Chapter Three.
Rick stopped Charlotte one evening as she was getting ready to go out and cruise
the streets. She had taken to wearing cheap jersey dresses now to disguise her
grotesquely swelling stomach.
"Take off your fucking clothes quick yuo high-class slu!" he snarled at Lady
Charlotte.
Thinking that he was after a quick screw, Charlotte swiftly removed her
clothing. She posed in front of him wearing just a pair of high heels, stockings
and garter-belt, her fat gut swelling unselfconciously out in front of her.
"God... Just fucking look at you, you fat bitch!" he commented, disgust apparent
in the tone of his voice. "Lady fucking Charlotte Spencer!. More like Lady
fucking fat gut. You look absolutely fucking repulsive"
Charlotte would never quite get used to the derogatory names that Rick called
her. With tears pricking her eyes, she turned to view herself in the full length
mirror. She saw her white belly sticking out in front of her like a small
balloon. She automatically tried to suck it in but Rick was on to her.
"Let it go" he said. "Just relax for the moment. There are people who enjoy
pregnant women. You'll have to suit them while I'm away."
"Away? Where are you fucking going?" queried a startled and foul mouthed
Charlotte. She could now turn on and off, the cut glass enunciation, but she
knew that Rick preferred her acquired street-slut accent as it amused him to see
how far he'd dragged her down.
"I'm going over to Europe to see about getting you to making some porn movies,
there's a whole heap of money in that. You'll be OK. Do you know who gave us
your movements on the morning we captured you? Well, it was your one of your
Daddy's maids and that fucking husband of hers, the one who works in the
stables. They ratted you out... Haw. Well now they've agreed to keep you while
I'm gone. You'll be staying with them..."
Charlotte was taken aback by this news. She had always treated her maid, Rita
Price, with a patronising indifference, and no one knew better than Charlotte
herself, how she had got along with Rita's husband Roy. She had almost sacked
him on one or two occasions. He was a stableman for her father, and a lazy
bastard at that.
"But they must fucking rally hate me" she said tremulously. "Why have they
agreed to take me in?."
"Don't worry. They fucking hate you alright. They plan to make your life a
fucking misery. That should suit you right down to the ground You little pain
slut. I'll see to it they get a good supply of your fucking pills and other
fucking stuff to dole out to you if you're a good girl... My God... Just look at
the state of yourself." Rick added, indicated the mirror.
Charlotte turned sideways. Now she had relaxed, she saw with horror that her
stomach stuck out in an uneven, half-rounded paunch. Her thin garter straps
dropped down to the fastenings on her stockings, just above her knees. She could
see a large space between them and her thighs, her abdomen pushing them out and
away from her body.
Charlotte still shaved her vagina and she glanced down at herself. She noticed,
that in her slackened state, she could only see her tummy bloating out. The one
time Lady and International model perceived with distaste her belly button
protruding grotesquely outwards like a small thumb, a thing it had never done
before. God... What a difference from the svelte like, and sophisticated career
model she once was. Now she looked like what she was fast becoming, a cheap,
pregnant, and nasty little slut. Her classical features were plastered with
cheap make-up, and her peroxided hair hung lankly down on either side.
Transferring her attention to her aching breasts, she discovered they had
started to droop and sag to either side. They ached slightly, and the aureoles
surrounding her small distended nipples had darkened and enlarged. Taking her
tender breasts in her hands she detected small drops of milky moisture oozing
out. Charlotte had started lactating.
Two weeks later Rick took Charlotte to the Price's house. Ironically they lived
in a tied bungalow on her fathers estate. Both Charlotte and Rick were confident
she would not be recognised now in her slut-mode.
"They're going to get you one or two 'specialised' jobs while your pregnant. In
between jobs they want you as their maid." Rick had allowed Charlotte a small
suitcase into which had been packed a cheap maid's uniform and a few other cheap
clothes for Charlotte.
Pulling up outside the Price household, Rick rang the bell.
"Well now. Look what we have here. Little Miss Bossy herself." This was the
less than encouraging greeting from Rita.
