Charlie, Revenge And Redemption

By Charlie B.

Charlie is the only witness as a teenager to her mothers death after a severe beating from her father, knowing that she saw he hides her away in one of his brothels and inevitably as time passes she becomes a sex slave, but Charlie is not resigned to her fate. Providence has given her the means to escape but it will take all her courage and resolve and a murder to enable her to escape the mans evil clutches. Desperate to flee she hitches a ride in a car. Our story follows the relationship between her rescuer and herself, but her path will surely cross her persecutors once again, this time its Charlie's turn to be the aggressor, and she will have her revenge.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlie B.
• Release date: Sep 25, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370225965

Charlie B.

Well my name is Charlie B but you already know that. I live in the UK, Bromley, Kent, any GR peeps close by, friend me by all means. I write hot steamy stories. Why, well because if it turns me on I hope it will do the same for you, guy or girl! For those of you that might be interested my web site address is www.dollhouse-books.com. all of my books are individually listed there along with synopsis and other interesting articles. you can also sign up to my new releases newsletter and receive a free short story Commecial finished, please read on! I write a lot, a book a month sometimes even more and I like to do something different every time. Sometimes the sexy scenes are part of the story and other times the story is the vehicle for the sex scenes but one thing is always present in my stories, Sex! Most of my stories feature women as the lead characters, I liker strong women, women who know what they want and go get it. They want men who can satisfy them in every way, who can excite and give then totally fulfilling sex. Women today have found their freedom, they want books that excite and arouse, they want a hot read that will give them a thrill and why not. Ah, but I hear you guys saying , 'what about us? Well I know what guys like, after all I am one. Fresh young women, cheerleaders, raunchy college girls that are naughty rather than nice. Older women that bend the rules, blur the lines because they are hell bent on satisfaction and they will do their devious best to get it. In actual fact, although there's a possible division in what I write, I think men and women will enjoy most of my books as many sit in the middle road.

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Charlie,

‘Revenge and Redemption

SMASHWORDS EDITION

By

Charlie B.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1. Hope

CHAPTER 2. Rory McCann

CHAPTER 3. Revelations

CHAPTER 4. It’s time to Talk.

CHAPTER 5. Revelation

CHAPTER 6. New Horizons.

CHAPTER 7. A passion shared.

CHAPTER 8. A most fulfilling day.

CHAPTER 9. Justice is Sweet Revenge.

CHAPTER 10. A menage a trois

CHAPTER 11. Final Redemption.

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CHAPTER 1. Hope

She stares up at the ceiling, her eyes fixed on the dirty water-stain. It has grown bigger since the last time she looked at it. It was once a small mark, a few inches across but now it is larger. Looking up at the stain takes her mind away from reality, the reality that is the man grunting over her body as he rams his cock into her with incoherent grunts.

She hadn’t bothered to look at his face when he walked in, not interested. He is just another punter spending his money on a quick fuck with a woman he doesn’t even know; a woman that has absolutely no interest in him or his money after all she’ll never see any of it.

She thinks of her childhood; sunny summer days, childish games, now so long gone that she barely remembers the names of her friends. This is now her life such as it is; a sex doll at the whim of any man who has the money or inclination to lay her.

She hears the man’s cries grow louder as he reaches his short strokes, his sweaty body smelling cigarette sour as he uses her for his own gratification. His stupid endearments meaningless as he seeks completion at her expense. She hopes he’ll soon finish, and then she can at least rest after washing herself to remove any traces of the man’s presence from her body.

He is the third that evening, the third to take her. True they have to wear condoms, after all she is property. Not an investment, merely an instrument of profit for the man who keeps her in such abject surroundings.

She feels the customer finish, his eyes at least averted from hers as he climbs off of her slender body. He pulls off the condom, rinses his softening prick in the sink in the corner, buttons up his pants then leaves.

She rises to her feet wearily. There will be more, more men who see her as an object of satisfaction. Some big, some small, some young some old, black, Asian and white, but all with the same slightly apologetic look as they see her there on the bed. Yet that doesn’t stop them using her body for their own satisfaction.

