Respect
Even spending most of my time each night between people's legs, and as the resident tongue in the back-room, the general consensus held that my cunnilingual skills with women and female-presenting dalsur were far below par, especially compared to my flair for sucking cock, and I was exciting patrons more with my complete helplessness and perpetual state of arousal than my actual technique.
Of course I knew this, it's that precise inexperience which had gotten me into this mess, but it still hurt to hear every other night.
"Freya's sake! This slut has a lead tongue!"
"Come on, you used to have one of these, didn't that teach you anything?"
"It's useless, she's fucking crying down there."
The taste was disgusting, but I was trying, I really was! It all came to a head one morning (or whenever our morning really was down here), when I was just starting to lick up my bitter breakfast, ready for my cock to grow under me and distract me for the rest of the day. By now I knew not to try to get off or I'd get turned over, and there was no way for me to finish my meal like that, but it was so tempting, I swear I moved my hips but an inch and Alyal's toes were turning me over so I could grimace at the cold concrete on my back and look up at the scarred matron dalsur.
Alyal had grown less cruel with me over the weeks, even discarding the dog collar, but no less strict. Unlike the other dalsur with two good feet, deft enough to clean themselves, eat, apply makeup; I was dead weight having to be cared for all the time, meaning my servitude every night had to make up for the cost of keeping me. Anything more than the absolute minimum to keep me appeasing to the clientele was usually left undone. Hair was growing around my cock and balls in a curly white bush now, and I could see tufts where my armpits should've been, and yet I could do nothing to make myself more presentable. It had taken a complaint for Aian to even add brushing my teeth to our morning routine, which he did quickly and roughly, like most things.
One of these 'extra' tasks was harem training. Alyal had always said she wanted to make me the sluttiest little toy in the whole place, but usually she would see me pitifully waiting for whatever trial was in store next, and usually lose interest. My lack of enthusiasm in my new lot in life was hardly a turn on. This had become enough of a problem that today was different, though.
She kicked away my dogbowl and squatted down over my face so I could see the pussy which had sealed my fate in this new life. "Do you even know what this is anymore? I'm hearing whispers you don't know it up or down."
I stammered out, "I'm trying, Miss Alyal." but the matron Dalsur got down on her knees above me and lowered her hips saying, "That's not nearly enough, princess. You're going to get me off or you're out, you're done. We'll leave you where the street urchins can find and use what's left of you.”
So fearfully I licked, on my back helpless as her hips smothered me, pinned my head in place, I licked and sucked and tried my best. And eventually she began my training, telling me what was good, what I should stop immediately, what needed work. It was never ‘nice’ but it did help, and I did begin to hear her pant in between instructions, but I just couldn't get her over the edge and our little training session became a chore after a short while. After twenty or thirty minutes she stood up, visibly frustrated, put her foot on me, likely about to seal my fate, before thinking twice and announcing to the rest of the room, "Who here can actually finish me off?" and stomping off to Kyla's bed. I had survived another failure but I knew I was on last legs…or maybe that wasn't the best wording.
After that day we began our routine, her flipping me over just before I could lap up my breakfast and squatting her pussy onto my face to give me a taste of something else. There I would languish under her, wishing only to eat and get on with the night, but I would listen and do what I was told, as I had for my whole life. It took me another two days to finally get her off, and I can't even say that was totally chalked up to my tongue.
She had started off backwards that morning, and it's as if she knew I was closing my eyes when she barked, "Open it, look at my ass, this is your proper place, on the ground under it, under me, and don't forget it. I want to actually cum this time and you better keep your eyes open and trained on my fucking nethers or else."
I thought twice about it (how would she know?) but realized with a glance that I was being watched by a couple of the others sitting on their nice beds, edging with heels pressed into their pussies, who would definitely tattle on me without a doubt. So I gave in, training my eyes on her rear hole so close, perfectly clean just like mine due to eating simple slelf-food all our lives, but still the dirtiest place on a body. It was degrading, but what wasn't these days?
