Charity Events

Chapter 1: Sugarplums

Charity wiped her brow and then closed her word processing program. She always seemed to get steamed up when she wrote her erotica. Before turning off the computer, 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 new story last week and had gotten feedback from only five people, despite all of the vast thousands of people who had visited, and presumably read, her story. "Assholes," she thought.

It was late, so she decided to call it quits for the night. She left the computer on and padded down the hall to shower and prepare for bed. Finished with her shower, she padded back to her room and crawled into bed, pulling the covers up and snuggling in.

It was not sugarplums that danced in Charity's head as she slept. Her dreams were filled instead with chains and manacles and writhing naked bodies. It was these dreams that fed her stories and fueled her creative plots. In this night's dream, a young woman was stretched tightly on the outside of a huge wheel. The wheel slowly rotated, taking the naked beauty into the air and then down 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 tender flesh. On the other side, when she was upside down, another tormentor would lash 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 the house. Janice, or Aunt Janice, as Charity called her had offered to house her niece while she was attending college to let her save on room and board. And Charity had turned out to be a wonderful tenant. She kept her room neat and tidy, volunteered with the household chores, and provided much needed companionship to Janice. All that Janice ever needed to do in the room was to dust a few surfaces occasionally.

Janice did appreciate the companionship. At thirty one, she had been widowed for 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 twenty years her senior. But, despite the age difference, the marriage was ideal and the husband and wife had loved one another dearly. And then, a freak skiing accident had ended everything. Janice was left a widow at the age of twenty eight. She was a wealthy widow since Charles had invested wisely and had ensured that his wife would be taken care of, but she was still alone.

Janice moved around the room efficiently, spraying and dusting and making the furniture shine. She had to straighten and move a book and a few papers on the desk and then started dusting that surface too. The dust cloth touched the computer mouse and then the computer screen lit up. Apparently, Charity had forgotten to shut it down before she left.

Janice was getting ready to shut down the machine herself when something caught her eye. The screen was opened to Charity's email and there were three communications waiting to be read. The subject line of one of them read "Dungeons and Damsels."

"That's odd," thought Janice. Then she scanned the other two subject lines. "Great Story" read one. The other was "Can't wait for future chapters." Curiosity got 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 thing to appear was a picture of a naked woman tied upright and spread eagle in a frame with another woman, dressed in black leather, positioning a pole between the naked woman's legs. It was obvious from the rounded end of the pole and its position that it was destined for the girl's sex.

The text of the email was no less surprising. It read: "Dear slavegirl, I loved your latest chapters of 'Dungeons and Damsels.' I thought you might enjoy this 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 all about? She went on to read the other two emails. Both of them had high praise for the same story. One of them provided a comparative review of "Dungeons and Damsels" with "Slave Niece," which apparently was an earlier work by the same author. The third one also referred to the website that apparently held the stories.

Janice deleted the emails and erased them from the computer's memory before shutting down the machine. Charity would never miss a few messages. She would never even know that they had arrived. Then she put her cleaning supplies away and went to the den. She started her own computer and sat down to learn more about her niece's writings.

She easily found the website but was astounded at the thousands of stories archived there. How would she find the ones written by Charity? Then she remembered that the email had been addressed to "slavegirl," and she did a search using that. Five stories were listed. Since "Dungeons and Damsels" was apparently not finished, she decided to start with "Slave Niece."

Janice read for a half hour, being totally captivated by the story. She discovered that her niece was an excellent writer and had a very active imagination. The story was highly erotic and, by the end of the half hour, Janice was so aroused that she had to take a break to relieve herself of the sexual tension that built 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 that of the protagonist in the story. Again, the main character was named Charity and she was the slave of her Aunt Janice.

After the waves of orgasm dissipated, Janice shut down her computer. She would save the ending for another day when she wanted another climax. And the rest 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 these stories of bondage and slavery? Was her niece lesbian? Did she want to become a submissive or was it simply a way of exploring new things? She supposed that she would have to read all of the stories to get a clearer picture of what went on inside Charity's mind but she couldn't do that today for fear of rubbing her clit raw.

She tried to picture Charity as a slave girl. The image that she conjured up certainly made a compelling argument for enslaving the girl. Charity was a beautiful twenty year old student ending her sophomore year of college. Janice had only seen Charity naked once when towels had run out in the bathroom but the image was imprinted on her memory. Two lush, full breasts were capped with small but very erect nipples. A beautiful, shapely figure highlighted Charity's femininity. And a sparse patch of blonde hair provided a little decoration for the girl's sex. Janice had seen her numerous times in various stages of undress or in a bikini and had grown to appreciate the girl's svelte and sexual body.

