The Manor Part II & II

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THE MANOR

Copyright(C) 1987
by Lisa Romley with some changes by Ty
Part II: The Whipping of Eric

     "I see you've brought a new slave," said a woman opening the
doors. "Oh, and a fine specimen, too. Bring him in, M." 

     She walked ahead of Eric, keeping the leash taught, and he
hobbled into the room. From behind the silver mask Eric saw a well
appointed sitting room filled with ladies in formal evening wear.
They were seated on a sofa and several chairs. Their conversation
fell silent as they saw him, nude, collared, gagged and chained,
with the thin, black straps between his buttocks and the large
erection under the leash. The women all began talking at once,
voicing approval. M paraded him in front of each lady, turning him
around several times. 

     "He is marvelous, M."

     "Oh M! You've already sized him!"

     "I should certainly like to see him whipped, tonight."

     "Oh, look at him buck the phallus!"

     "May I feel him?"

     A chorus of responses rose from the group. 

     "I do think he should be whipped," Miss Reage agreed with one
lady. "Do you object, M?"

     M hesitated. "I did think it was somewhat early." She looked
at Eric with feeling. "Perhaps just a few strokes." 

     "Should we use the horse?" a woman asked. 

     "Yes, I'll have it brought in," said Miss Reage. "But first
perhaps some of you would care to examine him."

     Eric heard another murmur of approval and felt the leash
pulling him toward a woman on the sofa. He was maneuvered directly
in front of her, in a profile position. "How would you like him,
Marilyn? Perhaps you want to see him from the rear?"

     "No, M. I only want to examine his balls and penis. Can you
have him face me?"

     "Certainly." She relaxed the leash and unsnapped it.

     "Eric, turn and face the lady, please." 

     Eric turned, and again his erection was at eye level. The
woman, a striking lady in her forties, cupped Eric's balls in one
hand and felt them, repeatedly moving them around in her hand and
examining each testicle. They bulged beneath the collar and she
pushed a finger under the strap, behind his scrotum. "You have him
well collared, M. And I like his balls. They're a good size." 

     She took hold of his penis at the base just in front of the
collar strap and stroked the underside carefully. The glans flared
and a clear drop appeared at the opening. "Oh M, he is SO ready.
I DO want to see him whipped, though." 

     "And so you shall," Miss Reage said. "As soon as the slaves
bring in the horse." 

     "Oh Miss Reage, do you think it will be too much for him?"
asked M, concerned. 

     "He IS very new, after all." 

     "Nonsense, dear. A new slave must learn to taste the whip and
to pace himself for a whipping. Which of you girls would like the
honors?" 

     "I have a particular talent with the whip," a woman in the
corner spoke up. "My female slave needs attention as well. Perhaps
I could do them both." 

     "A fine suggestion, Angela. Do we want two horses, then?"

     "Yes, that will do."

     "I will see to it. Oh, here comes one now." 

     Two female slaves dressed as domestic maids rolled in the
whipping horse, a three foot high, padded block on legs anchored
securely to a platform. The platform moved on castors and was set
with ring bolts at the base of the horse to which were attached
collars and small lengths of chain. The maids rolled the horse to
the center of the room. 

     "M, we should put Eric on the horse. Would you like me to do
it?"

     "Yes. I want to watch."

     "Very well, bring him here and remove his hobbles."

     She re-attached the leash and Eric was lead beside the horse.
M unbuckled the hobbles and tapped the inside of his leg. He
obediently spread his thighs, brazenly exposing his genitals and
the silver phallus ring. "Remove his gag," Miss Reage instructed.
"We will see how loud he becomes." 

     "On your knees," M told him. He dropped down and she saw that
he kept his legs spread. She unfastened the gag and took it out.
"Keep your mouth open." 

     Eric kept his mouth open and M pulled up on the leash strap
and put it between his teeth. "Now bite on this." He closed his
teeth on the strap, holding it tense. His erect penis and balls
were pulled up sharply. The end of the strap hung down in front of
his navel. "Now keep your back straight and look ahead. In a few
minutes you will be whipped." 

     "Well done, M," Miss Reage said as the maids rolled in a
second horse and, behind them, led a female slave. She was nude but
for handcuffs and a harness with phallus. The phallus was inserted
through her anus. Her leash was attached directly to the phallus
ring and came out front, between her thighs. She had a silver mask
identical to Eric's and he looked at her well formed breasts,
sensuous mouth, and long legs as she was paraded around the room.

     "I would like to examine this slave before she is horsed," a
lady spoke to Angela. 

     "Of course, Miss Field. Bring her here." 

     The female was positioned with her legs spread in front of
Miss Field. The leash was removed. Miss Field spoke. "What is your
name?" 

     "Tanya."

