Chapter Two.
Three or four weeks passed. The Rt. Hon Charlotte Spencer had lost all sense of
time. Whilst Charlie seemed to be carrying on negotiations to secure a ransom
for Charlotte, he also took her to the small club several times to favour paying
'friends'. They used her in the most depraved ways one could imagine.
She still spent most of her time handcuffed and naked in the flat. Her only
concession to modesty was the thong that she was allowed. Even that had given
way to an economy on sanitary napkins. Charlotte now used another nylon stocking
knotted to the one used as a belt. This resulted in the second stocking working
its way into the lips of her vagina and emphasizing her wet hairy slit, rather
than covering it. From time to time Charlie invited other shady characters to
the flat. He made Charlotte stand beside them whilst they prodded and poked at
it. This gave her a lascivious pleasure from which they derived much amusement .
Charlotte examined her vagina one day whilst Rick and Charlie were out of the
flat. Laying on her back she held a mirror between her legs and saw that, when
she pulled the nylon away from her wet slit, it remained gaping open, pouting
almost as her deep pink clitoris seemed to throb in the center of the sticky hot
moistness. She was fascinated by her insatiable sexual needs and the way they
were changing her body.
Then the day finally arrived that Charlotte had been waiting for with mixed
emotions.
Charlie came into the flat in an exultant mood. "Your brother's got the money.
He's at the club right now. He won't let us know how to fucking get hold of it
till he sees you." He paused expectantly and eyed Charlotte up and down. "How
do you feel about that?. In fact how do you feel about your precious brother?."
The last was said in a tone of hidden menace that made Charlotte glance at him
apprehensively.
She was in her usual state of undress, high heeled sandals and her improvised
thong. She was pulling at the center stocking that passed between her legs
distractedly. She knew that this seemed to please him, puffing out the lips of
her sex for his gratification. Charlotte had never heard of the "Stockholm
syndrome", or the much publicized Pattie Hearst case. If she had she might have
recognized her own reliance upon Charlie and Rick now.
"I don't want to go back Charlie" she wailed. "What will I do for my pills?.
What will they think of me the way I am?."
Charlie viewed this reaction with some degree of satisfaction. He had her just
as he wanted her.
"Do you love your brother Charlotte?" he persisted. "We want the money but we
have to persuade him not to take you home don't we?."
Charlotte nodded reluctantly. She had always loved Dave her elder brother, but
had held him somewhat in awe as they were growing up. The times when they were
really close had been in their early teenage years when the two of them were
inseparable, sharing their most guarded secrets of burgeoning adulthood.
"We'll get you all pretty to see him" Charlie went on. "Then you must try and
persuade him to let you stay here won't you?."
Charlie didn't have to paint a picture for Charlotte. She knew what he expected
of her as she went and showered, Rick meanwhile, bringing in her clothes and
cosmetics.
When she was dressed Charlie and Rick drove her to the familiar club. The
evening was just drawing in as Charlotte steeled herself for this further
ignominy.
She had carefully chosen her wardrobe, an expensive number of Larry's in pastel
pink, complimenting her peach based make-up and artfully arranged hair.
Charlotte always knew when she was looking her best and she knew she looked
stunning for this meeting.
Arriving at the club Charlotte uncrossed her nylon covered legs and alighted
from the car.
"Remember bitch. Get the fucking location of the money otherwise he's dead."
This last said very flatly by Charlie.
Inside the club they allowed her to go into the office to confront her brother.
Charlotte entered the small office and, putting her finger to her lips, silently
locked the door behind her. There was a low sound of piped music coming from the
concealed speakers, affording them a degree of privacy. Charlotte knew it was a
nonsense as Charlie had told her there were hidden video camera's recording the
scene.
Within minutes David had told Charlotte where the ransom money was waiting for
the two kidnappers, such was his relief at finding Charlotte safe. Charlotte
knew that Charlie, watching the video, would be on his way to collect it, so she
got down to the business of convincing David that she wished to remain with her
abductors.