"Well... come on through to the bedroom and get the maid's uniform on. We'll
find out how you like the boot being on the other foot."
"If you hadn't been brought here by Rick, I would never have recognised you."
Rita went on when Charlotte had re-emerged from the bedroom dressed in the
maid's outfit.
Anticipating her advancing pregnancy, Rick had bought her a large size. He had
taken his leave by now.
Charlotte stood in front of her former employees. She was by now huge in her
pregnant state, her belly swelling out in front of her, tightening the black
rayon material across her enormous paunch.
She wore a white maid's hat, secured with hair grips to her bleached hair. Her
make-up was still applied as thickly as ever as she teetered on her black high
heels for their inspection. She wore the regulation black stockings, and white
frilly apron. The dress and the apron were short, barely covering her knickers
and the tops of her black stockings.
"From now on you will refer to me as 'M'lady', and you'll call Mr Price 'Sir'.
You'll get your ration of happy pills from me. We'll get along just fine if you
do as your fucking told!" Rita said with relish.
Rita then had Charlotte parade up and down in front of her husband, more as an
exercise of her power over her.
"Look Roy" she said, raising Charlotte's dress up at the front. "This is what
you used to lust after you dirty bastard."
Rita hooked her fingers round the waistband of Charlotte's cheap white cotton
panties, tugging them down off her belly. "Look at Miss Virgin's wet cunt Roy"
she murmured, now thoroughly enjoying herself. "This is what you would have
preferred to me" she said, dipping her fingers into Charlotte's large hot cleft,
the juices pouring out of Charlotte as she gasped and quivered.
Charlotte moaned as she felt Rita's fingers manipulating inside her. She
trembled at the knees and her ungainly stomach heaved up and down to Rita's
ministrations.
Pulling out her sticky fingers, Rita held them to Charlotte's red lips. Rita
could still see Charlotte's beauty under the cheap make-up and it wrenched at
her.
She made Charlotte lick the juices off her fingers. "Did you like that you
fucking cheap cow?" she enquired sweetly.
"Oh yes M'lady. Please give me some more" Charlotte dutifully replied.
"Tell lover-boy Roy here just what you are now" Rita went on.
"I'm a fucking slut now M'lady. I've become the cheapest hooker in London. If
your husband fancied me before, he can fuck me any time he wants now."
This angered Rita and she screamed at Charlotte "Bend over you cunt."
Charlotte had to part her legs slightly to allow her paunch to settle against
her thighs. Grabbing her nylon clad ankles Charlotte felt Rita peel her knickers
off the cheeks of her backside. Looking between her legs she saw Rita grab one
of Roy's horsewhips from above the mantelpiece.
She screamed as she felt the first cutting blow as Rita flayed at her quivering
bare bottom.
Tears were streaming down Charlotte's face when Rita, exhausted, finally
finished.
"Now you can ask Roy if he wants to look at it." Snapped Rita, sitting down in a
chair.
Sobbing profusely Charlotte gasped "Do you want to look at my bottom sir?." She
shuffled around to present her huge, throbbing bare bottom to him.
Through tear filled eyes she saw Roy inspecting the damage with a smile of
satisfaction on his face.
"Do you want to look at my cunt?" she panted, reaching round and gingerly
pulling apart the lips of her vagina. She watched as he took out his penis, it
was huge and straining.
"Beg me to fuck you bitch" he said tersely.
"Ooh yes please sir. Will you fuck me. Please put your cock inside me sir" she
moaned. She could feel her moistness running down her inner thighs in
anticipation.
Roy inserted his penis and slapped in and out of Charlotte, causing her intense
pleasurable pain on each thrust.
Finally pumping his semen into her, causing her to scream out in ecstasy, Roy
withdrew his flaccid member and vindictively slapped Charlotte on the rump.
"Get dressed now" ordered Rita. "You can clean this place from top to bottom,
and then make us all something to eat."
"Do you mind if I take my knickers off M'lady. I have a lot of pain on my
bottom" Charlotte asked timidly.