     "I am going to examine your breasts and your clitoris, Tanya."
Miss Field fondled each breast, feeling the weight of each and
rolling the nipples between her fingers. The nipples began to
harden as she lightly stroked them. She reached between Tanya's
legs and felt the outer lips, running a finger between the labia
to release a pool of wetness. She stroked the clitoris and
carefully inserted a finger into the opening of the vagina. More
wetness flowed out. 

     "Turn around and bend over." 

     Tanya obeyed; she turned and spread her legs, then bent over.
Her wet genitals protruded between the harness straps and below the
phallus ring. Miss Field parted her labia and inserted two fingers
at once, deep into her vagina. Tanya moaned and rocked slightly,
catching herself. "She is tight," Miss Field said. "We should tease
her with the male." 

     "A marvelous idea," agreed Miss Reage and Tanya was released
from her handcuffs and ordered to the floor, directly in front of
the first horse, on her hands and knees. Miss Reage unbuckled the
harness. "Tanya, you must relax while I remove the phallus," she
said. "Spread your knees wide and turn in your toes." She took the
ring and slowly began withdrawing the shaft. "Breath deeply," she
commanded as more of the phallus appeared, but Tanya cried out
sharply when the phallic head passed through her anus. "It's out.
Relax and keep your head down." 

     Miss Reage approached Eric, took his leash, and led him to the
horse. She unsnapped the leash. "Step up on the platform and bend
over the block," she commanded. Prancing slightly, he got onto the
dolly and faced the pad. "Now place your feet at each end and bend
over," she repeated, reaching between his legs from the rear and
firmly taking hold of his scrotum, pulling it up and backward,
forcing his head down. A startled cry came from Eric. 

     He obediently spread his legs and lay across the padded block,
lowering his head. She buckled the collar around his neck and
strapped his ankles, wide apart, securing him firmly to the block
with his buttocks high and genitals hanging down in full view,
below the phallus ring. The two thin, black straps could be seen
going through the ring, as before, and disappearing on either side
of his scrotum, under his stomach. 

     "Angela, he is yours," Miss Reage said. "Notice how he is
positioned carefully to allow him, if he looks forward, to see all
of Tanya's charms as he is whipped?" 

     Angela produced a short whip, like M's. She stepped to the
side of the horse and touched the whip to Eric's buttocks,
measuring the stroke. "Shall I give him twenty, M?" 

     "Oh, no more, please!" 

     "Very well. Twenty, then." 

     Eric's buttocks quivered and he strained at the collars.
Angela's arm rose and a swish of air announced the first strike of
the whip. Eric heaved violently and screamed as the leather left
a red welt across his naked ass. The neck collar held his head
down, chain tight, barely allowing him a view of Tanya's genitals
displayed a few inches away. Again the whip fell, leaving a thin
welt as his buttocks involuntarily jerked with a new scream. 

     After five strokes, Miss Reage said, "Now M, notice how he is
fighting the phallus again? To no avail. The phallus does its work,
regardless, forcing submission." 

     And indeed, with each stroke of the whip and each scream the
phallus ring bobbed and heaved relentlessly outside his anus, in
the crack of his spasming buttocks, its embedded shaft riding and
mastering him.

     At last, his ass crossed with red lines, Eric lay quiet, the
whipping over. The handcuffs kept both hands inert, palms up
against his back which glistened with beads of sweat, while his
penis and balls hung helplessly exposed between his spread thighs
and elevated buttocks. 

     "Grease his balls and his butt," Miss Reage instructed M.

     "That will relax him before we tease the female." 

     "Come here," M motioned to a female slave. The slave stepped
forward and accepted a bottle of lotion. "Rub this into his
buttocks and carefully massage the scrotum. Do not allow him to
ejaculate!" she commanded. 

     Eric began making low whimpering sounds as the slave moistened
his hanging scrotum. The phallus ring moved each time he flexed the
muscles at the base of his cock. She pulled his erect penis
rearward and gingerly covered it with cream, avoiding the most
sensitive area behind the head. Miss Field remarked, "Notice how
his scrotum is contracting, pulling his balls up and tight? My male
slave does the same when he is aroused." 

     Satisfied when she saw the penile head flare and a drop of
semen appear at the tip, the slave began rubbing cream into his
buttocks, pausing occasionally to gently milk the scrotum and run
a finger underneath the penile shaft, drawing loud moans from Eric.

     Without warning the slave suddenly stopped, lay on her back,
raised and spread her legs, and began masturbating. The ladies all
joined in startled exclamations, but Angela said, "It is all right,
I gave her permission to masturbate at will. Otherwise she would
certainly be whipped for it." 

     The slave began to moan and masturbate faster, suddenly
reaching orgasm with furious intensity, legs waving in the air,
fanny jiggling. After a few moments Angela spoke to the slave:
"When you have recovered, finish anointing his buttocks."

