The Second Annual Women's Charity Auction

Jules has freed her other hand and removes the clothespins from her nipples. Jolts of pain flow through her upper body as her inner walls are being teased by the vibrating bullet inside of her. She begins to work on the ropes that bind her feet. She is trying to move quickly, but the vibrations of the vibrating bullet cause her hands to shake. Her muscles are tired and week, her body still very stimulated. She feels the vibrations of the bullet inside her reduce to a softer intensity, frustrating her even more.

She knows the next two days will be absolute misery if he continues to keep her body aroused. She prays that the battery will run dead within a few hours, allowing her body to recover from the sexual cliff she has been on for the last couple of hours. As she frees one foot, she thinks about how she is going to explain the events to her husband, who will not be able to help her or make love to her until the key is delivered.

Moments from being finally freed, able to dress and leave the horror of the room, she sees the door to the room open. In walks a tall, built man. The man looks at her with a look of shock on his face. She stares at him in horror, wondering what he is here to do to her.

After a brief moment of silence, the man questions the situation. "What has happened here? Who has done this to you?"

Before she can answer, the man quickly exits the room. A few moments later, the man enters the room again, this time accompanied by another man in a professional suit. The two men are conversing among themselves as she finally frees her second foot. She listens to them, not liking what she is hearing.

"What is going on Oscar? I instructed you, as my lawyer, to ensure that you won the bids for the three women. Two of the three women are gone and it appears this one has already been visited and seduced."

Oscar, the lawyer who did the biddings, replies. "I did your biddings and assure you that you did indeed win the three bids, sir. I am not sure what happened. I had the women placed in separate rooms and handed them the notes, then waited outside for you to arrive, just as you instructed."

Removing the gag from her mouth, Jules interrupts the conversation and says, "You mean to tell me that you were the winning bidder?"

The tall man looks over at Jules and replies, "Yes, was there someone else in here?"

A look of disgust fills her face. "You have got to be kidding me. I was just tortured all this time and you are trying to tell me that Todd was not the winning bidder?"

"Who is this person, Todd, that you speak of?"

Jules looks at the tall man, unable to grasp the concept of this reality. Just as she is about to explain, the bullet inside of her begins vibrating on high. Her body falls back onto the bed, responding to the torturous vibrations running through her body. Within moments, her body is on the cusp of an orgasm. She curses Todd under her breath. As much as she needs this orgasm, she does not want to have it in front of these two strange men. Sweat begins to drip from her forehead once again as the vibrations run through her entire being. Her clit begs to be touched as her inner walls clench tightly in a desperate attempt to milk the bullet vibrator. Moments before she is able to reach her orgasm, the vibrations disappear completely. She curses loudly, her voice reverberating through the room.

She knows the next two days are going to be an absolute nightmare. Looking up, she sees the two men staring at her as if she is crazy. She runs her hands through her disheveled and matted hair. Realizing that her breasts are exposed and wondering why she hadn't been concerned with being exposed to these men earlier, Jules slides onto the floor and grabs her dress, attempting to pull it over top of her sticky, sweat drenched shoulders, arms, and chest.

"Who is this Todd you speak of?" the tall man asks again.

Not in the mood to have this discussion or allow this man to manipulate her more, Jules answers him as she continues to dress, aware that her panties will not fit up over the chastity belt. "Todd is the man who spent the last two or three hours torturing and manipulating me. He said he was the winner of the bid. He has put me through absolute hell. My husband was supposed to be the winning bidder. We were supposed to have a wonderful night. Instead, I have been subjected to hell by my former high school classmate and now you are trying to tell me that you are the true winning bidder? I have had enough of this shit. Fuck you, fuck this charity event, fuck that rat bastard Todd and fuck everyone. I am leaving. Figure it out on your own. If you wouldn't have been three hours late, this would have never happened."

Shocked by the loud voice in which Jules speaks, the fowl words coming out of her mouth, and the wretched manner in which she spoke to them, Oscar and his boss stare at her in disbelief as she stands up and pushes them out of the doorway while she leaves the room in total frustration, anger, and disbelief of the events that have taken place.

Caring the less about anyone and wanting to get away from everyone, Jules races over to her car, climbs inside the driver's seat and heads straight for home. She feels the vibrations starting between her legs again as she is driving down the road. She curses Todd out loud as she does her best to ignore the sensations.

Finally home, she races inside the house and heads up to her master bathroom where she undresses and turns on the shower. Feeling sticky, sweaty and violated, she steps into the hot shower to wash away the horror of the day. Inside the shower, she feels the vibrations of the bullet continue to grow stronger. Her legs are weak so she slides down into the corner of the shower, letting the hot water pour over her as her body revs up for the umpteenth time today.

Determined to push herself to an orgasm, she squeezes her sensitive and sore nipples that have been manipulated and tortured, hoping to give her enough extra pleasure to push her over the edge. Surprised, she feels the vibrations inside her vagina change. The steady vibrations she has been feeling in different intensities have started to roll from the top to the bottom of the bullet. This causes her muscles to flex along with the movement of the vibrations. Her hips begin to dance as she tries to reach down and masturbate, forgetting she is wearing a chastity belt.

