Charity Auction
Chapter 10
Tulsa slowly awoke from her drug-induced sleep, unaware that it had been a full six
weeks since her last abuse at the hands of her tormenters. The first thing she noticed
was the dull ache throughout her body, followed by the fact that she was completely
immobile. Leather restraints on her ankles were chained to the lower corners of the
bed, and her wrists were likewise secured to the bedframe at her hips. A strap under
her breasts prevented her from raising her torso, and surgical tape held her forehead
down, rendering her completely unable to move. Her mind began to clear, and the
horrors of her mistreatment came rushing back.
"Ah, you're awake, slut. Too bad for you, I suppose, but not that I mind," the voice of
the doctor said. "You've been weaned off the mind-altering drugs we gave you earlier;
your Mistress wanted you to be fully aware of what has happened to you." The doctor,
Craig and Donna all appeared in her line of vision.
"Hello, fuckface. Remember me?" Donna cruelly grinned. "You've been out for a
while...over a month, as a matter of fact, while my doctor friend made a few
modifications to your body. Since you're now a slut - MY slut - I decided you should
look like one. Craig, would you be so kind as to release her head so she can see her
new body?"
"Certainly, dear," he replied, ripping the tape unmercifully from Tulsa's head while the
doctor pulled the white sheet off her, exposing her naked body.
What was left of Cheryl screamed when she saw what had been done to her. She'd
been transformed into an obscene caricature of the female body, a cross between a
Barbie doll and Jessica Rabbit! Huge tits...that's the only word she could think of...and
why did the word "tits" make her so hot? Tiny waist, like you'd expect on a 12-year-old,
and a hairless pussy. Like a tiny electric shock, she quivered when she thought of the
word "pussy."
"Oh, dear, get over it," Donna exclaimed. "Besides, those knockers of yours are the
least of it. Yes, you're now a 52EEE, but don't worry...they're real. No silicone for you
to worry about, isn't that nice? We can stick all sorts of pins in your chest without you
worrying about breaking your bags. Want to hear about the other changes, slut?"
Tulsa felt another small spasm as Donna used the word "slut." What the hell was
happening to her?
"You now have a 20" waist," Craig said, taking over the dissertation. "Doc here did a
little bone surgery...I don't understand all the details, and don't really want to know how
he did it...but you should now be able to wrap your ankles behind your head without any
problem. Of course, you won't be able to stand flat-footed any more, at least not
without pain, so it's nothing but high-heels for you from now on. That's another little
modification the good Doctor made for you."
Tulsa began sobbing at what had been done to her, but at the same time, was
becoming more and more excited at the changes to her body.
"Oh, come, come, Tulsa," the doctor tisked at the girl's quiet sobbing...smirking as
Tulsa's spasms gave evidence to two small orgasms. "Your mistress has simply
molded you into the wanton slut you've always wanted to be."
"Yes, Doctor, but tell her about the really exciting part," Donna prodded.
"No, dear, I think a demonstration would have a better effect. Let the slut come"...he
paused as Tulsa had another orgasm..."to the realization that she's nothing but a hot-
cunted whore, three holes and a tongue to be used by anyone who wants to use her as
a cum receptacle." At each nasty word, Tulsa felt herself getting wetter and wetter, the
hospital bed beneath her already soaked in the juices leaking from her cunt.
"I think the cunt is too stupid to understand, Doctor," Donna replied. "Maybe you'd
better explain it to the little slave bitch." Tulsa squirmed in her bonds as her Mistress
referred to her in such vulgar terms. Why was she getting so excited from this verbal
abuse?
"Okay. Perhaps she is that stupid, or maybe that hole between her legs is affecting her
thinking. Slut, you've been here for almost two months. In that time, not only has your
body been molded into that of a slut, but your mind, too. Every time someone refers to
you degradingly, every time you hear, speak or think of a word like cunt, whore, slut or
ass, that nasty fuckhole of yours will begin leaking. Whenever you hear the word
cum..." The doctor patiently waited for another orgasm to subside..."whatever the
meaning, regardless of the location or from who you hear it...you will have an orgasm.
When your Mistress says that word...well, I think another demonstration due, don't
you?" he asked, looking over at Donna.
"Tulsa, cum!" her owner ordered, and an orgasm washed over the bound girl; an
orgasm so strong that she appeared to those in the room to be having a seizure. She
pulled at her bonds, screaming as wave after wave of painful pleasure washed over
her, her body covered in beads of sweat as the stain on the sheet beneath her began to
spread.
"Donna," the Doctor commented quietly after three minutes had passed, "I think that's
enough. Any longer and she's liable to have a stroke."
"Tulsa...Quiet, girl!" Donna commanded, and Tulsa's spasms quickly subsided, leaving
the soaked girl panting and completely drained of strength.
"You see, slut, it's a bit different when your Mistress tells you to cum," the Doctor
explained, watching patiently while another orgasm washed over her. "When she uses
that word, you won't be able to stop until she tells you to. With everyone else, you'll just
have a quick orgasm. Oh...one more thing, if your Mistress tells you you're not allowed
to cum, you'll find that you won't be able to, no matter how hard you try. Do you
understand, slut?"
"Yes, Master," the bound slave babbled.
"Good, Tulsa, because you've just had your last orgasm for a very long while," Donna
mentioned offhandedly. "From now on, you are not permitted to cum, though you will
become extremely horny every time you hear someone use that word. Your cunt will
immediately start dripping and your nipples will become hard, but you will not be able to
cum. Understand, cunt?"
"Yes, Mistress," Tulsa sobbed, knowing instinctively that Donna could very well prevent
her from every having an orgasm again. Just the knowledge of that fact increased her
humiliation, and therefore, her need.
