For my latest Charlotte piece of work I thought it would interesting to portray her in a 3D style. Of course it means that her natural assets; her breasts, hips and ass in particular are enlarged, but it also, I think adds to her illuminating provocation
Over the next six days I will post four manipulations per day, along with corresponding text, that describes how Charlotte is contacted by the new Mayor of Cruxton, how he wants her for himself, and how he invites her to meet him, alone, in Cruxton's old, Gothic Cathedral. We will see the clothes he sends her to wear and how she is ordered to strip out of them, which of course naturally leads to poor Charlotte being used by the new Mayor, who is very clearly into abusing the power of his office.
Charlotte is taken and used and filled ... So, here are the first four picture manipulations (a more explicit set will follow tomorrow) - I hope you enjoy the, one-off, new look Charlotte ...
CHARLOTTE AND THE MAYOR ... PICTURES 1-4
Cruxton had a new Mayor. Despite this being his first ‘elected’ post, Mayor De Marko was well known to the residents, and also to Charlotte.
When I say that this was his first elected post, he wasn’t exactly in position as the result of an election, because Mayor Dominic De Marko was a senior member of the leading Cruxton Mafioso family.
And so, when the box arrived via special delivery Charlotte opened it with curious haste, but then gasped when she read the note inside …
“Charlotte, my dearest girl, I have heard all about your trials and tribulations at the hands of the Cruxtonian Officials, your time in prison, and the whippings and crucifixions on the desolate mounds on city’s outskirts, and I felt that as one of the inuagral occasions upon which I exercise my new found power, I wanted to meet you in person. I know that you know what is good for you and so at 7pm this very evening you will put on this dress, these stockings and shoes, wear nothing else, but tie your hair up. You will come alone to the Cathedral of Cruxton and there I will be waiting for you. Do not be late.”
Poor Charlotte gasped to herself. She knew what this meant. Rape at best, more extreme punishment at worse. But she also knew that she had little choice in the matter.
And so, at 7pm on the dot, Charlotte entered the Cathedral alone, as instructed, and marched confidently down the main aisle, slowly letting a false smile take over her beautiful face. She reasoned that if ‘rape’ was to be the best hoped for outcome, she may as well do all she could to make the new Mayor as satisfied with her performance as she could …