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

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The Ward​

William, third Viscount of Darby stood, his hands clasped behind his back, staring out of the enormous leaded glass widow of his library. He had expected gifts and favours after assuming directorship of the “Hell Fire Club”, but this... this was extraordinary. He stared over the rolling lawns and neatly boxed gardens of Randal Manor and pondered. What were the implications of such an offer? The object of his contemplation was contained in the letter which sat open and beckoning on his desk.
He returned to the dark leather and oaken chair, spread the letter open and read once more.

From the desk of Julia Ballantrae
July 17, 1834, London

My Dearest William

My bottom and cunny still smart from your excesses of Thursday evening. You are cruel, too cruel my charming Viscount. I am both angry and resentful at your treatment of me especially before the other members of our society. My wrists and ankles are so bruised from their manacles that I dare not be seen in polite company but in full gloves and long skirts. The things you made me say and the deeds you forced me to perform cause me deep shame... just upon reflection of the same. I shall never recover from the humiliation and degradation. Nor shall I ever stop loving you madly and longing for your next punishing session. You are a filthy and ungodly, twisted man and I ache to be used and abused by you soon.

Since your appointment as director of the club, I have thought of little else but your perversions and entertainments. I do so admire your dark and sinister mind which brings me to the point of this missive.

My uncle the Duke of Worthing has passed away finally, to the relief of all. His incomprehensible blatherings on state and morality will be missed by no one, especially his long suffering relatives. The upshoot of his demise is that I inherit a manse and a large sum of money as well as Estella his “boreships” ward.

Estella has wanted for nothing in her life and treats servants and school marms appallingly. In truth, she treats everyone appallingly. She is a spoilt, wilful, overbearing bitch of a child. She is also a great beauty with golden curls and a lithe, nubile body. She has spent her days in the care of my dotting uncle and in various carefully chosen preparatory schools. She knows nothing of cock and cunt and the sweet, sweet arts of seduction, abuse and corruption.

I know these latter are specialties of yours and that you would love to wield the tools that tame the child. I give her to you: a gift. Have your way with her and employ her as entertainment for yourself and the others.

She has been expelled from the Chichester Academy, her fifth expulsion. She struck the head mistress and destroyed the woman’s study. They are mad to be rid of the girl. Send word by Carlton if you would enjoy picking the girl up from the institution. She is not expecting anyone but myself and I would love to see her face when you show up. Be prepared for a little wild cat.

A bratty little upper class virgin... Does the prospect amuse you?

Yours in blushing servitude and anticipation of further abuse

Lady Ballantrae.
 
A huff. Nothing more. Nothing else said. Nothing needed but a huff. That’s all she did when it became the fifth institution she was expelled from. She was racking it up but this girl did not seem to care. The way she saw it, the world was her oyster and she couldn’t do anything wrong, even if all she seemed to be doing right now was everything wrong. Estella knew she was of high class, she was educated in the best but she had a brilliant mind and a sharp tongue, an even smarter mouth. She was one of those women who did not know her place truly and did not know when to stop talking. It often got her in so much trouble but she never learned. When would she ever truly learn?

Her belongings packed, everything already beside her and she waited outside of the place. There were two staff ladies standing beside her to make sure she was indeed picked up. Estella was impeccably dressed. Her blonde curls lay down her back and over her shoulders, a summer hat atop her head in a slanted fashion, hiding a fraction of her face unless she looked up. She had soft pale but milky features, her emerald green eyes shining in the soft sunlight. It wasn’t harsh but neither did it look grim. It was a beautiful day but Estella wasn’t having it. She wasn’t in a very good mood and neither did she really look forward to the visit by Lady Ballantrae. As far as she was concerned, that’s who was coming to get her. But lord, the woman took forever. Who did she think she was keeping her waiting? Another huff came from her. The two women beside her didn’t say a word, didn’t shuffle on their feet but when Estella didn’t look, they rolled her eyes. They were happy to be rid of her, especially after the chaos she created. Not her finest hour but it was a beautiful and true masterpiece of the headmistress’ study after. She couldn’t lie. The little ‘darling’ just smiled at her handiwork. Unfortunately, it was to no avail.

One would think she would be cross to be expelled from yet another institution. No, what angered her more was after all that, they still didn’t listen to her. She was a very intelligent woman. They strove to make these kinds of girls but they expected them not to speak. She didn’t quite get that and expected her voice to be heard, female or not. Apparently they disagreed.

Dressed in a lovely blue dress with white trim and design as well as ruffles and a white underskirt, she held a fan in her hand, standing and waiting. She was a beautiful young woman and clearly held her nose high up enough in the air. She was impatient, bold, vengeful and brilliant. She was a mix of many things, a woman of many colors but deep down was a true pure heart. She was just young, mislead and did not know the world in the way she should. How unfortunate. But she didn’t realize it. As the time went by, her patience thinned and she was now fuming. She lowered her fan and shook her head.

“How long did she say she would be?” She spat to one of the ladies beside her.
“I-I do not know.”
Estella turned away and she huffed, shaking her head. She was frustrated. And in her frustration, her concealed chest rose and fell, the soft milky flesh pushed up in the confines of her corset. She resumed fanning herself too, mostly to calm herself and to breathe. She had a feeling the woman who tied her corset that day tied so tight on purpose. “Bitch.” She cursed under her breath. The two ladies heard her nonetheless but neither of them said anything. Wisely doing so, of course.
 
Having decided on the venture, William warmed to the idea. To abuse and corrupt a spirited virgin appealed to both his basser instincts and to his vanity. A tall and striking figure of a man, The Viscount prided himself on his dark brooding looks and the ease with which he seduced women. His need to dominate and abuse was indeed satisfied at the “Hell Fire Club”; but, to actually own a young girl, to have her at his mercy, at his beck and call, was a temptation he could not resist. He was now anxious to see Estella and begin the lewd undertaking.

He sent Carlton to deliver his answer and to have the coach and four prepared for a trip to the Chichester Academy for young ladies. The academy was but an hour and a half’s drive; still, the rough country roads made it an uncomfortable trip. Goren his man rode with him in the carriage and every time they jostled together William cursed both Goren and the coachman for clumsy oafs. William began to fondle his own cock working the head back and forth in his fist. He treated the mountainous man, Goren, as if he did not exist. He played with himself as if he were alone and in his own bed. Goren had seen much worse from the master and seemed not to notice.

Finally the coach, drew to a stop and the Viscount drew back the heavy fringed curtain with the end of his cane. He sucked in a lungful of air when he saw her. She was a stunning creature with long tendrils of golden hair and the face of an angel. Her bodice rose and fell deliciously. She was obviously annoyed frustrated, agitated.

“Oh, you have no idea my little cunt. Impatient are we? You’ll be sobbing to return to the Chichester Academy in no time.” He spoke in a half whisper, with a gravely throaty voice. Goren was the only one to hear this and to see William give his trouser-covered cock a couple of final yanks.

William flung open the carriage door and strode up to the three women in deliberate haste. Goren stumbled to keep up. “I’m here for Miss Estella Ballantrae. Which one of you is Estella Ballantrae.” Estella’s two attendants were obviously servant class and dowdily dressed. He wanted to begin their relationship with an insult, to rouse her to even more ire.

Estella sprang to her feet in a pique of temper and began to rail at William. He spun on his heels and marched back to the carriage. Over his shoulder he tossed. “Your aunt sent me to retrieve you. It was on my way and I deigned to do the favour. Come, come, move.”

He shut himself in the coach but observed the ensuing scene with intense interest, through a chink in the curtains. “What a beauty. So fiery, so young, oh so young.” A cruel leer spread over his face.

Estella began shouting at everyone, the two women attending her, Goren, even the coachman. She grasped the leather handle of her trunk and attempted to pull her belongings back inside the doors of the school. The two women servants sprung into action and barred the door with their bodies. They would have none of Estella returning to them. They were as bound to rid themselves of her as William was to ensnare her. Goren stood there like a statue, having no idea on how to proceed in such a situation.

Estella was now pummeling the servants and calling them names that surprised even Viscount William. She worked herself into quite a state, bright red from rage, her hat sat askew on her head and she began kicking out at anyone who had the audacity to come near.

William popped his head out of the carriage door. “Pick her up you idiot and throw her over your shoulder. Toss her in here and let’s be off.” Goren, a gigantic blacksmith of a man did as he was told. Estella drummed on his back and fluttered her legs to little avail.

“What about her trunk.” Goren asked walking as if unencumbered.

“Leave her trunk you fool. What do I care about her trunk?”

William held the door wide and Goren deposited the girl, thump, on her posterior. He stepped up into the coach himself and whistled to the driver. The carriage sped off and the affair was accomplished.
 
Her green eyes watched the carriage pull up and she let out an exaggerated sigh. “About time.” She mumbled, about to take a step towards it when she saw who was inside when the curtain over the window was pushed aside. A man? Her face screwed up in displeasure at the sight. Sure, she was expecting her slut of an aunt and while that would have been a more unfriendly sight, the last thing she was expecting was certainly not some man she never knew. Perhaps he was here for someone else, not her. So she stepped back and waited.

Then he said her name and her eyes narrowed. Her chest rose and fell again, her evident anger, frustration and agitation present in this situation. She watched with daggers in her eyes as the man came out and walked so quickly to her. But Estella stood her ground, didn’t even falter in waving her fan at herself and her eyes never left the tall man that now stood in front of her. She swallowed hard before another huff came from her, through her nose. Did he really need to ask? He was kidding right? It made her even more ill-tempered and she had half the mind to lunge her trunk at him. She took a step towards him, quick with her hands clenched into fists at her side, her hand holding her fan, bunching it up together. She opened her mouth to speak, spilling out insults and telling him how absurd he was for needing to ask, calling him an ass. It didn’t even stop her when he went back to his carriage. He went that way, she was going for the other way.

She grabbed her trunk, yelling when an attendant tried to stop her. She simply shoved passed her like she was a door in the way, like she wasn’t even human. The attendant fell to the ground as Estella made her way back to the godforsaken school, wanting to talk to someone about this, about how a complete stranger had picked her up. It was unheard of!

When they tried to stop her, she screamed, said things that even shocked her to say but in the heat of the moment, anything could happen. What she wasn’t expecting was to be hoisted over some disgusting burly man’s shoulder and taken away. Without her trunk. Without all her things. “Put. Me. Down!” She screamed, kicking her legs and beating the man’s back. He was taking her to that carriage. “My trunk! Get my trunk you buffoon!” She screamed and then to add more drama to the entire spectacle when the man in the carriage said to leave it, she screamed in anger. Just a quick yell to properly voice her disdain, frustration and ultimate irritation.