It was a few minutes later, licking and twirling away to Miss Alyal's panting instructions when she muttered, "...and what do we have here?" before I felt her bend down and swirl her tongue across the head of my growing cock, the one I hadn’t noticed getting harder by the minute. I didn’t dare stop, Alyal had made sure I understood that was an unforgivable offence, but this was wrong, so wrong! I wasn’t turned on, I couldn’t be, not like this! Not without eating a single bite of our tainted food. But just like a man, I was an open book, and Alyal could tell I finally enjoyed this. But I couldn’t be enjoying this, not this kind of treatment? And yet with another little suck on my swollen cock I knew I must enjoy something about being completely trapped under my mistress’s body, as I ceased questioning how good that felt.
“Now we can get this party started.” she said, pressing her hips harder into my face, making my struggle for air even more difficult, thinking I would like fighting for my life as I lapped up her juices. She loved this, I could tell, and as if to encourage me she kept sucking me off every so often, an amazing sensation I had never felt before, but she never blew me long enough to get me off. That was my job. But try as I might, I think the very idea of me being even the slightest bit as depraved and masochistic as my matron sister had sent her to another level, because I found I was not struggling anymore, she was suddenly receptive to every tiny flick of my tongue, and the instructions became more breathy and panting until they ceased altogether, and as her thighs tensed around my cheeks I heard her cry out like she had with any one of her playmates in the back-room dozens of times before!
A short while later, after a sigh, she finally shifted her weight onto her knees and gave me a break.
I was left panting myself, exhausted from my performance, only to look down between her legs at my cock on the other side. Why? Why get turned on now? I hadn't even had breakfast yet. But Alyal was shifting again, getting onto her feet.
"You're not hopeless, elf-boy!” she said, dragging her toes across the length of my betrayer, a simple tease before flipping me back to eat my food and walking off.
By two weeks later I knew every fold of her pussy, and could send her to heaven within minutes, though I rarely did. Making her cum was simple work now, so my lessons instead focused on controlling that pleasure, doling it out in waves to provoke only the most powerful and ravaging of orgasms. The patrons eventually learned that times had changed when it came to the resident freakshow, so between my lessons, my time in the lounge, and then being used by my sister's until late into the night, my mouth became the busiest hole in the cellar.
One night, Alyal came back for seconds as I hung there in my harness, it's leather biting into my ass with much of my weight pressing down there where my cunt used to be. Oh how I missed my pussy, but perhaps not with these straps cutting into my taint like they were. Anyways, she ended up last in line, and that in and of itself was strange, as she was matron, she could have just butt in whenever she damn well pleased. Looking up I saw her hungry eyes, and looking down she saw my cock sticking straight out between her legs. We both knew the aphrodisiac had worn off by now, and that made her almost drip in desire, to know this degenerate dalsur's hard-on was real. Like all the rest, she pushed her hips into my face until my back was pressed against the cold wall, but I hardly noticed that anymore. I wiggled my hips as I settled into my routine that I knew would bring her satisfaction fast so she could sleep sooner.
But without a word she simply let her calves run against my cock, lightly, teasing me. A muffled, "ank ou, Mithreth." came from my mouth as I slowed, and as I did, as I let her savor my tongue swirling about her clit, I felt her lift a leg and then her foot press my spear harder into her calf. I swear she was rubbing me off so good I could almost feel the scars on her skin, each stripe from that accursed blade.
I moaned and she pressed harder, my head painfully digging into the chain behind it but I didn't care. As I licked she stroked me like a stork on one foot, and I became closer and closer, trying my best to hold on. It was almost like a rematch, finally now that it was fair between her and I, a rematch of Elias' and Yusso's original challenge.
Demons, I had really known nothing then, I could see that now. How could Elias have done this to me? To his prized toy? I was only the best for him, irreplaceable, and now all I could do was this… lick, lick, swirl, suck, lick. Alyal came with a tiny squirt in my face, and her desperate stroking at the last moments of ecstasy blew my load too, making me flex and squirm at the end of my chain in pure pleasure as my very-blue balls finally released, spurting all over her foot and the floor.
