Havoc smiled. "Absolutely. You never said you wanted the money with no strings, my pet. You simply wished to make lots of money. I‘m afraid you will have to earn it. Your wish does guarantee success, however." Havoc couldn't remember when he had begun using the sorceress' term for endearment for his playthings. The more he used the term, the more aroused he became. "Come, I can take you now."
Havoc's enchantment wrapped around Amy, alleviating any concerns she might have about leaving with the unusual man. She was sure this was her opportunity.
Penny watched her friend get up from the bar with the tall, handsome man. "He's weird, Mark. I mean, Amy was looking at him like there was no one else in the place."
"I say good luck to him with that spoiled brat," Mark muttered. He poured them each another beer as Amy and Havoc left the bar.
They walked back to his sports car and he opened the door for her. "Isn't this exciting?" Havoc was trying to control his overwhelming delight with his discovery.
"It will be if it works out… and if I pass the audition." Amy was beginning to feel his excitement. She was convincing herself that this was her big break. The car pulled away from the curb.
They drove in silence. Once in awhile, Havoc would reach over and squeeze Amy's hand. At first, she thought it was odd, and that he was just very happy for her. Eventually, she began looking forward to the touches. She hadn't realized he was stroking the enchantment into her.
By the time they pulled up in front of the exclusive club, she was under his control. Until he left her, she would believe everything that was happening was part of her wish.
Havoc parked and led her to The Masters' Dungeon, a BDSM club for the wealthy and well connected. He had an arrangement with the owners. In exchange for new talent, Havoc was whipped and aroused by his choice of talented Mistresses. His cock was already hard thinking of his payment for Amy.
He guided her to the office to the left of the front door. Amy felt brief concern at the location of the audition. Havoc placed a hand on the small of her back, and the enchantment calmed her suspicions. She was led into a large room with a sofa, bar and assorted contraptions Amy couldn't distinguish. It wasn't important, she decided.
Across the room, another door opened and a tall man in black leather pants and boots came in. Amy saw his dark hair swinging loose well past his shoulders across a tanned, muscular back. She thought that he must work out a lot to have biceps that size. His dark eyes smiled at her with an amused gleam. Amy noticed they weren't as black as Havoc's, but they were still very dark.
He rubbed his hands together. "Well, Havoc, what have you brought us tonight?"
"This is my pet, Amy," he grinned. "Amy, this is the Master."
It was an unusual introduction, but as Havoc's hand continued to gently stroke her back, Amy dismissed the thought before it could register.
"I see, and what is your pet's wish?" The man walked to the bar and poured two drinks. He handed one to Havoc and Amy watched in silence.
She felt weirdly detached. It even seemed okay that this other man knew she'd made a wish. If anything, it only confirmed her feelings that this was her break and her dreams would come true.
Havoc stood behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. "Amy wishes to make lots of money," Havoc announced proudly.
"Those were her terms?"
"Verbatim." Havoc smiled at his brother. "Can it be arranged?"
It had taken him a long time to find Ambition and Knowledge. After the sorceress was destroyed, the brothers searched for Havoc, but they had no idea what the magi had done with him. Reluctantly, they left the castle. They discovered that after years of the sorceress' tortures, the men preferred the other side of the sexual enticement.
When Havoc finally found them, they realized he was even more irrational than before. Still, he was their brother. They devised the wishes that would benefit them all, and made sure Havoc earned his chance with the mistresses. He'd been denied for so long and still felt his pleasure through their torments. They had plenty of female patrons who could keep their brother pacified.
They remembered the troubles Havoc had caused the sorceress, and it took some thought to keep them safe from his miscalculated judgment. The brothers decided only Ambition and Knowledge would actually grant the wishes. Havoc was given free reign to supply the subjects, and it seemed to keep him happy.
Ambition drew out the moment and gave Havoc the reserved look that caused his chaotic brother such delicious discomfort. He waited until the torment of his silence as he pretended to consider whether or not the wish was worth fulfilling had Havoc's cock straining at his pants and finally said, "I believe we will be able to accommodate your pet. Let's get a look at her and we can decide on your payment."
