Inundation

The uniformed guard gave a wave through the iron gate, the limousine slowly weaved its way up the clean cobblestone road, cutting through the thick well manicured greenery and trees. Enjoying the ride, Kimberly peered through the tinted window thinking how she loved this place. She never got over the Manor, recalling the last time she was here, she loved it and never forgot. Looking at the beautiful scenery her mind drifted to what led to this point.

*****

The two women sat at a table near the window of the trendy restaurant, one blond the other a brunette. Both in their late thirties, wives and mothers. Neither liked entering middle age, they fought it by staying reasonably fit and stylishly dressed. Once professional women with fulfilling careers before their reproduction instincts took over and put having children first in their lives, forsaking the corporate world to their husbands. Being old friends going back to high school, they occasionally got together for an afternoon drink, whenever their schedules allowed.

"Lisa, is it wrong to like the kids to go back to school?"

The brunette said as they both laughed.

"It has been a long summer hasn't it, Kim?"

The waiter took their afternoon margarita orders. They laughed and giggled about stories of domestic lives, children, substandard school teachers, and their latest finds on shopping excursions.

"What's that on your arm, Lis?"

Kimberly asked inquisitively.

Lisa automatically quickly pulled the cuff of the sleeve over her wrist, covering the line of circle marks.

"Oh that, Daniel playing with his dart gun, likes to leave little suction cup marks all over the house, including me."

She pulled her sleeve up to reveal a row of perfect little round circles that disappeared under the sleeve of the blouse.

"Oh, I know what you mean, kids will be kids."

Lisa laughed lightly, then pulled the cuff down to cover the marks. The two women talked and drank for a while more then the conversation turned to the Manor.

"I attended charity event at the Manor, that house is gorgeous, I love it!" Kimberly exclaimed.

"Yes, it's nice." Lisa replied, looking down into her drink.

"How did you ever get into that crowd, I hear its very exclusive."

"You have to be recommended by a member, then chosen."

"Are you a member?"

"Yes."

They sat in a sudden silence. Kimberly was obviously waiting for her friend to continue the conversation that would lead to a recommendation. Finally Lisa looked up from the drink.

"Look Kim, its not what you think. Its more than hosting fund raisers for rich people, The Manor Lord is very demanding."

"Manor Lord?" A puzzled look came across Kimberly's face.

"Whats his real name?"

"I don't know, everyone calls him Sir, Lord, or Manor Lord. I don't know his real name. Manor Lord just seems natural to his..." Lisa stopped in mid sentence seemingly not sure what to say.

Kimberly broke the awkward silence. "I need something to do while the kids are in school."

"Its not a part time job or a hobby, its a real commitment and things can get a little, how do I say it?" Lisa furrowed her eye brows, searching for the right words, obviously not comfortable with the subject. "Weird." Was all she could say.

"Weird, how?" Kim replied with curiosity.

"Kim, are things good with Brad?"

Kim looked away for a time, then back to her friend.

"If its not work, golf, or the sports channel on television, he's not interested."

The two women sat in silence looking into their drinks. Finally Kimberly broke the silence.

"Please, I need something to keep me from going insane from this rut." Almost whispering.

"Well..." Lisa looked at Kimberly,

"You know what they say, a rut is nothing more than a coffin with the top and bottom kicked out. I'll see what I can do, but its not up to me, no guarantee."

Lisa sipped the drink once more, seemingly savoring it as she looked into her friends sparkling deep brown eyes. speaking slowly with a serious tone,

"Kim you need to be sure, once your in, there is no turning back."

*****

The car rolled around the last bend, out of the foliage to the clearing. The driver knew what he was doing for he slowed the car as the Manor came into view across the deep green lawn. Kimberly's mind reeled as she gazed at the magnificent house, she felt her stomach turn and savored the feeling. She knew being invited this time would be different, this time it wasn't a charity event.

"Once your in, there is no turning back."

The words bit her as the car stopped below the grand entrance the mansion. Kimberly looked at the house with wide eyes as she waited for the driver to open the door. He helped her from the car, his smile warm as his eyes looked her over discreetly. He motioned for her to go up the steps. Kimberly stood for a moment gripping the little purse with both hands as she looked up at the multistory house, the stairs, and the massive double doors. Taking a deep breath she took the first step.

*****

Heels clicked on the marbled surface as she was led to the library off the grand entrance by the butler. The butler was a a little strange to Kimberly, he was almost an exact replica of the limo driver. Shaved head, over six foot, and seemingly fit. He actually looked quite stunning in the suit, just as the driver had. Kimberly thought it a coincidence slipping the thought to the back of her mind.

She waited behind the closed doors alone looking at all the books, the silence here was restrictive, an ominous feeling. Kimberly strolled around the room looking at the hundreds books lining the high shelving. Between each bookshelf were paintings of sea ships.

