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And She Was Beautiful...Poor Thing
Chapter One: There Was a Barber and his Wife
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Judge Turpin glanced around the room. He knew that she would be there, she had to. She had yet to learn of her husband’s... departure... and he knew that she would come to his house as gaily as he wanted. After all, his note gave nothing away:
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Mrs. Barker,
I am having a few guests over to my house this evening, and they are most interested in your husband’s business. No doubt this will be advantageous to your family, and I intend for it to be a formal dinner. Please accept my invitation. I will arrange care for your daughter, and your husband has asked me to inform you of his going away briefly. I hope to see you tonight.
Sincerely,
The Honorable Judge Turpin
P.S You look marvelous in violet.
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He smiled at his cleverness. After tonight, she would be his. After tonight, she would forget all about that barber. She deserved a better life. She was beautiful and light. Curves made for a man, and a heart for the angels. She would be forced to admit that she was a widow, and then he would marry her. After all, it was the least he could do for a...disgraced...widow. Poor thing.
He entered the drawing room with a confident air. He was wearing a sharp suit of burgundy, and he noticed that his other “guests” were also dressed well. However, his gaze fell to the breathtaking beauty in the center of the crowd. She had worn violet, as he hoped. Her strawberry blonde locks were piled atop her head in a loose but stylish fashion. Her dress fit her womanly curves magnificently, and she smiled and laughed at something said by a man in green. Jealousy flared red and angry in the judge, and he realized that now was the time. As planned, he gave the signal for the crowd to depart. As expected, the men seemed disappointed to leave, but they knew better than to cross Turpin. Lucy looked around in confusion, and turned her startled sapphire gaze to the distinguished judge. However, he looked different tonight. He looked dangerous. She suddenly felt trapped, and moved to follow the crowd out the door. However, the judge moved fast for someone older than she, and shut and locked the door before turning to face her. She looked wildly about for an escape, but there was none. No other door, and the window shade was drawn. And now, even the excited chatter of the departing guests had ceased. All that could be heard was the loud beating of her heart.
“Judge Turpin, is there something you wish to speak to me of?”
There was a slight tremble to her voice, but she forced herself not to retreat when he moved away from the door towards her.
He smirked at her expression and stood directly before her, towering a good foot above her petite frame.
“Yes, Lucy. I wish to speak of your husband.”
With a surprised look, she breathed a sigh of relief.
“Yes, what about Benjamin?”
At the mention of the hated barber’s name, and in such an endearing tone, Turpin bristled.
“He’s dead.”
At first she didn’t register the statement. Then, she laughed.
“That is preposterous, my grace. I saw him just this morning.”
“Yes, my dear, but the carriage accident was sudden and unexpected.”
At the gravity of his tone, she sobered. No... no, it couldn’t be. This was impossible. She must get home. Benjamin would be waiting for her as always with a cup of tea and kiss. She moved towards the door and desperately attempted to open it. It wouldn’t budge.
“Lucy, he won’t be there. He’s gone.”
She shook her head without turning and denied it.
“No... you are wrong. I would have felt an emptiness. He’s fine.”
With a sigh, the judge prepared to lie once again. He moved to her back and put his large hands on her shoulders.
“My darling, he is no more. I am truly sorry, but maybe I can help.”
She turned now, lost in thought. She gasped at his closeness and whispered hoarsely, just wishing to get away.
“How?”
As if she had just offered him the world, he pressed her against the door and put his mouth to her dainty ear. Whispering in a silky tone,
“Like this.”
He licked her earlobe and she shuddered in revulsion. Where was Benjamin? Surely he would come through the door any minute and pull the man off of her. Where was he? The judge moved lower and sucked on her pulse point. This broke her out of her reverie, and she came to. She pushed hard against his chest and sent him backwards in surprise. That surprise quickly turned to anger, and he moved forward to slap her roughly on her cheek. When she felt her cheek warm, she glared daggers at him.
“Do not touch me!” Her voice practically screamed.
“Oh, my pet, I will do just that, and much more.”
