EARNING HER KEEP [THE MASTERS' DUNGEON #1]

by Candace Smith

  Amy didn't know that when Penny returned to the table, Mark had finally convinced her that a one–sided friendship with the young woman, who hadn't even bothered to introduce her to the man, wasn't worth it. Penny agreed not to call on her until she apologized. After two weeks of no attempt, she reluctantly told Mark he was right. Amy didn't really care about their friendship.

  Ambition and Knowledge were discussing the profitability of their new pet. The wish must be granted to keep the beasts from withering and dying. This was the curse of the sorceress. Amy couldn't make out what they were saying, but they kept glancing over at her with nods or shakes of their heads. Finally, the men came to some kind of agreement. Mewling whimpers escaped her lips and she cringed as they approached, .

  "Please," she was almost whispering, "please let me go. I won't tell anyone, I promise."

  "Now see, what did I tell you about whining?" Ambition shook his head and picked up the crop. He brought it down across the fleshy fat of her bottom and she yelped.

  "Stop … oh god … please," Amy was reduced to silent shudders as they dragged her across the floor and latched the back of her collar to the wall.

  Ambition poured two more drinks while Knowledge rifled through a rolodex on the desk. He picked up the phone and dialed one of their prominent, private members. Amy only heard the end of the conversation. "Tomorrow at ten would be fine. Come to the office door."

  "Not too much to do tonight to prepare her, then," Ambition noted, when his brother hung up.

  "Yes, but we can't do much more or have a proper naming until we find out," Knowledge agreed. He pushed a button under the desk drawer and Amy looked across the room as a bookcase slid over revealing a tiled room with a table, hoses and a variety of other unknown instruments. She screamed and thrashed frantically, scraping her shoulders against the wall and choking herself on the collar.

  Her tormenters strolled towards her with frightening passion in their eyes. Knowledge released the collar from the wall. The men slid a hand under her arms and dragged her towards the room. She began sobbing again and pounding her bound feet as she tried to delay their progress towards the chamber. The strong men simply lifted her off the floor.

  They laid her on the cold metal table and Ambition secured the back of the collar through a latch that passed through a hole under her neck. She was rolled onto her side and kicked her bound feet while they released her wrists. With one arm pinned underneath her, they easily clipped the free wrist to the table. When they turned her over, she swung out with her remaining free arm. Ambition laughed, his long dark hair swinging while he ducked and finally caught it.

  Each ankle was attached to the table and then the latch that had held them together was disengaged. The men each grabbed a leg and the lower part of the table separated and folded up, spreading her wide. Amy sobbed in her humiliation, fear knotting her belly at the look of desire on their faces.

  "For now, just shave her so she's ready for tomorrow," Knowledge told his brother.

  Ambition‘s fingers trembled on her quivering thigh. "What about the piercing?"

  Knowledge closed his eyes as if he was savoring a delicious chocolate. He opened them and stared at the frightened girl. "I think we should wait until the decision is made before we do that."

  "You're right, of course. I find it hard to concentrate with this pet," Ambition admitted.

  "I need to get back to the bar and check on the trainees. Patrons have complained about some of them." Knowledge kissed the young woman's forehead and left the room.

  Amy opened her lips, preparing to beg. Ambition waved his finger, "No whining now." She whimpered again in fear, and he seemed pleased. "Won't be much to this," he noted with satisfaction. Amy realized he was looking at the neatly trimmed blonde bush she'd learn to groom herself since high school. Her eyes widened as he approached her with the razor. Within minutes, he was stroking his fingers over the bared flesh.

  She hadn't made a sound while he shaved her. Amy was terrified at what he would do if she whined again. Ambition bent over, inches from her face and the fingers of one hand stroked her temple. "What a nice, quiet little pet." He leaned down and melted his mouth against her lips. With her collar attached she couldn't turn away, and she trembled while he forced his tongue into her mouth. The brief idea of biting him was discarded when she considered the punishment for such an action.

