The Charity Auction
Chapter 9
Craig led Cheryl down the serpentine hallways of the old estate, finally bringing her
back to the room in which she'd been so badly mistreated. Though still frightened, she
breathed a sigh of relief to see that the cage was no longer present. Entering the room,
a tug on the leash stopped her in front of Donna. Craig firmly pulled down on the leash,
until Cheryl's head was on the floor between Donna's feet.
"I think my feet need washing, don't you, slut?" Donna asked in a condescending voice.
"Untie my shoes with your teeth, slut, then remove them from my feet. Don't get any
teeth marks on them, unless perhaps you'd like another taste of the cage." Without a
word, Cheryl's swollen and chapped lips went to work on Donna's black leather heels,
carefully tugging them off while trying to keep her teeth out of the way. She then began
lapping at Donna's feet, using her tongue on the filthy soles and sucking on each dirty
toe individually, while Donna casually smacked her exposed back and shoulders with
her crop. Cheryl could taste the dirt and manure from Donna's barefoot walk through
the newly-fertilized garden just moments ago, but managed to avoid retching. She was
being too easy, her mistress thought. Next time she'd have to dip her toes in fresh dog
shit first. Donna leaned back and signed in blissful relaxation as her new slave's
tongue worked in and out between her toes. Finally tiring of the game, she planted a
foot on the naked girl's shoulder and sent her sprawling across the room..
"Come here, slut," Craig then commanded. Cheryl complied immediately, crawling on
all fours to Craig. She began to use his teeth on his laces, assuming that she was to
wash his feet as well. Instead, Craig grabbed her by the hair and forced her mouth
down over his already throbbing cock.
"Just kneel there, bitch," he commanded as she started to suck. "I don't need to cum, I
need to take a leak."
Even in her current state, the words registered with Cheryl and she started to pull away.
A tug on the leash, though, tightened her choke chain and forced her head back to her
stepbrother's crotch. She sat there motionless, his flaccid cock resting on her tongue.
"This is something I've wanted to do since we first met, stepsister," Craig commented
sweetly. "Now, I'm going to relieve myself in your mouth. I want you to swallow every
drop. If you don't, you'll go back into the cage for another three days."
Cheryl gulped as quickly as she could, doing her best to avoid gagging as Craig's urine
filled her mouth with a rancid, acidic flavor. It was a taste she would become very
intimate with, and one which would eventually cause quivers of passion deep inside her
cunt.
"Are you ready to submit, slut?" Donna asked.
"Yes, Mistress," was Cheryl's weak reply.
"Slut, I'd like you to meet my attorney, whom you will refer to as MasterPleasefuckme
and your new physician, whom you will refer to as MasterPleasebeatme. This other
gentleman is a judge, and you will call him MasterPleasemayicum. You will obey them
as you do me. Is that understood, slut?""Yes, Mistress."
"Slut, go introduce yourself to my friends."
Cheryl crawled to the first man, lowering her head and gently kissing his mirror-shined
wingtips.
"Master Pleasefuckme, I am Mistress Donna's slut. How may I serve you?"
"Kneel on the table, slut...ass towards me and legs spread," he answered coldly.
Acknowledging the order with a "Yes, Master," Cheryl hesitantly climbed onto the large
oak conference table. Carefully positioning herself, she backed towards the attorney
until her knees were at the edge.
"Farther apart, slut," he commanded, pushing her knees apart until her cunt was very
nearly touching the table. "Put your head on the table and spread your fuckholes open
with your hands, slut."
Cheryl reached back and spread her cheeks as far apart as possible, exposing her
swollen gash and abused rectum. At his command, she raised her knees, so she was
bent forward with her feet on the table, lewdly and uncomfortably displayed, like a
human tripod. Her legs trembled uncontrollably as she strained to hold position, while
the attorney explored her vaginal and anal openings with his hands.
While she braced her uncomfortably splayed legs, the man behind her began to
forcefully thrust his fingers between her obscenely spread labia, spreading her vaginal
hole wider and wider.
"You've never been fist-fucked, have you, slut?" he asked.
