Chapters Ysrii the Dalsur Chapter 4
Please note, this story includes themes of violence, sadism, and abuse not shown on-screen in my previous works.
Alone in my room overlooking the city, I’m lounging by the window, high, my favorite spot. Where I can see the twinkling electric lights in the evenglow. There is a strange feeling coursing over me, one I can’t describe, I haven’t felt it in so long. Why won’t Master Elias come home from his meeting? It’s been hours. The bedroom door cracks, and my feet tiptapping along the marble floors echoes down the hall, a feeling creeping in up my soles. I’ll check the front door, it’s open, that’s so strange, where are all of Master’s staff? Gwendolyne would never leave her kneeling post without our Master here. And yet her mat next to the door is empty. I lift my foot and pull the door open just a bit more so I can slip my shoulder through the crack and into the night air.
The air.
It shouldn’t be this cold.
My collar’s runestone should be keeping me—
My eyes snapped open and I shook in terror, the memory of my maiming jumping to the forefront of my consciousness. I was cold. I was in danger! But it was dark and quiet now… it was over… And then I felt what had woken me, a draft, a simple breeze, along my bare neck. I hadn’t been uncollared since my youngest years, so this felt deeply wrong to me. Where was Master Elias? I expected that I had been brought home to recuperate, but looking up out of my one good eye, all I saw was an old, vaulted ceiling in the dark— the Cellar! I was still in Yusso’s club!
Quietly I pulled my knees up to launch my feet forward and use the momentum to get upright, or I thought I did, but nothing happened. Just… nothing. My abs flexed but… no… I looked down. My new chest was almost flat, featuring pathetic little mounds that did nothing to hide my view of the phallus now a part of me, flowing out of where my mons used to be,but honestly that paled in comparison to the missing thighs to frame my new cock.
Where were my legs?!
Oh I screamed and cried then, trying to kick and shuffle my now useless torso, trying to convince myself that this was all a horrible dream. “Master Elias! I want to go home!”
A high-pitched voice whispered angrily from the dark. “Shut up! We’re trying to sleep.”
I struggled, wriggled, trying to get up. This couldn’t be me now. This couldn’t be happening. I was perfect. I was Master’s perfect pet. I—
I felt the edge of the couch roll under me as I tumbled to the ground, face-down onto my newly-vulnerable genitals, feeling a deep pang of uneasiness in my gut as these strange testicles suffered the brunt of my fall. “Owwwww! Ugh what is… this?”
And there, on the ground, curling in pain, I realized it was true. Yusso had taken everything from me and then my legs too. Without them I had no way to get out of this place, oh Freya, I couldn’t even lift myself from the hard, cold floor back up to the couch! I had no way to move myself more effectively than squirming like a worm. I couldn’t even turn over onto my back. I was… broken.
I asked for any of the other dalsur to help me back up, but it was no use. I spent my first night sleeping in fits, face-down on the floor.