"This Manor Lord must be a sea captain or a shipping tycoon," mumbling to herself.

One painting caught her eye, it was of an old sailing ship being attacked by a giant octopus, the sea torn ship was entwined in and around by the creatures arms, obviously trying to pull it down into the wind driven stormy sea. Stepping closer she examined the painting, noticing the creatures black eyes of intent, and the grand sailing ship coming to an end.

Mesmerized by the scene, Kimberly saw a woman at the front of the ship. She leaned forward, inches from the canvas. The figure head was the torso of a naked female clear and detailed. Her head thrust forward exposing the neck that had some sort of band on it, her bare breasts exposed. Kimberly stepped closer, studying the paintings imagery. The face of the figure was not of fierce determination, sorry, or even anger. She looked to be in the throes of passion. Kimberly felt a little twinge of embarrassment looking at this portion of the horrific scene. Her gaze slowly lowered to a gold plate below the painting with the words;

"The Kings Slave-1856" stamped on it.

"Miss, the Master has been detained."

She jumped at the Butlers words after being transfixed by the painted scene. How long had he been standing there? Her heart began to race.

"Oh?...hmm" She felt embarrassed, as if caught doing something she shouldn't be doing.

"You may return if summoned in the future or..." He paused momentarily glancing to the painting. "You may wait for an unspecified time in specified circumstances, in another room Miss."

"What circumstances?" She asked, biting her lower lip appearing a bit confused.

"I will say, it may be...uncomfortable for you."

She loved being here, she didn't want to leave so soon, it could be weeks before she was summoned again perhaps months, if ever. No, she had to remain, she had arranged her affairs to be here, she would not be denied her opportunity to remain. "Yes, I shall wait."

"Very well, please follow me then."

Kimberly was led to a room next to the library, the Butler unlocked the heavy door revealing a bare white walled room with polished wood flooring. It was empty accept for some sort of statue in the center of the room. Kimberly glanced around nervously noticing right away the air in the room was clean and crisp. looking around then suddenly realizing the statue was a big cock. Noting the size approximately 2 foot in height, though large it was life like. Carved from a black rock, some sort of marble or onyx Kimberly didn't know, but it was a detailed work of art and fully erect, it shocked her.

"You will remain in here until you are summoned." The Butler stated.

She looked about nervously and uttered, "Okay?"

"Please disrobe, completely."

Her cheeks flushed red, stomach knotted, and the slowing heart beat regained its pace.

"So, this was it." She thought to herself. "If I refuse?"

Her breathing was beginning to quicken slightly.

"You will be taken home immediately."

After a slight hesitation, looking at the butler then down Kimberly breathed deeply to steady her nerves, set her purse on the floor, and slipped off the jacket. Looking around not sure what to do with it. The Butler stood expressionless, then held out his arm and it was finally understood that he was going to take the clothing. Where and what he was going to do with it didn't come to her mind, that was beginning to whirl as she moved to the blouse buttons.

The butler stood watching the beautiful woman disrobe with no expression, as if he was patiently waiting for someone to finish eating so he could take the plate to the kitchen. Removing the white blouse revealing a light purple lace bra slightly pushing her small breasts upward, slowly she laid the blouse upon the coat.

The skirt fell to the floor revealing the stockings and the matching purple panties, stepping over the skirt still clad in the black heels. Slowly bending to picking up the skirt her breathing was quickening slightly as she mechanically continued, reaching back unhooking the bra then extending her arms forward letting it drop to her hands, piling on the skirt which now lay in the butlers arms. He looked at the erect nipples, his brow discreetly raised slightly. So, she thought he is not immune.

Next the heels were slipped off and handed to the his free hand, dangling in his fingers as the stockings slipped off one by one. Fingers to the elastic waist band, the panties slipped over the smooth hips revealing a cleanly shaven mons area. She had learned from her friend Lisa to be well groomed when accepting an invitation to the Manor a little clue that sexual things would be sought, which peaked her curiosity and fear. Lastly after neatly folding the lace panties she placed them on the top of the clothing pile in the butlers arms.

"Your jewelry Miss." Said the butler in a monotone, his eyes expressionless looking almost off into an unseen horizon.

This was surprising to her, thinking as she extended her arms and hands to the back of he neck to unclasp the gold necklace. Then her rings, she paused momentarily before removing the wedding ring, piling them carefully on the clothes.

"Thank you Miss."

She stood naked before the Manor Lords servant with her hands clasped in front of her conscientiously covering herself, her head gently bowed waiting for instructions, feeling her stomach begin to turn in anticipation.

"You will now pay homage to the Phallic Master." He said as his eyes turned to the smooth black stone penis in the center of the floor. Kimberly looked at the erect phallus a bit of confusion slid across her face.

"How?"

"With your mouth of course."