I realized then that in our informal rematch, I had won. We had finished each other but I had held on until after her. I had given my all and won in the dark of this cellar, a toy hanging from this chain, damaged beyond repair and fixing nothing, but I had won.
Even though I half-expected her to wake up a handler to unchain me and make me lick up my cum off her and the cold concrete floor like my few wet dreams she only looked down, nodded, and went to bed, wiping her foot on a cloth by the wash-basin.
I was left there in the cool air, still in purgatory.
Discarded
It took over a year, a year in that hole underground for Yusso to finally get rid of me like he had long threatened to. It wasn't like I could keep track of the days, but Alyal had been given one birthday night just after my arrival, and then another, and that second depraved affair was hard to forget. On such a night all of us were free to use, it was a complete and utter orgy, all as long as Alyal, bound and gagged as she was, could ride the sybian. I remember being spit-roasted between two men filling my ass and mouth, the one in front making me choke and the one behind fucking me deep enough to almost make me cum, a revelation of my male physiology I had only just discovered.
Treated like that, I remember little of that night, as we were all given triple-doses of our additive, but I do remember seeing Alyal, a ring-gagged wreck on that vibrating mount, holding on for dear life as Yusso taunted her, fucked her mouth, flogged her, cut at her skin; making her squeal out in glee every time. I didn't understand my Mistress, couldn't fathom that level of depravity, of pure masochism, but now that I was her main plaything, her loyal pet, I enjoyed seeing her happy, and there was nothing that made her cum harder than Yusso retrieving the tainted blade and giving her a good long cut across the thigh, her watching it stitch itself back up imperfectly, a pink line added to the gallery of pain tallied across her skin, and then letting herself go to the vibration of the mount between her legs.
That night he carried her into the back-room himself, and having been deposited on my chain in the corner, all the other girls drunk, fucked, and unconscious, I heard him put her in bed and sing a lullaby for her, something old and elven, something only meant for her. Even with my still-erect cock rubbing harshly against the brick as I spun slowly, I dared not shift nor twist on my chain, nothing to break the moment, but he did say something in the Common Language, something I could understand.
“Happy 140th my sweet. It has been a good life with you and I beg the Demons to let our little charade continue. That was a hell of a party, no? I saw four men touching you in the middle there, pushing you down harder.”
Alyal was weak and tired, I couldn't make her response out across the chamber.
“No no we didn't have such deviant machines in Empyres back then, I don’t even think it had been invented yet. Alyal, what is it?”
I wished to hear more but she whispered lower than him.
“I mean it is your birthday, of course I would...”
“...”
“What do you mean? It was but two months ago you said she was your new favorite.”
“...”
“Fine, she’ll be gone in a few days, damn shame our little project was a failure, but it's not like we paid for her, so nothing lost I guess. I do wonder how she’ll fare on the streets though...”
I can’t say I slept that night, terrified as I was of my future. But I wasn’t just terrified, I felt betrayed, for over the last several months Alyal and I had become close, at first seemingly just a mentor and mentee, before one night after the patrons were gone and the doors closed, she told Aian to deposit me in her bed instead of on my chain. That night I didn't feel used, I slept like a baby, tiny next to her warm body, our shoulders touching as we kissed. Neither of us missed arms to hold each other close, for we’d never had any, but I was elated to feel her calf pressing into the small of my back, bringing me closer, pressing my firm cock into her hips, as our tongues entwined and she bit my lip.
We didn't spend many nights together, maybe once a week or so, whenever the prickly dalsur was feeling a bit softer. But now that my cock responded so readily to her teasing, she gave herself the treat of fucking me properly, filling her pussy every so often, and I think our training sessions were far from necessary at this point.
