Chapter Eleven.
The next few months passed with the Rt Hon Lady Charlotte Spencer gaining
weight by the week. The fashionable clothes she'd gone to the island with were
gradually becoming too small to wear and what did fit her was well washed and
tattered. Lady Charlotte was virtually a prisoner on the island as she was
unable to swim and the large lake was extremely deep.
Her biggest personal worry was her hair. The Dermal papilla cells that had
triggered Lady Charlotte's skin into producing hair follicles seemed to have
gone into overdrive. During her stay on the island Charlotte's hair grew at an
alarmingly rapid rate. Not only the hair on her head but also her bodily hair.
The dark hair under her arms spread down the inside of her armpits and ribs,
the individual strands of hair growing to five or six times its normal length
and bushing out profusely to throw her small, alabaster white breasts into stark
relief.
Her pubic hair was also increasing in length and quantity, covering most of
her plump lower tummy from her belly button outwards and downwards and gathering
thickly between her legs up past her tight puckered anus.
In the first few days on the island Lady Charlotte quickly discovered the
routine that was expected of her. Rita visited daily, feeding Charlotte and
keeping up her regular supply of pills, (by now an exotic mixture of a drug
called Gamma Hydroxybuterate, or GHB for short. Also another one called
Scopolamine which was a derivative of Belladonna or Deadly Nightshade). Rita
also applied a powder she'd used previously called 'Angel Dust', making Lady
Charlotte apply it to the inner lips of her labia. Rita also brought Dave who
adjusted Lady Charlotte's state of mind into the complete acceptance of this
strange state of affairs.
She left Charlotte a regular supply of baby food, the only sustenance that
Rita allowed her, apart from breast milk or baby preparations.
The hierarchical structure was defined almost as soon as the rest of the apes
were returned to the sanctuary. The females instantaneously looked on Lady
Charlotte as both a threat and an inferior, instantly sensing Guy's sexual
interest in this peculiar animal that seemed to be constantly on heat.
Their immediate response was attack. They crowded round the frightened girl
and prodded and poked her viciously, ripping the fragile petticoat and making
her scream and squeak as they seized her bruised breasts and tweaked them
spitefully.
When at last the females of the group had tired of harassing her, Lady
Charlotte crept off to the tree she'd been violated under and, after
constructing a rudimentary shelter, spent an uncomfortable night.
Lady Charlotte decided, after that experience, to present herself naked and
unthreatening in front of the female gorillas as much as possible. Although they
regarded her with a sulky suspicion the following morning when she quietly and
shyly padded around completely bare. Apart from one or two of the younger males
of the group intimately examining her wet, hairy slit, thrusting their horny
black fingers roughly up inside her, the rest left her very much to herself. The
tension only rose when Guy started to demand sexual access to Lady Charlotte.
They watched sullenly as he constantly fucked the eager girl time after time. He
seemed to prefer lying on his back as she mounted him again and again. After the
copulation's they totally ignored her.
After a week or two of her new existence, Rita told Lady Charlotte that
they'd start the excursions round the island at the beginning of May. "How's old
Guy managing? Is he fucking your aristocratic cunt on a regular basis?"
Lady Charlotte nodded dumbly and Rita made her pad nakedly across to the
recumbent gorilla to prove it. As she approached the beast, Lady Charlotte
fumbled around in her pubic area with her hands, making her wet pink clitoris
spring out from the large nest of pubic hair, the red pouting labial lips
pulsating steadily.
Guy's sharp senses quickly detected the wanton craving emanating from Lady
Charlotte's bared and open vagina as his pink shaft slid into view. Charlotte
then mounted his bulky frame and grasped the slimy member with her small
trembling hand. She paused as she aligned her dripping cunt with Guy's penis,
then she shuddered, and slid herself down onto the beast's raw sex.
Lady Charlotte bucked and shuddered as she felt the animal swiftly shooting
hot semen into her belly. She'd got used to the beast's rather small member and
his speedy discharge so she'd quickly developed a trick of contracting her inner
muscles to retain Guy's prick inside her till he again reared inside her,
spraying sperm time after time inside her.
