Against Her Will (Dragon's Lair) (9 page)

Richard dug in his heels. “You never said she was yours. You said to train her well.”

Master Dragon
grabbed Richard by the collar of his shirt. “She’s not yours. She’ll never be yours.”

“You’re crazy!” Richard burst out. “Why are you letting the Major obsess about her, then? Why don’t you declare her as yours?” He refused to think about the truth of his questions.
Of course. Sarah was destined for prized dignitaries or Masters of elite institutions. He had nothing to offer her, or at least nothing anyone would value but him. He had written terrible poetry to her in his head, laughably awful drivel.
Roses are red, violets are blue. I’m a fool, but I love you.

Master Dragon
released Richard, shaking. “You watch the videos, you have your fantasies, and you get excited seeing her. You picture offering her the lollipop, don’t you?”

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? For thou art…thou art…something.
For you make me smile as if the sun has risen inside of my dreary life.

“No,” Richard answered honestly. He pictured stroking her forehead and whispering to her while she slept, talking to her of daffodils and spring and love. At first, he had looked at her for the instant erection. He had to admit the truth. But in watching her interact, seeing her spunky enough to plot an escape and very nearly pull it off, he had gained respect for her. When she fought with the doctor and nurse, he winced for the punishment sure to come. He almost hated to see such strong spirit broken. She was a mare who longed to be free, a hobbled
filly just discovering her wild beginnings. In the short time she had been at the Lair, she had blossomed from a frightened captive into a smart, resourceful woman who fought against everything the Lair could dish out.

He was a sentimental fool, but she made him want to be a better man.

Master Dragon backed off. “Well, don’t,” he said awkwardly. It was the closest such an august personage could come to apologizing. “She’s mine,” he repeated.

“I know,” Richard said, dully. “Everything is yours.”
Your lips are red, my heart is blue. You are so sweet, but I can’t love you.

The Master clapped a friendly hand onto his shoulder. “You’re a good man,” he said. “Don’t breathe a word of this to the Major, hey? Maybe we can get him hooked enough to build us a new wing.”

“Yes, sir,” Richard answered. “May I return to my duties, sir?”

“Just what part of ‘Obey every instruction to the letter’ did you not understand?” Julia gave Sarah a final snap of the leather strap as she marched the girl into Diamond.

“It wasn’t my fault!” Sarah wailed. “They were mean to me, and…”

“They were doing their duty to the Lair by looking after your health. Since when do you have a medical degree, miss?” Julia closed the door and flicked
the security switch. Odd, it had been turned off. She’d have to ask Richard to look into it later. For now, she had a lesson to teach.

“I hate you all!” Sarah stomped her foot. “They weren’t even real doctors, just nasty, vile…” She had plenty more to say, but Julia wasn’t listening.

“Get onto the table and kneel,” Julia said.

Sarah glared at her. “In your dreams, you sadistic freak.”

Julia beamed. “No,” she said, her voice quite dry. “I don’t dream about things that will happen every day. From now on, whenever you see someone with Dragon authority, you will kneel to show respect.”

Sarah responded with a rude invitation that startled Julia into a laugh. Oh, this minx was good. Clad in nothing but a hospital gown and given a strapping that would have killed the spirit in a lesser girl, she still could hold her own.

“No, pet,” Julia answered with amusement. “I don’t need to do that to myself. I’ll teach you how to do it soon enough. Now, kneel and remember what I told you at the doctor’s. I’ve been through everything you have, and it made me a better person. You have great strength, and we’re not going to take that away. Instead, we’re going to focus it and shape it. You’ll learn to be strong in ways that don’t cause you so much misery.”

Because Sarah was beginning to learn that no argument ended in her favor, she
climbed onto the table and sank to her knees. It was true that Julia had admitted to being spanked and humiliated, and she also showed more humanity than anyone else here. Maybe all of this was supposed to make sense, but Sarah couldn’t understand how. She squeaked as Julia tied a silk handkerchief across her eyes. “N-n-no,” she begged, remembering how badly that had ended the last time.

“
Shh,” Julia soothed. “This won’t hurt.” A plastic crinkle followed her words.

Sarah squirmed, fighting the blindfold with her hands. A second later, the crinkling stopped and Julia bound her hands behind her back with a second handkerchief. Sarah struggled, sighed, and gave up. With Julia, at least she could hope for something pleasurable. And as far as she knew, Julia had never lied to her.