Janice was not lesbian, but she had had some female lovers in the past. Most had been before she got married but she did have a few casual flings since Charles' death. She had been quite discrete, however, and was sure that Charity would have no knowledge of her bisexuality.

Charity's sexual preferences came as quite a shock. She dated men and always seemed to have new ones calling her or calling on her. That was to be expected in 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. She was 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 always been role-playing and fun. Mostly, she had played the role of slave girl to Master Charles. They would spend an evening with her serving him and him occasionally draping her over his knees for a spanking. Once she was even a slave for a whole weekend. And she remembered how wet she would become and how totally and constantly aroused she would be.

Only once did she play the role of the dominant one. That had been with one of her female lovers before marrying Charles and it had been delicious too. She remembered how much she enjoyed binding her girlfriend and teasing her endlessly and how fun it was to create situations where her slavegirl could make choices but the outcome of each was some kind of punishment. It was always the lesser of two evils.

She would think about how to handle the knowledge she had gained. She might decide to ignore it and let it pass. But the tingling between her legs told her that some of the more interesting possibilities would probably win out.

That night, the two women made dinner, ate dinner and cleaned up afterwards together. There were no outside signs or clues being given off by Charity. Everything fit into a normal aunt-niece type of relationship. After chatting for a bit and then sharing a television show together, Charity went up to her room to study.

It was at that point that Janice realized that she might be working toward a 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 would finish the semester in about a month and Janice knew that she would probably return home for the Summer. Janice would have to wait until late August to act if she didn't act soon. That was the moment when the more interesting options won out.

Janice decided that a slow but steady approach would be best. This way, if she had misread her niece's fantasies and desires, she could more easily back out of the situation. She would take her time but would gradually step into Charity's private space, thus reducing it over time. She would slowly exert her influence on her niece's life, thus gaining control. Over time, she would erode 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 first step would be, and it would be taken tonight.

Janice first went to her room and checked her appearance in the mirror of the master bedroom. She started to apply lipstick but then wiped it off, thinking that 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 finally settled on having some of her locks draped over her shoulders and the rest cascading down her back. She waited for a few minutes after the water was turned off 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 toilet seat, 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 invited to 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 you have 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?" Janice spoke with a slight edge of irritation in her voice. "Or it's not right that I should see you naked in the tub? Or it's not right that I should be sitting here with clothes on and you should be naked?

Charity slid a little lower in the tub and reached for the wash cloth, trying to 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't be 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. She heard a knock and looked up to see Charity standing in her doorway. Her hair was still damp and her flesh was still pink and rosy from the hot bath. She was 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 her eyes cast down until she was beside the bed.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Janice," she started. "I was being childish. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"Apology accepted," replied Janice. "Yes, you were being childish. I was beginning to think that you had something to hide. You haven't gotten a tattoo or anything, have you?"

Charity's head snapped up in surprise at the question. "Oh, no! I would never do that! I think they're gross!"

"A piercing?" asked the aunt.

"No, Aunt Janice. I haven't done anything like that. Honestly. I have nothing to hide."

"Well, it sure looked that way to me," Janice retorted. "But, it's none of my 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 your mother, Charity. And I don't know what you're worried about. If there's nothing there, 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 naked before Janice. "See?"

"Yep. I don't see anything," agreed Janice. "But I'll have to let your mother do the thorough inspection."

"Oh god!" groaned the college girl. "That would be too embarrassing. Couldn't you 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 on her face. "It really did seem to make you uncomfortable earlier when I only caught a brief glimpse of you. And now you want me to check every inch of your body?"

Charity nodded quickly. "I'm sure, I'm sure! I don't know why I acted the way I did earlier. It's really no big deal. I mean it's just us girls, like you said."

Janice set her magazine aside and slid off the bed. She stepped in front of her niece and let her eyes run from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

"Nothing visible so far. Open your mouth." Charity quickly opened her mouth and Janice leaned forward peering inside. "Wider!" Charity opened her mouth wide.

"Stick out your tongue," commanded Janice. A tongue immediately slithered out. Janice ran a finger slowly over the slippery surface and then grasped it, tugging it out further. "I don't see any signs of piercings. Have you ever thought of having your tongue pierced?"

