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	Hi everyone!

	Just before I took sick with acid reflux disease back
in 1998, a good friend bet me a case of Miller Genuine
Draft that I couldn't write an English style bondage
story.

	If you've ever read any FE Campbell books from House
of Milan, or a few PN Dedeaux novels, you know the
formula.

	A captured girl; a slightly daft English Lord and his
wife; and a large country home or castle - complete
with Dungeon.

	At one time I had planned to try and write and sell
this commercially.  But Masquerade went out of
business, Nexus doesn't take non-consensual novels, and
Chimera has some restrictions as well.

	So here is "Manor" - and as you can see, this is
professional class writing, much better than my usual
hurried style.

	Enjoy!

	Who knows - maybe after I do "Dangerous Games" I'll
finish "Slave to Capitalism" and then do "Manor."

sfmaster




>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
WARNING!  This story is only for adults over the age of
18 and contains Strong Sexual Content.  It is intended
as a work of fiction for ADULTS only, and the author
does not in any way condone similar behavior.
If you are under the age or 18 or reside in a state,
nation, or planet that prohibits such behavior, stop
reading immediately!!!
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"Manor of no Return"

By sfmaster@worldnet.att.net

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Copyright (c) 2001 by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net

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Manor of No Return Chapter 01 by
sfmaster@worldnet.att.net

	When Davinia Kelly awoke, it was immediately apparent
that she was not in own apartment in London.  To begin
with, she found that she was lying flat on her stomach,
her head resting sideways on a single pillow.  The bed
was an elegant four poster, complete with brass knobs
at each end.  The sheets and linen smelled fresh, and
had been scented rather nicely with something.

	However, when Davinia tried to move, she discovered
that she was held immobile in the bed's center by a
wide leather strap that secured her to it.  In
addition, her hands were cuffed behind her back. 
Lastly, as if to emphasize her position, some kind of
bar was locked to her ankles to keep them apart. 
Davinia also felt the presence of a collar around her
neck.

	"Hello!  Hello!" cried Davinia several times.

	It all seemed so incongruous.  Here she was, in this
elegant bedroom, tied to the bed, helpless.  She had
gone to sleep the previous night on the couch in her
work clothes, after working late at her company.  Now,
she was a prisoner in a room that was larger than her
entire flat in London.

	With her throat dry, she ceased calling.  The window
was open, and she could hear the sounds of birds
outside the window, as it was summer.  Wherever she
was, it wasn't in the city.  No, she was in the
country, as there were no sounds of traffic present.

	Suddenly the door opened to admit a maid dressed in
black lace, with a lacy kerchief on top of her head. 
Looking at the Maid's waist, Davinia was startled to
see a riding crop hanging from her belt.

	"What's that for?" asked Davinia.

	"You, in the event that you don't behave and be a nice
little girl," answered the Maid, "I'm Emily, and I'm to
conduct you to see his lordship."

	"You've got to help me," said Davinia, "please let me
go!"

	"I am here to take you to my lord, provided that you
behave," she answered.

	"Let me go, please!"

	"Are you going to give me any trouble?" asked Emily,
as her right hand grasped the riding crop.

	"No," Davinia answered.

	"I am to conduct you to the dining room, and to report
any disobedience on your part to my lord.  Please don't
make it any more difficult for yourself?" asked the
maid.

	"Yes.  I'll do whatever you say."

	"Good.  It will only go harder on you otherwise."

	The maid first released the bar from Davinia's ankles,
then undid the strap that held her to the bed.  Close
up, Davinia noticed that the maid was one of the most
attractive girls, certainly model quality that she had
ever seen.

	"Would you like a drink?  To go to the bathroom?"
asked the maid.

	"Yes, thank you."

	Davinia was conducted, with her hands chained behind
her back, to the bathroom.  The maid first drew a glass
of water, with Davinia drank greedily.  She did not
know how many hours that she had been unconscious and
her throat felt like sandpaper.

	"May I have another?  Please?"

