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Subject: The Manor
Date: 11 Oct 1996 02:51:01 GMT

Copyright(C) 1987 by Lisa Romley

			      The Manor
				  by
			     Lisa Romley
				Part I
			     The Arrival

	It was not without a certain misgiving that M brought her
fiancee Eric to Miss Reage's estate that late, cloudy afternoon. He
knew the consequences of going to The Manor after their discussion
that very morning, but she remained apprehensive. Would Eric have
second thoughts under Miss Reage's appraising glances, or would he
become terrified the moment of his full comprehension?

	Leaving the cab at the gate they walked through a low, ivy
covered archway to the heavy oak door. M smiled inwardly at her choice
of this handsome young man with his perfect features and strong build.
She rang the bell.

	A maid ushered them to a small, carpeted room off the hall and
left them alone, closing the door. The room was empty except for a
chest of drawers, table, and two padded ottomans. A full length mirror
covered one wall. She placed her coat and handbag on the table. She
must prepare him for Miss Reage.

	"Eric, we must remove all of your clothing. Give them to me."

	She used a key to open a small, wood-paneled locker while he
sat on an ottoman and took off his shoes and socks. Afterward he stood
and unbuttoned the rest of his garments, surrendering them to her
until at last he wore only undershorts.

	"Those, too," M said, holding out her hand. A flush of
embarrassment swept over him. He hesitated. "Come on," she urged.

	He put his thumbs inside the elastic and slid the garment past
his knees, to the floor, and stepped out of them. He was now totally
naked in front of her. She smiled and let her eyes wander over him,
then put his shorts in the locker and turned the key.

	He stood next to the ottoman and she was pleased with the
image of his buttocks in the mirror. Miss Reage would approve. She
opened a drawer and found the handcuffs. "Eric, I must follow Mrs.
Reage's rules. I know it is difficult, but I'll be with you, at least
at first. Please turn around and give me your left hand."

	He hesitated, then faced the mirror. She quickly handcuffed
his hands comfortably behind him, double locking the ratchets. She
turned him around, explaining in a firmer voice, "Now Miss Reage will
want you to spread your legs. You must remember to do it this way,"
she said, tapping his inner thigh. She urged his feet outward on the
warm carpet until his legs spread unnaturally, stretching his thigh
muscles taught. His genitals hung free and glaringly exposed. She
moved her hand over his buttocks, feeling and squeezing. His erection
grew rapidly, to her satisfaction. "And remember not to speak unless
asked."

	She returned to the drawer and withdrew a white hand-towel and
a small tube of clear jelly. She opened the towel and lay it on the
table, put some jelly on her fingers and carefully spread it over the
head of his penis, causing it to surge rigidly upward. She closed the
tube and lay it on the towel.

	There was a click of the door latch and it opened for an
attractive woman dressed in a black evening gown with heels and long
gloves. She carried a small leather case. She stepped in and closed
the door. Eric saw her glance fall to his genitals as she put the case
down and walked slowly around him, her eyes moving over his body from
head to toe. "Was the driver on time?" she asked M.

	"Yes, thank you."

	She continued her appraisal for what seemed like several, long
minutes. Finally, "Have you whipped him?"

	"No, he's new and untrained, a beginner, Miss Reage."

	"You have my admiration for choosing such a specimen. Of
course I will have to examine him."

	"Of course."

	"Shall we begin?"

	"Yes, please."

	"Good." She sat down on the other ottoman. "Bring him closer."

	M took his elbow and walked him in front of Miss Reage, his
erect penis at her eye level, and again tapped the inside of his
thighs, spreading his legs wide. He nervously pulled against the
handcuffs, breathing faster.

	"When you are finished here," Miss Reage addressed Eric, "you
will have become a trained, sexual slave in every respect. You will
be a prize for your owner, rather than another clumsy male." She
looked at M, "Has he been sized?"

	"No, but is it necessary, so soon?"

	"Oh yes, we do it right away. But, in a moment." She removed
her gloves and ran her hand up Eric's leg, beside the scrotum, feeling
the tumescent perineum. Her fingers played with his testicles, one by
one, moving them up and down, feeling their shapes. Eric emitted a
small moan. With both hands she spread the scrotum, testicles apart,
and examined it. She lifted his balls and looked behind them, feeling
the shaft at the base of the penis. Finally, with two fingers, she
squeezed the very tip of the glans, forcing out a clear drop. "He is a
remarkable choice. I think the others will agree, don't you?"

	"Oh yes. I want to show him tonight."

	"But first we must finish. Bring me the case, please, and if
you have any questions, ask them."

	M set the case in front of Miss Reage and asked, "How long
must he be handcuffed?"