"Certainly fucking not" snapped Rita. "What do you think this is. A fucking
nudist camp?. You'll have to leave them lowered if you can't stand a bit of
pain."
Leaving her panties down around her knees away from her smarting posterior,
Charlotte tugged her small skirts into place and proceeded with the cleaning.
After an exhausting day, Charlotte was allowed to crawl into the cot bed they
had provided for her, and fall into a fitful sleep.
So the days and weeks passed at the Price's. They had Charlotte carry out the
most demeaning tasks, taking a savage delight in her inferior position. She was
sexually abused on a daily basis. Willingly allowing them to take whatever
liberties they wished with her. One afternoon they called her into the living
room. They were entertaining a stranger who they called Ted. He had a video
camera set up and ready.
"This is her Ted" said Rita gloatingly. "She's the genuine article. A one
hundred percent aristocrat, ready to do your bidding. Take off your clothes
Charlotte."
"Yes M'lady" sighed Charlotte meekly, untying her frilly apron and draping it
over the arm of the sofa.
She unbuttoned her maid's dress and stepped out of it. All the while Ted was
filming her discomposure. She then unclipped the cheap white brassiere and
slipped it off, baring her growing breasts to his lens. Her breasts were now
very sensitive, sagging down each side of her rib cage, her enlarged nipples
swollen and moist.
Charlotte hooked her fingers into the waistband of her cotton panties, sliding
them down her stocking clad legs and stepping out of them. She had by now
stopped shaving, and her pubic hair had grown back twice as thick and bushy, her
sensitive labial lips thrusting through the growth. Finally she removed her
shoes, black stockings and garter belt, displaying herself in front of the video
camera completely naked.
Ted made her squeeze her pendulous breasts, causing the milk to spray in several
jets from each one.
He then had her put on her high heels and move awkwardly about the room, her
huge paunch making her appear top heavy.
"Does she do this outdoors?" he enquired, as if she wasn't present.
"Well this is her father's estate so we don't want her recognised, although I
certainly wouldn't know her by now. Still, we can't take any chances. You can
take her to the stables though. There's only my husband there so it should be
OK."
Making Charlotte don one of Rita's raincoats, they went to the stables. The
thoroughly cowed Charlotte could feel the bulk of her tummy and breasts bursting
against the fabric of the coat.
Arriving outside the stables, and making sure the coast was clear, Rita stripped
the raincoat off Charlotte and had her parading her naked pregnant body in front
of her fathers stables. Ted requested that she spread the lips of her vagina for
his camera, this Charlotte obligingly did.
"Shall I pee for him M'lady?" she asked an astonished Rita. Rita being
un-aquatinted with Charlotte's reputation for "Water Sports."
"Carry on" replied Rita laughing.
Charlotte bent at the knees, thrusting her enormous abdomen forward, and
proceeded to urinate onto the ground. Ted was busily filming her uninhibited
display.
At the end of the session, Rita considered it safe enough for Charlotte to walk
back to the bungalow in her state of undress.
Charlotte walked ahead of them, allowing Ted to continue his filming of her
wobbling behind whilst she frantically fingered herself under her rising belly.
When they reached the bungalow she was audibly squelching between her legs...
A couple of days later, Rita ordered her to put on the only set of "The house of
Lawrence" lingerie, that she had brought with her in the suitcase.
It was a beautiful set of pale green panties, bra and garter-belt. Charlotte
donned them with great difficulty, the flimsy brassiere barely containing her
now full, pendulous tits. The delicate knickers refusing to pull up any further
than the top of her vagina, and the garters tight across her huge swollen
stomach.
Standing she looked with despair at her distended pink abdomen, flopping down to
hide her knickers.
Rita had her force on one of her tight stretch dresses and don a pair of high
heels that were ridiculously tall. She then gave Charlotte specific
instructions as to how she wanted her to behave that evening.
When the evening arrived Charlotte discovered she was hostess to the whole of
Ted's video club. She was made to parade hugely up and down in front of them in
this outfit whilst the eight or nine of them filmed her.
