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

Soft whimpers sounded from the limp girl. Her eyes closed, her cheeks stained still with both wet and dry tears and she sniffled, her nose slightly runny but not enough so that it was dripping. Just wet. Her body ached, her bottom sore and still stung and every time he even touched it, whether it was a touch, caress or fondle, it stung. She had never been accustomed to such extremes. She was raised with the ideal that her body was a temple and it was to be treated with extra care and sensitivity so that when she married, it then belonged to her spouse. She saw that future of hers that she so badly desired for crumble the moment his rough hand came down on her soft backside. Now, she lay in shambles in his lap. She wasnt broken. No, she had fight left in her and a plan forming. But for now, she had to suffer. A soft gasp came from her as he explained his plan to take her. Not on his own in privacy or in the company of Goren, but in front of an entire audience of his horrendous sex club. She felt more tears well up in her eyes and her body shook lightly though she cried silently. She sniffled and tried to compose of herself. She felt him rubbing her southern passage, not where her maidenhead resided still in tact but the other. Her hands on the ground gripped for nothing as he pushed a finger in and she groaned, not in delight but in pain. Her body wriggled as she tried her hardest to get away, to at least get away from the offending finger but his grip on held her down and to no avail. If anything, it seemed to simply arouse him even further, as she could so feel and hear by his confession. He removed it and she felt an inkling at peace once more. Until She hadnt seen it coming, neither did she even realize she had screamed. Her bottom stung from the relentless hits of the paddle and back of the hairbrush and she choked back a sob, her body trembling once more in his grip. She fought hard to keep her breathing in check, her eyes squeezing shut tightly and she breathing rapidly through her nose. In and out, her doing the same movement, in and out furiously against his legs. She tried to drown out his words and voice, not wanting to know or learn but it was difficult to. So many implements to apply such pain and torture upon her and what could she do? Nothing. She was completely helpless and defenseless against this man and there was no one who could help her or would dare defy him to help her. She was alone with this man. She had no one. It was a painful realization. Estella seemed to be impassive looking as he explained a mans pleasure of his own before swinging her around so that she faced him, sitting astride his lap and she merely inches or centimeters away from his throbbing cock. She didnt look at him. No, she stared down at the offending appendage. She breathed deeply through her nose, it audible and her chest rose and fell softly. She was tired, she was in pain and she learned right now how painful it was to sit on her rear after his abuse. Please She whispered so faintly, like a mouse. When she saw him make grabs for that brush though, her hands moved at the speed of light to wrap her fingers around his throbbing length. Her eyes looked up briefly to meet his and she knew he liked this. Not just her hands on him but her pain, her agony and her struggle, both external and internal. He was sick. He was a sick, sick bastard and it took all she had not to scrunch her face up in absolute and pure disgust over this wretched human being. No, he wasnt even human. He was a monster. Shed spit in his face if it didnt mean another spank, or worse. Still, he made a point when he told her to do this. If she made him cum, this would be over for the time being and shed be able to retire for however long until she was once more summoned. So Estella worked and pumped her hands faster and faster. He thrust his hips into her hand and she could feel the throb. It actually wowed her how such an appendage could throb the way it did but then all amazement vanished when a warm, white, creamy and milky substance shot out of it. It first spurted onto her chests, drops and ropes of it covering her sternum, the globes of her pert breasts and even her nipples. Another spurt and it hit her chin, dripping down onto her chest and then the excess pooling around and over her hands. She swallowed hard, not stopping until he told her to. Then he did and her hands stopped and she retracted them, lifting them up to gaze at them as they were now coated in his essence. She didnt know what to think or what to say or what to feel. She was curious Glancing over her shoulder back to Goren, she then bowed her head in embarrassment. The large man stepped up, his eyes only on his master as he held up Estellas dress and undergarments. Sir. He nodded and then held his hand out for her. She didnt take it. She wriggled off of Williams lap and Goren helped her into her silk petticoat and then managed to get her into corset to cover her. She felt icky, the cum on her body melding onto her skin and rubbing against the cloth of the corset. Folding her dress over his arm, he moved