Then she was placed in the carriage like a sack of potatoes and she sat up. She pulled her hat off and tossed it down beside her and glared at the man before trying for the door. The man, Goren, pushed her back down as the carriage was pulled along. She was left fuming, breathing harder now. “You. Left. My. Trunk.” She practically bit out through angry grit teeth. “Who do you think you are? Traipsing over like you own the place, the street or even me?!” She spat. “I want to go back. You will take me back or—“ She cut herself off. What could she say? She couldn’t threaten him. She despised her aunt and her uncle wasn’t even alive anymore for her to call upon. “Take me back.” She demanded, crossing her arms over her chest, unintentionally pushing her breasts up a bit. “Or else.” She stood—or well in this case, sat—her ground and didn’t even falter in her threat or the severe glare she was giving him.
 
“Oh, my dear, I had no idea we had upset you so.” William leaned forward in his seat, making it quite apparent that he was catching an eyeful of her young pale breasts. It was in the style of the day that a young woman wore a low cut bodice and he studied the top half of her bosom as it rose and fell in vexation. He smiled down mockingly at the child.

“And we did leave her trunk behind, didn’t we Goren. How could you be so thoughtless.”

“But you... you.” Goren began to stutter, obviously afraid to upset his Master.

“I. Are you suggesting that I was at fault? We shall have to address that breech of decorum when we get home, shan’t we?” The massive man slunk back into his seat and was visibly shaken by what William had just said.

“Now, my dear.” William took the girl’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I believe you were about to make a threat.” She raised her hand to move his away and William suddenly slapped the back of her hand sharply and with more force than Estella had ever felt.

“Goren, if she makes any move to thwart me again, you will take her on your lap and render her immobile. You will receive much harsher treatment my sweet if we have to go through that charade. Now, once again.... I believe you were about to deliver and ultimatum... an... or else, to Goren and myself.”

He sat smugly back in his seat and studied her in her dilemma.

“You know my dear, I would have you understand your position completely. I am afraid I lied to you. I was not sent by your aunt. Oh never fear, we are not kidnapping you my angel. No, no, your situation is much more complex than a simple abduction and rape scenario. I’m afraid I am not making myself clear but rather clouding the issue.”

He leaned deeper back into the bench as the carriage jostled along. He reached into the inside of his coat and produced a letter. “ I do not want to mislead you but rather clarify our relationship.” He opened his legs wide in what could only be interpreted as a suggestive movement and at the same time he handed Estella her aunts letter.

He examined her facial expressions intimately as she read. He enjoyed her disgust at the sexual opening then her shock, amazement, despair at the body and intent of the message.

“You see Estella Ballantrae, you are a gift to me... Mine... To do with as I will... My Ward if you will. My Ward.” Again he took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, looking deeply into her face...”My Ward.”
 
Even as he addressed his right hand, Estella didn’t say anything. Neither did she look at the massive man. Her eyes were glued to this uppity man himself, the one who had the audacity to treat her as if she was a common person, insult her and not treat her like the lady she was. He treated her like a child. He clearly did not know her and she did not appreciate the treatment either. It was an outrage and all of those emotions were clear on her face. She didn’t even pay a mind to the right hand man, called Goren. He was beneath her. She clearly prized status and standing very much.

Estella was brought out of her mind when the man suddenly gripped her chin and she was forced to look at him. Well, not that she wasn’t already but she didn’t like or appreciate him touching her. Her hand raised to try and take his away but then she was dealt a harsh smack, one that made her squeak and have her other hand rubbing it to take the stinging away. She’d never been…hit.

Absolute shock came onto her face and she swallowed hard. Her eyes chanced a glance at Goren for some kind of reaction. What exactly would he do when this man said ‘take her on his lap?’ She didn’t want to know and if she had anything to say about it, it wouldn’t be happening. But if there was ever one way to keep her silent…
She was breathing fast again, like when she was angry. Except she wasn’t angry right now. She was scared, completely in a position she wasn’t expecting and with a man who probably wanted to do more damage to her than anything else. And the fact they simply let her go. Did they not care about her safety of whose carriage she got in? A complete stranger! She was scared for her life. For all she knew, he was going to kill her!

With some hesitation, Estella took the letter, her eyes drifting down to his opened legs for a split second before back at the letter she took. She opened it and read, her eyes widening in absolute disgust and horror over the sexual content in the beginning of the message and then she read one. In the end, Estella ended up crumpling the letter. Okay, now she wasn’t just scared. She was also very angry all over again. Her mouth opened to speak, to lash out some rude words that a lady like her would never, ever say but she was once more stopped. The revelation sunk in as her green eyes stared up at him and her jaw pretty much dropped. It was the first time that Estella Ballantrae couldn’t speak. Normally she had a response for everything. This left her speechless and not in a good way. He took the breath right out of her lungs and she swallowed hard. Her throat went dry and it was difficult to actually swallow.

After a few moments, she sat back and rest her hands with the crumpled letter in her lap, sitting like the dignified lady that she was but the look on her face said she was basically talked into submission. Not that she was submitting to him but she wasn’t saying anything. Not yet. Until a few moments seemed to pass. She had been looking out the little window and then not looking back at him. Her mouth opened and she spoke. Soft, quiet and calm. “What do you want? What do I need to do so I can go home?”

But that wasn’t even the beginning of what she wanted to ask. She wanted to ask why this was happening, what he did with her aunt, how this was happening and what did she do to deserve this? She stayed silent on the rest, wanting to know what he wanted her to do so she could go home. Not that home was particularly a kind place. She and her aunt never got along. It was only when her aunt’s uncle was still alive. He was so kind to Estella, cherished her, worshipped her practically and now he was gone and she was stuck with his niece who coincidentally happened to be her aunt, a bitch of a woman clearly with two many judgments as she made clear in that letter. Of course not seeing her own fault or the terrible person she had been.

Looking back down at the letter in her hands, she gulped, an audible gulp. She looked back up at him and then down at the letter and shook her head. “Selfish witch.” She almost gasped.
 
"What do I want? Now my little Estella, that is an interesting question. You see my wants change daily, hourly, and by the minute. I am the wealthy, titled, self indulgent, might I say self obsessed, fourteenth Viscount of Darby. My family has controlled Randal Manor, the town of Barksdale, its commerce, its land and usage for those many centuries. The privelge and wealth has indeed made me whimsical and self indulgent."

As he spoke, he stared straight into her face. He wanted her to feel the weight and danger of her situation. It aroused him to see her sitting on the carriage floor, attempting, heroically, to maintain her dignity. He decided to study her entirely on the remainder of the trip back to the Manor. Study her as he revealed the extent of her peril.

"My self indulgence has taken a decidedly sexual bent my dear. I, like many of our social peers, have found amusement, absorbtion and satisfaction in the gratification of my prurient needs. My lust indeed controls my wants. So, when you ask me what do I want, the answer would lie in my sexual use of you my, my dear."

He began to move his hand slowly and langorously up and down the length of his now bulging erection. Tickling and teasing it into a more rampant state all the while.

"By way of a pastime, I am director of a club of nobles who share my prediliction for erotic liscence. We meet and allow our darkest desires full reign. I myself tend to the sado-masochistic side of the sexual spectrum but as a club we are of all tastes and proclivities. The club is called "The Hell Fire Club." You will be shocked at the heigth to which our ladder ascends, members of the royal household itself claim membership. More on all this latter my child. You will become quite familiar with the clubs comings and goings"

William adjusted himself in his seat and folded back the flaps of both his coat and waistcoat to afford himself an easier access to his straining cock. Still covered by his trousers, he grasped the head of it and squeezed then released pressure upon it continuously.

"Therefore, my Estella, what I want will of necessity come from my lewd and excessive needs. You next asked when you might go home and that surprised me. Your home my sweet Estella is with me. Did the letter not make that plain. I do hope you will not prove obtuse, my dear. When we arrive at Randal Manor, you will be home. That idea had better sink in before all else my sweet. You are my ward, to rear, raise, keep, educate and employ all as I see fit. In fact, I dare say that when you are with ME, you are home. You are at home as we speak."

"Now, Estella, I fear that even though you were not a member of my family when you were expelled from school. You are now. And, in the manner of good guardianship it is proper that you be disciplined for your wilfull behaviour at the institution. Therefore, our first order of business when we do get home will be a disciplinarian one. I shall administer this myself. Perhaps some of my wants will surface then."
 
Estella listened and even as he got through not even half of his entire speech, her jaw had dropped. She looked at him and then her eyes chanced a drop down to what he was rubbing. Had he no shame?! Her eyes widened in terror, horror and disgust almost yet she couldn’t take her eyes off of his hand and the offending bulge he was paying attention to. Offending yes, small, heavens no!

Finding enough spit to swallow down her now immensely dry throat, she tore her eyes away from him and looked out the window once more. Her hands were nestled in her lap, clasped together but now she holding onto them so tightly, her fine manicured and pampered nails dug into the flesh hard. She didn’t feel the bit of pain. It was like a blinder to the pain she felt inside. That stupid, selfish little bitch! Her aunt sold her to this man? She was not hers to sell or give away to. Or was she? Was she property to her after her uncle passed and left her in that woman’s care? No, she wouldn’t do that. Would she? Sure, they hated each other quite a bit but she didn’t think the woman would simply ship her off to the next waiting horny male that she could deposit Estella into. It wasn’t a comfortable feeling knowing this.

Then he continued, telling her about a sex club he now came into possession of and she felt more dread creep up over. It was abnormal for Estella to stay as quiet as she was being but she couldn’t think of what to say or even dream of angering this man. Yes, she wanted but now she knew what his intentions were with her and she had no obligation to simply hand herself over unwillingly on a silver platter for his enjoyment and meal. No, she wouldn’t cater to that. No, she was going to find a way to leave this godforsaken place and the company of this man. She didn’t want to be here. She wanted to be home. This wasn’t home. No matter what he said about his home being her home or wherever she was with him being home, it wasn’t home. Home wasn’t like this. Home was a place where she had to live in fear of whether or not she’d be raped daily. Home was a place where her great uncle lived. Once upon a time. She loved that man like her own father, adored him to no end. But he was gone. And suddenly that left a deep, dark and bleak cloud over her head.

Her chin lowered and for a moment, tears sprang to her eyes. Her grip on her hands tightened and she swore she saw a bit of crimson pooling its way through her nails. Her tears welled up in her eyes and a couple dropped. She didn’t look up at him until they dried, not wanting to wipe them away or give light to her little childish reaction to his explanations.

Finally, she looked up at him and the only question that lingered was one she was terrified to speak of. Especially as he stroked himself in such a crass manner in front of not only her but his right hand man, Goren. She swallowed hard and composed herself, taking in a deep lungful of breath before exhaling coolly. “And if I fight you? If I don’t consent? Then what?”
 
William leaned forward in his seat, forgetting even to pet his cock at this. `` Oh my dear, do you really think that you could? You are not merely teasing me are you? Please do fight and kick and rebel, scream and wail for help. Tear at the walls with your fingernails, curse and sob. Goren, wouldn't that be spectacular? To see her battling for her chastity. Promise me that you will child."

