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

William entered the kitchen where Estella, Goren and Mrs. Baddeley were eating a full hot breakfast. Mrs. Baddeley was unusually chatty, trying to bring what solace she could to the young mistress. Goren sat wide eyed and fauning over the girl. The warm smells and singing copper kettle set a homey scene indeed. Well, well, well, isn't this a pretty picture of domestic bliss. It seems Estella that you have won the affection of Mrs. Baddeley and the great oaf Goren seems positively smitten. Who would have thought. He stared in wonder at the trio. Will you take your breakfast in the dining room or on the porch Sir? Mrs. Baddeley asked in a flat voice as close as she dare come to reprimand of the master. Neither, Mrs. B I shall dine in the kitchen with the rest of you. I find this quite intriguing amusing really. When he sat at the table he heard the gaggle of scullery maids and field hands laughing and wolfing down a mamouth breakfast before their day of labour began. They ate in an adjoining room at a long bench like table. Do you not think it more fit that Estella eats in the dining room Mrs. B? His tone was as flat as hers. I started the young Miss there sir, but... but, she seemed so alone, so forlorn that I asked her to join Goren and myself. There was now a hint of supplication in her voice. Well, I suppose there is no harm done this time. Goren and Mrs. B. relaxed perceptively. They began chatting and even laughing in front of the master. He was in a fine mood and even joined in the discussion of the farm, the town, and their snippets of gossip. He ate heartily and reminded Mrs. B to have the seamstress this morning to outfit Estella. Be sure to include riding and hiking clothes along with her dresses Mrs. B. And...and... whatever else she fancies. He waved his hand in the air. A complete wardrobe will be required. Spare nothing, she is my ward. He was not the same man that Estella met yesterday. Then he Stood and smiled down at all three, one at a time. Goren bring her to me in half an hour. He turned smartly and left the room. When Goren's tapping at the door announced their arrival he was dressed in his night shirt. Estella, herself wore an overly large, make-shift nighty provided by Mrs. B a much taller woman. This time he did not bring the chair to the middle of the room but instead he felt around on the top of an exceedingly tall dresser and produced a cane. He swished it through the air producing a terrifying sound. He continued the Swish, swish sound of the bamboo as he walked round the girl who stood alone in the center of his chambers. When he passed behind her for the third time he lifted the hem of her night shirt with the cane. She was naked underneath and instinctually grasped the hem of her garment, pulling down. He swiftly pressed her into himself and bent her over an outstretched leg, both were still standing but enwrapped round each other. He hoiked up her sleeper and the cane swished twice through the air. This time each savage blow landed with a CRACK! on the girls bare bottom. The pain caused her to scream out. Next, he brought the cane down on her tortured cheeks striking for each syllable that he spoke. Don't... you... ever... im...pede...me...from...strip...ping...you...naked...never...never...never...I...will...expose...you...inspect...you...examine...you...when...ever...I...choose...I...will...use ...you ...at...my...whim. He was sweating from the force of the blows he had administered to her striped bottom. The welts went from an angry red to a painful purple in seconds. Goren, the ever present witness, sucked sympathetically through his teeth at each blow. William turned to him. Shut up you fool. Remember your own family your young daughter, her husband. Would you have me go there? Goren's eyes locked on the window and he went silent as a statue. Estella's pleas and sobs mollified William for the moment. He lowered the cane and took her face in his hands. Don't ever stop me in my advances my dear. Do you understand me? Now remove that night shirt. William began his examination of Estella. Standing in front of her he ran his hands over her flat tummy then slid them both down to her cunt. He spread her open and knelt down before her his face inches from her sex. He handled and examined every fold and crease in her complex flower of a vagina. It was as if he would never stop, pushing, pulling, manipulating studying both her inner and outer lips. He spun her around and bent her over with a shove between her shoulder blades. Still on his knees he spread her bottom wide open and stretched and pulled her there inspecting each wrinkle intently. He remained silent and completely focused as he studied her. Next, he stood and examined her breasts one at a time, slowly, intensely her hefted and squeezed them, pressed them together. He spent an inordinate amount of time on each nipple, tweaking, twisting, pulling, pressing. Finally he seemed finished his memorizing her and stode around her taking in the entire body. You are a statue my angel... a Venus of the first waters. He again went to the tall cupboard and this time opened it wide, both doors. He stood aside so that the girl could see the contents a vast array of cuffs, manacles, clips, bars, leather, metal, rods, canes, floggers, crops, canes, implements too shocking to ponder. From within he chose two identical metallic bars with leather cuffs at each end. He approached Estella with these. He also stopped to retrieve the cane which lay at her feet. On your hands and knees. He swished the air menacingly.Now. He then fastened a cuff around her upper arm followed one on her leg so that her elbow and knee were on the floor but locked in place. He did the same to the other side of her body. Estella was now on knees and elbows, her legs splayed lewdly open. He circled her thus encumbered fondling her intimately as he did. He threw his own night shirt onto the bed and moved to the front of the helpless victim. His cock was throbbing and seemed even bigger than the night before. He brought it to her face, rubbing it over her eyes, nose, mouth. You are going to suck my cock, my dear. It is one of the ways I mentioned last night. You will relieve the ache in my testicles and your hymen will remain intact. Remember the spunk, the sperm, the cum that shot all over us last night. Well today that will all go into you sucking mouth. I want you to swallow it all, my dear. You must learn to be a proper cock sucker. You should see your aunt gobble down a cock any cock really, quite gifted. With the cane he tapped her on the backside as a reminder. Open wide now. He began to apply the cane to her arse. Not brutally but with enough force to goad the filly on. That occupied his right hand but he cupped the back of her head with his left and as he began to thrust into her mouth he pulled her head back and forth in a counter rhythm. Suck, suck, suck it, suck harder. Thrust, strike, demand over and over he fucked Estella's mouth. Coughing, sputtering, gurgling and choking she brought him to a climax. He shot over and again down her throat, filling her with sticky gobs of his semen. He pinched her nostrils together such that she had no recourse but to gasp and breath in the thick load, swallowing hard so as not to take it down her windpipe and drown. At last he collapsed in front of her. He lay there spent for a few minutes. Goren, best get her uncuffed and down for her bath, the dressmakers will be here soon.