By the Manor Owned

by Phair

Disclaimer: Consider this Uber. The characters may have a physical resemblance to a late warrior and her bard but that is as far as it goes. No infringement is intended and no profit will be gained.

Warnings: Violence, sex (f/f, m/m, f/m), rape, bad language, nasty characters and angst driven situations. Basically, this is for adults only!

Why: This is for all the nice folks who asked for a sequel of TO THE MANOR SOLD. To understand this story, you really need to read that one first.

Feedback: p.phair@comcast.net and you can visit my web site at www.phair1.com

Part 3

"Be sure to leave the bandage on your eye for two or three days," Dr. Iversen advised as he finished cleaning the last of the ugly wounds on Tess' chest. "In fact, keep everything dry. I'll send Cory back by the end of the week to check on you. He's done well enough in the time he's been apprenticed to me to know healing from festering."

Tess nodded but remained silent when the small, stooped doctor stood, stretching his cramped limbs. The burning sensation in her eye and across her belly had faded to a buzz after the doctor gave her an injection to ease her hurt. Now, it was her humiliation that stung the most as she sat slumped in an overstuffed chair. A quick glance to the bed reminded her Jordan's pain was still very real; brutally physical.

"Treat the slave."

"She's been seen to by Stewie's woman," the world weary doctor closed his bag and began to search for his coat.

"I said, treat the slave!" Tess hissed.

"For the love of God," Dr. Iversen cursed, "you treat them like prized cattle. No other doctor would do this for you."

"No other doctor has the food stores you do," Tess warned him.

Grabbing his bag, the elderly doctor went to the small figure sprawled face down on the bed. Laying naked from the waste up, the slave whimper slightly from time to time. Some of the welts on her back still oozed blood. A light sheen of sweat covered her trembling body. Dr. Iversen considered, for a brief moment, the slave might be suffering. He tried to shake off the ridiculous reaction as a sign of his aging. After all, civilized people knew slaves did not feel pain the same way free people experience it. It all had to do with their limited intelligence according to government research teams.

"Tess, this one has a history," cleaning the wounds he noted the older scars beneath. "Why are you making do with used goods. You should get yourself a nice, soft skinned slave for the bedroom. My wife has one. There's nothing like cuddling up to fresh flesh. It feels just like velvet."

Tess ignored the doctor.

"So, slave, are you incorrigible?" Iversen inquired in a bored tone.

"I don't," Jordan winced when the doctor happened upon a sore spot, "I don't know what that word means, sir."

"Of course, you don't," the doctor felt reassured the slave could not understand physical discomfort even though the she appeared to be enduring it. "The word means you are a hopeless case. Tell me, did your last master beat you because you were useless?"

"No, sir. Master Saunders was merciful. He never ordered us whipped or beaten."

"Iggie owned you? That's why you look familiar. You've blown me several time, no doubt," the doctor chuckled.

"Sorry sir, I don't remember you."

"Oh, you would if I dropped my draws," insulted, the doctor took a little less care with the next welt.

Jordan stifled a cry. Her fists were balled tightly in the bed sheets and her body shook with the effort not to scream. But, she was not really sure if it was her ravaged back or the doctor's indifference that hurt her most.

"Tess, now I understand why you won't give this one up. What she does with that tongue…,"

"Enough chatter!" Tess nearly bellowed as she rose stiffly from her chair. "Give me something for the pain and get out."

"You've had enough to fell a horse," Iversen wiped his hands dry on Jordan's pants.

"Well, I'm on my feet so give me the syringe," Tess towered over the crooked man.

"Fine," he dug into his bag to retrieve the pre-filled needle, "I'll see myself out."

Long moments passed after the door slammed shut. Jordan had been unable to judge her Master's mood since Stewie and Mia dragged them, half conscious, to Tess' bedroom. The slave remained quiet hoping Tess would give some sign of approval. Nothing came during the hours spent waiting for the doctor to arrive and care for them.

