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“Cory,” Dinah’s voice was shrill with urgency, “go down cellar and stay there ‘til I come get you!”
“But, what did I do?” The boy did not understand his sudden banishment from the kitchen.
Dinah ignored the boy’s question. She ushered him to the door. He turned in one last pleading glance as she shoed him down the steps and secured the latch behind him.
“Trouble?” Poe entered from the dining area at the commotion.
“Just look out the window. The Master has turned into her father’s daughter. May God help us all!”
Poe bent his tall frame to look out the kitchen window. The view surprised him even with Dinah’s warning. Tess was leading a very naked, chained Jordan on a leash. They appeared to be heading for the lower estate.
“I’ll get Ben out of the stable and into the cellar,” Poe agreed with Dinah’s wisdom in this matter.
* * *
Twelve hours later, Jordan was unceremoniously shoved into her Master’s bedroom. Fatigued from the grueling day, she tripped on her chains and crashed to the floor at the foot of the bed.
“I am not to be disturbed,” Tess bellowed before slamming the door.
For a brief moment, the only sound was the soft hum of the monitor alert. A pathetic sob finally broke the stillness.
“Jordan, forgive me,” Tess cried as she helped the slave to sit up.
“Water,” Jordan’s voice cracked.
Tess jumped to retrieve the cold water jug from her night stand. Sitting with it, she eased Jordan into her lap and allowed her small mouthfuls of the liquid.
“Not too much, now,” Tess cautioned. “Slowly, my love.”
Jordan stopped drinking. The concern in the words allowed her to relax against Tess’ strong body. She whimpered when her pink, sunburned skin touched the rough cloth of Tess’ shirt.
“I have cream for that burn,” Tess moved to stand up.
“No! Just hold me,” Jordan, surprised by the fear in her own voice, refused to be released from her current position.
“That bad, huh,” Tess kissed the red brow beneath her chin.
“Oh, Tessa,” Jordan sobbed. “It was so much worse than anything I have suffered before. They all saw. They were horrified. The pity in their eyes was terrible. And you were so close but so very far from me; not a kind word or soft touch.”
Jordan’s grief tore at Tess’ heart. She had inflicted this unbearable pain on an innocent girl all in the name of the Manor. Tess hated herself.
“Let me get those chains off you and clean you up,” Tess, desperate for distance, tried to separate herself for Jordan.
“NO!” the slave buried her face deeper between Tess’ breasts. “Don’t let go of me. Just hold me, please. I can’t bare it alone for one more moment.”
Tess tightened her grip on the shuddering slave. A bath and sunburn care could wait, she reasoned. Jordan needed her close. It was all that the woman had asked of her so it was truly the least Tess could do.
“I’m so sorry, Jordan,” what else could Tess say.
“I need you,” hot, puffs of breath tortured the pale breast pillowing Jordan’s tear stained cheek. “Please, let me feel you.”
“What are you saying?” Tess swallowed hard.
Jordan lifted her face to Tess’ and placed a searing kiss on the soft, pink lips. Small but strong hands clutched the lapels of Tess’ shirt. There was a barely restrained panic vibrating in the body cradled on Tess’ lap.
“Own me, now!” It was a demand.
Tess lifted Jordan from the floor in a smooth movement. She carried them to the bed with deliberate purpose. Lowing the trembling body to the cool, silk sheets, Tess knew she should not take advantage of Jordan’s emotional distress. Tess was sure it would be wrong to have the slave in this state; frightened and chained.
“Please, claim me, be my Master!”
Jordan’s pleading drove Tess beyond reason. Tess let go of her tenuous hold on decorum and fell into the unknown blackness of reckless abandon. This moment was not about love but about absolute power. Its seductive embrace engulfed her as she plunged into Jordan’s throbbing sex with four stiff fingers. Thrusting with a passion she did not reign in, Tess rode the slave with savage wantonness. Her mouth found a sweet pink nipple and she sucked in rhythm with her willful hand. Jordan’s exquisite cries pushed Tess to hasten her punch; stroking the slave’s desire higher. On the final shove, Tess chewed passionately on Jordan’s sunburned breast.
“MASTER!” Jordan’s scream echoed in the halls of the Manor.
