Steps to Depravity -

Authors Note: This is a multi-part story that starts with a slow burn. The action will gradually pick up more and more and the story progresses, but I wanted to really paint a picture before that happened. I really hope you enjoy it!

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Charlotte Thompson finished clearing off the table from breakfast. Her husband,

James, had left for work earlier this morning, and her two seven-year-old twin boys, Luke and Matthew had just finished eating and were getting ready for school. Like every school day morning, she knew she would soon have to go into their bedroom to ensure that they were in fact getting ready, and not horsing around.

As she rinsed off the dishes, and loaded the dishwasher, she reflected on her daily routine. Every day was pretty much the same. Nothing really broke out of the normal chores of feeding her family, dropping off/picking up the kids from school, running errands, and cleaning the house. It wasn't a very exciting life, but Charlotte didn't mind much. She did enjoy the weekends, when she could spend time with her husband a bit more and attend church functions on Sunday.

Charlotte finished in the kitchen, and then went into her bedroom to get her keys to the BMW. She did a quick check in the mirror to make sure she looked ok for school drop-off. She just turned 30, but she thought she could still pass off as a 23 year-old. At 5'5", she still was in great shape. Charlotte hadn't lost her busty figure after childbirth, like some of her friends did, but it did add some curves to her hips. She had long wavy, brunette hair that made her green eyes stand out. She constantly got compliments on them by complete strangers. She did a double-check of her outfit, and it was the typical suburban mom uniform, black Lululemon workout pants, oversized gray sweatshirt, that did a poor job of hiding the size of her breasts, and a pair of Nikes. She grabbed her purse and the car keys, and headed out. She yelled to the boys to meet her in the car when they were ready.

She left the house, and walked out to her car which was sitting in the driveway. James typically parked his car inside the garage. Even though it was a two-car garage, there wasn't enough room for her car in there due to the amount of lawn equipment that they had. It was a beautiful, warm sunny day in the suburbs, even though it was not even May yet..

"Hi Charlotte!" yelled a voice from the neighbor's driveway.

Charlotte looked over and saw her neighbor Leo Webster standing in his driveway with a cup of coffee. Leo and his wife, Helen, were both in their 60s, and the stereotypical nosey neighbors. Charlotte noticed that Leo was alone outside. Helen must still be in their house getting ready for the day.

If she had to guess, Leo was making an excuse to be out there just so he could see Charlotte as she left to take the kids to school. Leo made her a bit uncomfortable at times. Any time that they were at any gathering where Leo was there, he seemed to always pay a little bit of extra attention towards Charlotte. He always found an excuse to come and talk to her, usually about the most banal topics. Oftentimes, Charlotte has caught him staring at her when he thought she didn't see him, and whenever he could find the opportunity, he would put his arm on her shoulder or waist in a feigned friendly gesture. Even though it creeped Charlotte out a bit, she had to admit, it was nice to be admired. She just dismissed him as a harmless, dirty older man.

"Hi Leo." Charlotte responded, and waved. She continued to walk towards her car hoping to avoid any further conversation.

Leo used the opportunity to walk over, Charlotte rolled her eyes as she began to get into her car. "Hey, did you see that the village is thinking about putting up a stop sign at the intersection of the Elm on our cul-de-sac? We just have to show support and go to the village meeting when they bring it up. Are you interested in going? It's Tuesday." Leo asked before she could close her door.

Charlotte had absolutely no opinion on a stop sign, but she was annoyingly polite. "Um, sure. I can go to the meeting. Just text me the details." she said.

"Oh that's great!" Leo exclaimed. "You know, let's just save some gas, and we can go together. I can drive." Charlotte noticed as he was talking, his eyes kept wandering down to look at her breasts.

"Ok, sounds good." Charlotte responded and then shut her car door. Leo waved, and walked back to his home.

Finally the twins came out, ready to go to school. They jumped in the back seat of the car, and buckled up.

"Are we ready?" Charlotte asked the boys. They enthusiastically nodded, and Charlotte pulled out of the driveway and headed to drop them off at school

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Charlotte dropped the boys off without any issue and drove off to start to run her errands for the day. First she needed to run to Target, and then to the grocery store. Maybe if she had some time, she could get a much needed pedicure.

