Chapter Six.
The next few months passed strangely for Charlotte. It should have been hell on
earth for anyone, never mind a person brought up as genteelly as Charlotte had
been. The plain fact was, the more debased that Charlotte became, the more she
took a stomach lurching and perverse satisfaction from it. The more depraved the
act, the greater thrill she procured.
Charlotte kept herself and the few clothes she had as clean as she could in the
defective toilets on the subway. Her main worry was preventing herself from
smelling rankly, as a lot of the other inhabitants of the underground did. Rick
hadn't even left her a razor with which to shave her armpits and although she
managed to wash under her arms, a profuse amount of black hair was growing under
them to Charlotte's disgust. Rick had also instructed Charlotte to allow her
pubic hair to grow again, which it was doing in abundance.
Charlotte was generally a fastidious little creature, but she couldn't do
anything about her poor broken fingernails and the dirt that seemed to embed
itself underneath them, as there was nothing resembling a manicure set
available. Charlotte also had the same problem with her feet, trying her best to
keep them as clean as she could but never entirely succeeding.
Her main worry were her breasts that were becoming more pendulous every week.
There were upwards of two-dozen infants with young mothers in the group. At
least seventeen of these girls availed themselves of Charlotte's "Wet Nurse"
service, their own milk having dried up due to the inadequate diet. This had the
result of Charlotte having permanently wet and sore nipples. Her breasts, being
unsupported by a brassiere, drooped down on either side of her rib cage, the
aureoles surrounding her distended nipples were large and dark brown. Charlotte
tearfully recalled her modelling days when they had been small and firm, tipped
with small captivating pink nipples. Joe was fond of making her stand in front
of the others with her breasts bared. He'd flip first one then the other up,
watching them flop back down onto her rib cage lactating profusely with each
movement. She felt soooo ashamed as they all jeered and laughed at her.
Joe had taken to having Charlotte go out begging with one of the infants clamped
firmly onto her leaking breast. He thought that she would make more sympathy
money that way.
One awful evening he was with Charlotte, plus one child, begging in Covent
Garden Market. They were catching the opera crowd emerging. Suddenly Charlotte
spotted with horror, someone she knew. He was emerging from the opera house
dressed in an evening suit. It was a gentleman named Nigel White, a would-be old
suitor of Charlotte's.
Charlotte made the mistake of making it obvious she knew him and Joe jumped on
it in a flash.
The man she'd seen used to pay Charlotte a lot of attention three years
previously, obviously head over heels in love with her. Charlotte, in her turn,
had treated Nigel like dirt, using him as a faithful dogs-body much to the
amusement of their other friends.
She compounded the mistake of allowing Joe to see she recognised Nigel by
hurriedly explaining how she'd treated him.
"This is just fucking great you stuck-up bitch" exclaimed Joe, his eyes gleaming
avidly as he contemplated on this great new way to punish the unfortunate girl.
"I want you to get him to fuck you now. I don't care how you do it but you
will... and serve you fucking right!" he added with malicious, childish spite.
Low in life Joe had fallen, but as long as one of his so called betters was
getting theirs, Joe was happy...
Charlotte fearfully approached Nigel. She shuffled up to him in the oversized
boots, the baby noisily slurping from her bared right breast.
It all felt so unreal and macabre to poor Charlotte. This was an individual that
she had previously held in contempt. He'd tried to pay court to her and she'd
treated him abominably, never once giving any thought to his feelings. She would
now do anything to get him to fuck her.
He looked loftily at her approach, obviously prepared to dismiss this piece of
human vermin as soon as he could.
"Nigel" Charlotte said in a small nervous voice.
He started as he found himself addressed by his name by this dirty looking
creature in front of him. Assessing the woman anew he showed no sign of
recognition as he took in her state. She was a filthy slut that was for certain.
Greasy lank hair framing a dirt streaked face. A long black type of smock dress
hung down to mid calf with her dirty legs and feet barely contained in a scuffed
pair of lace-less boots. The woman had the temerity to have a shapeless drooping
boob out in public, feeding a not too clean looking brat. The hand that she was
clutching the infant with was unclean with fingernails that were black and
bitten down to the quick. These people had no sense of decency whatsoever.
"N... Nigel" Charlotte hesitantly tried once again. "Don't you recognise me?
I... It's me, Charlotte?... Charlotte Spencer?"
Nigel did a double take. Now that the creature had mentioned the fragrant
Charlotte's name he vaguely recognised her voice. What seemed to him to lend
support to this creature's statement was the strange tales he'd been hearing
lately about the Lady Spencer.
He peered more closely at this piece of human wreckage, trying not to come too
close. No!!. It was impossible that this piece of human detritus could be the
aristocratic and beautiful young lady he'd loved and desired for so long. Still,
there was something about her that commanded his attention.