	"Only until he learns not to masturbate without permission.
Some learn quicker than others. The training harness helps. I believe
this will do." She chose a phallus from the case. It was smooth and
black, with a ring attached to the base. "Bend him over the other
ottoman and bring me the jelly," she said as Eric's eyes widened.

	Eric was positioned with his legs spread, but his head down on
the ottoman and his buttocks raised sharply. He was conscious of his
balls hanging down in full view of M and Miss Reage. He could not see,
but only feel what they were doing.

	Miss Reage squeezed some jelly onto the tip of the phallus.
"Now M, stand beside him, turn his feet inward as much as possible,
and with both hands, spread his cheeks."

	M complied. Eric felt her hands on his buttocks, pulling them
apart and exposing his anus. "But why turn his toes inward, Miss
Reage?"

	"It prevents him from pressing his buttocks together and
resisting the phallus, M. Now watch carefully."

	The jellied tip of the phallus felt slippery to Eric as it
touched the mouth of his anus. "When you do this, M, tease the
sphincter with the instrument as I am doing. It teaches his anus to
grasp the tip and makes penetration easier. You might also pull
slightly on his scrotum, like this."

	She took his scrotum, above the testicles, and pulled gently
down in a milking motion. Eric moaned loudly. "This milking action
relaxes the males, M. Helps them learn to take the phallus. Now feel
his cock. Is it very hard?"

	M reached underneath his stomach and felt his penis. It was
bone-hard. Another loud moan escaped from Eric. She spread his cheeks
again. "If you looked at the end of his cock, M, it would be red and
flared," Miss Reage continued, still teasing his anus with the
phallus. "Relax and breath through your mouth, Eric.

	"Now M, when you push it in, do it slowly, backing out
slightly, then in again, moving the shaft downward, this way," she
demonstrated, as the tip disappeared and the shaft followed. Eric
gasped. She pushed it in to the ring. "See how the sphincter widens
easily around the shaft? He is taking it well, M. And this is the
right phallus. We won't have to find another size."

	Only the base of the phallus, and the attached ring, was
visible. Eric was panting in short breaths, his hips moving slightly,
causing the ring to bob up and down a few inches.

	"Yes, I see, Miss Reage. May I try it once?"

	"Of course, dear. Remove it slowly, take your time, and you
may do it again." M took hold of the ring and carefully withdrew the
phallus, pausing slightly as the head passed through the anal opening
and Eric's cheeks quivered violently.

	"Before you put in back in, straighten him up and check his
penis, M. But be careful not to touch it. He may orgasm instantly, if
you do."

	M took his elbow and guided him to a standing position. His
cock jutted straight out, pointing slightly upward. "Oh look, Miss
Reage, it IS flared and red!"

	"That's why you don't dare touch it. He could orgasm
immediately in that state. Now bend him over again."

	Once more Eric was forced, head down, over the ottoman and his
legs spread apart, feet turned awkwardly in. M applied more jelly to
the phallus and Miss Reage parted his cheeks. "That's right, dear.
Tease the anus with the tip. Let the anus nibble and learn to reach
for it like a trained horse takes the bit."

	And indeed, as the tip of the phallus touched Eric's anus, the
anal opening flexed and nibbled, like Miss Reage said. After a moment,
with her slender fingers grasping the base, M easily slid the shaft
fully in, provoking another desperate gasp from Eric. "In time he will
get used to the phallus, M. There is an alternate method of insertion
I should show you, however."

	Miss Reage slowly removed the instrument. Eric's buttocks
quivered and flexed as the shaft withdrew and he moaned again as the
phallic head passed through the anal opening.

	"If you position the phallus below the anus, M, you can force
him to squat on it, thereby inserting it himself." She held the shaft
upright, beneath Eric's anus, and then, grasping the top of his
scrotum between her thumb and forefinger, she pulled firmly down,
obliging him to squat onto the phallus. Again, it slid easily up to
the ring. She released her grip on his scrotum.

	"I think a training harness will do for now, and a leash.
Then we can take a walk to the parlour."

	"Yes, I want to show him off."

	"Do you think he should be gagged?"

	"I don't know." Another long moan escaped from Eric. "Perhaps
it would be best since he has never been shown before."

	"I agree." Miss Reage opened a drawer in the small table and
removed a black leather harness composed of a belt and two thin
straps, attached with buckles. She fastened the belt around his waist
and turned it so the buckle was under his navel. The other two straps
hung down together from the small of his back, fell between the cheeks
and slid through the ring on the phallus, spreading to each side of
the scrotum where she attached them to the belt near his hips. "Now
stand him up, M, and we will collar him."