	The maid quickly drew another, and Davinia wished that
she could hold the glass by herself.  Instead, still
standing, the maid held the glass again for Davinia to
drink.

	"If you release my hands, I can go myself, thank you,"
said Davinia.

	"Only milord has the key.  Either I help you, or you
don't go," answered the maid.

	Davinia flushed red when the maid removed her skirt
and pulled down her knickers.  Sheepishly, she sat down
on the toilet seat and emptied her bladder and bowels. 
She could not have imagined before that she could do
her toilet in front of another woman, but she felt that
she was full to bursting!  It was quite a relief to
have emptied herself!

	"Thank you," said Davinia when she stood up.

	Without comment, the maid first cleaned Davinia's sex
with a moistened and scented towelette.  Then Davinia
moaned when the maid took some toilet paper, got out a
jar of petroleum jelly, and proceeded to clean out her
arse.  Davinia felt like jumping when she felt the cold
jelly pushed into her behind, then the maid proceeded
to clean Davinia's arse hole until she was satisfied
that her charge was totally clean and all but a trace
of the jelly removed.

	"Why did you do that?" asked Davinia.

	"Milord wants you clean back there.  You'll see.  Now
come."

	Davinia stood impassively as her knickers were drawn
up around her waist and then her plaid skirt as well. 
The maid then washed and dried her face with a towel,
and brushed her hair.  The maid grasped Davinia's arm,
and pulled her along.

	The house was that of a large country estate, of the
type that Davinia had only seen on television and
visited once on holiday when she paid to see a lord's
house who had fallen on hard times.  It was big, with
many rooms.  Davinia let herself be pulled along until
they reached a set of double doors.  The maid knocked,
and waited.

	"Come in," answered a male voice.

	The Maid opened one door, and drew Davinia inside. 
There, she got the shock of her life.

	"Sir Colin?  What are you doing here?  Why am I tied
like this?" cried Davinia.

	"Emily, please seat our guest at the table," said the
man seated at the head of the table.

	"Yes, Milord."

	Davinia was pulled over to a chair, and a belt was
locked around her waist.  Another chain, almost as an
afterthought, was locked to her collar.  Finally,
Davinia's hands were released, and she could rub her
hands together to restore the circulation.

	"Thank you," said Davinia.

	"What of Lady Olivia?" asked the man.

	"Still dressing, Milord.  Would you like me to have a
look?" asked Emily.

	"No, better get breakfast ready.  I'm sure that she
will be down shortly.  I shall deal with our guest,
thank you."

	"Yes, Milord," answered Emily as she curtsied before
withdrawing.

	"What's going on?" screamed Davinia.

	"All you questions are about to be answered, Davinia. 
You have been acquired, for use by myself, my wife, and
my brother, here at Branwell House," explained Colin.

	"What do you mean use?" asked Davinia.

	"Why, of course, as our slave, my dear," Colin
answered.

	Davinia remembered the last time that she had seen
Lord Colin Bramwell, just a few days earlier.  One of
the richest men in England, he had bought dying firms
and restored them to financial health.  Once amassing a
fortune, he had bought a disused title, and restored
the estate to its former glory.  Though dashing and
wealthy, he kept his name out of papers, being
secretive.  Davinia worked for one of his companies in
the City of London, and saw him occasionally.

	"I don't understand?"

	"It's quite simple.  You are one of the most beautiful
girls I've ever seen, Davinia.  I can't understand why
a girl like you isn't married, or living with someone. 
When I discovered that you were single, without family,
and unattached, I decided to take you for my own use."

	"Someone will come looking for me!" cried Davinia.

	"Hardly likely.  You live alone, your parents are
dead, and you have no boy or girlfriends or social
life, any interactions with the others in your block of
flats. Nobody will miss you, Davinia."

	"What about my landlord?"

	"That's been taken care of.  This morning, you called
your landlord to say that you were taking a trip to
Africa and a girl fitting your description will be
boarding a flight at Heathrow.  She will meet an
unfortunate end in Africa, and a death certificate will
be issued.  Just another wild English girl traveling in
the Third World where she didn't belong."