"Never," Tess roughly pulled Jordan's pants to her knees, "interfere in my business," Tess barked the words as she jabbed the needle into Jordan's ass cheek, "with the governor again!"

"Sorry, Master," Jordan was more stung by the words than the drugs coursing through her body; numbing her.

"If you do it again," Tess crawled onto her side of the bed, "then I'll flog you myself!"

Jordan stared at the partially clad body beside her in disbelief. She meant to protect Tess. She sacrificed her back for her lover's only to have Tess chastise her. The drugs forced her eyes to close and she was grateful to fade into the emptiness of sleep.

* * *

Tess gently rolled over after she was certain Jordan had fallen asleep. The beaten slave remained in the same spot Tess had left her. An occasional tear spilled from the closed but rapidly darting eyes. Tess silently watched Jordan's nightmare laced sleep wanting to help but unsure how or if she could ever help Jordan again.

The threat came so easily. Tess meant only to warn the woman away from the constant danger the governor posed to them. It was an act of pure love on Tess' part, initially. But once spoken, the horror of the intent was real. Tess was more menacing to Jordan than any guard or Inspector. She had fully embraced her role as Master and reduced Jordan to a slave in what had been a sanctuary from a cruel world; their bedroom.

A strangled cry followed by brief thrashing brought Tess to the verge of tears. Jordan was struggling against someone in her dream. Tess reached over to pull the tossed blankets back up over the pale, exposed shoulder.

"No, please," Jordan mumbled in her nightmare, "please, Master, don't."

Tess' hand froze over the sleeping, cringing form. There it was. Her worst possible fear realized. Jordan was afraid of her now. Unable to stand her shame, Tess dragged her injured body and broken spirit out of the bed. She needed to get out of the room. Out of the house. Away from Jordan's tears.

* * *

"Jordan? I told Dinah you were sick," Mia whispered, lending an arm to the woman creeping down the stairs.

"I'm feeling better," Jordan spoke with more enthusiasm than she actually felt. "There's no reason to ignore my duties."

Jordan was relieved that Mia merely rolled her eyes. It was all Jordan could do to walk down the stairs. An argument would drain the last of her strength completely.

"Have you seen Master Tess this morning?" Jordan ventured quietly as they approached the kitchen table.

"Left before sun rise…," Mia's explanation was interrupted by Dinah.

"…and without breakfast. Jordan, if you put that woman in a bad mood then you'll be answering to me," Dinah huffed over her pot on the stove.

A brief head shake from Mia let Jordan know Dinah had no idea what really happened the previous night. Jordan was certain Tess would want the matter kept private so she did not try to defend herself to the cook. She quickly but stiffly went to work preparing the table for breakfast. Jordan was so lost in her own thoughts she almost stumbled over the child dogging her footsteps.

"Kacia, I'm sorry, I didn't see you," Jordan took the child by the shoulders to steady them both.

Kacia tugged on Jordan's shirt to get her to follow. The slave looked over her shoulder and saw Dinah and Mia in a spirited debate about ingredients. She would not be missed for several minutes. Jordan allowed the child to drag her into the pantry.

"Is she very mad at me?" Kacia tried, unsuccessfully, to hold back big tears.

"Who? Is who mad at you?" Jordan knelt to be on eye level with the terrified child.

"Master Tess. Is she gonna beat me?"

"Why would she do that?" Jordan tried to shake the image of Tess with a whip in hand out of her mind.

"I saw!" The child was nearly hysterical. "The guards didn't let me go to Dinah. They teased me about what the bad man was doin' to you and the Master."

"Kacia, did they hurt you?" Jordan began to search the girl for wounds.

"They made me watch him hit Master Tess and you," the child sobbed.

Jordan made a soft hushing sound as she checked the girl for damage. Other than a slightly swollen lip from the Inspector, Kacia appeared unharmed. The blonde placed her hands on either side of the child's face before asking about unseen injuries.

"Honey, did the men…touch you or make you do things?"