His sinister smile and promise brought chills to her spine and she ran towards the window. Once again, he was too fast and she found herself yanked by the hair and thrown to the ground. A soft bearskin rug cushioned her fall slightly, but his heavy body pressed her painfully into the floor. With a slight growl, he attacked her mouth. In her surprise, her mouth had been slightly opened. At this incident of luck, Turpin thrust his tongue inside and devoured her mouth. He had never tasted anything so sweet. She attempted to bite him, but he pulled out quickly and slapped her other cheek even harder than before.
“Play nicely, or you’ll regret it.”
She noticed the determined set of his jaw and shook her head.
“No.”
A muscle in his jaw ticked and he thrust his hand against her throat, nearly strangling her. She coughed and grabbed at his hands, flailing her legs helplessly. Her face turned red and she stared at him in silent begging.
“If you’ll just cooperate, I’ll let go. Just nod your agreement.”
At her refusal, yet again, he squeezed tighter. She began to lose consciousness, and realized that rape was better than death. She had a baby girl. In defeat, she nodded weakly. Immediately, he released her windpipe, and she sucked glorious air into her already sore throat. His demeanor changed entirely, and he smiled.
“Good girl, now... just lay back and enjoy the ride.”
She looked back in worry, and he took a pocket knife out of his pocket.
“Such a shame to ruin a perfectly lovely gown, but I will buy you a new one.”
He took the blade and ripped violently along the front of her bodice, nearly cutting her skin in the process. With a hungry gaze, he wrenched the two uneven sides apart and stared with awe at her glorious bosom. The child had filled them out gloriously, and her waist was slightly fuller. Just the way he liked it. She was still well proportioned, however, and worthy of all the compliments she received. Jarring himself from his thoughts, he noticed she looked up at him with tears in her blue depths. She had never looked so alluring. With a groan, he attacked her breasts. Suckling and feasting until she yelped in pain at the appearance of his teeth. Grinning insanely, he quickly bunched her skirt up and undid his fly. His erection was straining painfully against his slacks, and needed to be buried inside of her... now. With one last tug, his member sprang forth against her now bare thigh. She tried to arch away, but she was trapped. He breathed heavily and thrust his fingers against her opening. She was completely dry, and she yelped in discomfort. He didn’t let this bother him though, and simply spit on his hand to lubricate his cock. With no further ado, he positioned himself at her opening and turned her face sharply to look at him. She cried in earnest and he rejoiced as he surged forward. He paused in pure delight. She stiffened and fell quiet, as he basked in the pleasure that was certainly beyond heaven. She was as snug as a young virgin, but warm as a harlot. It was addicting. She was addicting. The child bearing had almost no effect on her womanhood, and this gave him such a pleasure that he vowed to make her happy with every ounce of his being. Realizing he could wait no longer, he pulled out and thrust back in. Repeating this quickly brought her eyes closed and silent sobs to mix with her gasps of pain. His face was so blissful, that one might think he had gone to the angels. He certainly felt that he had. His pace became frantic, and he pulled her legs up and around his waist. This new angle brought a groan from him and a whimper from her. He began to move frantically and sweat pooled on his brow. She squeezed her eyes tight and tried to focus on anything but the present. He was entirely immersed in the same present. His dreams had finally come true, and he smiled in rapture as his body tightened and soon emptied itself endlessly into her womb. She choked in distress as she felt him flood her, and he collapsed to her side after holding himself taut for a few moments after his ultimate finish. She turned away and stayed horizontal. She didn’t have the motivation to stand. Her life was ruined. Everything was wrong. He vaguely noted that her warmth had left slightly, and in that bereft feeling, he turned towards her and wrapped her in his still clothed arms. He kissed her neck and she shuddered. He could easily pretend that this was from pleasure, and he smiled against her creamy and pale skin.
“You have pleased me very much, Lucy, and I assure you that I will make you happy.”
With no answer in her mind, she fell into a fretful sleep. He pulled a blanket from the sofa and covered them gently. He watched her sleep for a while before succumbing himself into a world of joyous dreams and proclamations of love. Their dreams were quite different.