I had noticed her growing distant the past month, but it was difficult to ask her why. I was effectively her bed-warmer, her toy, not her partner, and between the complete lack of privacy in the back-room and our busy schedule in the lounge, there was little time. But for her to just throw me away? Again, after Elias? That was cold.
Yusso informed me two days later, having me lain out on the glass table I was cut apart on, when he invited a dalsur appraiser from the state of Ondora to visit before the cellar doors opened for the night. Of course I knew not to speak directly to such a man, it was one of the many rules we had learned in state school, and doing so had rarely turned out well for any dalsur who tried, but Yusso had fitted on my shock collar just in case.
"She's quite damaged, isn't she? I can't even tell she used to be top-grade. And so young too, born in 2479?" the gaunt man leered, assessing every part of me with his hands. He brought with him memories of worry and uncertainty before my purchase by the Morrisset estate.
"Aye, well we found her like that," he lied, ignoring my glare, "I'm just wondering if there are any parties in Ondora interested in such a thing."
"Well that's good," the appraiser eyed him, "because to make such modifications without a proper permit would be highly illegal, and a permit would never be granted for such… harsh treatment." His eyes glanced at my ear, my eye, my hips. His cold hands lifted my cock to see if any of my pussy was left, and within moments I was growing hard again, this tantalizing appendage forever out of my reach, while I blushed silently at him.
"Don't worry, dear. The last dalsur I certified had thirteen or fourteen in total after bathing in a Freyanese Fountain a few years back, and hers never soften, even the one that replaced her tongue." I shivered in fear on that cold glass table, I couldn't imagine. The appraiser turned back to Yusso, "This one is quick to respond. Haska root in her slelf-food like the others?"
"You know me." Yusso joked, hands up.
"I do," The man confirmed stoically, “and I also know its too commonplace to even report, but that stuff is illegal for a reason. The protein builds up in their bodies, permanently, especially a small one like this.”
“Oh no, I had no idea!” Yusso laughed, and the appraiser barely hid his distaste.
I looked at both of them, aghast at how Yusso had taken even my handle over my own desires. This wasn’t me? I had begun to think I wanted this, deep down, as had many of the others, as had Alyal! This meant I wasn’t actually the slut they had wanted me to become, or was I? Was the damage done?
"Well I've seen enough to say no one in their right mind would invest in such a girl. Perhaps if her face were unmarred, or her breasts a little more engaging, or if she were fully female, because I have plenty of requests for limbless dalsur, but not one as damaged as this, nor one who has been passed around as much as she undoubtedly has." And to my horror he began to pack his things. He was calling me worthless, officially worthless!
Yusso was not disappointed, indeed he was grinning the same way he had on my darkest night. "Well that's good to know, regardless, I don't even have her ownership papers, so I won’t go to the trouble of procuring fake ones.”
I couldn’t believe this evil elf was so blatantly flaunting his lawlessness in front of an officer of the state, but here we were. Yusso must have held more strings than I thought. “Hey, can I borrow your stray brander?"
I yelped, biting down and squirming from the pain in my throat, and the trader stopped, glancing at me then Yusso. "You wish to disown her? That's highly unusual. I… I haven't strayed a dalsur in years. I must say, under the state trading laws she is much too disfigured to just abandon." He could see what was happening, he could see through Yusso's lies, he knew what this monster had done, he had to help me!
"Well, as her legal guardian already abandoned her without sale, and I have at no point agreed to legal responsibility, I'd say we are in a grey area."
Aian walked up with a brown paper bundle of something and placed it in the appraiser's half-packed bag, to which he only glanced. "It seems we are…"
I remember screaming, twisting, the sting of the collar, I remember being flipped over, but all that pales in comparison to Yusso pressing that electric brand into my left ass cheek, giving me the seal of a free and unowned dalsur, a slave with no table to return to, no bed or chain to call home, no real collar. That wicked elf enjoyed his last chance to mar my skin, before the element had cooled, the appraiser had left, and my tiny body was unceremoniously thrown in a duffel bag.
