Charity Events

Chapter 10: Charity Auction

By Saturday, Janice had developed a new list of limits for Charity, although Charity never saw the new list. Body modifications of any sort, including body jewelry and tattoos, were ruled out. Even changing the length or color of her hair was off-limits. No marks that would last more than two days were allowed. No bodily fluids or excrement were permissible. She had decided to put her slave up for auction but did not want her returned as a basket case or as someone's idea of an artistic canvas.

The event was different from the very beginning. There was a registration table, for one thing. Janice waited in line with her naked slave for over five minutes before she could enroll her in the auction. The man handling registrations must have been an accountant in real life, though Janice, because he never took his eyes off of the paper in front of him despite having a luscious naked woman standing on the other side of the table from him.

After he reviewed the list of limits and the entry form, he set the papers aside and turned to a naked male standing beside the table. "Lot number seventeen." The young man then moved to the front of the table and knelt down to paint a blue "17" on Charity's right thigh.

Then, he handed Janice a raffle ticket and had her sign her name on a line with her ticket number on it. The matching ticket, with the same number was then tossed into a big jar. "Next table," he finally said as a dismissal.

The two women moved to the next table to continue the process. At that table, steel manacles were placed on Charity's wrists and ankles. The manacles were connected by heavy chains that dragged on the ground unless she reached down and held them up. She looked more like a prisoner than a slave.

From that table, Charity was led away by a female slave while Janice was escorted to the reception area on the lawn by a male slave. Janice was relieved to see some familiar faces at the reception. Claire was there, as was Hall and several other dominants who she had met in recent weeks.

"What's the twist this year?" asked Janice.

"Who knows?" replied Claire. "Maybe they're raffling off a dildo."

Both women laughed. "So you entered the raffle too?" asked Janice.

"Everyone who's bidding is in the raffle. Must be dome kind of door prize."

Hal walked up to the two women at that point and kissed their hands. "You two look lovely as usual."

"Thank you, Professor. You look very handsome yourself," replied Janice.

"Do you have any idea what the surprise is this year?" asked Claire.

"No clue," responded Professor Bascomb. "But I'm sure it will be entertaining."

There was an hour before the auction began. The three dominants chatted for half of that time and then walked together to the viewing area where each slave was tethered to a pole so that he or she could be inspected by potential buyers.

"Who do you plan on buying today, Professor?" asked Claire as she bent down to inspect a cock in her hand. A male slave was grimacing, not so much of because of Claire's attention, but because of the way that Hal was pinching his nipples to test their responsiveness.

"Charity, of course," he replied. And then he turned to Janice and smiled. "Or should I call her Athena?" Janice blushed Janice had brought Charity to the first event even before she was enslaved. Charity came incognito with a veil so that nobody would recognize her, but apparently Hal had not been fooled.

"Charity is her name," replied Janice.

Janice glanced over at her slave and saw that she was surrounded by potential buyers who were busy squeezing and probing her to assess her value. Professor Bascomb would have quite some competition today, she thought.

Finally, all of the buyers were ushered to their seats and the auctioneer came on stage. "The viewing period is over," he announced. "It's time to start the sale." Everyone applauded.

"But first, as is customary, we like to throw a new wrinkle into the event each year. SO let's start with that. Each of you received a raffle ticket when you registered. If you would each be so kind as to pull those out now and we will start the drawing."

"It's a kind of reverse raffle this year. We will draw two numbers from the hat. But instead of getting a prize, the two winners will become prizes. They will be auctioned off and will enjoy a carefree week of slavery." Gasps were heard around the audience.

"Oh my," whispered Janice.

"Relax," Claire said to her friend. "Odds are with you. Besides, it would be fun. I wouldn't mind being a slave for a week."

"If you are ready," the auctioneer continued, "let's find out who the first lucky winner is." Then he reached in and stirred the tickets before grabbing one and pulling it out. "And the winner is, 1…7…4…5…3"

"Shit," Janice heard Hal mutter.

"All right now, who's our first winner?"

Hal took a deep breath to gather his courage and then stood up, turning slowly and making a dramatic bow to the audience.

"Hal Bascomb," announced the host in his best game show host imitation, "Come on down!"