For the first time in her life, Tess accepted who she really was; Togo’s daughter, Master of Westerly.
* * *
The hum of the monitor alert broke into a full alarm shattering the early morning calm of the Manor. Tess leapt from the bed. Her shirt hung open and her pants needed snapping but boots were in place as her body dropped into a fighting stance. The bedroom door splintered open under the force of a battering ram. Governor’s guards swarmed into the room with weapons drawn. Tess sized up the opposing force with their fire power and raised her hands in defeat.
Guards shoved her to the floor on her belly. Handcuffs were quickly clicked into place as well as leg irons. Tess willed her muscles to relax under the rough handling. Without a word, the guards dragged her to the study. They forced her to her knees before the governor sitting at her desk.
“Thank you for joining me,” he smiled pleasantly.
“My home is your home,” she smirked and a baton cracked across her back.
“Don’t taunt the boys today,” the governor pursed his lips. “They loath the country and need to beat the snot out of somebody very soon.”
Several more guards entered with Jordan. She was still chained, naked, and looking worse for her night with Tess. Tess had to focus on the floor to hide her blush. Jordan did such wickedly delicious things to her body in the predawn hours, Tess was sure the excitement would show on her face.
“Oh, this is lovely,” the governor drooled as his eyes raked over Jordan’s figure. “It looks like you didn’t spare her your fury.”
“She betrayed me!” Tess stayed with the story in the hope Jordan could survive this coup. “But, she’s a good fuck. You should keep her after you kill me.”
The governor’s laughter filled the room.
“I’m not here to kill you. There was a complaint made and I’m investigating. But, if I do kill you then I’ll be certain to take the slave with me. She looks like a nice piece of ass.”
Tosca sauntered into the room with two guards following in his wake. Trapped between the guards was a half dressed Poe. He was restrained in the same manner as Tess. The muscles across his bare chest rippled as he flexed in his bonds.
“How does this involve Poe?” Tess was alarmed when the guards dropped the man beside her.
“Don’t you mean Daddy?” Tosca smiled.
“You, little twerp,” Poe struggled to his feet only to be beaten back to his knees by the guards.
“STOP IT!” Tess was not sure if she directed her command to Poe or the guards but the beating ended abruptly. “Will somebody tell me what’s going on?”
“Look at her,” Tosca ignored Tess and spoke directly to the governor. “She looks just like the slave; dark, tall, strong.”
“She looks like Agalia and you do too!” Poe was furious.
“If she is the product of two slaves then she is not free born and not entitled to the estate,” Tosca continued to disregard the pair in favor of the governor. “It’s obvious, she’s just a bastard slave.”
“NOT A BASTARD! Agalia was my wife,” Poe fought with the guards to get to his feet but was mercilessly clubbed for his efforts.
“Poe, stop it,” Tess’ plea forced him to control himself. “Is it true?”
Poe looked into the bright blue eyes before him. Eyes that could be his own.
“I don’t know,” he sighed and a tear escaped down his cheek. “It could be true.”
Tosca clapped his hands mockingly. The pair kneeling paid him no heed. They were too busy studying each other’s features and seeing each other for the first time.
“Well, there are tests to sort out the details,” the governor waved over the technician. “Tess, I’m afraid I’ll have to keep you in custody until the results come in tomorrow. Is there a cell or something here?”
Tess shook her head trying to make sense of the last few minutes. She had never been so lost in her life. Then she caught sight of Jordan. Standing silently between two guards, Jordan’s eyes were locked on Tess. Clear and true and unafraid, Jordan smiled. Tess had one thing to be certain of now; Jordan loved her.
“Answer the question,” the guard punched Tess in the kidney.
“No, no cell,” Tess gasped. “There’s a restraining post in my stable.”
“I guess that will have to do.”
The technician swabbed a sample of DNA out of Tess’ mouth. Placing it in a bag, he labeled and boxed it to travel. Poe tried to resist the swabbing but the guards forced his mouth open. Again, the technician bagged, labeled, and boxed the specimen. He was preparing to pack his equipment when Poe spoke up.
“Do Tosca too.”
The room fell eerily silent as all eyes turned on the Lord. Tosca laughed nervously but nobody joined him.