The plastic crinkle continued, and Julia spoke to her. “Open your mouth,” she said.

Sarah felt as if she were at a junior high slumber par
ty, dared by her friends to try gross concoctions. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth wondering if Julia would squirt whipped cream into her mouth. Instead, a sweet strawberry smell reached her nose.

“Lick,” Julia commanded, and Sarah obeyed.

She stuck out her pink tongue and lapped cautiously, like a cat. She almost cried with relief when her tongue made contact with the hard, sugary Blow Pop. She didn’t know what she had expected, but she had thought it would be something terrible, disgusting, or both. She didn’t necessarily like candy, but it was edible. So she was going to eat some candy? Why all the fuss? She sucked, trying to draw the candy into her mouth and bite it.

"Not like that, Sarah,
” Julia scolded. “Not all at once. Little licks. Taste the sweetness and let it melt into your tongue. Savor it with nice, long strokes."

Sarah got the funny feeling that this was about more than eating candy. She blushed, drawing back.
For some reason, the sternness of Julia’s commands caused a stirring in between her legs. She shook her head the tiniest bit, convinced that the innocent act of eating a lollipop would mean something far different in her new mistress’s hands. Instantly, Julia’s tone changed from playfulness to the scariest tone she had ever heard.

“I can make you wish you were never born
if you displease me. Now, lick.”

Sarah gave a little lap, confused by the intensity and charades. So she ate a piece of candy. So what? Before Julia could threaten again, Sarah took another lick. Never one to be fond of candy, she gagged on the sweetness.

“Swallow,” Julia ordered, and Sarah sighed. She didn’t want to, but she didn’t want Julia to get mad, either. She swallowed the sickly sweet liquid, and she opened her mouth once more. “Next time, less sighing and more obedience, miss. Lick from the bottom to the tip, using your tongue to give a slight pressure. Don’t start and stop, but lick in a steady rhythm. Don’t tire yourself out all at once. You’ll need to keep this going.”

Sarah’s jaw began to ache, and she wished she could take the lollipop in her hand
to eat it that way. Instead, she obediently opened and closed, trying to please. The novelty was beginning to wear off, and the pleasurable tingle had subsided. She wondered if she looked like a performing monkey.

“That’s better,” Julia approved. “Now, put some enthusiasm into it. Show how much you enjoy licking, how excited it makes you.”

With those words, Sarah’s response flip-flopped. Her secret places throbbed with an uncontrollable heat, and she performed at Nurse Julia’s command. In a strange way, Sarah
did
enjoy it. She had Julia’s full attention, she wasn’t in trouble for once, and all she had to do was follow orders. She could understand Julia’s earlier words better — if she did as she was told, she didn’t have to worry about anything else.

“
Good!” Julia spread Sarah’s knees apart until her thighs formed a forty-five degree angle. “Please me, and you might get a nice reward.”

With that promise, Sarah quivered in anticipation. She licked as if her life depended on it, tilting her head to get a better angle. She moaned, panting, and put on the show of her life. In return, Julia thrust two fingers into the girl’s pussy, pumping hard. Sarah squealed, afraid to do anything that might make Julia stop.
She opened her mouth wider and gently glided the tips of her teeth along the rounded edge. From Julia’s gasp, Sarah guessed she had gotten it right.

“Well done,” Julia praised. She
untied the handkerchief around Sarah’s hands. Then she tilted Sarah back until she was lying on the table, and she buckled her hands and wrists into the leather cuffs. She pushed the button to raise Sarah’s legs into the stirrups, this time spreading her legs far apart. Sarah whimpered, asking what she had done wrong, and Julia shushed her. “I promised you a reward, my pet, and you shall get it. Hold still. My goodness, you are wet. But not here, so we’ll have to get you soft and ready.”

Sarah whimpered, fearful of pain, but Julia reassured her.

“This won’t hurt, my pet, at least not this time. Later, if you have displeased me, I’ll cause you pain. But for now, you have been a good girl.” Julia coated Sarah’s bottom hole with a generous layer of lubricant, coaxing the girl as she did so. “Relax. You’ll enjoy this almost as much as I enjoyed your first lesson.”

Trusting, Sarah closed her mouth while Julia inserted a sleek silver egg into the girl’s
anus. With a click, the egg began vibrating at a low enough intensity to arouse Sarah without hurting her. She
was
new to anal play, after all. She clenched and squirmed, unsure how to respond to the unfamiliar sensations, until Julia inserted a second toy into her womanly opening. This time, Julia barely turned the vibration on before Sarah shouted in ecstasy.