Hal straightened up and then strode proudly to the stage as if he were about to receive an award. The host shook his hand and then asked the professor if he had any comments.

"It will be a pleasure to serve one of you for the next week." The crowd cheered and Hal was ushered offstage behind a curtained area.

"Now for the second winner. It is 1…7…4…3…8." Janice felt her heart jump into her throat as she stared dumbly at her ticket. Her number had just been called. As if in a trance, she slowly stood up.

"Ah, the lovely Janice White," announced the host. "Our newest mistress. Come on down, Janice."

Janice made it to the stage on wobbly legs and when asked if she had anything to say, "Oh my" were the only words she could muster. The crowd roared with applause and Janice was ushered behind the curtain.

There was a brief break before the bidding began. Everyone got up for refreshments and compared notes. This gave Claire a chance to think. She had planned to buy Charity but knew that Professor Bascomb would be stiff competition. Now, her main competitor was out of the bidding, but a new opportunity had presented itself. She decided to take Janice home with her as her slave and would work on making that arrangement permanent. That way, she might eventually own both Janice and Charity.

The auctioneer came back on stage and everyone took their seats in the lawn chairs. "We'll start by auctioning off our two dominants." A naked Hal was led onto the stage as the auctioneer spoke. "The dominants will be limited to whatever activities they limited their slaves to. Professor Bascomb's entry was lot number five so if you all flip to that page, you can peruse it for a moment."

Hal had been sporting an erection when he was led onto the stage. His cock was still glistening from the saliva of whoever had placed him in that state and it remained erect as the auctioneer turned him to let everyone get a good view of him.

"Now did deep. Remember that all proceeds go to charity. And remember that there is a two-slave limit today. Now what am I offered for this fine bull?"

The bidding went quickly and Hal Bascomb was finally sold for $3500. Claire craned her neck to try to see who was bidding but the action was too fast for her. Hal was finally led off stage by a naked slavegirl who used his cock as a handle to guide him.

Now we have lot number two, Janice White," the auctioneer continued as Janice was led onto the stage. Claire could see that she was blushing from head to toe, which contrasted nicely with the blue "2" painted on her thigh.

Claire started the bidding and the price quickly ran above $5000. But Claire was determined and finally won her slavegirl for $6500. Janice then had her hands cuffed behind her back and was taken off the stage to be prepared for delivery to her new owner. She had no idea who had bought her, though, since the bidding had been fast and furious.

Charity looked on in amazement as she saw her professor and then her mistress being sold. "Is nothing sacred around here?" she wondered. How could the two owners allow themselves to be sold like that? And she wondered if the experience would change the two dominants. She hoped not, at least in the case of her mistress. She liked things just the way they were.

Then, Charity watched the auctioning of the real slaves as, one by one, they were brought on stage. The auctioneer conducted these sales a little differently than those of the two dominants. For the slaves, he gave a brief description, pointing out significant items on or omitted from their limits list and posed them to highlight what he thought to be their best features. Breasts were lifted in his hand or dangled beneath the slave's chest. Nipples were stretched and rolled. Cocks were lifted in his hand and balls were pulled forward. It all seemed very humiliating.

Four slaves had already been sold and now she watched as her new friend, Jill Wallings was being displayed and auctioned. The final price was $6500, the same price that her mistress had brought and, so far, the highest price paid.

Charity was getting extremely nervous as slave after slave was sold and she knew that her turn was coming soon. She was also more aroused than she ever remembered being. She only hoped that her excitement was not to obvious. Finally, her moment arrived and she was led onto the stage with her shackles clinking with each step.

"Lot number seventeen, our newest slave, if you don't count lots number one and two of today's auction. Please take a moment to refer to her limits list. You can see she combines a wholesome and beautiful girl-next-door appearance with a body usually reserved for wet dreams. Strong lean limbs, wonderfully firm breasts," he said as he cupped a breast and lifted it slightly," and a petite, firm ass. I don't know if you can see it from where you are sitting," he added as he ran a finger through her sex and then held the glistening digit up for all to see, "but she is also very arousable."