	"You thought of everything, haven't you?  What if I
don't cooperate?"

	"This can be quite a nice place, Davinia.  And Her
Ladyship and I can be quite gracious, provided you give
us total obedience.  But who you were no longer
matters, as you no longer exist.  Your entire world has
now become this estate, and your sole mission in life
is to please my wife, my brother, and me.  If you
don't, well, things can be quite unpleasant."

	"What are you talking about?"

	Just to demonstrate, Colin produced a riding crop that
had been resting on a table behind his chair.  He
flexed the slender rod for effect.

	"This can be used on more than horses, you know.  A
perfectly good use is on girls who misbehave."

	The doors opened to reveal Lady Olivia, who was
wearing a blue cotton dress.  She strode into the room,
and kissed Colin on the cheek, who partially rose from
his chair to greet her.

	"Good morning, dear. Is this the girl you told me
about?"

	"Yes," answered Colin.

	"Well, you were certainly right," observed Olivia.

	"You've got to release me!" Davinia plead.

	"We can talk further after breakfast," said Colin,
when Emily rolled in a tea trolley.

	In spite of the fact that she had been abducted,
bound, and subjected to an indignity by the Maid,
Davinia proceeded to eat breakfast in silence with her
hosts.  Chained to the chair, Davinia ate in silence,
as she was quite peckish.  She had no idea how long she
had been unconscious, and her stomach growled with
hunger.  She devoured orange juice, eggs, bacon, and
toast, and tea.  Finally, breakfast was done, and Emily
removed the dishes.

	"Thank you," said Davinia.

	"Good," said Colin, "you will now be my slave, and do
whatever is asked of you.  If you refuse, well, I can
become quite unpleasant."

	"You're mad.  What if I escape?" asked Davinia.

	"Olivia, you may release our guest while I explain,"
said Colin.

	Olivia rose from her chair, and proceeded to undo the
belt around Davinia's waist that had tied her to the
chair. Then the collar chain was unlocked. She then
produced a key, and unlocked her collar and bracelets.

	"Before you make a mad dash to the gate, Davinia, I
suggest you feel for the bandage on your lower back."

	Davinia hesitated, knowing from her experience that
Colin Branwell was a cold, calculating man who planned
ahead and meant what he said.  She did so, and felt the
presence of a bandage on her back that she had not felt
before.

	"What's that?" asked Davinia.

	"After you were abducted, I had a small device
implanted in your back, wired to your spinal cord.  You
know the one that my medical company was working on to
replace nerves for accident victims?  Well, what can
restore movement to some can also be used to control
others.  The device in your back, is the same as the
one Emily has also."

	"What does it do?" asked Davinia, fear in her voice.

	"To begin with, you cannot leave the estate.  Past the
range of special transmitters on the property, it will
deliver a fatal jolt to your system if you leave the
walls.  Plus, if you misbehave, I can send you a jolt
of pain in varying intensities any time I want."

	"I don't believe you."

	"Olivia."

	Olivia produced what looked like a television remote
control box, with a dial and a single red button.

	"Just the lightest setting dear, we don't want her to
lose her breakfast so soon."

	Olivia pressed the button, and a mild jolt of pain
went though Davinia's entire body.  She shook, and
cried out, falling to the floor.  Once it had passed,
Emily got shakily to her feet, holding onto the chair
for support.  Her breaths were ragged, and sweat was
pouring off her face.

	"I'm leaving," Davinia cried, "you're all mad!"

	"Please go then, the door's open," said Colin, "and
you'll be back once you've gone to the gate.  However,
once you return to the house, you had better leave your
clothes outside on the steps.  You won't be needing
them on your return."

	Still weak from the jolt that she had endured, Davinia
walked to the door and let herself out.  Had she not
been subject to what had transpired inside, she would
have enjoyed a visit to a country house like this. 
Instead, she was sure that her employer was quite mad,
and she would be reporting him to the authorities at
once!