“Does that hurt, my pet?” J
ulia ran the vibrator across the girl’s swollen lips.

“Yes!” Sarah panted. “Don’t stop!”

Julia smiled, allowing Sarah to issue a command this once, and gave her one more minute of playtime. Sarah’s moaned as Julia clicked the toys off and removed them, but Julia was firm as she removed the blindfold. She kissed Sarah on the lips, a rather chaste kiss considering all that had occurred.

“This is what happens when you please me.” She crooned, stroking the girl’s sweat-soaked hair. “Don’t you think life will be nicer if you strive to please me?” Shuddering with not-yet-satiated desire, Sarah could only moan. Julia lifted the girl’s chin. “
No more. You’ve been a very bad girl, and you don’t deserve to enjoy yourself. You can lie here and think about what
could
have happened today, if you had chosen to obey. If you want any more nice moments like you just experienced, I’d advise you to follow orders next time. Do I make myself clear?”

Sarah, desperate for
the final relief Julia had denied her, nodded vigorously. “Yes, Nurse Julia,” she answered. She would say anything, do anything,
be
anything Julia required, if she would only give her release.
And Julia smiled, for the battle had been won.

Richard Winston III pulled away from his video call and reached for the intercom, but he left the video on so the Major could listen in. The Major called daily to see Sarah’s training videos, which Richard shared despite his misgivings. He had to follow Master Dragon’s orders, but he had a growing uneasiness. He shared the videos, if only because the Major would pay any amount of money to own a copy, but he struggled to continue resisting pressure to sell Sarah. At least in that area he had Master Dragon’s agreement, but Richard had to handle the conversations on his own. He had to increase Sarah’s attractiveness to lure the Major to spend a great deal of money, but he worried whether the piranha would take its bait. He balked at uploading Sarah’s training profile into the computer system. He told himself it was better to surprise everyone with Sarah’s debut once she was fully trained, but he knew it was a lie. The long buildup would increase anticipation and bidding, not reduce it. However, business was business and he might as well whet the Major’s appetite with up to date information on his interest.

He wanted to ask Sarah to take a walk with him, perhaps to the forbidden outside. He wanted to show her the sunshine, buy her an ice cream cone, and lick ice cream off the tip of her nose. He wanted to slide his hand around her waist as he helped her step over a rain puddle, and gently laugh at her for screaming at the sight of a worm. The thought of handing Sarah over to the Major made him
grow sick inside. Yet, because money trumped all, he had to play the game.

“Dr. Schroeder
,” Richard said into the intercom. “What were your exam results for Dragonfly?” Richard had assured the Major that Sarah was in the pink of health, but direct verification always helped in arguing his case.

John Schroeder harrumphed. He always got too clo
se to the speaker, so his normally gravelly voice grew downright abrasive. “Green,” he answered. In good health, then. Yellow meant a few minor health concerns, blue meant a temporary halt to the training procedure, and red meant the girl would be pulled from the program. “She’ll be back at least a few times this week for some follow-up, but it’s purely disciplinary and not due to medical concerns. She’s a little soft, though. I want the girl on an exercise regimen and increased protein.”

“Thanks,” Richard answered, and
moved to switch off the intercom. The doctor was not finished, however.

“
Definitely a virgin. And I want her on a cleanse with regular enemas for at least a week or two.”

Richard paused, having trouble forming speech. A glance at the bug-eyed Major told him that the news was striking to both. If Richard’s own response was anything to go by, the Major would never give him a moment’s peace until he could see Sarah receiving her enemas
and perhaps administer one himself. For some reason Richard couldn’t understand, he both wanted to protect Sarah and to enjoy the benefits of her training. Was he a sick, foul man? Before Sarah, he had never questioned his desires. All girls needed to be dominated, he had thought. Now, gazing at her clear eyes and upturned nose, he wasn’t sure. It felt wrong, but watching her with Julia excited him. The moan of distress, the girlish pouting and stamping of feet as she realized the humiliation awaiting her, and the sheer pleasure of watching such a perfect little bottom invaded by the nozzle … ! Julia must have taken Sarah to a very compliant state, indeed, if the doctor had been able to order daily enemas. To spank that naughty bottom, cleanse it, and spank it once again before putting the naughty little girl in the corner or tucking her into bed…ah, Julia had all the luck. John, too, if they were able to take the girl’s talents into the direction of medical fetishes. Julia’s use of a diaper on the girl’s first real day of training had been positively masterful.

