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Charity Events
Chapter 1: Sugarplums
Charity wiped her brow and then closed her word processing program. She alwaysseemed to get steamed up when she wrote her erotica. Before turning off thecomputer, she checked her email again to see if any readers had responded.Her inbox was empty and she sighed with disappointment. She had posted a newstory last week and had gotten feedback from only five people, despite allof the vast thousands of people who had visited, and presumably read, her story. "Assholes," shethought.
It was late, so she decided to call it quits for the night. She left thecomputer on and padded down the hall to shower and prepare for bed. Finishedwith her shower, she padded back to her room and crawled into bed, pullingthe covers up and snuggling in.
It was not sugarplums that danced in Charity's head as she slept. Her dreamswere filled instead with chains and manacles and writhing naked bodies. Itwas these dreams that fed her stories and fueled her creative plots. In thisnight's dream, a young woman was stretched tightly on the outside of a hugewheel. The wheel slowly rotated, taking the naked beauty into the air and thendown the other side before returning her to her starting point. On one side,when she was upright, a metal clamp would be placed somewhere on her tenderflesh. On the other side, when she was upside down, another tormentor wouldlash at her exposed and vulnerable flesh with a short, but very effective whip.
Janice entered Charity's bedroom the next day on her cleaning tour of thehouse. Janice, or Aunt Janice, as Charity called her had offered to house herniece while she was attending college to let her save on room and board. AndCharity had turned out to be a wonderful tenant. She kept her room neat andtidy, volunteered with the household chores, and provided much needed companionshipto Janice. All that Janice ever needed to do in the room was to dust a fewsurfaces occasionally.
Janice did appreciate the companionship. At thirty one, she had been widowedfor only three years. The house had seemed very empty until Charity arrived.Janice had married the older brother of Janice's mother who had been twentyyears her senior. But, despite the age difference, the marriage was ideal andthe husband and wife had loved one another dearly. And then, a freak skiingaccident had ended everything. Janice was left a widow at the age of twentyeight. She was a wealthy widow since Charles had invested wisely and had ensuredthat his wife would be taken care of, but she was still alone.
Janice moved around the room efficiently, spraying and dusting and makingthe furniture shine. She had to straighten and move a book and a few paperson the desk and then started dusting that surface too. The dust cloth touchedthe computer mouse and then the computer screen lit up. Apparently, Charityhad forgotten to shut it down before she left.
Janice was getting ready to shut down the machine herself when somethingcaught her eye. The screen was opened to Charity's email and there were threecommunications waiting to be read. The subject line of one of them read "Dungeonsand Damsels."
"That's odd," thought Janice. Then she scanned the other two subject lines. "GreatStory" read one. The other was "Can't wait for future chapters." Curiositygot the better of the woman. She set her cleaning supplies aside and sat down.As she opened the first one, her eyes went wide with surprise. The first thingto appear was a picture of a naked woman tied upright and spread eagle in aframe with another woman, dressed in black leather, positioning a pole betweenthe naked woman's legs. It was obvious from the rounded end of the pole andits position that it was destined for the girl's sex.
The text of the email was no less surprising. It read: "Dear slavegrl, Iloved your latest chapters of 'Dungeons and Damsels.' I thought you might enjoythis picture, which reminds me of Janice torturing Charity in chapter eleven.Hope you enjoy and I can't wait to read the rest of the story."
"Oh my gosh," thought Janice. Janice torturing Charity? What was that allabout? She went on to read the other two emails. Both of them had high praisefor the same story. One of them provided a comparative review of "Dungeonsand Damsels" with "Slave Niece," which apparently was an earlier work by thesame author. The third one also referred to the website that apparently heldthe stories.
Janice deleted the emails and erased them from the computer's memory beforeshutting down the machine. Charity would never miss a few messages. She wouldnever even know that they had arrived. Then she put her cleaning supplies awayand went to the den. She started her own computer and sat down to learn moreabout her niece's writings.