He took up Estella's hat from the floor of the carriage and held it to his nose, breathing in the scent of her hair. He closed his eyes and began to pull with renewed vigour on his extended cock.

"Look, my dear, Randal house. Your home. Our home. Goren, give me a half hour to freshen up before you bring her up to my apartments. Send Winifred up with some hot water for me. Have Mrs. Baddely bathe the child. Tell her she will need all the serving wenches to assist her in that task, I believe my tender ward will fight them every inch of the way. Stay close by them and if needs be you take a hand and strip the girl down and deposit her in the tub."

I want her brought up to me, shiny as a new penny. She is to wear the same clothes she has now. I will send for a dressmaker tomorrow for her new clothing. I want every inch of her scrubbed and soaped. Tell Mrs. Baddley that I will be upset if my every wish is not fulfilled in this."

"'Zat all sir?" The huge servant mumbled.

"Yes, but don't think that I have forgotten your breech of decorum today. I have not forgotten at all."

The carriage pulled up before the great house. "Sling her over your shoulder Goren and get on with your duty. Half an hour. Tell Mrs. Baddely half an hour."

William left the pair of them and ascended the massive staircase. A gaggle of twenty serving men and women clustered in the foyer all agape and staring at the new Mistress.

Goren, in a surprisingly soft voice spoke to her back. "Please, do not fight with him Miss. It will go terribly for you. You can take it out on me if you will Miss." As he spoke he carried her still slung over his shoulder to Mrs. Baddeley's room. She was head of the household and listened intently to Goren's broken instructions.

Mrs. Baddeley was a straight poker of a woman with a severely pulled bun in her greying hair. She lead Goren into the stone room behind the kitchen and called for hot water and soap to be brought. She called out to unseen maids in the kitchen area and a hustle and bustle was immediately heard.
 
It astounded her completely as well as taking her completely by surprise how he responded to that. He wanted her to do that? He wanted her to fight him, challenge him and not make it easy at all? What kind of man was he?
Estella swallowed hard and her face screwed up in a bit of disgust when he took her hat. She watched him and then looked away, her breathing turned fuming. She breathed rapidly in and out of her nose. Even as they arrived, she didn’t say a word, she didn’t even look at the establishment that he called his home, now also her home. In her mind, it was not her home and no matter how many times he said it, she’d always challenge it.

He talked as if she wasn’t there, all to his right hand man, Goren. She didn’t look at either of them, neither did she make any notion to move. She stayed where she was on the floor of the carriage, her hands in her lap, gripping tightly to each other and her eyes on them. She had already been silenced. She wished she didn’t have to be ready for him in half an hour. She wished she could curl up, hide and learn how to become invisible and leave. She’d get none of that. Instead, she was once more hoisted onto Goren’s shoulder. She fought him once more. She hit his back. “Put me down!” Okay, so some of her fire—nay, a lot of her fire—was still there, thankfully. “I can walk on my own you big—“ She cut herself off.

Goren was kind. Her body slumped over his shoulder and she kept beating his back. Her eyes stung with moisture as it clouded her vision and with a hiccup, she finally cried. He said she could take it out on him. He was big enough that she was nothing compared to him in his arms. So she kept pounding his back, beating it, though with each tear she shed, each hit became slower, not as hard and soon they stopped altogether. Estella sniffled and closed her eyes.

Even as she was brought up to Mrs. Baddeley, she didn’t say a word. Even as she was in the bath, nude and her knees brought to her chest, she let some tears fall, figuring to get them all out now while she could. She moved her limbs accordingly so she could be properly bathed, primped, plucked and pampered for this man. Even after the bath, while she was being helped back into her dress and all the pieces it took for it to be put properly together, she stared sullenly at her reflection. They tied the corset differently. However they did it, it made her neckline far more plunging than it was, having pushed up her breasts to give more than meets the eye. Her waist seemed far more slender and thin and there was a more defined curve between her waist and hips. Then her skirt flared out like it did. The miracle? She didn’t feel like she’d faint.

“It takes a woman some years before she can perfect how to properly tie a corset.” The stern yet appealingly soft voice of Mrs. Baddeley spoke, standing beside Estella to check her and do any finishing touches. “If you’re wise, m’dear, you won’t be a fool.” It was all the woman offered her in advice. She knew what she meant. Goren said the same thing. She just didn’t want to.

“What are we going to do with your hair?” The woman sighed heavily and then led her to a chair. She pushed her down gently for her to sit to which Estella complied and the woman stood behind her, combing her curled long blond locks. “You are a pretty thing. I’m sure you know that. You’ve been told it. I can see it.”

Estella looked up at her through the mirror and then she looked away, as if in shame. “You’re young. You will learn.” Mrs. Baddeley didn’t coddle or comfort Estella. She was true to her stern tone. She told the truth. “Consider this your wake up call, dearie.” She took a brooch and pinned the front of Estella’s hair, connecting the two locks with the hair brooch and then placed her hands on her shoulders. Reaching over, she fixed the pendant just over Estella’s cleavage of her necklace, making sure it was properly lying there, emblem upwards and flat side face down on her flesh. “There. Spick, span and ready. Come.” She took Estella’s hand and both women walked to the door of the room where Goren stood outside of. She pushed her gently into his care.

“Do no, I repeat, do not sling her over your shoulder.” She managed a light smile. “You’ll ruin her otherwise. Too pretty a face to be marred.” Her finger ran along her cheek before she turned to go back to her job and her room.

“Mrs. Baddeley.” Estella said softly. The woman stopped and turned.
“Thank you.”
 
Mrs. Baddeley, rested her back against the closed door. "It's not right. It's not right at all." She remembered herself being taken from the village as a young girl and then taken physically by Williams' father, John. She gave her head a quick shake and set off to perform her household duties. She resolved not to think about the upstairs apartments.

Goren, tapped with one knuckle on Sir William's chambers. "We're eer sir."

He spoke softly and could not help himself but to give the young mistress's hand a reassuring pat. He knew it was a liberty but thought her too pretty a thing to be treated so dreadfully. Goren pictured a trampled bouquet of flowers as he waited with Estella.

"Come in then. Don't prove yourself the dullard we expect. Come in man."

William was dressed in a fine cotton night shirt and a silk, quilted robe. He wore no slippers nor hose. He was ready for bed by all appearances. He fetched a straight backed wooden chair from his writing desk and placed it in the center of the expansive room. He next placed himself in said chair. He crooked a finger for Goren to lead Estella to him. "You'll stay, Goren, until we decide you are not needed."

"Sir." Goren stared straight ahead above the head of his Master. He did not want to add to the girl's shame and dismay by watching this. He assumed the ramrod pose of a soldier at watch.

William reached out for the girl and pulled her forward, closer to him. He enjoyed her obvious turmoil and inner struggles. He opened his knees to pull her in tighter still.

"Five schools... expelled from each... a disregard and violation of any and all authority... abuse of the staff... Is it any wonder that your aunt, or any other sane household would refuse to take you under their roof... You are the author of your own demise my lovely Estella... My pretty Estella... you have rendered yourself unfit for civil company... Well, you shall meet no civility here."

William ran his fingertips up and down Estella's arms as he spoke to her. Then he roughly spun her about and pulled the releasing ribbon on her outer skirts. She balked and made to escaper. Goren held out a blocking arm and corraled the girl, lifting her effortlessly back into place. He never looked down at her or the master all the while.

"You are not about to escape the punishment that you deserve my angel. Indeed things will get much harsher if you insist on a wrestling match. I would enjoy that immensely and if you are seeking those kind of pleasures, please continue to flee."

As he spoke he pulled the skirts and petticoats to the ground. Estella wore lose cotton britches which descended to just above her knees. William pushed her to arms length to admire her posterior and the shape of the girl. He held her by the arms just above her elbows. " A splendid arse is a joy to behold, a joy and a temptation beyond endurance my sweet." His grip on her arms increased painfully.

Then, he released that grip and began to unbutton her bustiere. "I see no reason why you stiffen and recoil my dear. One can see as much in a bathing costume at a public beach." Presently he removed the bustiere entirely and Estella stood before him in her under garments, her upper half constructed of the same loose fitting cotton as the lower. Both decorated in frills at the edges and an interwoven blue ribbon. He spun her around between his legs until she now faced forward. For the longest time he just admired her shape and the heaving motion of her breasts. He adored the redness which painted her cheeks, trailed down her neck and adorned her entire upper chest.

In a startling, sudden, even shocking move William clasped Estella about the waist and hefted her in the air and settled her over his left knee. His right leg crossed over the back of her thighs and scissored together with his left, trapped her helplessly in place over his lap. His display of strength was both surprising and intimidating.

For balance, Estella was forced to place her palms on the floor, which bent and displayed her bottom deliciously to William's penetrating stare. He placed his left hand on the middle of her back and pushed down. This rendered her immobile and more vulnerable than Estella could ever have imagined. She began to plead, but William was too mired into his own lust to notice.

His cock was now at full erection and he pressed it into the side of her thigh, rocking his hips back and forth as he admired Estella's sensually rounded bottom. With his right hand, he began to stroke the object of his desire. The thin cotton material allowed little protection from his hands exploration of her tightened cheeks. He traced the crack of her posterior with a long delicate stroke. "It's a fine arse, like little melons my dear. And just as delicious, I'll warrant. His fingers explored the recess always stopping just short of her vagina as he slid it back and forth.

"Oh please continue wriggling like that my sweet, it has a seductive and sensual effect...opening your little rosebud for more intimate explorations."

He proved his point by pressing on that exact spot . Then, without warning he yanked down her only protection from his intruding eyes Estella's naked bottom was unveiled. His hand continued it's smoothing and fondling. He quickly half rose in the chair and just as smartly pulled his own nightshirt up and over his straining cock. In a nonce he was back with them both in position, but now his erect cock pressed naked into her outer thigh... flesh on flesh. The clear sexual fluid from his cock head moistened her leg.

"This spanking has been a long time coming my dear. You earned it and deserved it, every smack of it. Let it be your first foray into a true education. You must thank me for it after I am done."

His oration was interrupted by a loud CRACK! His first blow on her delicate ass cheeks. He watched the hand print form in bright red. "Let's begin shall we..."
 
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 wouldn’t 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 wouldn’t happen. But she couldn’t 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 didn’t chance to look back. She only hoped that he didn’t 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 weren’t 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 didn’t want to be undressed by. She looked up at Goren, almost whimpering, her eyes wet and pleading. He didn’t. He just handed her back. She breathed faster now. It was all coming into place. This was going to happen and she couldn’t stop it one bit. She knew he said that fighting him only made it worse for her, better for him, but she didn’t want to. She couldn’t 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 didn’t 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 out—up 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 didn’t 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 hadn’t done anything, hardy. Just undressed her. Then he did. Then he did something.