Out of the Alley
I awoke as one of Yusso's men opened the trunk of whatever car I was in, lifted me up, carried me for a bit, and then dropped me painfully on something hard. Concrete but not quite, maybe some cardboard. I heard one of them say, "Good riddance." before the doors shut and they sped off. I tried to call after them, "Please don't leave me here!" but my collar shocked me again, and I bit my tongue in the process.
Unable to call out, I laid there for a while in the dark of the bag, feeling the wet cardboard soak through against my back, beginning to smell not just the dank stillwater but the piss of the city streets. I clearly remembered the night I had strode down that alleyway with Elias pulling me along, and wondered… if I hadn't worn those sandals, if I had just gotten my soles a little dirty in those puddles, I might not be bathing in them now. Maybe, just maybe I would still be in my Master's bed up in the heights.
But I knew that was bullshit. Elias had been just as bad as Yusso, I just hadn't seen it. I hadn't failed him, or myself, the bastard had thrown me into the meat grinder without a care, like a thing, like property. He probably had another dalsur by now in his bed, another 18-year-old Class A dalsur, coating her skin in fine oils and elixirs with not a care in the world. I just hoped he had learned his lesson and she wouldn't suffer the same fate as I had.
But I wasn't property anymore. The stinging red welt on my ass said so, I was worthless, useless, no one wanted me, so here I was, my own owner. It felt so wrong. When I was in school they had told me, “Dalsur are treasured pets. Just be a good girl and you'll be cared for as long as you live.” And maybe if my chest had been flatter, or I had been a hermaphrodite, or my face hadn't been so attractive, I would've been a simple toy for a simple family. But instead I had been sold to a man who had nothing to do but piss, fuck, and gamble.
It wasn't me! I burst into tears. It wasn't my fault, I had been good, entrapped in this life I had been dealt a bad hand. The worst hand. But I had been good. And still I had been abandoned twice, three times. I was free and unowned, the nightmare of any dalsur, never mind a limbless one, unable to care for herself or make her own way through the world.
After all this, I just cried and cried, trapped inside.
But at some point the sun crept up past the edge of the high-rises, exposing the alley, and shining on my black bag. And it began to heat up. Getting parched, I had to think, I was lying in some alleyway in downtown Ondora, limbless, bound in a leather sex-harness inside an overheating duffel without toes to pull a zipper, without a voice to call out to the nearest street. I heard cars, the incessant honking of the inner city, but not much more. I didn't want to be found like this. It was too suggestive, anyone could take me again, use me and then who knows? I shuddered at the thought.
I looked at the rays of light coming through the coarse nylon, illuminating the zipper from the inside. Maybe. I tried with my teeth, my nose, anything. I was beginning to suffocate, to overheat, I needed air, pulling the tabless side of the pulley down slowly, my hips flexing reflexively as I imagined how easy this would’ve been with my feet.
Finally I saw light, I nuzzled my nose harder, pushing the zipper down tooth by tooth, exposing most of my dusky face, my matted, shaggy, silver hair to the sun. The sun! Arced deep into the afternoon cutting right down the alley. I hadn't felt it's warmth for more than a year, and my eyes hurt from the light, blinded, but what didn't hurt these days? In my one good eye, I saw the raw backsides of two buildings, a dumpster, a rain barrel, trash, condoms, and a pile of flattened cardboard I was currently dumped on; it must have been someone's filthy, piss-soaked bed… mine for now.
And then I heard footsteps I hadn't noticed while struggling, while the bag rustled against my pointy ears. Multiple pairs of footsteps getting closer. I tried to hide, pulling my face back inside the sweltering bag, but in doing so they noticed the bag moving.
"Hey man, what’s that?" A young man's voice slurred as the clinking of a bottle echoed down the alley.
“Fuck if I know, someone’s mutt probably had a litter, it’s not our problem. Ojask’s is right down here and happy hour is almost over.” This one was older, gruffer.