“Care to explain,” the governor spoke directly to Poe.
“Agalia was my wife before, during, and after Togo took her to rape nightly.”
“That fucking whore!” Tosca screamed.
Poe bolted to his feet before the guards could knock him back down. He was heading straight for Tosca. One of Jordan’s guards managed to get hold of him and pushed him back into the arms of his own guards. In the frantic attempt to regain control of the slave, nobody noticed Tosca cross the room and drive his knife into Poe’s unprotected belly until the deed was done. Bedlam broke loose with the first sign of blood. Guards poured into the room and enforced order. Poe was dumped next to Tess and she shielded him as best she could from the scuffle. Tosca was finally tossed in a chair and subdued with a slap. Jordan had shrunk back from the brawl to cower in the corner. Guards pulled her front and center to kneel before the unfazed governor.
“Enough exercise, already,” he tisked.
“Please, there is a doctor in town, send for him, please,” Tess was desperate.
“I know how lenient you are with the slaves but not me, Contessa. He tried to attack a Lord. Poe got what was coming to him. If he survived then I would need to go to the trouble of executing him. But, I’m not a thoughtlessly cruel man. I’ll send him to the barn with you so you can say your good-byes.”
The guards seized both Tess and Poe. They were dragged from the room without a word or struggle.
“Now, Tosca, I’m going to let you go to your room and drink all you want. If I see that skinny behind of yours outside your room, I’ll stake you out on the front lawn. Got it?” Tosca nodded as the guard pulled him from the study. “So, that leaves you.”
The guards dragged her to her feet. Jordan stood proudly before the governor.. Fixing her gaze on him, she sneered ever so slightly.
“I don’t usually do women but you look tasty,” the governor licked his lips. “Let me see, which guard should be our escort? Did you any appeal to you?”
Jordan did not answer. On cue, her guard snapped her knees out from under her with his baton. Jordan grunted as she landed solidly on the floor.
“You’re lucky I like the rough stuff,” the governor chuckled. “You, there, with the beard,” he pointed to a wall of a man, “take my little dish upstairs and warm her up for me.”
The guard clicked his heels at the command. Grabbing a handful of Jordan’s hair he pulled her from the room. Jordan focused her mind on becoming what the governor and this guard wanted; a good fuck.
* * *
“Poe, stay awake,” Tess spoke to the rapidly paling face next to her on the stable floor.
“I’m sorry,” he winced.
“For what? Trying to hit Tosca? I wish you did,” Tess tried to keep it light.
“I’m sorry if I’m your father.”
“Why?” Tess was hurt by the apparent rejection.
“I put you in such danger. It was wrong but we loved each other so much,” he was panting in agony. “We would meet on the back stairs and most times have each other right there. She needed me after him to ease her soul. It was the only way to survive the daily brutality.”
Tess had no words for Poe. Nothing would make him feel less guilty.
“You are everything I could want in a child but if you are my child then I have sentenced you to slavery,” Poe was crying. “I’m so sorry.”
“No, don’t be sorry. You have always been a better father to me than Togo. I love you, Poe. And consequences be damned, I hope you are my father.”
“My child, my daughter,” Poe breathed his last with a smile.
Tess’ anguished screams echoed across the estate long into the night.
* * *
“That’s it, you can take it,” the guard groaned as he stuffed himself into the tight, dark space of Jordan’s ass. “Tell me how you like it!”
Jordan was on all fours on the floor. The guard at her backside had one arm hooked around her throat and the other squeezing the life out of her clit. He was relentless in his pounding assault.
“Harder, sir,” she choked out the words.
“Oh, beautiful,” the governor sat across from the scene playing with his limp member, “me next, big boy.”
“Yes, sir,” the guard slapped furiously into Jordan as he was approaching his climax.
Jordan felt the hot juice squirt into her. The guard slowed his pace with a steady discipline. Jordan was sure he and the governor played this game often. When he withdrew, Jordan dropped forward in a trembling heap. Their giggles told her she was on the right track with these two. They like the suffering even more than the sex. Exaggerating her pain, Jordan crawled to the governor’s feet. She managed to rattle her chains along the way certain it would excite the man.
“Mercy,” she wept as she kissed his boots.