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Johanna awoke with a start. She was almost certain that she was dreaming of her mother, but she had no idea what her mother looked like. This woman looked a great deal like Johanna, though, and she had such a sad look in her eyes. It broke her heart. Looking outside, she noticed that it was well into morning. Soon, the Judge would be coming through the door and insisting she start her lessons.
As predicted, at that exact moment, the Judge came through the door. He used to knock when she was a little girl, but now he simply walked through. He was also very quiet when he came in, almost as if not to awaken her. In fact, there were many times when she would wake up to find him gently shaking her. Almost tenderly. It was actually quite scary. She never knew how long he had been watching her sleep. As he came through the door and quietly shut it behind him, she moved away from the window. She noticed him looking at her with a certain gleam in his eye, and she was suddenly very self-conscious in only her nightgown and wrap. She pulled the sides of her robe closer around her and tried to smile for her guardian.
“Good morning, sir.”
“Oh, Johanna. How many times must I ask you to call me Gabriel?”
Johanna forced a smile and turned to her bedstand to wash her face. As she splashed the cold water on her neck she noticed with a start that he stood behind her in the mirror. She quickly turned around and gasped.
“You... you startled me, si... Gabriel.”
At the use of his first name, he smiled and reached forward to wrap one of her strawberry blonde ringlets around his finger. It was a very awkward situation, and she tried to move back, but the table prevented that. He moved closer still and put his arms on either side of her. Leaning forward, he seemed almost ready to whisper something in her ear, but thought better of it and backed away. Taking a deep breath, she straightened up and turned around to continue her morning toilette. He took one long look at her back before clearing his throat softly and saying, rather gruffly, that her lessons were to be canceled that day. She was to dress and be downstairs in one hour to take an outing.
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Author’s Note: Bonjour! I hope you will enjoy this story, even if I may take a while to update in between. Please review…compliments and constructive criticism are rewarded with something of the reader’s choice… (nothing of monetary value…lol…sorry), and flames are kept as they are proof that you took precious time out of your day to read a story that you can’t say anything nice about. Yay for first chapters!
Love and Water,
~Christa McGinn*
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Judge Turpin glanced around the room. He knew that she would be there, she had to. She had yet to learn of her husband’s... departure... and he knew that she would come to his house as gaily as he wanted. After all, his note gave nothing away:
**********************************************************************
Mrs. Barker,
I am having a few guests over to my house this evening, and they are most interested in your husband’s business. No doubt this will be advantageous to your family, and I intend for it to be a formal dinner. Please accept my invitation. I will arrange care for your daughter, and your husband has asked me to inform you of his going away briefly. I hope to see you tonight.
Sincerely,
The Honorable Judge Turpin
P.S You look marvelous in violet.
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He smiled at his cleverness. After tonight, she would be his. After tonight, she would forget all about that barber. She deserved a better life. She was beautiful and light. Curves made for a man, and a heart for the angels. She would be forced to admit that she was a widow, and then he would marry her. After all, it was the least he could do for a...disgraced...widow. Poor thing.
He entered the drawing room with a confident air. He was wearing a sharp suit of burgundy, and he noticed that his other “guests” were also dressed well. However, his gaze fell to the breathtaking beauty in the center of the crowd. She had worn violet, as he hoped. Her strawberry blonde locks were piled atop her head in a loose but stylish fashion. Her dress fit her womanly curves magnificently, and she smiled and laughed at something said by a man in green. Jealousy flared red and angry in the judge, and he realized that now was the time. As planned, he gave the signal for the crowd to depart. As expected, the men seemed disappointed to leave, but they knew better than to cross Turpin. Lucy looked around in confusion, and turned her startled sapphire gaze to the distinguished judge. However, he looked different tonight. He looked dangerous. She suddenly felt trapped, and moved to follow the crowd out the door. However, the judge moved fast for someone older than she, and shut and locked the door before turning to face her. She looked wildly about for an escape, but there was none. No other door, and the window shade was drawn. And now, even the excited chatter of the departing guests had ceased. All that could be heard was the loud beating of her heart.
“Judge Turpin, is there something you wish to speak to me of?”