Standing Charlotte in front of them all Rita snapped, "Pull up the fucking skirt
then."
Charlotte took the hem of the dress and skinned it up her legs and over her
gigantic belly, to rest on the top of it under her breasts.
They happily filmed her tottering about in this state as Charlotte fondled her
swelling white stomach. She was gasping now as her sensitive tummy reacted to
each touch. Her trembling fingers lightly entered the top of her panties.
Bending slightly at the knees, Charlotte allowed her fingers to brush her
burning clitoris. She suppressed a scream as her insides seemed to explode.
Charlotte put her other hand inside her panties. It made her appear to be
carrying a huge white parcel in front of her.
Sensing Rita behind her, she allowed her to pull her dress off over her head,
squeezing her milk filled breasts as she did so.
Now down to her thin bra, panties and nylons Charlotte presented an erotic
sight. Her fragile knickers forced down low on her hips due to her bulk,
revealed the valley of her bottom at the rear. It was now impossible for
Charlotte to kneel as her tummy was too large, so she bent over and slid her
pale green panties off the cheeks of her bottom. She turned to the men and
presented her bare rear to them, pulling apart the sides to bare her tight
puckered anus to them.
Licking the middle finger of her right hand, Charlotte slid it round to the hole
of her ass and carefully inserted it. She posed stooped over in front of the
men, thrusting her finger in and out of her tight hole. Her face was flushed red
from her efforts as she gasped and panted, her knees trembling with her
exertions.
"And there you have it gentlemen" said Rita gloatingly. "The cream of the
aristocracy and world-wide top model. Standing in front of you with her knickers
pulled down, shoving her finger in her ass, and her big fat belly dangling down.
Where could you get better value for money?."
Charlotte flushed an even brighter red when she heard this, but she continued
with her labours.
"Right you bitch. Down on your back" ordered Rita. Charlotte started to withdraw
her finger till Rita said sharply. "Who told you to take your finger out of your
ass?. You'll keep it in till told otherwise."
Pushing her finger deep inside her anus Charlotte rose. One breast had come free
from its lacy cup and was hanging down outside it, milky liquid seeping from the
large brown nipple.
She felt that her knickers had slipped down at the front baring her wet vagina,
so she turned to the men to let them see and video it, her belly thrust out
obscenely in front of her.
Rita was indicating the carpet so Charlotte eased herself down onto it, keeping
her finger thrust firmly up her bottom.
Lying on her back with her knees up Charlotte resembled a large, white beached
whale. Her other breast had now escaped from her bra, and they drooped down
either side of her rib cage.
"What did I tell you to ask them?" enquired Rita brightly, rather like a
school-teacher.
In a small voice Charlotte said in her best cut glass, Slogan Ranger accent, "I
would like you all to wank over my big fat belly."
Needing no encouragement now, they proceeded in groups of two or three to
masturbate over her. Charlotte encouraged them, kissing them gently on their
lips and penis's till a large deposit of semen spread stickle over her swelling
abdomen.
Remembering her instructions from Rita, Charlotte massaged her stomach with her
left hand, her sticky fingers slicking over her ugly protruding belly button,
and smearing the liquid down to her gaping hairy cunt.
When she had finished. she opened her legs wide for them all to see and
photograph her debauched state. Her distended slit was running with their
juices, and the large mound of her belly glistened with semen. Her tits hung
slackly on either side of her body seeping milky fluid. Charlotte still had her
finger working frantically in and out of her tight rear orifice, as she clenched
her even white teeth with the effort of achieving an orgasm.
It was probably the most decadent sight they had ever seen...
Rita arrived at the conclusion that no one would recognise Charlotte in her
present stage. Quite a few of the workers on the estate had now seen Charlotte
without any recognition. She therefore allowed Charlotte to go out from time to
time.
She used this to her own advantage, sending Charlotte to the supermarket for the
weeks shopping and other errands.