"Down here" he snapped suddenly, indicating a dimly lit lane off the market
area.
Charlotte followed Nigel meekly as he led the way. The child had finished
feeding and had gone to sleep but Charlotte hadn't bothered to adjust her dress,
her exposed leaking tit hanging free for him, and all the other opera goers to
see. They hurried past her as if she was going to transmit some highly catching
sexual disease to them.
When they were out of sight of the few people still trickling out of the opera
house Nigel turned to Charlotte and ordered her to turn around and pull her
dress up.
Knowing what he was going to look for Charlotte obeyed, revealing the worn
shabby panties that barely covered her posterior.
"If you are whom you say you are, you know what I'm looking for don't you?" he
said, his silver topped dress cane pushing at the right leg of her panties.
Wordlessly Charlotte pulled the leg band to one side revealing her right
buttock.
Nigel had once spotted an unusual birthmark when they were swimming and had even
made comment on it. It was a small mole in the shape of a heart and the
surprised Nigel now found himself stating at this self same birth mark.
'How the hell has Charlotte got herself into this state' he wondered, no doubt
now that this was who she was.
"GOOD GOD CHARLOTTE... What on earth are you doing here, and how have you got
yourself into that filthy condition?" he said, his hand going automatically to
his wallet. "Do you want some money?."
"N...No Nigel" stammered Charlotte, blushing with shame and looking up the dark
lane at Joe approaching. She handed Joe the sleeping infant. "Joe here had
ordered me to get you to have s... sexual intercourse with me. Please do it to
me Nigel" Charlotte begged. "He'll punish me if you don't."
Charlotte waited fearfully as Nigel looked at this dirty whore who had the
temerity to ask such a question. He then thought of a way in which to revenge
himself for the many times that she'd rejected him.
"Take off all your clothes Charlotte!" he commanded, looking hard at her and
Joe, a superior sneer spoiling his well pampered features.
Charlotte obeyed him hastily, dropping the loose black dress and pushing the
shabby knickers off her legs. She had nothing else on apart from the old boots
which Nigel looked at pointedly.
She stepped out of them and stood in front of Nigel completely bare, her large
flaccid breasts hanging loosely down and her wet cunt hardly visible through a
large tangled thatch of black pubic hair. Nigel relished the sight. Lady
Charlotte Spencer the arrogant bitch was absolutely nude on a London
thoroughfare at his orders.
Slowly looking her up and down Nigel smiled and said, "Thank you for that
Charlotte... and goodbye." With that he turned and strolled away, leaving the
poor girl forlornly standing there naked and shivering with cold and fright,
tears of shame slipping down her wan cheeks.
Joe found a way to punish Charlotte right away. When they returned to the
underground he had her remove the few clothes that she wore including her
footwear.
Although it was mid-winter, the population of the closed down underground
station had managed to by-pass the closed electrical systems. The whole area
that they inhabited was therefore comfortably heated and lit.
Completely naked Charlotte flinched as Joe dug out a large, grease stained mans
vest and flung it at her.
"That's all your going to have to wear from now on you fucking bitch" he said,
instructing her to don the dirty garment. "You'll just busy yourself with
feeding the fucking kids from now on. That's all your damned good for."
Charlotte put the filthy garment on and sank down in a squatting position, her
back against the wall, and her knees bent up in front of her face as she wept
silently. Charlotte was by now the true masochist, taking a strange erotic
delight in her misery.
When Rick came on his next visit some two weeks later to re-supply Joe with
Charlotte's tablets and a small amount of money, he was shocked by the totally
degrading transformation of the Rt. Hon Lady.
He found her sitting on the floor deep inside the complex, her back against the
wall and a none too clean infant in her arms. The child was noisily suckling on
Charlotte's flaccid right breast, his small grubby fingers dug into the
substantially plump sides of Charlotte's bosom as he kneaded her tit to force
the milk out.
Charlotte was still clothed in only the soiled vest. She'd pulled her breast out
of the large armhole of the garment to feed the child. Rick saw that the vest
barely covered her hairy vulva, her dirt stained legs stretched out underneath
it. Charlotte's feet were filthy through being denied any protective footwear.
Although Charlotte was only nineteen, her age could hardly be determined by
looking at her. Her once beautiful hair hung lankly down, framing her wan face.
Dark shadows surrounded her eyes, accentuating the waif like appearance. Through
living a troglodyte existence in the underground Charlotte's skin had taken on a
translucent pallor, throwing the dark eye shadows and other smudges into sharp
relief.
Rick could clearly see thin blue veins under the skin of Charlotte's exposed
breast as the baby sucked ravenously on her stiff brown nipple. She took the
child away from his food source and placed him on her shoulder to rub his back.
Rick saw the large patches of black hair under each arm as she gently patted the
baby's back. He thought the hair looked obscenely erotic against Charlotte's
ivory skin.
