’ll offer you one if you want.”

“I’m fine, Master,” Tom replied.

“Then let’s get this show on the road.”  The auctioneer positioned the long shaft at Cency’s petals again and, once again, Tom slowly slid his cock into the amazingly beautiful slavegirl.

Innocence looked at the incredibly long cock again as it stood poised to penetrate her again.  Then she watched in awe as it disappeared within her inch by inch.  She felt it sliding inward and then closed her eyes as she realized that she was being fucked in front of a huge audience.

Once again, Tom was a good lover.  He did not fully penetrate so that he would not hurt her.  He just kept sliding in and out of her and occasionally leaned down to kiss a breast.

The audience had an excellent view of the action.  Those who were seated near the stage could see the cock spearing into the girl and could see it sliding back out, coated with her juices.  But even those in the back of the room could see that.  The camera that was aimed at Cency’s sex provided a wide screen view of the huge cock that was claiming the girl.

At one point, the auctioneer brought the cane down on Tom’s ass.  Instead of showing the blow, however, all three wide screen monitors switched to the view of Cency’s breasts.  The luscious mounds wobbled, but not much, as the cock banged into the girl’s cervix.  Innocence felt a hand grip one of her breasts and then heard the auctioneer making his next statement.

“You saw them in motion.  Firm.  Solid.  Most people would expect them to be full of silicone with action like that.  But these are one hundred percent pure natural.”  He emphasized his point by squeezing the breast and then gripping the nipple, stretching it away from Cency’s chest.

Innocence closed her eyes again, hoping to shut out the world as the cock continued to pound into her.  It was more humiliating than anything she could imagine.  Despite that, she felt her body reacting and felt her orgasm approaching.

If Innocence had her eyes open, she would have noticed that another person had stepped onto the stage.  The three monitors returned to showing her face and breasts and where the long cock was slicing into her bound body.  The one that was focused on her sex zoomed back a bit until Tom’s ass was also in the picture.

It all happened very quickly.  The cane was brought down harshly on Tom’s ass.  He cried out and the force of the blow propelled him forward, fully burying his cock in the vulnerable slave girl.  Innocence was already on the verge of an orgasm when the cock slammed into her cervix.  Somehow, the pain that followed pushed her over the edge and she climaxed.

She cried out from the pain and the cry died off in a deep groan.  She shrieked again as the second figure on the stage brought the cane down directly across her proud but very vulnerable breasts.  Pain coursed through her chest as a second orgasm shook her body.

Everyone in the audience was silent.  Many were watching Cency’s face, seeing the pain etched there for a moment before the look became pure ecstasy.  Others were watching the screen with her breasts, admiring the way they barely moved despite Tom continuing to pound into the girl and admiring the bright red line that ran across the magnificent orbs.  Still others were mesmerized by the steady movement of the long slick pole that continued to piston in and out of the girl’s juicy sex.

After Innocence recovered from her orgasm, Tom was pulled back and his cock slipped out of her warm tunnel.  He groaned at not achieving release of his own but he did not have much time to think about his regret.  The bidding started immediately.

Ultimately, he was sold for five thousand dollars for one night.  This was an unheard of price for a male.  They rarely sold for more than one thousand, regardless of the length of slavery.  The fact that he was standing before the bidders with a raging erection that was still glistening with Cency’s juices probably helped his value.

Finally, the bidding was started on Innocence.  People shouted.  Arms waved.  The price kept climbing and Innocence became more and more worried.  The auctioneer grasped one of her breasts and bounced it in his hand to remind the audience how firm they were.  The bidding escalated more quickly.

In the end, she was sold for fifteen thousand.  This was also an unheard of price, especially since the slavery was only to be for twenty four hours.  The price far surpassed the previous record.

Innocence was led off the stage and into a back room to be prepared for her new owner.  She saw that Tom had already been bound and his leash was being handed to a male standing nearby.  It looked like Tom would be entertaining a gay owner for the next twenty four hours.  She hoped that he would be okay with that.  She gave him a little wave and he smiled back at her.

She was led to a table and then left there by the two males who escorted her.  She watched as Tom’s naked backside disappeared through the doorway as his gay owner tugged on the leash.

“Hello, Cency, dear,” she heard a familiar voice.  “I never imagined I would see you here.  I hoped.  But I never imagined it would happen.”

“Oh god,” groaned Innocence.  She recognized the voice as that of Miss Young, her high school field hockey coach.  She slowly turned her head toward the voice as she wished the earth would swallow her.  “Hello, Miss Young.”

