Chapter Four.
Three weeks passed as Charlotte made a slow recovery in hospital. She had bled
profusely for two weeks and then, to the doctors amazement, she'd completely
dried up. Charlotte could only put it down to the tablets she had been taking.
She'd grieved deeply and bitterly for her lost parents and brother, the funeral
taking place whilst she was hospitalized. It seemed her father, Lord Harold
Spencer, having had the situation of his daughter explained to him by her
brother, had gone to the States to employ the services of a professional who
dealt with people who's minds had been screwed up, so she also felt a deep sense
of guilt about that too. Slowly though, the gnawing need for the drugs she'd
been addicted to, drove all other thoughts from her mind.
At Charlotte's whining insistence, the head sister sent for Rita, who Charlotte
described as her personal maidservant.
When Rita arrived Charlotte had already signed herself out of hospital against
medical advice.
"Oh M'lady" Charlotte sobbed. "I've got to have some of my stuff... tablets... a
needle... anything!!! Please, please, pleeeaaassse... Ooooh... What have you
done to m... me? It's been driving me round the fucking bend."
Rita was gratified that Charlotte was still under her influence.
"Less of the M'lady in front of other people" she hissed nervously. "Cut out the
language too you fucking slut. Act like the lady you once were whilst you're in
here."
"Sorry M'lady." Charlotte wailed desperately, washing down the four tablets Rita
had taken from her handbag. "My cunt's been on fire these last two days. I need
a real good fucking badly."
Rita ignored Charlotte's terrible syntax, (a lapse she would never have been
found guilty of before her misfortune), and regarded Charlotte calculatingly as
she dressed. Her hair was back to its normal beautiful light brown colour, and
her waistline was almost down to what it had been previously. There was a slight
provocative rising of her tummy as it flared down to her pubis but she looked
perfect. The real difference lay in her breasts. They were now medium to large,
and drooping, swelled with milk and painful for Charlotte. Rita could see the
thin tracery of veins causing tenderness and distention of her once small pink
nipples. Charlotte's nipples were now stiffened and surrounded by large brown
aureoles, seeping milk that the nurses had Charlotte express every few hours.
Charlotte dressed herself in a smart black mourning costume, black high heels
and sheer black stockings. Her pale features were offset by crimson lipstick and
a chic veiled black hat. Rita thought she looked more beautiful than ever.
"My, my" she murmured. "We'll have to have you barefoot and pregnant again as
soon as possible won't we you cocky bitch?."
"Yes M'lady. Anything that pleases you." Charlotte would do anything to please
Rita, who held a Svengali like influence over her.
When they reached Spencer House, the ancestral home, the head steward had the
domestic staff waiting to greet their new mistress.
After acquainting herself once more with the staff old and new, Charlotte
summonsed the butler into her fathers old games room.
"I just want you to be quite certain who is giving the orders from now on"
Charlotte informed him. "I'll be giving the orders as far as the staff are
concerned, but the ultimate authority will come from Rita here."
He appeared dumbfounded so Rita said, "Do you have any problems with that?. It
could work to your advantage you know Williams. I know that you've fancied
'Lady' Charlotte for two or three years, isn't that so Williams?."
Not wanting to commit himself, Williams maintained a tactful and embarrassed
silence. Lady Charlotte Spencer blushed uncontrollably, looking nervously around
the large games-room at her gawping staff.
"I know it's a fact because I've seen you leering at her" Rita went on. "Tell
her what you'd like to see. Tell her you want to see her underclothes Williams.
Go on, don't be frightened. I'll let you indulge your fantasies. I'm the final
authority. She'll do as you say. We're the Masters now!"
Williams, hardly daring to believe it, ventured, "W... Would you show me your
underclothing M'lady?." He'd always shown little imagination or poetic
initiative.
Charlotte was aware that Rita was trying to establish her authority straight
away with the key personnel in the household.
"What do you want to see Williams?." she asked meekly and nervously. "Would you
like me to show you m... my knickers, or perhaps you'd prefer to look at my
breasts?."