It was so fast that she didn’t 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 wouldn’t 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. “I’ll be different. I’ll be better. I won’t be bad again. I’ll 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t make a sound. Then he continued. She counted each and every single spank. Thirty. They weren’t gentle either and she had a feeling that even though he reached that number whether he was aware of it or not, he wouldn’t 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. I’ll do whatever you may want. No more, please, I beg of you, no more of this.” She’d do anything he required, anything he desired, no more trying to get away, she’d 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 wouldn’t let this continue. She’d find a way. No matter the sacrifice. Even if she was no longer her own woman in the end, she’d find a way. She wouldn’t stay here. Whatever was left, Estella was going to find a way.

Until then…
 
William felt her surrender. He was experienced at delivering pain and punishment, quite his forte really. He knew of the false release when a victim seems to collapse with both fatigue and resignation only to renew their battling yet here he recognized a complete release of will accompanied by tears and begging. He looked down at Estella's rosy swollen bottom and enjoyed the sounds of her sobbing. "There, there my angel what a splendid arse you have, made all the prettier by the bright red glow. It even emits a glorious warmth from our little encounter." She had turned into a rag doll over his lap.

He ran his hand soothingly over her welts. "I know that you are a maiden yet my angel and I am sorely tempted to take your maidenhead here and now. This very moment. Yet I am at odds with myself. Deflowering you before the assembled body of the "Hell Fire Club" would be such a coup. So exciting for all concerned that I am loathe to take you selfishly here in my chambers with only Goren to observe. You see, Estella, for me sex is only exciting when it is viewed by others; the more onlookers, the more aroused I become. I ache to take you in front of an audience if I can but control myself."

His finger now returned to an exploration of the valley between Estella's cheeks. "You will, however, be surprised to find how much a man can do with a woman without fucking her cunt. I hope that I can content myself with those alternate pleasures until a proper club meeting can be arranged." His finger began to trace smaller and smaller circles around Estella's tiny rosebud. He brought his finger up to his mouth and moistened it before returning it to her anal opening. He began to apply pressure, slowly and evenly until the finger "plopped" inside her. He was penetrating her up to the first knuckle.

He held her firmly in place and his finger began to stroke in and out, never passing the second knuckle. "There are so very many things that a man can do to a woman and satisfy himself. There are various points of penetration which leave the maidenhead intact." Estella was rolling and squirming against the offending finger. "Oh, that is nice my dear, sensual; as if you were fucking my finger and the friction against my cock feels marvelous. Please continue."

He removed his finger and began caressing the backs of her legs high up on her exposed thigh. "So, you will do anything my darling, whatever I desire, as long as I stop the spanking. But I tell you my angel that what you felt was only a hand spanking, the mildest form of correction. He reached down onto the floor and produced a wooden hair brush. He cracked the brush twice with such force on her already swollen backside that the girl raised her head and screamed unreservedly. He placed the brush back on the floor.

"Hand, brush, crop, cane, cat o' nine tails, whip, the implements for spanking are various and more or less painful. I enjoy wielding all of them, and with some skill I might add. It is an incremental list my angel and your actions decide which implement will be employed." As he spoke this time his hand slid up her inner thigh and he cradled her vagina in the palm of his hand." Ah there we are... your cunt... we will examine it in detail later on." He moved her outer vagina lips up and down exerting pressure on her clitoris as he did so. "Such lovely soft pubic hair, down really."
"Do you know Estella how a man masturbates? He moves his hand rapidly up and down the shaft of his cock until the sperm from his balls pumps uncontrollably out from the head of his cock. Once he does so, he loses interest in sex for a time. Once I ejaculate my dear, our first session will be over. Once my cock shoots its load of semen, you will retire to your own boudoir until I require you again. You can put an end to this if you like."

He swung Estella around so that her legs fell on either side of his outer thighs. Her cunt was fully exposed in this position and mere inches from his rampant cock. If you take my cock in your hands my angel and pump the skin of it up and down, I will no doubt shoot my sperm out of my cock head and your trial will be over.

He reached down and found the hairbrush by way of persuasion. She reached finally for his stiff trembling cock. He wrapped his own hand around both of hers. "Like that, fast like that, fast and hard, the faster you pump it the sooner I will cum and you are free." He let go of her hands and left her pumping frenetically on his cock.

"This will help me cum my angel." He whispered and reached both hands in and between her legs, splaying her outer lips wide such that her inner vagina was gaping open. Then he began to thrust hard with his hips till his cock shot jets of semen over her hands chest and chin. "Don't stop he shouted. Stop and we begin all over again. As with most sadists William enjoyed sexual pain himself and he forced Estella to milk his cock until he writhed under her touch.

Finally, he stopped her and lay back spent. He looked at her for a few moments then sighed and gave instruction to Goren.

"Another, bathing for her. Deliver her to Mrs. Baddeley, then to her chambers. You will sleep outside her door. I leave her in your care on pain of your life. I may want her again later tonight. Have her ready just in case."
 
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 wasn’t 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 hadn’t 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 man’s 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t even human. He was a monster. She’d spit in his face if it didn’t 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 she’d 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 didn’t 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 Estella’s dress and undergarments. “Sir.” He nodded and then held his hand out for her. She didn’t take it. She wriggled off of William’s 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, Goren’s 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. Baddeley’s 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 William’s 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 Estella’s long blonde hair, it curling at the end with each stroke of the brush down her mane.

She had missed Mrs. Baddeley’s 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 didn’t 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 someone’s mistress, being branded into a whore.

Mrs. Baddeley’s heart went out to the young girl. She didn’t 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 couldn’t actually help her from William’s 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 didn’t 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 Goren’s 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 William’s. 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 didn’t 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, he’d fall back and wake instantly.

Estella didn’t 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 she’d be at peace the most. Sleep was good. Sleep was her friend aside from Goren and Mrs. Baddeley.
 
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 girl’s 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."
 
Estella was woken up by Goren the next morning by order of Mrs. Baddeley to have breakfast. She kept refusing but then William’s 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 hadn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t know that her room was adjoined to William’s.

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 didn’t bid him good morning or say anything to him. She figured she’d 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 didn’t want him beating her because she refused to eat and she certainly hoped and didn’t need for Mrs. Baddeley or Goren to let it slip she hadn’t eaten. Or any of the other staff. It seemed she won over those two, but the rest? She didn’t 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 wouldn’t let them to repeat that. She’d rather eat alone than for them to face their Master’s wrath. She wasn’t 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 didn’t 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 that…on 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 wasn’t at all prepared for. She screamed and cried. When it was done, she heard Goren’s reaction. He would help her if he could. She got that right immediately but he couldn’t do anything against his Master. She understood. But she wished. Her bottom stung and she felt like if she moved, she’d 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 didn’t do anything. He couldn’t. 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 didn’t 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 she’d 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 it’d 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t 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. They’d 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 didn’t say anything or make a sound. When Mrs. B told her to lie face down on the bed after her bed, she didn’t 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 apprentices/maids 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 Estella’s 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 they’d 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 he’d wait to take her but then he saw her in that dress and decided he couldn’t 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t breathe but at the same time she couldn’t 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, it’s all fine here.” Mrs. B quipped. “She’s just in pain. It’s all fine.” She tried to reassure as she could, for Estella’s sake. They all knew it was difficult and hard on her. Especially Mrs. B. She remembered. William’s father did the same to her. If not worse.
 
"No, no... it's quite alright Mrs. B. the poor child doesn't want to wear the dress. That is easily rectified. He grasped Estella by the wrist and marched her up the stairs. Goren, you follow along.
He took her through her own door not his and tossed her onto her bed. "Let's get that offending dress off the poor dear. He stripped her slowly sensually admiring her every intimate body part. "She really is quite lovely, isn't she Goren."

Goren looked down at the ground embarrassed for the young mistress. William ran his hand down her belly and opened up her cunny lips. "Look how pink, how tight she is."

"Yes sir." Goren mumbled but kept his face averted.

"Look at her you dolt or it will not go well for you. Do exactly as you are told. There we go, now isn't she pretty."

"Yes, sir...but...but she is the young mistress, sir." He tried to object.

"All the more exciting for that Goren. Take your cock out and play with it Goren, as you look at her cunt. Look at the size of his cock Estella. It is huge. I sometimes get him to fuck one of the club members and punish them with that weapon between his legs. Look at his cock when I tell you to." William pinched both of her nipples savagely as he gave the command. He continued the clamp like pressure on them as he spoke. "He is quite taken with you my dear, look how hard you have made him. I love how ashamed you both seem, very arousing indeed."

He continued to tweak and twist her nipples painfully , ensuring that she complied to his every wish. " I've fucked your mouth my dear and today I intend to fuck your pretty asshole. Keep looking at Goren masturbate. And tonight...tonight my fine angel we have a full meeting of the hell fire club. There is a special room in the cellars with the proper seating and implements and I will fuck your lovely cunt publicly. After we put on a little show for the members, of course. You will get to see your dear auntie, my angel." His torture of her tits and nipples never ceased.

"Since you two are such friends, pals, so reticent to shame each other, I will get Goren to help me in my practices today. Goren, bring a flatbacked chair to the center of the room and sit in it."

William took Estella by the wrist and led her naked over to Goren. "Goren sit down, No you can keep your cock out. Estella, sit on his lap facing out to the front, your legs on either side of his thighs. Can you feel that enormous cock pressed against your back? His balls under your cunt? Goren spread her legs wide and lean her back into you. I want full access to her cunt. There perfect. I'm going to spank your cunt Estella. It's something I particularly enjoy doing. I wont damage your precious little clit, this lovely little button right here but I'll make your puffy cunt lips all red and swollen along with your mound and inner thighs. I'll just use hand slaps today but we will get a little harsher after you get accustomed to it. Your writhing will feel lovely on Goren's cock as well. Afterwards, we'll bend you over his lap and I'll fuck your virgin asshole. It will be painful but that in time will pass."

William knelt on one knee and began to slap her pussy using only the back of two fingers. It was painful but he bearable. He however continued to rain rap after rap over the same increasingly delicate area, until she could hardly stand it. Next he began spanking her cunny and the surrounding flesh with open handed slaps. More forcefull and stinging. He kept it up interminably, enjoying the swollen redness and her sobbing and pleading. Finally he stood and dropped his pants to the floor.

"Goren, bend her over your knee. Make sure her outer thigh presses against your erect cock. Oh, dear too late, I see you have covered her back with your sperm. Well her wriggling would have made any mand cum."

William spread her cheeks wide with his thumbs. " How adorable, how tiny." He spat repeatedly on her exposed hole, then brought his cock head to her. He poked, prodded and encircled her anus with his cock, occasionally pushing against the resistance. Then, he told Goren to hold her firm and rammed his stiff cock with one mighty thrust, up her tight passage. He left his cock in there and remained still, pulsing it intentionally.