	M stood Eric upright and he jumped slightly, shaking his
harness. "See him prance? It's their way of fighting and testing the
phallus, M. They all do it, for awhile, until they learn that bucking
the phallus is useless. The phallus always wins." Miss Reage took a
small leather collar, no bigger than the circle of a thumb and
forefinger, with a small ring set in the leather opposite the buckle,
and sat herself on the ottoman. "Bring him here M, facing me."

	He was placed in front of her and his legs spread. He breathed
heavily, tensing his buttocks until Miss Reage stroked the inside of
his leg, saying "Easy boy. Easy now." He was, after all, bigger and
stronger than both ladies. She skillfully lifted his balls and slipped
the collar behind and around both his scrotum and the base of the
penis, positioning the small ring at the front, on top of the collar.
As she tightened the collar, Eric groaned, panting noisily.

	"Oh! Is he all right?" asked M.

	"Yes dear. Don't be alarmed. New slaves often react strongly
to the harness and collar. He will settle down. If not, there is the
whip."

	At that, Eric moaned again and struggled slightly against the
handcuffs. "Now bring me the leash and gag," Miss Reage instructed.

	M went to the drawer and found them, a long black leash and a
leather gag. "Kneel," commanded Miss Reage, pushing down on his
shoulders. He fell to his knees and swayed slightly. "I won't tell you
again, but I want those thighs spread, even when on your knees," she
reminded. "Now open your mouth. Wider. Now suck on this. Yes, all the
way back."

	She placed the gag, a soft, compressible leather ball device
scented with strawberry and attached to a strap and buckle, into his
mouth. "It is a tongue suppressor and gag, both," she explained,
pulling the buckle snug behind his neck. "In time, the scent of
strawberry will arouse him." The strap covered his lips and completely
silenced all but the most intense moans. She stood him up again so
that his erection bobbed out in front of her. She smiled to see Eric
quickly spreading his legs.

	She uncoiled the leash, snapped it to the ring on the small
collar and handed it to M, saying, "He should have knee hobbles."

	Miss Reage took two leather cuffs, joined by a short chain,
from the drawer and buckled Eric's legs together just above the knees.

	"Now M, when you lead him, he is hobbled so you can always
keep a slight tension on the leash. Break him to the leather and
phallus by walking around. Perhaps tomorrow you can exercise him
outside on the grounds."

	Hobbled, Eric moved in quick little steps to obey commands
from the leash as M pulled him forward across the room. "You will need
this to keep his attention," Miss Reage said, handing M a short, black
leather whip. "On occasion, smack his buttocks if he lags or balks.
Later I will show you the art of finer whipping to raise his
responsiveness. I think now he needs a mask for his first showing,
don't you?"

	"Oh yes, I nearly forgot."

	Miss Reage produced a silver party mask and placed it on Eric.
"Now you have a mystery-slave. Really, I do believe there will be some
jealousy, M."

	"Yes, Miss Reage. So do I."

	"Now walk him a bit more while I go out and make the
announcement."

	M continued to lead Eric around the room as Miss Reage closed
the door. Once he resisted the leash, standing and squirming,
surprising M. She tugged, but he remained defiant. With a quick
movement, she snapped the whip across his buttocks. A muffled yell
came from behind the leather gag and his knees bent slightly. She
watched his buttocks spasm against both the whip and phallus. He
lurched forward, but she stopped and fastened the leash to a hook in
the wall, at waist level. "Step backwards until the leash is taut,
Eric," she commanded with a new resolve. He obeyed and the strap
pulled up tight on his genitals. "Good. Remember that I still love
you, Eric, but I do want you trained properly and I will use this whip
to be certain you are mine and only mine. Do you understand?"

	Eric nodded and moaned. She checked the harness and hobbles.
The phallus remained well in place, held by the straps, with only the
ring partially visible between his buttocks. "Soon we will going out
to the parlour so the other ladies may see you. Please don't cause me
to whip you, for I shall if need be, and remember to spread your legs
when you are not hobbled." She took hold of the phallus ring and moved
it slightly up, forcing Eric to his toes and another long moan from
behind the gag.

	Taking the leash again, she pulled him toward the door and
opened it. He followed her down the hall, prancing slightly, his gait
accommodating the hobbles and phallus, his penis straight out and his
balls raised beneath the leash strap. They walked toward a set of
closed, double doors leading to the parlour. Light, merriment and the
loud murmur of female voices flowed from under the doors. She knocked
three times.

			       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.

	"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 placed
on the dais, completely nude, and whipped in front of all the ladies
and their guests."

			       Part III
			The Whipping of Tanya

	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, steadily 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 her 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 make you ready
for the dais," 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 when they are moved, 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.