Williams couldn't believe he was hearing this. This was the lady who gave no one
under her own station in life a second glance. She now stood in front of him,
immaculate in her black mourning costume, the veil of her small black hat
shading her smooth, white forehead.
"Possibly you'd allow me to see your breasts M'lady" Williams said hesitantly,
but still with a halting deference.
"Certainly Williams" muttered Charlotte wretchedly, but politely, unbuttoning
her jacket as if this was an everyday occurrence. She slipped it off and
Williams felt a stirring in his trousers as Charlotte revealed the white lacy
top of her petticoat. Charlotte inserted her slim hand into the top of the silky
garment and pulled out her left breast. It popped into Williams startled view,
large and white, tipped with a hard moist nipple jutting out from a large brown
aureole. Lady Charlotte pulled out her other breast and allowed them both to sag
down on top of her petticoat.
She stood tantalizingly in front of Williams with her bared breasts drooping
down, her heart beating fast making her naked breasts pulsate slightly.
Her whole staff just stood there in shocked silence.
"Go on then" snapped Rita. "Show them. Jiggle them about a bit and let him see."
Knowing what Rita had on her mind, Charlotte delicately took her breasts in both
hands and gently moved them up and down. Her very touch made them respond,
opaque lactic fluid seeping from her stiffened nipples. She jutted them forward
and bounced them up and down faster and faster.
"Stop" commanded Rita.
Charlotte dropped her hands away from them and they flopped down onto the silk
of her petticoat, liquid pulsing out steadily from each one and making large
damp patches on the white silk of her slip.
"So you see. 'Lady' Charlotte has been naughty while she's been away. She didn't
get those milk filled tits riding horses."
Rita enjoyed his confusion as she went on, "Tell him what a naughty girl you've
been 'Lady' Charlotte. Let him know how easy you are now. I think you should be
spanked for being so wicked don't you?."
Charlotte dropped her eyes. "Yes M'lady" the amazed butler heard her say. "I
should be spanked hard. Do you want me to bend over M'lady?"
"Well Williams?. What do you want 'Lady' Charlotte to do?. Do you want her
across your knee, or bent across a chair while you beat her?. It's up to you."
"Would you mind bending over M'lady" Williams said hesitantly, never a one for
rash moves that might jeopardize his career at a later date.
Charlotte then swayed across to him and bent over, bracing her legs apart and
thrusting her tight skirted shapely bottom out for him.
She saw her bared breasts swing out in front of her, seeping liquid as they
seemed to throb with constraint. Charlotte longed for Williams to squeeze them
and express the milk inside. Rita had told Charlotte she would have to suckle
her own breasts to keep the supply plentiful. The devious woman could see a
market for Lady Charlotte's lactation, one that she intended to 'milk' for all
she could get out of it, no pun intended.
Lady Charlotte grasped and held onto her well turned ankles while Williams
tapped weakly on her drum tight skirt.
"Harder Williams", snapped Rita. "'Lady' Charlotte wants to scream with pain,
don't you darling?."
"Yes" begged Charlotte. "Do you want me to pull up my skirt Williams?" she went
on, tugging her skirt up her nylon covered legs and settling it around her
waist.
Williams stared at the expensive white silk panties covering her rear. He felt a
stirring in his trousers as he slapped harder at his mistresses tender rump.
"Ask him if he wants you to take your knickers down 'Lady' Charlotte", purred
Rita, thoroughly enjoying her discomfiture.
"Shall I pull my panties down Williams?" Charlotte said in a faltering voice.
She moistened her dried lips as she prepared to bare everything in front of her
watching servants.
Taking hold of the waistband of her panties Charlotte tugged them down to her
knees. Her garter snaps were securing her stockings just above her knees,
trapping the knickers against her thighs and baring her white bottom for
everyone to admire.
"That's what you'll do every time you come into this house from now on.", Rita
said with satisfaction. "You'll pull your knickers down to your knees every time
you're indoors and make yourself fully available for everyone. Williams, you'll
brief all the staff to see she complies with that. Now tell Williams how you
want him to make you scream?."