	She walked slowly at first, but she picked up her pace
at the end of the drive when she saw the gate.  Walking
faster, she was determined to put as much distance
between herself and Lord Branwell as fast as she could!

	Just meters from the gate, she suddenly felt another
jolt of pain course through her system.  The closer she
got to freedom, the greater the agony became.  Spots
danced before her eyes, her stomach rolled with nausea,
the pain soon became so intense that she soon staggered
back the way she had come.  Defeated, she fell to the
ground sobbing, beating her fists against the ground.

	The pain had been so intense a second time, she knew
that there was no way that she would attempt the gate
again.  She just knew that the entire estate had been
ringed with the same system, and that there would be no
escape for her from Branwell Manor.  First in the
Dining Room, and now outside, she had felt like her
entire body had been in agony.

	Defeated, she got to her feet and slowly walked back
up the driveway that she had so confidently strode down
just a few minutes earlier.  She knew that trying the
gate again would be a useless gesture, and trying
elsewhere on the walled grounds of the estate would be
a waste of time also.  Colin Branwell was a man who
planned ahead in business, and Davinia was sure that he
extended his meticulous nature to his household as
well.

	Davinia reached the open front door of the house and
suddenly remembered Lord Branwell's parting words.  She
sat down on the steps, and cried, the tears freely
flowing.  Just a few hours ago, she had been free.  Now
she was some kind of prisoner, a thing had been
implanted that tied her to this place, and she was told
that she would soon no longer exist in the real world. 
She wondered just what sort of further indignities
would soon be forced upon her!

	Worse, in the office, she had been attracted to Colin
Branwell!  He was handsome, rich, a man of property who
was known to get his own way.  But Davinia could never
have imagined that such a man would use his power and
influence for something like this!

	Sobbing, she rose to her feet, and removed her
clothes.  First went her shoes, then her skirt and
blouse, and finally her blouse and knickers.  Even
though it was a warm summer day, she still shivered. 
Davinia had never been naked out of doors, and it was a
new feeling.

	Naked, she walked back inside the house, her bare feet
making no sound on the tiled floor.  She knocked at the
door of the dining room, and was invited inside.

	"Come in," ordered Lord Colin.

	Davinia opened the door, and re-entered the Dining
Room, totally naked.  She blushed when she saw the way
that both Colin and Olivia surveyed her nakedness.

	"Colin, you do know how to pick them!  She's the
prettiest girl that I have ever seen," observed Olivia.

	"Except for you, my dear," said Colin.

	"Why thank you, darling!  Now turn around, dear, and
let's see what you look like," ordered Olivia.

	Davinia did as she was told in silence.  It did not
escape her notice that Colin had the riding crop placed
on the table in front of him, close at hand.

	"Simply lovely, my dear.  I'm sure that once you get
settled here, we can get along just fine," said Olivia.

	Davinia nodded in silence, not sure of what to say.

	"You may address me as Lord, Sir, or Master," said
Colin, "and my wife as Mistress.  As my brother is not
a peer, just Master will do.  You may not look at us
directly, speak unless spoken to, or close your legs at
any time.  You will always be available for any use of
you that any of us will desire.  If you do not obey
instantly, there is always either the riding crop or
the whip.  Or the box.  Do you understand?"

	"Yes," said Davinia, fear in her voice.

	Colin reached for the riding crop, and Davinia
realized her mistake.

	"Yes, Sir, please don't strike me!  An honest
mistake!"

	"That's better.  Now then, shall we adjourn to the
library?" asked Colin.

	Colin rose from his chair, followed by Olivia.

	"Olivia dear, please replace our charges collar and
bracelets.  She's going to be wearing them for quite
some time."

	"Of course dear, I'll be along in a just a moment."

	Davinia stood in silence as the leather objects were
locked onto her once again.  She briefly considered
trying to ask or beg Olivia for her freedom, but
Davinia soon realized that Olivia already had
everything that she could want.  Including Davinia!

	She followed behind Olivia as they walked to the
library.  There, she found Colin was seated behind a
desk.  The library was a rich one, with scores of
leather bound books, their aroma making the library
somewhat sensual.  There was a desk and chair, a
leather couch, a footstool, and a couple of overstuffed
armchairs.