"So you see David darling, I can't go back to Mummy and Daddy. I have to stay
here.
David had the same idea as Charlotte as to their whereabouts, having been
blindfolded before being brought to the club. He stared at Charlotte in
disbelief as she outlined her objections.
He noticed uncomfortably that Charlotte was slowly opening and closing her legs
as she sat in front of him, holding his hands and lightly caressing them. He had
always loved his sister but she now seemed a different woman from the little
girl that he'd known, more assured and sexual. Despite himself, David felt
himself being drawn into a sensual web Charlotte seemed to be weaving.
Leaning over and lingeringly kissing him full on the lips, Charlotte whispered
into David's ear. "Do you remember how we used to tell each other all our
lascivious thoughts when we were young David?. Yours were always better than
mine sweetheart. I always loved you for them shared thoughts."
As she murmured to him Charlotte was lightly caressing the inside of his thighs
through his tailored slacks. She knew that David was becoming aroused and trying
desperately to control his feelings. She continued leaning intimately into him,
willing him to feel the depth of her desire.
David couldn't take his eyes away from Charlotte's legs. Her skirt had slipped
up past the top of her nylons, baring her white thighs framed by her suspenders
arrowing up to the 'V' of her powder blue panties. He couldn't believe he could
feel so intensely aroused by this ravishing creature that was his sister. He
could smell the sweetness of her breath mingled with the subtle fragrance of her
perfume, making him ache with craving.
Charlotte had now taken his right hand and was guiding it up her exposed thighs
to her vulva. He felt the pliant touch of her nylon panties, barely covering her
soft womanliness.
"David" she breathed. "They have given us a couple of hours. Why don't we play
through some of the thoughts we exchanged when we were teenagers?."
David could only nod dumbly as Charlotte went on, "Why don't you take off your
clothes. I'll pull my knickers down my knees and we'll dance together."
For some inexplicable reason David found this idea wildly sensual, and started
fumbling with his clothing before Charlotte had hardly finished her sentence.
He was just stepping out of his briefs, when he saw Charlotte stand up and take
the hem of her skirt in her hands. He watched entranced as Charlotte tugged her
skirt up her silken legs, clearing her panties to her waist. She fumbled with
the waistband and, with a feminine wriggle of her hips, slid the delicate
undergarment down to her knees. They remained trapped there, caught under her
suspenders.
Unbending, Charlotte coyly kept her hands crossed over her pubic area.
"Let me see" David managed to croak out. "Please Charlotte. Let me see it."
"What David?. What do you want to see?. Do you want to see your sisters pussy?.
Do you want to look at my naughty bits?."
All the while Charlotte was slowly caressing herself. She knew she had him in
the palms of her hands.
Flattening her hands on her stomach, Charlotte pulled aside her fingers baring
her vagina surrounded by thick black pubic hair. Her vulva had swollen over the
weeks, now rising out of her hairs and pouting like a partially peeled orange.
David saw that her slit was clearly showing and glistening with moistness. He
felt himself hardening as Charlotte pulled him close and started to dance
sensually with him.
She was kissing him voluptuously as he felt his hard penis nudging her hot
sticky love mound, her high heels just bringing her up to his level.
"I've got to put it in Charlotte" he gasped. "Please let me fuck you."
Drawing her head back and looking at him demurely Charlotte whispered "Oh yes
David. Put your cock inside me. I want to feel it inside me."
Raising herself slightly, she took hold of his member and slid it into her hot
lubricated love passage.
Clinging to David's neck, Charlotte swayed around the office with him, deeply
kissing him repeatedly as he felt himself building to an uncontrollable climax.
Pumping his semen into her, David gasped and groaned as he felt himself drain.
Charlotte was giving little screams and crying as she allowed her brothers come
to flood her body.