Charlotte's muffled sobbing voice issued out from under her as she instructed
him. "Slap m... me hard Williams. Make me scream."
Williams was now fully aroused. He looked at Lady Spencer's naked white bottom
that she was presenting to him. Hardly daring to ask he ventured, "Would M'lady
perhaps... a'hem... let me see your... er... well... between your legs
properly."
Charlotte bent her knees and pushed them outwards as far as the restricting
knickers would allow. In this awkward position she tilted her behind upwards as
far as she could. She then placed her hands on either side of her bottom,
pulling apart the cheeks and permitting Williams to see the small puckered
opening of her anus, her pink wet vaginal cleft flaring out beneath it.
Williams caught his breath at the sight. The untouchable mistress. The
aristocratic Lady of the house. International model and socialite bending over
in front of him, a mere servant, offering him a view of herself he would never
have dreamed of.
"Well get on with it Williams" came her muffled voice. "You can see my vagina.
Just hurt me, now."
Williams laid about Lady Charlotte's bottom with a will, his rough hand
thrilling at the feel of her soft skin as he slapped her time after time.
After two dozen or more blows, delivered with force, Williams registered that
Lady Charlotte was weeping from the pain he was inflicting. He paused and looked
at her once white bottom. It was bright red with livid marks brought up by his
punishment. Lady Charlotte's legs were trembling uncontrollably as she fought to
keep the cheeks of her bottom opened for him.
Williams could see large patches of damp appearing on the light coloured carpet
in front of her. When he looked he saw that her breasts were gushing fluid, each
one spurting out a copious amount of milk that Charlotte couldn't control. Even
as he looked Williams could see her Ladyship's elegant fingers edge in to her
seeping cleft and begin fingering herself frantically, gasping and weeping as
she unashamedly debased herself.
"That'll do for now Williams" ordered Rita.
Charlotte straightened up panting and tearful, and reached down to pull up her
panties.
"What the hell do you think you're playing at?", snapped Rita. "I distinctly
told you not to have your knickers up indoors didn't I?. Your Charlotte the
Harlot from now on, understand?."
Charlotte nodded in abject humiliation. She stood in front of the two servants
with her skirts raised and her panties down to her knees. Charlotte could feel
moisture running from her bare shaved vagina and down the inside of her thighs,
as she gazed hungrily at the bulge in the her butlers trousers.
Her lower abdomen was again shaved clean, the result of the ministrations of the
nurses in the hospital. Williams drank in the sight of her wet pink slit
pulsating with craving, her labia and clitoris standing out, glistening with
sticky fluid. He never dreamt that he would see Lady Charlotte like this and he
felt his penis straining.
Lady Charlotte presented a very erotic sight. Her now large naked breasts were
settled on top of her white silk slip, sagging to either side and copiously
weeping milk onto her petticoat. Her long shapely legs encased in black nylons
emphasized the naked juncture shining with moisture.
Charlotte still had the chic black hat seated incongruously on her head, the
half veil accentuating her beautiful pale features. Williams ached to push his
hard cock inside her.
Rita, smiling wickedly at the two men, purred "Come here "Lady" Spencer."
Williams looked at Rita. She was herself a stunning looking woman. Her short
black hair framed a beautiful pale face, crimson lipstick emphasizing her full
pouting lips. She was smartly dressed in lilac coloured costume suit, white
sling-back high heels and white blouse.
Charlotte stood submissively in front of Rita whilst Rita raked her long scarlet
fingernails lightly and sensuously down Charlotte's shaved pubis.
Williams saw Charlotte tremble uncontrollably at Rita's touch. He became more
aroused as Lady Charlotte began to groan, pushing her vagina out to Rita's
stroking fingers.
"Oh, you'd be surprised at what 'Lady' Charlotte can do with this part of her
anatomy" Rita said silkily, suddenly thrusting her middle finger deep into the
wet cleft.