Her thoughts were interrupted when her phone started ringing. She checked her display screen on her dash, and it showed that James was calling her. "I wonder what this is about?" Charlotte thought. "He typically doesn't call me when he's at work."

"Hi hon!" Charlotte said happily.

Without even saying "Hello", James angrily asked, "Did you forget to pack my lunch?"

Charlotte continued driving, while trying to think. She was sure she made it, but did she set his lunch out so he wouldn't miss it?

"Tell you what, I'll answer the question. No you didn't!" James yelled. "Now what am I supposed to do? I'm super busy at work, and I don't have time to go out and have a nice sit-down lunch like you probably do every day! I have to work! Goddamnit, I hate when you are this stupid!"

Charlotte was stunned. She always hated it when James lost his temper. She especially hated it when he cursed. He was a God-fearing man, but when he was angry, he often took the Lord's name in vain. "I'm so sorry. I thought I set it out, but I must be mis-remembering. I'll turn right around and get your lunch. I'll hurry to your office to make sure you have it by noon." Charlotte said, practically in tears.

"Fine." James said, and hung up without even saying goodbye.

Charlotte was flustered by the sudden phone call, and James' anger. She was headed the opposite way of her house, so she decided to make an illegal u-turn in the middle of the road.

In her haste, she didn't check for oncoming traffic, and she did not notice the semi-truck speeding in the opposite direction.

Charlotte saw the oncoming semi entirely too late. She screamed right before impact, and everything went black.

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Charlotte was at what she assumed was a high school football field, watching a game. She looked at the teams playing, and had a moment of recollection. This was her high school, the Central Point Indians playing their rivals, the Lake Community Lions. She remembered this game. This was her Senior year Homecoming game over 12 years ago. The game was being played, but she was more interested in what was going on at the sidelines. She looked over and saw herself, an 18 year-old cheerleader, performing routines for the team, and especially for her quarterback boyfriend, Shane. She knew she was dreaming, but it was a pleasant dream.

Time in the dream jumped. Now it was the next day, after the Homecoming Dance. Her and Shane were in the back of his Chevy Malibu. They were parked behind an abandoned grocery store for privacy. They had been making out for quite some time. Shane finally got the courage to put his hand inside Charlotte's dress to feel her breast. Charlotte was feeling naughty, and she allowed it. It was the first time that anyone but herself had felt her rapidly developing breasts. Shane was her first real boyfriend, and they had been dating since early summer, so she felt it was time. She realized that she loved him.

Shane became very excited when he realized that she wasn't going to stop him this time. He continued to fondle her breast, and decided to press his luck. With his other hand, he attempted to reach under her dress towards her panties.

"No! That's enough, Shane! I don't want to go too far." Charlotte yelled.

Reluctantly, Shane stopped his pursuit. He tried to continue to fondle Charlotte's tits, but she had lost the mood.

Even though it was a dream, Charlotte remembered this like it was yesterday. It was her first sexual experience, and Shane ended up breaking up with her the next day. She was devastated. Maybe she should have let him go a little farther that night.

Time in the dream jumped again. Now Charlotte saw herself in college. Junior year. Even though it was a primarily Christian university, Charlotte was drunk and in a room with a boy. Both of which were frowned upon at her school. She had taken a liking to the boy at a party that they were at that night. They ended up kissing soon after meeting each other. When he asked her to come back to his room so he could show her his CD collection, her naivety got the best of her, and she agreed. As soon as they got to the room, the boy, who's name she couldn't even remember now, was all over her. At first she willingly made out with him on the couch, but as time progressed, he got more and more forward. She constantly tried to fend him off, but it kept getting harder and harder to repel him over the course of the night. With her defenses impaired from the alcohol, he did manage to finally get his hand into her jeans, and after some effort, he slipped his finger into her vagina. The shock of the invasion startled Charlotte, but she didn't protest. It was the first time she had anything inserted into her private area besides a tampon. As he worked his finger on her clit, she started to moan. She had never felt anything so pleasurable.

