Chapter Five.
Charlotte was very particular in her choice of wardrobe for the meeting. She'd
been to the shops and bought items she would never have acquired before her
transformation and narcotic dependency. She was glaringly different. Her choice
of underwear, and exotic clothing underlined this.
Williams had enhanced her sexual tension, giving her a double issue of tablets,
which left Lady Spencer feeling an aching desire for release and ultimate
debasement. Her obsessions had long passed the craving for just sexual
intercourse. They now ran darker, and much, much deeper.
Rita had given Charlotte precise instructions for the evening. Keeping these in
mind she slipped on a new pair of brief white satin panties, and artfully pulled
them up to her waist this time, allowing them to cup her sex between her legs.
Charlotte noticed that her well-used vagina now stood out in relief against the
satin material, each labial lip moistly outlined against the shiny surface.
Charlotte had purchased a few dozen packets of nylon stocking's that were two
sizes too small. This was quite deliberate to allow her to suspend her knickers
about knee high when she pulled them down.
Charlotte had dressed in a black chiffon blouse that fastened at the neck and
clung tastefully to her slim arms. She'd neglected to wear a brassiere, having
instead a heavy white silk shift that prevented her breasts from showing through
the transparent garment.
Charlotte slipped on her elegant black high heels, smoothing the hem of her slim
black skirt over the conflicting shiny white of the petticoat. The skirt had a
fashionable "high line" waist that caught just under her pendulous breasts and
swelled teasingly out over her slightly swelling stomach.
Pausing briefly in front of the mirror to check her make-up, Charlotte noted
with gratified complacency that she looked more beautiful than ever. Her
exquisite features were pale with strong emphasis on her eyes and voluptuous
lips.
Satisfied with her appearance, Charlotte walked slowly and carefully down the
steep steps and into the receiving room. She noted that all the people that were
on the bequests list were present, possibly two dozen families...
She seated herself between Mr. Wood the solicitor and a demure Rita and faced
the assembled guests, prudently crossing her shapely calves and allowing her
legs to rest to one side. She saw with a sudden thrill that the eyes of most of
the men and even some of their wives were admiring them.
John Wood read out all the bequests whilst Charlotte sat in silence, surveying
her obvious admirers in the audience. Most of the assembled group had never seen
the world famous model and heiress in the flesh and were held spellbound by her
aristocratic beauty.
After the reading of the will, Williams opened the small bar at the rear of the
large reception room and started serving drinks. Soft piped music filled the
background as Charlotte started mixing with the guests in her 'Lady of the
Manor' fashion.
She enchanted them. Her expensive perfume enveloping them as she softly talked
to them one by one. Whilst discussing the future of his smallholding with one of
the farmers on the estate, a man called Paul Hunt; Charlotte noticed his obvious
state of arousal.
'It looks like Mr. Hunt is ready to hunt... ready to hunt my cunt' thought
Charlotte, glancing at Mr. Hunt's bulging trousers.
Charlotte, following Rita's instructions, unobtrusively reached over to the
bulge and gently caressed it.
Hunt visibly started, glancing swiftly round the room to ensure they were not
being observed. Charlotte looked steadily at him as she continued her
manipulations, not giving a damn if everyone was watching.
She unzipped Hunt's trousers and slipped her soft hand inside. Paul was now both
physically excited and nervous. Charlotte had now pulled the front of his briefs
down and was rubbing her cool fingers up and down his bared penis. He backed
imperceptibly out of view of the room into a door recess containing a large
potted plant. Charlotte moved relentlessly with him, jerking the large member
clear of his trousers. Paul couldn't believe it.
Lady Spencer looked devastatingly beautiful and coolly collected as she teased
his throbbing prick. Each time he neared a climax she seemed to sense it and
withdrew her hand till he calmed down, chattering softly all the time in her
clear modulated voice.
"Gorgeous isn't she?" a soft woman's voice said in his ear.
Paul jumped, and turned his head quickly in the direction of the voice. He
didn't recognize the attractive woman who now stood shielding Lady Spencer and
himself from the rest of the guests.
