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 Hal 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 some 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 dig 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.