Charlotte gasped and clutched her breasts with passion as her legs buckled and
quivered, her hips thrusting against Rita's hand demandingly.
"Wouldn't you love me do the same 'Lady' Charlotte?" Rita whispered in
Charlotte's ear. She was now aroused herself as she added, "How would you like
me to pull my skirt up and push my knickers down?. I'll allow you to tell me
what you want me to do. You can use your usual foul language."
Charlotte couldn't believe she had heard Rita correctly. Was this the same cruel
taskmaster of these past few months?.
Williams listened in amazement as Lady Spencer's refined voice spewed out the
foulest gutter talk.
"Ooh yes" Charlotte gasped. "Get your fucking skirt up and lets see your fucking
cunt."
"That's more like the Charlotte we've come to know and love" said Rita, placing
her hands on each of her thighs and edging her pale slim skirt up her beautiful
nylon covered legs.
Rita's skirt came to rest around her trim waist, revealing a pair of pale blue
silk French knickers trimmed with darker blue lace.
"Now get those fucking knickers down you fucking whore" Charlotte said urgently.
"Lets see if you can fucking stand to humiliate yourself in front of others as
I've had to do." Her voice was trembling with a mixture of anger and desire.
"Certainly M'lady" said Rita in a mocking voice, as she hooked her thumbs round
the elastic waistband of her panties.
She eased them down off her hips, trapping them like Charlotte's between the
fastenings of her garter snaps and her thighs.
Williams gazed with craving at the two beautiful half-naked women. Rita had
exposed a vaginal area that was covered with thick black pubic hair.
"Right you fucking whore" gritted Charlotte, who had placed one of her fathers
highly polished brass spittoons on the snooker table. "Fucking get on the table
and show Williams how you can piss into that. I want you to spread your cunt
wide so he can see it."
Excited at her own display, but mentally vowing that Charlotte would be made to
pay for her presumption, Rita climbed with some difficulty onto the green table.
She found it rather difficult, her upper thighs somewhat restricted by her
lowered panties.
Having gained position on the table top, Rita straddled the spittoon. Lowering
herself to a half squat she faced Williams and parted the pink lips of her
vagina with her long scarlet tipped fingers.
He watched with eager fascination as Rita pulled apart the moist shining gash
and licked her red lips. A look of concentration covered her lovely face as
water began to stream out of her slit.
Rita peed copiously into the spittoon, pulling her cunt wider and wider for them
both to see.
Finishing off she rose from her squatting position and said to Charlotte, "Just
one more order M'lady and then its back to normal. Understood."
Charlotte nodded and said, "Let Williams see your fucking tits. Comes to that
let me see your fucking tits. I've not seen nothing of you since we've known one
another you selfish cunt."
Rita unbuttoned her lilac coloured jacket and shrugged it off her creamy
shoulders. She then unbuttoned her blouse, letting it drop to reveal a delicate
blue brassiere. Unhooking the bra Rita slid the thin straps down her arms to
bare two small pink tipped breasts. She presented a sensual display for the two
onlookers.
"Right" she snapped. "You've had your day in court for awhile. Now put your
clothing in order you slut, Williams can see all you've got."
Rita picked up her clothing and proceeded to dress, prompting Charlotte to
adjust the top of her clothing and don her jacket again. Keeping Rita's
instructions in mind, she merely pulled her skirt down to cover her lowered
knickers.
"I'm expecting that bastard Rick back any day now. He's found out about how
you've inherited the whole shebang and he's coming back as fast as his fucking
legs can carry him. Till he gets back you'll still jump to any tune either
myself or Williams sings out right."
"Yes M'lady" Charlotte replied meekly. She'd noticed that there'd been no sign
of Rita's husband for weeks. Charlotte decided to let sleeping dogs lie and,
with Rita's permission, readied herself to go shopping for new clothes that
would fit her that afternoon.
Completing her shopping spree that afternoon, Lady Charlotte Spencer went
through the front door, into the large reception hall and looked nervously
around.
