The Manor: Series I

by Arabella Kingsley

  Richard turned to one of his assistants.

  “Proceed.”

  The man moved towards Lucia and pressed a button. A whirring sound could be heard as a small flap in the horse directly below Lucia’s pussy opened up. From it a leather clad phallus was rising and shifting in to the perfect angle to penetrate her vagina. It stopped just short of entering her, its tip brushing the end of her clit. Seemingly unable to help herself Lucia began to move against it as though she was trying to quench some unbearable ache causing the men in the gallery to laugh.

  With his lips curling in to an amused smile at Lucia’s sudden submissiveness and desire to rub herself despite the onlookers, Richard took firm hold of her hips. Her husband clasped his hand around the phallus to hold it in place as Richard lowered her down on to the dildo. Lord Dewbury directed it up inside her channel until both men had ensured the phallus was deeply bedded at the edge of her cervix.

  Lucia moaned and whimpered trying to press down and work her body against the contraption. Richard gave her bottom an affectionate tap.

  “Patience, Lucia. Hold yourself still and feel the strength and power of the phallus inside you. Feel how it stretches and dominates your body. You will be tamed by it and your husband’s penis.”

  Richard gave her a moment.

  “Do you feel it?”

  She faltered then stammered, “Yes, yes I do.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes . . . sir.”

  “Always address your husband or a master with sir or you will find yourself over his knee for a spanking almost immediately.”

  “Let’s get you going.”

  Richard flicked a switch at the bottom of the horse and watched the phallus spring in to life. He put it on a slow setting. It began to thrust like a member inside of her. It eased right back until the tip almost came out of her and then back inside to the hilt.

  Lucia’s helpless moans became pants. Unable to do anything else her body met each of the phallus’s drives inside her at first with intimidation and because it forced her to.

  “Please I am not sure about this . . . I . . .”

  “Hush you will be obedient,” Richard informed her with heavy sterness. “The leather member will bring you pleasure and you will not be allowed to hold it back. We wish to see it.”

  As if in reprimand Richard turned the setting to high and the phallus began to push inside her with force. It bucked her body violently giving everyone in the room the idea she was being ridden hard by a persistent jockey. Her pants and pleadings turned to gasps. Richard could see dampness slick and thick over the makeshift penis as it moved out of her channel and then thundered dominantly inside her again at a feverish pace. His cock twitched with need making his seed boil and beg to be released. Lucia’s gasps graduated in to helpless cries and screams of need as the machine fucked her hard. She was close.

  ‘Right, little girl, come for us now,” Richard ordered.

  Outstretching his hand he spanked her bottom with three powerful slaps as though encouraging a horse to run and her orgasm broke violently. Lucia pushed down as far as she could on to the dildo feeling it spear inside her body and tear her climax from her with force. It dominated her body with a power and pleasure Richard doubted she had ever felt before and especially with Lord Dewbury who took no care in pleasuring her when he mounted. He thought only of himself.

  Lucia had been bought as a virgin and Richard couldn’t help but wonder if she would ever feel any sexual happiness unless she was exchanged for another woman or sold on. It was disappointing.

  Eventually, Lucia collapsed against the horse, spent. A delicate sheen of sweat lined her spine as the phallus continued to pump in and out. Richard made no attempt to turn the machine off as the audience clapped and cheered once more.

  “The phallus will quickly stir Lucia’s libido back to life. The more she is taken the more submissive and obedient she will become.”

  They all listened to the piston of the machine fucking its way back and forth inside Lucia’s vagina.

  “We will let you come again, little girl but this time with an anal protrusion.”

  His assistant moved forward now holding a tub of lubricant. The young handsome man with a wicked look in his dark eyes sank his fingers inside it. The other aide halted the penis’s movement for a brief second producing a small cry of discontentment from Lucia. Richard and Lord Dewbury’s eyebrows raised with amused surprise.

  The man slapped the gel the length of her crease before circling his fingers around her anal entrance and gently but directly pressing his thickly coated middle finger in to her anus. This time whimpers of pain and discomfort echoed from Lucia’s lips. She tried to move, to escape her fate but Richard held her fast and opened her buttocks wide to enable the action to be carried out more easily. The young man expertly twisted his finger to stretch and open the orifice, getting it ready to accept the protrusion.

  After a while Lucia’s body relaxed and her struggles ceased. The young man was then able to stretch his finger the length of her anal channel making sure it was well lubricated. As Richard continued to hold her bottom open his assistant flicked another switch on the bottom of the horse. From the back of the spanking horse another flap opened and a second phallus came out.

  It rose upwards and came to a halt just before the small hole, brushing its tip across it. Richard kept her buttocks splayed open and lowered her on to the anal phallus while his assistant guided it inside her cavity slowly and with gentle loving care. Once inside, Richard restarted the member in her pussy and then activated the one in her anus on a low setting.