"No, just watch," the girl shook her head. "They said I was too little this year, maybe," her chin quivered, "maybe next season."

Jordan hugged the girl close. She held Kacia tight as heart wrenching sobs shook her tiny frame. The blonde stroked the tiny back to reassure the child.

"We are not going to let that happen, Kacia," Jordan did not know why she felt confident enough to speak in terms of 'we' after Tess' threat but she did. "And Master Tess is not mad at you."

"Promise?" The voice was very small but the tears had stopped.

"With all my heart," Jordan reassured the girl. "Now, let's get lunch on the table or Dinah will be mad at us."

The pair returned to the kitchen as the slaves began to file in for their meal. Jordan was glad for the distraction. It was non-stop commotion as hungry souls hurried in, filled their bellies, and moved out of the way for the next one in line to do the same. By the time Dinah was able to get a good look at Kacia, all hint of the child's tears had faded.

"The Master returns," Vic called from the front door.

Jordan grabbed a jug of water for Tess' lunch. She was following Kacia to the dinning room when Mia stopped her.

"Jordan, I'll serve today. You're doing too much," the woman whispered.

"No, that's not a good idea," Jordan's body was aching to rest but she wanted to see Tess even more.

Kacia's shriek interrupted Mia's reply. Jordan ran to the child with the water jug clutched tightly to her chest. No other slave followed. None would dare to interfere in what they assumed was the Master disciplining the girl.

When Jordan burst into the dinning room, she too believed Tess was punishing Kacia. The weeping child huddled on the floor at Tess' feet. Standing tall with her hands on her hips, Tess glared at Jordan's abrupt entry.

"Master, please," Jordan set the water jug on the table and hurried to kneel next to Kacia, "she's just frightened. Please, don't beat her. I promised her you wouldn't." Jordan hovered over the child hoping to block her Master's wrath.

"What?" Tess could barely get her breath as she watched Jordan repeat her actions from the night before. "Why would I hurt her?"

Tess dropped to her knees, in part, to close the space between herself and her love but also from sheer exhaustion. Her eyes fixed on Jordan's back. Several dark blotches dotted the blue shirt. Gently, Tess slipped one arm over Jordan's shoulder, in-between the child's back and Jordan's breast, and settled her warm palm on the rough fabric at the slave's hip. A soft kiss was placed on the silky, blonde hair before Tess tried to lift the shirt. Jordan groaned at the pull.

"The cloth is stuck to a welt or two," Tess eased the woman's full weight into her arms. "Damn, that lazy doctor is getting sloppy in his old age."

"Master," Jordan could not stop herself from leaning into Tess' embrace even though dread filled her with the coming question, "is Kacia to be punished?"

"No, of course not. The girl dropped to my feet the minute I said hello," Tess was truly confused but unwilling to let go of the warm body in her arms.

"She's still frightened from the Inspector," Jordan explained. "Isn't that right, Kacia?"

"Yes, ma'am," Kacia shied away from Jordan and seemed to be ready to bolt.

"Kacia, I'm not going to hurt you. Mia, Mia, could you come in here, please?" Tess nearly shouted.

Mia hesitantly entered. She kept her head down and eyes fixed on the floor. She was fearful to witness the scene.

"Mia, get Kacia some lunch then take her up to your room. Give her a warm bath and let her rest this afternoon. She's had a very difficult day."

"Yes, Master," Mia was completely stunned by the command but bound to obey. "Kacia…,"

Mia needed only to extent her hand and the child raced to her side. Tess did not even wait for the two to shut the door behind them before turning her attention to Jordan.

"I'm so sorry," she murmured in Jordan's ear.

"Not here," Jordan tried to pull away, terrified a listening device would catch Tess' unguarded moment.

"This can't wait," Tess held Jordan fast, "I was cruel to you. I will never treat you like that again, you have my promise. Jordan, I'm in love with you."

"Please," Jordan reveled in the touch but her growing anxiety was undeniable, "can we go upstairs, Master?"