"Would you like to see more of her?" Rita went on in a relentless urging tone,
anxious to demonstrate her power over her formally domineering employer. Then,
without waiting for a reply, Rita nodded imperiously to Charlotte. Paul watched
in disbelief as Lady Spencer pulled the front of her chic black skirt up her
lovely legs.
"What do you think of her then Mr. Hunt?" inquired Rita sweetly. "Quite the
little street tart isn't she?"
Lady Spencer had now raised her skirt up to the underside of her breasts,
gathering her white underskirt up as she went. He gaped at her panties drawn up
tight against the outlined slit of her vagina. It seemed to be visibly pulsating
through the thin satin.
"Would you like "Lady Spencer" to pull down the front of her knickers for you
Paul?" whispered Rita suggestively.
Paul could hardly answer her as she leaned past Charlotte and opened the door
behind her. Pushing the door open Rita eased Charlotte and Paul into the library
behind. Closing it on the other guests Rita took charge.
"Right slut" she snapped, to Paul's amazement. "Pull the front of your knickers
down and show Paul your cunt. DO IT NOW!"
Submissively Charlotte obeyed her, tugging the waistband of her panties down
over her lower belly to bare her shaven pubis and swollen slit.
Charlotte presented a delightfully provocative sight to Paul.
Lady Spencer again reached out and gently clasped his stiff penis, slowly
caressing it as she drew his lower body closer to hers.
"Don't put it inside her" Rita instructed tersely. "M'lady Charlotte will take
care of you till you come into her knickers. Then I want you to tell each of the
other men here that Lady Spencer awaits their pleasure in the library. Have you
got that Mr. Hunt?"
Nodding mutely Paul felt Lady Spencer's grasp on his member tighten gently as
she rubbed the tip up and down the distended lips of her vagina. Paul finally
felt himself explode, as huge amounts of sperm drenched the inside of Lady
Spencer's panties and naked cunt. He reeled unsteadily from the library to
inform the other tenant farmers and male legatees that they were required in the
library. One after another they entered the library, each one spending about
five minutes a time in there, and then coming out with a dazed look on their
faces.
In the library, Rita made sure that each visit didn't end in a coupling. The
last three men were instructed to come into Lady Spencer's mouth.
"Retain it in your mouth slut!" instructed Rita after the first man of the last
three expended his seed over her tongue and teeth.
Charlotte did this with some difficulty while the next two pumped sperm into her
eager mouth, trying with unwillingness not to swallow.
When the last man left the library Rita had Charlotte draw her panties up over
the enormous amount of sticky sperm that had seeped down over her cleft and
gathered in the 'V' of the tops of her legs.
Charlotte glanced mutely down to see that her satin panties contained the
glutinous deposits with no leakage.
Maintaining her hold of the remaining semen in her mouth, Charlotte allowed the
purring Rita to painstakingly refresh the lipstick on her closed lips before
being led by the hand through the door past the assembled company, to one of the
smaller reception rooms on the other side of the hallway.
"There's someone here to see you Charlotte," she said, opening the door. "Pull
your skirt up again and let him see your cunt."
Reaching down and pulling up her skirt, Charlotte entered the room. She stopped
short in mute surprise when she saw who stood there. It was Rick. His hulking,
panther like body dominated the room as usual.
"Well. Well." He murmured, eyeing Charlotte up and down appreciatively. "You
look a fucking sight better than he last time I saw you Charlotte."
Rick looked directly and meaningfully at Charlotte's exposed satin panties.
Knowing what Rick wanted Charlotte eased the knickers down off her hips,
allowing Rick to see the opaque sticky white fluid surrounding her aching cleft.
"Open your mouth bitch. Show Rick what a filthy cow you've been" Rita goaded.
Charlotte slowly opened her mouth. Rick peered at Charlotte's flawless face. He
made her pull back her carmined lips from her white teeth as if he were
examining a horse.
Charlotte tentatively stuck the tip of her tongue out. It was covered with
sperm, as were her teeth. "My God" Rick shouted. "You fucking filthy cow.
Fucking swallow it NOW."