  She was a wonderful vulnerable submissive intoxicating sight. Lucia was being penetrated and fucked in both entrances for the viewing pleasure of them all. Gradually the settings were turned up until Lucia was being ridden hard once more. Her cries were loud bouncing off the oak paneled walls as her body was forcefully brought to a consuming climax amidst rousing applause.

  Richard watched his young assistant untie Lucia and lift her naked body up in to his arms. Her husband followed him out of the room as she was carried to the nursery to receive her first enema, be publicly bathed and diapered as the first stage of her regression.

  “I hope you have enjoyed yourselves and the will continue to enjoy your stay at the Manor. By the end of your week’s stay I hope you will leave with one or two purchases. I look forward to seeing you on the hunt tomorrow morning,” Richard finished his speech and then left to make his rounds of the Manor.

  Chapter Three

  He decided to check in on one of the small discreet auctions given for four of his most loyal and wealthy clients. The four women Richard Templar had hunted and captured not two weeks ago had completed their submission training and were now to be bared and exhibited for bidding. They were all beautiful in every physical sense of the word and the men who would purchase them handsome, young, healthy with a high sperm count and rich. Good breeding stock.

  The Manor’s handsome dominant master prided himself on personally conducting auctions for the most loyal and affluent of his clients. But tonight he was going to allow one of his protégés to conduct proceedings for the first time. Business was flourishing at The Manor and the other establishments Richard had developed around the world both in the auction portion and the female correction facility. Now he was branching out to provide a service whereby those who could afford it were able to exchange a woman to pay a debt or as part of a business transaction. Lonely men eager to hold a beautiful woman in their arms, breed her and perhaps even love her would do anything to possess a woman.

  Richard adjusted the bow tie on his tuxedo and walked briskly along the first floor of the grand Manor surrounded by a forest and flanked by a large lake at the back. He swept down the long curved sweeping marble staircase covered in a red velvet carpet trimmed with gold leaf to one of the private auction rooms.

  The auction room, although small and discreet in size was opulent just like every other room in
the Manor and it’s outside buildings. It was paneled on the walls with oak just like the spanking room on the walls. Up above frescos of Zeus and nymphs adorned the middle of the white and gilt edged ceiling. Two sets of white damask drapes covered the two long and wide windows behind which three red leather armchairs were sat a small distance apart from each other.

  Discreetly he made his way inside to watch his protégé Michael in full swing. In front of the red leather chairs behind which Richard Templar stood observing with folded arms, the four women stood in inviting red, gold, black and white evening gowns. Their faces wore make-up to enhance their pretty features. They appeared serene, a little apprehensive but Richard knew they would be protected and well taken care of. He did not allow any of the women of his auction house to go to just anyone. Every male wishing to purchase was subject to stringent vetting. If there was the slightest indiscretion in their past involving harming women then The Manor would not sell to them and they were forbidden to enter the house or grounds ever again.

  All of the female’s hips were full, curved and wide, essential for breeding well. Their breasts were plump and almost visible through the open cleavages of the dresses. Should their would be purchaser decide to prepare their breasts for lactation and future milk production they would be a good investment.

  William, Trent, James and Raphael, his auction exhibiters came to step behind the women, one behind each of them. They took hold of a blonde, a red haired, a brunette and a chestnut curled beauty by the waists. Soft undulating erotic music played in the background. The clients were served drinks as the show began.

  The exhibiters slowly turned the women around. Slowly, seductively they took hold of one strap of their evening gown in unison. They slid it down their arm, brushing their fingertips against her skin. Then lifted it up to the side to expose a tantalizing back view of the swell of her bare breast and her naked smooth back.

  The opposite strap was to follow until the dress was removed from the top half of her body and her breasts pushed vulnerably against the tuxedo jacket of the men’s chests. Nervously and almost childlike in their action each woman reached up and placed her ruby tipped fingernails on to her exhibiter’s shoulders to hold on.

  In time with each other the men lowered the silky dresses down the female’s waist to bare the beginnings of their naked bottom’s unhampered and restricted by panties. The v of the material was lowered enough to expose the beginnings of the crease between the tight mounds.

  For a short while the men held the women in the pose allowing the client’s to savour the softness of their skin, the shape and curve of their bodies and hold them in anticipation of what was to come.

  Then they simply took hold of the material and ripped the dresses open depriving the women of any protection in covering their modesty. All of the females gasped and pressed their bodies against the males seeking reassurance and warmth. All of the bidders grinned along with the exhibiters as they tore the material away from their bodies and tossed the remnants behind them. With a mischievous smile, the men each bestowed a kiss upon their charge’s bare shoulders and whispered a gentle endearment in their ear. The purchasers looked on envious, desperate to feel the closeness of a female body and captivate her love for their own. No matter how hard they tried to hide it with their callous cold attitude in buying women for breeding, the jealous emotion was blazing in their eyes and that was what Richard Templar played on to make his profitable sales for the Manor. It was only a pity he felt exactly the same way.

