Morning did not start well.
He was starting to wonder if he could stand Rosie's voice. Then again after today she could be gagged, or taught to shut up. He actually would enjoy that, string her up and every word she uttered earning her a lash across that pink skin. How long would it take her to understand that? How much of her body would be covered in red streaks? How much would she sob and wail as leather hit her skin?
The dress had not fit her, she was taller, more curvaceous, so he had told her to wear the night clothes till they arrived. No one would see her. She had spent the time explaining in detail what gowns she wanted. He spent the time imaging what he would do. He would still take her to the work room. He would take her there, hearing her scream as Mina had. She wouldn't be wearing Mina's gown, then again Mina hadn't worn it long that night.
She finally shut up as they rode into the estate, suddenly greed lit the washed out blue eyes, "Oh it's so big.. and pretty?" A simpering giggle, "I bet your wife must adore the gardens."
He put on his court manners, "Alas with all the upheaval I have had to delay the joys of wife and heirs. Choices have been rather limited."
Her smile was almost predatory, she was counting herself as a possible wife and judging just how much she could get from him. That was it, he had wanted more time to prepare a perfect introduction, but the noble bitch, As all her ilk she cared nothing for anyone or anything save gold. She would not think twice of ridding herself of an unwanted babe if it meant she could have a better.. more wealthy match. She would sleep with any man who offered her trinkets. She would abandon home, husband and son for some one who was a little more powerful. Or she would have. Rosie would never leave this estate.
He dropped all pretense as he entered the house, grabbing her by the arm and half dragging her, "Come along Rosie, time for your new life."
"My name is Lady Vylana. And you are hurting me you brute. When I tell my parents..."
"Your mother is dead. Your father remarried and lives on her estate in another country. He won't be returning and hasn't bother looking for his former wife's bastard."
Rosie coughed and sputtered and tried to pull lose, "Let me go you beast! You lying beast!"
He whirled and slapped her full across the face, a white hand print for a moment that then turned bright red, "I am a beast, but I am not lying. You are now Rosie, and you are my whore. I will fuck your mouth, cunt and ass, I will turn your skin black and blue, I will make you crawl like a animal and beg me to use you."
Now her eyes held fear and she started to shake and struggle more, he simply dragged her into the work room, half tossing her toward the middle then locking the door. She had stumbled and fallen, now trying to crawl backward away from him. He snagged one ankle and pulled her back to the middle. She was shrieking already and cursing him like a low born farm brat. The night robe had come undone and was easy to tear off her, a hand at the throat of the thin under gown had it ripping down the middle.
"I see I will have to teach you how to bathe properly." He pinched some of the woolly blond fleece between her legs and pulled sharply, "At least the blond hair is natural. I don't have to arrange for it to be bleached regularly. But these curls will be stripped off. "
Rosie had shrieked and was trying to protest, trying to kick and fight, it amused him for a few moments to allow it. Then he flipped her over using shreds of the nightgown to bind her hands to knees forcing her to kneel on the floor, head down and ass in the air. He let her scream and rage at him as he walked toward a table, stripping his clothing slowly. His cock was already half hard just thinking of what he was going to do.
"I think that the first thing I will address is that mouth. Rather the sounds coming out of it. The sooner you learn I don't want to hear you talk the better." He found a leather strap meant to hold one of the training dummies to the wall, a long thick strap he slapped it against his hand. The sound causing Rosie to look at him, eyes widening at his nudity and trying to escape again, useless really with how he had her bound.
More cursing and he straddled her, his legs keeping her from rolling to her side and giving him a perfect angle to start decorating her plump white ass. Two blows, one on each cheek made her scream, now that sound he would allow. Then the torrent of high pitched squeals as she compared him to every base animal she knew. For each word the leather strap descended and the room was filled with the slap of leather against skin and her rage. Then the words became to sobs and moans, he ceased and admired the now red striped ass that wiggled below him. Reaching down to stroke and squeeze. "Done? "
More shrieking, he smiled and resumed turning her ass into a checkered landscape of pain. As soon as she stopped talking, he stopped. The moment she started he started, five more times before Rosie figured out how to hold her tongue. His cock was hard now and he moved to kneel behind her, "So Rosie.. how many farm boys have you let plow your slit? " She shook her head and he slapped her already reddened ass cheek, "Don't lie to me. You are noble born, nothing but a slut who spreads her legs for any cock that comes along."
More sobs and head shaking side to side. He rubbed the thick head of his cock through her folds, somewhat surprised to find her slick not dry as he thought. He drove hard into her and savored the wail of agony, but nothing blocked his way, tight, but not pristine. "Still want to convince me you aren't a whore Rosie? Then again, you want to convince me you are. Because THIS is the only use I have of you." He punctuated the word with a violent thrust. "Your cunt, your ass, your mouth, the only purpose they have is to milk my cock. The only purpose you have to to be fucked by me. Isn't that right Rosie?"
Again she shook her head sobbing, "Vylana..." whimpered out.