The bidding started and it seemed that the world stopped for Charity. She saw a blur of motion but did not hear a sound other than the pounding of her pulse in her head. In what seemed like an eternity but was probably less than a minute, she had been sold. But she didn't have a clue about who bought her or how much they had paid. In a daze, she clanked off the stage, being led by another slavegirl.

Chapter 3: Starter Slaves

Charity was still in a fog as owners started to arrive at the delivery table to claim their new purchases. Slowly, however, things started to clear and she felt a sense of loss as she saw her mistress standing naked while someone was washing the blue number off of her thigh. Then she stood in shock as she saw Claire arrive, chat with the cashier, write a check and then lead Janice away. "Oh god," thought Charity. "It just gets worse and worse."

"…. and seventeen," registered in Charity's ears. Quickly, she turned her head as she heard her number being spoken. She looked toward the cashier and saw a well-dressed, handsome couple with the man bending down to write a check. "There you go. Thirteen thousand dollars." Charity gasped as she realized that she had just witnessed the transaction in which her body was sold to another individual.

"Would you like to have your purchases delivered or would you care to take them with you?"

"Let me just pull up the van and we'll take them with us. We brought cages along for them."

Charity gulped. Cages? She was going to be put in a cage? The fortyish man then turned and walked away, leaving his wife, who appeared to be in her mid to late thirties, with the cashier.

"Can you have someone bring our pets to me?" asked the woman.

"Sure thing. I'll get them right away. Soon after that, Charity was brought forward to the woman by a man holding onto her upper arm to guide her. "Oh she's darling," exclaimed the woman who reached out and stroked Charity's cheek. "And where's lot number five? Oh here she comes."

Charity was surprised to see that the couple had purchased both her and her professor but she was happy that they had. She felt comfortable around Jill and was pleased that she would be spending the next week with a familiar face.

A minivan was backed up near the delivery table and the man got out and opened the rear door. The woman led the girls to the car and one-by-one, the girls had their shackles removed and were helped into the two small cages lying on the floor. There were no introductions and no conversation. None was needed, Charity supposed. She and Jill were simply property to these people. She felt tears welling up in her eyes as she crouched in the small cage and felt the car start up and drive away. The only comfort that she felt was from Jill's finger rubbing against one of her knuckles as her slave sister reached out as much as she could.

While the minivan bumped along the cobblestones of the long driveway, the girls in the cages could not make out anything that was said up front. Once the car got onto the highway, however, the two slaves could hear their new owners talking.

"Pretty expensive," said the man.

"Worth every penny, though," replied the woman. "I just hope that Chet and Mandy appreciate their gifts.

Charity opened her eyes wide at that comment and looked to her cage mate for understanding. Jill just rubbed her finger over the knuckle again. Because of the tight mesh of the cages, that was as intimate as the two girls could get.

After a thirty minute ride, the car pulled into another long driveway and, after five more minutes, it stopped. The girls were let out of their cages and were allowed to stretch. They looked around and saw what could only be described as a less modest estate than the one they just left, although it was only slightly less modest. The property seemed vast and nothing other than a lake in the distance could be seen other than the forest that surrounded the cultivated yard and the mansion. The house was enormous by most standards, but was a little bit smaller than the one where they had been sold. Both girls knew that the $13,000 was not a big expenditure for this couple.

"Come girls," instructed the woman. "We need to get you prepared and hidden for the surprise."

Charity glanced at Jill but got no response so she followed the woman into the house. They were led through the massive doorway and into a foyer with two curved staircases that led to the second floor. The woman led them up the left staircase and into a bedroom. There, she finally informed the slaves of their roles for the upcoming week.

"I am Allison Steepford. My husband's name is Percival, although most people call him Perry. But you won't be seeing much of us this week." Allison sat down and relaxed, crossing her legs as she smiled at the two naked females.

"You were bought as birthday presents for our children. Well, it's actually sort of a combination birthday and graduation present. Chet and Mandy are twins and they both graduated from high school in June. Today is their birthday and Perry and I decided to give them their first slaves."

"Oh joy," thought Charity. "All I need is a teenage boy pawing all over me."

"Oh joy," thought Jill. "All I need is a teenage boy pawing all over me."

"Ma'am," started Jill. "Or should I call you Mistress?"

"Ma'am is fine," Allison replied. "Save Mistress for Mandy. What was your question?"

