Charity Auction
Chapter 12
That night, Tulsa received the worst beating of her life. She was strung up by her
nipple rings, her toes barely touching the ground, and whipped with a bullwhip, a riding
crop, and a bamboo switch. Each time she passed out from the pain, icy water was
dumped on her naked, bleeding body. From the soles of her feet to the top of her bald
head, her body was a mass of whip marks, welts and bleeding stripes. Not a square
inch of her body was spared - even her face was covered in welts. She was forced to
spread herself with her fingers so her abusers could focus their blows directly on her
asshole and cunt. They finished up by working her over with fists and boots. By the
time Tulsa's punishment beating was over, she had several broken ribs, a fractured
nose, both earlobes sliced nearly in half, and a piece of her labia missing. Thanks to
the drugs she'd been injected with prior to the beating, she felt every little bit of pain
associated with it. She would be given no relief, no anaesthetic during her
reconstructive surgery, no pain killers to relieve the agony she was in.
Tulsa spent the next month in recovery, having minor operations to repair the damage
done to her body. While the doctors were working on her nose, they modified her facial
structure slightly, giving her a younger, sexier appearance. Her labium, both inner and
outer, were slightly lengthened, as was her clitoris. And, finally, a small grommet was
inserted in her nasal septum, allowing the attachment of a ring by which she could be
led.
Once Tulsa's recovery ended, her training resumed. Now, though, her indoctrination
focused more on the skills that would be found useful in a slave, rather than being
designed to simply humiliate and degrade her. Tulsa and several other slaves at the
clinic were taught such valuable topics as cooking, bartending, the intricacies of a
formal social function, and erotic dancing. Six months later, Tulsa could plan a party for
50, cook a gourmet meal for them, mix drinks and give a lap dance.
Of course, Tulsa's other duties still waited for her. The 80-year-old still required nearly
hourly care, though it appeared the treatments were beginning to work somewhat. The
old hag wasn't nearly as incontinent, but seemed to need her attendant's tongue
considerably more often. And, of course, she was still made available to other patients
and staff. She just wasn't used as much as she had earlier, which was probably a good
thing for her. It was difficult enough to concentrate and learn what was being taught;
being constantly fucked while still unable to cum would have made it nearly impossible.
Being forbidden to have the orgasm which she so desperately needed only served to
motivate Tulsa to perform to an extreme. Hopefully, someday soon, her Mistress would
return and release her from this horrid restriction. Constantly horny, a sheen of
moisture was always visible on her bald cunt. Juices dripped down her thighs as she
performed her daily activities, and the clinic had taken to having her sleep on a
rubberized sheet, rather than having to replace saturated mattresses every day or two.
She was forced to perform at the weekly tours by prospective clients, telling her life
story while she tried unsuccessfully to achieve orgasm, diddling herself with any
manner of objects, displaying her modified body, and submitting to the most degrading
commands of the visitors. Her body was poked, prodded, and abused by hundreds of
people over the months, in the process taking gallons of semen and urine in each of her
holes.
Finally, the day came when her Mistress returned to the clinic.
"Hello, slut. I hope you've had an enjoyable time here," she said sarcastically. "I've
come to a conclusion about your future. Would you like to hear it?"
"Mistress, what it wants or likes is of no concern to anyone, Mistress. It is only a piece
of meat, to obey and serve," recited the naked, hairless figure kneeling in front of her.
"This is true, but I still want you to know. I've thought a lot about keeping you as my
personal slave. It would be nice to have someone to serve my every need, to use as a
toilet when I'm too tired to walk to the bathroom, to keep my home clean and spotless,
but I've decided you would be more bother than I need right now. I've decided to sell
you outright.
"Tonight, you will perform for a very select group of men and women. You will obey
their every wish, and you will be perfect. Tomorrow, you will go home with one of them.
I should warn you, though, that one of your prospective buyers is a producer of snuff
films. If he buys you, you'll undoubtedly end up being fucked to death on film, which will
then be sold around the world. At least one of the others runs a breeding stable. If you
get sent there, you'll spend your days being inseminated with a basting bulb and
pumping out babies to be sold on the black market. Since these particular people don't
generally bid very high, it's important for you to show how perfect a slave you can be.
Then, perhaps, you'll end up as a personal slave to some wealthy man or woman, or as
a bondage whore in a BDSM establishment...but either of those has got to be better
than becoming a baby factory or ending up dead, don't you think?"
"Mistress," the slave responded, "What it thinks or wants is of no consequence. It will
perform to its upmost, because its Mistress has so commanded. It wishes only to
please, and to earn its Mistress as much money as possible."
"Good. Now, let's see what you've learned," Donna said smiling, motioning towards her
own crotch.
Tulsa was put through her paces all morning long, using her talented tongue to give her
Mistress several orgasms. Her mouth was once again used as a urinal, and her tongue
as toilet paper after Donna visited the bathroom. Tulsa had been taught to eat shit, but
that particular aspect of abuse did nothing but cause Donna's stomach to turn. The
slave prepared her Mistress's lunch to show her cooking skills, and afterwards, gave
Donna a massage and body wash with her tongue. Shortly after noon, Donna sent her
to her room, telling her to clean up and get some rest, because she'd need it.