She easily found the website but was astounded at the thousands of storiesarchived there. How would she find the ones written by Charity? Then she rememberedthat the email had been addressed to "slavegrl," and she did a search usingthat. Five stories were listed. Since "Dungeons and Damsels" was apparentlynot finished, she decided to start with "Slave Niece."
Janice read for a half hour, being totally captivated by the story. She discoveredthat her niece was an excellent writer and had a very active imagination. Thestory was highly erotic and, by the end of the half hour, Janice was so arousedthat she had to take a break to relieve herself of the sexual tension thatbuilt up inside of her. Removing her clothes and laying them over another chair,she sat back down and masturbated herself as she continued with the story.A small whimper escaped her lips as she climaxed, timing her climax with thatof the protagonist in the story. Again, the main character was named Charityand she was the slave of her Aunt Janice.
After the waves of orgasm dissipated, Janice shut down her computer. Shewould save the ending for another day when she wanted another climax. And therest of the stories promised to keep her in orgasmic bliss for weeks to come.
What did it mean that Charity kept featuring herself and her aunt in thesestories of bondage and slavery? Was her niece lesbian? Did she want to becomea submissive or was it simply a way of exploring new things? She supposed thatshe would have to read all of the stories to get a clearer picture of whatwent on inside Charity's mind but she couldn't do that today for fear of rubbingher clit raw.
She tried to picture Charity as a slave girl. The image that she conjuredup certainly made a compelling argument for enslaving the girl. Charity wasa beautiful twenty year old student ending her sophomore year of college. Janicehad only seen Charity naked once when towels had run out in the bathroom butthe image was imprinted on her memory. Two lush, full breasts were capped withsmall but very erect nipples. A beautiful, shapely figure highlighted Charity'sfemininity. And a sparse patch of blonde hair provided a little decorationfor the girl's sex. Janice had seen her numerous times in various stages ofundress or in a bikini and had grown to appreciate the girl's svelte and sexualbody.
Janice was not lesbian, but she had had some female lovers in the past. Mosthad been before she got married but she did have a few casual flings sinceCharles' death. She had been quite discrete, however, and was sure that Charitywould have no knowledge of her bisexuality.
Charity's sexual preferences came as quite a shock. She dated men and alwaysseemed to have new ones calling her or calling on her. That was to be expectedin Janice's mind. She was beautiful and bright and lively.
And her interest in domination and submission was an even bigger surprise.Her wholesome, girl-next-door appearances apparently hid dark desires. Shewas much easier to picture in a cheerleader's outfit than in ropes and chains,although Janice knew that her niece would look delicious naked and bound.
Janice had dabbled in domination and submission a few times but it had alwaysbeen role-playing and fun. Mostly, she had played the role of slave girl toMaster Charles. They would spend an evening with her serving him and him occasionallydraping her over his knees for a spanking. Once she was even a slave for awhole weekend. And she remembered how wet she would become and how totallyand constantly aroused she would be.
Only once did she play the role of the dominant one. That had been with oneof her female lovers before marrying Charles and it had been delicious too.She remembered how much she enjoyed binding her girlfriend and teasing herendlessly and how fun it was to create situations where her slavegirl couldmake choices but the outcome of each was some kind of punishment. It was alwaysthe lesser of two evils.
She would think about how to handle the knowledge she had gained. She mightdecide to ignore it and let it pass. But the tingling between her legs toldher that some of the more interesting possibilities would probably win out.
That night, the two women made dinner, ate dinner and cleaned up afterwardstogether. There were no outside signs or clues being given off by Charity.Everything fit into a normal aunt-niece type of relationship. After chattingfor a bit and then sharing a television show together, Charity went up to herroom to study.
It was at that point that Janice realized that she might be working towarda deadline. If she were to pursue some of the more interesting possibilities,she would have to either move quickly or wait until the Fall. Charity wouldfinish the semester in about a month and Janice knew that she would probablyreturn home for the Summer. Janice would have to wait until late August toact if she didn't act soon. That was the moment when the more interesting optionswon out.