	"Are you ready for your initiation?" asked Colin.

	"Yes, Sir," answered Davinia.

	"Good, then get on the footstool."

	At first, Davinia thought that Colin meant that she
should sit on the footstool.  But then she lay down on
her stomach, and she realized quickly what was going to
happen next!  Olivia produced four coils of rope, and
soon her elbows and knees were tightly roped to the
stool's legs.

	With her bottom sticking out, she knew that she was
going to be used by Lord Colin!  Olivia sat down on the
couch, an audience waiting to see what would happen
next.

	"Thank you, darling," said Colin.

	"Please go ahead," said Olivia, "I want to see how she
performs."

	Colin rose from the desk and walked over to Davinia. 
He pulled over a low chair, and sat down in front of
her.

	Without speaking, he undid his trousers and dropped
them, followed by his shorts.  He had an athletic body,
one that Davinia would have been attracted to
normally.  His cock was already hard and erect, his
organ just reaching out to her.

	"You know what to do," said Colin, as he held the
crop.

	Davinia opened her mouth, and Colin thrust his organ
inside her.  She surrounded his shaft with her lips,
sucking at the already stiff member.  Davinia thought
that he would ram his shaft instantly to the back of
her throat.  Instead, he deliberately seemed to be
restraining himself, saving himself for some other
reason.

	Davinia had never been an enthusiastic cocksucker
before.  She had always wanted a man between her legs,
thrusting away.  But she knew that Lord Colin was now
testing her, and she would have to obey all of his
commands without question.

	She tried and tried to make him come in her mouth, but
Colin was holding back.  She ran her tongue over the
glans of his penis, and sucked greedily, hoping that he
would climax inside her.  But no, he was holding back
for some reason!

	"Not bad," said Colin when he withdrew his shaft,
"let's try your other end."

	Colin walked over to her behind, and Davinia elevated
herself so that he would have an easier time entering
her sex.  But Davinia gasped when she felt cold jelly
again being applied to her arse!

	"Have you ever had a man up your behind?" asked Colin.

	"No, Sir."

	Davinia felt his hands open her arse cheeks, and then
she moaned as he gradually inserted his erect shaft
into her hole.  She tensed, fearing that he would
suddenly thrust like she had heard many stories from
other girls.

	"Relax, relax," soothed Colin.

	Whether it was his gentleness or soothing tone,
Davinia didn't know.  It was gradually becoming
arousing to her being bound to the footstool, rubbing
her naked body against the soft black leather. 
Gradually, she relaxed her anal muscles, and she moaned
when she felt his shaft penetrate her bottom.  Now she
knew why Emily had cleaned her there so well!

	Even though she had never had a man enter her there
before, she was becoming excited.  Davinia moaned
slightly when he thrust his shaft deeper, then removed
it slightly only to thrust again.

	After repeated thrusts into her bottom, Davinia felt
as his cock became even harder.  She knew that he was
ready to come, and she waited patiently for him to
climax within her.  She tensed each time that he thrust
within her, her anal muscles closing around his hard
cock.

	"Ahhh!" cried Colin as Davinia felt his warm juices
spurt into her arsehole.

	Davinia moaned each time as his throbbing cock
squirted inside her his come warming her already warm
behind.  Her muscles spasmed along with his as he came
again and again.

	Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his cock
became limp and he withdrew.  His breathing was ragged,
and his chest was heaving from the excitement of his
climax.

	"Thank your master, Davinia," advised Olivia.

	"Thank you, Milord," Davinia quickly replied.

	"You're welcome."

	Colin withdrew to seat himself on the couch, and give
Lady Olivia a passionate kiss.  Olivia grasped his limp
cock in her hands, and watched the effect that it had
on her husband.

	"Why don't you rest dear, and I'll take care of
Davinia for a while," suggested Lady Olivia.

	"Enjoy," said Colin, "I think I'll have a whiskey."

	"Pour me one too?" asked Olivia.