After he had withdrawn from her, David sank down on a settee positioned against
the office wall. Charlotte left her panties round her knees, but allowed her
skirt to drop down and cover them.
She sat down by David and took his penis, covered in her juices, into her mouth.
Working assiduously with her tongue she suckled on his manhood till he felt
himself ejaculate heavily into her enveloping lips.
Charlotte conserved David's sperm in her mouth and stroked his hair as he fell
into a satiated sleep.
Getting quietly to her feet, Charlotte let herself out of the office.
Down in the club Charlie was delighted, having picked up the money earlier, and
returning to witness the brother and sister's debauchery.
Making Charlotte stand in front of them he ordered her to raise her skirt. Still
safeguarding David's juices in her mouth, Charlotte mutely raised her skirt.
Rick and Charlie admired the cool way that she exposed the vulnerable area,
David's semen still spilling down her bare thighs.
Charlie dug out Charlotte's mirror and lipstick from her handbag and said
mockingly, "Freshen your fucking lips up bitch. It's all smudged."
Opening her legs to retain her skirt in the raised position, Charlotte took the
compact and lipstick. She saw Charlie was watching her intently as she opened
her mouth to apply the lip rouge. She tasted David's semen coating her tongue
and teeth as she applied the make-up, and glanced in the mirror to look at the
white sticky substance in her mouth.
"You dirty slut" snapped Charlie. "Bloody swallow it will you." Charlotte ran
her tongue over her beautifully even white teeth and dutifully swallowed the
semen.
Whilst Charlie and Rick opened a bottle of champagne to celebrate the successful
culmination of their illicit activities, Charlotte made certain that she would
be staying with them on her own terms.
"You see Charlie. I want it to be on a subservient basis. I'll earn my keep.
I'll keep prostituting myself for you both at the club."
"What the fucking hell do you mean, subservient?." he asked, nonplused.
Charlotte explained in simple terms how she now felt an unexplained, but
constant need for dominance and humiliation. "I can be so nice to you both if
you'll go along with that" she pleaded winningly. Charlie readily agreed.
Charlie was as good as his word.
Still making Charlotte parade around the flat naked apart from her thong, he
insisted on her urinating in front of them, occasionally making her thrust her
fingers into herself whilst in mid-flow.
She was expected to do all the housework for the two men, and was subjected to
the intermittent beating for the slightest disobedience. Rick was a stickler
for cleanliness, making Charlotte shower twice a day. Charlotte hand washed her
improvised thongs every day, having about a dozen by now.
This was just what Charlotte had desired. The masochistic thrill these daily
degradation's gave her were a powerful aphrodisiac to her. She was also rewarded
with the ration of pills, occasionally supplemented with direct injections into
her willing vein.
One evening, two or three weeks later, Rick came storming back to the flat and
told Charlotte "God... I've got some fucking shitty news. Charlie, the low down
bastard, has fucked off with all the money. That leaves me, and you, without a
fucking penny. I'll kill the little cunt if I ever see him again!"
Charlotte sat, shocked and agitated, as she slowly digested the news... Rick
went on...
"To begin with we need some fucking cash. At least that bastard's gone overseas,
that leaves me with this place and the club. I'm going to make you walk the
streets tonight. You'll find out what it's like to whore around like the rest of
the cheap hookers. You'll have to get us some working capital." He told her he
would have to get her looking the part, and set about preparing her.
Rick's biggest worry seemed to be her recognizable appearance, her beautiful
face being a regular feature on the front of 'Vogue', 'Elle' and all the other
high fashion mag's. Although he knew that her brother had been blackmailed into
trying to put her parent's mind at rest, there would more than likely still be
police alert's out for her. He knew if he were a parent, he wouldn't accept the
fact that his daughter was living the lifestyle that Charlotte had chosen, and
her parents had the money and influence to make nasty things happen to Rick.
