Thread: The Ward... A Victorian RP  (SHARPii & ThomasWaller)

Having decided on the venture, William warmed to the idea. To abuse and corrupt a spirited virgin appealed to both his basser instincts and to his vanity. A tall and striking figure of a man, The Viscount prided himself on his dark brooding looks and the ease with which he seduced women. His need to dominate and abuse was indeed satisfied at the Hell Fire Club but, to actually own a young girl, to have her at his mercy, at his beck and call, was a temptation he could not resist. He was now anxious to see Estella and begin the lewd undertaking. He sent Carlton to deliver his answer and to have the coach and four prepared for a trip to the Chichester Academy for young ladies. The academy was but an hour and a halfs drive still, the rough country roads made it an uncomfortable trip. Goren his man rode with him in the carriage and every time they jostled together William cursed both Goren and the coachman for clumsy oafs. William began to fondle his own cock working the head back and forth in his fist. He treated the mountainous man, Goren, as if he did not exist. He played with himself as if he were alone and in his own bed. Goren had seen much worse from the master and seemed not to notice. Finally the coach, drew to a stop and the Viscount drew back the heavy fringed curtain with the end of his cane. He sucked in a lungful of air when he saw her. She was a stunning creature with long tendrils of golden hair and the face of an angel. Her bodice rose and fell deliciously. She was obviously annoyed frustrated, agitated. Oh, you have no idea my little cunt. Impatient are we? Youll be sobbing to return to the Chichester Academy in no time. He spoke in a half whisper, with a gravely throaty voice. Goren was the only one to hear this and to see William give his trouser-covered cock a couple of final yanks. William flung open the carriage door and strode up to the three women in deliberate haste. Goren stumbled to keep up. Im here for Miss Estella Ballantrae. Which one of you is Estella Ballantrae. Estellas two attendants were obviously servant class and dowdily dressed. He wanted to begin their relationship with an insult, to rouse her to even more ire. Estella sprang to her feet in a pique of temper and began to rail at William. He spun on his heels and marched back to the carriage. Over his shoulder he tossed. Your aunt sent me to retrieve you. It was on my way and I deigned to do the favour. Come, come, move. He shut himself in the coach but observed the ensuing scene with intense interest, through a chink in the curtains. What a beauty. So fiery, so young, oh so young. A cruel leer spread over his face. Estella began shouting at everyone, the two women attending her, Goren, even the coachman. She grasped the leather handle of her trunk and attempted to pull her belongings back inside the doors of the school. The two women servants sprung into action and barred the door with their bodies. They would have none of Estella returning to them. They were as bound to rid themselves of her as William was to ensnare her. Goren stood there like a statue, having no idea on how to proceed in such a situation. Estella was now pummeling the servants and calling them names that surprised even Viscount William. She worked herself into quite a state, bright red from rage, her hat sat askew on her head and she began kicking out at anyone who had the audacity to come near. William popped his head out of the carriage door. Pick her up you idiot and throw her over your shoulder. Toss her in here and lets be off. Goren, a gigantic blacksmith of a man did as he was told. Estella drummed on his back and fluttered her legs to little avail. What about her trunk. Goren asked walking as if unencumbered. Leave her trunk you fool. What do I care about her trunk? William held the door wide and Goren deposited the girl, thump, on her posterior. He stepped up into the coach himself and whistled to the driver. The carriage sped off and the affair was accomplished.