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

Estella was woken up by Goren the next morning by order of Mrs. Baddeley to have breakfast. She kept refusing but then Williams name was dropped. Whether that was real or not or simply a slightly sadistic way to get her to eat, she removed herself from bed, straightened out her nightgown and robe and made her way downstairs with Goren tailing behind. She was at first seated in the dining room but she was left alone. She hadnt touched her food and Mrs. Baddeley took pity on her and had her sit with them all, staff and Goren included. Even then, Estella was rather quiet. She didnt speak much, she mostly pushed her food around with a fork. She took part in the discussion a little bit. Hardly though. Not much. She shifted often on her bum, it sore from the assault yesterday. She was adjusting but it was a miserable adjustment. Normally, during breakfast, Estella was quite animated. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to go back to her room, where she honestly believed to be safe. She didnt know that her room was adjoined to Williams. The invisible hairs on her back stood up when she heard his voice and she swallowed hard as her head turned to see him. He was right there, somewhat different than the man he was to her yesterday and she hastily looked away. She didnt bid him good morning or say anything to him. She figured shed have to deal with him by force at some point today. So she decided to stay mum for the moment being. Though in his presence, she forced herself to down some food. She didnt want him beating her because she refused to eat and she certainly hoped and didnt need for Mrs. Baddeley or Goren to let it slip she hadnt eaten. Or any of the other staff. It seemed she won over those two, but the rest? She didnt know. Her eyes looked up from her breakfast when he inquired and she looked at him almost apprehensively, opening her mouth to speak to probably say something not as smart as Mrs. B so she promptly shut her mouth when the elder woman began to speak. Still, she wouldnt let them to repeat that. Shed rather eat alone than for them to face their Masters wrath. She wasnt here to cause any chaos. She thought she might be but after yesterday Even as they all discussed and chatted, Estella hardly did. She was silent and had abandoned her breakfast and was simply sipping on juice. She didnt feel like talking which was a first. Then again, she had been silenced pretty well upon her arrival here yesterday. It seemed normal. That and her brilliant mind was still calculating. How would she get out of here? Breakfast ended and she was taken immediately to be washed before presented to William. It was the usual procedure, a little extra time with the hairbrush done by Mrs. B to which Estella was extremely grateful for. It always comforted her since yesterday. Then she was presented to him and once more, Goren was a witness. She thought it good too maybe. If William went too far Her heart started to pound in her chest when she saw the cane in his hands. She swallowed hard and felt herself start to shake. He was going to use thaton her? The sounds it made her skin crawl and she felt like her heart was going to drop into her stomach. She refused him to lift the hem of her night gown and she swallowed hard, her eyes on him. Did she just do something wrong? Something in the way he looked at her when she denied him answered her unspoken question. She did something wrong. She did something very wrong indeed. Then she really got her answer for sure. She screamed and tears were brought to her eyes immediately. Her bottom was still so sore from the day before. This made it worse. She whimpered softly, breathing hard already from the surprise blows. What came next, she wasnt at all prepared for. She screamed and cried. When it was done, she heard Gorens reaction. He would help her if he could. She got that right immediately but he couldnt do anything against his Master. She understood. But she wished. Her bottom stung and she felt like if she moved, shed be in a world of pain. She looked up to William, tears in her eyes, tear stains down her cheeks. Please She begged, as if reaching her hand up to him but stopped when he cupped her chin. She nodded her head quickly and hiccupped a couple of times before standing and removing her robe and night gown. There, she stood completely naked before him. Even as he explored her body, made her move to how he wanted her to so he could examine, she remained an impassive look in her eyes and her face. She hardly made a sound. Even when he was exploring her pussy and working in between her legs. She was mum. Even as he tweaked her nipples and made a show to do something with them, she made no face or any expression. As he complimented her, she looked at him and bit her lower lip. He confused her. One moment, he was beating her and the next he was complimenting her. How could she be any of what he said when he abused it so? Her body was no longer a temple. Her body was no longer her own. She was realizing this so quickly. The realization scared her. He left her for a moment. She stood where she was, not moving and not even looking to where he went. She did look back at Goren in this time, pleading with her eyes. He saw her, looked at her for a moment and his eyes read how much pity and pain he felt for her. But he didnt do anything. He couldnt. She knew, she understood but she thought maybe She turned her head back and stared, waiting for William to come back and pounce. She looked at him after his next order, almost hesitating before he waved that cane as threateningly as he did. She was on her hands and knees in an instant after that, though wincing from bending. She took in a deep breath and let him bind her as he pleased, her body moving accordingly to what he strapped onto her. She gasped when it changed her position entirely but she didnt complain or say anything. She just waited until she felt flesh press to her face. She looked to see and saw his throbbing cock in her face. She knew what he wanted