  His tongue stroked her moist cavity and she felt his fingers caress her breast. To her shame, her nipples tightened and she tried to convince herself it was due to the chill in the room. His fingers continued to gently squeeze the tip of her breast as he ended the kiss. His lips were smiling, but his eyes glittered with sadistic arousal. She glanced at the bulge in his leather pants and her core clenched in terror.

  "Such a nice, quiet little pet," he purred. "I think you have earned a reward." Ambition continued to tweak and roll her nipple as his other hand reached for her slit. His smile broadened as he held a wet finger up to her face. "Ah, my little pet. I think you are going to enjoy making money."

  Amy turned red with embarrassment as his finger returned to her pussy. She struggled to clamp her thighs and the movement combined with his stroking seemed to fuel her arousal even more. She moaned and cried softly at the forced seduction as her juices began to flow freely and her channel began a degrading pulse.

  With two fingers, he spread the denuded lips and found the swollen nub of her clit. She quivered when he softly caressed the bead while his other hand continued to play with her nipple. "Please," she begged.

  "No whining, my pet." Ambition watched her face closely and a hungering expectation filled his eyes as the flush began to cover her chest.

  She squeezed her eyes shut and silent tears leaked out the sides as her body betrayed her and began a light thrust against his hand. His stroke quickened as he kept her spread and his eyes flashed at the cream pooling on the table. "Such a passionate little pet," he acknowledged. As soon as the first shudder of her orgasm began, he pinched her clit tightly between two fingers and slapped her sensitive nipple. "I did not give you permission to cum, my pet."

  Amy groaned as her climax was halted and quivered under the onslaught of the mixed feelings assaulting her senses. Her humiliation was overwhelming as she realized she had almost orgasmed from her torturer's ministrations, and he had been the one to deny her.

  He rubbed his cock and chuckled. "Yes, my pet. You will be quite profitable." Ambition left the room and turned out the lights. A few minutes later, she heard the door open and close and she was left in the darkness. It was a long while before she gave into the exhaustion brought on by fear and her unexpected arousal and fitfully slept.

  CHAPTER II

  Amy woke in the semi–darkness of the room. She had to pee, and soon her bladder was aching between the beer she drank the night before and the terrifying nightmare she found herself in. With her legs spread, it was hard to control. She had fervently wished when she woke up, she would discover it had all been a sordid nightmare. At one point, she'd even imagined herself back on the bus, headed to the safety of Idaho.

  Her heart raced when she heard the door open and lights came on. The blonde haired man, Knowledge, came in, guiding a young woman on a leash. He unclipped the lead and pointed at Amy. "Take care of her, pet." He left the room and she heard him on the phone.

  "Please, help me get out of here. They're crazy," Amy begged the dark haired girl.

  The woman silently retrieved a bedpan and slipped it under Amy‘s hips. Amy continued to plead and the girl remained silent, not even looking into her face. Amy realized the young woman was as frightened as she was and gave a defeated moan.

  She quickly used the bedpan and tried to convince the silent young woman. "Please, the two of us can get by him."

  After emptying the pan, the girl left the room without looking back.

  Knowledge came back in the room. "How is our pet this morning?" He twisted a nipple.

  "Please let me go," Amy moaned.<
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  Knowledge shook his head. Some of them were so dense and refused to accept the obvious. "We haven't fulfilled your wish."

  "I told you. I don't want my wish anymore," Amy cried.

  Knowledge trailed a finger down her stomach, watching goose bumps rise in its wake. "It doesn't matter what you want, pet. Once you make your wish and we accept the terms, we have to fulfill it." He pinched the other nipple and she shuddered.

  None of this made sense to her and she was afraid she was dealing with psychopaths. "Why are you doing this to me?"

  His blue eyes became steel cold and angry. "Stop whining. We have already warned you, we don't like whining, my pet."

  From behind her, she heard the door open and voices approach. Ambition and a well dressed, middle aged man approached her. Amy screamed, "Help me, they've kidnapped me."

