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update oct 14 - 2011

Another Mattwatt stories

WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.

Mmm/f, nc, humil, bdsm, rough

After The Rage
By Mattwatt

A Story of Rape and Revenge
(Author's note: This story was prompted by a photo that I came across on the web.)

Carlotta Immanuelito worked late that Tuesday. If she hadn't it might have all been different, but with fate in charge, it might not have. It's a toss up. She closed down and headed out for her car in the garage and a late dinner before home, tv and bed.

She worked as an assistant accountant and was pleased with her job. But then Carlotta was simply pleased. She had a green card, and would tell anyone who was interested that she did and was working, legally, toward citizenship in her adopted country.

She fashioned herself as a 'career woman' and was not looking constantly for romance. She kept to herself but for a few 'friends' among the women with whom she worked.

She had lovely dark hair and a very pleasing figure, that ran a little to plump but she frequently exercises to keep the 'plumpness' under control.

She took the short walk to the garage and ascended to the third level, where her car was. Her mind was occupied with thoughts about where exactly she'd have her dinner that night. It was as she was engrossed in thinking about dinner, when she heard the first call:

"Chica! Hey, Chica!"

It startled her and she turned to see two guys walking toward her across the almost empty garage.

Then came the second call: "Hey, bitch! We're talking to you!"

She looked at the approaching guys in a panic and then her head swiveled around and saw that her car was going to be too far away for her to get there, get it unlocked and started before they caught up with her. She made and instant decision and began to sprint toward the other exit ramp, as fast as her extremely high heeled black shoes would allow.

"Don't run, honey," One of them said, as they continued to pursue her but didn't run themselves.

She was looking frantically over her shoulder at them, advancing on them but she knew that she'd make the exit ramp before they did. She began to hope. It was then that she head the other voices:

"Where you going in such a hurry, bitch?"

Her head now swiveled around to the front, where she saw two more of them coming up the exit ramp that she had been aiming for. She tried to change her direction. The only thing that she could think of now was indeed her car and she tried to move in that direction.

The two who'd been behind her had her cut off. The other two, the two who'd come up in front of her, up the exit ramp, were almost on her. In her panic she didn't know what to do at all.

Then they had her surrounded. She looked at the grinning, leering faces frantically.

"What?" she said and only managed, beside that one word, another word: "Please?"

"Please?" a voice said, "Please, what, momma?"

She just shook her head 'no', not knowing, in her fear and panic, what she was even doing.

One of them slapped her face. It stopped her and focused all her thoughts.

"Please?" the voice said again. "Do you mean, 'please fuck me?', or 'please let me suck your cocks?' Is that it, momma? Is that what the please means?"

She just looked at them owl eyed. The one who'd done it before, slapped her face again.

"Answer us, you fuck!" he growled.

"No!" she whispered.

"No what?" he said.

"That's not what the 'please' means!" she said as softly.

He slapped her again; it was enough to at least prompt her:

"I don't mean 'please fuck me' or 'please let me such your cocks'," she said.

"Maybe be it's 'please hurt me?' or 'please strip me and beat my ass?'" she was asked.

"No!" she said quickly and, realizing that he was going to slap her again, went on:

"I don't mean 'please hurt me,' or 'please beat my ass'!"

"Good," came the answer, "Then we'll decide what's going to happen. You'll like that won't you?"

"No," she said softly, and he slapped her face, this time twice.

She was crying then but said obediently: "Yes, I'll like that."

"Thought so!" he said. "Now let me tell you how this is going to happen. Are you listening?"

She shook her head 'yes' and realized it was a mistake, almost immediately. He slapped her face.

"Yes," she said desperately, "I'm listening."

He pulled a knife and Carlotta involuntarily stiffened and kind of whimpered.

"Afraid bitch?" he asked, a sneer in his voice.

"Yes," she said quickly and realized that she'd made a mistake. Her fear, her anxiety prompted her to make a correction immediately:

"I mean, yes, sir! I am afraid!"

"Better be, bitch!" he growled. "What's your name?"

"It's Carlotta, sir!" she said quietly.

"Didn't hear you, cunt; want to get your face slapped again?" he yelled.

"No,sir," she said quickly, tears running down her face, "I don't want to get my face slapped again."

"Then listen," he said ominously. "Here's the plan. If you don't cooperate; if you're not our good little girl, doing what she's told and asking, asking very politely for the goodies that she wants, know what'll happen?"