There was no sign of any of the staff but Williams, who hovered politely by the
pantry door.
After she had instructed him to off-load her shopping from the car he said,
"There is a gentleman to see you M'lady. He's waiting in the study for you."
Charlotte dismissed Williams and made to go into the study till she heard a
polite cough. She looked round and found Williams looking at her meaningfully.
Flushing Charlotte nervously took the hem of her skirt in her hands and, looking
round to see if anyone else was watching, drew it up her legs to her waist. Half
turning away from Williams, she pushed her white nylon panties down off her hips
and quickly pulled her skirt down over them.
"I don't think that's acceptable M'lady" said Williams in a deferential tone. "I
think they should be down at your knees as before."
Glaring with humiliation at the upstart butler, Charlotte hiked her skirt up
again and, defiantly faced him as she slid her knickers down to the trapped
position by her knees.
"Well Williams?. Does this pass muster?" she asked icily.
"I think so M'lady. The gentleman who is waiting to see you is your fathers
solicitor, and he also wishes to see me. Rita thinks it would be prudent if,
during the course of our conversation, you could display your dishabille."
Williams looked at Charlotte carefully.
"Right Williams. I'm certain that you'll ensure I carry out Rita's instructions
to the bloody letter" gritted Charlotte, suddenly hating William's as she led
the way into the study and greeted the solicitor.
Charlotte sat opposite the solicitor who identified himself as Mr. John Wood, of
'Charles Wood and Sons Ltd.'
Williams seated himself unobtrusively to one side as Wood took a sheaf of papers
from his briefcase.
"Well Mr. Wood. Where does all this leave me legally?" inquired Charlotte,
crossing her ankles carefully.
"Call me John, M'lady. It seems, being the only surviving relative you'll
inherit the estates, monies and all other properties apart from a few small
bequests to the people on this list. I have taken the liberty to invite them
here this evening. Mr. Williams here has been granted a sum of five thousand
pounds and a small pension. There are other small bequests to some of the other
staff."
Charlotte pulled her shapely legs up and to one side as she took the list from
John, noting that Williams was watching her closely.
"They should be arriving shortly so perhaps we should prepare to receive guests"
Charlotte said reading the list.
Then she deliberately allowed her skirt to ride back in front of John. The
ribbed pattern of her stockings and the white nylon of her panties were revealed
to him.
John watched Lady Charlotte carefully as she perused the list. She idly stroked
her knee, plucking at the crotch of her lowered panties as she read.
Suddenly, she put the list down and looked him directly in the face. With great
deliberation Charlotte slid the calf of her crossed leg up the knee of her other
leg, her stockings rubbing together with a hissing sound.
John watched impassively as Charlotte's white upper thighs were revealed past
the gaping leg band of her knickers.
Finally resting her ankle on her knee Charlotte presented him with a long clear
view of her naked crotch.
John Wood stared calmly and quite impassively at Charlotte's shaved bare vagina,
as if the bereaved acted like this every day.
"If your intent on showing me your vagina M'lady, why don't you go the whole hog
and spread your legs over the arms of the chair?" he suggested gently. It would
appear that Mr. Wood had been fully acquainted with Charlotte's recent past
history.
Charlotte flushed as she caught the slight, approving nod of Williams head.
Uncomfortably, she undid the garter snap on her crossed leg. She then pushed her
long fingers into the waistband of her knickers and slipped them off one leg,
leaving them trapped on the other side.
Looking a little unsteadily at the solicitor, she draped her legs on either side
of the chair, which opened the moist slit of her cunt about two and a half
inches across.
John noticed that her inner labia was distended like two folded over leaves
which were wet and glistening.
She was breathing deeply and heavily now, aware of John's cool gaze probing her
throbbing bare slit.
"Don't you think its time to prepare for the... er... guests coming M'lady?"
came Williams even voice.
The spell broken, the blushing Charlotte lowered her legs to the floor and
brushed her skirt down...
To be continued...