One of the girls had seen that Charlotte had finished feeding the child and took
him away.
"Rita said we'd have to have you barefoot and pregnant again as soon as
possible. Well I can see the barefoot side, but where's the other half?" said
Rick softly.
"Who the hell do you think is going to fuck me looking like this?" Charlotte
muttered bitterly. "Not even these poor bastards want anything like I've become.
I've got to stick my fingers into myself three or four times a day to stay sane.
Ooh Rick!. Can't you do something about it darling?."
Assuring Charlotte that he would address the problem that very day, Rick turned
to go when she stopped him.
Making sure that they were private Charlotte whispered to cajolingly to Rick.
"Sweetie... Could you tell Joe about these?" she said archly, indicating a
number of small iron rings in the wall. "If you could buy a pair of handcuffs
these would be the ideal things to restrain me with."
Rick stared. This was the first time that the Lady Charlotte Spencer had
acknowledged her aching masochism, let alone made any requests pertinent to it.
"Leave it to me" he said briefly, slipping away. Rita seemed hell bent on
constantly punishing Charlotte, and Rick was only too happy to go along with her
twisted desires, as long as he could live the life of Riley back at Spencer
House.
Two hours later he was back in company with a small dark Italian looking
gentleman carrying a large case. After first having a quiet word with Joe and
handing him a small parcel, Rick introduced the Italian as a "Beautician",
(Someone who had cost a good deal of Charlotte's money to buy his silence).
He was, however, good at his job. Rick explained to Charlotte that in order to
attract some of the "New Age" youths he'd instructed the Italian to restore her
naturally beautiful features to their former loveliness.
"There you pretty little slut. Maybe someone will fancy you now, once he's
finished with you. I've told him not to touch anything below the neck. He'll
come down here once a week till you've fallen pregnant. I've seen Joe about the
other matter so you'd better behave yourself from now on."
Charlotte let the Italian perform a two-hour makeover in the dingy ladies
toilet, determined that he'd carry on with the same treatments even after she
was pregnant, (a state she knew she'd have to succumb to before too long. It was
all part of the humiliation game that Rita was playing with unhealthy enthusiasm
as far as Charlotte was concerned).
When Rick left Charlotte forlornly surveyed herself in the full-length mirror in
the toilet. She was both heartened and dismayed by what she saw. She'd lost none
of her natural beauty. Her now shiny long black hair had been shampooed and
tinted a light brown. The Italian expert had arranged it in the style Charlotte
favoured, an elegant chignon with long artfully waved strands framing her
attractive features. Charlotte's natural beauty had been enhanced by the
Italian's unerring touch, her light blue eyes thrown into sharp relief by the
dark green eye shadow and black mascara. The whiteness of Charlotte's perfect
teeth was strikingly shown off by the sluttish crimson gloss lipstick he'd used.
He'd left Charlotte a small amount of cosmetics for her on Rick's instructions.
The whole of the Italian's efforts shockingly contrasted the unkempt appearance
of the rest of her. Her dirt besmeared arms and legs and her scarcely covered
torso bespoke grinding poverty as opposed to her fashionable features. 'At least
this'll maybe interest these undersexed tramps' she thought, as Joe approach
with the parcel in his hand that Rick had given him.
He led the unresisting Charlotte across to the wall that the iron rings were
secured to. Looking to find the highest set, Joe produced two brand new sets of
handcuffs from the parcel.
"You asked for this don't forget" he grated, securing Charlotte's hands in one
set of cuffs and locking the other set through the ring to fasten Charlotte's
arms against the wall.
The attaching ring was very high almost forcing Charlotte onto her toes, her
arms elevated above her head. Her now flawless features were incongruously
framed by her tethered upraised arms, large thickets of black hair sprouting
under each arm. The off-white insubstantial vest was pulled up in front by her
raised shoulders, exposing another large bush of black hair surrounding her wet
raw vagina.
The change in Charlotte wrought a change in the attitude of several of the
younger men in the underground complex.
Systematically during the night Charlotte was violated by a number of the
youths, each thrusting their unwashed bodies against her straining torso and
pumping their semen into her eager weeping cleft.
It must've been three in the morning when an event occurred that even nauseated
the debauched girl. One or two of the New Age people had been idly watching
Charlotte's debasement. When it became clear that no one else was going to fuck
Charlotte that night they drifted off leaving just one girl and her large
Alsatian dog.
The girl obtained the keys to Charlotte's handcuffs and released her from the
high ring, re-chaining her to one of the lower ones that allowed her to sit,
albeit her aching arms still extended above her head.
"Squat bitch" the girl suddenly rapped out.
