Innocence shook her head in disbelief at what was going on. The Byrons had invited two couples. Thankfully, her parents were not included in the group. Richard had brought Dr. Grimm as his ‘date' so that meant that there were four couples plus the naked Innocence in the room.
"Thanks, Frank," Richard replied. "I'm a lucky, lucky man. And thank you for inviting my colleague and me to your party."
"Not at all," smiled Frank. "You were good enough to make the girl available. It's the least I could do to thank you."
Richard smiled. "It's my pleasure. I love to see her entertained. And she does so much enjoy slavery. I'm astounded at her value, though. I knew she was beautiful and desirable. But the price I am being offered for her boggles the mind."
Innocence gasped at her husband's words. People were talking to him about buying her? This was horrible. She just hoped that Richard did not get tempted into doing something stupid.
Dr. Grimm spoke up. "Your wife tells me that we have an hour before dinner. May I have a little time with the girl to debrief her? It will be helpful for her research."
Frank laughed. "You mean she really is doing this for a school project? I thought she was just making that up."
"Yes," nodded Susan. "If you can call a doctoral dissertation a school project, then she is doing this for a school project."
"Wow," exclaimed Frank as he smacked his forehead. "Whoda thunk it?"
"There's an office at the top of the stairs," Frank continued. "That should work for your debriefing." Two men lifted Innocence off of the pole and she groaned as she looked down at it, seeing it glistening with her juices. Then Susan snapped a leash on the girl's collar and led her away.
"When you decide to sell her, come see me," Innocence heard Frank say as she was led away. "I'll top any price you have been offered."
"I'll keep that in mind," Innocence heard her husband reply.
Innocence fumed. Mr. Byron should have said ‘if'; not ‘when.' And Richard should have said ‘I'll never sell her' instead of ‘I'll keep that in mind.' She was furious and was ready to turn around to go back and confront the two men. But a sharp tug of the leash propelled her forward and up the stairs.
"You are getting some very valuable data, Cency," said Dr. Grimm as she sat in a chair with a pad of paper in her lap. "How does it feel to be such a valuable property?"
"It feels dehumanizing, Dr. Grimm," replied Innocence as she knelt in front of the professor as she had been taught, with her knees spread wide apart.
"Yes, but that's valuable insight for your research," said Susan. She leaned forward and, to Cency's surprise, swiped a finger between the girl's labia. She made another note on the pad and then licked her finger clean.
Susan was delighted that the slavery had been extended. It would further act to break down the girl's will and make her more pliable. It would only be a matter of time now before she took full ownership of Innocence. Plus, the additional five thousand dollars that she would be receiving would not hurt. In two days, she had become five thousand dollars richer, thanks to her newest pet.
The two of them talked for about twenty minutes. Dr. Grimm asked questions and Innocence answered them.
"What was going through your mind when you were on the auction block?"
"Terror. Sheer terror. I still can't believe you sold me."
"It was all for science. Okay, if terror was going through your mind, what was going through your pussy?"
"A very, very long cock."
Susan laughed at that comment. Innocence blinked. It was the first time that she had seen any indication that her professor had any sense of humor.
"What I meant to ask," Susan said, "is what was happening to you sexually? You looked like you were aroused. Were you?"
Innocence cast her eyes down. "I suppose so. I was wet, if that's what you mean."
"But why were you wet?" asked Dr. Grim as she madly scribbled her notes. "What made you so aroused when you were on the block?"
"I don't know," whimpered Innocence. "I don't know. It was all so humiliating. But at the same time, it was flattering that so many people wanted to own me. I could only see half of the room but I saw a lot of motion and heard a lot of people shouting out their bids. I don't know why but that was very arousing."
Dr. Grimm leaned forward and patted Innocence on the head. "For your information, I think that every single person in the room other than me put in at least one bid for you. Even Jack did and he had planned on having a day alone with his girl after he sold off her husband."
"Is that a good thing?" asked Innocence. She was still trying to process all of the new information in this new world she found herself in.
"I think it is a good thing," Susan responded. "It made me feel very proud of my girl. It reminded me how valuable my property is."
Innocence furrowed her brow. "Am I your property?"
Susan laughed again. "Not yet; but soon."
They talked for twenty minutes as Dr Grimm frantically took notes. Innocence knelt the entire time and Susan frequently reached out to stroke the girl's cheek or plump one of her breasts. She noticed that Innocence did not flinch at all at the intimate touches and noted that on her pad of paper also. The previous two weeks seemed to have worked very well at conditioning her pet.
Dr. Grimm returned Innocence to the party and Trudy quickly whisked her away. Mrs. Byron had plans for the girl. She was to be the dessert platter.
Innocence was placed on a serving cart, lying on her back. Her legs dangled off the side and Trudy arranged them so that the soles of her feet were touching, which widely spread her knees. Then, everything was bound to keep her legs in place. Her arms were bound by her side, leaving her completely helpless and totally exposed and vulnerable.
"I'll be back for you in a bit, sweetie," said Mrs. Byron, giving each nipple a pinch. It's time to serve the guests their dinner. Then it will be time to serve them you." She disappeared into the dining room, leaving Innocence with her thoughts as she lay on the cart.
For the next thirty minutes, Innocence stared at the ceiling. This research was not going well. Then she thought again. Actually, the research was going very well. She was obtaining a lot of valuable data and input. It was her life that was not going well. She had never aspired to be a slave. But with each passing day, she found herself sinking lower and lower into slavery. Pretty soon, she feared, even she would start to think of herself as property.
She listened to the sounds coming from the other room. She could hear the clinking of silverware and the sound of plates and platters being moved around. She could hear voices but could not make out any of the conversation. Occasionally, she would hear laughter and she blushed, assuming that they were talking and laughing about her.
Eventually, Trudy came back into the kitchen. For the next five minutes, she worked at preparing the dessert platter. When she was finally satisfied with her creation, she wheeled the cart into the other room to present Innocence in her latest humiliating state.
"Ta da!" announced Trudy as she emerged from the kitchen, pushing the cart in front of her. "Dessert is served."
"Looks delicious," said one of the wives. I can't wait to sink my teeth into it."
"Can we sink other things into it?" asked one of the husbands.
Trudy laughed. "You can sink whatever body parts or toys you want into her later. But first, let's have dessert."
Trudy truly had used Innocence as a serving platter. Her breasts were covered with whipped cream and cherries dotted the surface. Slices of kiwi fruit were lined up along both sides of her abdomen. Berries had been stuffed into her sex. A line of whipped cream ran down her center from the cream coated breasts to her denuded mound and a large pile of whipped cream covered her mound. Several unpeeled bananas lay across her chest above her breasts.