Willowbrook Manor

Chapter 2 - Master and Succubus





The Master reclined against the wall of the dungeon, allowing the cold stones to cool his body. His arms were folded across his lean chest as a he watched the naked slaves go about their task. His was not an overly imposing figure, for while fit enough to be health, he was not overly concerned with outward appearances and had no use for the overly built physique that other men seemed to prefer. Yet while it might have been easy enough to over look him in a crowd, there was a sense of casual arrogance about him that even now had the slaves scurrying, each carrying a slight sense of fear of his wrath should they somehow get the preparations for his evening’s entertainment wrong.



There were five slaves in total, two men and three women. The women were busy at a small bench, one of the only two pieces of furniture in the room. Sitting in front of each woman was a set of three baskets, each with a different fruit in it. The first girl held slices of apples in her baskets, while the second and third girls were working with pears and bananas, respectively. Each slice of fruit was carefully examined, the girls making sure that the fruit had ripened just so, and that there was no sign of bruising or other blemishes to mark them. Perhaps one out of every five passes their scrutiny, if not a little less. The slices were then separated into one of the other two baskets, the selected pieces being placed much more carefully than their careless tossed counterparts, lest they risk being damaged.



The men, meanwhile, were busy with the second piece of furniture, a large wooden rack. The first man was working over the various mechanisms that had been fixed to the boards. It was his task to ensure that the bindings would open and close without making a sound, and that the gears that were responsible for positioning the rack moved smoothly, but were not so loose that they might slip on their own. The other man was carefully sanding down the wood, insuring a smooth and splinter free finish. This was not the first time that this particular rack had been used, and it was a necessary precaution in light of the various metal tipped whips and flails that had been used in its presence.



The Master inspected those same implements casually from across the room, looking over them for any that might need cleaning or repair. He did not to look too closely, for he was intimately familiar with them through many years of use and care. He might have allowed the slaves, or perhaps the servants if he was willing, to maintain them for him, but there was a certain sense of wrongness to that. These were meant to be used on a single woman, and it would not do to allow the scent of another to contaminate them. For much the same reason he could not allow another man to touch them. Those tools were as much a sign of his power as his ability to control the natural forces, the manor in which they all lived, or that lands that fell directly under his control. To allow another man to touch them would be the same as acknowledging that he would be willing to share his power, and such an idea was as blasphemous as anything else in those days.



A chime struck the hour only a heart beat before the door glided open to allow a woman to enter, dressed in the simple garb of a servant, leading a creature on a long leather leash. At first glance the creature seemed to be a human woman of surpassing beauty, with full breasts standing high and firm, long raven hair pulled back to frame a narrow face, and high cheekbones supporting dark, forest green eyes. She was not clad in the simple clothes of the servants, nor was she as naked as the slaves. Instead she wore a single rope, one dozens of feet long and so intricately woven that it covered her breasts and sex. Yet the true beauty of the outfit, if it could be called such, was the way in which it was worn. Both nipples were surrounded by rope without actually being crossed, so that with each step the rope would pull and tug at them in four separate directions. Should one be allowed the privilege to kneel at her feet, the person might notice the way the rope passed directly between the inner lips of her sex, or how a single knot had been tied so that it rested just above her clit, where it would be sure to touch with each stride or whenever she sat down.



Yet these were the little things, the fine details that would only be noticed if one was willing to get close to her. Yet there were few enough who would have, even if the Master had been willing to share her, for spreading out from her shoulder blades were two large, dark bat-like wings, now tucked against her like a pair of warm shadows. She spread them wide once she was fully into the room and away from the confining dimensions of the corridor, letting them out to their full length as she eyed the waiting rack and baskets. She cocked an eye in the direction of the Master, and he gave her a crooked little grin.



He moved away from the wall and snapped his fingers. Obediently each of the girls gathered two of their baskets each and made their way silently out the door, heads bowed. The last girl twitched in fear as she passed the Succubus, and the movement did not go unnoticed. There was a loud smack as the Succubus backhanded the slave, causing the girl to stumble as her cheek reddened with heat and pain. The blow was not meant to be cruel, nor was it taken as such; instead it was meant as a form of educational punishment, for

slaves are not meant to show any emotion, at least not without permission from their master. To her credit the slave did not react to the blow in anyway besides physically, neither making a sound or crying. Instead she swallowed her pain, and after a nod from the Succubus collected her dropped baskets and departed.