"Good" Rita said. "That's the sort of thing we want from you when the fucking
visitors start their trips round in the ferry."
When the first day arrived that the boat trips were due to start Lady
Charlotte's image had changed from the sophisticated glamour girl who'd arrived
on the island.
Rita had decided that the boat trips would be rather exclusive and
discriminatory. She therefore instructed Lady Charlotte not to wear a stitch for
the visits. "Buck fucking naked and wild is how I want you" she instructed. "I
want that gorilla fucking the hell out of you. I've also brought the dog. The
fucking Alsatian stops on the island with you. Now get yourself prepared for the
first lot. Don't forget now. Not a stitch on."
Stripping off the only garment she was wearing that day, which happened to be
her French knickers, she kicked them off her ankles and stood for Rita's
inspection.
She was now about four months pregnant and it was beginning to show.
Charlotte looked down at the round plumpness of her tummy, pushing outwards once
again and causing her waistline to thicken in a matronly fashion. The
troublesome dark pubic hair was now spreading, to Lady Charlotte's mild
consternation. It was now thick about her lower torso, reaching from her
buttocks and between her legs to bush up to her now protuberant belly button,
the thick pink lips of her well used and ever demanding slit distinctly visible
as they plumped wetly out from the centre of the dark thatch. The underarm
growth was clearly conspicuous, bushing out from her inner arms and rib cage in
a coarse fashion.
Inspecting Lady Charlotte's small, globe like breasts, Rita said. "I think,
however, I'll tie your breasts up again. That should add an exotic degree of
masochism."
"Ooooh... thank you" Lady Charlotte gurgled, scrabbling in the undergrowth of
the tree and producing the cords that she'd secured her breasts with before.
"Tie them really tight won't you M'lady?" automatically dropping into the
deferential manner she'd used with Rita before.
As Rita was securing Lady Charlotte's sagging little breasts she said. "By
the way. You'll be coming off the island for one day tomorrow. I've got a
special garden party arranged at the Manor. Believe it or not. The one thing
that turned a lot of those big shots on was the sight of you taking a crap. I've
got some big money for you to re-create the scene dressed to the eyes. We'd
better do it soon before you're too fat and bloated."
She finished tying Charlotte's bare little mounds with a vicious tug, making
them both bulge out unnaturally and slowly seep milk down over her thickening
waist. "I think were ready to roll now."
As Rita was leaving the island in the small power boat, Lady Charlotte saw
the ferry looming into view, full of sightseers.
As they drew close to the island they were treated to the sight of a naked,
wild looking young woman with thick dark hair covering large parts of her
anatomy. The long dark hair that flourished wildly on her scalp covered her
shoulders and upper chest, contrasting sharply with her alabaster white skin.
As they watched a large male silverback gorilla shambled into view. The girl
briskly approached the beast, thrusting out her hairy vulva in a series of
obscene jerks. The animal's gleaming pink penis immediately sprang into view and
the girl grabbed hold of it, sliding her hand up and down its slippery length as
she frantically clawed her other fingers into the wet, dark pink gash that had
appeared in the centre of the huge nest of dark hair that covered her abdomen.
Her small sagging breasts appeared to be going blue as they were tied tightly at
the bases. Her rigid nipples were slowly oozing translucent white liquid.
Lady Charlotte, doing what came naturally to her now, ducked her head over
and took Guy's greasy prick into her mouth. Almost directly Guy climaxed,
shooting hot semen into Charlotte's enveloping mouth. She quickly swallowed it,
presenting her bare backside to the onlookers and pulling apart the cheeks as
she crouched down, fully exposing her winking arsehole.
The audience watched in awe as an Alsatian dog emerged from the undergrowth.
Charlotte retained the ape's sticky spurting penis in her mouth as she crouched
even lower to allow the dog to sniff at the two gaping wet holes between her
legs.
