Against Her Will (Dragon's Lair), page 7
“Mrmph!” Sarah wailed. She asked herself, wildly, how her body could flip from pain to pleasure in a heartbeat. She would almost have welcomed…no, not the strap, but maybe a gentle slap. If only Julia would go faster. Just a little deeper and to the right, just a little harder. Sarah tried to ride the older woman’s fingers.
As soon as Julia noticed Sarah’s clumsy attempts to cooperate, she pulled her fingers away. “No, little madam. This is for my pleasure, not yours. You will only enjoy yourself if I tell you to.”
Breathless and wild with a newfound lust, Sarah stood trembling like a leaf. In the past half an hour, she had experienced the worst shame she had ever known. Yet none of that seemed to matter, and in fact the shame seemed to heighten her experience. She couldn’t understand it, but she danced like a puppet to Julia’s command. Punished once for speaking out of turn, she lowered her head and silently begged to be given pleasure. “Sorry,” she mumbled, thinking an apology might be the best way to get Julia to continue her action. Although, through the cloth, it came out more like “Rrmph.”
Julia could have laughed. A virgin the girl might be, but sexless she was not. Julia shook her head. Those were dangerous thoughts. She didn’t dare let herself go down that path. She was playing with fire, and she had to find a way to awaken the girl’s sexual arousal without putting them into bad situations. Richard, not to speak of Master Dragon, would have her head if Julia jeopardized their prize recruit.
Julia’s intercom buzzed. “Dr. Schroeder will see Dragonfly at eight AM.” Well. There were good things about the constant surveillance. Richard had taken care of the rescheduling for her. “Are you ready to behave?” She looked at the girl who had vacillated between defiance and contrition for the last half hour.
“Mrph.” Sarah tried to answer, and the cloth started to drop from her mouth.
Julia slipped her fingers underneath Sarah’s diaper again and pinched the inner folds of the labia. She made her voice as menacing as she could. “Drop that cloth and I will take my strap to you right here.” In truth, they had neither the time nor the real estate on the girl’s skin. If Sarah continued to flip-flop between good and bad behavior, Dr. Schroeder and his nurses would need her bottom in good enough condition for spanking. Though he was known for his ingenuity, come to think of it. He would find a way to send the toughest girl crawling back to her nurse.
The terrified squeak showed Julia had gotten her point across and Sarah stayed in place, clamping onto the cloth as if her life depended on it. Placated, Julia stroked in a soft, soothing motion. She was curious at the girl’s immediate response. Was she always teetering on the precipice of arousal, or was it the new surroundings? Julia thought through the comments most likely to increase both arousal and shame, and she brought out her most tried and true weapon.
“You are very wet,” she said, in a voice that betrayed all of her surprise and added a touch of a prim nurse’s scolding of her wayward child. “Naughty little thing, you like it when Nurse touches you here. Don’t you, my pet?”
Sarah tried to shake her head, thought better of it, and blushed. She was almost grateful for the vile-tasting soap in her mouth. It gave her an excuse for not admitting the truth.
“You want me to keep touching you, don’t you?” Julia slid the white cloth down to Sarah’s knees and parted the girl’s legs wider. She held the labia open to get better access to the sweet, responsive clitoris. Sarah gasped. “Does it feel good when Nurse does this to you?”
Sarah wobbled on shaky knees, this time trying to keep herself still.
Julia began rubbing in a lazy, slow circular motion that brought Sarah teetering on her tiptoes. Sarah grabbed onto Julia’s shoulders, and her body both sought out the contact and shied from it. The touch was almost painful, and it set every nerve on fire. Yet not for anything would Sarah have told Julia to stop.
“So very wet,” Julia murmured. The girl was unconsciously grinding her pelvis in rhythm with Julia’s thrusts. A raw beginner, yes, but a raw beginner with talent. Julia was having trouble breathing, but she struggled to control herself. It took a forceful hold on her self-discipline to stop her panting and give back the note of a nurse taunting her helpless charge. “What a naughty, filthy girl we have, someone who wets herself and has to be diapered like a baby.” Sarah moaned and shook some more.
