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Subject: {ASSM} Charlotte's Niece by Pamela, Chap 14, TG femdom
Date: Tue,  8 May 2001 21:10:05 -0400
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For earlier chapters see the ASSM archive or www.Fictionmania.com.  Do not read
this if you're not lawfully entitled.  This means you!  Some of you anyhow,
probably.



                     Charlotte's Niece

                         by Pamela


 Please send all comments to pamelapamela@hotmail.com

           (c) 2001 by Pamela. All rights reserved.




Chapter 14


"Don't hurt me," I implored as the two guys led me further and further
away from the commercial district into increasingly shabby streets
that I had never seen before.

"Where are you taking me?" The shorter guy had his arm on my shoulder.
It was heavy and uncomfortable and made it awkward to walk. He banged
painfully into my side every so often as he staggered down the
street.  He looked at me occasionally and one time grabbed my breast
in his free hand.

"Harry and I are going to show you a good time."

"I've got to get home. My mom and dad will miss me and call the
police."

"Fuck your mom and dad," the short guy said, and the big guy said
laughing, "Your momma's going to worry about you? Why did she let you
out alone?"

"Look, I've had just a terrible, awful day. I'm tired and hungry and I
just want to go home and sleep! Please just let me go home."

"You don't like us?" the short guy said.

"I didn't say I don't like you. I don't know you."

"I'm so sick and tired of you cock teasing bitches showing up at the
bar and acting like you're God's gift to the fucking world."

"I was hungry, I had no money, I just wanted to get some peanuts!"

"Standing around sticking out your tits and shaking your ass and
getting us to drool over you!"

The guy suddenly stopped and pushed me against a brick wall of a
commercial building we were passing. Further down the block there were
lights on in some of the buildings on the upper floors. I guessed they
were lofts perhaps inhabited by artists.  There were some cars parked
on the street. If I screamed I'm sure I'd get help.  "Ow," I said,
"that hurt! why did you do that?"

"Fucking bitches, you're all the same!"

"I'm not like that! You've got me all wrong."

The guy was looking around, he grabbed my wrist and led me up the
block to a dark recessed doorway of one of the buildings, and threw me
inside. Harry stood across the doorway blocking out most of the light.

"What are we doing here? If you touch me I'll scream!" The guy slapped
me on the cheek and I cried out in pain. Terrified, I collapsed to the
ground and buried my head in my arms. He grabbed my hand and yanked me
back up to my feet. "Say another word, and you're dead!" he hissed at
me.  He grabbed my breasts, one in each hand and squeezed them hard.
"Oh, baby," he said. He reached under my skirt and slid his hands up
until they were grabbing my breasts from inside the dress and over my
slip. He was pushing me back against a glass door.

"Oh please don't rape me," I said in a tiny voice. I began crying.
"I'm not a girl," I said. The guy did not pay any attention. He seemed
pathetically hungry for sex. His hand went round and round on my
breasts and he pushed his face against my dress. He took one hand out
of the dress and I saw him fumbling with the buckle of his jeans. With
horror I realized he must be undoing his pants.  "Please stop. Don't
rape me, I'm just a boy. I'm not a girl. Please don't rape me!" He
didn't say anything.

Through my tears I heard the clank of his belt buckle and I guessed
that his pants had fallen around his ankles. "I'm going to fill your
face with my cock and you're going suck it until you blow up."

The thought was horrifying, and I began shaking as if I had muscle
spasms. "No, no, no, no, no," I kept repeating. He returned his  hand
back up and into my dress. He began pushing me harder against the
door. He lowered one of his hands and grabbed the bottom of my dress
and then my slip and raised them up.  He shoved his body forcefully
into mine and I felt something hard poking me just a little above my
crotch area.

"No, no don't," I whined.

He hoarsely whispered, "say another word bitch and I'll slap you
again."

"Hey, I want some  too!" Harry said.

"Wait your turn."

"Fuck you, I don't want seconds."