I held my breath, stilled my body, but it was no use, only a second later my bag was pulled open simply and easily by two dirty hands, and I looked up in fright at a shocked face covered in paint and drywall dust, these guys were construction workers or something, and from his breath in my face they were half-buzzed already.
“Whoa, is that… is that a dalsur? It’s so tiny.” The younger asked, before a bigger, bearded guy peeked over, both of their eyes wide, hungry.
“Great demonic shit, I think so. What are you doing back here?” the other asked, but I couldn't answer due to the plastic shockbox strapped to my throat.
“Hmmm, you know I heard these elf-girls will fuck anytime, like do anything you say, they dont even wear clothes.” I began to grow more uncomfortable as the sun passed over the sliver of alley, casting it in shade again.
“Yeah the client for this job is from Waoi, they get off on that slave shit, they say he has one for each home across Assiah.”
“Lucky bastard.”
“But look, this one’s all fucked up, it doesn’t even have legs, it can't do much of anything. And look at its eye! No wonder it was thrown out, dark elf trash.”
I couldn't take this, I tried to wriggle, to turn over, to get away. Nothing happened. The zipper continued open and the young one lifted me up high off the ground, holding onto the leather harness I still wore, Yusso’s parting gift.I called out, only to feel a severe bite at my neck again from the electrical contacts. This was my worst nightmare.
“Oh fuck, dude, no pussy.” the older one said, eyes on my crotch in disgust.
“Yeah you're right, not worth taking home, I’m not into that free-love, Freyan shit.” The younger one said, and for a moment there I thought it might turn out okay.
I looked at the two dirty men through tears now, pleading silently, mouthing, “Please just put me back…”
“But I mean, we can make do, all that's left of it is a couple holes anyways. Let's say we have a good time… then put it out of its misery.” the younger one stated simply, and my heart sank, bottomed out, eyes bawling in silent protestations, which just looked like useless squirming. Of course he easily held me just by the handle between my shoulders, walked me over like a piece of luggage and plopped my body face-down on the plastic lid of the rain barrel, cold on my flat chest as they bickered.
“You dont wanna--”
“I’m not an idiot, I saw her teeth, I’m using the back, then you can have a go.”
“Now boy, I’m not into sloppy seconds, I’ve got seniority!”
“Fuck that! I found it.”
“We wouldn’t even be crossing this alley if I wasn’t your key into this pub--- Hey who the fuck are you? It’s our’s!”
I looked behind on my blurry side and saw a big man, a shadow, coming closer, oh fuck! This was it, I was going to die by either their hands, or this monster, probably a terrifying transformee whose bed I had been plopped on. I heard two hard hits and a lot of grunts and yelling behind me, while I squirmed and moved inconsequentially, trying… well I don’t know what I was trying, it was a flight reflex, but after a couple attempts at moving I felt the weak plastic lid buckle under me and I was submerged in ice cold water.
I tried not to gasp, and as I felt my nethers fall past the waterline, trying to reach out with my missing legs to pull myself out, I realized this was it, I was totally submerged and not coming back up for air, I was going to die here. I felt the half-lung of breath in me slowly toxify as my blood became useless, depleted. And just as I exhaled, ready for the cruel water to enter my lungs, I felt a hand on my harness pull me up roughly, only to see the face of… JAK!
“Ysrii! Are you okay?” he asked, holding my cold, wet, naked body close to his burly chest in a warm, life-giving embrace.
I couldn’t believe it was really him! “Jak, I… I… I thought you were dead! I thought Yusso ‘dealt with’ you!”
“Oh he tried, but he hired me for a reason, I managed those two easily.” I thought about this, how unhappy Yusso had been as he held me in his lap the next night following Jak’s disposal, and I looked over his shoulder at the two men on the ground who had moments ago been trying to use me-- no, to rape me, I was a free dalsur now, I never wanted to be ‘used’ again. They were still alive but bloodied and unconscious. He had done just enough, and we started to walk away, out of the alley.