“I’ll have to give this one a try,” the governor was finally hard. “Chain her on the bed.”
Jordan gave the appearance of resistance as the guard scooped her up. She weakly fought his efforts to chain her wrists above her head and ankles spread apart. Crying with more enthusiasm than may have been needed, she begged the little man approaching her with an already bobbing penis to be gentle.
“Please, governor, don’t hurt me,” the words sounded empty and hollow to her but it did the trick for the governor as he firmed up.
“I’m gonna make you squeal,” he straddled her and drove into her. “DAMN IT!”
Jordan bit her lip. She was too dry to support the prick. The guards meaty fingers had rubbed her raw. Rolling her eyes, she wondered why the governor had not be using cream while he played with himself.
“I’m sorry, sir. My Master keeps salve in the draw,” the sudden slap surprised her.
Within a few seconds, the governor reigned down six or seven stinging smacks to her face. Jordan whimpered for real this time. The governor pulled himself out of her and shoved his sagging penis into her wounded mouth.
“SUCK ME, CUNT!” Jordan obliged but the governor’s desire was still flagging. “You stinking dyke!” Slap, slap, slap; the frustrated man withdrew his member in favor of a beating. “I bet you get all slippery for Tess. Bet you can take her fist to the elbow. You probably soak her sheets. What could she possibly have that I don’t?”
“A vagina.”
Jordan knew it was stupid but she said it anyway. She was tired of acting like she cared. She was exhausted from pretending for the amusement of small men with smaller egos. Jordan wanted only to be with Tess regardless of the outcome of the paternity test. An enslaved Tess was better than any other master.
The governor was wild. His guard made the mistake of laughing and missed the crucial moment when governor tossed his knife. It lodged in the guard’s windpipe. The big man dropped to the floor gagging twice before dying. The governor stepped over the body to get to the man’s clothes piled on the chair. Returning to the bed with a whip, he smiled at Jordan.
“Now, that I have something stiff, let’s see how sweet you really are.”
Jordan did beg for mercy when the governor began raping her with the unyielding whip handle.
* * *
Jordan woke on the floor. Every inch of her body ached. She had blacked out during the assault and was not clear about her ejection from the bed. But, here she was on the floor and free of her fetters for the first time in two days.
The governor lay in the middle of the big bed, snoring. An empty nectar bottle clutched in his hand gave Jordan hope the man would sleep a while more. She shuddered to think he might wake with enough time to continue to torture her.
“Governor,” a loud knock at the door broke the stillness but the governor did not stir.
Jordan hurried to the door. She hoped the guard would not need to wake the governor this soon. Opening the door, she felt the cold morning air chill across her sunburned flesh.
“Slave, where’s the governor?” The guard was abrupt.
“Sir, he’s sleeping, very heavily. He asked not to be disturbed,” she figured it was worth a try.
“Well,” the guard looked into the room and saw the governor sleeping soundly, “when he wakes give him this. Don’t screw up or I'll flog your pretty, little hide.”
“No, sir, I won’t screw up.”
Jordan shut the door and push the lock closed. She caressed the envelope entrust to her. It was nothing less than Tess’ very life in her hands.
* * *
The governor sat once more in Tess’ chair. Jordan, clothed in the skimpy tunic of a sex slave, knelt at his feet. Tosca sat across from them holding his aching head. A slightly green complexion indicated the Lord had stayed very drunk during the night but had nothing to drink this morning. Guards dragged Tess into the silent room. She never lifted her tear swollen eyes to look at the governor.
“Sleep well?” The governor smiled.
“Yes, sir, thank you, sir,” Tess was numb from her loss of Poe.
“You’re no fun,” the governor sulked. “Remove her restraints. I’m sure the Master of Westerly would like to get washed up after a night in the stable.”
Tess tried to process the information. The guards gently freed her and helped her into a nearby chair. Still unsure what to make of the governor’s words, Tess remained silent as she buttoned her shirt over skin stained with Poe’s blood.
“You are not Poe’s bastard but,” the governor smiled broadly, “Tosca is! Don’t you just love poetic justice!”
Tosca’s head snapped up at this. He frantically scanned the room looking for some kind of escape but the guards were on him. In moments, Tosca was kneeling before the governor naked and chained. When he tried to speak the guards clubbed him.