"Then you can have her ass. I get the cunt."

The big guy forced his way between myself and the door so I was being
pushed forcefully into him by the guy attacking my front. The tall guy
must have already taken his penis out of  his pants  since I felt it
poking me in the back. He scrambled to raise my dress and slip and
then I felt his hand on the cheeks of my bottom through the pantyhose.
He began squeezing me hard. I felt the  wounds on my bottom burn with
pain.  "You got a great butt, babe," he said. I felt him insert his
hand down my pantyhose and into my panty and then pull them below my
butt. The front of my pantyhose were still up over my  penis. The guy
in front was battering me slowly with his erect cock. It kept hitting
into my stomach. I felt sick. The force of the two guys pressing
against me from both sides was painful. The guy in front took his hand
out of my dress, and my skirt fell down getting caught around his
cock.  He tried to lift up the  front of the dress with one hand, and
then grab for my pantyhose, but the dress kept falling down before he
could get his hand inside.  I suddenly felt the hand of the big guy on
my naked rear end. Then suddenly the heat and rigidity of his cock
pushed up against my back. He was too tall and he spread his legs
apart to lower himself down to the level of my behind.  The guy in
front finally grabbed my dress with both hands and lifted it up and
then tried to reach to my pantyhhose again, but my slip was in the
way. He dropped the dress and reached down grabbing both the dress and
the slip and pulled them up. Now my dress and slip were bunched up
around my waist. By pressing hard into me he was able to keep the
dress up while his hand fumbled for the top of my pantyhose.  Suddenly
there was a sharp feeling near my anus as I felt the large erect cock
of the big guy pushing into me.

"No, no, no," I begged.  I tried to squirm to get away from the
assault but they pushed harder against me. I looked down and saw that
both of them had their pants around their ankles. I felt my pantyhose
beginning to go down my front. The guy  stopped pulling on them when
they were at my thighs. He then tried thrusting his penis into my
front, but realized that my panties were still up, and I felt his hand
now groping for them. The battering from behind was getting more
insistent. Suddenly it was just at my bottom hole.  I noticed
headlights coming down the street. We were too far into the little
alcove to be visible.  The car passed and I saw that it was a police
car. In a sudden jerking motion, fueled by my hysteria, I frantically
pushed my way out from between the guys. They grabbed at me and tried
to lunge for me, but they tripped on their pants and fell over onto
the ground. I was able to break free and began running down the block,
hindered  by my pantyhose halfway down my thighs.  I ran out into the
road and followed after the police car. It didn't slow down. I began
shouting, "STOP! HELP! STOP!"  As I ran I could feel my left breast
slipping out from inside the bra and  begin falling down my front
inside my slip. I held onto it with one hand so it wouldn't fall out.

I heard the footsteps  of the guys chasing after me. They were fast
and gaining rapidly.

"I'm gonna Fuckin kill you phony bitch!''  I heard the short one say.

At the end of the block the traffic light turned red and the police
car began braking.  I got within a 100 feet of it and looked behind.
The guys had stopped and had turned around and had started running
back away from me.

I came up to the police car and ran around to the driver's window and
began banging on it. "Rapists, rapists! I yelled and pointed. The cop
looked at me quizzically. Then I saw him look at my hand holding onto
my breast.

The cop got out of the car and said "where?"

I pointed down the block. "They tried to rape me!" I said
breathlessly.

"I don't see anybody."

The cop was an older man. He was overweight and the hair on his
temples was gray.

"It was two guys they latched on to me in a bar and forced me to come
here. They were just starting to rape me." I said excitedly.

I saw him gazing at my one breast. "I don't understand you fags. You
let any old faggot  pick  you up in a bar, and then you wonder why you
end up getting hurt. If you don't get your throats slit, you die of
AIDS."

"What? What are you saying? What about the rapists!"

He began getting back in his car, "the next time I see you out on the
street I'll have you locked up. Now get the fuck home!"