I pressed my cheek into Jak’s shoulder and looked up at him, tears of joy cascading as my silver hair dripped into his shirt, “How did you even find me?”
He looked pensive then said curtly, “Alyal…” and it all made sense. She hadn’t abandoned me. “I received a note saying she had convinced him to get rid of you, that you weren’t meant for her kind of life, and a list of her guesses where Aian and the others would dump you. We’re right behind another dalsur club in the Red Light, easy enough to pawn it off as their responsibility, their mistake if you were found by the police. I’m just…” Jak’s voice broke a bit, and I remembered how soft he was inside of that imposing shell, before I craned my neck over to kiss him on the cheek.
“You found me just in time, her plan worked. I’m okay.”
He stopped next to a car,his car, people walking by, staring at the muscled man holding a tiny limbless dalsur in his arms, dripping, naked; but he didn’t care, he looked right at me, right in my eyes. “Are you okay, though?”
I thought about what had just happened, how close I had just come to my end, the abuse I had faced over the past year and a half, even longer without even knowing it, but I also felt Jak’s caring hold around me, met his worried gaze, and said,
“I will be.”
Epilogue
I laid on the changing table Jak had picked up the week before, face down on the padded top, feeling a sting on my ass.
"Sorry sorry." His meaty hands were slipping on the bandage over my stray brand. It had been nearly a month living with Jak, and the burn wasn't hurting anymore to sit on, so I had asked him to take it off to get some air. He finally ripped it off and I gasped.
"Show me, please. I want to see it." Jak looked at me quizzically before picking me up and heading to his bathroom. I just settled my cheek on his shoulder. I still wasn't over just how good it felt to be held by him, it was nothing like the bite of leather when someone had grabbed my handle.
"You need a shave," I said, looking at his jawline.
"So do you," he eyed me playfully, his hand tickling at the tuft under where an arm should have been. He had one of those manly faces that didn't really smile but just became mirthful and lighter.
"You know I used to shave myself." I let him think about the mechanics of that for a second. "If you put a razor in my mouth maybe I could shave you too."
Now he really chuckled, "Oh I don't think that would turn out too well."
Setting me down on the cold countertop facing away from the mirror, he carefully leaned me over so I could peek over my shoulder at my uneven buttocks, and there it was, an ugly red circle on my dusky skin, with an X in the center. It wasn't unlike Alyal's two runaway R's stamped into her thigh, but this was different. This was my proof of freedom.
We had tried to get in touch with Alyal, Jak sending a message to his contact still working in the Cellar, but we didn't hear anything back and were told not to try again or else risk Yusso's ire. I sometimes wondered what Yusso would do if he knew, but Jak was sure we were safe. He had made enough of an impression on his way out, and besides, he had an honest job now as a hospital orderly.
"Does it still hurt?"
"Not really, a little sensitive, but it will fade, just like the rest."
He leaned into the counter and almost caught my junk against the edge, stopping as I winced. "I told you, we need to get you some underwear, some real clothes."
Looking down at my soft cock twitching down there, I shook my head, "Jak, dalsur don't wear clothes, that's human nonsense, even that awful harness was more than I could take." I peeked back at the mirror again, looking at the pattern of rashes that were finally fading from a year of wearing that rough leather, following the lines to my neck, at the shaggy silver hair growing longer once again, and down to my shoulder, which I shrugged up and down, "You're right, I do need to shave. It never came in this thick before."
I was set on the toilet as Jak got the hint and drew a bath, pulling out one of his razors, "You're not a slave anymore, Ysrii, you can wear what you like."
This made me look down at my empty hips, the bush that hugged my penis. "Maybe you're right, but it wouldn't feel natural."