Havoc's relief was palpable as the breath he was holding, rushed from his lungs. Trying to curb his excitement, he sat on the couch and said calmly, "Amy, my pet, remove your clothes for the Master."
Ambition rolled his eyes at his brother. "A little less enchantment, perhaps? I need to see if the pet knows fear. She's useless to me with that sappy grin on her face." Ambition watched the girl's eyes.
Havoc pulled back his spell to a degree that his pet would follow instructions, though not so willingly. Amy felt her foggy head clear. She looked around the room as if seeing things for the first time. The contraptions still made no sense to her, but the aura in the room and from the two men was sinister.
Her eyes widened. "I don't think this is the type of role I'd like to audition for," she said softly.
"Nonsense." Havoc tried to dismiss her uneasiness without disobeying his brother by using enchantment again. "You have a wish, and I will fulfill it."
"No, I think I want to leave, now." She started to back towards the door.
Havoc began to panic and said quickly, "We have an agreement, my pet. You made your wish, and now I will grant it. I'm holding up my part of our bargain," he reasoned. "We agreed you would work to make the money."
"Enough talk about the damn agreement. Strip!" Ambition ordered.
"What?" Amy tried to turn and instead found her feet kicking off her shoes. As her hands rose to the halter tie on her dress, her fingers trembled. "What have you done to me? You drugged me." She tried to stop herself from pulling at the knot, but it was useless. The front of the low cut dress dropped down like an apron, and her luscious breasts were exposed. She raised her arms to cover herself.
"Stubborn, isn't she?" Ambition noted. "I said strip, Amy."
Her hands went to the zipper on her dress and it slid to the floor. She stood in thigh high stockings and a black thong. One stocking at a time slid off her leg and foot, and the strip of silk underwear joined them. Amy blushed profusely and her eyes began to fill while panic claimed her. "What's wrong with me? What have you done?"
"Silence," Havoc ordered and threw a blast of enchantment her direction. He decided he didn't need her voice for Ambition to sense her fear... at least, not until she started screaming. "Well, brother, do you want her?"
Ambition rose and walked over to the silent, trembling young woman. He trailed a finger over the back of her shoulders and let it drift to her chest. Amy was terrified, and Ambition felt the stirrings of arousal deep in his groin when he looked into her frightened eyes. He lifted a breast and his eyes flashed. "They're real. How marvelous," he purred. His hand squeezed into the soft flesh and Amy gasped. "How sensitive," Ambition leered.
Havoc found himself undeniably inflamed. His hand stroked his erection as he anticipated payment. His long years of containment made it difficult to control his desires and he usually ended up selling out short to Ambition. "Do you want my pet?" His voice was already hoarse with the thought of his impending session with a mistress.
"Yes, we'll take her. That somewhat innocent look to her eyes will be valuable. Knowledge will be pleased." Ambition's hand was stroking Amy's quivering stomach.
"How much? How many visits?" Havoc knew he sounded like he was pleading, but
dammit. He hadn't been permitted to a dungeon room for three days.
"We will give you five visits, Havoc." Ambition had talked to Knowledge and five mistresses had requested the handsome man to humiliate. Havoc was a favorite for the obvious pleasure he received through their tortures.
Havoc looked relieved. "Five visits is most generous payment. Thank you, brother. The pet is yours." He almost ran from the room in search of a woman in black that would quench the burning in his loins.
As soon as the door closed, Amy came out of her trance. She began to pull away from Ambition and cover herself. His strong hand fisted in her hair. "Oh no, my pet. You have made your wish." Ambition dragged her over to a cage in the corner and pushed her in, locking the door securely. "You will make lots of money." He smiled pleasantly. "You will make lots of money for us."
Amy screamed and shrank back against the metal bars. "Please, let me go. This was a mistake. I don't want any money."
Ambition looked into the frightened blue eyes and sighed with pleasure. "I'm going to find my brother so we can discuss the most profitable way you can be of use." He turned on his booted heel and walked to the door. He glanced one more time at their new pet. Oh yes, this pet will make the club a lot of money, he decided. He turned out the light as he left.