Rita had used some of the money she had received from the video club to purchase
a thin, cheap maternity dress. With an old pair of Rite's flip-flops, Charlotte
blended in with the single mothers from the poorer part of the local council
estate.
Charlotte had become so enslaved by Rita that she found herself falling in love
with her. She had fallen in lust with Rita's cruelty, and the barbarous little
refinements that she thought up for her.
Rita took still photographs of Charlotte naked one morning. She made her sit
cross-legged on a glass topped coffee table in Buddha fashion, her swollen white
belly thrusting out in front of her and her face caked with make-up.
"Lift your fat gut up you cunt" she shouted at the frightened Charlotte. "I want
to get some shots of your greasy slit and that lard-barrel's hiding it."
Charlotte tearfully reached down and put her arms round her big belly. It was an
effort to bend now due to her size, and she had to make an effort to heave her
large tummy upwards, revealing her wet, gaping hole.
She peered down at Rita who was busy clicking away with her camera, getting as
many shots of Charlotte's hairy hole and lower belly as she could. Charlotte
noticed that Rita had spread plastic covering on the floor. More 'water sports'
she concluded.
Rita had changed the still camera for her own video camera. "Right you high
class slut. I want you to start pissing, and I want you to describe how it feels
being such a dirty bitch."
Charlotte had now become used to Rita's little quirks and she strained her
bladder. She looked down, having to move her belly to one side to see her cunt.
She reached in with her fingers, and pulled her bushy pubic hair to one side so
Rita could get a good look.
"I'm going to pull my slit open now M'lady "reported Charlotte dutifully. "I can
feel the piss coming. There it is. It feels so hot against my ankles. My God
M'lady , I'm a fucking dirty cunt. I need fucking punishing for this." On and
on went Charlotte. She was quite used to these routines by now was thrilled
every time she merited punishment.
Towards the end of her pregnancy Rita said she was putting her out on the
streets again.
Charlotte was surprised when Rita prepared her carefully for this new
humiliation. She generally liked Charlotte to look like a complete slut, but
this time she had Charlotte prepare carefully. She even peroxided Charlotte's
hair personally, getting rid of the dark roots and styling it into Charlotte's
smart chignon.
Leaving Charlotte to have a hot shower and apply her make-up, instructing her to
'Look like a lady, even if your not fucking one now', Rita went to get something
for her to wear.
Rita had to settle for Larry's largest size lingerie, high heels and stockings
and an expensive sheath dress. Sheer devilment had made her choose the dress.
Rita cut a large hole in the front of the £5000 garment. She made Charlotte pull
it on, allowing her swelling tummy to project hugely out of the hole, bisected
by the thin garter belt.
Charlotte inspected herself in the mirror. She looked perfect apart from the
huge white mound jutting out from her dress. In Charlotte's now debauched state
of mind, her immense bare belly made her feel more erotic than ever.
Rita had her patrol her old area. Charlotte had a surprising number of
customers, due to her pregnancy and the unusual nature of her services. She now
went in for "water sports" as a standard part of her business.
The clients, attracted by the huge bulk sprouting lewdly from the front of her
sheath dress, would take Charlotte down the alley by a street light where she
would pull the dress up over her fat belly, push her knickers down to her
ankles, squat and hold her bulk up with both hands whilst spraying the pavement
with her pee. Charlotte delighted in debasing herself in this fashion.
One evening she was waddling obscenely up and down in front of a client, skirt
tugged up to the undersides of her breasts and her knickers round her ankles,
when a large black car drew up by the side of her.
"Lady Spencer" a refined, quiet voice enquired.
Charlotte went across to the vehicle, her belly jutting out in front of her. She
recognised with some trepidation the family solicitor. Through information from
her brother and work by a private detective agency, her solicitor had tracked
her down.
The news he imparted to Charlotte was shocking. It seemed that her mother,
father and brother had been killed in a plane accident on their way back from
America.
Lady Charlotte Spencer collapsed onto the pavement in shock, and proceeded to
miscarry her unborn child...
To be continued...