	"Certainly darling!"

	While Colin retrieved his trousers and shorts, Olivia
carefully looked over her bound female captive. 
Without speaking to her, Olivia reached under Davinia's
body and began to pinch her breasts, making her squeal
with both pain and pleasure at the same time.

	Then she walked behind Davinia, and inserted her
fingers into Davinia's wet sex, pushing her fingers
inside and withdrawing them as if they were a cock.

	"My, you are excited, aren't you?" asked Olivia.

	"Yes, Mistress."

	"As Colin told you in the library, we can be an
awfully nice couple.  Now Colin could have rammed his
cock deep into your throat, and come inside you then. 
Or he could have rammed himself into your behind
instead.  Instead, you're hot right now, Davinia. 
Aren't you, dear?"

	"Yes, Mistress."

	"Now we're not going to be cruel, or use you for
something until you're ready.  But we're just gradually
going to train you in the next few weeks, introducing
you to new experiences along the way.  After some time
with us, you'll be a different person than when you
came here.  And you'll be amazed at what you'll be able
to do!"

	"Yes, Mistress," answered Janet.

	"Now Colin has made you wet with desire, and I'll bet
that right now you would just love it if he could use
his shaft inside your sex to satisfy you.  Isn't that
right?"

	"Yes, Mistress."

	Just a few days earlier if someone had told Davinia
that she would enjoy sucking on a man's cock and having
him up her arse hole, she would have told him or her
they were crazy!  Instead, she had to admit that she
was turned on and excited by the way that she had been
used by his Lordship.

	"Since this is your first time, I'm going to have to
deny you an orgasm, dear.  Pain before pleasure,
darling!  That's why instead of a cock up your cunny,
you're going to get a paddle on your bottom."

	Aroused and frustrated, Davinia felt like protesting
and crying out, begging to be used by Colin sexually. 
Instead she watched in silence as Olivia retrieved a
paddle from the desk, and displayed it to Davinia.

	"Not like the one used in public school, this one is
leather covered.  But I'm sure that I'll have warmed up
your behind by the time I'm finished."

	"Yes, Mistress," said Davinia, disappointed.

	Thwack!  Thwack!  Thwack!

	The leather-covered paddle struck Davinia's exposed
bottom, making her jump with each impact.  Olivia was
keeping to her word, and her strokes were measured and
careful.  Each stroke left Divinia's bottom a little
redder, the skin slightly warmer.

	Thwack!  Thwack!  Thwack!

	Davinia had never been paddled in the public school
that she had attended, but she had seen as the
headmistress had punished others.  One of her
girlfriends had told her to commit some violation so
that she could too be paddled, but Davinia never did.

	Thwack!  Thwack!  Thwack!

	"You're such a dear," observed Ollivia.

	Olivia continued to strike Davinia's bottom, the only
sounds in the library being that of the paddle and
Davinia's ragged breaths.  Tears came to her eyes after
a while, as her bottom was now in quite a bit of pain.

	"Ten!" cried Olivia.

	"Bravo," observed Colin.

	"That's enough for now, Davinia.  Ten is an awfully
good number to start with.  Now you have to learn to
thank your Mistress, and you'll be such a good girl."

	"Thank you Mistress," said Davinia.

	Much to her surprise, Davinia was soon released from
the footstool and allowed to sit upon it.  Her bottom
smarted from the paddling that she had received, but
she felt aroused and alive in a way that she never had
before.

	Colin handed her a small glass of whiskey, and she
drank it in small sips, enjoying the fiery liquid as it
went down her throat.

	"Thank you, Milord," said Davinia.

	"You're welcome, Davinia," answered Sir Colin.

	"Now I'm going to make sure that you're taken care of,
because we're going to have some fun later tonight,"
stated Olivia.

	"Yes, Mistress," replied Davinia.

	Even though what she had undergone in the library was
not terribly painful and had been somewhat enjoyable,
Davinia felt that her captors were going to slowly lead
her down a road that she would never have taken
before.  And Davinia wondered just would await her at
it's end. 