Janice decided that a slow but steady approach would be best. This way, ifshe had misread her niece's fantasies and desires, she could more easily backout of the situation. She would take her time but would gradually step intoCharity's private space, thus reducing it over time. She would slowly exerther influence on her niece's life, thus gaining control. Over time, she woulderode Charity's will to resist and would have a slave to experiment with.
Janice heard the water running upstairs and went to the foot of the staircase.Once she realized that Charity was drawing a bath, Janice knew what the firststep would be, and it would be taken tonight.
Janice first went to her room and checked her appearance in the mirror ofthe master bedroom. She started to apply lipstick but then wiped it off, thinkingthat the makeup would make her first step appear planned. She did, however,take a minute to brush out her long black hair until it was shining. She finallysettled on having some of her locks draped over her shoulders and the restcascading down her back. She waited for a few minutes after the water was turnedoff and then opened the door to the bathroom and walked in.
"Aunt Jan!" protested Charity as she raised her hands to cover her breasts,which were floating and bobbing in the deep water.
"What?" asked Janice as she crossed the floor and sat on the closed toiletseat, smiling at her niece.
"What are you doing in here?" asked a frantic Charity.
"I just came in to talk," Janice responded. "I remembered that we were invitedto the opening of an art exhibit on Friday and I forgot to mention it to you."
"But.. but.. but, I'm naked!"
"Yes you are," smiled Janice. "But what difference does that make? Do youhave something that I don't? It's just us girls, Char."
"It.. I mean I… I mean it's not right!"
"What's not right? It's not right that I should come in and ask you a question?" Janicespoke with a slight edge of irritation in her voice. "Or it's not right thatI should see you naked in the tub? Or it's not right that I should be sittinghere with clothes on and you should be naked?
Charity slid a little lower in the tub and reached for the wash cloth, tryingto position it as strategically as she cold to cover her breasts.
"Yes," she replied timidly.
"Yes to all of them?" asked Janice with her eyebrows raised.
"No. I mean yes. I mean I don't know," replied Charity. "This is so embarrassing."
Janice stood up abruptly trying to act insulted and strode to the door. "Honestly,Charity!" she huffed. "I don't know why you are so embarrassed. You shouldn'tbe ashamed of your body." With that, she left and closed the door behind her.
A little later, Janice was lying on top of her bed, reading a magazine. Sheheard a knock and looked up to see Charity standing in her doorway. Her hairwas still damp and her flesh was still pink and rosy from the hot bath. Shewas wearing a pale blue cotton night shirt that hung down to mid-calf level.
"May I come in, Aunt Janice?"
"Yes you may," replied Janice. Charity shuffled into the room, keeping hereyes cast down until she was beside the bed.
I'm sorry, Aunt Janice," she started. "I was being childish. I didn't meanto hurt your feelings."
"Apology accepted," replied Janice. "Yes, you were being childish. I wasbeginning to think that you had something to hide. You haven't gotten a tattooor anything, have you?"
Charity's head snapped up in surprise at the question. "Oh, no! I would neverdo that! I think they're gross!"
"A piercing?" asked the aunt.
"No, Aunt Janice. I haven't done anything like that. Honestly. I have nothingto hide."
"Well, it sure looked that way to me," Janice retorted. "But, it's none ofmy business. I'll just turn the whole thing over to your mother."
Charity's eyes flew open wide. "My mother?" she asked. "Please don't do that.She gets so suspicious of everything. That would just make her worse."
Janice shrugged her shoulders. "I have a responsibility to both you and yourmother, Charity. And I don't know what you're worried about. If there's nothingthere, then all is fine."
"But there isn't anything there!" insisted the niece.
"Then your mother will have nothing to find."