He began to fuck her slowly then faster and ever faster with deep long strokes, groans and curses. His pubic hair slammed into her rounded as and his balls slapped against her painful cunt. Then, he began to cum, hot thick loads of his sperm pumped up and into her bowels. After ages and draining his balls he stepped back and admired her oozing rosebud and her bright read pussy.

"Put her to bed Goren. I want her rested for tonights fun." He retreated through the side door of Estella's room. The door which connected their suites....
 
Mrs. B tried to interject but it failed her as quickly as he came, he had taken Estella with him. It broke her heart to see the girl’s struggles but what could she do? What could anyone do? Nothing.
Estella tried to do something, anything so he wouldn’t do what she feared he might. It was like fueling the little nightmare that had entered into her head the moment Mrs. B jokingly dubbed that dress as the temptations one. It was tempting of course but that’s what scared her the most. She should be flattered but she really wasn’t. She was terrified and wished she could leave her body each time this happened.

A gasp came from her as she found herself in her room with him and with Goren. She looked back at the bigger man with pleading eyes but knew he couldn’t do anything. Then she was stripped down until she wore nothing and covered her body quickly with her arms to try and hide herself. It wasn’t the first time she was naked in front of Goren but it would be the first time that William asked of him to be more…active.

Her eyes chanced away as Goren was told to expose himself and sit down in a chair. She bit her lower lip, breathed hard and fast to try and keep a reign in on all that was happening around her but it felt to no avail. She swallowed hard before her attention turned to William’s listening as he spoke. Shivers ran up her spine and she closed her eyes, the images of what he spoke coming unbidden into her head. She imagined Goren as relentless as William would be, taking her and making her scream, although the way she imagined it, it wasn’t so much unwillingly but kind of willing. Her thoughts shocked her. Goren was much older than her yet her thoughts. She forced her eyes open, her eyes taking in the massive size of Goren’s cock and she swallowed hard, little whimpers coming from her as William played with her. She was breathing harder now through her nose.

She struggled a little bit against William as he led her to the now sitting Goren but she no longer fought when the bigger man’s hands were on her, leading her to sit on his lap, her back to his chest and she facing William, completely and totally exposed to him. She went back against his chest and looked up at her new master, afraid, especially for what was to come. The spanks were brutal. They hurt, then they left her stinging and in fiery pain and she threw her head back against Goren’s shoulders. She could hear his faint whispered soothing words as his arms held her back to him. She could also feel the jerking of his massive cock at her back but it didn’t bother her. She had taken a liking to Goren when she saw if he could, he’d help her. His comfort made this experience easier to handle but no less painful. She was sobbing by the time he finished, felt stickiness on her back and not once did Goren let her go, unless William said to.

Her body hurt, her bottom still stung and was sore from the fresh welts that adorned them from the earlier experience and she whimpered softly. She felt a build up. She hated it, her body relished in it and she was left so confused.
Then just like that, she was bent over and her hands found Goren’s legs. He whispered to her to hold onto them as hard and tight as she’d like, that he wouldn’t feel any pain. She wasn’t too sure what he meant by that, even as he stroked her hair gently. She cried out when William slammed into her and the tears that were once dormant, began their flow again down her cheeks, teardrops hitting Goren’s leg as her nails dug in. She was taken relentlessly, mercilessly and she screamed often through it all. She wanted it to stop before it even happened. It hurt so much. And just like that, it ceased and all she felt was him pulling out, drops and oozes of him cum dripping out of her devirginized ass. She breathed hard, her head tilting to one side and she saw William leave, through a door. Not her front door, another door. That was when she learned their rooms were adjoined.

After he left, Goren stayed where he was with Estella, his hand in her hair, fingers stroking it and her scalp soothingly. He let her weep in his lap the way she was and didn’t touch her anywhere else but her hair. When all her tears subsided enough, Goren sat up and he lifted her up and into his arms, not tending to his pants or his now softened cock. He lay her down on the bed for the moment and then quickly and hastily put himself away and fastened his pants once more before he picked her up again and took her to Mrs. B.

Estella was bathed, washed and cleaned up of all the cum that was on her and dripping from her bottom. She was once more in a nightgown with a sheer white robe and sitting in front of a vanity, staring at her empty reflection as Mrs. B brushed her hair. Her eyes were red and puffy from her crying, her body ached and she was falling asleep in the chair. That was when Mrs. B called for Goren and the big man carried her back to her room and lay her down, promptly tucking her into bed as well. He knelt down by her side on the ground beside her bed and he rest his arms on the edge, stroking her cheek. She lay on her stomach, her arms wrapped around a pillow and her face facing his.

“I am sorry.”
“I don’t blame you.” She whispered.
“You should.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t take pleasure in what he did to you. Just simply your soft body touching mine.” He whispered. It didn’t scare her when he said that. It just made tears come to her eyes all over again.
“I’m afraid for tonight.” She choked back a sob.

“Estella…”
“I don’t want it to be in front of all those people, in front of my aunt?” She whispered.
“Estella…”
”Do something. Anything, please.” She begged.

“What can I do?”
“You know.” He knew too. But he’d be in trouble if he did yet to deny her something over nothing, to break her.
“Please, Goren.” She lifted the blanket on her and scooted back to give him room. He heaved a heavy sigh before he stood, took his shoes off and his clothes and got into bed with her. He settled himself on top of her and hiked the hem of her nightgown up. Her hands came to rest on his shoulders as she looked up at him, feeling him against her.

“You’re hard.”
“You make me hard.” He leaned down and kissed her. It scared her and she made this shown by how her nails dug into his shoulders. It only caused him to groan deeply before he positioned himself to her virgin entrance. He told himself he was doing her a favor and he knew well of the consequences but he wasn’t going to deny her.

“Wait.” She gasped and looked up at him. “Will he send you away if he finds out?”
“That or probably worse.”
“Then you’d never be here again?” She asked.
He shook his head. She swallowed hard. “I don’t want you to go away Goren.”
“I don’t wish to go away either Estella.”
“Then you shouldn’t.”
”Perhaps then, I shouldn’t.” He moved off of her and left her so quickly, dressing. He leaned over the bed and pressed a kiss to her forehead as she adjusted the hem of her nightgown. “I am sorry, darling girl.”

She sniffled and wiped her eyes, turning to the side. “I’m sorry too.”

“Sleep now.” He stroked her hair and she nodded. “I’ll be right outside your door.”
And with that, he left her and Estella was soon drifting to sleep. She slept a dreamless sleep and was extremely comfortable, for what came later, she would need this much rest.
 
The coaches and carriages began to arrive just after the noon hour. Maids and servants scurried about providing rooms, carrying trunks, fetching refreshments, accomodating butlers and personal maids. The house was a beehive until super time.The guests all stayed on the third floor just above William and Estella's suites. There were more occupying the lower west wing of the manse.

At three o'clock William abruptly entered Estella's rooms through the side door to her chambers. Goren followed three paces behind. "You WILL wear the red dress today and you WILL, attend the late tea which begins in one hour, at four o'clock." He sat in the highbacked upholsterd chair. "Strip and sit here, on the floor and between my legs. Rest your haunches back on your heels, your hands on top of your thighs. Spread your knees," he used the toe of his boot to open her up. "That is your position whenever I am giving you instructions. Do it properly, every time, or I will hurt you."

"Now let me tell you about the rest of the day. At tea you will socialize. Be at your most charming best. Some of the guests reach as high as the royal family, so you will treat everyone with the regard that a young lady of breeding shows to the list of peers and nobles: dainty, chatty, polite and welcoming. They are guests in your house. Flit from group to group: a graceful, delicate butterfly. Be especially warm with your aunt Julia, a kiss on each cheek. All are aware that she is your blood relative: a Ballantrae. They know quite a bit about you and that may surprise you."

We will have a grand dinner beginning at six oclock, then retire to the reception room till eight oclock. At eight thirty all the guests and ourselves will retire to our chambers and dress specifically for the Hell Fire Club. You will wear this velvet choker and this garter.... that is all. Others will be dressed in various revealing and fetish costumes. Most of the outfits will display the members cock, cunt, ass, tits, and so on. Mrs. B will bath powder and add touches of rouge to your cheeks and nipples.

There will be various entertainments. Your auntie will be taken by six hired men. She will be taken harshly and savagely in all of her orifices. Any audience member will be asked to join in, if they so chose. Your auntie Julia has orchestrated the entire scenario so there will be a number of audience members performing quite lewd acts upon her body.

Next Lord and Lady Stoppard will use the X frame to punish and whip each other. They both enjoy giving and receiving pain. Then a pair of their servants will hogtie, cane and abuse them both together.

Finally, it will be our turn. You will be laid out on your back with your ankles and wrists manacled, in a spread eagle fashion. The audience will be asked to gather around you. I will fondle, spank and tweak various parts of you, in order to excite myself. Then, I will publicly fuck you, taking your maidenhead.

You are very lucky that your plans with Goren fucking your cunt, did not work out. Both of you would have paid dearly for the mishap. I can see you my Estella, from my chambers. I often look in on you. You have no idea what Goren was risking for your sake. He must care for you very much. That, is a bit of information that I will use wisely

Now, and listen carefully for your own good. If there is any brattiness today, any malingering, any disobedience, any surliness or plotting. There is an alternate plan for the evening. I will turn you over to the Duke of Warick: a famous sadist who will torture you unmercifully, I have even heard that he brought along his trained bull mastif, just in case he gets the opportunity to work you over. You will still lose your viginity with a public fucking but in this case by who, how many, or what, will be left up to the good Duke. Mrs. B can tell you what a monster he is."

There will be refreshments and a reception afterwards and then we shall all retire for the evening. Goren fetch Mrs. B to groom and dress Estella. Tea begins in one hour... the red dress, Estella. He stood and kissed Estella on top of the head then left her with Goren.
 
Estella woke a little bit later to the intruder in her room. Her eyes blinked open, blurry vision at first before focusing on the nightmare that entered in. She sat up slowly and bit her lower lip. She just woke up and she was already in trouble? Although with him she had a feeling she would always be in trouble. She wasn’t worried over what almost happened with Goren. It didn’t happen. She stopped him. She’d rather suffer through this and he still be here than to have her virginity taken properly the way she thought she deserved and he not be here and she in a bigger hell because of that transgression. She wouldn’t risk him that. She didn’t want anything to happen to him. She actually cared, which was saying something considering a couple of days ago, she wouldn’t have cared if she got him or Mrs. B in trouble. But quickly because of William’s harsh treatment towards her, she saw a new light and saw where she made huge errors in her life.

He didn’t have to tell her twice. She got up from the bed and stripped down of her robe and nightgown before she walked to where he sat. She sat down on her knees in front of him, her hands on her thighs and opening her thighs as he instructed. Her chin lowered and her eyes were planted on his feet. Then he began to speak and she listened.