     Meanwhile, the ladies prepared Tanya for teasing by first
taking her to a raised dais between two pillars at the end of the
room. Leather cuffs supporting metal rings on each side were
buckled to her ankles. She was handcuffed and told to sit at the
edge of the dais, then laid back by the shoulders and pulled
forward so that her handcuffed hands hung over the vertical end,
her buttocks suspended in mid-air. The handcuff chain was attached
to a ring bolt at the end of the bench. "Now raise your legs toward
your chest," they told her and, once done, her ankles were pulled
further back, spread wide, and fastened to the pillars by straps
which snapped to the leather ankle-cuffs. She now lay on the bench
with her vulva gaping open and her buttocks held slightly aloft and
split violently apart. Marilyn applied a strawberry whipped cream
evenly over Tanya's genitals, making her ready for Eric. 

     The ladies remarked at the generous size of Eric's cock as he
was led, handcuffed, harnessed and lubricated, to the waiting
female. Again, they noticed him prancing to the phallus. M said,
"Eric, you are to clean all of the whipped cream from this slave
with your tongue. If you do a proper job, the ladies and I will
insert your penis into her vagina. Now begin." 

     A pillow was placed in front of the dais, for Eric's knees,
and he dropped down between Tanya's raised and outstretched legs,
methodically licking the cream from her genitals which were moist
and swollen. Loud moans came from Tanya's mouth and, with each
licking, she squirmed and cried louder. Eric pushed his tongue into
her anus, causing more moaning, then concentrated on her clitoris
which was fully erect. Suddenly a violent orgasm overcame her and
she screamed and twisted with spasms. 

     The ladies immediately raised Eric by his forearms and pushed
him over Tanya, sliding his penis full into her vagina, causing him
to reflexively thrust, in and out. M held his balls from behind as
he reached orgasm with a yell, and the phallus ring jerked sharply
with each ejaculation until it was over. M said with a smile "Every 
Slave should have the chance to breed once in his lifetime - if he 
is already old enough to cum before he is done!".

     "Tanya will remain here," M said after several minutes. "You
follow me." And she re-snapped the leash to Eric's collar and led
him away, down a long corridor. "You will spend the night chained
in a tower bedroom," she said. "Tomorrow, at tea time, you will be
prepeard for the modification. If will be done in front of all
the ladies and their guests." 

Part III: The Modifying of Eric

     Angela took the short, black whip and straddled the bench,
over Tanya, standing between Tanya's outstretched legs. In this
position, Tanya's ankles were pulled back behind Angela, and
Tanya's raised and opened genitals stared up at her. Angela felt
the skin on Tanya's taught inner thighs, adjacent to her parted
nether lips --still engorged and moist with whipped cream, and
said, "You will be whipped here, between the legs, as well as your
bottom. Screaming will not stop it. It is the most thorough
whipping technique and all my slaves receive it at least once." 
"Oh, please!" Tanya said. "Don't whip me like that! I'll do
anything. I can't stand it! Oh, no! Please!" 

     "It is no use, Tanya. You must receive the whipping." 

     "No! No! Please!" 

     "Yes. And now I will begin." 

     She raised the whip and brought it down smartly between
Tanya's legs, on the inner thigh, just underneath the fold of her
buttock. Tanya screamed and twisted, to no avail. Again the whip
fell and again she screamed, begging for mercy.  Angela ignored her
and continued the whipping, steadly covering her buttocks and inner
thighs, leaving long, crisscrossed welts. Tanya's struggles became
frantic as she strained at the cuffs and straps, her screaming loud
and continuous, finally giving way to moans and sobs. 

     At last Angela stopped. "You will remain here for the night,"
she said, leaving. "Any other slave may have his will with you." 

Part IV: The Whipping of Eric

     Chained naked in the tower, Eric remained harnessed to the
phallus, helpless against its probings and discipline. With every
move during the night, as he lay face down on a large bed with his
hands chained to the corner posts, he felt its relentless
reminders. 

     Much later he awoke to the voice of M as she undid the harness
straps. "Relax, Eric, so that I may remove the phallus. Open your
legs and turn your toes inward. That's right." And he felt the
shaft withdraw, and the head pass through his sphincter, causing
him to cry out. 

     "There, it is out. Now we will bathe you and shave your public
hair fuzz. Then you will be ready for the modification," she said, 
unfastening his chains from the corner posts. He struggled to his 
feet, 
unsure of his whereabouts. The tower room was still dark, but he 
saw various
instruments of discipline on the walls. She handcuffed his hands 
behind
him and attached hobbles to his knees again. Then she produced the 
leash
and collar. "New male slaves must be collared until they are done..
Eric, come here." And she placed him before her, as before, gently
lifting his genitals and running the collar strap behind his
scrotum and around the base of his penis, latching it with the ring
on top. She snapped the long leather leash to the collar ring and
noted his penis becoming erect, tightening inside the collar. 

     She pulled him out the heavy door and down a dark corridor,
his hobbled knees permitting only short little steps with his
genitals pulled out in front of him, the leash tight, as she led
the way to the manor baths where his modification takes place. * * *
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