  Ambition slapped a hand over her mouth and looked at his brother. "You were supposed to gag her. You know the doctor needs to concentrate."

  Knowledge shrugged as he grabbed the gag. "Sorry, she moans so nicely. It's like music."

  "If you ring gagged her, you could still enjoy it," the doctor suggested.

  Amy realized the man was part of the torturous arrangement that held her captive and wracking sobs shuddered through her. Ambition moved his hand as Knowledge approached with a plug that looked like a small penis. He gripped her jaw. "Open," he demanded.

  She kept her lips sealed until his grip was so tight she thought he'd break her bones. As soon as her lips parted, he shoved the intrusive device into her mouth. The elastic strap went over her head and rested at the back. Her wails were ineffectively weak and the hard rubber tickled her throat.

  The doctor had returned from the cabinet with latex gloves on and began a very personal study of her breasts. "They're magnificent. Very firm for natural breasts this size," he admired. He prodded and poked her fleshy mounds and then concentrated on her nipples. He held the base and stroked his thumb across the tips until they hardened.

  "I don't see why she can't be lactated, but her nipples will become puffier and you‘d have to be careful not to desensitize them with overuse. Keeping them oiled when she's off duty would help." He was playing with the large pink circles and tweaking the buds to peaks. "She should be popular with the patrons."

  He dug something out of his bag and Amy screamed behind the gag. "You may want to divert her attention, Ambition. Knowledge will need to be able to concentrate and see how this procedure is done. Her shrieking could distract him."

  Amy felt deliberate stroking down her slit as the doctor and Knowledge hung over her breasts. She was reduced to hitching sobs when she felt the light buzzing of a vibrator directly on her clit. She spasmed and drooled from her core as her eyelids began to flutter. She heard Ambition chuckle, "Consider her distracted, doctor. As I told you, she's quite a passionate little pet."

  She began thrusting into the pulse on her sex. When she felt the ring with the vertical guide applied around one hardened nipple, her eyes briefly widened in terror. Ambition pushed a finger into her clenching interior and she closed her eyes. She felt an impending orgasm and concentrated on her release when the vibrator was removed. She shrieked as her clit was pinched. "You do not have permission to cum, my pet."

  The doctor and Knowledge had stopped their discussion and were watching her face with lecherous smiles as she debased herself. Her cornflower blue eyes pleaded with the doctor until Ambition was sure her crisis was over and the vibrator returned, beginning the cycle again. The denied climaxes were causing an ache inside her. It didn't compare to the pain when the three inch needle centered in the guide and plunged directly into her breast through the tip of her hardened nipple.

  As the doctor pushed the plunger, he and Knowledge closed their eyes with a look of uninhibited desire at her gagged scream. The doctor massaged her breast. "Okay, you do the other one. We could use oral drugs alone, but it takes longer and this is so much more pleasurable."

  Ambition's attentions continued to expertly torture her pussy while Knowledge pushed the other plunger. The doctor corrected his massage. "That's better. It needs to be dispersed so it doesn't solidify. We'll use the injections for a week in conjunction with the pumps and the oral enhancers. Remember, she will have to be stimulated constantly until she's producing an adequate amount and at full production in the evenings."

  Between the pain and the arousal, Amy understood they meant her to give milk. What nightmare had she ended in? She was reduced to the whimpers they seemed to enjoy.

  "That's enough, Ambition. You need to see this too, so Knowledge doesn't enjoy all the work of preparing your new pet," the doctor chuckled. "You'll need to put her on minimal training until her milk comes in. Does this table have a removable chest plate?"

  Knowledge answered proudly, "Of course, and a head training hinge."

  "Excellent. I'd avoid the whippings for now, unless they're for correction. Except for her injections, I want her on the pump. I'm going to pierce her so they'll have time to heal while she's working on her milk. Keep her nipples well oiled so the skin doesn't dry out.