"N- no...ugh...Mas..ugh...ter," Cheryl replied, her answer interrupted by the pistoning
of his hand, now nearly fully inside her.
"Beg me to do it, slut," he commanded.
"Pl...ease...Mas..ter...do...it! AGGGGGHHH!" she screamed as his other hand, holding
Donna's riding crop, came crashing down full force across her ass."Do it correctly, slut.
Tell me exactly what you want me to do!"
"Mas...ter...please...fist...fuck...my...cunt!"
"Well, if you insist, slut," he grinned, bracing his arm and pushing his full weight against
the hand assaulting Cheryl.
His hand entered her with a slurping pop, and Cheryl was suddenly impaled on his
wrist. He took full advantage, opening and closing his hand, and lifting her ass higher by
simply raising his arm. Cheryl began to tremble...her whole body this
time...uncontrollably as she felt his hand filling her in a manner she'd never experienced
before. Suddenly, though, before she could achieve her own fulfillment, he pulled out of
her and let her collapse on the table.
"Clean it," she was commanded, as the wet hand was thrust in her face. Obediently,
she licked and sucked her own juices off him, not stopping until she was told to.
Almost immediately, Donna reminded her that there were still two men whom she
hadn't introduced herself to. She dropped to the floor and crawled to the next one.
"Master Pleasebeatme, I am Mistress Donna's slut. How may I serve you?" she
repeated.
"Hello, slut," he replied, grinning like a seventeen year old who just got laid. "Donna, if
you don't mind...I'd like to reserve my time for later? What I have in mind is going to
take at least a full weekend."
"Anytime, dear," Donna replied.
Cheryl crawled to the final guest, repeating her prepared statement as she kissed his
shoes.
"Cheryl, stand on the table and give yourself an orgasm," he ordered. He instructed her
when and where to put her fingers...whether it was tweaking her erect nipples, softly
and gently stroking her nether lips, or forcing her own fingers up her ass. The entire
time, she was required to keep her eyes focused on his...as though no other person
existed...because for this moment, she was a sexual marionette...masturbating herself
while he pulled her strings.
"STOP!" he ordered, just as she was getting close. "You take too long. Forget it...let's
leave you like this for a while and see if it helps your obedience a bit. Anyway, it's
getting late and there is a lot to be done yet."
"After watching Cheryl this afternoon," the doctor spoke, "I'm not sure she's competent
enough to be on her own. When you consider her actions here today, I'm sure she's
incompetent, and am willing to sign a statement to that effect."
"Yes, but then you'd need to find a guardian. Unless....Donna?" the attorney grinned.
The attorney quickly produced the necessary documents, the doctor signed a statement
attesting to Cheryl's incompetence, and the judge quickly appointed Donna her
guardian, with full authority over her.
"I think to celebrate this," Donna said gleefully, "perhaps we could have the slut's name
changed while we're at it? Oh, I know it has to be printed in the paper to be legal...but
won't that be fun? Seeing the slut's old and new names there at the same time?"
As quickly as Donna spoke, they started discussing possible names: slut, cunt, slave,
whore, tits, fuck...before Donna finally settled it.
"Slut, your new name is Tulsa, but we'll probably just continue to call you slut, or
perhaps bitch or girl...if it's anything like that, you'll know it's you." Donna giggled as
"Tulsa" seemed a bit bewildered at her new name. The bitch hasn't figured out yet what
her new name spells backwards, Donna thought.
"Yes, Mistress," Cheryl/Tulsa replied quietly.
"Now, don't you think you should properly thank everyone for today, slut?," Donna
inquired. "Position yourself on the floor, like the bitch you are...waiting for some stud to
fuck you."
Cheryl, already on all fours, raised her ass as high into the air as she could, spreading
her legs until her inflamed cunt and asshole were fully exposed to view. The cool air
from the air conditioning blowing on her swollen labia caused her to shiver. Someone
moved behind her, and she braced for the expected penetration...but only felt the sharp
prick of a needle being thrust into the back of her thigh...and then darkness falling over
her.