“I’m going to enjoy teaching you how to use that mouth, boy,” the governor stood gracefully and walked over to Tess’ chair. “Sorry about the inconvenience. No hard feelings.”
The governor extended his hand and Tess rose on shaky legs to take it. His smile was dangerously happy.
“Thank you for sorting out everything,” Tess forced herself to be polite.
“You don’t mind if I keep Tosca, do you?”
“No, sir, he’s yours to take.”
“TESSA!” The guards smacked him to silence.
“Take him out to my transport and gag him for God’s sake,” the governor waved them away. “What about the girl? Wanna sell her to me?”
“I, ah, I,” Tess felt a trap closing around her.
“What about a full clemency?” Jordan looked up in horror.
“Governor, sir,” Tess ached over her decision, “your offer is most generous but I like her too much. She’s becoming an obsession.”
“Well, then,” the governor husked, “the parole agreement stands. You are foolish, Tess. It’s too good an offer to turn down over a piece of ass.”
“It is also too good an offer to make over one.”
The governor’s laughter pierced the morning. He slapped Tess hard on the back, almost driving her to the floor.
“I guess, you finally figured a way around your clipping. Don’t worry, I don’t care if you fuck the little cunt blind just keep the food shipments coming,” the governor winked. “I should come to country more often. It is very relaxing.”
With that, the governor left them. His guards followed him out like a receding tide. Tess hurried over to Jordan and helped her to her feet. Any conversation was stifled with a passionate kiss.
“My room,” Tess whispered when she pulled back.
* * *
They had bathed together in silence with the steady hum of the monitor alert easing them. Neither was ready to risk even eye contact. Once in the comfort of big bed, Tess treated Jordan’s injuries.
“How could you?” Jordan sniffed as Tess finished bandaging Jordan’s wrist.
“What?” Tess did not look up from her work.
“How could you give up your chance at freedom like that?” Jordan’s trembling fingers lifted Tess’ chin allowing her a clear view of beautiful blue eyes.
“You love me,” Tess stated a fact. “Nobody has ever loved me the way you do. I can see it, Hell, I can feel it when you look at me.”
Jordan’s cheeks burned in embarrassment. She tried to turn away but Tess gently guided her back to face her. Jordan’s tears fell freely.
“I do love you, Tessa, but you’re wrong. Your father and mother loved you too,” Jordan kissed the palm cupping her cheek. “Poe was your father. I changed the documents while the governor slept.”
“I know,” Tess breathed as her hands began to caress Jordan’s breasts. “I was sure you had a part in saving me. How can I ever thank you?”
Jordan groaned when attentive fingers fondled her nipples to rock hard points. She arched her back as she reclined. Tess’ mouth took over for her left hand allowing it the freedom to stroke Jordan’s sex.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Tess sighed releasing the nipple momentarily.
“Please, I want you,” Jordan pushed out the image of the governor with the whip in his hand. “Maybe, you could do that thing, you know, to my back.”
Tess laughed at the pink flush in Jordan’s cheeks. Placing an innocent kiss on bruised lips, Tess released her grip on the woman.
“You are so sweet,” Tess grinned, “roll over and let me serve you.”
Jordan eagerly flipped on her belly. Tess’ lips were like a salve on the tortured flesh; the fiery passion of each kiss cooled to a refreshing chill. Jordan captured Tess’ hand and repositioned it between her thighs.
“Are you sure?” Tess hesitated.
“Master, I am yours,” Jordan guided the fingers into her soaking center, “and this is the way I want it, always.”
Tess began with a slow stroke into the abused sex. Poe’s word echoed in her mind; “she needed me after him to ease her soul.” Just like Jordan needed Tess now.
“I love you, Jordan,” she felt the woman pushing hard against fingers impaling her. “I’ll always love, you,” Tess positioned herself over the curve of Jordan’s ass cheek and began riding her. “I’m,” Tess grunted as her own passion rose, “I’m yours, you know,” Jordan squeaked at the words pushing her closer to orgasm, “Jordan,” Tess ground out trying to hold back her moment, “I’M YOUR SLAVE!”
The women screamed their release together; losing themselves to each other forever.