Miss Young stood up and Innocence saw that she was clearly dressed as a dominant and was wearing all black.  She even had a whip and handcuffs dangling from her belt.  She was a tall one at six feet.  Innocence knew she was strong and fast but she was also very shapely and curvy and her outfit highlighted her beautiful figure.

Miss Young came out from behind the desk and stood in front of Innocence.  She reached up and lifted Cency’s breasts in her hands, letting her thumbs brush back and forth across the girl’s already stiff and aroused nipples.  Innocence thought about slapping the hands away but decided against it.  She knew it would not end well for her if she did that.

“You have no idea how long I have wanted to hold you like this,” said Miss Young as her thumbs continued to strum the stiff little nubbins on Cency’s breasts.  “You are my dream slavegirl.”

Innocence blushed again.  She glanced down and saw her breasts in the hands of her old coach.  Actually, her coach was not that old at age thirty.  She had just seemed old to Innocence in high school.  She still could not believe how things kept getting worse for her.  Every time she adjusted to the latest indignity, a new one would be thrust upon her.

“Thank you, Miss Young,” replied Innocence.  “I think.”

Miss Young laughed at the response.  “That’s Mistress Young to you from now on.”

Innocence bit her lower lip nervously and then responded.  “Yes, Mistress Young.  Thank you.”

“You are welcome, sweet girl,” replied Miss Young.  “I’m just sorry that I was not allowed to be in the bidding tonight.  You put on quite a show.  It’s not surprising that you set a new record at the auction.”

Innocence gasped.  “I set a new record?”  What did that mean?  She wasn’t sure that was the kind of feat that she wanted to be known for.

“Yes you did, little one,” said Miss Young.  Now her fingers were gripping the sensitive nipples and rolling them back and forth sending more unwanted thrills through the slavegirl’s body.  “By a lot.  Nobody has ever been sold for that price, even for three days before.”

Innocence groaned at the news.  Why would someone pay that much for her?  What did they have planned for her that would justify that kind of price?

“Please don’t tell anyone you saw me here, Miss Young,” begged Innocence.  She did not want any of her old classmates or teachers to learn of this incident.

“Just what are you doing here?” asked the coach.  She was still playing with the succulent nipples, letting her fingers glide along their length.

“I’m doing research,” replied Innocence.  “This is for my doctoral thesis.”

“Ha!” laughed Miss Young as she gave each of the nipples a pinch causing Innocence to gasp.  “And I’m scouting for talent for next year’s team.”

“Really, Miss Young,” implored Innocence.  “That’s really why I’m here.  I am researching this lifestyle for my doctorate.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter why you’re here,” said Miss Young.  “I’m just here to hand you over to your new owner.  I’ll get a chance to buy you another time.  But I want to do something first that I have dreamed of for years.”

Innocence watched in disbelief as the tall coach lowered her head.  She saw the mouth open as her face got closer to Cency’s breast.  Innocence sucked in her breath as she watched the lips claim her left nipple and then quickly expelled her breath as she felt two fingers stab into her sex.

“Does she taste as good as she looks?” Innocence heard a male voice ask.  Once again, much to her chagrin, she recognized the voice.

Miss Young released the nipple and straightened up, smacking her lips.  “Yes she does.  Very tasty.”

Then the coach withdrew her fingers from the girl’s sex and lifted them to her mouth, sucking on them and licking them.  “Mmmm, delicious.  I take it that you bought this little bundle of pleasure?”

“We did,” the male replied.  “And she does look like a delicious little bundle.”

Innocence was trying to avoid looking at the male but eventually she did, knowing full well what she would see.  As she predicted, she saw Mr. Byron.  And to her surprise, Mrs. Byron was standing right next to him.  They were good friends of her parents.  Once again, she wished the earth would swallow her.

“So nice to see you, Innocence,” said Mr. Byron with a smile as his eyes roamed over her nudity.

“And so nice to own you, Cency,” added Mrs. Byron whose eyes were also taking a tour of Cency’s naked flesh.

Innocence just groaned, shaking her head and closing her eyes again.

To be continued

Chapter 17

“Who is your owner, Cency?” asked Mrs. Byron.  She had stripped down to her black bra and panties and donned a strap-on dildo which was currently buried in Cency’s pussy.  They did not wait long to start using their new toy once they got her home.  “That is, when we don’t own you.”