The male slaves stood at attention next to the rack, their hands covering their groins to hide their cocks and render them genderless. They held their position as the Master took the Succubus by the hand, as if inviting her out on to the dance floor. Instead he led her over to the rack and positioned her in front of it. They kissed briefly as he raised her arms above her head and shackled her to the boards, breaking away as he gently tugged on her lower lip with his teeth. Once he was sure that her hands were secure he began to slowly kiss his way down her body, his lips brushing over her skin as he trailed down her neck, between her breasts, and down past her navel. He slowed as he reached her pubis mons, stopping to plant a lingering kiss at the end of the freshly shaved flesh, She shuddered at the change in pressure, and he looked up at her with a feral look in her eyes. She returned it with a silent plea, begging him to continue, but it was lost on him. Instead he knelt before her and locked the shackles around her ankles.



He nodded to the two slaves, which they made no effort to acknowledge or question, for it is assumed that a well trained slave will automatically understand their master’s wishes. Instead they each turned to their respective cranks and began to turn the massive gears beneath the rack. First it tilted back until she was laying flat, her wings pulled in just tight enough to keep them from dangling uncomfortably. They then lowered the rack until she was down to about waist height for the Master. Once they were finished they departed silently.



The Master, meanwhile, had been carefully digging through the buckets of fruit, putting the choicest bits into the a pile in the palm of his left hand. Once he was satisfied with his choices he stalked over to the rack. Neither Master or Succubus said a word as he began to carefully arrange the pieces around her body, making sure that he never once actually touched her. Slices of pear were placed into the crook of her elbows and just above her knees. Slices of banana alternated with slices of apples, and a single slice of apple was placed into the hollow of her throat. The last piece placed was a slice of pear, placed just inside the spread of her open sex. The curve of the fruit was facing in, towards her. One end of the fruit was placed just inside the entrance to her vagina, while the other tip rested just under her clit.



He stood back to consider his handiwork for a moment. The Succubus was trying to breathe shallowly and evenly, so as not to disturb the lay of the fruit. Even swallowing had to be done carefully, so as to make sure not to shift the slice of apple against her throat. Without even touching her he had managed to establish his dominance over her, and truly that was more than enough for either of them. But that was only a matter of their relationship, and this was about physical pleasure as much as any emotional need.



He started at her ankles, a slice of apple each. He slid his tongue up under the curve of the apple, drawing it into his mouth to bite it in half. He closed his mouth over the remaining piece, kissing her leg as he swallowed the fruit. Slowly he worked his way up her legs, alternating from left to right and back again, nibbling, sucking, and licking the pieces of fruit from her skin. He paused when he returned to her pubis, idly teasing her by slowly circling the slice of banana that lay there in ever tighter spirals until he removed it with a single flick of his tongue. Her sex clenched in response, tugging at the end of the pear just enough to pull the other tip across her clit, causing her to moan.



The Master paused in his ministrations. “Do we need to get you a gag, love?”



She stared at him for a moment, eyes narrowed as she considered the threat. Then she nodded slowly. He gave her that same crooked grin as before, before sliding off the boards and walking over to the wall. Above the whips were a variety of gags and chokers, made from an equally numerous amount of materials. He idly fingered a brass ball gag for a moment, thinking of the strange whistle that would be made by her breath passing through the air holes. Yet the night’s game was not intended to be musical. Still…there was a certain attraction to hearing the Succubus. He had watched more than one man break with desire for her when they coupled in public, and even he was not unmoved by it. So instead he selected a mahogany ring held by two leather straps. He unhooked the buckle and took the gag back over to the rack. The Succubus obediently opened her mouth wide, her teeth finding familiar marks as he fit it into her mouth. She bent her head willingly, not moving until he had the gag fixed in place. She ran her tongue around the smooth wood of the inner ring, wondering if maybe he would slide himself through it, and hoping that he might.



The Master did not return to where he had left off, ignoring the bits of fruit on her chest. Instead he began at her wrists, this time starting with a piece of pear. He tracked inwards, following the path of her veins with the tip of his tongue. He picked off the alternating pieces of fruit, swirling his tongue around the slice of pear in the crook of her elbow before sucking it off of her. He worked his way around the edge of the rack, moving behind her head and gently stroking her hair as he went to begin working down from her other shoulder. The fruit was fresh enough that by the time he had made it down to her other hand some of it had managed to trickle down her wrists to her hand, and he slowly sucked the juice from the tips of her fingers.