At one stage he even considered extracting one or two front teeth. Charlotte,
after shuddering at the thought of dentistry, masochistically developed a
certain desire for this new degradation. She even went so far as to plead for
it. "Please Rick. Take the front ones out at least. It would make me look like a
common slut-whore."
Loosing his temper with her strange needs he stormed at her, "Don't even think
of it bitch. Who the hell would pay good money for a toothless old whore.
No..... We'll just have to disguise you as much as possible."
Later that evening, her heart pounding with secret excitement, Charlotte allowed
him to wash her hair and apply a peroxide dye that he had purchased.
While waiting for it to take, a towel wrapped round her hair, Charlotte
permitted him to shave away all her thick pubic hair. Surveying the result,
Charlotte thrilled the sight of her naked hole, thrusting forward and pouting
invitingly. Her two thick labial lips wet and glistening.
Not allowing Charlotte to see the results of his ministrations till he had
finished, Rick rinsed and dried her hair.
When she looked in the mirror Charlotte was shocked to see how it altered her
appearance. Her beautiful jet black hair was now a, cheap, bleached platinum
white. She combed and styled it into an artfully arranged chignon.
Rick had been down to the sex shop below, and had come up with some cheap
clothing and perfume that Charlotte could wear. It was no use wearing anything
of Larry's, as it would be a dead giveaway.
The next thing he set about changing was her face. Not allowing Charlotte to see
his ministrations till they were finished, he started to carefully apply some
cheap cosmetics to her lovely face.
When he was finished he handed Charlotte a mirror. Surveying herself Charlotte
was astonished at the transformation. She was more that a little turned on also.
Looking back at her from the mirror was a beautiful, cheap tart.
Rick had painted her normally fresh face like a hooker's, with a deep pancake
make-up. Around her eyes he had applied a deep green eye shadow, finished off
with long false eye-lashes. Her cheeks were highlighted in a startling red
rouge, with two side-pieces of her peroxided hair sweeping over her cheeks. A
full stop was put on the whole effect by a cheap bright red lipstick that
emphasized her perfect white teeth when she smiled. Her own parents wouldn't
recognize this slut if they passed her in the street.
Charlotte enthusiastically put on some strong smelling cheap perfume whilst Rick
sorted out her clothes.
Rick chose a flimsy pair of see through panties and matching bra. Over these he
had selected an inexpensive looking, skin tight red dress. Her dress was so
thin, that Charlotte had to wear a delicate petticoat to ensure the line of the
dress was uninterrupted. The ensemble was completed with a diminutive suspender
belt securing a pair of black nylons.
Rick had obtained a pair of black high heeled shoes, way above the height that
Charlotte normally wore. She teetered around the flat in these, unused to the
height, whilst admiring the effect in the full length mirror.
Charlotte had learnt to coarsen her accent, from the upper class 'Sloany' type
she was raised with, to a profane pseudo-cockney. She used this most of the time
as she knew that it went down well with Rick.
"Are you sure I've got to wear fucking knickers. Wouldn't I be better off
without?."
"You'll wear what I fucking say" he snapped, still raging inside at how Charlie
had landed them in this mess.. "I know the fucking streets and what the punters
go for. You're going to have to attract a lot of customers to dig us out of this
hole."
Charlotte submissively went along with what Rick said.
He took her from the flat to a seedy looking area near a disused subway station.
The territory looked well covered by veteran prostitutes, but Rick told her not
to worry about them. "A friend of mine runs them and knows about us" he
explained tersely.
Rick told Charlotte that he was going to make her first 'trick' a learning
experience. He led her into the disused subway and down a couple of inoperable
escalators.
As Charlotte's eyes became used to the gloom, she could see that the labyrinth
was inhabited by a bunch of wino's.
Leading her across to a slumped figure, Rick said "See if you can turn this
bastard on. You're going to meet some right oddballs whoring. If you can deal
with this, things can only improve."
Charlotte looked at the human wreckage in disgust, "You want me to fuck him or
just have him come?" she inquired tentatively. "I'll do whatever you want me to
do Rick."