Tess gather the woman in her arms and brought both of them to their feet. Once facing each other, Tess' shame won out and she could not look Jordan in the eye. A delicate hand lifted the hard set chin so Tess was forced to acknowledge the woman before her.

"I freely forgive," Jordan breathed before bestowing a promising kiss.

The Master of the Manor felt her knees shake in the wake of Jordan's gift: absolution. Boldly, the slave took Tess' hand in her own to lead the way back to their sanctuary.

* * *

"I'm really sorry about this," Tess tugged on the stiff collar of her Republic suit.

"You've been apologizing all week. Makes me think you're looking for mercy sex," Jordan raised her eye brows for emphasis, "again."

"Well, yes, of course I am," Tess grinned, "but we do have to go to the auction first. Still, I'm sorry you have to accompany me."

Jordan gave a half smile before swatting Tess' fidgety fingers away for the shirt collar. With a smooth here and a yank there, Jordan primped Tess' clothes into place. Her thumb grazed over black parole patch sewn on the left sleeve which marred the perfection of the white expanse.

"Do you have your agreement papers with you in case the guards get drunk and try to pick a fight?" Jordan's concern was evident.

"Right in my coat pocket," Tess took Jordan's hand in her own and kissed the palm. "You look stunning, my love."

"It's so skimpy," Jordan blushed as she self consciously pulled at the hem of the short silk tunic of a pleasure slave.

"I never liked that style myself but you make it your own," Tess licked her lips as she appraised the barely covered body before her. "Too bad we have to leave so soon, I would have liked to help you get undressed then dressed again."

"We did that twice already," Jordan rolled her eyes at her lustful lover. "Save it for tonight."

"Promise?"

"Oh yeah, if I have to put up with the governor's roaming hands then you are going to pamper me tonight," Jordan assured as she lead Tess to the hallway.

"A guarantee like that almost makes this ordeal worthwhile." Tess sighed heavily when they got to the front door and the drunk of a doorman, "Vic, has L'tish arrived with the transport yet?"

"Yes, Master, he's got the engine runnin' for you. Bit chilly today," he leered at the half naked slave. "Any thing you be needin' for the trip?"

"I've seen to my comfort," Tess barked at the man. "Now, put your eyes back in your head and open the door."

Tess grabbed a leash from the coat rack. She clipped it to Jordan's collar but never took her eyes off Vic. Warning him back with a snarl, Tess tugged the leash to lead Jordan out the door and down the front steps to the waiting transport.

Transports were shaped like boxy storage containers. Instead of wheels, treads provided traction on the poorly maintained highways. The roar of the engines reassured Jordan the heat would be on in the Master's compartment. It would be welcome after even a short walk in the biting chill of the post harvest.

"Are we ready to go, L'tish?" Tess waited for the black smith holding the transport door open to nod his reply, "This is my voucher," she handed him her plastic card. "We need fifteen, young, strong slaves. I'll let you see to the purchases."

L'tish nodded again. He tucked the voucher in his front pocket. Tess grimaced at the thought of what the had to do. She finally entered the transport and pulled Jordan in behind her. L'tish slammed the door shut then trudged back to the driver's seat for the long trip to the governor's auction.

* * *

"RIBS! Spare RIBS!" The vender hawked above the din of the crowd.

"Just a little ways more to the governor's booth," Tess wrapped her arms around the shivering slave and kissed her.

"I think, I'd rather be cold," Jordan breathed in Tess' ear as the woman trailed kisses down her neck.

The pair stood in the governor's courtyard. They were surrounded by venders and slavers and landowners and guards. L'tish had left them to go examine the human goods caged around the property.

"Well, I have to say hello so you have to come with me," Tess mumbled back. "Besides, he'll be too busy with the pre-auction party to notice you."

"I hope so," Jordan gave one last squeeze to her Master before releasing her hold on the lean form.