	For the remainder of the day, Davinia imagined that
she would suddenly be called to be used by his
Lordship, sexually or otherwise.  Instead, she was left
alone to wander the house and grounds.  She was fitted
with a horrible pair of five-inch stiletto heels that
were locked onto her feet, so that every step had to be
made slowly and carefully.  The heels and her nakedness
served to remind her of her position, along with the
collar and bracelets that she wore.

	In searching the house, Davinia discovered that the
kitchen knives that Emily used to prepare meals were
all chained up in the kitchen, with only about two feet
of movement.  There were no telephones in evidence, nor
any other method of communication with the outside
world.

	In every bedroom Davinia noticed that there was a
ringbolt set into the walls, and she guessed that she
was going to be secured to them quite often.  She was
allowed the freedom of the estate, or as much as the
heels, which hobbled her, did allow.

	During the afternoon, Davinia was allowed to use one
of the bedrooms to doze off.  Lady Olivia chained her
collar to the ringbolt set in the wall, and Davinia got
under the covers for a few hours of restless sleep.

	After awakening, she showered, and helped Emily again
serve Dinner.  Then the cleaning up, and the waiting
for whatever would happen next.

	Later, Davinia was again summoned to the library,
where Colin and Olivia were waiting for her.  Davinia
felt somewhat better, having eaten, and been allowed to
rest.  Her bottom, after been violated and beaten, felt
almost back to normal again.

	But she realized that they were only getting started
on her!

	"Did you have a nice day, Davinia?" asked Lady Olivia.

	"Yes, Mistress.  Thank you."

	"Good.  I trust that you weren't hurt too badly
today?"

	"No, Mistress."

	"Just one further thing, Davinia.  Emily also has
complete use of you as well.  You're going to helping
her in the kitchen and with the house.  So you had
better be a good little girl!"

	"Yes, Mistress," Davinia answered.  

	It seemed that everyone in Branwell Manor was going to
be able to take advantage of her captivity!

	"Good.  Then we shall proceed.  Go over to those two
posts, please."

	Davinia had seen the two posts before, and did as she
was ordered.  In no time, Olivia had attached her wrist
and ankle bracelets to chains on each one, leaving
Davinia spread-eagled between the posts.

	"Would you like to deliver the honors, dear?" asked
Olivia.

	"Of course, darling," said Colin, as he handled the
riding crop.

	In her time in public school, Davinia had ridden
horses before.  She had never ridden a horse that had
needed a touch of the crop, though it was standard
issue when riding.  Davinia had always heard stories,
of course.  That some people had used the crop on
others.  But that was fantasy!

	Yet here she, naked, already on her way to being a
slave to her employer as he held the crop in front of
her.

	"Don't hurt me, please," Davinia sobbed.

	"You forgot something," coldly answered Lord Branwell.

	"Milord, please don't hurt me."

	"That's better, there will be an extra penalty for
that later, Davinia.  But for now, you're going to have
your first time under the riding crop," coldly stated
Lord Colin.	         			        	   		 	   

	Davinia watched in fright as Lord Colin flexed the
wicked black leather object in front of her.  While she
always had heard stories about those people who had
used crops on people instead of horses, she could never
have imagined that she would now be subject to the
crop!

	"Kiss the crop, Davinia," ordered Sir Colin.

	Hesitantly, Davinia kissed the tip of the crop that
she knew was going to be used upon her.  She felt her
muscles tense, and the beginning of tears form in her
eyes.

	"Now we begin," said Sir Colin.

	Davinia tensed as she felt the crop strike her for the
first time, a stroke across her left thigh.  She
squealed, just in time for another to land.  Sir Colin
didn't stop, and he delivered a series of strokes, all
of which landed with some force, and left a mark
behind.

	Davinia cried and pulled at her bonds, trying to
escape from the awful crop.  Instead, her struggles
amounted to naught.  Bound between the posts by chains
and her bracelets, she was cropped repeatedly.

