It only gained her a small bit of courage. Besides her one time on the floor servicing the patrons, all of her abuse had been suffered at the hands of the brothers or the doctor. Oddly enough, she would have traded this experience to spend time with any of them. Knowledge knew the pet's fear of the unknown. It was something all pets shared.
Mistress Angeline turned out to be a small, older woman. Her grey hair was styled in a pageboy, and she'd forced her wrinkled body into some kind of black vinyl cat suit. Even in the constricting material, her little bottom sagged.
Knowledge removed Prosperity's leash. "You will obey anything Mistress Angeline orders or you and Ravenous will both be punished."
Prosperity stared at the floor. "Yes Master."
"I will be watching through the surveillance camera to see if you fail us and cost us money," he warned.
"Yes Master, I understand," she said softly. Somehow, it made her feel better to know he'd warned the woman he would be keeping an eye on them.
Knowledge left the room and the woman approached her.
Prosperity thought the old lady would have looked more in place in a floral shift playing bingo or something. When the woman walked behind her and cracked a cane across her bottom, she changed her mind.
"Have you been milked today, pet?" The old woman's voice had a high pitch.
"Yes Mistress. Once this morning and again at noon."
The old woman grasped a full breast and Prosperity was alarmed when she sucked hard. "Nice and full like I ordered. Stand by the post."
Prosperity shuffled over by the tall wooden poll and handed the woman her hands so she could attach her wrist cuffs together. The old lady needed a stool to hook the cuffs overhead. Prosperity was relieved she wasn't going to be placed in a more uncomfortable position. As the old lady climbed down, she looked in the pet's eyes and patted her cheek.
"Yes, I suppose I do have some limitations as I start to fall apart. Don't worry, I've come up with ways to compensate," she cooed.
Prosperity decided that didn't sound too good. She was sure of it by the time the old hag had secured ratcheting lines above and below her painful breasts and secured them so tightly they cut into her skin. Within minutes, between her milk and constricted blood, Prosperity was howling. When the woman picked up the cane, the girl screamed and almost felt the lashes on her bound breasts.
The woman stormed up to her. "You will not move, pet. You will stand perfectly still," she warned.
Prosperity sobbed, "Yes, Mistress Angeline." Prosperity squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the whistle of the cane before it struck. It never did. The next thing she felt was a tugging at her breast. She slowly looked down. The old woman was leaning against her and sucking one nipple while she gently fondled the other breast. It was painful to be secured to the post, but not nearly as traumatic as the thought of being caned.
When one breast was emptied, the woman turned to the other without even opening her eyes. She spent the entire hour of her dungeon time, suckling the milk out of her. Prosperity decided she would never understand these crazy people. Of course, she also didn't know that Congresswoman Angeline Fontaine had been abandoned at birth by her mother.
Mistress Angeline picked up her cane and left the dungeon room without looking back. Knowledge arrived a few minutes later to untie Prosperity from the post. He hooked her leash onto her and led her back to the pet's quarters.
Just before they got to the door of her room, Prosperity risked asking a question. "Did you know, Master Knowledge? I mean, that she wasn't going to hurt me?"
The Master looked down at her. "You are the first pet Mistress Angeline has ever requested. So no, I didn't know. I was quite intrigued as to why she requested you. She specifically gave instructions not to use the remote."
As he unhooked her leash, Prosperity said softly, "Thank you for watching over me, Master."
"Get bathed and don't forget to use the lotion if it looks like there will be bruising. Put a towel under yourself. We'll leave the rings off tonight. I believe you are quite empty." He strode back to the club.
When Prosperity didn't have a dungeon session scheduled, she spent her evenings tied to the post behind Griffin's bar. She got the nerve to ask him one night what his wish had been. It was awkward because the only time they could speak was when he was milking her. Griffin looked like he was about thirty. He had a nice smile and looked like any guy she could have met in Idaho.