“Oooophhhhhh” grunted Innocence as the monster dildo plunged particularly deep into her body.  How should she answer that?  Richard?  Richard and Katy?  But they weren’t even at the event to let her be sold.  Plus it would seem too perverted to name them as her owners.  Dr. Grimm?  Even that teacher/student relationship was a taboo.  But that choice seemed to be the least of the evils.

“Dr. Grimm owns me,” replied Innocence.  “Well, she doesn’t really own me.  We were here for a school project.”

Innocence heard a sound in the room and lifted her head to see Mr. Byron stepping back into the bedroom.  He was naked now and was sporting a huge erection.  Innocence gasped when she saw it.  It was not nearly as long as Tom’s from earlier in the evening.  But what it lacked in length, it more than made up for in width.  It looked as thick as her wrist.

“School project, huh?” laughed Mr. Byron.  “I guess I had the wrong major when I was in school.”

“Whatever her major, dear,” said Mrs. Byron as she continued to pump the dildo in and out of Innocence, “we are always willing to help with a girl’s education.”

Mr. Byron laughed again.  “Yes, Trudy.  We are always so giving and selfless.  Is it about my turn yet?”

“Let’s share her, Frank,” replied Mrs. Byron.  “I’m enjoying this delicious little body.  And it should help with her school project.”

Trudy stepped back, letting the dildo slide from Cency’s body.  Then she lay down in the center of the bed with the dildo pointing threateningly upward.  “Put her in position, Frank.”

“Oh god,” muttered Innocence as Frank maneuvered her body until she was straddling the monster that was pointing upward.  Trudy reached between the two bodies and positioned the fake cock until it was at the entrance to Cency’s love channel and then Frank pushed down on the girl’s shoulders, letting the monster impale Innocence again.

“Oh god!” exclaimed Innocence again as she was stuffed once more with the dildo.  “Please don’t tell my parents about this.”

Trudy laughed as she tilted her head up to kiss each of the breasts that were now dangling in front of her face.  “Would they be surprised to learn that their innocent little Innocence was now a lusty sex slave?”

“Oh god, yes they would,” Innocence groaned as her face blushed furiously.  “They would be mortified.”

“Then you should have some motivation to please us,” replied Trudy.  “If we are pleased with your performance, then we might not tell your parents.  But I would have thought you’d be more concerned about your new husband finding out.  What would he have thought about your display on stage tonight?”

Innocence froze for a moment, not knowing how to reply.  The honest answer was that Richard would probably be upset that he missed the lewd use of her body by a stranger.  But she couldn’t say that.  She had no idea what that would lead to if the Byron’s learned that her husband had literally enslaved her and readily loaned her to others.  She might end up becoming a frequent fixture in the Byron household.

“He is very supportive of my studies,” she finally replied, hoping it would satisfy them.  “He knows that science and education require some sacrifices.  And yes, this really is part of my degree program.”

That was probably the last coherent thing she said for the next hour.  As she replied to the question, she felt Mr. Byron’s fingers smearing lubricant in and around her asshole.  She knew what was coming next.  And as predicted, she soon felt the head of his cock at her little pucker, pressing firmly as it sought sanctuary in her bowels.

Cency groaned as the thick tool stretched her.  She howled as she thought she was going to be split in two by the monster log.  All the while, Mrs. Byron kept feasting on her breasts which bobbed and swayed in front of the older woman’s lips.  Finally, Innocence shrieked as the pain became intense.  But just then, the cock gained access and slithered its way deep into her body.

Innocence panted and moaned as the two tools worked in unison on her captive body.  Sometimes they would both plunge in at the same time, filling her completely.  At other times, one would pull out as the other drove in.  Her mind was like a swirling vortex of lust.

Her first orgasm addled her brain but then she was able to regain her senses.  She focused her thoughts as the two friends of her parents kept using her body.  She listened closely so she would be able to answer when they asked her a question.

“I think it’s remarkable that her husband permits this,” said Mrs. Byron.  “But then again, he’s closer to our age so he knows what he’s doing.”

“I’m glad he does permit this,” grunted Mr. Byron.  “This girl has been a wet dream for me since she became a teenager.”

“What does she feel like, dear?” asked Trudy.  “I can tell you that her tits are divine but I can’t feel her wrapped around my cock like you can.”

“Imagine your hand coming out of a bath of warm oil and gripping me tightly,” he responded.  “And you squeeze my cock every few seconds.  That’s the only way I can describe it.  It’s maddening!”