	Sir Colin was methodical in his treatment of Davinia. 
Her breasts and belly, her thighs, and her behind all
suffered the sting of the crop.  Davinia thrashed
around in her bonds, screaming for him to stop,
begging.

	Davinia could never have imagined in her entire life
that such a thing was possible, or that it might happen
to her.  Instead, she was now bound between two posts,
and getting the thrashing of her life!

	"Mercy, Master, mercy!" cried Davinia, suddenly
remembering something that she had read once.

	"What was that?" asked Lord Colin.

	"Mercy, Master, please?" begged Davinia.

	"I think that she understands, don't you dear?" asked
Lady Olivia.

	"Yes, darling, I think you're right," answered Lord
Colin.

	"Mercy, Master," Davinia repeated.

	"Yes, slave Davinia, your plea is answered." 

	Davinia relaxed in her chains, happy that the beating
that she had suffered was now over, at least for a
time.  It felt like her flesh was on fire!  Her entire
body was now in agony from what she had suffered at the
hands of his lordship.

	Lord Colin reached over, and pinched Davinia's erect
nipples, making her squeal.  But when he felt downwards
and pushed his fingers into her sex, Davinia flushed
red with embarrassment.

	"Wet, aren't we, my dear?" asked Lord Colin.

	"Yes, Milord," Davinia answered.

	"I knew that in the office you were always looking at
me, eager to find an excuse to cross my path.  Well
now, I've arranged it so that we'll be together for
quite some time."

	"Yes, Milord," answered Davinia.

	"She's such a dear," observed Olivia.

	"I'm sure that you'll enjoying using her too," said
Lord Colin.

	"I can hardly wait," answered Olivia.

	It was all that Davinia could do was to stand there in
silence, as her disposition was discussed by his and
her lordship.  Davinia realized that in just one day,
she had been made a slave, had taken a man in her mouth
and arse, and had been paddled and cropped!  And they
were just getting started!

	"Perhaps the bedroom, dear," suggested Olivia,
"Davinia's been such a good girl, I think that you
really should oblige her, darling?"

	"I say, Olivia, I do think that you're quite right,"
answered Lord Colin.

	Without ceremony Davinia was released from the posts,
and her hands were locked behind her back.  Then she
was marched to one of the downstairs bedrooms, and
spread-eagled onto the bed.  Her wrists and ankles were
chained to the four posts, and Lady Olivia made her
helpless.

	While this was being done, Lord Colin stripped naked. 
Soon, standing by the bed, he displayed a huge
erection.

	"Action stations, Milord?" asked Lady Olivia.

	"All present and accounted for, Sir!" declared Lord
Colin.

	Lord Colin joined Davinia on the bed, and with Lady
Olivia watching, mounted her.  Davinia was already wet
from being cropped just a few moments ago, and she was
hot and eager to be used.  All day long, she had
desired to have Lord Colin between her legs, and
finally it was happening!

	His hard erect shaft entered her moist canal, and she
shuddered when he plunged into her.  He rammed and
forced his cock into her, but Davinia was already wet
and hot with desire, so it didn't matter.

	Davinia wished that she were free so that she could
rake her nails across his back, and surround his legs
with hers.  Instead, she was helpless, but somehow that
only added to the excitement of her being used by his
lordship!  She panted and moaned whenever she felt his
cock move inside her.

	The bed bounced with their movements, and finally Lord
Colin came inside her, making Davinia moan with
pleasure.  Their sweat mingled together as he lay onto
top of her.

	"Good girl," said Lady Olivia.

	"Good show," observed Lord Colin.

	"Thank you, Milord."

	Lord Colin used Davinia twice more, and then Olivia
released Davinia to clean herself up.  The interiors of
her thighs were coated with both his come and her
secretions and she washed herself with a quick shower. 
Davinia felt used, but satisfied that she had given
pleasure to Lord Colin, and even had enjoyed the many
climaxes that his Lordship had given her.  Davinia's
collar was then chained to a ringbolt on the wall for
the night.

	Davinia then fell into an exhausted, dreamless sleep.

	The End of Chapter One

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