So far, it seemed it wouldn’t be difficult. But then it got worse than she thought it could. She had to openly embrace and be kind to her aunt. She swallowed hard, her palms curling into fists on her thighs for a second or two before she relaxed them again, her anger somewhat placated. She didn’t want to be nice to her aunt. She hated that bitch. But she knew better than to defy William.

He continued on, explaining about some club. Oh, his club, sex club. She stayed quiet, looking up when he presented her with her outfit to wear for the club. A choke and garter, nothing more. She gulped before slowly casting her eyes from him to Goren and then down to the floor. She simply nodded her head and kept mum as she should, as she was getting very good at. Her body still had welts and bruises and was sore from his treatment. She wasn’t about to ask for more. She might later tonight unintentionally but not right now.

Her eyes widened as he spoke of a certain sadistic Duke and she worried her lower lip, fearful that she may do one wrong thing completely on accident and be punished with that silent threat. She swallowed the lump that rose up in her throat, her eyes watering. How had this become her life.
Her head bowed as he finished his speech for the day, including his mention of her and Goren almost having sex. She didn’t comment but she peeked up to see Goren’s face. He looked shameful almost, though whether it was because he almost slept with her or hadn’t, she couldn’t determine.

He finished and he soon left. Her eyes closed when he kissed her forehead. Even if it was William, she found a small comfort in it. At this point since she was meant to be broken down to complete shattered shambles and ruin, she would cling onto any kindness that now seemed to become a rarity, a rarity she abused and took for granted constantly. Somewhere in her, Estella believed she was completely deserving of everything happening to her. At the same time, she hoped it’d end and she’d be set free to go. Yet she had major doubts of ever being free again. She was practically sold.

After he left, Estella stayed on the ground, her head down and her face guarded by her hair to hide her emotions. All she saw next was a pair of knees dropping down slowly in front of her and a large hand coming to lift her chin. She started crying again. She did that a lot. She sniffled and her emerald green eyes met with Goren’s sad ones. She bit her lower lip and then looked to the side, no longer at his eyes. “I’m sorry. I got you in trouble.”

His arms wrapped around her and he kissed her forehead and just comforted her. He knew she’d need it. She had two friends in him and Mrs. B. Unfortunately, they couldn’t do much of anything else but this. Hopefully it’d be enough. They didn’t exchange any words. He just rocked her in his arms and let her cry until she was cried out for now. He stood and picked her up in his arms. Estella rest her head on his shoulder and let him carry her to Mrs. B where she was properly bathed, primped, pampered and looked almost like her former glory when she was dressed and made up. She was once more sitting in the chair while Mrs. B brushed her hair. “You look lovely in this dress Estella. I am sorry I called it what I did earlier.”

“It’s okay Mrs. B. It is a beautiful dress. All the more better to wine and dine his guests.”
“I’ve no doubt in you my dear.” She said softly, looking at her through the mirror.
“If he wants me to do that, then I’ll do that.”
“You sound like a woman on a mission.”
“I am.”
”Oh?”
“Oh yes, Mrs. B. I’m going to show him he can’t break me.”

Mrs. B stayed silent, as if she knew that wouldn’t be possible either.
“I can do it.”
“I’ve no doubt in you my dear.” Yet it didn’t sound as confident as it did when she said it before.

Estella stood after her hair was brushed and she was led out of the room, escorted by Goren to the engagement, of late tea. Once there, she instantly met eyes with her aunt and walked to her. She was all bright smiles as her hand touched the bare shoulder of her aunt, the sleeves of her dress designed to be off shoulder.
“Estella!” Estella saw the fakeness mirroring her own. Both ladies leaned in, Estella kissing her aunt’s cheek and her aunt doing the same. “You look stunning. I see you’re adjusting well here?” There was a glimmer in her eyes that suggested otherwise and Estella fought the urge to glare or basically take her aunt down right then and there. “I am. I can’t wait for tonight.” She lowered her voice. “I hear wonderful things about you from William.” She spoke softly. “I’m excited to watch.”

Her aunt’s lips twisted in a smirk and she sipped her tea daintily. “Likewise my dear. Likewise.” This made Estella’s face nearly drop as her aunt waved to her and walked away. She wanted to have the upper hand but she couldn’t. Because it’d be absolute and pure agony for when her time came, which she wasn’t looking forward to.

For the rest of the tea, Estella was a charming young woman as she was brought up to be and showcased it for all the world to see, well all of the guests that were there that is. She saw genuine stunned faces after she’d make her rounds.
Dinner came quicker than she thought. She didn’t meet William’s eyes if he was there or Goren’s. She did her duty as William’s ward. Even at dinner, Estella was sat beside her aunt and both women played their parts, gabbing and gossiping but the resentment was there in both of their eyes. Only someone like William might notice. No one else would. No, they were all too wrapped up in themselves.

Without a doubt, Estella had been the impeccable lady she was meant to be and raised to be. She chatted, charmed, entertained even during the time in the reception area where all simply lounged. She played the piano and sang. She did ballads and even more upbeat songs and many sang with her. It was joyful and jolly until the time came to get ready for the club. That was when her nerves started to get the better of her. Goren saw. He had been there all night, probably just to keep an eye on her. When people left, he came by her side at the piano and brushed his fingers along her arm. “My lady.” He whispered.
“Goren, it’s going to happen. There’s no avoiding it is there?” By now, it was once more just them two in the room alone. He sat down next to her on the piano bench and shook his head, a sigh coming from his mouth.

“Unfortunately.” He said softly and the back of his hand came to rub soothingly along her cheek before it molded around the back of her neck, half of his hand on her skin, the other in her hair. “You look beautiful tonight.” Estella had leaned her cheek into his hand and closed her eyes, tilting her head lightly. She opened her eyes and green eyes were on him. “Kiss me.” She whispered.

“My lady.” He hesitated.
“Please.” Neither of them were aware that someone was watching them, and of all people, it had to be her aunt. The other Lady Ballantrae.

Goren submitted and his hand around her neck moved to cup around her cheek before he pulled her towards him and kissed her. Estella kissed him back. She knew he was much older than her but she couldn’t help herself.
Her aunt grinned and she left the room, very quietly shutting the door before she went up and straight to William’s door. She knocked on his door hastily, waiting and when the door opened, she smiled to him, a sly smile but for him, it was meant to be innocent.

“Like you said, she’s with him. The Duke has been watching her all night. He’d be very delighted if you see fit to punish her in any way.” Her eyes were twinkling with the mischief behind her stupid niece’s demise. She clearly orchestrated, sending her first to William and not trying to push the extreme punishment on her.
 
Presently, William strode through their adjoining chamber door. He wore tight leather britches and leather straps woven across his torso. His large cock and balls swung obviously and freely through a cut out in the trousers. Mrs. B. was putting the final touches of rouge on Estella’s nipples as he entered. She kept her eyes averted trying not to stare at the master’s exposed cock.

William laughed, “Don’t be so coy Mrs. B. when I was a boy, father taught me everything erotic using your body: my first oral sex, my first anal sex, my first fuck, my first use of the cane. You were my classroom Mrs. B.: and now to act so shy...” He reached down and patted her on the cheek.

He held Estella at arms’ length and admired her beauty. “You will delight the assembled nobles and their playmates, my angel, delight and amaze them. Come we’ll collect Goren and then proceed to the club room.” He spun her about and delivered a pat to her backside. “It does not jiggle one iota... as splendid...chiselled ass... You make my cock grow with want.”

William took her by the hand and lead her down to the servants quarters. Goren had left Estella’s room as Mrs. B. entered. William threw open the door to his sparse room and the huge man stood completely naked except for a thick leather collar. William had them both turn around for each other. “Look at the sized of that weapon Estella. He is extending in spite of himself. And look how shy you both become seeing each other naked. It’s quite charming, arousing really. After tonight’s little performance, I shall direct the pair of you in an unbridled fuck session. I will enjoy that. You’ll have a few of the gentry’s mouths watering at the sight of that fuck pole, Goren.

Tonight, keep your eye constantly on Estella. Stay out of the way, against the wall but do not let her leave your sight. There are a few dangerous characters down there and I would not have her manhandled in anyway. Step in and stop anyone who attempts to touch her. That means her aunt as well. Ha, especially her aunt and her sidekick the Duke of Warick. You are her bodyguard tonight. It is your sole purpose for being there.”

The trio descended the stairs and entered the dimly lit room. It was a large reception room with a stage like structure at the far end. Seating was arranged around this area but at the moment the guests, about fifty in number, milled about the expansive room, imbibing or taking hors d’ouevres. It was as unlike any salon party one might ever imagine since none of the visitors covered their most private of parts. There were cocks of all shapes and sizes, in various states of arousal, from flaccid to demandingly erect. Women’s breasts, cunts and asses were all on display and adorned by a wealth of cut outs and supports. Some of the members allowed themselves to be stroked and fondled by friends and acquaintances. Many of the younger women were dressed like Estella, wearing merely a choker and a garter. Estella, aunt approached William and Estella as soon as she spied them entering. She too was dressed as Estella. At her side was and a long, sinister looking gentleman with flaming red hair, cold blue eyes and a twisted smile. He had a shock of red pubic hair atop his long penis. It pointed straight out as they neared Estella.

Lady Julia was stung by Estella’s loveliness. She had been the most attractive woman at these affairs for years but now she felt as if her young tits had drooped a bit and her ass sat not quite so high. She ached to see Estella suffer. “Estella, my darling... the Duke of Warick.” He strode up close to the girl, his excited cock inches from her naked body. If he inclined his body the head would surely have pressed against her flesh.
“Why, William she is a treasure... a treasure. I must have her for a weekend to Warick estates. I’ll give anything... absolutely anything... don’t be selfish...share and share alike... Look what she does to me, William.”
“I’m afraid Warick that we have all grown quire fond of the girl. She has captured the affection of myself and my entire household. I would not have her injured, or disfigured for all the world. And, you Sir Warick have very little control once you get started.”

The Duke laughed. “I might find a way yet William. You see if I don’t. They spoke to a number of other quests in the room as they made their way to a lounge situated in the front row of the theatrical seating. Once William and Estella sat the assembly all found places to observe the proceedings.
Lady Julia, walked up the center aisle of the chairs directly to a set of double doors. She threw them open and six men wearing only collars much like Goren’s stood with hands behind their backs. Every serving man or servant in the room wore only a similar collar. A sign of their rank. Lady Julia grabbed two of the middle men by their cocks and pulled them forward, the other four followed. “Chosen obviously for their magnificent cocks and balls.” Julia announced, she proceeded to suck each of them into full erection. She slurped and moaned hungrily as she went at their pricks ferociously. She pulled the largest man onto a table, lay him on his back and mounted his gigantic cock. She rode the cock facing the audience and squealing with delight. She summoned another of them to kneel behind and take her back passage. She soon had a cock in her mouth one in each hand, one in each passage and one masturbating and instructed to take the place of any who came early.