The Rt. Hon Charlotte Spencer struggled up to her filthy bare feet, squatting in
front of the girl with her legs wide open. She saw that the girl's attention was
drawn between her legs and glanced down at herself. Her gaping hairy slit was
slowly oozing semen pumped into her in the previous few hours.
Charlotte watched in alarm as the girl led the dog in between her legs and
encouraged it to examine Charlotte's dripping cunt.
She felt herself shudder with revulsion and sick fervour as the dog started to
lick the thick juices sliding out of her hairy vagina, her sexual metabolism
kicking into high gear as the dog became more excited, snuffling and tonguing
the sticky thick black hair matting Charlotte's slit.
The girl meanwhile had pulled Charlotte's well used leaking tits out at each
side of the dirty vest and was spraying milk from each one down onto the dog.
Charlotte almost fainted as the excited animal suddenly placed its forepaws on
her shoulders and moved its now stiff penis up against her glistening proffered
vulva. Whilst hunting in the past she'd seen excited foxhounds trying to shag
peoples legs but she'd no idea that canines would actually enter a human vagina.
This the Alsatian proceeded to do. She felt the dog's sticky member between her
labial lips rubbing up and down her slippery cunt and stabbing time and again at
the weeping cleft. Sobbing at her total loss of control Charlotte unwillingly
felt herself actually thrusting against the dogs long thin penis, frustrated by
her inability to use her shackled hands.
At last she shuddered with a depraved sense of rapture as the animal
successfully thrust his hot slimy flesh deep into her. Whimpering with craving,
the Rt. Hon Lady Spencer curled her dirty bare toes as she buckled up and down
in an unholy rhythm with the hound.
The dog trembled as it pushed up against the quivering Lady Charlotte. She could
feel its hot semen spraying her insides as she mouthed in time with the jerking
of the brute, her vaginal muscles clenching as she fought to prevent the dog
from withdrawing.
"More...more... more... Oh... Oh... Uh... Uh... Ugh... Arrrggghhh!"
Sick with desire for this unnatural coupling to continue, Charlotte pushed the
slick, slimy tube of her cunt down onto the dogs spurting prick, feeling the
large knot swelling inside her. She was crying and gasping for more as the
animal's member finally slipped out of her throbbing vagina. Charlotte almost
screamed when the sated hound nuzzled his wet nose into her slit and licked the
leaking juices away.
"Remember that your fucking Ladyship when you get back to that fucking pile you
call home. Prince here can smell a bitch on heat two hundred yards away. That's
all you'll ever be. A rutting bitch on heat."
The girl tethered the dog and left Charlotte whimpering and sobbing, half
standing in her naked wretchedness with her small frantic hands rubbing at her
hairy genitalia, and her drooping breasts sagging out of the armholes on either
side of the dirty undershirt weeping milk. The Rt. Hon Lady Charlotte Spencer
had found another low to luxuriously wallow in.
During the next few weeks Charlotte did indeed become pregnant again. She
accepted the fact with a lethargic fatalism. She didn't want the child and would
let Rick know as soon as she saw him. She did, however, derive a peculiar
enjoyment in her degradation.
When Rick next visited Charlotte he was astonished how fast her belly was
growing. Though only in the first few weeks of pregnancy she looked to be about
five or six months gone. He concluded that it must be the conditions and diet in
which she was living. She'd not been allowed any other form of clothing apart
from the ragged dirty vest, riding up over her swelling stomach.
The itinerant crowd had made her breast feed dozens of babies a day, causing her
overflowing tits to remain enlarged and painful to the touch. Due to suckling
such a large amount of infants and not being supported by a brassiere they
drooped down even further, sagging in an unsightly fashion either side of her
scapula. Her nipples were large and dark brown, surrounded by large brown
aureoles and were now permanently stiffened with use and unfulfilled sexual
need.
Charlotte's pubic area was now a mass of black hair, her labial lips and
clitoris hugely swelling from the centre of this bush. Her arm were shackled
above her head and Rick saw that her pubic hair was matched by large amounts of
black hair under each arm. The Italian hadn't been to her for nearly a week
leaving Charlotte's hair hanging in a filthy unkempt manner.
In an effort to cover the almost translucent pallor of her beautiful face
Charlotte had applied an unnecessary amount of make-up, her green eye shadow
deep and startling and the dark red gloss lipstick overriding the perfect
contours of her lips. The whole effect made Charlotte appear a gorgeous, filthy
slut.
Rick told Charlotte that her estates were in the process of changing over the
old staff for new personnel. It had been opened to the public. When this process
was completed Charlotte would be allowed back to the manor. He instructed her to
start to re-grow her broken fingernails and look after her appearance more
before he came for her.
"You'll discover it's the first time that the estates have ever made a profit
when you get home" he explained. "We've even opened a Safari Park."
Charlotte nodded disinterestedly, her own concerns being much more immediate...
To be continued...