They resumed their course to the governor's booth. The four walls were glass that allowed one to gaze out but provided no view in. Its shimmering walls merely mirrored the courtyard for all the uninvited. Tess, unfortunately, was invited and would have to witness the debauchery first hand. As they approached the door, Tess wondered if the governor was so decadent that he could embarrass Jordan, a highly trained pleasure slave.

The scene from the guarded door was overwhelming. Inspectors were strewn around the space with two or more slaves pleasing them. Several slaves were restrained and being tortured by gloating Inspectors. Heat and stink billowed out into the cold, fresh air as the guard examined Tess' papers.

"Go to the right. The governor is seated at the far end," the guard sneered at Tess.

"Thank you," Tess remained civil as she entered towing Jordan by her leash.

They walked the length of the booth trying not to focus on the depravity surrounding them. Grown men sprawled across the room with their pride exposed, moaned in anticipation. Terrified slaves hurried to attend their waiting needs.

"Tess!" Hissed the governor. "Was getting worried you wouldn't show," his erection was held firmly in the mouth of a leather clad slave kneeling between his legs.

"No worries," Tess forced a grin as she plopped into an open chair. "I'm here. My man is buying," Tess dragged Jordan into her lap and began to paw the woman. "Anything else?"

"Just one thing," the governor wrapped his hands around the leather covered head of the slave sucking him, "want your brother here to fuck your bitch?"

Tess' arms instinctively tightened around Jordan's body. The governor had offered Tess' own brother as a stud for Jordan. The wording of the offer was a trap. Tess was sure the taunt was meant to get them into an argument about her paternity and she could not afford that discussion.

"Nobody touches my property!" Tess stated indignantly.

Jordan took that moment to expose Tess' right breast.

"Hey, I'm just only trying to be social," the governor groaned just before he came in his slave's mouth.

"I don't share," Tess replied.

Jordan felt her Master tremble with each tongue stroke of the tender flesh.

"Fine, let's talk business then!" The governor yanked is flagging erection from Tosca's mouth. "You're buying slaves! Not, soon to be freed indigenous people, right?"

"Absolutely," Tess squeaked slightly when Jordan's hand entered her pants. "But, I reserve the right to free them eventually," Tess hummed as Jordan established a gentle rhythm; sucking her breast and pumping into her center in time.

"Ah, you and the illusion of freedom," the governor sat forward to get a better look at Jordan's technique. "We're all slaves to one thing or another. Why pretend it's not so? To shirk your responsibilities to protect the lowest members of society from themselves is the way of a coward."

The governor nudged leather clad slave at his feet. The man, on his hands and knees, quickly turned his ass to the governor. Eager fingers undid the pants' snaps to expose the much abused rear. Smirking, the governor grabbed a very large phallus.

"My cowardice has been well documented," Tess mumbled, turning away from a muffled buzzing noise.

Jordan chose her moment well. She nipped at the nipple in her mouth and dug deeply into Tess' sex. The Master stiffened and came in spite of her audience.

"Bravo, little slave!" The governor exclaimed. "You should have worked that well for me. Maybe I wouldn't have had to beat you."

"Are we done?" Tess grumbled pulling her clothing back into place.

"Yes, do go shopping. Remember, fifteen is a minimum. If you want more then I'll extend your preferred customer status to those purchases as well," the governor drove his point home by slapping Tosca's stuffed ass.

"I'll remember," Tess tugged Jordan's leash harder than she mean to in an effort to escape from the scene of her brother's humiliation.

"You know, Tosca," the governor straddled the slave's back, resting his penis on the warm leather, "I think your sister's in love with her bitch."

"You might be right, Master," Tosca grunted as he rode the waves of pleasure whirling between his ass cheeks, "but then, you love your bitch too."

"So, right, my sweet slave," the governor crouched forward to whisper in Tosca's ear. "I love you so much that I'm gonna let you blow every cock in this room."

"Thank you, Master," Tosca whimpered when he came in his pants.

TBC...

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