Not one of the sightseers even suspected that this half animal was the Rt Hon
Lady Charlotte Spencer as she encouraged the dog to mount her from behind,
taking its unsheathed penis in her hands and leading it inside her throbbing
cunt.
There were two more 'shows' during the day before Rita returned to the island
with a large amount of baby food that she made Lady Charlotte eat as well as
suckling her. She then took her back to the manor where Lady Charlotte had a
long hot bath and a soothing series of shampoos and beauty treatments before
falling into an exhausted sleep in the maid's room she'd been allocated.
********************
Lady Charlotte was awakened early the following morning and treated to
another hot bath and shampoo before a professional beautician took over to
prepare her for the day ahead.
When the beautician had finished pampering her Lady Charlotte's face was a
picture of classical beauty. Her glossy dark hair was secured in a simple
chignon, sweeping upwards away from the face, allowing the perfection of her
features to be highlighted.
Rita caught her breath. It was still difficult for her to fully comprehend
how Charlotte could, without any effort at all, look so stunning and classically
beautiful. Even the flawlessly applied make-up only served to accentuate her
natural beauty rather than appear tawdry.
In the bathroom, Lady Charlotte stood dutifully in front of Rita for
inspection before the guests arrived.
Dressed in a simple white outfit with a white picture hat and white gloves,
she looked gorgeous. Only the slight thickening around her waist gave any
indication of early pregnancy. The white jacket of her suit had elbow length
sleeves that effectively covered the hairiness of her armpits, and a shocking
crimson Hermes scarf set the whole simple outfit off to beautiful effect.
Rita had given Charlotte an inordinate amount of baby food that morning and
forced her to eat every last mouthful. Now she commanded the poor girl to bare
her arm, taking out a hypodermic needle and squirting a small amount of liquid
from the end.
With some trepidation Lady Charlotte pulled back the sleeve of the jacket,
uncovering the smooth white flesh in the crook of her elbow. "W...what are you
going to do to me?" she asked, a little frightened by the glinting needle.
"P...please don't turn me into a drug addict as well M'lady. I've been good
haven't I?"
Rita didn't tell Charlotte that as well as Gamma Hydroxybuterate mixed with
Scopolamine, there was a powerful purgative for bowels and bladder as well as an
amount of heroin. Lady Charlotte was going to be her abject slave forever.
"No Charlotte darling" she said in an unusually kind voice. "It's just your
usual in a different form. There's a little something in there to make you want
to go to the toilet so, if you could just pull your skirt up and stand over the
bowl, I'll inject it."
Charlotte edged uncertainly over to the toilet bowl as Rita flicked the air
bubbles from the hypodermic. She stood facing the bowl as she pulled the white
skirt up past her hips to settle it around her thickening waist.
Lady Charlotte had been instructed by Rita not to put any panties on so she
wore nothing but her fragile high heeled strap sandals and flesh coloured nylons
supported by cream silk garter-belt below her waist.
Rita caught her breath as she saw the huge amount of pubic hair that now
surrounded Lady Charlotte's genitals. It was almost black and very thick,
bushing from her navel and across all her lower tummy to disappear under the
fork of her thighs and reappear between the two perfect white globes of her
bottom. It was perfect, she thought.
She inserted the needle into the little blue vein in the crook of Charlotte's
elbow and pressed the plunger. Lady Charlotte's breath hissed in as the cold
liquid invaded her bloodstream. Then a confusing and quite disturbing reaction
set in immediately.
Charlotte felt an uncontrollable rush of urine press against her lower
bladder as it sprayed vigorously out from between her opened legs. It actually
spattered forward like a man's would, causing Lady Charlotte to stand before the
bowl and direct the stream into it.
"W...what have you done to me?" she wailed, unable to stop the fierce jet
till it had spent itself. "My insides feel like they're boiling."
"That'll settle down in a minute or two" said Rita briskly, making Lady
Charlotte wash her hairy vagina and handing her a large pair of cream silk
French knickers delicately edged with pink lace. "Put them on. When the time
comes you'll pull them all the way down to your ankles and spread them lovely
legs as wide as they'll go, understood? Then you'll take an aristocratic dump in
front of everyone, compri?"