Slowly running the glistening come over her beautiful lips, Charlotte nervously
began to swallow the copious amounts of spunk deposited in her mouth.
"Your ready for another dose of humiliation you bitch. Get a shower and put some
fresh underwear on. We're going out tonight."
Charlotte prepared herself with equal degrees of fear and excitement. Rick could
think up the most degrading yet sexually stimulating diversions. She had no idea
that Rita had plans to get her out from underfoot now that the details of the
will had been settled. She'd got her hands onto what she was after, and what she
planned for Charlotte, would cause the once aristocratic bitch, to really hit
rock bottom.
Rita almost creamed herself in delight...
Charlotte readied herself, slipping on a new pair of lacy white panties to
replace the soiled satin pair and retaining the rest of her expensive wardrobe,
over which she slipped a smart black costume blazer. After dosing Charlotte an
injection into her well used veins, and treble the measure of tablets, Rick and
Rita took the Range Rover and the three proceeded to the much frequented, and
sleazy area of the East End that Charlotte now knew very well.
They pulled into a car park near the familiar subway station that Charlotte had
served her apprenticeship as a prostitute.
Rick ordered Charlotte down to the shut down area of the station once more,
stipulating that he wanted her to exchange items of her own clothing, for the
equivalent items from the down and outs.
"It seems your still determined to act the slut so you'll dress the part," he
instructed. "You'll be staying here for a few days and I'll be coming down to
give you your "fix," and take an ongoing video of you for a continental
pornographic television channel."
Listening with growing horror and trepidation, Charlotte entered the underground
and down the broken escalator to the collection of bums and dropouts that
gathered there nightly for shelter and a place to get a little uneasy sleep.
Rick explained to this group of deadbeats what he wanted of them, and how
Charlotte was ready to accommodate their wishes.
"Now's your chance to gain some decent clothes" he went on. "The Lady Charlotte
is dressed in the height of fashion. Feel free to choose whatever takes your
fancy," he encouraged a group of rather dirty looking teenage "New Age" girls.
He'd unpacked the video camera and had started to film the scene.
With anxiety Charlotte watched as this unkempt group approached her, eyeing her
up and down and taking stock of her fashionable clothes as if they were in a
clothing shop and she were the mannequin.
One particularly dishevelled young woman tugged the hem of Charlotte's skirt up
her elegant legs to her waist. Charlotte stood revealed in her chic white
panties, her vagina faintly exposed through the fragile lace and framed by the
thin straps of her garters running down her white thighs to secure her wispy
nylons. She teetered on her high heels as she shivered with the cold.
"I want the fucking knickers you rich bitch," the girl demanded.
"That's OK" Rick allowed. "Just remember that you have to exchange your own
clothing with the Lady Charlotte."
Charlotte saw with revulsion that the girl had taken off a filthy pair of
tattered panties. She had to take a stand, and absolutely refused to don them
till they were washed.
Rick allowed Charlotte quickly to wash the off-white panties in the dirty
urinals, using the green liquid hand soap and wringing them out as best she
could.
Standing in front of the group once more she pulled down the exclusive "House of
Lawrence" knickers, hurriedly pulling on the torn damp cotton briefs she'd just
washed. She contrived to shield herself from them, managing to conceal her
swollen sexual organs. Charlotte settled the cheap panties around her waist.
They were very badly ripped, and laundering had made them worse, the material
coming away from the waistband on one hip. The one sided bartering for her
clothes went on, systematically transforming Charlotte into a ragged looking
tramp.
At one stage, when she took off her heavy silk petticoat baring her unsupported
breasts, one of the women offered her grubby brassiere in exchange for the
garter-belt and stockings. Rick nodded curtly at this and Charlotte gave the
scruffy looking female these items and, with some distaste and difficulty, put
the bra on. It was on the small side and ripped at the sides allowing
Charlotte's large sagging tits to push out each side, milk squeezing out as she
tried to push them back in.
At the end of the conversion Rick made her stand in the middle of the group of
misfits whilst he videoed the scene.