He walked down to the end of the rack, dragging his fingers across the freshly sanded wood, picking up a faint trace of sawdust at this fingertips. He idly rubbed them together, comparing the somewhat gritty nature of the dust against the smoothness of the wood, enjoying the contrast as his mind pondered the implications for future entertainments. He dismissed the ideas as he casually wiped his fingers on his pants, She tilted her head forward to watch hungrily as he began to undress. He gazed back with a faint smile, holding her eyes with his as he slowly opened his buckle, before removing the belt with a single flourish. He opened his pants with the same hastened grace, snapping open the three buttons that held them closed with a twist of his hand. He then hooked his thumbs into the waist of the material and pushed the pants down off his hips, waiting for them to fall to the ground before stepping out of them. Her eyes slipped from his, fixing on his cock as it sprang free, its tip shining slightly as the light reflected off of a small smear of precum.



He placed one knee on to the board and hauled himself on to the rack so that he was kneeling between her legs, his arms planted to either side of her chest. She could feel the tip of his cock brushing against her skin as he held himself above her and made ready to remove that last bits of fruit. The slices of banana on her nipples were the first to go, his teeth sliding under them to tug at her tightened nipples, closing his lips over them as he tugged the fruit away. The slice of apple was next, and he had to lean in close to reach it, trapping his cock between them. He nibbled slowly at the fruit, enjoying her slight whimper as juice and crumbs trickled down on to her throat. He finally relented when he had gotten it down to the peel, cleaning off her throat with three strong sweeps of his tongue.



He finally began to work his way down her body, heading for the final piece of fruit. He made sure to tweak her nipples as he went by, pinching them between his fingers as he carefully removed the last traces of juices from around and between her breasts, not satisfied until he had licked up every drop. Once he had finished he began to kiss his way across her stomach with a sense of rising urgency until he found that final slice of pear protruding from her labia. First he licked up her lips, moving slowly until he encountered the bottom of the pear. Then he worked his way down, deliberately lingering at her clit, caressing it until she began to squirm in her shackles with a silent need. He continued to push it as her gasps grew louder and faster, her chest heaving as her breath quickened. Then, just as he began to hear the moans that normally heralded her climax and stopped.



Instead he paused and looked down. Her movements had pulled the slice of pear a little deeper into her, but not so much that it would be difficult to retrieve it. He took the tip of the slice between his teeth, applying just enough pressure to not quite bite into it while still ensuring that he had a good grip. He slowly tugged on the piece of fruit, pulling it out of her before pushing it back in. His hands went to her hips and adjusted them slightly, giving him a better angle to work with. To make sure that she stayed that way he slid his hands under her ass, giving her a good hard squeeze as he continued to fuck her with the fruit.



The pear had been selected for the range of its curve, as it made it an easy fit for her pussy, but there was another reason as well. Despite being well soaked with her own natural lubricants the slice was still holding its own natural firmness. The slice had been cut specifically to have a somewhat blunt end, and now it came into play. Just inside of her was a specific spot where nature had seen fit to bless her with an extra bundle of nerves, making it extremely sensitive. Now the blunt end of the pear was constantly rubbing against that point, driving her mad with an almost constant wave of pleasure.



After a certain point the began to chew through the slice even as he continued to tease her with it. Nibble by nibble he worked his way closer, until his lips were against hers and there was nothing left of the pear except for a small stub. He left it lying inside of her for just a moment, then scooped it out of her with his tongue and swallowed, enjoying the taste of the fruit’s sweetness mixed with her own natural musk. She convulsed beneath him, screaming her orgasm into the gag.



He slid over her, pressing his body flush against hers, his cock pressing against the entrance to her sex. “You, love, are delicious,” he whispered into the Succubus’s ear. He shifted his hips slightly until the tip of his cock entered her. “And now it is time for me to take my pleasure.” Properly lined up now, he was just about to thrust when a deep booming gong sounded above them. He looked up at the ceiling with a scowl before bowing his head and letting out a sigh. Looking up, he caught the look of disappointment in the Succubus’s look of disappointment.



“It seems we have a new batch of slaves, love,” he said as he climbed off of her. A snap of his fingers was enough to undo the manacles around her wrists and ankles, but he chose to undo the gag by hand. He motioned for a nearby cloth, which floated over obediently, and began to wipe down the wood before returning it to its place on the wall.



“It was still great for me,” the Succubus said as she draped herself over him, unconsciously massaging her wrists where the manacles had rubbed them red. The Master pulled her wrists up and kissed them possessively, before taking her by the hand.



“Well, there will always be time during and after the ceremony for us to take our pleasures. Come love, let us meet our new children.”