Chapter 2: Cold Comfort In Close Quarters
{A/N: Here's Another Update...I always found that Judge Turpin's character was a rather comical knockoff of Claude Frollo From Hunchback of Notre Dame and Don Raphael from Zorro...Like Frollo, he struggles with lust for a 16 year old girl and even his song Johanna is pretty much Hellfire from the Disney Frollo...and then there's the sending his romantic rival to prison so that he could bang the wife which resulted in him raping her...kind of seemed like a poor plot device to make Turpin the bad guy instead of him actually being bad...}
WARNING: Sexual Content ahead...
Judge Turpin's Study,Turpin Estate, Boylstein, England...
Feeling the euphoric effects of good drink, Judge Haythem Turpin smiled rather giddily to himself. He took in the rancid industrial air as he closed his eyes. The thought of Johanna came to him clear as day. Her soft supple pale flesh naked before him, her blood filled red lips trembling from a case of nerves. The length of her golden hair and shimmering blue eyes. A low growl escaped the judge as he forced himself to open his eyes. With a near on contented sigh, Haythem Turpin got to his feet. The sensation of his over powering erection had not been lost on him as he made his way out of his study and down the hall. He had stumbled rather unceremoniously into the entrance hall where he noted Johanna had been sitting on the window sill amid the luxuriously soft pillows.
"Come away from there." boomed is deep baritone voice shaking the poor girl from her fantastical fantasies of freedom.
Johanna quickly scurried to her feet and away from the window sill.
"What were you doing?" he asked rather testily.
"I-I was merely admiring the view Papa." replied the trembling blonde girl.
"There is no view to admire." replied the Judge rather irate. "It's all smog and filth."
Nodding in agreement Johanna hastily tried to make her way toward her bedroom. She gasped in shock and fear when she found herself being pulled from her course right into the tight grasp of the drunken Judge Turpin.
"Papa...It's been a long day." she said trying to charm her way out of this. "Might I have a lie in?"
Judge Turpin simply gazed at her with his unsettling dark eyes as he ran his long thin fingers about her person. He stopped at her young breasts squeezing them firmly causing her a small amount of pain. He smiled when he heard her try and mask the whimper that escaped her lips. It shot directly to his groin.
"P-Papa?" said Johanna trembling in his grasp even as she felt him loosen her bodice.
It didn't take him long a string here a pull there, before he had her completely naked before him in the center of his front room. Her cold bare feet about the heavily polished wood. Her thin pubic hairs between her slender pale thighs visible to him as easily as her taunt buttocks and supple breasts.
He was aching for her now. His cock as hard as a stone quarry and slick with anticipation. The scent of honeysuckle in her yellow hair now dangling at her shoulders. He kissed her there, at the tip of her slender pale shoulders. Soft and tender in his intention as he pulled her body close to his own.
"Johanna." he breathed the lust evident in his tone.
The tears had fallen softly down her supple pale cheeks. Dread filled her heart and nausea her stomach as his hands delved into her most private of places. She moaned as they invaded her like vikings upon developed nations. She tensed feeling the pain of his long thin fingers move about her virgin sex.
"Papa." she said in more desperation than pleasure, seeing as she felt none.
The helplessness of her tone seemed to have set him off as he removed his fingers and wrestled her to the ground. The painful swelling of his rather lengthy engorged cock evident as he positioned himself between her thighs. He would not take her on this night but he needed the stimulation just the same. She squealed as he ground his hardness between her legs. The only thing keeping them from being joined indefinitely had been his trousers. The pressure from his savage thrusts jolted her body across the heavily polished floor. He had been brutal and desperate wanting nothing more than to feel her uncharted warmth surround him.
The tears kept coming as Johanna lay there savagely used by her guardian.
"Yessss." hissed Judge Turpin like always when he had gotten too excited.
He shoved his fingers back into the sensitive flesh of the tense Johanna like so many times before. And like so many times before she found herself lifted out of her body into what seemed like another world. She gripped him then a reflex born of his actions. He continued to thrive on the friction he was creating until it became too much to bare.
He released his aching cock from his trousers and with a few tugs proceeded to shove himself into the young girl's reluctant mouth. The warmth had been just the thing as it sent him over the edge and his seed stilled into the back of her throat.
"Yessss!" shouted Judge Turpin noting how sweaty and flushed his young ward had been.
He didn't seem at all truly effected by what had just taken place and proceeded to kiss her about her naked form. His lips journeying all the way to the familiar yellow hair covered mound. She cried out right when she felt the warmth of his tongue invade her as his fingers did. There was another period of lifting from her body before Johanna found herself even more sweat blasted and short of breath.
Judge Turpin glared at her as if she were garbage.
"You look like a little harlot." he spat. "Go and clean yourself up...then off to bed with you."
Johanna new better than to argue as she made her way toward her bedroom. She hated him with every fiber of her being. The sick twisted bastard had done all those things to her and then acted as if it were her fault for her body's natural reaction.
Later...
Judge Turpin drank down yet another fine glass of whiskey. His comfortable weekend was coming to a close and it was back to business as usual for the estate. Business as usual for Johanna and he as well. He knew that he would have to indulge his whims elsewhere for the time being. Still he did enjoy his little half romps with his young ward. She had such exquisite features and a kind of innocence that he craved. Given to so much more lively in her defiance than a common whore's willingness.
She had been the one he had set his sights upon.
She had been the one he had chosen to make his wife.
Given that she had come from nothing and he was in fact her ward, the wedding was a sure thing waiting to happen. All he needed was to wear her down enough so that she would agree, his money and power had been a lot more attractive than being cast out into the gutter penniless and broken like all the other whores of their day.
After all she had no one else.
Her mother was long gone and her father...
Her father was Benjamin Barker.
It never ceased to amaze Haythem how a beaten down sod of a barber and a run of the mill baker's daughter could produce such a lovely young specimen in the form of Johanna Barker. Then again he had not been particularly impressed by much as of late.
The drunken judge retired to his own rooms for the evening.
He had his fill of pleasure at Johanna's expense for now, but once she became his wife he had no plans to let up on his indulgences, be they with her or any others.
Johanna's Bedroom...
It had been well near 2:00 am when Johanna finally stopped crying. She had anticipated Judge Turpin's arrival and dreaded it so much that sleep never came for her. Or at least not without difficulty. She had made up her mind that she had to get as far away from this deranged man as possible even if she had to enlist the help of one of the strangers she had seen from the window.Surely they can't all have been afraid of Judge Turpin.