Charlotte came back to her senses when she heard the boy unzipping his pants. She opened her eyes, and saw that he had pulled his pants down to his knees, and was positioning his fully erect penis above her waist, while trying to pull down her jeans.

"Wait, wait, wait." Charlotte pleaded. She had always planned on saving herself for marriage. With this newfound pleasure, she was afraid she might give in if she let this go on any further. She had to do something. She reached down and grabbed his penis and began to stroke it.

The boy let out a soft whimper, and Charlotte began to stroke faster. She wanted to relieve him so he wouldn't have the desire to go any further with her. As she saw the pleasure in his face, she stroked harder and faster.

"Ugh!" the boy grunted, and then began to shoot streams of cum all over Charlotte's blouse. He collapsed in a heap next to her, exhausted. When he fell asleep, Charlotte quickly made her way out of the room.

Another time jump. Now Charlotte saw a series of scenes with her and her husband, James. It was the wedding night. Charlotte had maintained her innocence until marriage, like she planned, and was excited to share the experience of losing her virginity with the man she loved. However, the sex she experienced on her that night wasn't the pleasurable experience that she had imagined. In fact, it kind of hurt, and James was not very gentile. When he was finished, he quickly fell asleep as Charlotte laid there bleeding in bed.

Another scene appeared, Charlotte and James were laying in bed, and she asked him if he could "kiss her down there". James responded that it was gross to put his mouth where she urinates from, even though he required her to put her mouth on his member often.

Charlotte then saw herself in their bathroom, furiously masturbating. She remembers it being the most pleasure she had gotten since getting married, and the shame she felt afterwards from the sinful act.

As Charlotte watched herself in the dream, crying on the bathroom floor in shame, she began to question her life. Over the past 12 years, she had fallen into a monotonous routine, with a less than caring husband. She remembered all of the boys that always showed interest in her in both high school and college. Hell, even now, there are men and boys, and even some women that have shown interest in her.

She suddenly began to wonder if she had been wasting her life.

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Charlotte felt as if she was waking from a deep sleep. She was becoming aware of her surroundings, but she still didn't open her eyes. She heard voices around her, all involved in various conversations. Plus she heard a beeping sound that was unfamiliar to her. "Did I fall asleep on the couch?" Charlotte thought to herself. "Why are there so many people here?" The room didn't smell like her home. It had the sterile smell of antiseptic. She realized she was in bed, but it didn't feel like her bed. "Where am I?" Charlotte continued to think to herself.

Slowly she began to open her eyes. The bright fluorescent lights of the bright white room were blinding, so she could only squint. She heard the voices stop their conversations and collectively gasp. "She's waking up!" an unfamiliar voice yelled.

Charlotte finally managed to fully open her eyes and realized she was in a foreign room surrounded by a number of people, some of those she recognized, and some of which she didn't. Almost instantly after opening her eyes, her mother leaned in and hugged her tightly.

As her mother hugged her, Charlotte realized that she was in intense pain, and cried out. A woman that Charlotte realized was a nurse asked her mother to move, and then began to administer some type of drug into the IV drip that was currently connected to Charlotte.

Now Charlotte realized that she was in a hospital. Something must have happened, but she was unsure what. Gathering enough energy to speak, Charlotte managed to say "What happened?" in a quiet, strained voice.

"Oh dear, you were in a terrible accident." her mother explained. "We're not quite sure what happened, but you were t-boned by a semi. You've been in a coma for the past three weeks! It's by God's grace that you are alive!"

Charlotte was in shock as she processed this news. She couldn't even respond. She struggled to remember what happened that day of the accident.

"Oh my God!" Charlotte heard someone yelling as they ran into the room. She recognized the voice as her husband James. He ran to the bed, and hugged Charlotte as hard as he could. Again the pain from the contact made her wince, although not as bad as before. The drug that the nurse had administered must be taking effect. "I thought I was going to lose you!" her husband cried as he continued to hold her.

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask everyone to leave. Mrs. Thompson needs her rest so she can heal." the nurse explained. Everyone in the room said their goodbyes, and proceeded to exit the room.