Lady Charlotte nodded miserably as she stepped into the dainty garment. She
was still so ashamed that she'd got to do this degrading thing in front of
anybody but frightened she'd never receive her drugs if she didn't comply.
The guests were still arriving as Rita and Lady Charlotte went out into the
garden to join them. They were all from Charlotte's set and all but one, Nigel,
hadn't seen her previous humiliation. One or two had heard of it but wouldn't
believe it. They'd come to the garden party out of a compelling sense of
curiosity to see if the stories were true. When they saw the fragrant Lady
Charlotte they dismissed the tales as untrue. How could this beautiful, poised
and elegant girl possibly debauch herself as they'd heard? They all saw that
Lady Charlotte looked so stunning in a simple white, high collared cotton dress
with a white picture hat framing her breath taking features. The only other
clothes Rita had allowed her were a red silk cravat, the stockings and
garter-belt with French knickers and a short petticoat.
Rita and Lady Charlotte circulated among the guests. Rita had devised a
cocktail for Charlotte to drink, a mixture of absinthe with a mild touch of her
usual drugs which made Charlotte feel both drunk and incredibly wanton. She was
also feeling the beginnings of cramp in her bowels Charlotte had been instructed
however, to keep a tight grip of her feelings and bodily functions till it
suited Rita's purpose.
Lady Charlotte caught her breath when she saw Terry White's late arrival.
Terry was the son of one of her father's acquaintances who'd gone into the male
modelling field and made a big success of it. Charlotte had expressed a secret
passion for Terry to Rita during the time she'd known her and Rita had clearly
asked Terry to be there.
He was dressed very casually in the latest fashion, but what drew Charlotte's
eyes were the skin tight tan trousers he was wearing. He was eyeing Charlotte up
and down as he approached her and he obviously liked what he saw. Charlotte was
thrilled as she saw the front of his tight slacks was bulging.
Still fighting to maintain a cool and aloof manner, Lady Charlotte was having
the utmost difficulty in concealing her urgent cramps in both the bladder and
bowels. The injection that Rita had given her was working with a vengeance by
now so, on top of the overwhelming lascivious feelings she had for Terry, was
the shaming knowledge she was going to have to debase herself in the most
disgraceful fashion she possibly could, right there in front of him.
"Well Terry?" cooed Rita. "Does Lady Charlotte live up to your expectations?
Isn't she just exquisite?"
Terry was looking Charlotte up and down in frank admiration. "You're more
beautiful in the flesh sweetheart" he purred like a Dutch uncle.
This obvious sycophancy didn't stop Lady Charlotte going weak at the knees as
she subtly exuded sex appeal, whilst aware that the embarrassing stomach cramps
were about to have the opposite effect on his ardour.
"Now you dirty little slut" purred Rita. "Tell him what you're about to do
Lady Charlotte."
Hesitantly, and blushing a flame red, the Rt Hon Lady Charlotte stuttered and
stammered in front of him.
"I've been told that every time I want to visit the lavatory, I'm to do
whatever into that chamber pot in front of all these guests." She indicated a
vessel that was placed on a stool in the middle of the lawn.
Lady Charlotte paused there as she experienced the choking shame of what
she'd sunk to. Then she went on as Rita had instructed her.
"Rita's told me I have to pull my skirt up as high as I can. I have to turn
around slowly to ensure that everyone can see my knickers before I pull them
down to my ankles, squat over the pot and do whatever I need to do. I... I've
been given a very strong enema and I'm afraid it's going to very soon or I'll
embarrass myself even more."
With this remark she looked appealingly at Rita who gave a slight nod whilst
clapping her hands to attract everyone's attention. They all paused and looked
expectantly at Lady Charlotte.
Unable to contain herself any longer, Lady Charlotte sobbed out loud and
scrabbled the tight white skirt up her lovely nylon clad legs as fast as she
could. Yanking it frantically up above her waist she turned around in front of
the audience. They could all see the small paunch of her developing belly
tightening the cream silk of her French knickers as it bulged outwards against
the shiny material.
