Thread: A Victorian Tale... Innocence Corrupted (Silvamoon and ThomasWaller)

Wesley found it an easy task to arrange the marriage at Randal House. Lady Beauchamp, Mrs. Barlowe and the two lovers all firmly pushed towards the same end the mothers for the sake of prestige and the couple towards marital bliss. Weaved throughout the planning was Smither's insistance that the newlyweds rent one of his apartments in London. The mothers wanted their children to stay in Grandgate, and David and Josie hoped to begin farming in the area. With the mothers he argued that in London, he could find David suitable employment until he began his agricultural pursuits but more pointedly, Smithers would introduce him to the right sort of people. With the Beaushamp name and the Barlowe resources, he could make them the new have to meet couple among polite society. With the lovers he argued that David and Josie would, through connection with the gentry, hear of estates and grand farms going up for sale. There were many names and houses in the same situation as the Beauchamps and it was the gentry who knew of these possibilities well before the estates went on the auction block. They were to attend the theatre, take visitors and enjoy an extended honeymoon in a nice flat which he owned 23 Tarrington Circle, the right sort of place with two serving maids and a gentleman's gentleman already tending the residence. He knew it was expensive but Mrs. Barlowe readily agreed to support the couple as they got their feet under themselves. Smithers did indeed feel smug and self satisfied. The trap was baited and set, all things in alignment and he had merely to spring the trip wire. That he did on Josie and David's wedding night. The ceremony and reception were grand yet tasteful, anyone who was anyone within the town and environs were invited businessmen from Barlowe's side and peers of the Beauchamp circle. Henry Barlowe, consulted on nothing, but completely bullied by his wife, had spent a dizzying sum on the affair. David and Josie, were beside themselves with love and future expectations a new life together, freedom to enjoy each other. Like many young lovers once the damn of sexual restraint had been burst, they could not get enough of each other. In the bowers of the woods they soon discovered oral sex and varying positions, fucking constantly and bringing about the most possiblle pleasure for each other. The best of lovers do seek their partner's satisfaction and it was so for them. They resolved to tell each other, show each other everything. It had been their practice in childhood and they wanted to carry it over into their intimate sexual life. Both of them were solitary and pensive by nature and all their sharing and intimacies were between themselves but all the deeper for that very reason. They also possessed the intelligence required for truly outstanding sexual relations. When the scarecrow was not busy arranging his foul plan, he practiced the voyeur and spied on the couple time and again in their most private of moments. He would crouch or lie and masturbate, making himself promises to participate when he had them under his control. He gladly watched the lovers teach themselves erotic love. He watched David bury his face between Josie's legs and her writhing twisting climax under his tonguing. He watched as Josie took David's cock in her mouth for the first time and sucked him to completion. They fucked with Josie on all fours. They fucked with Josie riding David's cock. They fucked standing. They fucked in the spooning position. They pushed and challenged each other to greater and greater heights of lust and passion. On that fateful night of their wedding the pair retired to their chambers as soon as they deemed it appropriate and carried the night into dawn with their sexual exploits. Recovering from their multiple climaxes by fondling each other and talking in hot whispers of their boundless future and their proposed life in London. The wedding guests filed out relatively quickly the pair retired. Lady Beachamp needed to put her addled husband to bed. He had no cognizance of the import of the day but enjoyed the claret that he was allowed and kissed David warmly. David was his sole joy and companion. The only with whom he made any real connection. Smithers took Henry Barlowe by the elbow as he was about to leave Randal House and escorted him into the library, he signalled for Mrs. Barlowe to follow. He sat them down on a chaise lounge and he behind the large oaken desk. I have a story. Imagine there was a young couple, newly married like Josie and David this day. They had none of the monies, none of the connecctions, indeed no prospects whatsoever. But, they too were in love and both were shrewd and ambitious. Imagine that they were from this parish, and, through her sister they arranged to take positions in a grand house in Manchester. Henry and Kathleen Barlowe turned ashen and she clutched his hand in dread. Now imagine that the head of the household was a tyrant, mistreating and withholding monies from his household employees. One of the new industrialists he had unending capital but was niggardly and churlish just from habit. Wouldn't his servants detest the man and might they not even seek to exact revenge. Imagine further that three of these servants concocted a plan to kidnap the man's child and demand a ransom that would allow the three of them freedom from the monster and a chance to undertake an opportunity of their own. You must needs know the man to understand this enterprise against him. Now, imagine the payment of the ransom turned tragic. That the man handed over the satchel of money in the assigned darkness of the woods, but then struck out at the masked collector with his heavy cane, that a deadly fight ensued, that the kidnappers mask was ripped away, That the recognition caused a more violent battle. Imagine that finally the kidnapper bashed the master's head in with his own cane. Now imagine that our couple fled with all the monies paid by the murdered man, the murdered RED HAIRED man. And they fled also with both the ransom and thekidnapped daughter. They returned to this very parish, to Grandgare. There they prospered handsomely, brilliantly. Imagine that the two other kidnappers in Manchester, discovered their whereabouts five years ago and that the now wealthy man paid them large sums of money each quarter. Would it not be simple for a clever man with a solicitor to trace bank drafts and monies sent? Would it not be a simple thing to find these accomplices who were as fearful of hanging themselves for the deed as was the murderer. Just imagine the ramifications if the story came out. If their daughter, newly married finally understood the source of her fine red hair. I will contact you from London Henry and Kathleen Barlowe, with instructions. Now I am tired and need to retire.....