Message-ID: <29728asstr$986634601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) X-Original-Message-ID: <20010406221934.18681.00001995@ng-ce1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Charlotte's Niece by Pamela chap 13b TG Femdom Date: Sat, 7 Apr 2001 05:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw I left the bathroom and headed out into the street carrying the pad in my hand. At least I don't have to pee. Its too bad I didn't say something. I felt a intense hunger pang. Now I've got to get some food! I began walking aimlessly thinking where I could get food, when I remembered that I had heard that some bars give out free peanuts or pretzels. All I have to do is find the right bar! Overjoyed, I picked up my pace and headed for a bar I could see at the of the block. Summoning up my courage I opened the door and peeked in, and shut it immediately. It was obviously an old man's bar. It was very dark with just a few old men on the bar stools. Probably nothing free in there. I've got to find a younger person's bar. A crowded one where I can fit in. Up ahead the streets looked darker, like I was getting away from the stores so I turned around and walked back past the restaurant. The woman who had helped me in the bathroom was standing next to a parked car waiting for the door to be opened. She was with a man and another couple. She waved to me. Surprised, I waved back with my hand holding the pad. She got into the car and I could see her looking at me puzzled. She rolled down the window and called out, "do you have a pocket book?" I stopped and turned toward her. The engine started up on the car, and it began backing up. I called out, "no." "Are you in trouble?" she asked. She had a worried look on her face. The front wheels of the car turned outwards and it began inching out slowly. I said, "no, its OK," but I'm sure my face said something else since as the car sped away, the woman kept staring back at me. I raised my hand and waved slightly, this time with the pad in my other hand. I stood motionless looking at the car until I couldn't see it anymore. I felt some tears coming on. I should have said something. I began walking quickly. On the next block was a bar with loud music and lots of kids hanging out in front. I guessed they were college students. The entrance was open with people walking in and out. I joined a stream of people walking in and saw that there was a very long bar on the left side and little high tables scattered around with kids drinking and talking in groups. To my relief I saw that there were large burlap sacks of peanuts in several locations. One of them was in the back and a little less well lit than the others, so I went to it and stood in front of it and took a handful of peanuts. I cracked open the shells as fast as I could and ate the nuts. I was very thirsty and would need water. There were some half full glasses on a table near me. I wondered if they had water. But I couldn't drink from someone else's drink. I looked around and saw two guys at a nearby table staring at me. Our eyes met for a second and I looked away and down at the ground. I sensed them coming towards me. "Hey babe," one of the guys said to me in a kind of drunken voice. He had an accent. I guessed he was Spanish. Scared, I didn't look up. "Hey babe, I said, hey babe," he thrust himself in front of me and I looked up at him. He had kind of shiny black hair and a days growth on his beard. His jaw was angular. He was kind of wiry and not unattractive. His breath reeked of liquor. His friend came over and stood close behind my back. He was tall and a little heavy set, with short, dirty blonde hair. "Hi," I said timidly, "I've got to go." I put down the nuts in my hand and turned to walk away, when the shorter guy grabbed my upper arm. "Where are you going? I just got here. I like your jugs." His friend laughed. "You're hurting me," I said, "let me go!" "Not so fast." The big guy stood blocking the view from the rest of the bar. The one holding me turned me so I was facing him. "I think you're pretty." "Look, I really got to go. I'm sorry!" "Shut up," he said and with his free hand he grabbed my left breast. "NO!" I yelled, but the music was so loud no one could hear me. He put his hand down through the top of my dress and grabbed onto my breast through my bra. His friend pushed against me from behind and suddenly I felt him pinching my bottom. It was right on one of the sores and I let out a scream. I yelled to the guy fondling me, "here take this!," and handed him the pad. He took his hand out of my dress and took the pad. I broke free of the two of them and half ran and half walked toward the door. They started pursuing me, but the crowd slowed them down and I reached the front door and was out on the street before them. I walked briskly up the block, relieved to be away from them. Halfway up the block I heard them yelling and I turned to seem them running after me. I started to run, but it wasn't possible to go very fast in my heels and pantyhose and having to hold my dress down and they caught up to me. "What the fuck is this?" the guy asked shoving the pad at me. Then he said, "you're coming with us." I said, "no, I've got to get home!" They each grabbed one of my arms and forced me to walk with them down a side street. I began shaking in fear and tears began dripping down my cheeks. ``What are you going to do to me?" Neither of them responded. End of Chapter 13. 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