Lady Charlotte quickly hooked her fingers into the waistband of the panties
and skinned them down her legs to her ankles. A gasp went up from the onlookers
as they saw the huge dark area of pubic hair across Lady Charlotte's lower
belly. As she placed the chamber pot down on the lawn, her nether lips became
clearly visible as she squatted over the receptacle, spreading her knees as wide
as the restricting knickers round her ankles would allow.
Lady Charlotte looked down as a gusher of piss steamed out of her open pink
slit and sprayed into the ceramic pot. She watched in shame as Rita led Terry
round behind her as she finally started to loosen her bowels.
"Open the cheeks of your bottom wide so we can all see the aristocracy
relaxing." Rita mocked.
With her elegant crimson fingernails on each side of her bottom, Lady
Charlotte sobbed with mortification as she pulled apart the soft white mounds of
bare her tight puckered anus. She felt rather than saw the hot liquid stream
seep out of her rectum to join the urine that was filling the pot. Tears
streamed down her lovely cheeks as she urinated and defecated in front of the
large crowd.
Helplessly, Lady Charlotte crouched with her knickers at her ankles, now
quite unable to stop either function as she gazed with stricken shame at her one
time friends and acquaintances that were now looking at her with amused
contempt.
Terry, however, found something strangely erotic about Lady Charlotte's
predicament. The elegant girl was now gasping with the effort of passing the hot
semi-liquid stool that was persistently thrusting out of her rectum as she
cowered over the receptacle. Her frog like stance and obvious shamed distress
only served to inflame a perverse desire in him.
She looked at him in distress with tears streaming down her lovely cheeks and
was taken by surprise as he suddenly kissed her full crimson lips. His hands
tenderly held each side of her face as she continued to strain with the effort
of voiding her bowels and bladder.
"Ooooh..." she wailed piteously. "I...I'm so sorry you have to see me like
this...uh...uh..." straining again as she was speaking to him. "She's made me do
it and I've got to do it time after time... uh...uh...Ooooh..." If anything, the
twin functions increased in volume as she rocked up and down to facilitate
evacuation.
"Don't feel sorry" Terry whispered to Lady Charlotte. "If anything. It's
turning me on. I'd like to see you have a colonic irrigation and do this
privately for me one day." He went on somewhat hesitantly, "Do you think I could
see your vagina. Can you pull the hair to one side so I can see it" he urged.
Lady Charlotte was astonished and relieved. As she strained again she gasped,
"Anything. Anything for you. I'll let you watch me any time I need to go. A
colonic irrigation? Ooooh what a rude idea. Ooooh... uh... uh...T... Terry.
Look. Look...here's my cunt." She took one hand off her heaving rump and
scrabbled through the thick pubic hair till she'd located her spurting slit. She
pulled at the loose skin under the dense crinkly hair, dragging it upward and to
one side as her wet pink clitoris became visible through the flow of hot urine
that spurted over her crimson fingernails.
With trembling wet fingers, Lady Charlotte parted her labial lips and allowed
the gusher of hot pee to increase in pressure.
She remained like this till the waterfall trickled to a weak spurting halt.
However, Lady Charlotte was still excreting, twisting her pretty features into a
grimace as she forced the waste out of her straining rectum, the audience
watching in shocked silence.
When she finally indicated that she was finished for the moment, Rita snapped
an order at a gardener's lad who was standing by in readiness with a high
pressure garden hose.
Lady Charlotte rose from the crouching position and, as she'd been briefed by
Rita previously, she pulled her panties up to her knees and spread her legs as
wide as she could. Bending double, she caught hold of her shapely ankles and
stuck her bare behind out to the young boy.
He turned on the high powered jet and sluiced Lady Charlotte's bottom
thoroughly, making her wince as the cutting stream hit the sensitive area.
After the lad had finished Lady Charlotte was finally allowed to stand and
tug her knickers back into place, shrugging the white skirt of her dress down as
she continued to drink and chatter with Terry as if nothing untoward had
occurred.
