Charity Auction
Chapter 13
"Time to go get sold, slut," a voice called out, awakening Tulsa from her restless,
dream-filled slumber. She rolled off the bed and assumed a kneeling position at the
man's feet, raising her head so he could snap a leash onto her collar.
"Up and turn," he said, handing her a pair of impossibly high seven inch platform shoes
with seven inch spiked heels. Tulsa took the shoes in her hand and then turned to face
away from him. "Put the shoes on," she was told, bending at the waist and spreading
her feet slightly as she obeyed. Returning to her upright, standing position, she awaited
his next command.
"Bend and spread," she heard, automatically bending forward at the waist until her bare
back was parallel to the ground, simultaneously using her hands to pull her ass cheeks
painfully apart, revealing the interior of both her lower holes. She winced as her butt
plug was unceremoniously yanked from its home, and then moaned in pain as a new,
wider and longer one was forced into place.
"Your new plug has some interesting features, slut," the man said. "We're going to be
going outside in a few minutes, and I want to show you what will happen if you try to run
away or do anything else stupid." With that, he pressed a button on the tiny remote he
carried. Tulsa immediately responded, as the high voltage, low amperage current bit
into the tender tissues of her bowels, attacking the sensitive nerve endings. Howling in
pain unlike any she'd ever experienced to this point, she collapsed as the electric
pulses overwhelmed her nervous system, leaving her in a quivering heap on the floor.
"A rather nice modification of Taser technology, wouldn't you say?" It took Tulsa a few
seconds to realize her abuser was expecting an answer.
"Yes, Master," she sobbed, getting to her knees.
"We used to use cattle prods, but discovered too late that they aren't all that safe. It
cost us a lot of money to replace the two slaves we lost that way. This technology,
though, is perfectly safe...the same stuff the police use. Now, to your feet, slut."
Leading his charge out of the building, they exited at a trot onto a sand-covered beach
bordered on one side by ocean, and the other side by palm trees. Tottering on the
unfamiliar shoes, attempting to run in the soft sand, was a difficult task for Tulsa,
causing a sheen of sweat to quickly form. Birds of various types called out to each
other, while the warm tropical breeze brushed seductively over the naked slave's skin.
Not having been outdoors since her arrival on the island, Tulsa slowed slightly as she
took in the sights, sounds and smells.
"Quit lollygagging, cunt!" her escort scolded, jerking the leash so hard that the slave lost
her balance and landed on the warm sand. "It's not a good idea to be late for your own
auction. Matter of fact, it's a very bad idea. It puts everyone in a foul mood, and you
really wouldn't want that, believe me. But, since you seem to want to take a break, just
stay there on the ground while I tell you about the last little cunt who was late for her
auction." The escort squatted down next to the panting slave and casually lit a
cigarette.
"She was a cute little vixen, quite a bit younger than you, in her early 20's. Young,
dumb and full of cum, as the saying goes. Her owner wanted her to be extremely horny
at her auction, figuring she'd be more responsive to her prospective buyers and garner
a higher price that way. So, she'd been 'warmed up' by a couple of other slave girls
who were told to get her as close to orgasm as possible, but not allow her to cum. They
did their jobs very well, and she was willing to do anything for a fuck.
"Unfortunately for her, a new trainer was assigned as her escort. She was able to
seduce him...right about where we are this moment, as a matter of fact. Her escort
raped her several times, and when they finally got to the auction house, she was over
an hour late. It was clear to everyone that she'd not only gotten fucked, but that she'd
disobeyed her Master and had several orgasms.
"The trainer was immediately fired. He wasn't even permitted to return to his quarters
for his personal belongings; he was taken directly to the airstrip and flown off the island.
His property was shipped to him later. The slave girl, however, didn't fair nearly as well.
After her initial beating, which lasted something like five hours, she was put in the hole
until her final punishment could be scheduled. I know you've heard of the hole, but no
matter what horror stories you've heard, nothing can match the reality of it.
"Imaging a completely dark cell, too narrow to sit or lay down in, but too short to stand
upright in. The walls are lined with electrodes, which when charged, deliver a shock
very much like the one you got during my little demonstration a bit ago, so you can't
lean against the walls for support...or even touch them, for that matter...without being
shocked. The slave's hands are chained behind her back, and another chain attaches
the wrist restraints to her collar. Usually, whoever is preparing the slave for punishment
doesn't stop tightening this chain until the slave's hands are at her shoulder blades...or
until her shoulders dislocate, whichever comes first. A spreader bar goes between her
knees, and another at her ankles, to keep her completely immobile while she's being
lowered into the hole.
"Now, the main sewage line for the entire island travels through the hole. In fact, the
hole is actually part of the sewage system. A pipe on one side allows raw
sewage...piss, shit, blood, puke, kitchen waste, whatever...to enter the hole, and
another allows it to exit. However, the exit hole has a valve with permits the cell to be
flooded with waste as deeply and as often as anyone desires. In this particular case,
they allowed it to fill up to her neck, because she was in there for two weeks, and her
only nourishment during that time came from what she could catch in her mouth. Oh,
she wasn't neck deep all the time...only about once very two days. The rest of the time,
the shit and what not flowed over her feet and went straight out. That's when the
roaches, rats and other sewer-dwellers could crawl over her body...and into it, in some
cases. She did have a colony of maggots inside her womb when she died, so we know
at least one fly found its way into her hole.
"When the two weeks were up, she was hosed off and taken back to the auction house.
No longer worthy of human dick, she spent the rest of her life - both days of it - being
raped by horses, donkeys and assorted dogs. She finally died after 44 continuous
hours of being a farm animal's bitch. She died having her final orgasm, a Great Dane's
dick in her ass while a Pit Bull ripped her throat out. Even though she was never sold,
the profits her Master made by selling the video of her punishment and death more than
made up for the loss. Most owners are aware of this, so it's really no skin off their
asses if a slave is late, you know?" he concluded, stubbing his cigarette out in the sand.
The slave quickly rose to her feet and was led off down the beach, this time with a
renewed vigor and purpose so that, even while struggling with running in sand on
spiked-heel platforms, they arrived at the auction building in record time.
