The Charity Auction
Chapter 8
Cheryl awoke some hours later to find herself no longer trapped inside the cage.
Instead, she was now mounted in a kneeling position on the stage, her belly thrown
over a padded frame to hold her in position, with her legs splayed widely by the
restraints attached to her knees. Similar shackles held her wrists in place, leaving her
abused tits to sway painfully below her like a cow's udder. A cord woven into her hair
was attached to an overhead pulley, forcing her head to remain painfully upright and in
perfect position to be mouth-fucked. As she was taking inventory of her situation, a
sudden, sharp pain flashed over her body as Craig let loose with a blast of ice-cold
water from a garden hose.
"Nobody's going to want to fuck you when you're covered with shit, whore," he
commented. "Stay still so I can get you cleaned off."
She shivered and groaned as Craig adjusted the spray to a hard stream, further
irritating her already raw skin as he rinsed the dried globs of feces from her body. He
was especially cruel with her tits and between her legs, actually shoving the end of the
nozzle inside her cunt and asshole, though reducing the force of the spray when he did
so. It wouldn't do to permanently injure the slave...yet. A final rinse, and he was
finished, leaving her to shiver in misery while the cool air slowly dried her.
Cheryl didn't have to wait long before she heard the room filling up with yesterday's
"guests." The first to take her was her administrative assistant. She'd always selected
males for that job, because the thought of a man being subservient to her gave her an
extreme sense of power. Now, though, it was her turn to be the subservient one.
"Get me hard, cunt," her former employee commanded, wagging his flaccid penis in
front of her face. "And don't even think about biting me. Craig has assured me he'll
knock your teeth out if I so much as feel a scrape."
She took him in her mouth, praying that she could keep her teeth from touching him as
she sucked his cock. He quickly grew hard, and pulled out. Taking a position behind
her, he then positioned his saliva-covered penis at the entrance to her asshole and
pushed, ripping the last vestige of virginity from Cheryl. Ruthlessly he slammed deep
into her bowels, finally spewing his hot semen deep inside her lower intestines. Cheryl
was then forced to use her mouth to clean the weapon she'd just been raped with,
gagging at the combined taste of semen, shit and blood, while another took her former
assistant's place behind her.
The evening was a nightmare of penetration for Cheryl. By the time it was over, she'd
taken well over 100 loads of cum in her ass and cunt, not to mention all the women
present who had strapped on their own dildos and fucked her to oblivion. She'd lavishly
licked cleaned every dick, every dildo, every hand and finger that had penetrated her,
and then had been strapped to a Sybian and been ruthlessly machine-fucked for over
three hours, until she finally passed out from the nearly continuous orgasms that had
been forced upon her. Then, when she woke up, the entire ordeal began over again.
By the end of the weekend, Cheryl knew what Hell was like, because she'd visited it
over and over again. Not having been given a morsel to eat, her only nutrition was from
the liquids she'd sucked from those using her. She'd been fucked raw; her labia were
swollen and chaffed, her rectum torn and bleeding. The guests finally departed and
Cheryl was placed back in her cage, which was then raised and hung from the ceiling.
Finally, she was allowed to rest, and dozed off into an exhausted stupor.
Craig and Donna returned the next morning to find Cheryl begging for water. She
quietly sobbed, offering to do anything for just a sip of cold, delicious water.
"Are you ready to sign your life over to me, bitch?" Donna cruelly asked.
"Yes, Mistress," the slave girl croaked. Craig and Donna shared a smiling glance.
They'd beaten her, broken the haughty bitch. She was theirs. Before allowing Cheryl's
cage down, Donna gave it one last spin, watching in evil glee as the motion set Cheryl's
stomach into fits of rage, causing her to retch. She would have vomited, had there been
anything in her stomach to expel, but it had been three days without food or water...the
very brink of where dehydration becomes near-fatal.
Craig slowly lowered the cage to the floor, releasing the clamps holding the sides
together, and letting them fall. Cheryl, her arms still painfully bound behind her, slowly
rolled to the side, her cramped legs unable to stretch, while Donna made quick work of
the wrist restraints. There, in the dried urine and feces, they left Cheryl to lay, giving
time for her muscles to begin to respond.
Cheryl slowly began to regain feeling in her appendages...feeling that was all pain, as
the blood began to flow freely through her. She felt as though her entire body was on
fire, and began to slowly rock back and forth, moaning softly.
"Cheryl," Donna quietly asked, "you belong to me. You are my slave now, aren't you?"
"Yes, Mistress," Cheryl replied through swollen tongue and cracked lips, barely
conscious.
"Cheryl, take my cigarette and swallow it," she ordered, smiling contentedly as she
placed the burning ember on her slut's tongue and watched while she swallowed.
Gleefully, she told Craig to take care of what needed to be done, then walked out of the
room. Craig gently took Cheryl in his arms and carried her into an adjacent bathroom.
Setting her carefully down on the floor, he handed her a glass of water before starting
to run water into the tub. Cheryl gratefully gulped the water down, holding the glass out
and silently begging for more. Rather than complying with her unspoken request, Craig
took the glass from her hand, then lifted her up into the oversized tub.
Cheryl, too weak to scream, only gasped as the hot water contacted her bruised,
scraped and sore-covered body. Laying in the cage for three days, covered with her
own filth for much of that time, her skin was raw in spots. Craig, using a soft bristle
brush and disinfectant soap, didn't make her feel any better as he scrubbed at the dried
shit, the hardened cum, the open sores. Careful to keep her head above water, Craig
continued the painful, yet necessary, work while Cheryl slipped in and out of
consciousness again. Once done, he simply allowed the tub to drain and left the
sleeping woman in place.
Cheryl awoke feeling sore, but better. Unknown to her, her physician (who had been in
the audience) had arrived while she was sleeping, and, while rehydrating her
intravenously, had injected her with antibiotics, vitamins and a pain reliever. Also
unknown to her were the two narcotics...neither of which would have an effect if used
alone...but together, had an extremely addictive, long-term mind-altering effect, causing
the user to become very submissive... sometimes to the point of having to be told to do
things as simple as breathe. The one other peculiarity about the drug was that the user
retained knowledge of their unmedicated personality...which could still fight against
what he or she was being told to do...but never, ever successfully. Donna wanted
Cheryl to understand how obscene everything she was going to be forced to do was.
The act of moving about in the dry tub caused the overhead infrared sensor to send a
signal that she was awake. Craig arrived a moment later, and helped the drugged yet
fully awake girl to the floor. Slipping a choke chain collar over her head, he took the
leash in his hand and ordered her to follow him. This time, he allowed her to walk, but
soon she would know better.