“You don’t have to hold back, dear,” advised Trudy.  “We have her for a full twenty four hours.  You can use her again.  And if you pop one of your pills, you can have her many times.”

“I know,” he grunted as he drove his cock deep, causing Innocence to cry out from the intrusion.  “I’ll be popping a pill as soon as I’m finished.  But I want this first one to last with my wet dream.”

Innocence blinked as she listened to the exchange.  They were carrying on a conversation between themselves and at no time was she included in it.  She was merely an object for their amusement.

Mrs. Byron sucked as much of Cency’s right breast as she could into her mouth and then let her teeth rake along the flesh as she pulled her head back, sending goose flesh to cover the girl’s body.  Then she spoke to her husband again.  “I’m thinking of paying for an extension.”

“That’s awfully expensive,” replied Frank as he kept pounding his cock into the girl’s ass.  “Do you think she’s worth another fifteen thousand?”

Trudy reached down and gripped her husband’s balls, squeezing them lightly and laughing.  “I don’t know, dear.  She’s your wet dream.  What do you think?”

“Extension!!!” he grunted.

Innocence gasped again.  What was all of this talk about extension?  Then she lost focus as Mrs. Byron clamped her teeth down on the dangling nipple, sending Innocence into another orgasm.  Mrs. Byron gave her husband’s balls another squeeze and he erupted in orgasm also, sending his hot juices shooting into Cency’s ass.  He continued to pump into the girl’s bottom as he softened and Mrs. Byron nipped at the other nipple, eliciting yet another climax from the impaled girl.

“She’s a little firecracker,” observed Trudy.  “Yes, I think an extension is just what is called for.”

Innocence shook her head to clear it after she recovered from her latest orgasm.  Mr. Byron had softened and slipped out of her butt, but Mrs. Byron still had her impaled on the huge dildo.  “What’s an extension?”

She felt her ass explode in pain and heard the crack as Mr. Byron spanked her hard.  “What was that, girl?” he demanded.

“Sorry, Master.  I meant what’s an extension, Mistress?”

Frank gently massaged Cency’s bottom which now bore his handprint.  “That’s much better, girl.”

“An extension is just as it sounds,” replied Trudy.  “Or you can think of it as a renewal.  All slaves are sold with an option to extend the term.  Since we bought you for a day, we can extend it to three days.  It will cost us the purchase price again.  But you heard my husband.  You have been his wet dream for years.  I think it’s worth the price.”

“Oh god,” groaned Innocence.  “You can’t be serious!!!”  Her other bottom cheek exploded in pain as Frank spanked her again.  “I mean you can’t be serious, Mistress.”

“Oh, we’re quite serious,” confirmed Trudy.  “We never joke around about the people who we own.”

“Maybe we should invite some friends over for tomorrow night,” said Frank.

“That would be lovely,” smiled Trudy.  “Maybe even invite Paul and Pepper.”

Innocence groaned at the sound of her parents’ names.  “Please, Mistress, don’t do that.  I would die if they ever saw me like this.  Please.  Please.  Please.”

Trudy laughed.  “We’ll have to see about that.  If we grant you that wish, what do we get in exchange?”

Innocence blinked.  “I don’t know, Mistress.  I don’t really have anything.  And you already own me.”

Trudy arched her hips upward, thrusting the phallus deeper into Innocence, causing the girl to grunt in pain, as she kissed each of the delectable nipples again.  “Yes, we own you for a day.  And we are extending it to three days.  Perhaps you could add four more and make it an even week.”

Innocence groaned at the request.  This was so unfair.  But she could not afford to let her parents see her like this.  “Yes, Mistress.  I agree to be owned for a full week.”

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 prices 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 positioni 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.

Chapter 19

The rest of her week as the Byron’s slavegirl was more demoralizing than humiliating.  Once she got over the initial shock of being sold and the embarrassment of being displayed and used at the party, Innocence resigned herself to being nothing more than a sex toy for her new owners.  Frank basically used her as a sperm receptacle while Trudy mostly used her tongue, occasionally altering things to fuck her with a strap-on dildo.

There was one dicey moment halfway through the week.  Once again, her owners were carrying on a conversation between themselves as Frank was fucking her.  Once again, they behaved as if Innocence was not even in the room other than for her pussy.  For most of the conversation, Innocence just lay on the bed silently as she felt the thick tool pounding into her sex.  But when they talked about inviting their daughter over to enjoy the slave, she had to speak up.