Rita looked at her protege with some satisfaction. "Well now! Let's prepare
Lady Charlotte for the next session shall we?" she said, approaching Charlotte
and pulling the red cravat out of the dress top and taking it off. She then
unbuttoned the top four or five buttons at the top of Charlotte's dress,
allowing the lacy cream silk top of her petticoat to show.
As Lady Charlotte leaned forward, Terry could see that she wore no brassiere
as her small drooping breasts clearly swung into view. He simply had to have
this exquisite young woman.
The enema that Rita had administered was indeed a very strong one and it
wasn't long before Lady Charlotte was again feeling the distressing cramps in
her tummy. Rita had also put her on pints of Lager beer which added to
Charlotte's agony.
Rita was closely watching Lady Charlotte's distress with malicious amusement
as the poor girl looked appealingly at her.
"Right bitch" she said, indicating to a gardener to take the chamber pot and
place it on the ground some distance away from Lady Charlotte. "Pull your
panties down right here, and walk over there to relieve yourself."
With no hesitation at all this time, the poor girl quickly pulled the white
dress up, hurriedly turning around to enable everyone to see her knickers. As
she reached to pull them down Rita hooked her finger into the lacy top of
Charlotte's petticoat under the loosened dress top.
Lady Charlotte paused and looked down as Rita pulled down the silk material,
freeing the girl's small sagging breasts to let them lay on the top of the
undergarment.
As Lady Charlotte pushed the French knickers down over her hairy slit and
down to her ankles, she knew it was going to be too late.
With a despairing look at the distance separating her from her goal, the
hamstrung girl started to hobble across to the chamber pot. The invited guests
were sniggering at the enormous amount of pubic hair that the half naked girl
was showing. 'My God! Wouldn't you think that someone of Lady Charlotte's
breeding and background would have depilation treatment of some description?'
As they watched, a jet of urine suddenly started to spray from Lady
Charlotte's vagina. Her small restrained steps became faster, a look of
desperation on her face as she continued to urinate all over the restricting
knickers at her ankles.
All thoughts of ever being regarded in the same way again in the eyes of her
peer group and society in general were now dashed from Charlotte's mind as she
shuffled over to the chamber pot.
She finally reached the vessel just in time. Lady Charlotte turned and
squatted frog like over the bowl as her bowels explosively evacuated a hot
stream of waste, her vagina still gushing urine uncontrollably.
"Tits" shouted Rita imperiously, sipping her drink and laughing with the
small group of people who were being entertained by Lady Charlotte's
discomfiture.
Charlotte wretchedly grasped the small mounds and squeezed, spraying out
several jets of milk from each rigid nipple to the further amusement of the
assembled company.
"Ooooh... uh... uh... uhhh..." the pitiable Lady Charlotte moaned, her
beautiful features, surrounded by the white picture hat, was screwed up with the
effort of defecation and the easing of the milk being expressed from her full
tits.
Lady Charlotte was so low in self esteem by now that she was beginning to
feel strangely unashamed about what was happening to her. "Uhhh... uh...
Ooooh... uh...aaah". The beautiful labouring girl really turned it on for them,
frantically hauling up her petticoat and dress as far as they'd go as she
grunted and strained, opening her legs wide to show them her streaming hairy
cunt.
The gardener hosed her down afterwards as she held her ankles and thrust her
bare bottom up in the air for him.
She started to pull up her wet panties and had got them as far as her knees
when Rita stopped her. "No. Leave them there and take off that dress. That's
fucking wet through as well."
Lady Charlotte obediently snagged the wet knickers under her garter straps
and unbuttoned the soaked dress. Slipping it off her shoulders, she let the
sodden garment slip to the ground and stood there with just the short silk
petticoat hardly covering her luscious body.
The abbreviated slip was cream silk with a transparent panel at the front,
clearly showing the huge bush of dark hair surrounding her vagina. It was also
becoming apparent that Lady Charlotte was pregnant, the thickening waistline and
the beginnings of an obvious paunch clearly evident.