"No, sir," she barely choked out between her sobs, "I don't know what'll happen."

"Then I'm going to take your right nipple home with me! That's what'll happen," he said with quiet menace.

Carlotta began to cry. Through her tears, she said softly but clearly:

"I will behave, sir, sirs! What you tell me to do, I'll do. I'll ask, nicely, politely for the goodies; I promise!"

"Good," said, and pulled the crying woman into a kiss.

She flinched, involuntarily but obviously. He reacted immediately. Before Carlotta even know what was going to happen, one of them grabbed her by the arms and held her and the speaker punched her in the stomach. They let her collapse.

Then they hauled her up, still winded and struggling for breath and he punched her again. This time, they let her lie there.

One of them put his shoe on the side of her face. The speaker bent down and said to her, his face immediately in front of hers:

"Want to get hurt more, do we? What about that promise you just made, bitch?"

"I meant it," she struggled to say. "Please let me show you; please. I'll ask so nicely for the goodies! You'll see."

"Good," he said, "Up then. Kiss, Carlotta!"

This time she made sure that she was ready; the fear, total fear was driving her. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him like it was their honeymoon night. As they kissed, someone was playing with her ass cheeks through her skirt. She moved her ass ever so slightly, to, hopefully encourage what was happening.

The kiss broke and he was smiling: "Better, our Carlotta, better."

"Thank you, sir," she said.

One touched her shoulder then and she knew what had to be done. The kiss, passionate as ever, was repeated with all three of the others there. It left her a little out of breath, when she was finished with the kisses.

They were all smiling, when the round of kisses was finished.

"Now, Carlotta," he said to her, his hand stroking her face idly, which caused her to flinch and him to chuckle, "I want you to tell us, very nicely, very politely, that you want to play. Understand, Chica?"

"Oh, yes, sir," She said, "I understand." She then launched into what she hoped would be what they wanted:

"Sirs," she began, "Since our fortuitous meeting here . . ."

"Fortuitous! Fuck!" one said and the leader cut him off:

"Shut it, fuck head; the lady's talking!"

"Since our fortuitous meeting here," she began again, "I thought it might be nice, pleasant, if we took a little time to play, maybe some nice games, passionate games; I hope I'm not being too forward in this, sirs."

They laughed and clapped. The leader leaned in for a kiss and after an initial flinch, Carlotta pressed her lips to his.

"Very nice, girl!" he said. "Now I think that you should ask us, again very nicely, very politely, if you might strip for us."

"Oh, yes, sir," Carlotta said, beginning to almost shake, and knowing full well what was going to happen.

"Sirs," she began again, "It might help our time together, the playing that we're going to enjoy, if I were to maybe take off some of my clothes. Would that be okay? Would you mind terribly?"

"Good idea, Carlotta, honey," one of them said with a snicker.

"Do it!" the leader said then.

This time she didn't hesitate. She already knew full well, what would happen, were she to hesitate to do any of these things. In the back of her mind there was a kind of hope of getting away but she couldn't see it. She couldn't reach her car, and they were too far away in this garage to get away or attract, at this time, any attention. The only thing around, apart from her lonely car, was a kind of metal truck used to transport chairs. She knew she had to go through with this and hope for the best.

She began, amid their leering stares, to unbutton her blouse. She tried to project a smile for them, as she got it unbuttoned and spread it wide. She made a little show of it, and that seemed to please them. She held the sides of the blouse out wide, showing, in the process, her flat stomach and a lovely beige, lacy bra. It showed off her large breasts quite well, and also showed her nipples poking against the material of the bra.

"Sexy, Carlotta!" one said, and the others agreed.

She had the blouse off now and, after saying a quick 'thank you', looked at them for direction.

"Put it into your car," the leader said, "Back seat."

He had her keys and with the remote, opened the locks of the car. She walked across the garage to the car, trying to swing her hips for them as she went.

"Nice ass, Carlotta!" one said.

She stopped and turned to say another 'thank you' for the comment.

The thought crossed her mind that if she were going to 'get away', it would have to be on a trip to the car, if they intended to send her to the car with every article of clothing. She was pretty much afraid to try, however.

She kind of sauntered back to where they were waiting for her, and then stood waiting for directions.