"These guys bring the saying, ‘Be careful what you wish for' to new levels," he grinned. "I met Havoc ten years ago when I was trying to work my way through college at a campus bar. Mid terms were the next week and I didn't feel very confident about how I'd do. When he asked me, I said I wished that I could just bartend for the rest of my life."
Prosperity's mouth dropped open as she watched the man put on a smile and wait on the next patron.
Her next dungeon session was with the doctor. Prosperity was scared witless, and Ravenous' crying all day about not ever being promoted to go through these tortures was getting on her nerves.
At dinner, Prosperity was dismayed to see she was getting just broth. Other pets had warned her, it was a sign of a tough dungeon appointment. By the time Ambition led her down the dungeon wing, she was petrified. She kept trying to remind herself that she wasn't allowed to be permanently marked or broken. The doctor seemed to be in favor with the brothers and she wasn't sure it counted with him. She wasn't even sure anyone would be watching out for her.
Ambition led her into an empty room which was much more elaborate than the setting with the Mistress. He unhooked her leash and pushed her to a kneel, ordering her to wait for Master Jordan. He arrived about thirty minutes later and she was already crying silent tears.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, pet. I had a little matter to attend to with Master Havoc. Seems the poor boy has gotten rather addicted to the rings since his time with you. We're trying to wean him off of them."
Prosperity risked looking up and the doctor had his back to her. He was removing the black leather vest and she was surprised at the well defined muscles. The man was treacherous, but he was also very good looking.
He walked around the room and examined different, frightening torture devices. Every time he stopped at one, Prosperity trembled more. He finally stopped at a thick piece of wood that was carved into an arch. "Over here, I think. Come on, hurry up now."
Prosperity scrambled to her feet and dashed over to him. He secured her face up with her back curved so she was almost looking at the floor. Her legs were spread and secured to the other side of the arch. For a moment, she thought of Beauty's description of a pussy whipping and she clenched.
"Have you been milked tonight?"
"Yes, Master. Griffin emptied me after dinner into bottles for use at the bar." Prosperity watched him light all six candles of a candelabra and bring it over to them. He set it on the ground. Prosperity waited anxiously to see which of the whips, canes or floggers on the wall he would choose.
Instead, he traced a finger from the hollow of her throat all the way to her pussy. Once there, he slowly stroked her slit. An involuntary moan issued from her lips and her eyes closed as her bottom flexed against the wood. She knew her channel was pulsing and decided if these were the last moments of pleasure she was going to have during their session, she was going to enjoy it.
Jordan looked at the aroused woman's face and frowned. Her long blonde hair was bunched up on the floor in her arced angle. He continued to caress her folds and lifted a candle.
Prosperity hissed when she felt the hot wax hit her belly, and she arched even further off the platform. The wax traveled to just between her breasts before it cooled and set.
Jordan didn't miss the tight spasm of her core when the wax hit her skin. He picked up the next candle and dripped it on the underside of her breast. Again she sucked in air and gripped the finger he'd placed inside her as she arched, forcing the melted liquid over her nipple. She moaned sensually.
/> He continued drawing abstracts on her skin and she had begun light bucks with her hips against the wood. He spread her labia and waited for her reaction. She said nothing and shook her head side to side, sweeping the floor with her hair. When the wax hit her clit, she orgasmed.
Her erotic shudders were mesmerizing. He pulled out his cock and when he plunged inside her she climaxed again, gasping and moaning in pleasure while he twisted her aroused nipples. Her hips tried to meet his as he thrust into her.
When the session was over, it was difficult to decide who was more confused. Prosperity cried for two days, even while she was strapped behind the bar. She knew what the doctor had done to her was some kind of trick from the brothers, and she bemoaned their cruelty.
Knowledge noticed her despondency and tried to talk to Jordan about it. Even her milk production was down, and although he could force her orgasms, she seemed more angered than aroused. The doctor told him to give her a few days to settle down. On agreement, the brothers didn't use surveillance on the doctor's dungeon visits, but they were uneasy as to what might have happened.