At this point, Sarah could be led in any number of directions th
at were all equally appealing to different potential buyers. The little scene in the bathroom leading to her tantrum, spanking, and diapering had already been uploaded to the Lair’s in-house video site and viewed several hundred thousand times in its first few days. Richard casually dropped the link to the video site whenever he visited with a prominent client. He changed the password to the site whenever a new recruit was brought in, guaranteeing that clients would return regularly. Dragon’s Lair expressly forbade the sale or transfer of the training videos. As a result, its videos commanded the highest viewership and black market profits, funneled back to the Lair through a dummy account.

Richard thanked John and disconnected the intercom, and he nodded to the Major.
“In perfect health, as I told you,” he said.

“I want her now!” The Major’s voice grew husky with desire. “Name your price, and I’ll pick her up as soon as I can schedule a flight.”

“Now?” Richard stared at the man, unable to believe the Major had taken a turn of insanity. What was the point of buying a Dragon girl who wasn’t even fully a Dragon? “Julia’s not finished training her, and the bidding hasn’t…”

“It hasn’t begun,” the Major agreed. “And it won’t get a chance to beg
in. I want to own the girl before anyone else gets their paws on her. I want her discharge paperwork ready when I arrive.”

“But…” Richard was at a loss.
Master Dragon might want Sarah for other purposes, if she continued to train well. Master Dragon might even want her for himself. Less easy to admit, even to himself, was the stab of jealousy. The Major already had a veritable harem of girls to do his bidding. He would most likely play with Sarah for a few months before tiring of her and buying a new girl, like a child with a closet full of outgrown toys. Master Dragon would own Sarah; the Major would break her and demand a refund. Was he, Richard, the only man who wanted to love her?

It was too late. He already did love her with a hopeless, meaningless love that would never see fruition.

The Major’s video screen went black, and Richard growled as he typed up the notifications for all the involved Lair employees.

Major Jeffrey Sanders to purchase Dragonfly ASAP.

He stood up and hurled his coffee mug into the wastebasket. The ceramic shattered, splattering the black liquid onto the adjoining wall. Damned if he’d settle for cold coffee anymore.

*              *              *

The last thing Becky remembered was saying “no” to the impeccably dressed, odd-looking salesman who turned out not to be a salesman. She tried to close the door once he flashed the strange dragon card, but he claimed her nose had started to bleed. A large handkerchief, a whiff of something strong and sweet at the same time, and she lost consciousness. Before her world went completely dark, Becky wondered whether this man would now throw out the belongings from her home. Why didn’t the police ever investigate missing people reports? Or was there no one left to file the reports?

*              *              *

Kneeling on the hard floor with her hands clasped behind her neck, Sarah stared at the red-haired woman in shock. Nurse Julia, as Sarah had quickly learned to call her, had taught her to fear not only the strap but also the seemingly endless supply of inventive punishments the woman supplied. She had learned to allow the invasive prodding of nurses and the doctor, and she had submitted to diapers and spankings with minimal complaint. Each tiny protest increased the severity of the punishment, and in the end Sarah’s attempt at rebellion made things worse.

Yet despite the shame, the pain, and the unfairness, she came to long fo
r each all-too-fleeting touch from the stern woman who spanked and scolded her like a child. This morning, the problem had arisen when Sarah least expected it. She had argued when told to put on a childish bunny-print smock, and within seconds Nurse Julia had striped her bottom with the wicked leather strap that always seemed to be within reach. Instead of comforting her afterward, Nurse Julia had pushed Sarah to the floor and told her to remain in position.

Sarah lifted her tear-filled eyes to watch Nurse
Julia calmly rock back and forth in her chair while stitching an intricate embroidered pattern onto a white cloth. After a moment, Nurse Julia set down the embroidery hoop and stood up. She opened a drawer from the side of Sarah’s bed and took out a large orange rubber bag, a large glass pitcher, long silicone hose with a clamp, a small stoppered bottle, medical gloves, and an absorbent pad in blue and white. Sarah watched with dread as Nurse Julia spread the pad onto the bed and filled the glass pitcher from the sink. The fresh smell of peppermint filled the room as Nurse Julia placed a few drops of oil into the water and filled the bag. After hanging the bag onto an IV stand, Nurse Julia put on the gloves and held her hand out to Sarah who still knelt on the floor.