"What do you think, Carlotta?" a voice asked, "Skirt next or bra next?"

"I think," she said softly, "That what is next is for you to decide and I will do what you wish."

"Good girl!" the leader said, and then said to her: "Skirt!"

The one word command was enough. Carlotta, her face really red now from the embarrassment, reached for the zipper of her skirt and let it flutter to the ground. She turned a bit, showing them her ass, hoping it would please them, and bent over to pick up the skirt.

"Nice, nice ass!" was the general comment, when she was in the process of lowering the skirt and bending to retrieve it.

She held the skirt out and looked at them for instructions.

"Car!" the voice said.

Carlotta went to the car again, causing the same kind of stir among them that she had previously. She was still too afraid to make a break for it, and so sauntered back to where they were waiting.

"Turn, show!" the leader said, when she was back.

She began to turn, as she was told. Another voice broke in and said: "Arms and hands up in the air."

She complied with this demand too.

"Let's get basic here," the leader said, "Panties and bra off!"

She hesitated a fraction of a second and she saw him begin to react and quickly took off her bra, to their obvious delight, and then skimmed the panties down her legs and off.

"Car!" she was told and she went to comply.

Then came the unplanned moment. She forever after couldn't understand why she waited until she was naked except for her shoes but she didn't think about doing it at the time, she just did it.

They were watching her turn to come back to them and she broke to the right, sprinting for the ramp down and out of the garage. There was a few seconds of hope, when she realized that she'd taken them by surprise. But the hope lived a short life and died fast, as they, with a corporate yell, began to chase her.

They caught her of course, over by the wall to the garage ramp, near the old green metal chair cart. She shrieked and was crying immediately from frustration, as a hand grabbed her by the hair and stopped her progress of running away.

"Cunt!" the leader said, slapping Carlotta's face three times.

Arms grabbed her from behind and, before she had a chance to be ready for it, she was punched in the stomach again and sunk to the ground. They left her there this time.

"Stay there, cunt!" the leader said, and looking up, Carlotta saw them take small black tubes out of their pockets.

She moaned and 'oh no', when she saw that by flicking the tubes they turned into long thin rods.

"Oh, yes, Carlotta," the leader said.

"You fuck with us and we'll fuck with you; by the time we're done here you'll want to beg us to fuck you, beg us to stick our cocks in your mouth!"

"Please!" Carlotta whined but got only a "Shut the fuck up!" from him in return and she was quiet.

Then the world exploded. The first blow from the evil looking black sticks landed on Carlotta's thigh, leaving an ugly red mark. She jumped and screamed.

"Shut her the fuck up," the leader growled, and one of the others retrieved a bandana from his pocket and gagged

Carlotta's mouth with it.

Her eyes, as he tied the bandana around her mouth were as wide as owl eyes, the terror was on her. Her attempt at running away had been, in the last analysis, by instinct and now she knew she'd pay for the try. She shrieked against the bandana that was binding her mouth, as more of the four of them began to hit her about the side of her ass and her thighs with their ugly black weapons.

The beating went on for many minutes, unrelieved. Carlotta slowly lapsed into a kind of almost comatose state of terror and pain.

"You're gonna behave now, Carlotta?" the leader asked.

She shook her head 'yes' immediately and fervently.

"You're gonna ask to suck our cocks?" he asked then.

Again the 'yes' indication was total and immediate.

"You're gonna let us fuck you Carlotta?" he asked.

On each of these occasions, as he asked her his questions, they, for emphasis, landed blows from their weapons on her ass, thighs and her tits and nipples.

She eagerly shook her head 'yes' again, in answer to his question.

"Any hole we want?" he asked then.

Carlotta's head wagged a further 'yes'.

"I thought so," he said, lashing out with his black rod and leaving a large welt on the side of her ass cheeks.

Finally, she gave in to the pain totally, and, as they watched, and then laughed loud and long, pissed herself, leaving a puddle on the floor of the garage building.

"Fuckin' bitch, pissed herself," one of them said.

Carlotta only cried bitterly against the gag in her mouth.

"Time now, Carlotta," the leader said, removing now the gag from her mouth.

"Thank you," she said right away, and they laughed about her being polite with them.

"Ask now, Carlotta," he said, "Ask politely or the ass kicking continues."

She went on, as she knew she had to: "May I, would you let me, give you blow jobs?" she asked politely.