"But what about the rapists! They'll get me again."

He ignored me. He slammed the car door and drove off leaving me in the
middle of the street.

Dumbfounded, I stared at the car as it drove off.  The two guys were
probably still running as fast as they could. But I shouldn't take any
chances and I began walking swiftly reversing the route we had taken.
I put the breast form back in its place in the bra.  The pantyhose was
still below my rear end and I stopped to straighten it together with
my panties.  I shuddered thinking about what had just happened.
Another minute and that guy would have forced his cock up my rear, and
the other guy would have found my penis! They would have killed me.
The thought of the penises pushing against my stomach and rear end
made me feel ill. Where can I go? I've got to get back to Charlotte's
apartment. In the morning Ill take care of everything. Somehow some
way. As I walked along every sound behind me made me turn around. I
expected the two guys to jump out at me at any second. Soon I was back
to the bar district and, keeping my head down, I walked through it and
around up the avenue toward Charlotte's' place.

The streets were  deserted. It must be very late, I thought. A clock
advertising a beer in the window of a bar showed it was 1:20 in the
morning.  Every guy I passed now was staring at me. A girl in a pink
dress by herself. No purse, nothing. I moved as quickly as I could. I
was a block away from the apartment building, passing a construction
site where a new apartment tower was being built. Ahead there was a
large group of maybe eight guys coming toward me.  I crossed the
street to get on the other side, and  the group began crossing also. I
could see Charlotte's apartment building just ahead.  The first of the
guys came toward me and began walking along side me. Then the others
joined him and one of them said, "where are you going in such a
hurry."

I didn't answer but kept walking with as fast a pace as I could.  I
was even with Charlotte's building and one of guys put his arm on my
back and another grabbed my hand. "Our car is parked right there girl.
We'll take you to a party."

They were just about to  surround me when I started running across the
street and towards the alley way. The surprise gave me a short lead.
I got to the alley just two yards ahead of them and rushed down it
toward the basement steps. I heard one guy say, "man, is she stupid,"
just as I got to the top of the steps. One of them lunged at me but I
evaded him and got down the steps, praying the door was open like  I
had left it.

It was dark at the bottom of the stairwell. I glanced behind me and
saw the silhouette of one of the guys coming down the stairs toward
me. Groping, I found the door and  pushed against it. It gave way.
Thank God, it was still open. I reached down, grabbed the stick I had
used to jam it open, went inside into total blackness, and turned back
to shut the door.

The first of the guys had reached the bottom of the stairs. "You
bitch," he said and grabbed at me through the door as it was closing.
The heavy door landed on his forearm and made a crunching sound. He
yelled, "SHIT" and pulled his arm back out.  Another guy pushed
against the door and it began opening again. In a panic I swung the
stick as hard as I could at him and hit him on the head. He screamed
and backed out and I shut the door behind me. I heard the bolt click
into place. There was a furious pounding on the other side of the
door. In terror I leaned against it, as if to make sure it would not
open. The basement in front of me was pitch black. The lights must be
on a timer. How can I get them on to find my way to the stairwell?  I
tentatively reached along the wall for a switch, but there wasn't one.
It must be near the stairs.

The pounding continued and then stopped. What if they try and come in
through the front door? That was locked at night, after the doorman
left at midnight. They would be afraid to try anything. It was well
lit and the police would come in an instant.  I tried to remember
where the stairs was. The blackness was total. There was just the
sound of the wind wooshing somewhere above me.  I started shaking in
fear. What if there were rats in the basement. I've got to find the
door. I inched along feeling for every crack. I found a door, but it
was locked. Then another which opened, but it seemed to be the door to
a storage room. It smelled like cleaning agents and my groping found a
shelf with something soft like a rag. Back in the corridor, I felt
along the wall for what seemed a very long time and there was nothing.
Then my hand hit a light switch. I lifted it up and the lights went
on. I was standing next to the door to the stairwell.