and she knew shed have no choice in the matter. Looking up at him, her green eyes bore into his eyes and then down his frame. He was a beautiful man but beautifully disturbed too. With what he did, how he treated women, how he spoke of her aunt. Her eyes screwed closed and face molded into that of disgust at the image thrust into her mind. That whore. That slut. That stupid, fucking cunt! Estella wanted to scream. She felt the anger bubble into her. Her aunt had liaisons with this man and yet she sent her to him? Why? Would he do her aunt while he was keeping Estella in his company? She shuddered at that thought. The thought of it embarrassed her greatly and she felt a bit of her heart shatter. She had no possession over this man. Yet the idea of him having anything to do with her aunt in that way while he kept her in his possession sickened her and utterly embarrassed her, even felt like itd destroy her. Estella opened her mouth to him when she felt the tap of the can on her bottom. She let him do as he pleased and she manipulated her mouth to what she believed was right. As much as she wanted to bare her teeth and do a number on him, she refrained, wisely. Instead, she sheathed her teeth, used her tongue and let him take completely control of her as he fucked her mouth. She felt the head of his cock constantly hit the back of her throat. It made her gag. She felt like she was going to choke and each time he hit the back, she thought she might throw up. He didnt her a chance to pull back though. She kept going, pushing down whatever feelings rose up and took him to the best of her ability until she felt him jerk, throb and then cum in her mouth. She closed her eyes and wished she could hold onto him or something as he came, especially when he plugged her nose. She made a squeal, unable to breathe but forced to take down every last single drop. Then he stopped and she pulled back, gasping softly. Every drop went down and then she coughed, her bottom in the air and she supporting herself on her elbows, her hands cradling her head. She didnt care how she looked. She was not expecting that, at all. She almost wanted to say something but then decided against it. For now. She was waiting. Goren helped her as by command of his Master and he uncuffed Estella before helping her to stand. She relied on him heavily for balance as he helped to put her nightgown back on her. She sniffled and then took her robe, tying it after slipping it on and she took a step. She almost fell, she couldnt walk. Goren caught her just as she might have floundered and held her up, his hand on her back. She looked up at him with helpless eyes and almost a whimper and then he scooped her up in his arms. Not over his shoulder but in his arms, in a cradle carry and then took her out. She relaxed in his arms and then closed her eyes, hugging her arms to herself. She wanted to cry but she felt like her cries were last spent after that brutal caning. Theyd only come now after another merciless attack. She was sent to Mrs. Baddeley for a quick bath before preparations for her fitting would commence. Goren stayed in the room as Mrs. Baddeley tended to Estella, actually shocked to see the amount of welts that marred her flawless bottom. Oh my poor dear. Estella didnt say anything or make a sound. When Mrs. B told her to lie face down on the bed after her bed, she didnt hesitate. Salve and other soothing balms and creamed were rubbed onto her bottom. It hurt at first but for an elderly woman, Mrs. B had a heavenly and such a gentle touch. It almost rocked Estella to sleep when a knock sounded at the door. She was quickly dressed and the seamstress and her two female apprenticesmaids were welcomed inside. Estella complied to each and every request. Raising her arms, opening them, opening her legs, turning, and doing her inseam. When it was all over, the seamstress brought some dresses she had in Estellas size and began to fit them on her. So that while most of her wardrobe was being made, she had some things in her size. Three dresses, two night sets and five everyday wear dresses. All of the finest materials and theyd tide her and William down until her entire wardrobe was made. They had a full list of what was to be made. They left and Estella was now dressed in a beautiful red dress with black adorning and filigree. The corset was black, as was the petticoat and Mrs. B jokingly dubbed it the temptation dress. Estella wanted it off her immediately when Mrs. B said that. She threw not a tantrum but broke a little bit more because of the image that came into her head when Mrs. B joked. The image in her head was William. He was ruthless. He said hed wait to take her but then he saw her in that dress and decided he couldnt wait anymore, that Goren would have to suffice. He undid it, she begged him not to and her resistance of it was what made him go postal. He ripped it off her, hurt her, beat her and took her with a savage quality that made her scream. Each of it fueled him though and when he was done, she was left Take it off! Take it off! She screamed, her hands flying to her ears and her head as she crouched down. Mrs. B was horrified and Goren was trying to help. Estella kept batting everyone away though. She didnt want their help even though she had been screaming for them to take it off. She started crying, her head pressed to the tops of her knees. She felt like she couldnt breathe but at the same time she couldnt move. The top shoulder of the red dress was off and the other on. Her hair was a frazzled mess and her cheeks were stained with tears and her eyes were red and wet. She sniffled and then the door slammed open against the wall. There, waiting was William. All went silent except for Estella and her silent cries. She looked up and choked back a sob as she saw him. Sir, its all fine here. Mrs. B quipped. Shes just in pain. Its all fine. She tried to reassure as she could, for Estellas sake. They all knew it was difficult and hard on her. Especially Mrs. B. She remembered. Williams father did the same to her. If not worse.