There was a slight tremble to her voice, but she forced herself not to retreat when he moved away from the door towards her.
He smirked at her expression and stood directly before her, towering a good foot above her petite frame.
“Yes, Lucy. I wish to speak of your husband.”
With a surprised look, she breathed a sigh of relief.
“Yes, what about Benjamin?”
At the mention of the hated barber’s name, and in such an endearing tone, Turpin bristled.
“He’s dead.”
At first she didn’t register the statement. Then, she laughed.
“That is preposterous, my grace. I saw him just this morning.”
“Yes, my dear, but the carriage accident was sudden and unexpected.”
At the gravity of his tone, she sobered. No... no, it couldn’t be. This was impossible. She must get home. Benjamin would be waiting for her as always with a cup of tea and kiss. She moved towards the door and desperately attempted to open it. It wouldn’t budge.
“Lucy, he won’t be there. He’s gone.”
She shook her head without turning and denied it.
“No... you are wrong. I would have felt an emptiness. He’s fine.”
With a sigh, the judge prepared to lie once again. He moved to her back and put his large hands on her shoulders.
“My darling, he is no more. I am truly sorry, but maybe I can help.”
She turned now, lost in thought. She gasped at his closeness and whispered hoarsely, just wishing to get away.
“How?”
As if she had just offered him the world, he pressed her against the door and put his mouth to her dainty ear. Whispering in a silky tone,
“Like this.”
He licked her earlobe and she shuddered in revulsion. Where was Benjamin? Surely he would come through the door any minute and pull the man off of her. Where was he? The judge moved lower and sucked on her pulse point. This broke her out of her reverie, and she came to. She pushed hard against his chest and sent him backwards in surprise. That surprise quickly turned to anger, and he moved forward to slap her roughly on her cheek. When she felt her cheek warm, she glared daggers at him.
“Do not touch me!” Her voice practically screamed.
“Oh, my pet, I will do just that, and much more.”
His sinister smile and promise brought chills to her spine and she ran towards the window. Once again, he was too fast and she found herself yanked by the hair and thrown to the ground. A soft bearskin rug cushioned her fall slightly, but his heavy body pressed her painfully into the floor. With a slight growl, he attacked her mouth. In her surprise, her mouth had been slightly opened. At this incident of luck, Turpin thrust his tongue inside and devoured her mouth. He had never tasted anything so sweet. She attempted to bite him, but he pulled out quickly and slapped her other cheek even harder than before.
“Play nicely, or you’ll regret it.”
She noticed the determined set of his jaw and shook her head.
“No.”
A muscle in his jaw ticked and he thrust his hand against her throat, nearly strangling her. She coughed and grabbed at his hands, flailing her legs helplessly. Her face turned red and she stared at him in silent begging.
“If you’ll just cooperate, I’ll let go. Just nod your agreement.”
At her refusal, yet again, he squeezed tighter. She began to lose consciousness, and realized that rape was better than death. She had a baby girl. In defeat, she nodded weakly. Immediately, he released her windpipe, and she sucked glorious air into her already sore throat. His demeanor changed entirely, and he smiled.
“Good girl, now... just lay back and enjoy the ride.”
She looked back in worry, and he took a pocket knife out of his pocket.
“Such a shame to ruin a perfectly lovely gown, but I will buy you a new one.”
