DISCLAIMER: This is the final installment of the Manor Series. Please read To The Manor Sold and By The Manor Owned prior to attempting to understand this story. It is VERY VERY DARK! Contents include but are not limited to rapes, murders, reckless sex, lots of sodomy, S & M, B & D, MNOP, political strife, hurt/comfort, pleasure/pain, profit/loss, disturbing culinary choices, good characters getting the snot beaten out of them, bad guys enjoying every sadistic moment, sex between women and men and women and women and men and men and solo acts of debauchery and threesomes but absolutely no independent film making.

WARNING: If any of the above gives you the most remote sense of uneasiness, heart flutters, or red cheeks then, for the love of God, skip this story. Seriously, stop now. Turn back. You won't like what lies ahead.

FEEDBACK: Is welcome at p.phair@comcast.net

From The Manor Taken
by Phair
Part 5

Jordan stood with her arms folded across her naked chest. Her foot beat a steady rhythm on the floor. She had defied the guards' orders and refused to put on the skimpy white slave tunic. Now furious but helpless, she watched as Tess dressed in the blue slave uniform given to her.

"Why don't you fight them? Why are you submitting like this?" She hissed.

Tess gave her a half grin after buttoning the last button, "Because my love, I have no fight left in me for losing battles. Besides, I would rather be dressed than naked. I was naked for five years. Clothes are much definitely better."

"Enough chatter you two," the more senior guard barked. "Private, get the shackles."

"What? You can't be serious?" Jordan's fury was ready to bust loose. "You can see how weak she is. She can barely stand on her own. There's no reason to restrain her..."

Tess cut her off, "Jordan, stop! Be obedient!" Tess commanded in a no nonsense tone.

Jordan fell silent. Tears formed in her eyes at the harsh rebuke. Tess saw her hurt but didn't regret the warning.

"Hush now, love," Tess softened her words. "We both need to remember our place. Besides, I was starting to miss my chains."

Jordan shrugged her shoulders. They were both trapped. No amount of petty squabbling with the guards would change the situation. Tess knew it and Jordan had to admit it to herself.

The guard knelt and went about fastening the shackles around Tess' much abused ankles. He stood and secured a chain around her narrow waist. Then he took her left wrist and cuffed it to the chain around her waist. Before he could restrain her right wrist, Jordan stepped forward and locked the cuff around her own left wrist. Her fingers intertwined with Tess' free hand.

"Where my Master goes, so go I," Jordan stated firmly.

"Captain?" the young private looked for direction.

The Captain gave a heavy sigh, "Leave them as is. Let the Governor straighten them out. Now lets get moving."

"You are totally nuts," Tess whispered.

"No, I'm totally in love," Jordan corrected.

The pair were hustled through the corridors and stairwells of the sprawling palace. Anyone unfamiliar with the building would easily become lost in the labyrinth. Which Tess imagined was the whole point of the structure. All who entered would be relying on the Governor's good will to see them safely out again.

When they entered the Governor's grand hall, Tess was immediately overwhelmed by the decadent stench. The smell rotting food, spilled spirits, human waste and smoke hung in the air like fog over the ocean. The Governor himself lay sprawled across several plush pillows on his dais. Chained at the base of the platform by his collar was a man dressed from head to foot in leather. The only human features visible were his bright blue eyes and his eager erection.

"Tosca," Tess winced.

Jordan squeezed her hand for support. The guard shoved the pair along. Once they were in the center of the room, they were pushed to their knees.

"Oh good, the entertainment has arrived," the Governor squealed like a school girl. "Go get the my mad drunken monk. I want him to join in on the fun."

Tess watched silently as Cory was dragged across the marble floor. He was barely conscious. Bruises marked his face and blood stains seeped through his cleric's robes. The guards dropped him in front of Tess and Jordan. He barely managed a groan.

"Monk, meet the Escaped Slave Army's martyr in the flesh. See she's not hardly dead at all. Tessa, meet the mad Monk who barely evaded stewing in order to warn me of my ultimate demise," the Governor chuckled. "Tell Tessa the short version, Monk."

"They come, hundreds of them. They seek to avenge your death. They believe you are the prophet of the Constitution," the Monk gasped. "They want to restore the old rule of law."

The Governor puckered his lips, "I didn't believe him at first but I thought taking you out of the cage might prove amusing. However, this morning the guards spotted heavy smoke to the north west of us. The road leads here. They are coming for their vengeance."

"And...," Tess spoke.

"And," the Governor grinned, "you and I are going out to meet them together. A united front, as they say. You'll tell them that I'm their only chance a success and they are to follow my command. Then they can start laying waste to civilization for me."

Tess knew the answer to her next question but asked anyway, "Why am I going to do that?"

"Because it will get you a nice cushy life. Good food, soft bed, lots of sex; a grand time as a figure head." The Governor flashed a big smile, "But, if you don't, I'll have my guards draw and quarter your love slave."

Tess gave Jordan's hand a gentle squeeze, "Then a united front it is, Master."

"Knew you'd listen to reason," the Governor giggled. "Now, to prove I'm not all work and no play. I'm going to let you have a little fun. You can slit my bitches throat..."

"Master...?" Tosca interrupted.

"Don't interrupt me," the Governor snapped the leash viciously, silencing the slave. "Okay, Tess slash him ear to ear for all the trouble he caused you. Guard, give her a short blade."

A guard approached and held the knife out to her handle first. Tess stared at it for several seconds. She then looked to Tosca whose eyes were wide with fear.

"I'd rather not."

"What? Don't you want him dead? After all, it was him that put me wise to your plotting and planning. Or, is it you don't want to dirty your sainted hands. If that's the case, I'll gut him for you."

"No," Tess answered quickly. "Please, please don't kill him. He's my brother. Whatever he did, he's still my blood. I won't sink to his level. I won't hate him."

The Governor frowned, "You are dull, Tess, very dull. Oh well, on to my fun. You two are going to have one last go at it before we leave. Guards remove her chains. Tessa, you are so over dressed; take off your shirt. And here, do her up the ass with this."

He tossed a large phallus across the room. It skidded to a halt inches from the women. The guards roughly unshackled the pair. Jordan reached to retrieve the obscenely bulbous phallus. Once Tess had her shirt off, Jordan eased her pants down and began to strap on the harness.

"I don't want to do this to you," Tess murmured.

"You love me. I love you. Nobody else matters. All that matters is you touching me and me feeling every inch of you. Please Tess, fuck me," Jordan spoke softly with downcast eyes.

"No, I'm not going to fuck you," Tess lifted Jordan's chin. "I'm going to make love to you. I'm going to let you feel how much I need you. Go ahead, turn around."

Jordan got down on all four, facing away from Tess. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks as her training required. Tess knelt behind her and placed both her hands on Jordan's hands. She moved them to the floor in order for Jordan to balance easier. With infinite care, Tess traced the scars and welts on Jordan's back and graced some of the more severe marks with feather light kisses.

"Heel Bitch!" the Governor commanded as he tugged on Tosca's leash.

Tosca immediately moved into position in front of the dais and opened his mouth. He received his Master's rock hard member without even a cough.

"Jordan, you are so beautiful. May I love you the way you taught me to be loved?" Tess asked as she poised the phallus at Jordan's tender behind.

"Yes, please, love me. My only Master, love me."

Tess proceeded to fulfill Jordan's deepest desire.

TBC

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