There are other women in other rooms. She doesn’t often hear them, just hears their screams if they are beaten for their disobedience. That is how it has been for a long time but now she has a plan. A plan that will, she hopes, set her free of the monster that has turned her into little more than a possession of abuse.

She crawls back onto her bed. The sheets need washing; the light in the room is dim. It hides the bruises she’s suffered from her captors; bruises that have faded as she grows more pliant to their wishes. It is the best way to hide her plan from them. To lull them into believing that she has resigned herself to a future without hope but now there is hope.

The door opens and he comes into the room. Not a big man, but a cruel one, given to punishing the girls at his whim. He switches on the light, throws clean sheets on the bed then stares down at her with a disdainful look. He is not the one who put her here, but he runs the girls.

You’re disgusting. Change that bedding. Here, change your slip, its stained and go shower dammit, you’re not going to draw the punters in looking like that.

She slowly turns her head to stare at him, her long hair falling greasily back from her face. It is a young face, but the years of abuse and lack of fresh air have added a resigned pallor to her attractive looks.

Did you hear me? Do it now, he cries, his hand raised to add a fearful edge to his words.

She climbs to her feet, his eyes glittering as her breast falls free for a moment before she hooks the slip back up on her shoulder.

Bitch, move your ass or I’ll screw it for you, strip now.

She stares at him for a moment, then across at the door.

Oh you think because it’s open you can run? You won’t get ten feet girl, and the pain you will suffer will be far worse than anything so far, now strip.

She lets the garment fall, her body now naked before him. It isn’t being naked that disgusts her, that is a normal situation. It is having his eyes lusting after her body. She knows what will come next.

Now shower; I want you clean. Here, wash your bloody hair too, make yourself look good. I don’t want to screw a dirty whore; I want a clean one. Get a move on.

He is going to fuck her, she knows it. He doesn’t care that she’s already had three men this night; his turn on is his power over her, his knowledge that she will be obedient to his demands and do exactly as he tells her or else, she will suffer.

She walks to the shower, runs the hot water, not very hot but at least it is cleansing. She uses the shampoo, her fingers working at her thick blonde hair then she soaps her body, the water splashing against the sides from her pert breasts, trickling down between her thighs, and yet all she can think about is the open door and the knife.

That of course is what he wants; to give her hope and if she dares to try for it then he will enjoy the punishment he will mete out all the more.

She steps out of the shower, catches the towel he tosses her way then dries herself before slipping on the red slip he’s provided. It is new, an unusual luxury but red will hide any bleeding won’t it.

On the bed, he mutters undoing his pants, then freeing his swollen cock. He takes a condom from the basket on the dresser, rolls it onto his erect dick then stares dawn at the woman lasciviously. There is no love in his eyes, just lust for her slim, yet still attractive body.

She crawls across the bed, her ass upward, that is how he likes to fuck her, his hands groping as he takes her, his eyes screwed up when he comes inside her body.

No suck me first bitch, do it good, no biting.

The girl’s heart races. This is her chance. Her escape is possible. It has to be now. She has only to find the courage to do it. She reaches out for the stuffed bear that sits on the end of her bed, its ragged body sagging, one eye missing, but hidden deep inside is the knife.

She takes his cock in her hand, lifts it to her mouth; slides her lips over its length as her free hand gropes inside the stuffed toy. She touches cold steel, the knife with a sharp retractable blade dropped accidentally by a punter. Hers now, its edge sharp and unforgiving.

As her fingers close around his prick, her other hand closes around the knife. She slides the blade out as she sucks, her heart racing, her anger growing at this brutal animal that has made her life so miserable. He isn’t the boss, just the enforcer; the heavy that keeps the women in line and her hate suddenly overwhelms her.

She stares up at his face. He is looking at the ceiling his eyes closed, now is the time. It is a swift cut that deprives him of his manhood, deep