BDSM Library - Story: The Auction, Chapter: Part 1

I have this fantasy where I have offered my personal services for 24 hours at a charity auction to help them raise money. I will do whatever they want for 24 hours. Little do I know what is in store. I figure some cleaning, repair, etc. As I am presented, the bidding gains momentum. It starts at $500, then $1000, then gets close to $10,000 and I figure that at least my efforts will help the charity. Then I hear someone say that 24 hours of service should be worth more than that. I can't tell who it is, but it is a female. Then I hear the same voice call out $1000 per hour for a total of $24,000. Silence. Going once, going twice, sold. But I can't tell who it is. Then a very small petite woman, maybe early thirties, approaches. She is about 5 feet, less than 100 pounds, but at least C cup tits and a nice ass. This should be fun. She pays the auctioneer and tells me to follow her. Then she puts a blindfold on me. I figure ok, for the fun of it. Next thing I know she has my hands behind me and cuffed. I protest, but she asks the auctioneer if the agreement was that I would do anything. He confirms it was and I should comply. I don't have much choice now anyway. So ok, I'll go along.

She leads me by the arm to the parking lot and tells me that I will be getting in a van. I hear doors open. She brings me to the edge of the door, tells me to kneel and crawl in. I am immediately pushed down onto a carpeted floor. Then I hear other female voices as they apparently get in and close the doors. I am still laying on the floor, but the van starts and begins to move. Then I get the explanation.

A different voice speaks up and tells me that I have been bought by 6 women who are very vengeful and very mad at men. They are all divorced and need someone to take their frustrations out on. They have purchased me for that purpose. And if I protest in any manner, it will only be worse. I start to speak but am quickly told that I should only speak when spoken to and asked for a reply. I say, "OK" and suddenly get a sharp slap across my face and am told to shut up. I make the mistake of saying ok again, and get a hard kick to my balls that make me curl up in pain. She says, "You don't learn very quick do you?" I'm not sure if I am supposed to respond or not, so I don't. She just says very good.

I have no idea how long we ride, but we finally are on a bumpy road that must be just dirt. Chains are put on my ankles so that I can only take short steps. The blindfold is removed as I am removed from the van. There are 6 women, all very petite, but all fantastically gorgeous. We are in the woods. There is a wood cabin. They lead me inside and I can tell that the cabin has been turned into a dungeon. One of them says yes, we are into extreme bdsm. She continues, “We all feel that we have been mistreated due to our size and our willingness to try to cater to men. We believe that we are all very attractive (she is right about that) and feel that we have been grossly taken advantage of. So we are here to take out our frustrations on a man, and you are the lucky one. Well maybe being called lucky is not exactly accurate, but you get the idea.” I start to speak, and get a quick kick to my balls again by one of them standing behind me that has on pointed boots and lands the point of those boots up between my legs and squarely on my ball sac. I moan in pain as I double over. “Stand up now!” she orders. This is nothing compared to what we have planned.

Then a collar is placed around my neck and locked. A chain is locked onto the ring on the back and it is pulled up until I must stand up straight to keep from being hanged. There is no escape. Leather cuffs are locked onto my wrists and a chain locked onto each one. As they unlock the cuffs that are holding my hands behind me, someone pulls on the chain and immediately pulls my arms up and spread out to the side. My shirt is cut off of me. My shoes and socks are removed. My belt is removed and they admire the wide leather on it and comment that it will come in handy later. They cut my pants off, then my briefs. I am naked before them. A 3’ spreader bar is attached to my feet as they remove the short chain connecting my ankles. My feet are chained to the floor. I am completely at their mercy, and from what they have said, there isn’t going to be any mercy. Though I am very scared, my cock is starting to get aroused from seeing these sexy women, being naked, and feeling the cool air on it. They notice and comment that this is really going to be fun since they have someone that is getting excited about the torture that is to come. One of them gives me 3 pills and tells me to chew them up and swallow. I think they are Viagra. They taste awful when I chew them up, but know I must comply. As I hang there, the women begin to remove some of the clothing. They say they want to get comfortable. They finally have little on, just enough to make them look naughty and exciting. They have absolutely gorgeous bodies, and their faces are beautiful. I can’t imagine why any man would want to divorce them. My cock grows and they notice. They just talk about how they are going to have so much fun with me.