Sarah flushed in humiliation. It was bad enough to be stripped naked and bathed like a baby, but at least her body could stop enjoying in. She felt as if she would wet herself again. The thrusts came harder, more insistent, and Sarah shuddered with anticipation. Any second now, any moment, just a little bit harder and… Julia thrust two fingers inside the girl’s pussy and yanked them out just as quickly as the girl begged for more.
Julia slapped her bottom with a free hand. “No, pet. This is for my pleasure, not yours.”
Julia washed her hands underneath the sink tap before re-fastening the diaper. Sarah screamed in frustration, and her own fingers sought to replace Julia’s expert manipulation with her own. Instead, Julia wiped her again with the towel. She plucked the cloth from Sarah’s mouth and dropped it into the sink. Suds bubbled down Sarah’s chin as she spat, still crying.
“Please don’t stop,” she whined, not caring that she did not make any sense. A few minutes ago, she had threatened to call the police. Now, she begged for any scrap of attention as if she were a dog starving for a bone.
Julia took the naked girl by the arm and lifted her chin. “Your body is my property, girl. Should you ever forget that, I will be happy to remind you.”
Before Sarah could respond, Julia turned and pushed her toward the door. “Time to go to the doctor. He won’t be pleased you’ve made us late, my pet.”
Sarah shrank back, covering her ripe breasts in a futile attempt to hide her body. “Not like this!”
Any other time, Julia would have beaten her for the show of defiance. On this first day, however, she smiled. It was as if someone had given Sarah the script of what lines to say to allow Julia the exercise of her power. Oh, it was too bad that Sarah had to be sold to someone else! What Julia wouldn’t give to have this pretty pet around all the time!
“Yes, like this. You soiled your clothes, remember? Like a little baby who needs her diapers.”
Sarah’s face reddened, but she gave it one more try. “Only because you wouldn’t let me use the bathroom!”
Oh, this girl was too much! Julia fought the urge to laugh. Really, a lifelong trained submissive could not have known better how to please. Whoever got Sarah would be a lucky man, no matter how much money he paid. Julia longed to scoop the girl up and cuddle her into her arms, but she checked herself. She had to play Evil Nurse for now, not the kind one. After all, hadn’t she been the one lecturing Master Dragon about misplaced leniency? If Sarah learned her lesson, Julia could spoil her with love afterward.
“Remember lesson one?” she asked. At Sarah’s blank stare, she clarified. “Your body is my property.” In case that was not clear enough, she added, “You will not do anything with my property unless I wish it. If you don’t have the good sense to ask permission to use the toilet, I’ll have to keep you in diapers to protect Master Dragon’s investment.”
Sarah opened her mouth to protest and ask questions, but Julia pushed her forward.
“That’s enough for now,” she ordered. “Dr. Schroeder will want to show his displeasure at your tardiness. And if you behave badly in his office for any reason, you’ll get a taste of the strap when we get home, my pet.”
Sarah shuffled in front of Julia, keeping her eyes on the floor. Her pert little bottom wiggled in its fluffy diaper, and it was all Julia could do not to rip it off. She would be professional. She would keep her distance. She would remember all the reasons why Sarah was only a charge, nothing else. She hoped her own body would remember not to betray her. Sarah received the strap and diapering for her lapses because she was new and untrained. For Julia, however, the consequences would be much more severe. She had to keep her composure, for both of their sakes.
CHAPTER SIX
Becky opened her front door, startled to find a gentleman in a smart three-piece suit that seemed far too formal for a Saturday afternoon. He must be a salesman or a funeral director, but no one had died recently. “We don’t need any Fuller brushes,” she began, closing the door in his face.
The doorbell rang again. “I’m not selling anything, ma’am,” the man called through the closed door. “I heard you were trying to find your friend, and I came to help.”
Becky gasped. How could he know? She had told no one, not even her co-workers. “What friend?” she asked, testing him.