“Please don’t do that, Mistress,” she pleaded.

“Why not?” replied Trudy.  “I think Chrissy would like that.”

Chrissy was two years younger than Innocence and was currently a junior at the University.  They had played together often as children although Innocence had never been very fond of the younger girl.  She was always scheming and conniving and always seemed to get Innocence in trouble.  Cency did not trust Chrissy.

“Please don’t let Chrissy see me like this,” she begged again.  “I’ll never be able to go back to the school if word of this gets out.”

The debate ended up costing Innocence an additional four days of slavery to the Byrons but everyone seemed satisfied with the deal.  Frank and Trudy got to enjoy their sex toy for longer.  And the additional extension took some of the sting out of the thirty thousand dollars they had spent for the girl.  Even Innocence was satisfied with the deal.  She had lost four more days of freedom but she was becoming numb to the reality that she was now a slave.  At least she had prevented Chrissy from seeing her and possibly using her.  There was no telling what the devious younger woman would have done with that knowledge.

Eventually, her term as the Byron’s pet ended and she was returned to Dr. Grimm.  She thought it odd that they would deliver her there but they explained that the rules were quite specific.  They had to return the merchandise to the one who sold her.  And since it was Dr. Grimm who sold her and not her husband, she would be sent back to Dr. Grimm.

Susan did not immediately return Innocence to her husband, however.  She kept Innocence at her home for an additional three days which she explained to Richard was for academic purposes such as debriefing and monitoring and other data collection.  In reality, Susan just wanted to enjoy the delightful little slavegirl a little longer.

When she was finally returned to Richard, she had been away from home for a whole month.  Kaitlin wanted to immediately play with her missing pet but Richard vetoed that and took his wife to bed.  He had her describe every perverted act of the previous two weeks as he fucked his girl.

On Monday, she was back in Dr. Grimm’s office, naked as usual, to continue the research.  Once again, she was put in the chair with the stirrups but this time was bound to it.  Dr. Grimm was just finishing putting the sensors in place.

“That should do it,” she said as she pushed the anal probe into Cency’s bottom.  “Now just relax for the next fifteen minutes to try to get into a neutral state and we will begin.”

“Dr. Grimm,” said Innocence but she was stopped short by the icy glare of the professor.  “I mean Mistress.  I’m not sure I can get into a neutral state.  I’m naked and anyone could come in and see me.  That has to have some effect on the readings.  I have clamps on my nipples and clit and I have that thing in my bottom.  How can I possibly achieve a neutral state?”

“That’s a very good point, girl,” replied the professor as she reached out to pat Cency on the cheek.  “You are getting so smart.  We should use the noninvasive sensors to establish a true neutral state.  Then we will have the ‘in role but not stimulated’ state that you are in now.  And we can compare your stimulated responses to both of those baselines.”

Innocence smiled at the response.  It was good to hear praise about her idea.  And now, she would be able to get dressed and only have the other sensors taped to her skin.

“We’ll get those readings tomorrow,” Dr. Grimm continued.  “I have everything set up for today’s experiment.”  Innocence sighed with disappointment.  Well, at least she would get to keep her clothes on tomorrow.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Now, you just relax.  I’m going to work at my desk while the data is collected.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Dr. Grimm sat down and started making notes in her research journal.  Occasionally, she would look up to check the readings on the monitor.  As expected, Cency’s readings indicated that she was moderately aroused which was understandable given the clamps that she had just received and the anal intruder that was inserted; plus being handled and adjusted.  But also, as expected, the arousal level was falling as she sat still with no further stimulation.

Ten minutes went by and the arousal level dropped significantly.  Dr. Grim set the journal aside and picked up the syllabus for the class she was teaching the next day.  When she looked up again, she was surprised to see that the arousal level had increased.  There were several small spikes in the readings and then the readings started escalating slowly.  She glanced at the naked girl in the chair to see if she was doing anything that could produce these results.  But Innocence was just sitting there motionless with her eyes closed.

“What are you thinking about, Cency?”

“Tom, Mistress,” she replied.  “I was wondering what happened to him.  He seemed like a nice guy.  And then I started remembering the way we were exhibited before they sold us.  It was so humiliating.”

It may have been humiliating, mused Susan, but it appeared to be highly stimulating to her girl.  That was good to know.  She made some more notes in her journal.  Then she devised an experiment to determine whether or not Innocence could climax from being humiliating and she jotted more notes in her journal.