"You mean our girl Carlotta's a cock sucker and wants to show us how she does it?" one asked.

"Yes, sir," she said, "I am; I am a cocksucker and wish to show you. Please."

"Okay," the leader said, "If that's what you want."

"It is!" she assured them and they move in on her.

"Good," the leader said,"Then I want you to ask each of us very politely, to let you suck our cocks. Do you fuckin' understand, Carlotta?"

"Yes, sir," she immediately assured them and began right away, since one of them was already standing in front of her.

"Why, sir," she said softly, "How nice of you to pay attention to me; would you please let me suck your cock?"

"Why," he said with mock surprise, "Are you Carlotta Immanuelito, the famous cock sucker?"

"Yes, sir, I am," she said.

"Then say it, be proud of it," he said poking Carlotta, who didn't hesitate but said:

"I am, I'm Carlotta Immanuelito the famous cock sucker!"

They all got a chuckle out of that.

What happened then did not resemble so much a woman giving blow jobs, as a gang fuck of a woman's mouth.

They came at her, all four of them standing around. The cocks were of different sizes but all stiff and ready for her.

Carlotta knew that she was only so-so on giving blow jobs but she was struggling here to not keep being hurt.

They knocked her hands out of the way, growling at her to 'get her fuckin' hands behind her head'. Calatta complied with every order and immediately had her hands behind her head.

Then they fairly assaulted her mouth, holding her by the ears, by hanks of hair and forcing themselves into her throat, with her constantly gagging and drooling and making distress noises, noises which only spurred them on.

She clamped her eyes closed only to have her face slapped with the demand that she open her eyes and watch them. With tears streaming down her face, she complied with that order also. She kept her eyes wide open and watched as each prick in turn presented itself for the assault on her mouth and throat.

It was all that she could do, through this, to keep from throwing up, and they had her gagging constantly. They knew enough to back off a little when she gagged, and slowly it seemed that they were penetrating beyond her gagging.

With her mouth constantly filled this way, she was drooling spittle down her chin, until it ran down onto her chest and out to her nipples a bit.

They didn't make any movement to do her in groups at first. Each of them seemed determined to watch as another one used her mouth.

Her jaw was getting sore and the only noise that she made, or could make, during that time was a kind of muted "Uh, uh, uh, uh!"

"Like your conversation," Carlotta," one of them said, and they all laughed.

"Hey but she shouldn't be talkin' with her mouth full!" another said, with, again, laughter.

"Cunt has a usable mouth! I will say that," the latest one to fuck her face said.

Finally, finally, the fourth one came, pulling out at the last moment and cumming on her face.

"Clean it off! Eat it!" he demanded.

And the hapless woman ran her fingers along her cheek and chin and eye brow, cleaning off the cum and stuffing it in her mouth.

"Now you get to thank us, Carlotta!" the leader said.

She looked up at them; her eyes running with tears, cum stains still on her face, her mascara running down her face and said a miserable:

"Thank you very much." Then, barely more hopefully: "Can I go now?"

This elicited only laughter from the group.

"Go! Carlotta, are you a comedienne? We're not fucking finished yet!" the leader said.

"No," another voiced chimed in, "We're not finished fucking yet!"

They all laughed and she cried.

"Okay, pay attention, cunt!" the leader said, grabbing Carlotta by the hair and pulling her face up, with her straining against the pain.

"We're going to play 'Around the World with Carlotta'; you'll like that, won't you?" he asked, in a mock pleasant voice.

"Yes, sir, I will!" she said, absolutely determined to not give them any reason to get real mean again.

"Here's how it's done; each of us in turn will begin with a cock in your mouth, then we go to your pussy, then we go to your asshole and then back to your mouth! Like the plan?"

"Nooooo," she wailed and brought on herself an immediate beating.

It left her cowering in a ball on the cement floor of the building and squealing:

"Yes, yes, yes . . .'Around the World with Carlotta'; let's all play it!"

"Well, okay," the leader said, "If you insist!"

They stood back to watch as the first one approached her. He grabbed her by the hair and raised her mouth up. She opened her mouth from the pain and he fairly slammed his cock into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. She gagged.

"Gag the bitch!" one said.

"Push it down her throat!" another added.

The assaulter shoved his cock in and out of her mouth, growling at her:

"Get it wet, puta, I'm gonna use it on you, so get it wet."

