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.

SORRY: There was a long delay with this part of the Manor series. My hard drive got hit by lightening in August and I lost the update I had almost completed. This is not what I wrote prior but a small update to get us back on track.

RED SOX: Oh no, Theo!

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

From The Manor Taken
by Phair
Part 4

Tess smiled. She was enjoying the simple pleasure of the moment. Her body did not hurt. Well, it did not hurt too, too much. Her thoughts were free from the torturous taunts of bored prison guards. In fact, her mind was completely disconnected from the mundane world around her. Her body and soul had been lulled into a blissful state of tranquility by the soft sucking and tender touches of her lover.

"Jordan," she moaned with a satisfaction as she shifted on crisp, clean sheets.

Silence answered her.

Her left hand searched the space next to her but found no body sleeping nearby.

"Jordan?"

Silence answered once again.

She reached out further, beyond the pillows and blankets, but still she did not encounter her lover.

Tess' panic rose as she sat up to find herself all alone on the King-sized bed, "JORDAN?!"

"I'm here," the words broke through Tess' waking nightmare, "Master, I'm here for you. Always,"

Jordan heard her Master's call and came running, naked, from the bathroom. She leapt on the bed and wrapped herself around the quaking body centered on it: her Master, her lover, her Tess. Hushing comforting words in the hot pink ear she nuzzled, Jordan tried to ease Tess' fears.

"The pain is over. I've got you. No more torment. No more suffering. You're with me again."

"Jordan? Thought I dreamt you here," Tess melted into the embrace as she mumbled. "Thought, I went back. Animal again. Back to the cage. Waiting for my daily beating. Waiting to be raped. Hurt...alone...hurt so much without my Jordan...without you nearby," Tess' tears were buried against Jordan's bare chest.

Jordan cradled Tess. She held her close. Soft but sure kisses were bestowed on Tess' sweaty brow. Jordan rocked Tess slowly trying to erase the anguish of five years of abuse.

"I love you, Tessa." It was simple but true.

"Love you too." Tess sighed in relief. "Lost without you."

The pair remained in each others arms for long, silent moments to reassure each other.

"I'm here now with you. No more worries."

"Sorry. Forgive. Panicked without you. Won't happen again," Tess' speech was as fragmented as her thoughts.

She pulled herself out of Jordan's grip and leaned back against the bed's head board. Running her hand through her freshly cropped hair, Tess tried to rein in her feelings. But then, something caught her eye and her pent up anger was unleashed.

"It's okay...," Jordan began but was stopped by the sudden fury evident on Tess' face. "Tess, what's wrong?"

"Why? Taunting me? Bad enough enslaved? You need to be cruel too?" Tess reached out and seized Jordan by the throat. "Tease me with my failings? Now that we're together? Why?" Tess shouted as she grabbed the leather collar around Jordan's neck.

Jordan remained calm as she placed her palms on either side of Tess' face, "Master, I kept it for you. The Governor thought he owned me. He took me everyway you could imagine. He shared me with everybody. But, I hid my collar from him. I hid it from the guards. I kept it as my only remaining bond to you. Tess, my love, you own me. Always. This collar is your mark on me. No brand could scar me deeper than wearing the collar you placed around my neck so long ago. I am your slave. And, you are my slave. As you own me, I own you."

Tess felt her arms go weak. Even when Jordan believed Tess to be dead, the blonde remained, in her mind, enslaved to the Master of Westerly. Jordan kept her collar out of love not vengeance.

"So sorry," Tess released her grip on the beloved collar and began to tenderly stroke it. "So afraid before. Still afraid now. Love you so much. So afraid you'll not love me now." Tess' words came in a jumble.

"Tess, I love you." Jordan stated. "You are my life."

"Really?"

Jordan let out a small laugh followed by a sniffle. "I was in Hell for the five years before the Governor tossed me in your cage. If you tore me to pieces then I would have died happy to be back in your hands one last time. Even if only for a few heartbeats."

"Got more than minutes," Tess gave a grin as she revealed in the touch. "Maybe we should stop talking and do...something else."

Jordan eased Tess to lie back on the bed. She gave liberal kisses to as much of the exposed flesh as she could. Her hands went to each breast and began to kneed them.

"Jordan," Tess moaned and closed her eyes.

"I'm here Master. May I pleasure you?"

Tess was only able to nod her agreement as her passion rose.

TBC