"I'll prove it to you!" declared Charity, reaching for the hem of her nightshirt.She drew it quickly up her body and then held it in one hand as she stood nakedbefore Janice. "See?"
"Yep. I don't see anything," agreed Janice. "But I'll have to let your motherdo the thorough inspection."
"Oh god!" groaned the college girl. "That would be too embarrassing. Couldn'tyou inspect me and then just not even bring it up with Mom?"
"But you seem to uncomfortable around me. And I don't want to distress you."
"Please inspect me, Aunt Janice," begged Charity.
"Are you sure, Charity?" asked Janice with a very concerned expression onher face. "It really did seem to make you uncomfortable earlier when I onlycaught a brief glimpse of you. And now you want me to check every inch of yourbody?"
Charity nodded quickly. "I'm sure, I'm sure! I don't know why I acted theway I did earlier. It's really no big deal. I mean it's just us girls, likeyou said."
Janice set her magazine aside and slid off the bed. She stepped in frontof her niece and let her eyes run from the top of her head to the tips of hertoes.
"Nothing visible so far. Open your mouth." Charity quickly opened her mouthand Janice leaned forward peering inside. "Wider!" Charity opened her mouthwide.
"Stick out your tongue," commanded Janice. A tongue immediately slitheredout. Janice ran a finger slowly over the slippery surface and then graspedit, tugging it out further. "I don't see any signs of piercings. Have you everthought of having your tongue pierced?"
"Ngo," responded Charity as best she could with someone holding onto hertongue. "Ngegga."
"Good girl," replied Janice as she released the tongue and patted Charityon the top of her head. "Don't do it. That's for someone else to ask of you.It should be viewed as a precious gift." This caused Charity's eyes to openwide in surprise as she tried to take in her aunt's last comment.
Janice proceeded with the inspection by pushing the blonde hair off of Charity'sshoulders to let it drape down her back. Then, she gripped each ear, one ata time, and leaned forward to inspect them.
"Good girl. Only one piercing per lobe. That's respectable."
Then Janice lifted each of Charity's arms and placed her niece's hands behindher neck in a clear signal that the hands should remain there. The hands did.Janice acted as if she were visually inspecting the arms and upper chest forsigns of markings or piercing, but she was actually just setting the stagefor her next assault on Charity's body.
Janice lifted her hands and, with fingers splayed, lifted Charity's breasts.She made a show of looking beneath each breast for tattoos but was really justenjoying the weight of the firm mounds pressing down on her fingers.
"Oh!" gasped Charity as she felt her aunt's fingers claim her breasts.
"No tattoos or markings so far," proclaimed Janice. "Good girl."
Charity breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her arms. Janice anticipatedthis move and immediately reached around her niece and swatted her bottom.
"We're not finished yet! I'll tell you when to lower your hands."
"Ouch! Yes, Aunt Janice," was the obedient response as hands went back behindthe neck to intertwine fingers.
"Charity, you asked me to do this. But you seem to be having problems withit. Should I just let your mother finish this?"
"Oh no, Mistr.. I mean Aunt Janice," Charity quickly replied. "I was justsurprised. I didn't know you would be so thorough. But I'm fine with it."
Janice heard all that she needed. Her niece almost called her Mistress. Thatwas all the confirmation that she needed. She predicted to herself that shewould own a slave by the end of the semester.
"Good," nodded Janice. "I was just checking." Then, Janice grasped the tipof Charity's left nipple and stretched it away from her body slightly. Sheheard her niece sucking in her breath. She bent forward again and inspectedthe nipple.
"We're looking for signs of piercings,' described Janice. "Fortunately, Idon't see any. Have you ever thought about having your nipples pierced?"
"No, Mis.. Aunt Janice!"
Janice decided to become bolder. She knew that her niece had almost calledher "Mistress" twice and she wanted to take advantage of the tangled mess ofCharity's brain.
Janice grasped the nipple fully and pulled it outward from Charity's chest,stretching the beautiful breast into a cone. Then, she used her other handto roam over every square inch of the soft, firm flesh.
