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

Her breathing hitched as the door was knocked on and Goren announced themselves. She looked up at him, her hands clasped together. She had nail marks on her hands from when she gripped them so tightly during the carriage ride here. One of the ladies had to apply salve to it so it wouldnt open and would just heal properly without leaving too much of a scar. Estella was trying not to dig her nails into her hands. The reassuring pat was hardly reassuring. She wanted to beg him to take her away, to defy his master and just take her away so this wouldnt happen. But she couldnt find her voice once again and it was astonishing to her as it might be to someone else. Her body started to shake when they were given access to come in. She walked in first and then stood right there, watching William as he set himself up in a chair. He was clearly ready for bed and she suddenly felt very overdressed. She knew what was coming. She could feel it deep in her gut. The room was large, a lot of space and here this man was, in the center of it sitting in a chair and waiting for her. It brought her even more dread when he announced that Goren would not be leaving the room but staying. She didnt chance to look back. She only hoped that he didnt actually watch. A squeak came out of her when he grabbed her and Estella watched with furious eyes, steady yet obvious angry breathing and almost daggers in her eyes as well as he regarded her so shrewdly, laying her offenses against her. When he asked her if it was any wonder that her aunt would do this to her, she felt her insides constrict. Her earlier woes came back to her and if it werent for how his legs were on either side of her own, keeping her tightly in place between them, her knees would have buckled and she would have broken completely. He was saying she deserved this. He was saying that everyone thought she deserved this. This was her fate. Her crassness, her bad attitude and her snobbish attitude as well as intelligible and smart mouth apparently got her nowhere but this. It was worse than any kind of expulsion. It was fear. He was playing into her fear. A gasp came from her and the moment she felt him tug a tie she tried to escape. She knew Goren would stop her but it was worth a shot, an instinct reaction when she felt herself being undressed to a man she didnt want to be undressed by. She looked up at Goren, almost whimpering, her eyes wet and pleading. He didnt. He just handed her back. She breathed faster now. It was all coming into place. This was going to happen and she couldnt stop it one bit. She knew he said that fighting him only made it worse for her, better for him, but she didnt want to. She couldnt help to fight him. It was gut reaction, pure instinct and if she could just hit him where it really hurt to make him see reason Swallowing hard, she sniffled, trying to keep a steady rhythm on her breathing. She didnt even try to stop him. Her head simply lifted up as he untied the skirt of her dress so she was left in only the undergarments beneath it. Her eyes were wet but she was too stubborn to let any tears fall. She wanted to. Oh, how she wanted to. What she wanted more was for an untimely death. She wanted any of the extremes. Anything but this. Her chest rose and fell, emphasizing hr quick and harsh breathing, but she breathed only through her nose. In and outup and down. Her breath turned shaky as she felt his scorching gaze on her rear and as his grip on her arms tightened so, she felt her body start to tremble in his grasp. Estella didnt say a word. Only when he started on her corset, a small whimper came from her. Please. I beg of you. Please. Stop. She whispered the weak plea. By all mans, she meant every word for him to please stop but her resolve was weakening and it was becoming difficult to try and fight him. He hadnt done anything, hardy. Just undressed her. Then he did. Then he did something. It was so fast that she didnt know how he did it or even doubted his ability of strength to do something as quick as that but before she knew it, Estella found herself face down over his leg, she could feel her bottom sticking up in the air, just as she could feel his erection pressed to her side, the way a gear shift can get stuck in some uncomfortable places. Her palms were on the floor to balance herself so not to topple though if she did, she wouldnt mind it one bit. She might be able to roll away and then maybe Goren would take ever more pity on her and just open the door to let her roll away from this man. Wishful thinking of course. She knew what was going to come. Several things in fact and she whimpered softly, as if honestly trying to budge from this position but to no avail. She panted now from trying to work against such a strong man and her head slumped to rest over one shoulder. Please. Her voice broke. Ill be different. Ill be better. I wont be bad again. Ill change. Anything. She begged, her voice cracked and broken and no longer laced with whatever strength she may have possessed in the carriage before it became far too real. He only continued on, as if ignoring her pleas and she felt his hands on her, fingers gliding, searching, probing even. Her eyes squeezed shut and more tears leaked out, down her cheeks. She sniffled, her breath shaky and she felt her hear pounding through her head, her chest, all over her body. She didnt know what he would do. He just kept rubbing and fondling her bottom. Estella opened her mouth to speak but then the first smack came down and she gasped. It was such a shock that she couldnt make a sound. Then he continued. She counted each and every single spank. Thirty. They werent gentle either and she had a feeling that even though he reached that number whether he was aware of it or not, he wouldnt stop. Her bottom was so red, almost like the color of a Red Delicious but it stung. Her heeks were tear stained, she had started to scream and whimper by the time her bottom became so sore, around the fifteenth spank and by this time, she felt so tired from her own turmoil and that of which he was unleashing upon her. Her eyes closed and she swallowed hard, her throat dry and she tried to look back at him. Please, Sir. Ill do whatever you may want. No more, please, I beg of you, no more of this. Shed do anything he required, anything he desired, no more trying to get away, shed give in however he wanted. But even with Estella, while she might appear to be broken, there was something forming in her mind, the cogs of her brain at work. She was a brilliant girl, and she wouldnt let this continue. Shed find a way. No matter the sacrifice. Even if she was no longer her own woman in the end, shed find a way. She wouldnt stay here. Whatever was left, Estella was going to find a way. Until then