  Amy cried behind the gag and offered an occasional futile struggle against her binds. The doctor strapped a bandeau harness around her that left only the tips of her nipples protruding. "This will hold her tits so the weight doesn't distend her mounds and areola unpleasantly. It there's any stretching, we can curb it to her little rosy buds. As with the others, I‘ll give you an exercise regime for her to follow with particular attention to firming up your pet with the increased size of these beauties."

  The doctor laid a piercing kit on her shivering belly while he spoke. He pinched a hardened sore nub on her breast and her eyes widened in panic at the size of the flanged needle.

  Amy had never even pierced her ears, thinking it would mar the perfection of the delicate shells. Anything she added to her body for decoration, could always be removed and leave no trace. The one small butterfly henna tattoo she'd tried, took almost six months to remove and she'd hated it an hour after it was applied.

  "With these light pink nipples, I'll make her rings a little larger than standard to draw attention to her obvious assets." He stretched her nipple and she shrieked continuously as the needle pierced through the already sensitive tip. He threaded a thick silver hoop through the bleeding hole and snapped it shut. She was down to soft moans by the time the other one was finished.

  "Huh, still conscious," the doctor noted. "After training, she's going to be popular. I know I'll sign up for time with her. It seems such a waste when the pet passes out halfway through a session."

  The doctor told Knowledge to remove the chest plate from the table and the two men knelt while the doctor set up the pump on the floor beneath her. She felt the table under her shoulder blades disappear.

  "Make sure she gets plenty of fluids and call me when she starts to drip. If she hasn't started producing in four days, I'll come back and see if we need to up the strength of the injections. I don't think it will be necessary. She's obviously a cow."

  Amy wanted to scream. Of course the boys in high school stared as her chest expanded. Since she'd come to L.A., she'd been careful to present herself in an alluring manner. A cow?

  "What about other training?" Ambition asked.

  "Anything that can be done while her ass is in the air is fine. Just be light on the whipping until we get the milk to come in. Too much pain or fear may stall the process." The doctor gazed at the glistening juices pooled on the table. "With her aroused response to her preparations and desire to stay conscious, I think your new pet is a natural submissive," the doctor informed them. "Beginning training may actually encourage her lactation if she stays pleasantly aroused."

  Amy cringed in denial of the doctor's words. How could anyone in this situation become "pleasantly aroused?" The reactions Ambition had caused her to feel were a forced response to a Master at seduction. She felt a twinge of sexual heat inside her, even as she refused to believe her body was ar
oused by what had been done to her.

  Ambition unhooked her collar and she shook her head wildly, blonde mane covering her face. The men lowered her legs, latched her ankles together and unhooked them from the table. The doctor‘s strong arms held her legs while Ambition and Knowledge unhooked her wrists. She strained ineffectively to lash out at them and they smiled at her gagged shrieks as they turned her over and reattached her to the gurney. Her breasts ached as they hung through the access where the plate had been removed.

  Knowledge held her up by her hair while Ambition unhooked the solid head support. Another plate was hooked onto the table that had an opening for her face and a padded strip across her forehead and chin. The front of her collar was secured and she was forced to remain staring at the floor. By straining her eyes, she could look down and see her tortured breasts in their binding and the silver rings on her nipples tormenting her little buds.

  After her ankles were separated, the cuffs were secured. Straps tightened around her knees and thighs and the petrified young woman heard a series of metal latches being unclasped. There was a sliding sensation and her limbs bent as her knees pushed towards her stomach, spreading her legs and raising her bottom in the air. She whimpered in horrified terror at her new exposed position. A finger stroked her folds and she was sure it was Ambition getting ready to torment her again.

  Tears splattered quietly on the floor as the doctor fitted a cuff around each breast and inserted her aching nipples into separate clear tubes. The grey–blue lustful stare he gave her froze her blood as he flipped a switch. "Remember to turn it off before you remove her for injections." The man continued to gaze into her frightened eyes. "I think I'll take payment for this one in dungeon time, when she's ready." He smiled as he watched her strain to shake her head.