The curious chatter suddenly intensified as the obscene amount of hair under
her armpits was spotted. Lady Charlotte didn't even try to conceal her
hairiness, even lifting her slim arms from time to time to display how far the
growth had gone.
As Rita urged Lady Charlotte to consume more and more of the ice cold lagers,
Charlotte quickly felt the urge nagging at her vitals again. As she looked
around desperately for the chamber pot, Rita smiled maliciously and said. "No
bitch. Seeing as you behave like a dog you'll go to the toilet like one too. Dig
a fucking hole and do it in there.
With increasing urgency, Lady Charlotte went over to the nearest flower beds
and scooped the loose soil aside, leaving a medium sized hole. With nothing to
pull down, she again squatted and started to defecate and urinate into the crude
toilet. Observing her audience, Lady Charlotte obliged them by skinning the
flimsy slip up her heaving body to display as much of herself to them as she
possibly could.
"Tear it off" commanded Rita.
Still spurting fluids and waste from her two nether orifices, Lady Charlotte
dug her long fingernails into the fragile material and ripped it away from her
quivering body. She was now practically naked, her swelling hairy belly bulging
out as she strained in the frog like squatting position.
After she had completed her functions, Lady Charlotte was ordered by Rita to
'Cover the fucking mess up like any other bitch'. She removed her high heels and
turned her back to the makeshift toilet, shuffling the loose soil over the mess
with her feet and laddering her nylon stockings in the process.
After the 'field bidet' treatment, Lady Charlotte was then made to circulate
amongst the laughing guests wearing just her picture hat, laddered stockings and
garter-belt holding up the soaked French knickers around her knees.
She saw one of the servants approach Rita and whisper in her ear. Rita
appeared a little alarmed and beckoned Lady Charlotte across to her. The naked
girl went over passively, trembling slightly as she felt all eyes on her frail
naked body, to be informed there were two detectives from the local police
station waiting to see her.
"I know what they want" said Rita, thinking hard, her attention finally
diverted from the immediate 'entertainment'. "When you see them you're Millie
Spencer, understood? When they ask you anything you just tell them what you did,
don't mention anyone else. Now take off that hat and let your hair down and let
me comb it out."
Whilst she'd been talking to her, Rita had been hurrying the naked girl over
to the French windows leading into a large downstairs dressing room. As they
went in, Rita dispatched a maid off on an errand and then found a hairbrush
which she applied vigorously to Lady Charlotte's hair.
Poor Lady Charlotte was quaking as she pulled up her wet knickers. The police
wanted to talk to her? Why? What had she done?
The maid returned with some clothing over her arm. "Here. I want you to put
this on" said Rita, handing Lady Charlotte a rather shapeless looking floral
print dress.
"Millie Spencer is an actual person by the way and this is the address where
she lives. Tell them you're a cleaner here in the Manor." She handed Lady
Charlotte a piece of paper she'd scribbled an address on. It was right there in
the local town in a rather insalubrious area. Rita also found it faintly amusing
that the name 'Millie Spencer' was a rather unsubtle play on the appellation
M'lady Spencer.
The now thoroughly frightened girl put on the dress and an old pair of
scuffed high heeled shoes and stood there haplessly. Rita had brushed her hair
down on either side in a rather dowdy style. She looked in one of the full
length mirrors and pulled a face. The dress was positively ugly. It was
sleeveless, the thin straps running over her bare shoulders and the neckline
bulging away from her small leaking breasts.
It was a tight fit over her thickening waist and her tummy pushed out rather
obviously in front of her. The dress ended in an uneven line around her knees,
barely covering the tops of her laddered stockings, one of which was now
wrinkled where Lady Charlotte had failed to secure the strap back to her
stocking after pulling up her panties.
Before Lady Charlotte went through to the library, Rita quickly applied some
cheap make-up to her face, deliberately smudging some lipstick onto Charlotte's
lovely white teeth.
She was now ready for her coming interview with the police.
To be continued...