OK, now what. Maybe I should go to Linda's and wake her up. I was
beyond hungry and my mind was numb from tired and fear. No. I can't do
that. I have to go to Charlotte's. Just ask her for Ethel. Ethel will
take care of me. But I won't ring the doorbell. I'll wait until
Charlotte leaves sometime in the morning, and then she'll have to tell
me where Ethel is. I wouldn't have rung her bell, so she couldn't beat
me again, but she did say she didn't want to see me anymore.  What if
she does beat me again? I don't think I could stand the pain!  What if
Ethel was happy I was gone!  I started crying again. I didn't know
what to do. I trudged up the stairs to Charlotte's floor. When I got
there I walked to the front of her door. All was quiet inside.  I
realized I had to pee again and went to the incinerator room where
there was a sink. I pulled down my pantyhose and panties and backed up
against the sink, and stuck my bottom  over it as far as I could until
I was just able to get my penis over the edge, by standing on my tippy
toes.  My face was staring down at the ground and I waited a second
until the pee began flowing.  When I was done and pulling back up my
underwear and stockings I realized that I could have peed like a boy.

I went back to the front of Charlotte's door and lay down on the floor
in front of it. There was a welcome mat that I curled up on top of,
tucking my legs up against my chest and pulling my skirt down to cover
them. Huddled like that, I felt a shiver. There was a slight draft, it
was cold. I began crying softly,  about the horrible guys, their
penises poking into me. The gang outside Charlotte's building.  A huge
hunger pang came over me and I groaned in misery. My mind started
fantasing about being Greg again. I felt sorry for Greg. I thought of
what a nice boy he was. Smart. How he was going to study very hard
this summer, maybe accomplish some significant research.  I cried
feeling sorry for poor Greg. I had taken away his life. Vickie had
killed him.

*****************

I must have fallen asleep. For the next thing I knew I was being
gently shaken and someone was whispering. "Wake up Greg. Wake up." My
eyes opened. In the lit corridor I could see it was Ethel. I burst
into tears and grabbed her.  She was kneeling down and she put her
arms around me and began pulling me up to a sitting position. "Where
were you!" she whispered. "I've been out half the night searching for
you. Up and down the building stairs. Out on the street. Where were
you?"

I was sobbing uncontrollably. "Ethel, I'm so hungry. Can I stay with
you? Please. I'll be perfect. I'll help you with everything." Big sobs
were coming out of me making it hard to talk.

"There's no need to worry. You can stay with Charlotte. She's changed
her mind."

With that she opened the door to Charlotte's apartment and started to
lead me in, but I froze. "No! Ethel! Don't! She'll beat me, she'll
beat me. No, please don't have her beat me." I was completely
hysterical and shaking from head to toe. Ethel tried to push me
through the doorway. "No, no, no, no, Ethel! Please, can't I stay with
you?"

"Charlotte says you can stay with her. She changed her mind. She's not
going to hurt you. Never again. She's sorry for what happened."

I was so terrified I couldn't physically move my feet across the
threshold. Our voices had been getting louder and the next thing I
knew, a light went on in Charlotte's apartment and then Charlotte
appeared. She was wearing a short black negligee. Her nipples were
poking out through the sheer, gauzy see-through fabric. I could see
her breasts and the end of the negligee was at her waist and her pubic
hair, a light blondish brown, was half visible.

"Bring him in, Ethel," she said.

"He's afraid, Charlotte."

Charlotte came up close to me and give me a slight smile. "My God
Vickie, but you are a mess. Come in."

Afraid to contradict her, I gingerly entered the apartment, trying to
hide partially behind Ethel.

"Take off your dress, its filthy," Charlotte said.

Ethel went behind me and pulled down the zipper and helped me out of
the dress.

While she was doing so I said, "I'm so hungry, Aunt Charlotte. Can I
have some food. I'll pay you. Please?"

Ethel guided me to step out of the dress and I stood there in my slip
looking up at Charlotte waiting for an answer.