He took the blade and ripped violently along the front of her bodice, nearly cutting her skin in the process. With a hungry gaze, he wrenched the two uneven sides apart and stared with awe at her glorious bosom. The child had filled them out gloriously, and her waist was slightly fuller. Just the way he liked it. She was still well proportioned, however, and worthy of all the compliments she received. Jarring himself from his thoughts, he noticed she looked up at him with tears in her blue depths. She had never looked so alluring. With a groan, he attacked her breasts. Suckling and feasting until she yelped in pain at the appearance of his teeth. Grinning insanely, he quickly bunched her skirt up and undid his fly. His erection was straining painfully against his slacks, and needed to be buried inside of her... now. With one last tug, his member sprang forth against her now bare thigh. She tried to arch away, but she was trapped. He breathed heavily and thrust his fingers against her opening. She was completely dry, and she yelped in discomfort. He didn’t let this bother him though, and simply spit on his hand to lubricate his cock. With no further ado, he positioned himself at her opening and turned her face sharply to look at him. She cried in earnest and he rejoiced as he surged forward. He paused in pure delight. She stiffened and fell quiet, as he basked in the pleasure that was certainly beyond heaven. She was as snug as a young virgin, but warm as a harlot. It was addicting. She was addicting. The child bearing had almost no effect on her womanhood, and this gave him such a pleasure that he vowed to make her happy with every ounce of his being. Realizing he could wait no longer, he pulled out and thrust back in. Repeating this quickly brought her eyes closed and silent sobs to mix with her gasps of pain. His face was so blissful, that one might think he had gone to the angels. He certainly felt that he had. His pace became frantic, and he pulled her legs up and around his waist. This new angle brought a groan from him and a whimper from her. He began to move frantically and sweat pooled on his brow. She squeezed her eyes tight and tried to focus on anything but the present. He was entirely immersed in the same present. His dreams had finally come true, and he smiled in rapture as his body tightened and soon emptied itself endlessly into her womb. She choked in distress as she felt him flood her, and he collapsed to her side after holding himself taut for a few moments after his ultimate finish. She turned away and stayed horizontal. She didn’t have the motivation to stand. Her life was ruined. Everything was wrong. He vaguely noted that her warmth had left slightly, and in that bereft feeling, he turned towards her and wrapped her in his still clothed arms. He kissed her neck and she shuddered. He could easily pretend that this was from pleasure, and he smiled against her creamy and pale skin.
“You have pleased me very much, Lucy, and I assure you that I will make you happy.”
With no answer in her mind, she fell into a fretful sleep. He pulled a blanket from the sofa and covered them gently. He watched her sleep for a while before succumbing himself into a world of joyous dreams and proclamations of love. Their dreams were quite different.
**********************************************************************
Johanna awoke with a start. She was almost certain that she was dreaming of her mother, but she had no idea what her mother looked like. This woman looked a great deal like Johanna, though, and she had such a sad look in her eyes. It broke her heart. Looking outside, she noticed that it was well into morning. Soon, the Judge would be coming through the door and insisting she start her lessons.
As predicted, at that exact moment, the Judge came through the door. He used to knock when she was a little girl, but now he simply walked through. He was also very quiet when he came in, almost as if not to awaken her. In fact, there were many times when she would wake up to find him gently shaking her. Almost tenderly. It was actually quite scary. She never knew how long he had been watching her sleep. As he came through the door and quietly shut it behind him, she moved away from the window. She noticed him looking at her with a certain gleam in his eye, and she was suddenly very self-conscious in only her nightgown and wrap. She pulled the sides of her robe closer around her and tried to smile for her guardian.
“Good morning, sir.”
“Oh, Johanna. How many times must I ask you to call me Gabriel?”
Johanna forced a smile and turned to her bedstand to wash her face. As she splashed the cold water on her neck she noticed with a start that he stood behind her in the mirror. She quickly turned around and gasped.
“You... you startled me, si... Gabriel.”
At the use of his first name, he smiled and reached forward to wrap one of her strawberry blonde ringlets around his finger. It was a very awkward situation, and she tried to move back, but the table prevented that. He moved closer still and put his arms on either side of her. Leaning forward, he seemed almost ready to whisper something in her ear, but thought better of it and backed away. Taking a deep breath, she straightened up and turned around to continue her morning toilette. He took one long look at her back before clearing his throat softly and saying, rather gruffly, that her lessons were to be canceled that day. She was to dress and be downstairs in one hour to take an outing.
**********************************************************************
Author’s Note: Bonjour! I hope you will enjoy this story, even if I may take a while to update in between. Please review…compliments and constructive criticism are rewarded with something of the reader’s choice… (nothing of monetary value…lol…sorry), and flames are kept as they are proof that you took precious time out of your day to read a story that you can’t say anything nice about. Yay for first chapters!
Love and Water,
~Christa McGinn*