out of her way as she went numbly towards the door. Before she herself could open it, Gorens arm extended and he opened it for her, where she stepped out and he followed behind her, shutting the door in his wake. He led her back to Mrs. Baddeleys where the elder woman helped a very silent and pale Estella out of her clothes and back into another bath. Estella sat there, simply staring in front of her. Her eyes closed as cups of water were poured over her head, drenching her once more. She kept them closed as she was scrubbed down and washed of Williams essence and then helped out of the bath to be put into proper attire for bed. Are you hungry my dear? By now, Estella was sitting in a chair in front of a vanity. She was dressed in all white for bed. A white nightgown with a white sheer robe over it, tied and covering her well. It was all floor length. She looked heavenly, like an angel. She felt like an angel who lost its wings and could never ascend to heaven ever again. Her face remained impassive as she stared at herself in the reflection while Mrs. Baddeley ever so soothingly combed Estellas long blonde hair, it curling at the end with each stroke of the brush down her mane. She had missed Mrs. Baddeleys question, having not heard it. My dear? With a gentle shake, Estella lifted her chin and turned her head to gaze at the very worried Mrs. Baddeley, her eyes saddened at the sight of this poor mangled girl. Hmm? Are you hungry? Estella turned her head so her gaze flitted back over her reflection and she shook her head gently. You must eat. She shook her head again, her gaze dropping down to her lap and her eyes blurring as they stung with warm moisture, clouding her vision. Her shoulders shook and she sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands. A most un-ladylike gesture but at this point she didnt care, for she was no longer a lady. Yes, her purity remained in tact but she knew not for long and that it was only a matter of time. She was no longer a lady. She was someones mistress, being branded into a whore. Mrs. Baddeleys heart went out to the young girl. She didnt embrace her, simply comforted with her an extended brush of her hair. It actually did calm Estella and comforted her. It was a comfort to know that there were people in this household, that while they couldnt actually help her from Williams advances, they could offer her a sense of comfort in the aftermath of all that went down. She could find some solace in that as the woman she knew, slowly drifted away from her. This is what her aunt condemned her to because of her foul temper and poisonous attitude. Is this truly what she deserved? Her chin lifted once more so she could gaze at herself in the reflection. Who was she? Estella hardly knew anymore. Her mind was spun into confusion and everything she knew seemed to go out the window. She no longer knew right from wrong or wrong from right. Everything that seemed to make sense evaporated and she was left with so many question. Who? What? Where? When? And, why? Goren knocked on the door and it was opened. He saw Estella in the chair, her hair being combed by the elderly woman and he cleared his throat. It is time for bed. Both ladies looked in his direction and Mrs. Baddeley seemed hesitant to put down the brush. She wanted to help this poor girl. Estella didnt wait for her to put down the brush. She simply stood, her hands clasped together in front of her and she walked to the door, stepping out and standing by Gorens side. Goodnight, my dear. Goodnight, Mrs. Baddeley. Thank you. The second time she ever said thank you in her life to someone else other than her great uncle. The door shut and Goren led her down the hall to a room straight across from Williams. It was adjoined to his actually, it rounding off in the corner to a door that when opened, led to a side of his bed, opposite the windows. That door was shut for right now and he opened the door leading to her new bedroom and stepped aside to let her in. It was a beautiful room, well furnished with a large bed in the middle with a head board and sheer fabric that made a canopy over and around it. She walked to it and pushed the fabric aside to let her in and then pulled the duvet aside and climbed into bed. She didnt remove her rode and simply nestled on her side, her arms tucked under the plush silk pillows and her eyes closed immediately. Goren came and he shut the sheer fabric that canopied around her before stepping back and heading to the door. Goodnight, my lady. Because he still saw her as a lady forced into submission by his ever domineering and relentless master. He shut the door and then stood outside of it before eventually sitting outside of it, his back to the door. So should she open it, hed fall back and wake instantly. Estella didnt sleep immediately. It took a while, her mind flooded with many thoughts. Though as the tiredness, pain and evidential heartbreak of the day consumed her, she soon drifted and entered an undisturbed and somewhat peaceful sleep. She resolved that sleep was when shed be at peace the most. Sleep was good. Sleep was her friend aside from Goren and Mrs. Baddeley.