"If I'm to be reassuring your mother, or not even saying anything to yourmother, I also need to check for needle marks. But, thankfully, this breastis free of them. Now let's check the other one."
Again the nipple was slightly stretched under the auspices of looking forsigns of piercings and, again, the breast was stretched away from Charity'schest as Janice ran her fingers over the surface. When she was finished, herniece was sporting two deliciously stiff nipples.
Janice released the nipple, allowing the breast to bounce back into its originalform and then lifted both breasts in her fingers again. "Don't ever do anythingto change these," warned Janice. "They're perfect just as they are."
"Thank you," stammered a blushing Charity.
Janice ran her fingers down Charity's sides and then toward each other tomeet at the girl's navel. She squatted down so that her eyes were level withthe cute indented belly button and then ran a finger slowly around it causingCharity's belly to quiver.
"No piercings here either," announced Janice. "That's good."
Charity breathed a sigh of relief and lifted her night shirt to put it backon.
"Not so fast," said Janice sternly. "We're not finished yet." Then the olderwoman straightened up and walked behind the girl. She gathered the long blondehair and then fastened it into a ponytail, draping the locks over Charity'sleft shoulder. Then her fingers danced lightly down her niece's back. Janicesmiled as she saw the gooseflesh forming in the wake of her fingers.
Janice placed a hand between Charity's shoulders and pressed forward. "Bendover," commanded the aunt. Charity obediently bent at the waist until her chestwas almost parallel with the floor. Janice smiled as she saw the heavy breastsdangling and swaying beneath her niece's chest.
"Oh!" gasped Charity as she felt her aunt's fingers pry her bottom cheeksapart. She clenched her bottom cheeks trying to keep them together to protecther modesty but then squealed and reluctantly relaxed them when her effortswere met with another hard smack on the bottom.
At this point, Charity's mind was in complete turmoil. This seemed more likeit belonged in the plot of one of her stories than in her aunt's bedroom ona normal weeknight. Well, normal isn't exactly right, she thought. But thatwas about the only thought she could muster.
Charity's eyes opened wide and her mouth opened to protest as she felt afinger traveling through the forbidden valley between the firm smooth globesof her bottom and then she emitted another squeal as the finger reached thelittle brown pucker. She started to pant with her cheeks moving in and outwith each breath as the finger slowly circled the little rosebud.
Janice tapped several times on the little pucker before announcing, "no signsof anything here, either. Good." Janice straightened up and moved back to Charity'sfront. Janice reached beneath Charity's chest and grasped the dangling breasts,squeezing slightly and enjoying the feel of the warm flesh. She used the twinorbs of delight as handles to pull Charity upright.
"You can straighten up now."
Charity closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief that the ordeal wasover. But her relief was short-lived. Janice had squatted down in front ofher and was tapping on the insides of her thighs.
"Open up," commanded Janice. Charity moved her feet apart only to receivemore insistent taps. "Wider."
Charity's face turned crimson in humiliation as her very private parts werelewdly displayed to her aunt. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt fingersgrasp one of her labia to stretch it away from her body and then other fingersmoved along its entire length.
Janice smiled inwardly as she found her niece's sex to be quite wet witharousal. "This is going to be easy," she thought. Then she repeated the actionswith the other labia causing Charity's whole body to tremble.
Finally, Janice grasped the little hood of flesh protecting Charity's clitorisand stretched it out to reveal the glistening little nubbin. It took all ofJanice's strength to keep from leaning forward and licking it, but she resistedthe temptation.
Janice stood again and patted Charity on the head. "All done, little one.You passed."
"Thank god," sighed Charity as she finally opened her eyes. "May I get dressednow?"
"Of course you may," smiled Janice as she leaned forward and kissed Charityon the cheek. "You're such a good girl."
Charity smiled weakly in response and slipped her nightshirt back on.
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