It was a fierce show of female wantonness which ended in a violent orgasm from Julia. She was covered in semen and her own fuck fluids and knelt on the table facing the audience. “Servants are to serve. One of our club rules, every servant is fair game. I had chosen certain members of the audience to produce my finale but I have changed my mind. Goren, will you come up here please.” Goren looked to William, who had no alternative but to nod his head.
“Such a magnificent cock. Quite the best in the room. Let me suck it to full splendor. Look at this, look at it’s length and girth. Do you store a gallon of cum in those tremendous balls of yours Goren? Mmmm. Now kiss me Goren, kiss me deeply like a lover.” She stared directly at Estella as she sucked and licked Goren’s cock; and again after she kissed him passionately. She slid to the edge of the table and spread her legs wide, her body glistened with cum and she directed his cock into her swollen open cunt. “Oh God, you are gigantic. You would split a young maiden in two. Fuck me. Harder. Faster.”

Soon she was off the table with her legs round Goren’s waist and her arms about his powerful neck. In spite of himself Goren began fucking her as he held onto her ass. When they came, Julia threw her head back and screamed. She was spent, done, fucked into exhaustion. She bowed, kissed Goren on the chest and strolled back to her seat. “He’s magnificent,” she remarked to William. “Is he for sale?” William smiled courteously. Rather, he watched the stage being prepared for Lord and Lady Stoppard....
 
Estella almost gasped when he walked through, his unannounced presence startling her and her lack of clothing. She was a little ashamed to be wearing so little as she was but she kept a façade. She was playing her part as instructed to do so but dreading the very end of all that was to come. She and Goren almost did in the little reception area after dinner but instead, he talked to her, helped her, comforted her and told her to keep a strong head on her shoulders. That no matter what happened, he and Mrs. B would be there to pick up the pieces. It calmed her down enough that she went up to get ready and was now having the finishing touches put on her but inside, she still trembled with intense nervousness and fear.

Green eyes perused over William and her eyes lingered on his magnificent cock. That’s what would be used to take her tonight, just like he took her back passage earlier. Her body still throbbed from his earlier dominance and from his previous encounters, especially when he beat her ass with the cane. She still had welts to which Mrs. B covered now but her bottom was still, regrettably, sore both from the beating and the pounding she took from William’s ever relentless cock. It shocked her when he said with much amusement to Mrs. B how he had practiced on her, that she was his teacher not by will it seemed, when he was younger. She had to resist shuddering physically. Poor woman. Endured so much yet she still could care for someone like her and help her. She understood, that’s why, that’s what Estella understood now.

When she was ready, Estella stood to be checked by him and she managed a light smile. Well at least he seemed kinder now and the rest shocked her. He was actually imploring Goren to keep his eyes on her and protect her even from any miscreant. She was touched but she had a feeling there was something more to it. She couldn’t help it from how she had been treated since she arrived here. What shocked her more though was William’s willingness to allow her and Goren to actually fuck. She thought about it now and was unsure if she’d be up for it later but also knew she’d have little to no say in the entire matter. Well, at least she knew Goren wouldn’t hurt her.

The three of them went down into the splendor and her eyes surveyed the entire room. Parts, more parts, more nakedness and unashamed behavior all around her. She gulped audibly, staying pressingly by Goren’s side until he was no longer there and she saw her aunt and a fiery red haired male. She gulped again. She had a prickling—not the good kind—feeling run down her back. That was the Duke. It had to be.
She was correct. She smiled sweetly to her aunt, ignoring her way of dress, even if it was identical to what she wore. A woman of her age shouldn’t be flaunting about. Though she sensed a sort of resentment from her, as if she noticed many eyes on her. She wanted to smile triumphantly and she did. Secretly and armoring it with a sweet smile. It was a real smile from Estella the entire evening.

Her eyes then traveled to the Duke and she swallowed hard. He was scary by his presence alone and when they spoke, when they talked about her like she wasn’t even there, every part of her shriveled up in fear on the inside and to her surprise, her hand found William’s in her own fear, as if silently pleading for him to not let her go to this man. She’d take William over the Duke any day and in a heartbeat. It made her be far more willing towards the idea of what he’d be doing to her late tonight. One show after the other and then him and her, together in front of everyone. She felt less afraid. It could be worse. She could be losing it all to the Duke and breaking to the point of no return, ever. At least with William, well she wouldn’t be completely shattered.

They sat before the entire evening’s entertainment began. Estella watched as her aunt took the stage and started about. She swallowed hard watching her, how eagerly she took all six of those men, full of wanton need and like the little whore she was. Her eyes narrowed and then she averted her gaze. When she thought it was finally over, she let out a breath. That actually seemed far more torturous than the thought of William taking her so savagely in front of everyone. But then it got worse than she ever imagined. Her aunt summoned Goren on stage. Estella sat up and opened her mouth to vocalize her protest but felt William’s hand on her bare leg, restraining her. Desperate green eyes shot to him but he didn’t stand down or stop her wench of an aunt. Her eyes turned back to see Goren up front with her aunt and she forced herself to look away from the disturbing spectacle. The entire time. She didn’t watch but she heard and she hated that Goren seemed to enjoy himself. It made her jealous. Really jealous.

Then it was over and she saw her aunt sit down next to William and she heard her comment and question. Estella’s face turned from that of shocked to instant anger and it took all she had not to pounce on the whore. She just screwed her face into a fake smile and tilted her head. “He might be. But then again so are you.” She looked her up and down. “Clearly.” Because the difference, her aunt did this by will, Estella did not.

Her aunt simply snorted and shook her head, craning her neck up to William. “Still not too late…” She sang quietly, referring to the Duke. Estella sat back and she watched as the stage was set up for the next show. Lord and Lady Stoppard, along with two servants waiting on standby for their part.
Estella was a bit intrigued by this one, mostly because of what they did to each other. Lord Stoppard took the Lady hard and savagely, spanked her ass with his hand, a flogger and then a cane. The entire time, the Lady showed to love it, especially the cane. Each time the cane came down on her very red behind, she cried out in pleasure and Estella looked away. It only brought back memories and the pain increased subconsciously the longer she sat on her bum. It seemed like it was over. To her surprise, Lady Stoppard recovered amazingly after that and was seen to be putting on a rather sizeable strap on. Estella’s eyes were glued to this spectacle, especially when she saw Lord Stoppard being completely handled by the Lady. Pushed to his knees to take the fake cock into his mouth and he sucked while she thrust her hips. Her jaw dropped and she couldn’t take her eyes away from it at all. She wasn’t really horrified. More like just completely shocked and in awe of the splendor, she couldn’t yet decide if it was a good thing or not.

Because he was sucking on it, it was no surprise that he was then fucked in his ass by the Lady. For some reason, perhaps the amount of intimacy between the Lord and Lady, Estella squeezed her legs tightly together as a surge of hotness and desire pooled between her legs. She gulped. She had never been aroused into this at all. She had been forced. She had never been properly prepared. It was just jumping into it. This moment, it was the first time she actually felt desire for this, aroused to do something, even when she almost did twice with Goren. That was a desperate need to have an idea of something before it was savagely taken from her. This was…real arousal, real desire and a bit of her fear was lifted. She was suddenly eager. Hell, if she could have her way, she’d want Goren up there too with her along with William when it came down to it.

When their servants intervened, they did what William said they would do. They tied both the Lady and Lord. There was a male servant and a female servant. The male servant tended to the Lady while the female tended to the Lord. They did dirty things. It was like a big orgy-fuck-fest on that stage and Estella was doing all she could not to pant loudly or erratically, it was so hot. She had never felt this hot and bothered before, ever! Yet here she was now, sitting and watching and breathing through her nose like she was angry. No, she was breathing through her nose so she didn’t breathe through her mouth and sound as desperate as she felt. It was truly a sickening feeling yet she couldn’t help herself. By the time the Lord and Lady were done and stepped down, Estella was wet, dripping wet and really now looking forward to the next show. Hers, with William. She was actually looking forward to it if it meant it might sate whatever she was feeling. It was so foreign and new, it scared her even more than before yet it didn’t stop her from the question that was bubbling up her throat.

She leaned towards William and her hand moved over his on her leg. “Do you think Goren can join us?” She was almost out of breath as she asked it. She didn’t mean to be or maybe she did. Maybe she wanted William to see that she was coming around. Slowly. Enough to find this spectacle arousing at all and wanting what they had. Wanting that to happen to her. She wanted William. She wanted Goren. She wanted all eyes on her as she was fucked for the very first time, technically. She wanted to be dirty and filthy and be the object of every man’s desire in that room, even every woman’s too. She wanted it all. Estella Ballantrae was ready for the biggest performance of her life and even more importantly, looking forward to it.
 
A surprised smile crossed William's face as he felt Estella's hand cover his as she asked demurely “Do you think Goren can join us?” There was a throaty lusting sound in her voice. William had suspected that this spirited, intelligent girl had the potential to become a highly sexed, little siren. She certainly had the imagination and the strength of will. Her natural inclination to 'get her own way' and to dominate her school mates, teachers, underlings, bespoke a natural vamp.

William stood, bowed to Estella and took her hand. He lead her up to the center of the stage and motioned for her to turn slowly around like a statue on a pedestal. As she was doing so he summoned Goren up and onto the stage. William stood on one side of Estella and Goren on the other. "Take a cock in each hand," William whispered to Estella. "Lead us forward to the front of the stage, just as your beloved Auntie had done. Make the crowd compare the two of you. Make her jealous with your youth and beauty...Wound her."

Estella lead William and Goren to the foot of the stage, cleverly imitating her aunts walk and pose. Since the two women shared similar coloring and stature, the audience was forced to make the comparison. They burst into spontaneous applause and laughter. William allowed her to stand for nearly a minute, soaking in her triumph. Then, he lead her over to the 'X' frame where Lord and Lady Stoppard had been bound. He fastened on wrist and had Goren fasten the other, Goren and he then both secured her ankles.

The 'X' frame sat on a support with a small crank and William turned it. The entire frame began to incline backwards. Eventually, Estella was lying back with her head slightly higher than her feet. "Those of you who want to see our angel deflowered, feel free to step up and gather around." There was a rush as the members clustered about. "Stand back and allow us both to move around her ripe little body... Lovely is she not? Those of you who know how to read the signs can see that she is ready to be taken. Look at her breasts heave, her mouth is swollen with desire her cheeks red with want, and she is rose colored from her neck to her chest. I don't know if I have seen anything so delicious. Goren you will move around opposite me and mirror my every move."