Suddenly I feel a hard smack on my ass as one of them tries out my leather belt. It stings badly. I have never been hit like this before. She does it 2 more times and I cry out. Another quick, hard kick to my balls and I am told to be silent unless told otherwise. Already this is almost unbearable, but I have a strong hunch that it is only starting. More smacks with the leather belt to my ass. They take turns. They say how good it feels to see a guy hurt like this. Over and over, I have no idea how many hits I take, but my ass is on fire, and they seem to be liking it more and more. Despite the pain, my cock is rock hard. They say they want to see how much pain I have to endure before my cock relaxes. I am told that they gave me a triple dose of the highest strength Viagra, just to make me suffer more. More hard smacks on my ass with the belt. They must have given me a hundred or more by now. I feel something pushed into my ass. She says that she only lubed it so that it would be easier for her to get in. It is huge. I try to contain myself enough to remain silent as this thing is splitting me in half. I didn’t see it to know how big it is, but it is huge, and it must be long. She keeps pushing and pushing as it goes further and further up into me. Then another woman has a rope and starts to wrap it around my cock and balls, only making my cock harder of course. She makes several wraps, then starts to wrap it around each of my balls so that they protrude to each side. The rope is very tight as she ties it in a knot.

She then takes another piece of twine and ties it tight around each ball, just behind it, then attaches a hook to the end. She asks someone else to bring her some of those weights. She says she will start with just one pound on each one since she doesn’t want to pull them completely off, at least not yet. I feel a tremendous weight pulling on each one. The pain is agonizing as they feel like they will be pulled off. She pushes the weights and makes them swing. Finally, I scream. I can’t help it. One of them says that they can’t keep kicking me in the balls now or it might spoil their fun for later, so they’ll have to silence me another way. A gag is shoved into my mouth. It is shaped like a short, fat cock, with a flat part that covers my mouth. It is strapped tightly behind my head. I can tell that there is a hole in it that I can take air through. As I try it a couple of times instead of breathing through my nose, a couple of them laugh. She says that the hole is there for them to force feed me anything they might want, not necessarily for breathing. I can hardly wait. They go back to my cock. It is straining and rock hard, but also in pain. Then they tie another piece of twine tightly under the head. Damn, that hurts. The string is then pulled between my balls and my legs, up through my ass which goes over the end of the dildo, and put through a ring in the back of my collar. Apparently it is then put through a pulley behind me and a weight attached. It is pulling my cock back between my lets and holding the dildo in my ass. More weight is added until it feels like it will break my cock off. They compliment each other on their work.

Next, one of the women start to tease my nipple, and another one starts on the other one. They twist, turn, and torment each one. Then all of a sudden I feel a sharp pain and realize that they have just stuck a needle through my nipple, pulled it out, and put a ring through. Then they do the same to the other one. I am afraid I may pass out. Although I would like to, I also know that I would hang myself. When both rings are closed, they bring a torch and weld the rings shut. The heat travels through the metal and burns like hell. They seem oblivious to my pain. As soon as they are finished, and the rings are permanently attached to my nipples, they attach both ends of a short chain to each ring and pull on the center of it. More pain. But oddly enough to me, it seems to go through me directly to my cock, which tries to stiffen, but can’t because it is pulled back between my legs. I can’t believe the erotic feeling and arousal that is going through me along with the agonizing pain. A small clip on the end of a rope is attached to the chain. It leads to a pulley in front of me and a little above me. Then weights are put on the end of that rope, pulling my nipples outward. They are extremely tender from the piercing and the heat, but again, they don’t care. In fact, as I grimace, they laugh and add more weight. It is no use to try to arch my body outward as the weights just continue to pull. Then I see them with small alligator clips. They attach one to my right nipple, just behind the ring where the nipple turns into the aerole. I never imagined that area to be so sensitive. More pain, but more twitching of my cock. Then one goes on the other nipple.

