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Chapter 4: New Apprentice
Saphira was let into another room. It seemed right away to be a more than impressive lab of some sort.
Large and very well lit shelves lined the walls, and on the tables there were various chemical
apparatuses, many of which were bubbling and simmering along. Saphira recognized several of the
animal based ingredients and even guessed at some of what was cooking, but not all. The room didn’t
seem to be a cave. At the very least if they were still under ground they put up internal walls to hide
that fact.
“Ah is the more, compliant, one” Thyra said, turning Saphira’s attention to where the short woman was.
She was sitting on a stool at one of the tables twiddling with some dials on an alembic, making some
sort of potion.
“Hello” Saphira said. gritting her teeth before finishing with, “Mistress”
“Ah good. No back talk.” Thyra stood and trotted over, “Definitely a good starting attitude for my
newest apprentice.”
“Your what!” Saphira blurted, “You… me… this… “
“Surprised?” Thyra asked, “It’s a win for both of is if you obey. I intend to use your body’s fluids for my
potions one way or the other, so giving willingly is better than fighting, and being my apprentice, and
actually helping with the work itself will buy you more freedoms.”
“You you do intend to… like you did before.”
“Have red harvest your vaginal secretions? If I have to I will, or you could be good and squirt some into
a jar once a day. I’ll even give you an aphrodisiac to make you more productive if you have a hard time.”
Saphira sighed, “And if I don’t want to then you’ll have me held down and fingered till I cum anyway.”
“More or less” Thyra said matter of factly.
“And if I obey you… Will you give me clothes?”
“Oh no”
“What why not?” Saphira growled
Thyra held up a hand, “Firstly, while I’m glad you’re considering obeying, don’t make that noise to me
again, and second the underground is warm enough to not need them, so you’ll find clothing is almost
only a status symbol. Even those that AREN’T property like you often go without just because there’s
little point. You though, you have no status, so can’t have anyone mistaking you for a free citizen, yet.
“Right…” Saphira gritted her teeth and looked away.
“Better than being in a cage like your friend. at least”
“How long will she be in there?”
“Till she decides to obey. Or she pays off her dept from inside the cage. Now come over here.”
What followed was a surprisingly in-depth course on the lab. How different equipment works, and how
to practice proper safety. Saphira learned to work the basic equipment and learned that she WOULD be
given an apron when working on anything dangerous, but was only to wear it in the lab itself, not
outside. It wasn’t long at all before Saphira felt like her head was expanding with the new info. Thyra
wasn’t kidding about apprenticing her, and it was hours before they were done.
“Ugh. I feel like my head is going to burst” Saphira said rubbing her temples, the info dump had been
hard to absorb, but she had at least tried her best, not wanting to have an excuse to be punished.
Thyra huffed, “I suppose you’ve earned a break, here” she said handing Saphira a jar, “See if you can fill
it to the line before it gets too late.”
Saphira blushed taking the jar, knowing what it was for. She was lead out by Red and taken to what
seemed like a dormitory of some sort. Several bunk beds filled a small room, some looked unused and
others like they had been slept in.
“Guess this is were I sleep, huh Red?” Saphira asked.
“It is. Also, my name is Amaryl. Mistress calls me red since. well the obvious.”
“Oh. ok, Amaryl, uh nice to meet you. Too bad its in… well in this place.”
“Ya. I’ve been here awhile.” Amaryl explained how she and her friend had gotten themselves enslaved.
They had kidnapped some Kobolds and sold them off, and others had come for revenge, leading them
here. “Mistress doesn’t even talk about us ‘paying off a debt’ I’m pretty sure for us this is permanent.”
Saphira slowly absorbed the info, “Do you think…”
“Before you ask too many more questions, you should probably start masturbating already. Get that jar
as full as you can if you don’t want aphrodisiac treatments.”
“I don’t suppose there’s privacy”
No luck on that front, though Saphira positioned herself beside one of the bunks, so she wasn’t totally
visible at least and crouched over the jar. She slid a finger into herself and began to rub.
“This is soo messed up” Saphira gasped between rubs as she started to drip into the jar.
“Just remind yourself it could be worse I guess” Amaryl said from her position lying on a bed and staring
up, “Dahlia, er, green, is probably off getting milked right now.”
“Milked? how does she even… oh my”
“Mistress had her impregnated, and has had her milked regularly ever since. Same would have
happened to me if I wasn’t already infertile before coming here.”
“What happened to the kid”
“Not a kid. at least not a normal one”
Saphira didn’t want to ask, but couldn’t stop herself, “What does that mean?”
Amaryl sighed, “Mistress dosed Dahlia up with fertility drugs to make her, well basically make her fertile
with anything, not just her own species’ males. and then bred her with… things. I have no idea what it
was but I think that mistress is trying to make a more controllable hybrid of it.
“Fuck” Saphira cursed and shook her head The idea of being forcibly impregnated against her will
sounded awful, but to have it be done by some nameless beast made the notion so , SO much worse.
“Think that will happen to us?”
“Depends on if she thinks your species might make useful milk, or be useful for breeding.”
“I’m a Kitsune and my friend is a sergal…”
“Two rarities? Well, you two are fucked… literally.”
Saphira groaned and tried to put it out of her mind. Instead focusing on her current job. Fingering
herself till she had squirted enough liquid to fill a jar.