"Just get the fucker interested first of all" said Rick curiously.
Charlotte squatted in front of the derelict. Prodding him disdainfully with her
scarlet nailed forefinger she said, "Hey cunt. Wake up. Do you want a piece of
this?." she had learnt a lot of streetwise talk since being with Rick and
Charlie.
She saw his eyes open and separated her legs, allowing him to look up her dress.
With a sudden movement that took Charlotte by surprise, he made a drunken lunge
at her crotch. Charlotte found herself abruptly sat on her behind, her knees
bent and legs parted.
The bum's filthy hand was clawing at the leg-band of her panties. Quickly, to
avoid him ripping or soiling them, Charlotte drew her leg-band to one side
baring her glistening distended cleft to him.
He drove his filthy fingers into Charlotte's cunt with an audible squelching
sound, as she carefully, and fastidiously undid his ripped jeans.
Charlotte discovered that he wore no such thing as underclothes as his rising
penis sprang into view. She took hold of it and gently started to masturbate
him, as he plunged his fingers in and out of her wet slit.
Slowly comprehension of what was happening to him seemed to penetrate his drink
sodden mind. "Fucking suck it you cunt" he slurred out.
"Don't you want to fuck me first?" murmured Charlotte, trying to put off that
distasteful task till later.
"Fucking suck it" he said again.
Charlotte hitched her dress further up and rose to a squatting position again.
With her skirt rucked up, the man took the opportunity to pull her panties down
over her backside, and down to her knees.
Leaning over him Charlotte took his swollen dirty cock into her mouth and
started to suck at it. God, it smelled something awful and flipped Charlotte's
stomach over in disgust.
She had hardly drawn his dick in when it seemed to explode sticky semen into her
hot mouth. He slumped back into his drugged doze, no doubt attributing the whole
experience to alcoholic hallucinations, his fingers withdrawing limply from her
streaming cunt.
Now thoroughly turned on by this debasing encounter, Charlotte dragged up her
transparent knickers and shakily followed Rick up the escalator stairs to the
street.
The night seemed to pass in an unsatisfactory series of brief sexual encounters.
All of the sexual acts took place out of doors, some in a side ally and some in
shop doorways.
Towards the end of the night, Charlotte dispensed with her dress, bra and
panties to parade the streets in just her flimsy petticoat, stockings and
high-heels. She had lost count of the number of men she had serviced, but Rick
seemed well pleased with the money.
Returning to the flat, she fell into a fitful sleep on the thin mattress placed
on the floor that Rick had provided for her.
Charlotte enacted this scenario night after night for the next few weeks.
Sometimes she would get badly beaten by the punters, till Rick stepped in to
prevent her getting murdered. Charlotte felt some resentment at times by his
protective attitude, as she achieved her most intense sexual gratification from
these violent encounters.
She had taken to fingering herself most of the time around the flat. It was a
sure way for her to achieve sexual release. Rick eyed her with amusement as she
gasped and groaned her way through these sessions. He also took his own
gratification from her, making her bend over and talk dirty about herself during
his swift sex act.
She discovered there were many strange things that turned men on.
She had built up something of a reputation as a 'Water Sports' specialist. One
client used to bring all his own equipment.
It started early one night when he pulled up opposite Charlotte and asked her
about her specialty. Confirming her particular field of study the punter, named
Tom, asked to see her pimp. Motioning Rick over from his car, Charlotte watched
as they came to some agreement. Tom then took Charlotte to a local public house.
Pulling up in the car park, he produced a package from the glove compartment and
said, "Put them on in the toilets and join me at the bar sweetheart."
Charlotte, intrigued by his use of a kind endearment, opened the package in the
ladies and discovered to her shock, a pair of incontinence pants.
