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

For a while Josie lay there limply, tears trailing down her face and onto the rumbled sheets of the bed she shared with her husband. If she turned her head to the side she could see the vile mirror that Smithers had informed them was where people had spied on them, and she bitterly wondered if there had been an audience for her defilement. When the front door slammed her heart leapt in her chest, anxious that the spider had returned for another round. Then she heard David yelling her name, and shamefully she closed her eyes, not wanting to see his expression when he saw her lying there. Tears continued to trickle down her cheeks as she waited for him to say something, anything. Instead she felt the ties that bound her give way, revealing angry welts that encircled her wrists and ankles where she had constantly pulled. Her blue eyes finally opened to meet his, and she couldnt help but to throw herself into his arms. Oh David, it was terrible. Josie could say no more, still haunted by the shameful act she had to endure. She clung to him tightly, still aware that she was naked and splattered with vile seed from her attackers but not caring. She didnt want to hear about his own evening, knowing that it would only make her more heartsick. The notion that they had both been used and abused was more then she could bear, and eventually she cried herself into exhaustion. As David tucked her into bed she managed a tremulous smile, her heart still nervous to believe that he didnt think any less of her. I love you too, darling. More than anything. Josie began to calm down, hoping that they could lie together in bed and perhaps think of an escape. Instead she saw her husband reappear in their bedroom with a cleaver in hand, and with a shocked gasp she leapt out of bed and ran to the door. No, David! She called out after him, afraid that she really would be widowed. Anxiously she waited for him to return, only leaving the parlor to hastily clean away the evidence of her assault and to put on a dressing gown. Her maids did not appear, leaving her to believe that Smithers had sent them away for the night. When she heard keys unlocking the door Josie leapt up to meet him, but shied away when instead she saw Smithers. My husband She began, only to be cut off by the mans instructions. The young wife felt sick at the knowledge that they held David, and that she would have to perform to ensure his safety. It had been more than she could bear to be forcibly taken against her will, but to willingly engage in sexual acts with another man? She couldnt fathom the thought. I She began to say that she couldnt do it, and wouldnt, but the knowledge that they would kill her husband and leave his body to her was enough to bring her to tears again. When the spider left her again she sank to the floor, tears dripping down her face again. How had they ended up in such an atrocious situation? Eventually Josie ended up back in bed, too worn out from the physical and emotional abuse she had endured to stay awake any longer. She slept long into the afternoon, until her maid woke her. Without much talk she let herself be bathed and dressed, knowing now that the women were employed by Smithers. They dressed her for her new station as a prostitute. They gave her no undergarments except for a corset that they laced tightly to enhance her hourglass figure. The dress they provided was a scarlet red that complimented her upswept dark auburn hair, with full skirts and a low cut bodice that nearly exposed her nipples. A pair of heeled slippers were also provided for her, and a choker that wound around her elegant neck. Josie was led to the parlor just before the spider was due for his inspection.