Charlotte looked me over and said, "Ethel, get him something to eat.
What would you like Vickie?"

"Anything, Aunt Charlotte. I'm so hungry and tired."

"Ethel, make him some scrambled eggs and toast and juice."

"Coming right up!" Ethel said brightly and ran to the kitchen.

"Thank you so much, Aunt Charlotte," I said and I started to cry
again.

Charlotte picked up the dress I had taken off and said, "sit down at
the table."

I slowly walked over to the seat I normally had and sat down.
Charlotte went off somewhere and I sat there alone. I sat up a little
in order to adjust my slip, which had been folded underneath me. I was
still cold, and without the benefit of the dress I slightly shivered
and wrapped my arms around my front underneath my breasts. The pink
slip bunched up over them.   I began smelling the eggs and a faint
feeling of happiness came over me.

Charlotte returned and walked past me to the kitchen. She had put on
black lace panties that matched her negligee. The fabric was very
shear and I watched the dark form of her breasts slightly bounce as
she moved.

In a minute Charlotte and Ethel came back out of the kitchen carrying
eggs, toast, and juice and put it  down on the table in front of me.
Charlotte sat across from me and Ethel next to me.  I began eating
silently. Ethel had made a lot of eggs and there were four pieces of
toast. The two women watched me. Ethel was smiling and Charlotte
looked on. When I was done and was sipping the juice, Ethel said, "I
was so frightened that something had happened to you!"

I looked up at her and I wanted to tell her what had happened, but I
was too weary to say anything.

"Can I really stay here, Aunt Charlotte? I'll do anything you ask.
I'll be no bother to you. I promise?"

"I believe you. I'm sure that it will be an absolute pleasure having
you here. I wouldn't have my niece living anywhere else."

I got up from the table and walked around it to in front of Charlotte.
"Aunt Charlotte, I can't thank you enough. I'll make you very proud of
me. I'll keep the apartment just the way you like it and I'll make
your martini and anything else you would like. I promise."

"Good, so that is all settled. We need to get you all washed up and in
bed. Now give me a kiss on the cheek and off with you. Ethel will put
you to bed."

I gave Charlotte a tiny kiss on her cheek and then followed Ethel to
my room. Charlotte came  behind us and opened one of the dresser
drawers and took out a pale blue summer weight nightie and laid it on
the bed. To Ethel she said, "Vickie can wear this to sleep in.  She'll
also need some clothes for tomorrow." Charlotte went through the
dresser and closet taking out some clothes, "here's a bra and panties,
some stockings, a skirt and top. Every day I'll leave out something
for Vickie to wear." She put the clothes down on the dresser. Good
night!" she said and went back to her bedroom.

When she was gone I ran over to Ethel and threw my arms around her
neck and held her and began crying. "I'm so happy to see  you."

"I was so frightened that something had happened to you!"

"There were these two awful guys who were going to rape me! And then
this gang of guys were chasing me and I just got back to the building
before they caught me. It was so horrible! Why are guys so mean? Why
would they try and rape me. They had taken me to this dark street and
pushed me against a doorway. And they were coming at me from front and
back and I felt their things pushing into me! I ran and found a
policeman, but he wouldn't help me!" I said this all in a breathless
rush and Ethel  said, "slow down, slow down. You were raped?"

"Almost, Aunt Ethel, almost."

"God! How awful! But they didn't,  you know, penetrate you?"

"Oh, no! I got away! I was so lucky! But then there was this horrible
gang right downstairs who chased me!"

"I want you to tell me everything, but first I need to get you cleaned
up. Come with me to the bathroom."

"Aunt Ethel, please don't leave me tonight. Can you sleep in my bed
with me?"

Ethel looked at me with a look of anguish. "Of course, honey, if it
will make you feel safe."

"Oh, thank you, Aunt Ethel, you're the greatest!"