Today, however, she planned on learning how pain could stimulate the girl.  For most people, pain erased arousal immediately.  It took their mind off of anything stimulating and focused it on the pain.  But she had seen Innocence climax immediately after a cane had cruelly punished her breasts.  Maybe this girl’s DNA was different.  Maybe she was wired in a way that nobody else was.

She set her journal aside and returned to the bound girl  She had already placed the implements that she would need on the table behind the chair including the cane and dildos of various sizes.  Since Innocence was already thinking of Tom, she picked up the long narrow dildo and started slowly rubbing its tip along the girl’s petals.

“Tell me what you remember about being exhibited with Tom,” Dr. Grim said.  She was caressing the outer swell of Cency’s right breast as she started to slowly insert the dildo.  She wanted to raise the girl’s arousal level and then see what happened when she applied the cane.

“Oh, it was just awful, Mistress,” said Innocence.  “It was so humiliating to be so exposed and then to be used like that in front of a crowd of people.”

“Do you remember if you were aroused by the event?” asked Dr. Grimm as she started slowly stroking the dildo in as far as it would go and then out again.  She saw that it was already shiny from Cency’s juices.

“I don’t remember, Mistress,” said Innocence.  “I’m sure I wasn’t though.  I mean how could anyone be aroused by being treated like that?  It was dehumanizing.”

Susan was pushing the dildo deep and could see by Cency’s grimaces and flinches that she was making contact with the girl’s cervix.  If she was right about her hypothesis, each flash of pain would cause a spike in arousal instead of reducing it.

“Some people do get aroused by things like that,” the professor informed her.  “They take pleasure in having their bodies displayed and offered for use.  I know the others in the room were taking pleasure in it.  You were beautiful up there, dear.  You made me very proud.”

Innocence blushed at the compliment.  She rarely got praise from her professor and had already received praise twice today.  “Thank you, Mistress.”

“And being so vulnerable as the huge cock slid into you was so erotic.”  She pushed the dildo in deep again as she said the words ‘huge cock’ and Innocence moaned.

“So you liked Tom, did you?” asked Susan as her hand continued feeding the dildo into the bound research subject.

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Innocence although it was evident that her breathing was becoming a bit irregular.  “He did seem very nice.  He was very nice to me.”

“He seemed to have a very nice cock,” observed Dr. Grimm.   “Did you like it also?”

Innocence blushed at the question.  “Yes, Mistress, he had a very nice cock.  But it was too big for me, I think.  Or maybe I was just too tiny for him.  It was painful when he pushed all the way into me.”

“Oh posh,” declared Susan.  “My girl can handle anything.”  She pushed the dildo especially deep, causing Innocence to yelp as fresh pain shot through her belly.

“How did it make you feel to know that his wife was watching you make love to her husband on the stage? Susan continued.

“It was very embarrassing, Mistress.  But I did not really consider it making love.  He was being forced to fuck me.  But I was still embarrassed.  His wife must have been horrified to see her husband fucking another woman.”

“She didn’t seem too horrified,” replied Dr. Grimm.  “I had her sitting in my lap and she climaxed twice during the auction.  Once was when Tom was fucking you.”

“Wow,” gasped Innocence.  “I’m surprised.”

“You see, little one?  You are not alone.  Others find comfort in surrendering themselves to others.  You have many slave sisters out there.  And brothers, too.”

Susan realized she needed to make modifications in the office.  Currently, the only way to monitor Cency’s sensors was to be at her computer at her desk.  She made a mental note to put another monitor near the chair where much of the research was done.  She could put it on the counter behind the chair so she could see it but her favorite research subject could not.  She needed to have a way of getting Cency close to climax but to know when to back off before climax.

“Do you remember the last thing that the auctioneer did before you were sold, little one?”

“No, Mistress.  Wait!!!  Yes, Mistress.  He made me cum?”

Susan reached for the table behind Innocence and picked up the cane.  “Yes, girl,” she said as she showed Innocence the cruel instrument.  “He made you cum with this.  And now I will too.”

“Mistress, Mistress, Mistress!!!” cried out Innocence.  “No!!! Wait!!!  Please!!!”

Susan saw the look of panic in the girl’s face.  She couldn’t wait to see what the sensors were recording.  The dildo kept moving in and out of the girl’s sex as she raised the cane.  Cency’s eyes were opened wide in horror.  She struggled in her bindings but could not escape from the inevitable punishment she was about to endure.