Ambition made his way to the bar where Knowledge sat with a girl kneeling between his legs as he watched the stage. The main event this evening was Mistress Carmell. She was exhibiting her talent with the whip on a naked man chained to a frame in a traditional X pose. A ball gag showed through the man's lips and tears wet his cheeks. The welts on his body indicated the show had been going on for some time. Of course, the Chief of Police could stay stretched on the stage as long as he wanted, or until Carmell finally tired of whipping him.
"Havoc has brought us a new pet. She should be profitable."
Knowledge turned towards his brother. "What is her wish?"
Ambition's eyes flared as the Mistress flicked a quick lash across the Chief's swollen shaft. "She wishes to make lots of money."
"And the conditions?"
"None, she simply wishes to make lots of money. She never said for herself. She didn't state any conditions. It's quite a coup for us. Havoc was quite pleased with his payment."
Knowledge's mind worked with the possible scenarios. "How is her fear?"
Ambition looked into his blonde brother's blue eyes. "Delicious, she's quite the innocent."
Knowledge grabbed the slave's head and motioned her deeper and faster. The thought of the new pet and exposing her terror was tantalizing. "Finish me, slave."
The girl on her knees gagged as he forced himself passed her lips and deposited his seed deep down her throat. He pulled her head up and glared at her. "You need more practice." Knowledge called to the bartender. "Griffin, hand me the yellow sign."
"Yes, Master Knowledge." The young man handed his Master the plaque.
Knowledge clipped it to the front of the girl's collar. Not that she would dare try to remove it, but the hands bound behind her made it impossible. "I expect your card filled by the end of the evening."
The girl whimpered. It was the fourth time this week she'd been sent to the patrons with the yellow card hanging from her collar announcing she was to suck cock or eat pussy until the required ten initials were scribbled in the boxes. She knew more than one sadistic recipient of her services would refuse to sign, just to see her further humiliated as she was reduced to pleading when the end of the night drew near. She'd been a slave to the club for three months. When Havoc approached her outside the shelter, her wish was to never go hungry.
Knowledge and Ambition rose from the crowded bar and headed back to the office. Ambition's hand stroked the bulge in his pants when the man on stage shrieked following a particularly well placed lash.
Amy sat in the terrifying darkness, feeling the cold metal bars. She finally located the door and her fingers worked at the lock on the cage. Her panicked tears rolled faster and she sobbed when she realized it required a key. The muscles in her arms strained as she grabbed the steel bars and tried to pry them apart. When the door opened and the lights came on, she was momentarily blinded and quickly crouched against the back bars trying to cover herself.
"Oooh, she is a fearful little pet." Knowledge knelt in front of the cage as if studying an exotic exhibit.
Amy's eyes adjusted and she found herself being studied by the man called Ambition and an equally strong looking blonde man. "Please let me go," she wailed. "There's been a mistake."
Brief confusion flashed across Knowledge's eyes. "What was your wish?"
"I don't want my wish," she sobbed. "I want to go home."
Knowledge waggled his finger at her. "Your wish was to make a lot of money." He reached a hand in and pinched a nipple hanging below the arms that couldn't cover her large breasts. "You will, my pet. You will make a lot of money," he assured her. "I think we shall plan something special for you." He rose and opened a cabinet along the wall.
Ambition unlocked the cage and she screamed and clawed as he pulled her out by her ankle. Both men felt their cocks twitch with her shriek. "A nice scream, don't you agree?"
"Yes, I hate when it pierces. A nice healthy shriek from the diaphragm is always more arousing," Knowledge concurred.
Amy lay on the rug, kicking Ambition as she tried to free her ankle. Her hands dug in the carpet as she frantically attempted to pull away. The men watched her lean legs and the muscles strain in her nicely rounded bottom while Knowledge wrapped a cuff around her trapped ankle. He attached a leash to the steel loop imbedded in the leather. Ambition released the restrained limb and watched as Knowledge dragged her across the floor. She howled as the carpet burned her skin wherever it contacted the rough wool.