I am racked with pain. But as I watch these beautiful, sexy, and evil women work, I continue to be aroused. Though my cock is also in pain, it is also trying to stiffen. My mind imagines me fucking these women. How can that be? I know I’ll never do that. But my mind continues to fantasize. Then one of them says that they can now start the really good stuff on me. I wonder how it can get worse, but it probably will. Then there is the crack of a whip on my back. I jump, causing me even more pain. Then another crack, and another. My back is on fire. There have to be large welts, maybe even bleeding. But of course, there is no way I can tell. Over and over again, I am whipped. I don’t even try to count but it is a lot.

Then one of them comes around to the front of me with a small paddle that is on the end of a 12” handle. My balls are bulging and stretched from being tied, but they also as vulnerable as they can be. Smack, she hits me right on my left ball. I begin to feel nauseated from the pain. Smack, she hits me on the right ball. Then again on the left, and again on the right. My body is one huge and intense feeling of pain. Different types in different places, but all merging together. I am also very aroused. Then the paddle smacks hard on my bent cock. She continues to beat my cock and balls as she tells the others that this is the root of all of their trouble with men, and she is going to beat them to death. I wonder if she means that literally. She stops for a few seconds and mind is saying to me, “Do it again.” I can’t believe this is going through my mind. My cock and balls are telling me that they want attention, even if it an intense beating with intense pain. She hits them a few more times, then stops.

Another woman approaches with what looks like a small version of a ping pong paddle. Crack! She hits the inside of my thigh. Again, I never knew these places were so tender. Continues to beat on the same one over and over. It is burning with pain. After what must have been 30 or 40 hard whacks, she turns to another and says that she has it warmed up for her. The other woman has a short whip and starts to whip the inside of that same leg. The burning pain increases. She whips and whips. Over the tenderness created by the paddle. When she is done, they say they must start on the other leg. First, the paddling, then the whip again. I am sweating profusely. I know I can’t pass out or I will hang from the collar.

After they finish with the inside of my thighs, another woman approaches with another short whip. She removes the alligator clip from one nipple. Oh, the pain!!! Then she begins to whip that nipple behind the ring. The whip wraps around the nipple with each stroke. Someone else tells her to be sure she doesn’t tear it off because then they won’t have anything to torture. She whips over and over again. Finally, she stops on that nipple. Then she replaces the alligator clip. She waits a minute or so, then removes the other one, and whips that nipple. She is cheered on by the others who tell her to make sure she hurts me bad. Finally, she stops, but then replaces the alligator clip. One of them suggests that they take a break.

One of them suggests that they relax with a glass of wine or two. Someone says that if they drink enough wine, they can really enjoy my torture. Another says that she has to piss. They mention that they must collect their piss so that I can have a drink. They wouldn’t me to dehydrate. They also mention that their salty piss might help to burn my welts a little more. They have a portable pot that they can sit on and piss into. And so they collect it from all of them. Then one of them comes over to me and places a tube into the hole in my gag. The other end is actually connected to a small pump with another tube going into the pot. They are going to pump their piss into me. They mention that they have no idea how fast the pump will go, but they will find out. And with that they turn it on. In seconds, I feel the piss being pumped into my mouth. I try to swallow so that I don’t gag, but I can’t do it fast enough. Out of self survival, I find a way to relax and open my throat and just let it go straight down. They keep pumping and pumping. Then they stop the pump. I can tell that their is still some piss left in the pot. Incredibly enough, one of the produces a spray bottle, and they pump some of the piss into it. Then I see them add some salt, shake it up, and bring the bottle over to me. They start to spray my welts. The burning is beyond belief. As I attempt to squirm, they just laugh and say to keep it up. My back and ass are sprayed. The inside of my thighs are sprayed. They spray it in my face so that it burns my eyes. They spray it up my nose. And yet as awful and painful as this is, my cock still twitches, trying to get hard even though it is pulled back and can’t straighten out. They empty the bottle and decide they are overdue for that wine.