  Trent’s palm flattened against the juicy rounded buttock of his woman and lifted it testing its weight, displaying its delicious pertness. For emphasis he raised his hand and spanked it firmly. The girl gave a gasp and bucked her hips against his sheathed cock. The rest followed suit and the women found themselves being soundly spanked on their bare bottoms until rosy while their small fragile gasps of pain echoed around the room.

  The men halted the spanking abruptly and sharply turned the women around to face the bidders, cupping their breasts and holding them up. Offering them to the males watching with interest in the red chairs. They pinched and squeezed the nipples until they darkened and suffused with blood and the women moaned. Then with sudden roughness they reached down to hold the insides of the women’s thighs and pull them open, forcing them to widen their stance and squat.

  With both hands they opened each vagina liberating the folds clasped tight together to allow the small bud to pout out at the bidders.

  “Please feel free to stand and approach to view more closely,” Michael instructed from his podium at the side.

  All of the men stood and walked forward as the exhibiters kept the women’s vulva’s open wide for inspection. Each young bidder reached out to caress each breast in turn pulling and tugging at the nipples, stretching them out to capacity.

  Their fingers travelled down the female bodies, feeling the silkiness of their skin, the roundness of their buttocks before finally inserting a finger in to their forced open pussies. Gently they stroked, pulled on the clits until they could feel wetness begin to develop. One circled the entrance to a woman’s channel feeling her juice begin to flow abundantly. He spread it through her vagina with his fingers and squeezed her clit.

  “I would like to see how this one comes,” he announced.

  The other men repeated his action and agreed.

  “Of course, gentlemen. Please be seated and you may view the women being taken.”

  There were no virgins to be bought now. No man wanted one in a world where they were forced to share, exchange and sell women. They wanted to know if she enjoyed to be fucked whether it was with him or the man he hired to keep them mastered while he was away or a business associate. Such was the situation in these dark but erotic times.

  A firm hand in each woman’s back guided her naked form down on to her knees. The exhibiters stood dominantly behind them undoing their zips. Their cocks sprang out long, hard and free. With quick precision they removed their trousers and the rest of their clothes until they stood naked, their members pointing with eagerness to be embedded in the women.

  Together they moved behind the women using their stroking fingers to force her juice to flow abundantly. But they were already well oiled from the manipulations of the handsome young men who wished to purchase them and were able to be quickly mounted by their own exhibiter.

  The exhibiters gave one sharp thrust inside the women until they pressed at their cervix. They began to pump hard inside them taking hold of their hair to use as reins. The bidders watched their breasts wobble and bounce with the movement. The exhibiters reached out to hold one breast and squeeze it hard as they stabbed their thrusts powerfully in to them. Before long the first of the women began to cry out her orgasm, her eyes glazing fixed on the men who viewed her ecstasy as they sipped their drinks, her face contorted with pleasure. Her exhibiter took his own climax pulling her hair tight, forcing her head upwards so the bidders might better observe the flush to her swollen heavy breasts shaking violently backwards and forwards. Shortly after, the rest of the couples climaxed.

  “Right, gentlemen, let’s start the bidding while you watch the women being taken again,” Michael suggested. “The starting bid for Clara is 750,000.”

  Richard nodded his approval to Michael after catching his eye and then slipped out back to his office. He began checking the preparations for tomorrow’s hunt. Everything was prepared. All that remained was to check the cages in which they transported the captured women. He wanted them all full with naked beauties tomorrow. Maybe he would catch the woman of his dreams. He laughed to himself trying to cover the defeat and sadness he felt in his heart. Chance would be a fine thing.

  A knock at the door distracted his thoughts.

  “Sir, Mr Cavendish is here to see you. He says it is urgent,” his assistant informed him. “Shall I show him in? He has brought a lady with him.”

  Richard couldn’t help feeling surprised. He hadn’t seen Julian Cavendish in a
long time. They had been close friends once but he had travelled abroad and they had lost touch.

  “Yes, please do and organize some drinks.”

  Julian walked in to the room with a beautiful raven haired Japanese lady on his arm. They exchanged niceties and reminisced and all of the time the woman remained quiet and pensive.

  “I have a favour to ask you, Richard. Keiko and I are in love.”

  Richard’s eyebrows raised. Love was something he didn’t hear talked about much these days. It was something a man kept quiet, hidden. He was not allowed to be restricted to just one woman for repopulation reasons. It was the law.

  “In love?”

  “Yes. I know how dangerous it sounds but we can’t help it. I don’t want to be with multiple women. We are going to leave and start a new life where my family can’t find us. They have already picked out a harem for me and I have refused it. Listen, my sperm count is low. My family have believed otherwise for years but I had suspicions and had it checked recently. Keiko will not be able to conceive with my sperm.”