Charlotte laid there in silence and began to concentrate. When James hugged her, it triggered her memories prior to the accident. She remembered the phone call from her husband, and how it had inadvertently caused the accident. She also remembered her vivid dreams while she was in her coma.

As she laid in the room, alone with her thoughts, she began a reflection on her life. A life she came very close to losing. A feeling that she had buried deep down for years was beginning to surface. It was an unfamiliar feeling. It was a feeling of unhappiness.

Without warning, Charlotte began to cry.

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After a week of recuperating in the hospital, Charlotte was finally discharged. Even though she was a little sore, her cuts and bruises were healing nicely. She had a few broken bones, including a few ribs and her left arm, which was now in a soft cast, but miraculously she had no permanent damage.

James drove her home, and the twins were there to greet her with her mother-in-law, who was watching them. "Mom! Welcome home!", both of her sons cried in unison as they came and hugged her. She hugged them back. James didn't bring them to the visit much thinking that they would not want to see their mother in the hospital.

"I've made a casserole. It's in the fridge. All you have to do is re-heat it." her mother-in-law said.

"Mom, do you think it'd be ok if you took the boys to your place tonight to watch them? I just want to give Charlotte some more time to recoup at home." James asked.

"Sure, honey.' his mother responded.

Charlotte was saddened by this. James had not discussed the boys not being there tonight, and she would have liked to spend some time with them. But she kept silent.

Her mother-in-law proceeded to pack some clothes for the boys, and they said their goodbyes and left. James carried Charlotte's bag into the bedroom while she sat on the couch. She turned on the TV and began to finally relax in the comfort of her own home.

"Can you heat up that casserole that my mom made?" James yelled from the bedroom.

Charlotte was upset by this request. She was not home more than 15 minutes from the hospital, and she was already being expected to fall into her normal routines of taking care of everybody. She kept quiet, however. She groaned in slight pain as she stood from the couch, and made her way to the kitchen. She found the casserole and put it in the oven to cook.

"Charlotte, can you come into the bedroom?" James yelled again.

She closed her eyes in frustration. She just wanted some time to herself and possibly get some sleep, especially when the twins weren't here. But she made her way to the bedroom to see what James needed.

When she got there, she saw that James had not unpacked her bag yet. Maybe he was calling in there to ask where her things went, but she was wrong.

"Uh, honey." James began. "You know, you were in the hospital for quite some time. And even before that, we didn't have much alone time together as man and wife. And as you know, I firmly believe masturbation is a sin, so I don't do it. Now that you're home, I really need you to fulfill my needs right now."

Charlotte was flabbergasted. Having sex was the furthest thing on her mind right now. "Um. I'm not so sure about that." she explained. "The doctors said I need rest. I'm still in some pain."

"Oh, the doctor's are just being overly precautious." James said while starting to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

"But I'm still in some pain." Charlotte pleaded.

"It'll be fine. You won't have to do anything but lay there. He now completely removed his pants and underwear Obviously having sex wasn't up for debate in James' mind. He sternly guided her to the bed, and forced her to lay down. He began to lower her athletic pants that she wore home from the hospital. James didn't even completely remove them, just lowering them to her ankles as he began to climb on top of her. As he drew closer, she noticed that his penis was already fully erect, as he spread her legs apart for easier access.

"Honey, I'm really not in the--" Charlotte began but was interrupted as James abruptly plunged his penis into her.

Charlotte felt absolutely no pleasure. In fact, this lovemaking session was more painful than anything else. James' weight was on top of her which triggered pain from all of her sustained injuries. He began to pump his hips with no regard to Charlotte. She could do nothing but lay there in fear that if she moved at all the pain would become excruciating. Tears began to form in Charlotte's eyes and James continued his assault.

The only saving grace was that it had been quite some time since they had last had sex, so James would not be able to hold out for long. Charlotte held back her tears, and gritted her teeth in agony. Quickly, James ceased his movements and stiffened up. Charlotte felt the warm sensation of James beginning to ejaculate inside of her.