They sit back on the couch and chairs and enjoy some white wine. They chat, making fun of me, and talking about how good it feels to really torture the fucking shit out of a guy. They talk about how this is even better than they thought it would be. I am still left hanging with everything attached, in pain and agony. They open more wine. I think they are not on their 4th or 5th bottle and I can tell they are starting to feel the effects. Then one of them says that they need to find some personal pleasure and satisfaction. Another one say that she doesn’t consider herself a lesbian, but she has long been bi curious. And besides, who know better how to satisfy a woman than another woman.

They all agree and I see them start to pair up. I can’t believe the arousal in my cock, painful as it is. Now I am going to have to watch these women as they start to play with each other. They have completely removed any clothing they had on. Their bodies are absolutely beautiful and extremely sexy. But I can only watch and dream. I watch as they begin kissing, then fondling each others breasts. Their hands are quickly moving to pussies. Finally one of them begins to eat her partner’s pussy. I hear groans and moans of pleasure. It is a 6 woman orgy. They begin to have orgasms. Some of them seem to have quiet and more internal orgasms. There is one of them that is a screamer while having a wild orgasm. I hear one of them say that they will never need a set of cock and balls again unless it is a strapon. Then they go and get some strapons. They are double ended so that when a woman puts it on, one end is in her pussy, and the other end can be used to fuck someone else, giving both of them orgasms. As they fuck each other, there are more orgasms. I hear one of them ask to get it in her ass. Another asks her if she really likes it there because she has never been fucked in her ass, and frankly, didn’t think it would be that good. She told her that it was just the first time she was fucked when she was a virgin. When her hymen was broke it hurt, but then being fucked began to feel great. The first time in you ass will hurt, but then will get to like it and want it as much as you want to be fucked in your pussy. So I watched as they began to fuck each other in the ass. I could tell that some were experienced as they enjoyed it immediately, while others were saying to take it easy because is was their first time. Oh, how I wanted to be fucking any of them. But at this point, I didn’t even know if I would get out of this alive, even get out of it.

They seemed exhausted from their orgy, and sat back to drink more wine. I thought they were about to start falling asleep when one of them jumped up and said that they couldn’t crash until they set me up for the night. One of them went to a closet and wheeled out a small machine. It had a lot of wires coming from it. She wheeled it over in front of me and then attached wires to the alligator clips on my nipples. She pushed a button, and I felt an electric shock go through me. “Very good,” she said. Then they proceeded to attach clips with wires to my cock, my balls, the metal dildo in my ass, my toes, my ears, my nose, and even the inside of my thighs. The clips hurt bad enough as they pinched me. Then they started pushing some keys on the machine, apparently programming something into it. One of them looked at me and said, “Just in case you thought you might get a rest from our torture, think again. This machine is going to randomly shock you at a variety of levels until we turn it off. You will never know what will come next. Sometimes you may get just one, other times you may get multiple shocks. Some will be close to being bearable, and others will make you want to scream out as you body jerks and jumps from the current. I saw them push a green button that said “Start.” Immediately, I began to feel shocks to my body. At first they came quickly, then there was a pause for what turned out to be maybe 20 or 30 seconds, then they began again. Then suddenly a long hard shock came through my cock and balls. I was sure they were fried. Then one of the women mentioned that the intensity of the shocks would gradually get higher as the program progressed. They turned and walked away, only saying, “Sweet dreams.” They went into another room that I can only imagine was a large bedroom. I heard some moans and groans of pleasure as they must have been playing a bit before they went to sleep. Then there was silence. I just hung there, with pain to every part of my body, and electrical shocks coming at random places and intervals that only intensified everything else. Would I survive? At times, I wished I wouldn’t. But my survival instincts stayed intact and I could only hope that I would get out of this situation at some time in the future and not be permanently maimed.

The shocks were more intense and it seemed, more often. They were also focused more on the more tender parts of my body. It seemed that I could count on the fact that when it seemed that they were a bit further apart and maybe getting a little lighter, then wham, I would get with a big one. The longest and hardest ones came to my balls, my cock, and my nipples. I also got some strong shocks through the metal dildo in my ass that seemed to wrack my whole body. I was completely exhausted, beaten down, worn out. But I got no relief. The women slept. For how long, I had no idea. Finally, I began to see the sun rise and hoped that they would awaken. Or did I? Then I heard a noise and some stirring. I guess I would find out. Then I heard them moving around, then some soft sounds and I knew they were pleasuring each other again. I heard some of them get up, and apparently adding more to the pot that they were saving their piss in.