Knowledge fed the leash through a bolt in the wall. His powerful arms pulled until her ankle was raised even with his chest and he tied it off. Amy screamed as she hung by one foot. Modesty forced her to raise her other leg and cross it so her sex wasn't totally exposed. Ambition slipped a finger between her legs, chuckling at her futile attempt to hide herself.
With her neck bowed so her eyes were looking at her tormentors, Amy rested on her elbows and sobbed incoherent pleas to the big men. Knowledge easily cuffed the wrists that could not find leverage to strike out. Ambition caught the other leg as it uncrossed and flailed to avoid his grasp. He clipped her ankle cuffs together while Knowledge secured her wrists behind her back. The leash was released and her legs crashed to the floor.
The men knelt down and while Ambition lifted her head by her beautiful blonde hair, Knowledge wrapped a thick leather collar around her neck. She heard the click of the imbedded lock and whimpered. Ambition patted her head, "Whimpers are good. No whining though. We hate whining."
Knowledge grabbed the back loop of her collar and dragged her back across the carpet to the middle of the floor. The two men went to the bar and brought drinks back to the couch.
"Amy, my pet," Ambition said, "roll onto your back so my brother can see your tits."
Amy continued to lie on her belly, silently crying in terror and trying to figure out what to do.
Ambition sighed and stood up. He put his drink on the table and walked over to the cabinet, choosing a black leather crop with three six inch knotted strips on the end. He ran the switch through his hand, caressing the torturous implement. Amy heard a whooshing sound and then her bottom stung like someone had poured acid on her.
"Aaaah. No," she wailed.
"Amy, roll onto your back and show him your tits. For every strike on these cheeks, you will receive one across your breasts."
She sobbed with her face turned towards the carpet, squeezing her eyes shut and willing this not to be happening. Her ass muscles flexed when she heard the whooshing sound again. "Eeeeh, oh god stop," she screamed. The burn was just where her cheeks met her thighs. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the crop being raised. Amy shook violently as she slowly rolled over. Her bound hands cle
nched wildly underneath her.
Ambition flicked a taut bud of her large nipple with the crop. "Come see, brother."
It was Knowledge's first unimpeded look at her boobs. He put his drink down and joined his brother. His blue eyes widened with surprised delight and he knelt beside her, ignoring her sobs as his hands brushed her long hair off her chest and he kneaded the mass of flesh. "They're real?" He looked up at Ambition.
"Yes, an unusual find for this city." He reminded his brother, "She has two strikes and as I claimed the first on her bottom, I defer her tits to you." Ambition handed Knowledge the crop.
"I think we should be careful with them. Imagine the profitability if we can make them produce. We can charge a fortune for cream drinks made with our in–house product." Knowledge rubbed his shaft while he imagined it.
"Excellent idea for extra income, brother." Ambition picked up his drink and sat back on the couch.
Amy shivered as the blonde man trailed the three strips of leather between her breasts which, due to their weight, had separated and bulged on top of her armpits. "Please let me go," she cried softly.
Her piteous plea caused his cock to jerk and he raised his arm. His eyes narrowed to her trembling creamy flesh and he waited for her shuddering inhale to expand his canvas. The crop lashed across her left breast and she screamed as she twisted her head in agony and tried to turn onto her side.
Knowledge groaned in ecstasy and rolled her flat onto her back with his booted foot. He brushed her hair off her breasts and the young woman raised her knees in an unsuccessful effort to cover herself. The whip crossed her right breast in a mirrored welt and was met with her wonderful shriek. Knowledge heard Ambition's impassioned gasp and was pleased. "Full training, for this one, brother. She didn't pass out. Our new little pet will be quite profitable."
Amy lay shocked, moaning in the middle of the carpet. She rolled back onto her side and curled up in a ball, as much as her bindings allowed. Her bottom felt blistered where the strips had made contact and the deep throb of bruises pulsed on her breasts from the knots on the end of the crop. How would she ever get away? The only person in L.A. who might even miss her anytime soon was Penny.
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