Chapters Ysrii the Dalsur Chapter 2
Please note, this story includes themes of violence, sadism, and abuse not shown on-screen in my previous works.
The back of the club transformed as if by magic, but complex machinery was more likely, beyond my knowledge, with lounging areas widening and an open central space being created, upon which thin mats were rolled out and Alyal and I were led: her willingly, confidently, and I roughly by Yusso holding my leash while I silently begged my legs to just run out of this place. But Alyal’s runaway brands were not to be scoffed at, two red rings on her ass, and the idea was a non-starter. I was a dalsur, and dalsur serve. From sea to everstorming sea, dalsur serve.
Two of Yusso’s men brought out Sybian mounts, intimidating devices I had only seen pictures of, but the boss just clicked his tongue and they were put away again. “No, no, this isn’t any other night! We need something to show who indeed is the better slave, bring the belts!”
Alyal and I were quickly wrapped in tight leather waist belts, simple but studded with D-rings, by henchmen who let their hands wander quite liberally, causing me to grow quiet and shy and tense between my legs. The belt didn’t actually restrain me like Master’s toys did in the bedroom though, so what was the purpose of this? Throughout it all, Alyal just smiled seductively at me, giving incredulous looks to Yusso, as if the two of them could speak without uttering a sound. She was much older than I and it seemed they had a history. What was I missing here? I looked to Master Elias but he was too busy ordering another drink, his hand on the young serving girl’s ass.
“Come on, princess, what are you waiting for?” Alyal called from the padded ground before I was forcibly brought to my knees and then laid down in a sixty nine position with her, the sandals that separated me from the lower dalsur classes summarily taken off and thrown aside, my collar clipped to her waistbelt and hers to mine. With the smell of her sex defining my every breath, and entirely unable to pull my face away from her pussy, I finally realized what was happening, just before the room went quiet and Yusso yelled, “BEGIN!!”
Her tongue, oh Freya! The very tip of it swirled in ways I had never even imagined, teasing my clit over and over, sucking just a bit! I closed my eyes and sighed… before I remembered I couldn’t cum yet! I couldn’t let myself cum first!
“Come on, Ysrii!” Master called out, before I heard whirring behind me and then felt a vibe on my pussy for just a moment; Yusso’s men roaming like referees with teasing wands as we squirmed on the ground for the crowd to see, no arms to unclip ourselves. I felt debased, exposed, and out of my element in every way.
Master had reserved me early on in my schooling – us Class A slaves up for pre-order as we were – so in his custom curriculum I had been trained primarily in giving male pleasure, but with my wits quickly leaving me I searched for any shred of the few female service classes I did actually take. It was no use: Alyal had the skin of a human in her early thirties, but that could mean fifty or more in elven years, and every one of those sun cycles since eighteen could have been spent licking pussy, unlike me who knew nothing about pleasuring the battered and pierced crotch in front of me. Disgusting, I wanted nothing to do with this harem-whore’s well-used snatch, but her tongue, oh dear, I was going to cum! The crowd was now in a furor as they undoubtedly saw my feet flexing in pleasure just moments into the match.
I could hear Yusso’s voice through the crowd, “An innocent peach, it seems, Mr. Morrisset, you haven’t sent a needy girl into the ring have you? Look at her in the throes!”
Master’s nervous silence was telling. While I did love his cock inside me, his size and lack of rhythm rarely sent me over the edge. For that I had my right heel, a blunt instrument surely, but it got the job done, pressed into my mons while I moved my hips just ever so— don’t think about that! I had asked once for a vibrator but he took it as such a slight that I never bade mention of it again. Yusso was right; I was needy. I hadn’t climaxed in a week at least.
Then one of the men pressed a loudly buzzing vibe into Alyal’s cunt right in front of my eyes, causing the lovely attack on my pussy to cease for but a moment as she tensed her thighs around the vibe and my head. As soon as the vibe was away I saw how she glistened, like I must be… it couldn’t be that hard, I thought as I tried to ignore the taste, diving my tongue in, my lips, trying my best to replicate her technique.
But the elder dalsur was not caught off guard in the slightest, calling out a muffled, “Finally!” before holding nothing back, speeding up and twirling and sucking and spelling letters I didn’t even understand between my lower lips. And even as I licked and swirled and began to feel Alyal moisten some more, feel her give in the slightest bit, I lost my nerve and succumbed to her sweet incantations upon my sex, bucking and squirming on the padded ground as I came…