The Charity Auction
Chapter 7
What followed for Cheryl was a night of total agony, as her bowels strained to no avail
against the hard latex intruder. She kept slipping in and out of consciousness,
awakening to a sharp, spasmodic pain in her abdomen or rectum, then slipping back
into darkness as her body's only defense mechanism against the unbelievable agony -
unconsciousness - took hold. Each time Cheryl regained consciousness, she was
greeted by the grotesquely obscene view of herself in the mirrored ceiling. The cameras
continued to silently record everything for posterity, taping every movement, every soft
whimper Cheryl was able to emit from her tightly plugged mouth.
In another room of the house, Craig and Donna made loud, passionate love, while the
bank of monitors displayed Cheryl's feeble movements. Craig and Donna had been
lovers for several years. It started as part of Donna's desire for revenge...a way to
discover the most secret and intimate details of Cheryl's life...but now it was much more
than that. They were finding that they had much, much more in common than simply
the desire to break Cheryl, to cause her as much physical and emotional pain as
possible. And, of course, there was their silent partner, who had agreed to this scheme
and helped by providing the facilities necessary to completely subjugate her hated
tormenter.
Cheryl barely noticed several hours later when the phallic-shaped nozzle was
unceremoniously yanked from her asshole, tearing the swollen membranes on its way
out. The pressure in her bowels immediately relieved itself as filth spewed over her
body like carbonated beverage shot from a shaken bottle. Vaguely aware of the relief
in her abdomen, Cheryl moaned quietly. She slowly became once again aware of her
surroundings, and the other pain she felt. Twelve hours now, cramped in the tiny cage,
with her arms bound behind her. Without bothering to open the jaws, Donna pulled the
alligator clips from Cheryl's nipples, leaving wickedly painful scrape marks. She then
removed the ball gag that had been in Cheryl's mouth since the event began.
"Awwww...you have a booboo on your titties," she cooed condescendingly. "Let me fix
them for you. Oh, go ahead and scream...I want to hear you." With that, Donna took
out a small vial of liquid and quickly poured it over Cheryl's abused breasts. Rubbing
alcohol, Cheryl's befuddled mind registered, as it burned through her, causing her to
lurch within the confines of her small jail. She screamed, while Donna laughed cruelly.
"It's good for you, dear. It will keep your nipples from getting infected. Or would you
rather I use a scrub brush on them to get them clean?"
Cheryl jerked her head from side to side...at least as much as she could, given that he
had no more than a single inch of movement in either direction. "You really are a pig,
you know," Donna taunted. "Just look at yourself...naked like the whore you always
knew you were...your cunt is all red and puffy..wide open and just waiting for some stud
to stick his hard cock in it...your tits all hard and pink. If only you hadn't shit on yourself,
Cheryl...you simply need to realize that men won't fuck a slut who shits on herself. And
just think how disappointed your friends will be to find out they won't get to use your
scummy fuckhole today. I think perhaps some of them will be so pissed they might
decide to take it out on your body in other ways. Well, it's time for me to go get some
breakfast. Think about food...and what is going to happen to you...while I'm gone,
bitch." With that, Donna pushed one corner of the cage. Laughing softly, she left Cheryl
swinging helplessly in the air.
The mention of food made Cheryl realize she hadn't eaten since her light lunch the
previous day. She tried to lick her dry lips with her swollen tongue, but found that her
jaws were cramped from the ball gag. She also realized how thirsty she was...she'd
been given nothing to drink since her arrival here...and now, it became worse because
she was thinking about it.
Cheryl was deep in her dreams of cold beverages when she realized that someone was
doing something between her obscenely splayed legs. Unable to turn her head enough
to look, all she could do was try to feel what was happening. Suddenly, though, she felt
the most intense pain she'd ever felt in her whole life! She heard Donna laugh cruelly as
she screamed in agony.
"Your cunt makes a pretty good ashtray, you know, slut? Next time, I think I'll use that
scummy-licking tongue of yours. By the way, don't think a blister or two is going to get
you out of the fucking of your life. Now, swallow, bitch!" Donna commanded, dropping
the cigarette butt into her softly moaning captive's mouth.
With the proficiency of someone well-experienced in this, Donna quickly fit a large
leather penis gag into Cheryl's mouth. As Cheryl's gag reflex started to react, Donna
simply pushed harder, slipping the tip of the gag into Cheryl's throat before fastening
the straps in place. Donna struggled against it, thrashing as much as her confines
would allow, her nostrils flaring as she tried to get enough air. "Get used to it, sweetie,"
Donna cooed. "This is small compared to some of the cocks you're going to swallow.
Think about it for a while; I have to go take care of a few things."
Cheryl didn't have long to wait after Donna's departure before Craig appeared beside
her. Though he softly and gently stroked the side of her face through the cage opening,
she knew that he was here to abuse her once more. "Calm down, little one," he
whispered quietly. "You're going to need to relax or this will hurt even more than it's
going to anyway." Cheryl whimpered helplessly, her eyes wide and filled with fear as he
showed her the dildo in his hand. Realistically lifelike in it's shape only, it must have
been molded from a giant's member. The massive head was nearly four inches across,
and a full sixteen inches in length!!
"Donna said she wanted you to see this first, Cheryl...to see how much you're going to
take...she wants you to be afraid. I'm going to fuck you with it now, and I'm going to fuck
you hard. It's going to hurt, Cheryl, but it won't hurt as much if you just relax. It'll help
make this evening easier for you, too, if your cunt and ass are both loosened up a bit."
Without further preparation, Craig pressed the bulbous head between Cheryl's wet
vaginal lips and leaned on it with all his weight. It entered Cheryl with a popping sound,
as the dry latex rubbed against her swollen, sensitive privates. Once again, Cheryl
screamed at the unbearable pain, fighting against it, while Craig began rapidly pistoning
the monster in and out of her bleeding sex hole. Time and time again, her latex lover
was pounded into her, bruising her cervix and causing her body to involuntarily produce
the additional lubricant that was soon glistening off both the dildo and her thighs. But
the pain soon became too much, and Cheryl lapses into a state of semi-
consciousness, aware only of the fullness between her legs.