"Thank you for choosing us Ma'am," Jill said. "But can you tell us more about your children? And what are we supposed to do with them?"

"Let me answer the second question first," responded Allison. "You are supposed to do whatever they want. I suppose there will be a lot of sex in the beginning. But I am hoping that novelty will wear off by week's end and they will begin to appreciate the value of a good slave. You should consider yourselves as starter slaves for them."

Then she went on to describe her children. Chet was described as a handsome student-athlete. He was an honors student throughout high school, lettered in three sports each year, and dated frequently. Basically, he was a well-adjusted, talented and popular boy.

Mandy was described as pretty, popular and poised. She was also athletic but only played field hockey. She was a good student and graduated near the top of her class. She was quieter than Chet but, despite that apparent shyness, had been president of the senior class.

"And they will both be going to Gulf State in the Fall," Allison concluded. Both slaves blanched and glanced at each other. Gulf State University was where Jill taught and Charity attended as a student.

"What?" asked Allison. "GSU is an excellent school!"

"Yes Ma'am," replied Jill. "It is supposed to be a very good school. It has an excellent reputation."

"Oh god," thought Jill. "All I need is another college student knowing that I'm a slave."

"Oh god," thought Charity. "All I need is a college student knowing that I'm a slave."

"You two should shower now. The kids will be home soon and I want to give them their gifts."

"Yes Ma'am," replied Charity. The two girls went into the bathroom, followed by Allison who sat on the closed toilet seat to watch her two charges. Jill started the shower and, when the water warmed up, the two girls stepped into the shower. Allison observed the way that the two girls worked together to bathe each other. She watched as the soapy hands of one ran over the perfect curves of the other and was very pleased with her purchases. She thought that she and Perry would have to take these pets to bed with them at some point. As they toweled each other off, Allison again admired the perfect breasts and bottoms and smiled to herself as she looked at the beautiful faces.

"I think that number five should be shaved as well," the woman said.

"Yes Ma'am," Charity replied. "My name is Charity. And this is Jill."

"Good. That's much better than calling you by your lot numbers all week. Then Jill perched on the edge of the tub as Charity knelt between her legs with the razor. Several minutes later, both girls were hairless from the neck down.

Allison led her charges back into the bedroom where she tied each girl's wrists behind her back with a pink ribbon, forming an ornate bow. Then she took narrower ribbon and tied little pink bows onto each nipple. She finally stepped back to admire her work and smiled as she saw the four bows moving with each breath and quiver.

"Perfect little presents. Now you're all set. We just need to wait for the kids." Charity and Jill were allowed to sit on the bed to wait while Allison busied herself elsewhere in the house, giving the girls a chance to talk.

"I'm not sure I like the idea of being a starter slave for a couple of teenagers," complained Jill.

"Oh I don't know," said Charity. "It can't be all that bad. We could have been bought by some sadist."

"But how am I supposed to teach those two next year? You heard her. They're coming to our school."

"Well, you teach me," observed Charity.

"You're different, Charity," said the older woman. "You're special."

Charity apparently appreciated the comment because she leaned into her slave sister and kissed her before nuzzling against her cheek.

"Besides, you're a slave like me," Jill went on. "I think it will be a lot more difficult having a former owner in my class." Just then, they heard a door open and more voices rang through the house.

"Uh oh," said Charity. "Here goes."

"Things could get real interesting in a few minutes," agreed Jill.

Several more minutes passed before Allison arrived. She told the two girls to remain silent and then led them downstairs. Before they entered the living room, Allison called out to her children. "No close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you to open them." Then she guided the two gift-wrapped slavegirls into the living room.

"Surprise!" shouted Allison and both teenagers opened their eyes. Charity and Jill were already blushing by this point and Mandy quickly followed suit. Chet's reaction was bugged out eyes and a jaw drop followed by "What the.."

"Do you like them?" asked Allison.

"I… er… um…" stammered Mandy. "What is this, Mom?"

"These are your own personal slavegirls. At least they are for the next week. And then we have to give them back."

"What do we do with slavegirls," asked Chet.

"Anything you want, son," interjected Perry. "Anything at all."

"Oh," was the simultaneous response from both teenagers.