Then one of them came out, followed by 2 others. They looked at me and just laughed again. One of them said, “You know it’s entirely unfair that this one man take all the abuse for all of those that have abused us. He shouldn’t have to endure all of that. But then life’s not fair. So I guess he’ll just have to do.” Another one commented that it was too bad that they couldn’t have all of the ex-husbands lined up and taking this same abuse. Then another said that if they did, they would most likely end up in prison because they would probably kill them. But since I was a stranger to them, they might be more inclined to let me live. But then again, maybe not. They went out and fixed breakfast for themselves. Then some of them had to shit, so they added it to the pot. One of them walked over to the machine, and my hopes went up that they might finally turn it off. But all she did was turn a dial and the shocks intensified. She turned it some more. Each one sent me into a convulsion. I was bouncing around as much as was possible considering how much I was held in place. She looked at me and said, “See what I could have done to you all night.” Then she turned it off. They removed the electrical connections and clips.

They began to remove the chains hooked to my nipples. They brought the pot over, loosened the rope to my cock, and knowing that my bladder must be about to burst (and they were right), they put the pot beneath me and I immediately started to piss. They directed it into the pot. They told me that this mixture was the only thing that I would get to eat or drink, so I better get used to the idea. She brought over a small cup and I saw her grind up something into it. She told me it was another triple dose of Viagra. Then she mixed a little of the piss/shit mixture in the cup and stirred it. A funnel with a tube was brought over and it was poured into my mouth through the hole in the gag. The taste was awful, but that was the least of my problems. They cuffed my hands behind my back again, put the short chains on my ankles, and let me outside. The chain on my collar was reattached to another pulley and pulled so that I was barely supporting my weight on my feet. Then they brought over a hose and said they had to clean me up for a new round. They started to hose me off with the coldest water I have ever felt. It must have been from a mountain spring that was ice cold. But again, they didn’t care. They just used it to thoroughly rinse out every crack and crevice on me. It was a bit of a relief on my welts, but I was still being froze to death. The morning air was also rather cool.

It occurred to me that they had only bought my services for 24 hours, but it wouldn’t surprise me if they paid no attention to that. The auction had taken place on Friday afternoon, and they had at least all weekend. They took me to the other side of the cabin and I could see that they had rigged an outdoor dungeon. I saw what looked like a medieval rack. They laid me on my back on it. My arms were pulled up and out a bit, and my legs the same. They were fastened tight. They said that they had always wanted to see someone get stretched out. They started turning the crank until I was stretched out tight. I was afraid that they would pull my arms or legs from their sockets. They tightened just a little more, and discussed the fact that they didn’t want to pull me apart. My arms and shoulders ached like never before. My hips also hurt badly. They took some twine and tied it around my balls again. They were so very sore from all of the abuse that it quickly became excruciating. Then they hung the twine over the edge of the table and showed me the bowling ball that they were going to hang from it. It was in a net with a hook at the top. They attached the hook to the twine, and slowly lowered it. It began to pull, then pull more, and more. I could finally tell that she had let it go and the full weight was being supported by my balls and their sac. More agony.

Then she explained that they were going to start their tease session. While I was stretched out tight, a bowling ball hanging from my balls, they were going to tease me. With that, one of the women jumped up on the table, straddled my head and put her ass and pussy right over my face and mouth. Then she reached out and flicked my cock with her finger. Of course, it reacted by getting hard almost instantly. She lightly raked her finger nails up and down my cock. Though my cock was sore, I was also extremely horny by now even though I was also in pain from being stretched. She wiggled her ass over my face and asked if I could smell her pussy. I said yes. Then a few drops of her pussy juice dripped onto my face. She lightly teased my cock again. Then she blew a fart directly at my mouth and nose. I thought I would suffocate. They all laughed, and said I would get a lot more for all the farts that they had had to endure from their men. I was in for another day of torture.