THWACK!!!  Dr. Grim brought the cane down swiftly across the upper swells of Cency’s breasts.  The auctioneer had struck the girl across the nipples and Susan would have preferred to duplicate his actions.  But the nipples were currently clamped with the sensors.  She could not afford to disturb them.

Cency cried out from the pain as it felt like her breasts were being sliced off of her chest.  Her body tensed and then convulsed as the orgasm swept through her body.  Susan kept moving the dildo in and out, letting it bang against the girl’s cervix with each plunge.  Innocence gasped with each stroke and her orgasm continued to mount.

Eventually, Susan slowed the dildo and then pulled it out of her research subject.  “Remarkable,” she uttered.

She could not wait to get back to her desk to see the data.  She looked down and kissed Innocence on the lips, hearing the girl moan into the kiss.  She traced her finger along the angry red line that now adorned the girl’s chest, causing Innocence to shudder again.  She smiled and then kissed her pet again.

After Innocence recovered, Susan spoke again.  “I have good news, pet.  We have more field research on Saturday night.”

Innocence tensed at the news.  “Oh no!  You aren’t going to sell me again are you, Mistress?”

“I might,” smiled Susan.  “We’ll have to see.  But remember that it’s my decision; not yours.  I own this delicious little body.”

Chapter 20

“It’s really remarkable,” said Dr. Grimm as she was sitting in Richard’s office.  “Her arousal readings went off the chart and she climaxed as soon as the cane came struck her breasts.  With most people, the readings would have gone way down with the blow.”

“Hmmm,” said Dr. Blackwell as he rubbed his chin.  “That is surprising.  But how do you know that it would go down in most people?”

“Anecdotal evidence is all I have,” replied Susan.  “But I have seen women lose their arousal when pain is applied.  I have seen men lose their erections from a whipping or paddling.  I’m not sure that any studies have been done but I’m sure that arousal is usually reduced from pain.”

“Maybe that’s something that you should study,” offered Richard.  “Some solid academic work on the topic would be very enlightening.”

That night, Susan designed a research project to examine the influence of pain on arousal.  It would initially just be a small sample of five females and five males.  She was sure she would get volunteers from the university once she posted the notice.

Cency’s eyes were wide the next day as she read the research plan.  “Dr. Grimm… I mean Mistress.  Who in their right mind would volunteer for this?  I mean who would willingly accept pain?”

“Well, dear,” replied Susan.  “They won’t exactly be volunteers.  There will be a small stipend for each of them.  And a lot of people will do things that they don’t want to for money.  Plus they won’t see the entire research plan.  All that they will know is that we are doing arousal research.”

“Wow!” said Innocence.  “I sure hope it’s a big stipend.  When do we start the study?”

“Hopefully in two weeks,” Susan said.  “I’ll post the notice today.  We can screen candidates next week and begin the following week.”

“She’s brilliant,” Richard smiled brightly that evening over dinner with Innocence.  “I love her research design.  Her screening tool is very well thought out.  And her method of arousing the subject is sure fire and economical.”

“She didn’t tell me how she planned to screen candidates.”

“It’s pretty simple.  No virgins and nobody who has been into the domination and submission scene.”  Richard laughed.  “Poor Katy.  She won’t be able to earn a few bucks on this one.”

“Oh, that makes sense,” nodded Innocence.  “And how is she going to arouse them?”

“With you, pet,” he grinned.  “Or more accurately, with your lips and tongue.”

“Oh god,” groaned Innocence.  She wondered if any other doctoral students ever had to go through the indignities that her research was dragging her through.

On Saturday night, Susan walked into the ballroom for the latest gathering of the domination and submission crowd.  Richard decided that he should attend but when Susan called to make the reservations for the three of them, she learned that they would need an additional sub.  Married couples could share a sub but unmarried couples each needed their own.  Richard talked to Kaitlin and she agreed to go as the second sub.  So now, Katy was tethered to Susan and Richard held Cency’s leash.  Dr. Grimm would have preferred to have Innocence so she could always be near for the purposes of the research project.  But he also recognized that it would be awkward for a nearly naked Katy to be led around by her father.

Richard was certainly getting an eye full.  Kaitlin was dressed in an outfit that was identical to Cency’s.  Both wore the sheer pantaloons and the tiny cropped vests.  This was more of his daughter than he had ever seen and he marveled at how mature and magnificent her body was.  And both girls soon became the center of attention in the big ballroom.