Charlotte presented an entirely different sight from the sophisticated, elegant
upper class lady that had walked into the station. She stood with her head down,
a dirty yellow cardigan over a cheap threadbare blouse, a skimpy and faded
paisley patterned skirt barely covering her nether regions. It was cinched at
her waist with a tatty black plastic belt.
She was bare legged and wearing a pair of scuffed chunky heeled black shoes. The
soles had broken away from the uppers and were roughly repaired with crude cord.
Luckily they were in Charlotte's size. Her downtrodden appearance was
startlingly contradicted by her beautifully made up face and fashionable glossy
hair swept into a chic off the face style. She was visibly trembling with cold
in the scant clothes.
"Right you bitch! You tried to hide your assets from these people so now you'll
fucking show them. Get your fucking knickers down and pull the skirt up as far
as it'll go."
As Rick busied himself with the camera Charlotte wriggled the damp knickers down
to her knees. As everyone watched she pulled the short tight skirt over her soft
slightly swelling belly, hauling it up to her waist.
"Higher you cow" Rick demanded. "Up to your tits. Then fucking show them how
obscene you can get."
Frantically Charlotte tugged at the cheap material, pulling it over her lower
rib cage to rest just under her lactating breasts itching in the trashy
brassiere. Spreading her legs wide Charlotte stood almost completely naked for
them, her distended cunt glistening as she dropped one hand to it and pulled it
apart with two fingers.
As she frenziedly fingered herself one of the females murmured, "God this kinky
stuff really turns her on."
Gasping and groaning Charlotte thrust two fingers in and out of her wet slit.
She was making audible sucking, smacking sounds with her manipulations as she
jutted her lower body out to the onlookers.
"Right you can stop now you horny bitch." As Charlotte adjusted her clothes Rick
addressed the group. "Who's the number one honcho around here?"
A particularly dirty looking man stepped forward. He appeared to be of
indeterminate age and must have been the last in line when they were handing out
good looks. He identified himself as just Joe, and Rick took him to one side,
giving him a list of instructions and a bottle of pills with some money.
They talked for a few minutes before Rick turned to Charlotte and said, "I'm
leaving you with these people for a few days. You'll learn how to be the
cheapest whore in town from the grass roots. You'll jump around for Joe here in
the meantime. He's got your tablets and you'll do as you're fucking well told.
I've told him what to do if you don't."
"Noooo Rick sir!" wailed Charlotte. "Don't leave me here with this lot
pleeeease" she begged tearfully. "Oh please take me back home."
Sobbing and crying Charlotte watched as Rick and Rita went up escalator stairs,
leaving her alone with the vagrants.
Rick didn't return for the first six days. They were like a nightmare for Lady
Spencer. Begging on street corners during the day and dossing down in the
underground station at night. To keep warm she found it necessary to sleep with
the group, all the members cruelly grasping and prodding her most tender parts
every night.
When Rick did return Lady Charlotte presented an entirely different sight. Rick
couldn't believe it at first. How fast she'd gone downhill... He looked at her
with a certain amount of propriety pride...
She was slumped against a wall in a graceless position and looked absolutely
filthy. Someone in the group had even taken the dreadful clothing that she had
exchanged her own clothes for. She was now wearing a shapeless ragged black
dress that appeared to be much too large for her and came down to mid-calf. As
Rick stood over her, he could see down the front of the dress, which gaped away
from her body. Charlotte had even been relieved of the decrepit brassiere
exposing her large sagging breasts flopping down, the loose dress gaping and
allowing anyone to see.
At that moment one of the "New Age" girls approached Charlotte with a baby
wrapped in a soiled shawl.
"Time for his milk you pampered bitch" the young woman said with disdain,
depositing the child on Charlotte's lap. Rick started the video camera again.
Wearily Charlotte reached into the top of her dress and freed her right bosom.
Settling the drooping breast on top of her dress Charlotte introduced the
child's eagerly sucking mouth to her large brown nipple. The child clamped onto
it like a limpet, suckling noisily.