"Ngo," responded Charity as best she could with someone holding onto her tongue. "Ngegga."

"Good girl," replied Janice as she released the tongue and patted Charity on 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 open wide 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's shoulders to let it drape down her back. Then, she gripped each ear, one at a 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 behind her 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 for signs of markings or piercing, but she was actually just setting the stage for 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 just enjoying 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 anticipated this 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 behind the neck to intertwine fingers.

"Charity, you asked me to do this. But you seem to be having problems with it. Should I just let your mother finish this?"

"Oh no, Mistr.. I mean Aunt Janice," Charity quickly replied. "I was just surprised. 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. That was all the confirmation that she needed. She predicted to herself that she would own a slave by the end of the semester.

"Good," nodded Janice. "I was just checking." Then, Janice grasped the tip of Charity's left nipple and stretched it away from her body slightly. She heard her niece sucking in her breath. She bent forward again and inspected the nipple.

"We're looking for signs of piercings,' described Janice. "Fortunately, I don'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 called her "Mistress" twice and she wanted to take advantage of the tangled mess of Charity'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 hand to roam over every square inch of the soft, firm flesh.

"If I'm to be reassuring your mother, or not even saying anything to your mother, I also need to check for needle marks. But, thankfully, this breast is free of them. Now let's check the other one."

Again the nipple was slightly stretched under the auspices of looking for signs of piercings and, again, the breast was stretched away from Charity's chest as Janice ran her fingers over the surface. When she was finished, her niece was sporting two deliciously stiff nipples.

Janice released the nipple, allowing the breast to bounce back into its original form and then lifted both breasts in her fingers again. "Don't ever do anything to 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 to meet at the girl's navel. She squatted down so that her eyes were level with the cute indented belly button and then ran a finger slowly around it causing Charity'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 back on.

"Not so fast," said Janice sternly. "We're not finished yet." Then the older woman straightened up and walked behind the girl. She gathered the long blonde hair and then fastened it into a ponytail, draping the locks over Charity's left shoulder. Then her fingers danced lightly down her niece's back. Janice smiled as she saw the gooseflesh forming in the wake of her fingers.

Janice placed a hand between Charity's shoulders and pressed forward. "Bend over," commanded the aunt. Charity obediently bent at the waist until her chest was almost parallel with the floor. Janice smiled as she saw the heavy breasts dangling and swaying beneath her niece's chest.

"Oh!" gasped Charity as she felt her aunt's fingers pry her bottom cheeks apart. She clenched her bottom cheeks trying to keep them together to protect her modesty but then squealed and reluctantly relaxed them when her efforts were met with another hard smack on the bottom.

At this point, Charity's mind was in complete turmoil. This seemed more like it belonged in the plot of one of her stories than in her aunt's bedroom on a normal weeknight. Well, normal isn't exactly right, she thought. But that was about the only thought she could muster.

Charity's eyes opened wide and her mouth opened to protest as she felt a finger traveling through the forbidden valley between the firm smooth globes of her bottom and then she emitted another squeal as the finger reached the little brown pucker. She started to pant with her cheeks moving in and out with each breath as the finger slowly circled the little rosebud.

Janice tapped several times on the little pucker before announcing, "no signs of anything here, either. Good." Janice straightened up and moved back to Charity's front. Janice reached beneath Charity's chest and grasped the dangling breasts, squeezing slightly and enjoying the feel of the warm flesh. She used the twin orbs 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 was over. But her relief was short-lived. Janice had squatted down in front of her and was tapping on the insides of her thighs.

"Open up," commanded Janice. Charity moved her feet apart only to receive more insistent taps. "Wider."

Charity's face turned crimson in humiliation as her very private parts were lewdly displayed to her aunt. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt fingers grasp one of her labia to stretch it away from her body and then other fingers moved along its entire length.

Janice smiled inwardly as she found her niece's sex to be quite wet with arousal. "This is going to be easy," she thought. Then she repeated the actions with the other labia causing Charity's whole body to tremble.

Finally, Janice grasped the little hood of flesh protecting Charity's clitoris and stretched it out to reveal the glistening little nubbin. It took all of Janice's strength to keep from leaning forward and licking it, but she resisted the 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 dressed now?"

"Of course you may," smiled Janice as she leaned forward and kissed Charity on the cheek. "You're such a good girl."

Charity smiled weakly in response and slipped her nightshirt back on.