Within a few days, Prosperity seemed to be back to normal, as Jordan predicted. The incident seemed to be forgotten.
Prosperity's next dungeon session was with Mark, Penny's boyfriend. She assumed the Masters didn't know that Prosperity had known Mark prior to meeting him at the club. It wasn't unusual for her to be dragging her feet through the hall of the dungeon wing. Prosperity felt better that it was Master Knowledge leading her and reminding her that there was a penalty if any pet was permanently marked or broken during a session. The penalty was stiff, as Prosperity discovered.
When Master Mark scheduled his visit, he'd snuck in a taser. He was curious as to what would happen if he jolted her just as she climaxed when he used the remote. He applied the taser to her breast as she began convulsing, and it left two little marks on the tender flesh.
Knowledge burst into the room with Jordan. The doctor checked the skin. "I can apply vitamin oil, but it will scar regardless." He shook his head at Mark, disgusted by his brazen act. The insolent fool had been bragging about how he was going to torture the pet that he'd met through his girlfriend. Knowledge had agreed that Jordan could view the surveillance when he told him.
Knowledge grabbed Mark by the front of his leather pants and slammed him against the wall. "How dare you defile our property," he roared. "If you had one wish, what would it be?"
Mark was terrified. He knew no matter what he said, it would be twisted to their pleasure. Still, the enchantment forced him to answer. "My wish would be to travel to exotic places," he stuttered.
CHAPTER V
Mark was named 'Expedition.' Prosperity noticed with satisfaction that his brand was as long as hers. He spent the night roaming the club, begging his former friends to sign his card, acknowledging he'd collected his souvenirs.
The tip of his cock had been pierced, and a chain connected his shaft to his naval. A flaccid member was not allowed, and he worked hard to keep his modest staff erect while collecting sperm in his rectum and throat. The Masters had discovered that he was a true homophobe, and were delighted that they could fulfill his wish of traveling to exotic places, such as a patron's testes and cock. He was never allowed to 'Pussy Island' again.
Knowledge was holding court at the bar when Ambition approached him. He glanced at Jordan, who was once again ignoring his company as he stared at Mark.
"The doctor has an almost unhealthy addiction to Expedition's humiliation."
"Jordan has approached me about purchasing Prosperity when her wish is fulfilled. We're discussing a fee. He'll trade half off on services to our pets. I'm reducing the price because of the scarring. He told me it wasn't necessary, but fair is fair. We'll recoup the loss on Expedition." Knowledge watched the former young Master across the room with a man slapping his butt while he buried himself deep and another thrust down his throat. His tears glistened on his cheeks from the neon lights, and Knowledge was satisfied he would continue to collect on his exotic travels.
"If you're discussing her selling price, she must be close achieving her wish," Ambition noted.
"Within the week, we will have made our million dollars off of her. It will be sad to see her leave, but we agreed one million was a lot of money when we set the goal for her fulfillment. Jordan has suggested he is still willing to supply us with product. Other than his morning coffee and afternoon tea, he has no use for it. He will take the thicker morning production. I told him once her wish was fulfilled, the enchantment was over." Knowledge glanced over to where Prosperity lay on the couch, surrounded by patrons.
He hit the remote and chuckled quietly as her fists dug into the pillows and her hips began to thrust into the air. After a few moments, her pleading eyes looked over at him. He nodded, giving her silent permission to climax. Yes, he would miss the pet. He hoped Havoc would recruit another with the same wish soon.
A few days later, Ambition and Knowledge entered the women's quarters. They informed Prosperity her wish was fulfilled, and that she'd been purchased. Ravenous wailed and Prosperity's eyes filled at the thought of leaving her only friend to become property of an unknown Master or Mistress.