I followed Ethel into my bathroom. My movements were sluggish with
exhaustion and Ethel helped by lifting the slip up over my head and
off. Then she took out the breasts forms, unhooked my bra and put it
down on the counter.  She started to pull the pantyhose down and I
winced a little in pain and she said, "Oh, I forgot! How bad are the
sores? Do they hurt?"

"It hurts a lot Aunt Ethel. There was some blood, but a nice woman in
the restaurant washed it off my dress!"

I think Ethel was fighting back tears. "Let me be ever so gentle
then," she said and she very gradually slid the pantyhose down off my
rear and then down to the floor where I stepped out of them. "There's
blood on your panties!" Very slowly she lifted them away and down off
my backside. It hurt as she forced the material to separate from the
dried blood covering the welts. When she was done the panties dropped
to the floor. I was too tired to care that I was now completely naked.

"Oh, my lord in heaven," Ethel said and she began to cry.  "Your
bottom is just a wreck." I looked in the mirror. There were welts,
bruises, dried lines of blood covering most of the surface. Overcome
with emotion, she said, "wait here, I've got to show Charlotte what
she did!"

"No, don't," Aunt Ethel, "she might get mad at me again."

"No, she has to see!" Ethel said and left the room. I was too tired to
protest.

I hadn't waited a minute when Charlotte came back with Ethel to survey
the wounds on my rear end. She examined the sores carefully and then
said, "they'll heal. I don't think they'll be infected." She said to
me, "do they hurt?"

"A little Aunt Charlotte, but its OK."

"The worse thing is the blood on your panties. What about the slip?"
Charlotte picked up the slip and pointed to a blood stain, "look a
small stain on the slip. You'll have to see if you can wash them out
tomorrow. Ethel, I'm sure there will never be cause to spank Vickie
again. Am I right, Vickie?"

"Oh, yes, Aunt Charlotte!" I said.

Charlotte gave me a smile and left the room. I thought I saw a frown
cross Ethel's face, but it was only momentary.  "I'm sure Charlotte
regrets what happened as much as you! I want to stick you in the
shower for just a second," Ethel said as she turned on the water. I
stepped into the warm flow and Ethel lathered up her hands with soap
and gently began cleaning the blood off my behind. She stroked me very
gently and kept asking me if it hurt.  Only the hot water stung, but
not her hand.  When she was done with my bottom she quickly passed the
soap bar over the rest of me and then squirted some shampoo in my hair
and washed it.  She turned me around as she rinsed the soap off me and
then turned off the shower, and wrapped me in the large pink towel.
She patted me dry and then paused to take a final look at my bottom.
It was filled with pink stripes, criss-crossing in different
directions over the swollen skin. At the center of about 6 of the
stripes were long thin scabs where I must have been bleeding.

"Now you can put on your panties and nightie and I'll tuck you in,"
Ethel said.

"You'll be sleeping with me won't you?" I said in a worried voice.

"Yes. First I need to get undressed and wash up myself."

"Good, Aunt Ethel," I said smiling. Ethel handed me the panties and I
put them on. She was about to hand me the nightie when I said, "can I
wear my bra, too?"

Ethel smiled and said, "so you can have your breasts?"

"Yes, is it OK?"

"Sure it is," she said and I put the bra on and put my breasts in the
cups. Then I put on the nightie, which felt silky against my skin and
I hopped into the bed and under the covers.  Ethel turned out the
overhead light so just the bathroom light was illuminating the room.
As I lay there, warm in bed, I watched as Ethel pulled her dress up
over her head, revealing her pantyhose and bra. She pulled down her
pantyhose and took them off, and then went into the bathroom. I heard
her washing herself, brushing her teeth. I was about dozing off when I
saw her in the gray light coming into the bed wearing just her bra and
panties. I felt the bed shake as she got into it and lay down beside
me.  I moved towards her and she put her arm around me and I lay my
head on her breast and I fell asleep almost instantly.



End of Chapter 14




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