Unsure whether or not to take off her own lace sided French knickers, she
eventually donned the pants over her own, undoing her stockings from her
suspenders and refastening them over the top. Luckily she was wearing a tight
pink skirt and blouse that night, so the pants didn't show through.
Joining Tom at the bar, Charlotte noticed she was getting a few glares from the
'respectable' women in the bar. It was obvious to them that Charlotte was a
cheap whore. From her tight flashy clothes and tawdry make-up, to her peroxided
hair that was now growing out black at the roots.
Charlotte allowed herself some inner amusement. If these peasants knew who she
was, they'd be falling over to ingratiate themselves with her. Tom bought her
pints of lager, not her style.
"Drink up darling" he muttered in her ear. "No going to the ladies to urinate.
From now on you'll do it in your pants."
Nothing really surprised Charlotte by now. She decided to remain standing at the
bar in view of this request.
She was OK for the first hour, drinking and talking and occasionally dancing
with Tom on the small karaoke dance floor.
Then Charlotte whispered into his ear "I have to pee now Tom."
They were once more stood at the bar. Tom spoke very softly to Charlotte "Go
ahead. I want you to tell me what your feeling."
"I'm just about to start" Charlotte whispered. "I can feel it streaming out of
my cunt."
Tony was looking at her intently as she underwent this strange experience.
"My knickers are soaked and I've hardly started." She felt the plastic of the
incontinence pants tighten as they filled with her liquid.
"It's up past the top of my slit now. I hope these knickers hold, there's a
lot."
"They will. They're designed to take several pisses."
Feeling her already tight skirt straining, Charlotte slowly finished peeing. The
pants were filled to the waist with her warm urine.
She told Tom that she had finished and he took her onto the small dance floor.
Holding her tight against him, he grasped at her bottom. Charlotte gasped as he
pulled her in. She thought the pants would burst.
Several times after that Charlotte had cause to urinate, telling Tom each time.
Her skirt was now visibly bulging when they finally left the pub.
Tom and Charlotte walked back to her 'pitch'. The discomfort around her loins
adding to her sensuous feelings.
Under a lamp in the alley where she conducted her business, Tom had Charlotte
stand spotlighted by the streetlight, and told her to haul up her skirt.
With some difficulty, Charlotte tugged her skirt up over the bulging pants, to
settle it around her waist.
Tom studied her. He was aware that she was a whore, but there was something
different about Charlotte. Underneath the cheap make-up and badly peroxided hair
he could see that she was a beautiful woman of some quality.
At his request she obligingly undid her garter snaps and untied the legs of the
pants. Her pee started to stream down her legs, seeping under the elasticized
leg-bands. Charlotte hooked her scarlet fingernails under each one, and pulled
them free of her thighs. They emptied down her legs in a rush.
Charlotte stepped out of the plastic pants, her silk knickers wet through and
clinging to her.
Pulling them down to her ankles she bared herself for his inspection, her shaven
vagina aired.
Seeing that Tom was unsure what to do next Charlotte said. "Why don't you take
your prick out Tom?. I'll stick my fingers in my cunt for you and you can have a
fucking good wank. Would you like that?."
Tom dismissed the fleeting thought that she was different. She was obviously as
big a slut as he had first taken her for.
The weeks passed into months as Charlotte saw her twentieth birthday come and
go.
She was the only prostitute in London who had the temerity to walk her beat
naked. She had lost all feelings of modesty and shame, and had a growing craving
to cheapen herself more and more. It was like a drug.
Her masochistic urge for punishment had also developed to the extent that she
couldn't control herself.
Waiting for Rick to come home, she would bend over in front of him and pull her
skirts up, begging him to beat her.
"Please Rick" she would sob. "Hit me. Make me scream." All the while she would
finger her wet and willing cunt, a habit she could not break.
Then came the day that she knew would arrive. Charlotte discovered that she was
two months pregnant.
For another four months Rick still employed her on the streets, till she
couldn't hide the fact of her pregnancy anymore.
To be continued...