“Sarah Mathison,” came the answer. The man smiled at her as she slowly re-opened the door. “She worked with you for the past six months, and you went to her home trying to find information about her.”
Becky kept the door open but blocked the doorway with her body. He could be anyone, perhaps even someone dangerous. Was he a spy assigned to her?
“I came to let you know she is just fine, ma’am,” the man said. He gave Becky an odd salute with his fingers resting against his brow. “I wouldn’t want you to worry.”
Curiosity got the better of Becky’s caution, and she opened the door wider. “Why shouldn’t I worry? What happened to her?”
“Do you want to find out?”
All at once, Becky realized that the man held out a small, square black card. She didn’t even have to look to know it contained the dragon insignia.
* * *
“Nurse Julia, a word.”
Julia nodded at Richard as she pushed an unwilling Sarah toward the waiting room. “Now, sir?”
If Richard was surprised at her use of “sir,” he didn’t show it. While she was correct in every protocol and saved her banter for private conversations, she had not called him “sir” since she had been a recruit. It was a point of pride that she was now a nurse and not a charge. However, even pride had to give way in the face of necessity, and it was time for Sarah to learn how her new world worked. Before graduating, Sarah would kneel to obey anyone who bore the Dragon insignia.
“Once Dr. Schroeder’s nurse takes her back,” Richard reassured her.
Julia stifled a sigh. An order from Richard was an order, but how mean of him to make her miss Sarah’s first medical exam. It seemed all the more unkind when she considered that Richard could watch the videos whenever he wanted. As a nurse, Julia was only permitted to view footage if she filed paperwork with an official reason for her request.
Then she cheered up. With any luck, Sarah would behave badly in the doctor’s office, especially with the new request Julia meant to submit to the nurse. While Dr. Schroeder would take care of any naughtiness on the spot, Julia adhered to the strictest of old-fashioned discipline principles. A spanking from anyone in the Lair, while a girl was in Julia’s care, would mean a second and equally harsh spanking from Julia herself. Especially egregious misbehavior could result in a third spanking before bedtime. Perhaps Julia could whisper something in the girl’s ear that would put her in a frame of mind more likely to react badly.
“Yes, sir,” Julia responded, and she dragged Sarah by the hand while she marched to the check-in desk. Sarah had already been checked in through the computer system, and her files were already updated. It was a time-honored tradition, however, to submit young charges to the full treatment. The check-in process did much to prepare naughty girls to obey those in authority. Sarah Mathison would graduate as the most perfectly trained submissive in the history of Dragon’s Lair, or Julia would know the reason why.
Sarah didn’t dare to open her mouth, but she dragged her feet and kept her free arm across her breasts. She couldn’t look anyone in the eye, and the waiting room was crammed with patients. The pinch-mouthed check-in nurse glared at Sarah. “Why are you wearing a diaper? Why aren’t you wearing clothes?”
Sarah mewled and tried to hide behind Julia, but her nurse wasn’t having it. “Answer when you’re spoken to, miss.”
Sarah’s red cheeks grew even redder, and she whispered to the ground. “My clothes are in the wash.”
Julia caught Richard staring at the girl, his hand surreptitiously adjusting his pants. He must have seen a few strokes of the strap peeked from under the cloth diaper. “Answer properly right now, or you’ll regret it. Tell Nurse Simpson why you were so naughty this morning that you don’t get to wear your clothes.” In a voice low enough for only Sarah to hear, she gave the girl a hint. “This is your first day, so I’ll tell you what to say. Next time, though, you better answer questions completely the first time. Every adult in the Lair has the authority to punish you, and you’ll get a second dose once we get home. Now tell this nice nurse that you disobeyed your nurse and couldn’t control your bladder.”