With the cock in her mouth, she just nodded and added as much spit to the effort as possible. Suddenly he switched. He did it by grabbing her and wrenching her around, so that he was behind her now. He speared her with his cock in one movement, getting a mewl of surprise and pain from her but the cock was wet and slid home easily.
They were encouraging him and clapping at the performance.

"How to treat a woman!" he said, "Especially when she asks so politely for it!"

He was sawing away at her pussy now, and Carlotta was getting wet despite herself; she had, of necessity simply given herself over to whatever they were going to do to her, by this point.
He moved again, quickly and speared her ass hole now. She screeched behind the hand that had been put over her mouth.

"Fucking your ass now, Carlotta, you whore!" he said, as he came inside her ass.

"Get her now!" they were saying to him and he moved again, popping the cock out of her ass hole and pushing it again into her mouth, where he demanded that she clean him.

When he was finished, and was cleaned, he said: "Okay, Carlotta, one down three to go!"
She slumped onto the floor only to be raised again by the hair.

"Hey, puta!" the next in line said to her slumped figure, "Time for more fun! But me and my bud are gonna do a double."

He kept pulling on her hair and got her up awkwardly on her hands and knees. She gave him a bleary look. By this time she was little more than a sex doll, a toy, almost void of real life attributes, except those that they wanted to use.

"Now ask us nicely to do a double, puta!" he said shaking her head by the hank of hair.

She mumbled the slurred words: "Please do a double now; thank you!"
They laughed and said: "Anything you want, Carlotta!" And the first of them moved into place."
It was another 'grab her by the hair and stuff your cock into her mouth' thing, aiming for the throat kind of move.

She tried to ward off the gagging but wasn't allowed much time, spittle ran down her chin, as he thrashed forward and backward, fucking her face.

Then he pulled out and move around quickly to impale her pussy with his cock, getting a grunt from her.

"Like that, honey?" he asked derisively.

"Yes, . . .sir" she mumbled and they laughed.

But by now the other was standing in front of her and had her by the hair again, getting a mild groan of protest from her.

"Shut the fuck up, cunt!" he said, ramming his dick into her mouth and beginning to make the very same kinds of moves that the other one made.

They 'doubled' her that way for a number of minutes and then the one behind moved, pulling his cock out of her pussy and shoving it in her ass.

She squealed but they liked that and went on. The movement of the fucking continued until the one in her ass pulled out with a loud 'plop' and went around to stick his slimy cock in her mouth. She received it without comment, just doing what she had to do.

The second on, meanwhile made the trip behind her and began to fuck her pussy, while the first one was getting a blow job again.

They went on, with the first one cumming in her face now and then his cock was replaced with the cock of the second guy, fresh from her ass hole.

She slumped to the floor, when the second guy added his cum to the decorations on her face.

"Up, cunt and clean your face," someone said and she struggled to her knees, and used her fingers to clean off the cum on her face and lick the fingers off.

She looked around in a bleary kind of fashion and realized that one more, the last one, was standing now in front of her.

"One more, bitch," he said and maybe the party is over.

Then it was the same kind of movement, grabbing her by the hair, plunging the prick into her mouth, fucking her mouth and moving on to her pussy then her ass and then her mouth again, only he came in her mouth with his hands at the back of her head and his cock as far in as possible, causing Carlotta to chock and almost throw up.
She knelt there, when he was finished, and with a laugh, he put his foot on her shoulder and pushed her over. She was left there on her side, the wetness of her own urine under her, her only clothes at all were her black high heels.

"No use trying anything else," a voice said, "Bitch is worthless now, scraggy, dirty, lying in her own piss. Our job is done!"

She only looked at them through unfocused eyes, as she saw them swagger away toward the exit ramp, jeans low slung at thigh level, showing inches of boxers, and congratulating themselves about their 'conquest'.

Carlotta lay there and was quiet for a number of minutes, the time that it took them to get to the exit ramp.

She never knew afterwards weather it was heaven or the devil that gave her the energy for what came next. She never questioned that part of it.

They'd thrown her keys onto her supine body, before they left her.

She was suddenly active and driven by only one will, repeating over over again, out loud, "Got to!" "Got to!" "Got to!" "Got to!"

She scrambled and struggled toward the car. Her mind was focusing only narrowly but it was focused. Carlotta knew the garage. She knew the loft of the exit ramps.

