"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."