Sarah’s teeth chattered as she whispered, “I…I…” She broke off with a pleading look toward Julia, but the grim silence convinced her to continue. “I…” She wanted to die on the spot, but she had a feeling she wouldn’t be that lucky. If she didn’t do what Julia ordered, she would be fortunate to die a quick and painless death. She would play their stupid game, but only to save her skin. Literally. What had Julia told her to say? “I dis—disobeyed my nurse.” The room had gone silent, everyone hanging onto her words. Some clucked in disapproval at her admission. A look from Julia made her go on. Why couldn’t lightning strike her down? Anything would be better than this. “I couldn’t control…I…I wet…” She would take whatever punishment Julia gave her. She couldn’t say it. Not now, not here, not ever.
Across the room, Richard watched in fascination. How could anyone wring obedience from a fresh-caught girl that quickly? While others might see a defiant girl who hadn’t learned her place yet, Richard was full of admiration for Julia’s methods. Any other nurse would have coddled Sarah on her first night. They had a soft spot for the new ones, and they would have tried to get her on their good side. Then, the first moment trouble hit, they’d have to beat the girls until the spankings no longer had any effect. Julia had a rare gift to exercise both cruelty and compassion, and she never wavered from her goal. No other nurse would have dreamed of trying a diaper on the first day, let alone having the girl wearing it publicly. Forcing Sarah to confess to her diaper was pure genius. Nurse Athena sniffed to someone else about “bad behavior,” but neither Julia nor Richard worried. Both knew that allowing this first bad behavior was crucial for the months of long, grueling training ahead. Every time Sarah tried to rebel, Julia would remind her of this first public humiliation.
And tender girls’ souls, unlike their delightful bottoms made especially for spanking, never grew callused or leathery. Julia was honing this shame button to press whenever she needed to bring the girl to heel.
Unaware of Richard’s admiration, Julia put a hand in her pocket. She drew out a small black notebook and opened it to the first page. “Nurse Simpson, may I please have a pen?” She had one of her own, but she enjoyed watching the effect of her request on the girl. Sarah struggled to speak, paralyzed with embarrassment. “Failure to answer questions from Nurse Simpson, even when given a second chance. Do you think that’s ordinary naughtiness for a first day, or does my charge need a demerit?”
The nurses in the room went slack-jawed at the mention of demerits. Julia’s demerits were legendary in the Lair. Even the most grizzled of disciplinarians would give a girl a second chance if he knew a Julia demerit was on the line. No one knew exactly what happened once Julia closed the doors—and it was the one time she ordered Richard to shut off the surveillance cameras—but afterward her girls broke down in hysterical fits when threatened with a demerit in public.
Sarah, blissfully ignorant of the threat to her person, continued to stare at the floor. Nurse Simpson stared at the girl, then looked to Julia for a cue. Julia winked and lifted her head ever so slightly. Understanding, Nurse Simpson nodded and gave her performance in the impromptu theater. Good cop, bad cop. She gasped. “A demerit? Honey child, answer quick before your Nurse gives you one.”
Sarah wanted to ask what a demerit was, but the horrified stares from all of the nurses made her uneasy. She’d been poked and prodded into doing things all morning, and it wasn’t yet eight o’clock. No matter what she did, it was wrong and led to her bottom getting smacked or worse. If she tried to assert herself, she got punished. If she tried to do what she was told, she got punished. Her poor bottom hole had been assaulted in ways she never thought possible, and the wretched piece of metal still stayed inside of her.
Sarah had gone through her share of normal teenage rebellion, but other than that she had never balked at rules. She liked to make people happy, liked to get along with others, and had grown up never wanting for anything. She had nothing in her psyche to prepare herself for this world, and everything had been turned upside down. None of the rules made sense, and no one explained anything to her without treating her like a child. “I don’t want to—“ she began, but Nurse Simpson wagged her finger in the classic “naughty girl” scolding.
“Tell me why you were so naughty that your Nurse had to put you in a diaper on your first day.” Sarah hesitated, and the Nurse Simpson squeezed her hand. “Go on, lovey. I don’t want to see such a nice little girl get a demerit on her very first day.”
It was the touch of kindness that did Sarah in. She threw herself into Julia’s arms, wailing. “I can’t do it! Please don’t get mad at me. I can’t. I can’t, I can’t do it, I swear I can’t.”