She had no plan here but only moved, worked by instinct, as she reached the car.

She made no movement at all to dress herself. She simply struggled into the car and with a kind of fury, perhaps demonic, perhaps not, goading her got the car started and in motion.

The guys on the ramp, still loudly praising each other for what they'd done, only heard the car, when it entered the ramp. They had no idea of their predicament until that second, and then it was all too apparent, too late.
For here, unbelievably and surely, she was driving down the ramp at a crazy speed toward them.

They turned in time to see the car careening around the corner of the twisting ramp, and they realized that they were at a huge height, and had no where to go.

There was so little time from the moment of realization and the actual event; only one of them reacted, hopping up on the concrete rail of the exit ramp but even he, when the car careened past fell off and plunged the two stories to the ground. Miraculously he wasn't killed but did suffer a break in his spinal column, rendering him a quadriplegic.

Of the other three, two were swifter. The car got to the next, who was trying to hug the wall and, at the last moment was hopping up onto it but was caught by the fender and over he too went. The next two, running in a panic together were simply run down. There was no where to go. The world was simply and totally filled with Carlotta's fury.

She was focused only on the very narrow idea of what she was doing right then.
In the future she'd wonder at times if she were smiling as she raced down that ramp but she never remembered enough. But it was over quickly and the three were dead, one dragged down the ramp a bit by the car.

She stopped at the bottom. The place still silent and deserted. She moved like an automaton to get dressed again and, as she was getting into the car, heard the moaning.

She walked around the exit ramp structure and saw him lying. His eyes opened, as she got to him, and he whispered:

"Please help me."

She saw red, the fury returned, and just before leaving she stepped heavily on his groin, stamping her foot. She left.

EPILOGUE:
She drove slowly to her apartment, and finally was inside. She took a shower for about a half hour and then, plan in mind, began to put it into action. She never knew what gave her the clarity to do what she had to do that night but she went forward with it.

She first of all wrote a note resigning her job and claiming family troubles at home. She then wrote a note indicating that she would not extend her lease on the apartment, a furnished one. Then she packed, got all of her various clothes and things and loaded the car.

She knew clearly, as she drove, that her dream of the new country was over now, clearly over.
Carlotta drove long into the night. By morning, after stopping only briefly for a rest, she was approaching the small Mexican village that she called home.

Her Mother was pleased to see her come for a surprised visit but the pleasure turned almost instantly to concern, when she saw how Carlotta looked.

That moment was the moment when Carlotta stopped being brave, controlled and in charge. She simply went into her Momma's arms and wept her pain and her fury.

It took a long while to calm her down and get the whole story out but slowly it happened. Then her Momma went into action. The family began their long campaign to bring Carlotta back and take care of her

She contacted her brother who owned and operated a tavern in another hill town that had a modest amount of trade from tourists but was well off the beaten path.

They made a plan, once all the story was known, to have Carlotta settle down there with her uncle for a time period.

Carlotta's life entered a very quiet phase, while she began the process of trying to forget the parking garage and all the incidents that took place there.

It was in fact a number of years later that really the first seemingly related incident occurred. Carlotta was working in her Uncle's tavern on a night when three american tourists were there.

During the evening there was a modest amount of flirting going on between the guys and the pretty bar maid.
As closing time approached, Carlotta went to their table to ask if they wanted one more round. They refused.

She didn't know why she did what she in fact did next.

"Going back tonight?" she asked.

"No, staying over," they said.

With a strange look on her face, she asked if they wanted company.

"Which one?" they asked, interested but wondering.

Carlotta said slowly: "All three, I think."

She had played this over in her mind a million times. It had, over the years dimmed into a kind of a 'what if', almost in its way a game that her subconscious played on her.

Now she was doing it. She took the three of them to a place where they'd be undisturbed and went through it. She led, really directed, every step of the way:

Telling them to tell her which of her clothes to take off. Then, when she was naked except for her shoes, asking them for each act that followed.

The whole scene was played out again. When she was finished, again fairly tired but not beaten, like the last time, she even collected a hug from each of them.

When they were gone, and Carlotta was dressed, she asked herself if maybe the ghosts were gone. The answer, quick enough, was that she wasn't sure.

"Maybe next time will chase them," she whispered to herself, as she went home.

The End

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