“Come,” she said, and the fresh welts across Sarah’s bottom made her rise instantly to obey. “Lie down on your stomach, my pet
, and bare your bottom.”

Sarah’s face turned a brilliant strawberry red, but she lowered herself onto the bed, raising the hem of her yellow bunny dress. She lowered her white cotton panties, thanking her lucky stars the indignity of diapers had ended after the trip to the doctor. Once she understood she must ask permission to use what Nurse Julia insisted on calling the “potty,” she obeyed each order religiously for fear the diapers would make a reappearance.
The spankings hurt and the soap made her want to vomit, but the diapers that had broken her rebellion. She might be miserable, but for now, at least, she would be miserable and in charge of her own bodily fluids.

Nurse Julia slid a pillow underneath her stomach and tugged on her bottom until it rested nice and high. Sarah shivered, remembering the strap across her bare bottom the last time she was in this position. This time, however, Nurse Julia’s soft, cool hands patted her skin.

“There you go, try to relax and this won’t hurt.  The doctor says you need a cleaning out, so we’ll give you an enema today. Never had one before, pet?”

“No, ma’am,” Sarah answered obediently, holding as still as she could. She could think of ten different things she’d rather do than stick her bare butt in the air, but at least this wasn’t the strap. She couldn’t keep a wobble out of her voice. “Wi
ll it hurt?”

“Not if you’re a good girl,” Nurse Julia promised, and she slid the lubricated nozzle into Sarah’s bottom hole. “Easy now, we’ll do it a little at a time. Let me know if you feel any cramping.”

Sarah was so grateful for kindness instead of smacking that she did try to be brave, but the water rushing into her insides was more than her bowels could stand. “Oh, please!” she gasped, rocking back and forth.

Nurse Julia turned Sarah onto her side and briskly rubbed her lower abdomen. At first Sarah cringed, fearful the liquid would explode under any pressure, but she relaxed as the gentle touch soothed her cramping muscles. The inrush of liquid stopped, and Sarah gave a small sigh of r
elief.

“Thank you,” she whispered, and Nurse Julia smiled down at her.

“We’ll get your bottom all nice and clean, and next time you’ll be able to take your plug like a big girl.”

Sarah looked away in embarrassment, but Nurse Julia only laughed good-naturedly and released the clamp. Sarah cried out again, and this time
the massaging only helped partially. “Ow,” she moaned, and Nurse Julia gave her bottom a slap.

“Time enough for crying when Nurse puts the large volume enema into you next,” she announced, and Sarah broke a sweat at the thought of repeating the process.

She waited, desperate to relieve herself, until Nurse Julia pronounced the enema complete and allowed her to lie on the bed while waiting for the liquid to soak. She brought Sarah into the little side cubicle, unlocking it after Sarah knelt and asked permission to use the toilet.

“Good girl,” Nurse Julia said
. “Come back to the bed for your next one.”

Sarah would have protested, but her nurse’s lessons had taken hold more
firmly than she realized. She resumed her place on the bed and was glad for the brief rest while Nurse Julia prepared the second, larger bag of solution. “It hurt,” she said, a slight note of accusation in her voice. “You said it wouldn’t hurt.”

“It won’t hurt unless I want it to,” Nurse Julia answered
with an evil little smile, and Sarah snapped her mouth shut as she was wiped clean for the second insertion.

When the water began filling this time, Sarah wriggled her bottom as the water filled her insides without any break or massage. She whimpered,
pleading for Nurse Julia to rub once more. Nurse Julia raised an eyebrow.

“You said it hurt, my pet. No sense wasting my time if it doesn’t please your royal highness.”

“I’m sorry, Nurse Julia!” Sarah clasped her hands in front of her beseechingly. “I shouldn’t have complained. Please, will you give me another chance?”

Sarah could hardly believe the contrite and docile words coming out of her mouth, but the churning of her insides gave her no choice. She needed relief fast, and she had learned she was not allowed to touch her own body without permission. At least not anywhere close to where it hurt.

B
efore Julia could do more than take Sarah to bathroom and help her wash up afterward, the door of Diamond opened inward. Sarah, who had by now learned not to move without permission, held her position but went white in the face. Julia looked up in annoyance at the intrusion. Emergencies should have been announced over the intercom, and barring an emergency she brooked no interruption during her training.