William walked along Estella's right side dragging his hand softly from her arm pit to her knee and Goren did the same on her left. Then, William took her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger; he rolled it, then pulled on it, pinching it between his fingers. Goren performed the actions exactly. While pulling on her nipple they both slapped the underside of her breasts, causing them to turn a pink color. There were moans and sighs from the clustered audience. Some members pulled on their own cocks or fingered their cunts, others performed that service for one who stood beside them. None however took their eyes off the writhing Estella.

William moved down to her hips as did Goren. They simultaneously caressed the inside of her thighs. They moved in such harmony that it was difficult to tell who indeed lead the movements. Both men began to slap Estella's inner thighs. Estellla reacted differently to the stimulation now and William smiled at her wantonness. Slowly their hands inched towards her cunt. When they did touch her pussy it was with each hand covering half of her cunt and thigh. They opened her up. "She is ready... can you all see...look at that glistening cunt. Goren go and place your cock in her hand, I am going to fuck her.

Goren moved up the frame to where Estella's wrists were bound and placed his huge extended cock in her hand. Her hands were cuffed up and above her in a complete spread eagle fashion. Goren was so aroused that he immediately began pumping his hips. William warned him not to cum.

Now, William stepped up and with his left hand he spread her cunt lips wide. With his right, he took hold of his steel stiff cock and brought the head of it to her clit. With his cock head oozing pre=cum he played with her clit. Using his tip to encircle it then rub up and down and across it. Finally, he could stand it no longer and placed his cock at her opening. With one deep and powerful thrust of his legs and ass he penetrated her fully. His cock sank into Estella till his pubic hair meshed into her mound. He stayed there, still, frozen, his eyes closed as he felt the entirety of her vagina. Her tight virginal passage clenched round the length of his cock. Then, he felt it begin to pulse. Ripples of muscles began to work his cock. He knew that she was now ready to fuck.

At first he gave long slow thrusts, almost completely out then back in to the hilt: Long, deep strokes. Then, his pace quickened. He still kept them as long as before but began to pump. Gradually the pace quickened and the strokes grew shorter. She found each change of rhythm and matched it. Then he was fucking her, as fast and hard as he could. Now reaching for his own orgasm. He lost his sense of place and situation and let his own lust trust his cock. William threw back his head and roared as he shot a thick hot load deep into Estella. He had ached to fuck her since he spied her through the curtains of his carriage and now he fucked out his orgasm, draining his balls into her gorgeous cunt. He withdrew and held her cunt open with both hands. His own cum and streaks of her blood dripped enticingly and William knelt and kissed her oozing pussy.

He walked up and around the frame till he was standing beside her head. He signaled for Goren to take his place between her legs. Goren opened her up tenderly and brought his massive cock head to her swollen pussy. "Forgive me my Lady." Goren mouthed to Estella but his own lust pushed him forward. William took his softening cock in his hand and began to run it over Estella's cheek and jaw line. He stared down at her as Goren thrust his cock into her for the first time. He watched her as Goren stretched her cunt with his thick cock then began to fuck. When they were fucking at full thrust and rhythm, William pushed his cock into her lips and began to pump, fucking her mouth.

The two men fucked Estella, until Goren exploded inside her, filling her cunt to instant overflow. The cum squished and squirted out of her as Goren twitched out his entire load. William pulled out as Goren did. Both men were spent....
 
Her eyes lit up so bright and she could see the delight on his face. No longer was she terrified. She was still scared but it wouldn’t hold her back from enjoying. She had nothing to be ashamed of, as all these people clearly showed her. She had no shame to want to be fucked, to be deflowered and to be on display for everyone to see. No, if Lord and Lady Stoppard’s show taught her anything was that arousal can come from the strangest, most random and uncalled for places. It was nothing to be ashamed of. Instead now, she was soaking wet, her cheeks were flushed and her heart race with excitement for her show. It was further reinforced by how William was being with her.

Standing with him, she entered upon the stage and did as he said, turning like a statue, slowly and deftly in a slow-motioned twirl and letting the audience, both male and female, take a real good look at her. She noticed Goren come up on stage and that further fueled her excitement. His cock was large, grand, hard and ready for her.

Her lips twitched in a smile as she grabbed each cock, holding them in her gentle and dainty hands before doing as she was told and walked forward, leading both men. The crowd’s reaction was a gem but what made her look as smug as she did now was seeing her Aunt’s face fall. That’s right bitch. They loved Estella, adored her and she marveled in the attention, the girl from before coming out from beneath her own shambles to take her place in the spotlight. This was her time. No one would take it away from her, no one would shame her. Her body was ready for the taking. Double-taking.

They got her ready, put her on the structure and shackled her in before tilting it back so she was sort of horizontal but not completely, enough for her to see over, her green eyes finding the audience, her green eyes finding both men at her side. She watched and then her eyes closed and they began the torture. No, it wasn’t that kind of torture she had been accustomed to by William the past few days. It was different, nicer, and definitely pleased her. She couldn’t help the moans that came from her, couldn’t help the way her body writhed, couldn’t help how her nipples hardened into stiff pebbled peaks and definitely couldn’t help how much wetter she became. Both men’s touch was divine and mixed with a heady combination of powerful but lustful, no pain involved. Each spank, she arched her back and took, moaning her delight and pleasure as each sting spurred her body on, coursing through it and straight to her ever wet pussy.

Then the time came. Her mind had skipped over all that both men, namely William said. Her body was ready to be fucked and she didn’t want to wait more. She didn’t want to be kept waiting any longer. Her hand felt the stiffness of a cock and when she looked up, she saw Goren right there. Her fingers wrapped around his thick length and she pumped freely as much as she could considering her bound wrists until he took over and then she felt William enter her after a brief bout of teasing her. She cried out in pain and pleasure with his swift thrust and entrance into her tight cunt and her eyes squeezed shut now. She was panting already, her hips pushing into his, she could feel her walls tighten and clench around him and her body start that inward shake. Oh, she was so more than ready. She wanted more already.

Her moans were loud with each thrust when he got faster. She had soft whimpers come from her when he started out slow and when he build up his pace and the dexterity of his thrusts, she groaned loudly, moaned loudly, cried out and was at screaming when he came. She didn’t cum. She didn’t have an orgasm. But oh was she close. She almost whimpered if it were not for what came next. Goren was next and she licked her lips as she watched him take his place. She saw no need for his apology. She wanted this, she wanted him. “Don’t be.” She whispered, her eyes taking that on a look of sincere passion for him and welcomed him to enter her. Her head tilted back as he did, her eyes closed and she moaned louder, the build up of her orgasm taking place once more and she was thrown into a world of absolute ecstasy as she writhed beneath him. He came and so did she, long and hard, her first orgasm and oh so powerful. Both men were spent. Estella was spent. She breathed hard, her head lolled onto her shoulder and she feeling the aftershocks of such pleasure, of such an orgasm.

She felt a hand along her thigh and she smiled tiredly until she felt a cock at her entrance. Both men were spent, yet how was there a cock about to penetrate her? Her eyes dashed open and she lifted her head to see and she saw the Duke right there, positioned. Everyone else was still groping, touching, fucking and fondling each other, except for the Duke who was pushed to a new limit, hard as fuck and willing to risk it all just for a taste of her gorgeous, sopping wet and dripping pussy. “Nn-no!” She cried out, her ankles and wrists tugging at her restraints to try and push him away. “S-Stop!” She breathed until she felt his impossibly large cock enter her in a swift, hard thrust, burying himself in her.
 
William stood back a look of deep satisfaction spread across his face. The three of them had put on quite a show. The crowd assembled and pressed in upon them and there were cheers, chatter and comments all around. They were excited about the new princess of the "Hell Fire Club." Her beauty and passion had captivated them all. He looked from spectator to spectator gathered about Estella. He then heard her call out “Nn-no!” then . “S-Stop!” The Duke had positioned himself between Estella's splayed and manacled thighs.

His first instinct was to jump in and forcebly remove him from his station. But, the audience was reaching a fever pitch as they realized the Duke was about to fuck her. He reached a hand across Goren's chest as he shared William's instinct to stop the attack. William bowed to the will of the crowd was he not meant to provide entertainment for the club? Had they ever before reached such heigths of group arousal. He knew the Duke. He knew that this was to be a sadistic fuck. It was the only way he found sexual relief.

William was relegated to observer and he too was being observed by Estella's aunt Julia. She had hoped Estella would prove a toy a trinket to this man, and would endear him to her. Instead William now cared more for Estella than he did for her. She would put an end to this nonesense.

She smiled at Estellas screams as the Duke's punishing cock ripped into her already well fucked cunt. He was fucking her with a cold fury. He took both his hands and sunk them into her sensitive breasts. He grabbed handfuls of flesh and pulled her whole torso off the frame stetching her tits as they bore the weight of her entire body. Then he began to twist. A wicked grin crossed his face as he tortured the girl's breasts and rape fucked her.

"Julia." he called out to his companion. "Remove my belt." He continued to both fuck and lift her off the platform by her tits. Like the rest of the assembly he was in costume, with a frontpiece cut away to allow his legthy cock to show and his belt was infact a series of leather thongs fastened in a loop at the end.

Julia gleefully undid the flogger and handed it to her companion. He released Estella's deeply bruised and reddened breasts and began to flog her injured tits repeatedly with the whip. As the girl screamed and writhed his excitement increased. "I need you for a weekend my cunt. He spoke. I need to break that beautiful body, that will. I will have you. You shall see. He fucked her at full speed with deep and savage strokes and he beat her breasts and nipples like the flank of an unruly horse.

Julia was pinching and digging her nails into one tender spot on her niece's left thigh. She stood behind the Duke peering in and taking absolute delight in her nieces plight. She worked her nails and grip like a vice on one increasingly tender spot on her inner thigh.

She sneered as the Duke rode himself into a pique and he began to pump his massive load inside Estella's already overflowing cunt. As he came his blows only became more savage till he finally pulled out and stood over her panting for air. He watched the laods of cum oozing out of the girl and dripping onto the stage floor in a splat, splat, splat sound.

Savagely he reached behind himself and grabbed Julia by the hair. He forced her down and onto her knees and pushed her face into her nieces cunt. "Clean up my bitch. Clean up your niece for us all to see.

Again he went at Estella's tits. He enjoyed torturing one sensitive area over and again until the victim begged for mercy. He never felt finished with a subject until he had done so to every part of her body. It was her tits that he wanted this time. He leadned forward pressing Julia's face deeper into Estella as he did so. He began to slap Estella's burning breasts and nipples. At the same time he spoke to Julia. "Eat her cunt, bring her to another orgasm. Make her twist and dance with your mouth."

His face was red and sweating. William did step in now, and pull him back gently, he backed off easily: he was that spent. William left Julia on her knees, making sluicing, squishing noises with her tongue and lips. She had begun to indulge and savour her ministrations on the girl's swollen pussy. He and the crowd watched the two women one a younger and one an older version of the other. The effect was hypnotic.
 
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