She noticed the wood floor was warm on her bare feet as she stepped closer to the stone cock. Examining it closer revealed magnificent details, large testicles at the base, veins, ridges, an engorged head which was large but not to big to get her mouth around she supposed. The longer she looked, the more she saw. She knelt slowly. The manicured fingers touched the testicle lightly, she knelt to her knees her lips caressed the black stone.

A flash of light blinded her consciousness, a woman's scream scream pierced her ears, she pulled away heaving breathlessly, Kimberly looked around the silent room. She was alone.

*****

"Did you have a pleasant night, Sir?" The butler asked while pouring the coffee, black and strong as usual. The manor lord reached for the morning newspaper, though the modern information age he still preferred the old fashioned newspaper. Looking at the headline, he reached for the coffee cup, heat rising up from it, he replied.

"Yes, I did Jeffrey." His gaze turns to the black liquid for a moment. "...I did indeed."

*****

Kimberly was tethered to the heavy block table spread. Wrists and ankles bound by the firm hands of the four servants, naked. The heat in the room was unbearable partly due to the roaring fire in the the large open fireplace in the room, it was ridiculous she could feel the sweat, the strength & the power, every move made her shutter with erotic waves of pleasure. She was inundated with pleasure, no more no less. Feeling the flowing of her juices from the orgasmic rushes that seemed never stop since unbuttoning the first button on her coat upon the arrival here at The Manor. These men, the servants of this Manor Lord, were relentless in their consumption of her. They were all copies of the butler that had relieved her of her clothing hours before. All big, muscular, smooth, and hairless. They were completely naked exposing large erections yet they hadn't once used them on her, instead they lapped at her with their tongues, only their slippery tongues on her outer skin, nipples and her clitoris, causing orgasm after orgasm. Yet they hadn't once penetrated her, not once.

The was man was standing at the foot of the block between her splayed legs.

Her eyes rolled again to focusing on his dark eyes. It was him.

"Yes, Master..." She panted.

*****

"More coffee, Sir?" The butler stood near the breakfast table of the manor house.

"No, thank you I've had quite enough, that will be all Jeffrey."

The butler turned to the kitchen with tray in hand as the Manor Lord finished reading the morning paper in the silence of the morning.

*****

Kimberly was beyond reason. What was she doing? Her husband, her children, this was ridiculous! A wave of pleasure rushed through her once more, she gushed fluids from every pore, dignity was long lost to lustful desire. There was no control left in her, bucking thrusting, pulling, cries of painful pleasure. She was indeed inundated.

"You have done well this afternoon Kimberly, I am very pleased." He said as he placed an open hand on the softness of her lower belly, pressing the palm into her. The reaction to the touch was yet another rush.

"Sir..." She managed to utter in a breathless gasp as he turned his palm so the fingers eased down to her slit. The hand slipped lower, her eyes closed as her back arched pulling at the firmness gripping her limbs, she was in a fog. Writhing, panting as she felt his fingers enter her. She left nothing in secret, letting all her feelings flowing to him, The Manor Lord. This was what she wanted The Master. The fingers flicked then seemed to grow within her to one mass. Was there more for her? God, she thought in the fog of lust. It was slick, she flowed as if urinating. More pressure emanated from her anus, yes she thought,

"Fill me up, fill all my holes. Do what ever you want."

Her anus expanded from the penetration. His hands were every where yet something more was going on, she was being inundated in every place at once. She felt her nipples react as they were being sucked like she never thought they ever could be. Something slipped under the small of her back pulling her upward. It lifted her slightly off the table as it snaked its way up around her neck. The limb gripped her like nothing she ever felt, it wrapped around her neck then across her cheek to the edge of her lower lip, by reflex she opened, the tip entered to make contact with her hungry tongue.

Juices were being sucked from her. Limbs were all over her body, slick flexible, firm, she heaved.

Her eyes opened slightly to see the creature, not the man, but the creature. The creature in the painting. Her heart beat hard, as if it were going to burst from her chest. It was clear now in her mind, she was the ship,

"The Kings Slave."

Being pulled under in the tempest, fighting, pulling as waves of pleasure crashed through her, waves washed over her like the storm. Into the depths, drowning she couldn't breath, darkness enclosed around her, sinking into the darkness of the crushing waters, inundated by unconsciousness.

*****

The two women sat in the little trendy restaurant, one blond the other a brunette.

"You look bright today Kim."

"I feel so good these days, I cant explain it."

Lisa looked down at the line of perfect little circle marks on Kimberly's arm. Lisa looked up at her as their eyes locked momentarily.

"Oh that, my little David playing with his dart gun, likes to leave little suction cup marks all over the house, including me."

She pulled her sleeve up to reveal a row of perfect little round circles the disappeared under her sleeve of the blouse. Their eyes locked once more, they smiled in unison and nodded.