The Masters left the chambers without telling them who was her buyer. As with all purchases, it would be announced at the end of the main event. Ravenous and Prosperity spent their remaining hours together trying to console each other.
By now, Prosperity was well acquainted with the sensation of time rushing forward when the result was dreaded. Her submissive nature fed her nervous fears at the thought of leaving her life at the Masters' Dungeon for perhaps an even greater torturous situation. At least she knew what to expect with the enchanters.
The main event ended and Ambition walked out onto the stage. Prosperity had been kneeling at Knowledge's feet while his thumb stroked the leash attached to her collar. He rose and they joined Ambition under the lights.
Ambition shook his dark hair as if clearing his thoughts. "We are pleased to report that, with your help, another wish has been fulfilled."
The patrons clapped enthusiastically and Ambition had to wait for the noise to settle down to continue. Prosperity had been a favorite for many of them.
"As of closing last night, she has made one million, twenty three thousand dollars for the club. I think we can all agree that she has made a lot of money." Ambition and Knowledge once again deferred to the noise of the cheering.
Knowledge began speaking and Prosperity closed her eyes tight, as was her habit when she was truly afraid. "I'm pleased to announce Prosperity has been bought by the Master who was so instrumental in helping her reach her goal. Master Jordan, please join us to collect your pet."
Her knees almost buckled. Of all the patrons who could have purchased her, he was the man she feared the most. It wasn't that the doctor was necessarily crueler than the others, it was the fact that he was involved at the beginning of her torturous journey, and had made her feel something while she was here that terrified her.
The handsome formidable Master jogged up the steps with his hands clasped together over his head in victory. The patrons laughed and clapped at the cultured man's display. His piercing blue eyes impaled her with sadistic glee, and she moaned as he was handed her leash. She spent the time until closing, trembling silently on her knees while his friends congratulated him.
Finally, the club began to empty. The doctor looked down at his quivering pet and stroked the top of her head. "You will call me Master Jordan."
"Yes, Master Jordan," she whispered. She forced herself to follow him to the door and her eyes filled with frightened tears at being led outside the dungeon for the first time in more than six months.
Knowledge and Ambition were standing by the exit. They shook the doctor's hand and Knowledge invited him to bring his pet back to the club whenever he wished. The entire time she'd worked at the club, the only pet ever to visit was Champion. The Chief of Police had been called out of town a
nd Mistress Carmella decided not to reschedule her time on stage for the main event.
Ambition wrapped a long cloak around Prosperity's shoulders and buttoned it at her neck. As her new Master led her from the building, she glanced back and saw Ravenous huddled on a sofa being comforted by Beauty. She gave Beauty a small smile for taking care of her friend. At least she'd still have someone to commiserate with.
A chauffer was holding the door open to a black limousine that was waxed to such a high gloss that the neon lights of the club appeared to emit from the car's surface. "Master Jordan," the old chauffer acknowledged.
The doctor squeezed Prosperity's shoulders. "This is our new pet, Herman. Her name is Prosperity."
The chauffer studied the trembling young woman. Over the years, he'd seen the destruction of pets from their time at the club as they quivered in their cloaks and headed to unknown lives with their new owners. This one still had a slight aura of innocence in her eyes and had managed to maintain most of her beauty. The doctor would have an enviable treasure as he conditioned her back to the slight semblance of humanity he would return to her.
"You have made a wise purchase," Herman acknowledged.
Prosperity slid across the seat and the doctor placed her on the floor, kneeling between his legs. "Eyes down unless you are otherwise directed."
Prosperity lowered her eyes to the seat between his legs. The full impact of leaving the security of the club began to settle in and she began trembling again. She felt the vibration inside her and flinched.
Jordan decided to distract her from the trip. From her position, she'd have no idea where they were traveling, but he didn't want her to sense the distance from the club. He spent the hour drive bringing her to the brink and watching her try to compose herself, only to feel the pulse inside her channel resumed.
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