The Charity Auction
Chapter 6
"It's been a long time, hasn't it, Cheryl?" Cheryl's mind barely registered the face of
Craig, her stepbrother, as he forced one orgasm after another from her abused body,
until she finally and thankfully slipped into unconsciousness.
When Cheryl finally awoke, she was aware of two things: pain and immobility. Trying to
look at her surroundings, she discovered that she was inside a small cage suspended
from the ceiling. Just large enough to contain her contorted body, it was constructed
from a frame of heavy pipes, to which chain link fencing was attached on all six sides.
Openings were set in several rather strategic places, allowing access to her body from
outside. She lay on her back, knees doubled back so they were pressed against the
roof of her prison, directly above her face. Her ankles were attached to the corners by
steel cables, her hands bound painfully behind her back. She was being held absolutely
immobile, totally vulnerable and completely exposed. She could feel pressure on her
nipples, and looking down as much as her situation could allow, saw that fine steel
wires running from her own ankles were tied tightly around them, pulling them outward
and causing them to swell to an angry red color.
"Ah, good," she heard Craig say. "Our little slut slave is awake. Now we can show her
the real surprise."
"Hello, bitch," a distantly familiar female voice whispered into Cheryl's ear. "I've been
waiting a long time for this. Payback is going to be a mother fucker for you, but I'm
going to enjoy every minute of it. You see, Cheryl, I've been following you for a long
time. I found out that you were going to be at the auction, and I asked Craig to
purchase you for me. You humiliated me, Cheryl...you ruined my life, and now I'm going
to destroy you. I'm going to take away your life and your future, like you did mine, and
turn you into the cheap, two cent whore you always were. I'm going to break you,
bitch!"
Cheryl shuddered as the sound of Donna's quiet voice brought back visions from the
past. It was years earlier, when Cheryl was President of the sorority to which Donna, a
nineteen year old Sophomore, was pledging. Inviting Donna to rush, it was never
intended that she be admitted to the exclusive group; they just wanted to push her
through the initiation to humiliate her. The sisters felt she was one of those stuck-up-
my-family-is-rich bitches who needed to be taken down a notch. When Donna balked at
one part of the initiation, the part where she was told she would be filmed while having
have sex with her pledge mistress, Cheryl was the first one to help hold Donna down
while a dozen brothers from the fraternity next door took turns with her.
While Donna tried to press charges, the police could find no witnesses. Everyone who
had been present swore that Donna was a willing participant. Completely humiliated,
Donna left college soon thereafter, never to return...never to have the career she'd
been dreaming of since childhood. She'd been beaten, never to have a meaningful
relationship; always wondering what things might have been like. It weighed on Donna
like a brick around her neck. Years of psychotherapy and counseling had done helped
somewhat, but nothing could quench Donna's obsession with revenge...and now the
time was at hand. Yes, there had been others involved, but Cheryl had been the
instigator...and she'd already taken care of the men who had raped her...at least the
ones she could find. That was just business, though...Donna was going to enjoy taking
Cheryl apart, a piece at a time.
"You belong to me. Everything you own belongs to me, and before this is over, you're
going to make it legal. I'm going to break you, bitch. I'm going to fuck your life!" Donna
screamed, scratching at Cheryl's helpless body. "You fucking bitch! You are going to
wish you were dead and in Hell before I'm done with you!!!!"
Craig quickly interceded, gently moving the sobbing Donna away and escorting her
from the room before Cheryl received much more than a few bruises from the
pummeling. The audience sat hushed, unsure of what to do. A few moments later,
Craig returned and advised everyone that Donna would be fine; that this has been a
long time coming, and she was having problems handling it at first. Then he turned to
Cheryl.
"Did you hear what Donna said about taking legal possession of everything you own,
Cheryl?" he asked. "I have a General Power of Attorney here that you are going to sign,
Cheryl. It appoints Donna as your representative for all legal and financial matters. You
see, what you thought was going to be a weekend lark is going to end up lasting the
rest of your life. Now, are you ready to sign?"
Cheryl remained silent. Even when Craig cruelly twisted her nipple, she made no
sound...only a single tear from her eye as she winced in pain.
"Well, Donna was hoping you'd not give in. I feel very sorry for you, though, Cheryl.
Even after the way you treated people, I feel sorry for you, for what is going to happen
to you now. By the way, you won't be given another opportunity to sign until Monday
morning."
Without another word, Craig went to work according to a pre-arranged plan. First, he
took a large ball gag and forced it into Cheryl's mouth, fastening it tightly behind her
head. Next came nipple clips; not your ordinary clothes pin style, these were more like
oversized electrical alligator clips with large, sharp teeth and a strong spring, designed
to inflict unbearable pain. Cheryl's scream, though stifled by the gag, could be heard
across the cavernous room. Next came the enema. While Cheryl had sometimes used
enemas to a sexual high, she knew this one wasn't designed for her pleasure. The bag
was custom made...a full six quarts...and she knew it was going to be painful. She was
quite correct. Craig shoved the unlubricated, penis-shaped nozzle deep into her
rectum, then hoisted the bag several feet above the top of the cage before releasing the
clamp and allowing the ice water to rush into Cheryl's bowels.
Cheryl's entire body lurched when the first wave entered her like an iron fist, causing
immediate cramping. She instinctively tried to expel the intruder, but the plug would not
budge. With her legs pressing against her chest, she could do nothing to relieve the
pressure building up inside her. It felt as though her internal organs were being
displaced to make room for her swelling intestines; it became difficult to breathe, and
she began to break out in sweat. Cheryl felt as though her belly were going to burst
wide open...and began actually hoping it would really happen.
Finally, though, the bag was empty. Cheryl was not to find any relief, however, as Craig
simply re-attached the hose clamp and walked away. "Okay folks, that's it for tonight.
You're all invited back tomorrow morning when we'll take the plug out and let everyone
fuck her." Cheryl barely heard the words as she passed out in pain.