"Pleeeease take me back home now Rick sir" beseeched Charlotte. "I'm being
fucked numerous times a night, and I'm also being used as a wet nurse by these
awful girls who seem to have a countless amount of brats. My tits are getting to
be fucking shapeless and ugly with all this abuse. Pleeeease let me come home.
Rick squatted in front of her.
"Listen "Lady" Spencer" he said seriously. "You wanted to continue with the
"pills and punishment" routine. You can pull out any time you want. Now you tell
me if you want me to take you home and end our arrangement, or we carry on as we
are. It's up to you?"
Knowing that she couldn't ever voluntarily break away from Rick's control, her
narcotic dependency and masochistic craving preventing this step, Charlotte
tiredly murmured. "Yes sir. I'll stay here as long as you want." She yanked the
child away from the large leaking nipple and pulled out her other sagging
mammary.
Before transferring the greedy infant to the dripping brown nipple Charlotte
gently squeezed her bust. Several jets of milk sprayed out from the
protuberance, dampening her hand.
"As long as these little cunts keep fucking feeding I'm never going to dry up!"
she muttered viciously.
"Talking about cunts" said Rick, looking pointedly at Charlotte's lower body.
"Lets see my property."
Charlotte drew the hem of her dilapidated dress over her bent knees, allowing it
to fall into her lap whilst still feeding the baby.
Rick could see that Charlotte was still wearing the threadbare off-white panties
she'd been given the week previously. She also revealed she was now wearing a
pair of dirty old boots secured with string.
Charlotte reached round her right leg with her free hand, the once long stylish
fingernails now broken and dirt filled. She grasped the leg of her scruffy
knickers and pulled them to one side.
Rick saw that pubic hair was growing back over Charlotte's mound, but what
caught his attention most was the utter filthy state her cleft was in. This was
so unlike the fastidious Lady Spencer that he was prompted to ask what had
caused it.
"I'll show you what caused it," said a male voice from behind him.
Rick turned and saw that Joe had joined them.
"You told me we could use her any way we wanted" Joe went on. "Well we've all
used her. I've used her in my own way. You want me to show you?" The last was
said with a knowing leer and a wink.
Curious now, Rick watched as Joe took off his filthy jeans. He had no underwear
on and Rick caught sight of the largest penis he'd ever seen standing up proud
from Joe's scrotum.
Charlotte was looking fearfully at Joe as he ordered. "Knickers down you fucking
whore."
Reaching behind her with her free hand Charlotte seemed to know the routine. She
eased the filthy knickers off her behind and pulled them down to her knees,
never ceasing to let the infant suck at her breast.
Cradling the child in her left arm, Charlotte knelt and pulled the dress up over
her dirt-streaked bottom. Bending over, she supported herself with one arm
whilst still suckling the greedy infant in the other.
Meanwhile Joe had pulled out two old cans from a corner in the wall.
"No such thing as fucking skin cream down here" he grated, dipping his fingers
into one can and taking out what appeared to be engine grease.
Joe applied this concoction to his prick and rubbed it up and down its length.
He then ladled what looked like used engine oil from the other vessel and
anointed his straining member with it.
With weary patience Charlotte waited for him as he lined his grease covered cock
up and then rammed it viciously into her.
Rick could see that Charlotte had lost none of her uncontrollable lust as Joe
thrust in and out.
"Oh. Ooh, Ooooh HUMPPPHHH... Uh... Uh... Uh... Uh... Uh... " she whimpered and
gasped as Joe came to a climax.
Withdrawing his now clean shaft from Charlotte, Joe made her turn and squat
again. Her dress still around her waist Charlotte opened her legs wide to
display her oil-covered cunt. Still cradling the baby she gingerly wiped the
excess of black oil from her slit, some of the thick liquid still escaping from
her pulsating cleft. Throughout this sexual congress Charlotte had never paused
in feeding the infant.
She now eased the frayed panties back up her thighs and pulled them into place
around her waist.
Rick was impressed despite himself. He let Joe know that he was satisfied with
the way that Charlotte was being treated and gave him some more tablets and
money before leaving them.
Charlotte watched him depart with a sinking heart. She'd noticed he'd given Joe
enough to last seven or eight weeks...