Feeling the sharp edges of the inward facing teeth guarding her vagina, Jules screams out loud. She thrusts her hips forcefully, hoping Todd will miscalculate the timing of the vibrator and allow her to reach what would be an earth shattering orgasm.

For the next two days, Todd monitors Jules' movements from a drone perched on the roof of the neighbor's house. Weakened and afraid of her public reactions to the vibrations, Jules does not leave the house the rest of Saturday or Sunday.

Her husband is furious with the situation. He cannot stand knowing that someone else is controlling his wife and sexually stimulating her for days, not to mention that he cannot get any action with the chastity belt blocking his way.

His wife has been an absolute horror to deal with while constantly being teased, warn out and useless around the house. He has not gotten a good night of sleep because his wife wakes at all hours of the night moaning, gripping his body as she shudders, gyrating her hips on the bed, and cursing Todd's name.

Taking a call from Tracy on Saturday night, Jules learns that neither Tracy nor Shannon received the same type of treatment from Todd. She tells Tracy that it was a setup and that Todd was not the true winning bidder. Tracy tries to console Jules and empathize with her, but Jules will have none of it. Furious that she has been the only one tortured, she refuses to take any more calls from Tracy or Shannon and will not reply to any of their text messages.

Monday morning the vibrations stop. Jules hopes and prays that the battery has died inside the bullet. She waits on the couch in the living room, staring out the bay window at the mailbox, hoping that the mailman arrives early in the morning. Totally drained of energy and warn out, she has called off work for the day, stating that she is not feeling well.

Two hours pass without feeling any vibrations inside of her. Her body is starting to relax and regain a little bit of composure. She has had periods of time without the bullet vibrating inside of her over the last day and a half, but none this long a period of time. Her body is warn down, week, frayed and frustrated beyond belief. She will not be the same until she has finally received an orgasm and has had days to rest.

Lying on the couch, trying to get some rest, Jules hears the rumble of the mail truck. She sits up and looks out the window to confirm the noise. Seeing the mailman opening her mailbox, she darts for the front door and heads down her sidewalk toward the road.

The mail man sees Jules running toward him in pajamas with frizzed out hair that looks a mess and a warn out face that scares him. He quickly stuffs three envelopes inside the mailbox and drives off. Looking back, he sees Jules rush toward the mailbox, stopping and bending over just before reaching it.

Two steps from the mailbox, Jules is doubled over as she feels a strong, intense vibration inside of her vagina. The vibrator is rumbling stronger than it has before, waves of pleasure rolling through her inner walls. She tries to stand up straight, but the sensations are so strong, her body is so weak, and it feels so good.

Collapsing down onto the ground near the street inside her subdivision, Jules moans as her breath is taken out of her lungs while she pants in excitement. As she lay in a fetal position, her hips are grinding back and forth. Seconds away from the elusive orgasm, all the sensations disappear. Cursing like a crazy woman, Jules lays on the ground for a minute trying to recoup.

Not sure what is happening, the mailman continues his route. Finally having enough strength to stand, Jules slowly walks over to the mailbox and grabs the three envelopes. Caring only about the envelope with the key, she leaves the other two in the mailbox for now. As she walks back toward the house, she tears into the envelope with the key.

Slamming the front door shut behind her, Jules feels the strong sensations once again. She falls to the wooden floor of the living room and quickly pulls her pajama pants down to her ankles. She desperately tries to fit the key into one of the two chastity belt locks as the overwhelming sensations of the bullet wash through her body, quickly pushing her toward the edge.

After fumbling the key at the entrance of the first lock, she is able to free the left side of the chastity belt and tries to pull it from her body. To her dismay, she has to unlock the other side as well in order to release the belt. Feeling overwhelmed with pleasure, she tries to stop her hips from rocking as she attempts to unlock the right side of the belt and finally free her vagina. She can feel waves of warmth wash through her body as she fumbles to fit the key into the second lock.

Finally fitting the key into the hole, she does her best to gain enough strength to turn the key. With sweat pouring from her pours, her toes curled, hips thrusting and eyes rolled into the back of her head, she finally unlocks and frees her hips from the chastity belt. Lifting her hips just enough to pull away the belt, she rolls over onto her back and spreads her legs as wide as she can. Despite wanting to dig the bullet out from inside of her, she is too horny and excited to do so now.

Her fingers begin frigging over her aching, sensitive, yearning clitoris. The fingers are moving in a blur as her body convulses and dances all over the hard wood floor. Her body drives toward the ever elusive orgasm like a Mack truck heading seventy miles per hour toward a brick wall. With legs raised up into the air, Jules' orgasm begins to rock the core foundation of her body. Her legs fall to the floor as her body locks up. Her body convulses like she has never felt before as the mind blowing orgasm, three days in the making, takes over her body, lasting several minutes.

Using what little strength she has left, Jules slides a finger deep inside of her and pulls the vibrating bullet out of her vagina, dropping it onto the floor. Lying in a puddle of juices and sweat, she curls up into a ball, completely drained of energy.

The bullet stops vibrating. Unable to move, Jules falls asleep naked, lying in a pool of sweat and juices on the hard wood floor. The sun shining through the large bay window beats down on her body in a fetal position.