Displays lined the wall where stalls were filled with vendors offering bondage equipment and gear.  They wandered down the row of little shops, looking at all of the merchandise.  Innocence was the least interested in the goods.  To her, they all just represented new ways of tormenting her.

Kaitlin was the most interested and she had to examine every device and machine that they encountered.  “How do these work?” she asked, holding up two odd looking objects.

“Here,” replied the woman at the stall.  “I’ll show you.”  Then she turned to Susan who was holding Kaitlin’s leash.  “May I?”

“Be my guest,” offered Susan.

Richard’s eyes grew wide as the vendor reached up and slid Katy’s vest off of her, exposing her from the waist up.  This was the first time he had ever seen her full, beautiful breasts and he was mesmerized by the twin mounds of magnificence.  They were as perfect as Cency’s.

The woman took the objects from Kaitlin and pressed a button on each.  They unfolded automatically and the woman moved quickly to attach the clamps to each of Katy’s nipples.

“Yeeeoooowwwww!!!” she cried out.  “They hurt!!!  I’ll take them.”

The vendor laughed at the response and then removed the punishing little monsters.  “She’s a spunky one,” said the woman.  “You must get hours of pleasure from her.”

“Yes,” replied Susan.  “I find her to be quite pleasing.”  Innocence just shook her head in disbelief.

Down the hall, in another room, several demonstrations were underway.  They wandered around the various displays with the dominants leading their subs by their leashes.  One demonstration illustrated decorative rope bondage.  Another was demonstrating a fucking machine in which the sub was bound to a bench and a motorized device was pounding a dildo into the girl.  Yet another one had a wide assortment of paddles that could be tested on subs who were volunteered by their ‘owners.’

“Ooooo, Mistress,” squealed Kaitlin.  “Can we try this area for awhile?”  Again, Innocence shook her head in disbelief.

“No, Katy,” replied Richard.  He was having a difficult time keeping his eyes off of his daughter’s chest.  She had remained topless after trying on the clamps and the glorious, large orbs had been distracting him ever since.  “We are selling Innocence tonight and we don’t want her marked.”

“Oh,” pouted Kaitlin at the news.  “Well could I try it?  No, wait!!!  Could I be sold too?”

Innocence gasped as she learned that she was to be sold again.  It was so unfair.  Then she shook her head yet another time n disbelief as she heard Kaitlin ask to be sold.  Was this the same stepdaughter who had claimed her and dominated her?  Why would she ever even consider being sold, let alone ask for it?

“What do you think, Susan?” asked Richard.

“She’s of age,” replied Dr. Grimm.  “So there’s nothing wrong with it.  And maybe she’ll learn from it.”

“Let me think about it,” he replied.

They continued their wanderings and the two dominants walked together.  “Are you sure you are okay with selling Cency again?” asked Susan.  “It really will help the research.  And I plan on leaving the sensors in until after the sale to be able to record her reactions.”

“I’m fine with selling her,” he replied.  “It will be good data and she’ll get some valuable experience.  I just regret that I will lose her again for awhile.  I have needs too, you know.”

Kaitlin overheard the conversation and piped up.  “Ooooo!!!  I could be your little slavegirl while Mom’s away.  I’ll take care of all of your needs, Daddy.  All of them.”

Richard stopped in his tracks and turned to Dr. Grimm.  “We sell them both tonight.”

Both girls were sold that night along with eight others.  Once again, Innocence was sold last and Kaitlin was second to last.  Kaitlin was sold for twelve thousand dollars for twenty four hours of slavery which would have been a club record if Innocence hadn’t been sold for fifteen a few weeks earlier.  The crowd seemed to highly value Kaitlin’s large, firm breasts and her youthful enthusiasm.

Innocence’s price was also twelve thousand dollars for one night and she strangely felt disappointment and worried that her value had dropped.

Susan met Innocence in the settlement room and took her aside to remove the sensor from her bottom.  Then the couple who bought her came to claim her and she was led away.

“Oooooo!!!” exclaimed Kaitlin when she learned the names of the ones who had bought her.  “You’re the ones who bought my mom a few weeks ago.”

“Innocence is your mother?” asked Trudy incredulously.

“Well, my stepmother, actually.”

“Oh, this is interesting,” said Trudy.  “Maybe we should invite Richard over again.   I wonder if he will enjoy our new girl as much as our last one.”

“I’m just going to pay for the extension now,” said Frank.  “It will save us the effort later.  And I already know I want to keep her.”

To be continued