Jak picked me up and put me in the warm water, only a few inches deep in case I fell over, and pulled off his shirt so it wouldn't get wet, as if I could splash him or something. He was so silly sometimes. He began to wash me down with a washcloth and I sighed, contented, while watching this muscled man lather me up and pay every bit of his attention to me. Soon I began to grow hard, my cock awakening and standing proud off my hips in the tepid water, as it still did at the slightest provocation. The appraiser had been right, the effects were permanent, I wasn't as sex-crazed as when eating the slelf and haska mix every morning, but I found myself always close, always ready, and morning wood was a certainty, which Jak hadn't grown used to yet.
And sure enough, Jak avoided touching or looking at it, shaving my armpits and washing the stubble away. He went to shave below but grew apprehensive. He hadn't touched me sexually since my rescue from that alleyway, from those men. Washing the urine and sweat off me that first night, when I had still been shaken and distraught, he had been a little shocked when I grew erect just from his touch, and I had been so embarrassed I just froze up. But for him to still be as apprehensive weeks later, after we had grown to know each other, after he had crafted a place in his home for me, after I had stained his shirt with tears for nights on end… I realized that for the first time in my life I had to take the lead.
"Jak, why do you think I'm here in your bath?" I said softly, and he puzzled, paused.
"What do you mean?"
"You just said I'm not a slave anymore. I could be anywhere. You saved my life but you don't owe anything to me, you're not my owner."
He thought for a second then took a cup of bathwater and poured it over my head as he had so many times before. He was avoiding my gaze, my good eye and bad too, as he got the shampoo. "You can't take care of yourself, Yusso took everything from you..."
"Listen, I wouldn't call this body he left me with a young girl's dream, and I can only imagine how expensive and risky it would be to reverse what his potions did. You saw what I was when I walked in that first night, beautiful but just… naive. But this is me now, and you've been my arms and legs for weeks. I could ask you to take me down to the shelter or drive me to a stray commune in the countryside to live with other dalsur, and I know you would do it, cause you're a good man."
He finally met my gaze, "I don't want that."
And I replied, "I know. It's not duty or ownership when I fall asleep against your chest and feel you kiss my forehead."
He stopped, "I thought you were asleep…"
"I was. And I slept soundly and fully for the first time in a year, I felt safe with you, and not safe like property locked away in a lavish room up in the hills, safe like I felt for that one moment every night seeing someone who cared for me in that hole. I love you, Jak." I held my breath.
"I love you too." He said without a hitch in his breath.
Limbless as I was, I couldn't hook my heel around his neck and pull his lips toward mine as I dearly wanted to, so I just said, bursting with newfound confidence, "Then touch me like you do!"
And before I could take a breath, his lips were on mine, kissing this damaged elf and making her feel whole again. He wrapped one arm around my shoulders and another under my rear and cradled me, not even drying me off before picking me up and walking to the bed, falling in with me, making me giggle. His lips caressed my neck, my shoulders, and his hands explored all of me in affectionate ways I had never felt before as whoever's fucktoy… except for my flagpole far below twitching in need. I knew he was straight, I knew he probably didn't expect to make love with a girl like me; but after a year of being used every way imaginable and being the tool for others' needs, I was finally ready to say what I needed when he just… knew.
He flipped me and pulled my whip-scarred back against his broad chest and his hand cradled my cock firmly, stroking me up and down, favoring the underside and every now and then grazing the tip. I closed my eyes and moaned, remembering that I didn't have to hold on anymore, to submit wasn't a failure. I gazed down at the straining, tenting against his pants… oh I would get to that later, I was trained well. I moaned out, "I was… ah… hoping you would know what to do with this thing." He was a man, of course he knew how to pull one off.
His other hand massaged where my tit used to be, only a slight mound left, it was as if he knew it was still just as tender as it used to be, pinching my nipples just a bit, his hot breath coursing over my neck. I could tell how much he was enjoying this. I bucked my tiny body in his arms as I came hard, a sudden spurt of cum overflowing onto his hand. After I moment I looked back, my ear almost poking his eye out because of my hazy eye, we laughed and then I asked him to undo his belt and use me well.