Chapters Ysrii the Dalsur Chapter 6
Please note, this story includes themes of violence, sadism, and abuse not shown on-screen in my previous works.
When the cellar doors opened for members I was on full display, affixed precariously to a support beam in the entranceway, with naught but a simple pipe between my legs to rest all my weight on and a leather belt keeping my abdomen cinched to the wooden pillar. I was momentarily relieved to not feel an intense pain, sitting directly on my pussy as I was, until I remembered why the pain came gradually pressed into my taint instead of all at once crushing my labia and clit. Looking down, the penis I now lived alongside (for that’s how I saw it for many weeks, better to have nothing than this thing, I thought) was still rock hard and projecting off my useless body for seven or eight inches; laughably, horribly large on a tiny elven body like mine, fine peach fuzz growing quickly to accompany it.
I had no thighs left at all to grip the bar with, so I didn’t shuffle at all for fear of slipping off, keeping absolutely still until the doors unlocked, and who was I faced with but Jak, the muscled bouncer now mountainous compared to what was left of my petite torso. His ironclad expression just crumbled.
“Fuck!” he rushed over, undoing the ring gag jammed in my mouth, trying to avoid grazing my leaking spear. “I… can’t believe it… I can’t believe he took so much… he’s never gone this far before…”
We locked eyes for a moment like when I had walked in this hellhole, but it was not mutual attraction anymore, but desperation and sorrow from I, and guilt and pity from him. I knew from his voice he had been the man trying to temper Yusso the night before, but here I was, and there he was, still working for the man who had done this to me.
He opened his mouth but had nothing to say to console me. I could tell he wanted to say something comforting, but the mountain could see his own failure tallied on my skin. What did I expect him to do, whisk me out of this hell? Yusso would surely not let us go so simply, no, how could I expect him to risk anything for a worthless dalsur like me?
“JAK! What are you doing messing with the new one? It’s her big debut tonight.” Yusso’s ringing voice sounded from behind me down the entranceway and I shut my eyes tight instantly, my maimer so near.
“Just making sure she wasn’t gonna fall off, boss.” His massive hands trembled, trying to reseat my ring gag as I moaned at him in protest, my hips flexing instinctually trying to defy them both. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing happened.
Yusso curtly told him to leave it out and get back to his post, and I was left with a whispered, “It’s going to be okay,” before Jak did what he was told.
A moment later Yusso’s voice penetrated my ear; close, too close, on my blinded side. “I see you enjoyed your first taste of life here.” It was plenty obvious what he was referring to as his hand began stroking me, teasing my cock, and even as desperately turned on as I was, I began to cry again. He was the last person I wanted touching me, touching ‘it.’
“I didn’t, I don’t. Why… didn’t you just throw me away? I learned my lesson, sir, just let me go home.”
His hand left my shaft and grabbed me fiercely by the jaw to look into his crystal blue eyes. “You don’t have a home, little one. You never have. Neither did I until I bought this hole in the ground and made it into one of the finest clubs in the Red Light. You must understand by now, that man was not your lover nor your friend. You were nothing but currency to him.” I tried to shake my face loose but his grip was too strong, and my perch too fragile. I didn’t want to hear this. Elias had never cut off my limbs. “But this is home to all the dalsur you slept alongside last night, and this can be your home too… there’s a beauty in broken lost little things, you know. If you see that beauty like Alyal and the others do, you may stay. If not, well, patrons always get bored, and so do I. How long do you think an ugly, half-blind, limbless dalsur would fare on the street?”
The door cracked, and Yusso instantly became the showman he had been while slicing me up, welcoming the first batch of couples, bachelors, and ladies in for the night. Every single one let their hands stroke my cock as they passed, not one looking me in the eye nor even trying to get me off. It seemed almost ritualistic, and with every break in the procession I regained a little sanity, for the additives in my slelf seemed not to be wearing off anytime soon.
Dazed and needy, I found myself unmounted from the post and carried like luggage toward the loungers, groped and fondled, slapped and stimulated, used for my mouth by men and women alike, though the women left generally unsatisfied and Alyal promised training to raise my tongue to the Cellar’s standards. The other dalsur laughed along for a while, until they became bored of me stealing all the attention, and Kyla gently suggested to the patron holding me that my ass was now a perfectly defenseless expanse, ripe for spanking. She knew they would love that, she knew I would hate it, and their stinging palms left my ass red for much of the night, feeling raw when I was scooted across another patron’s lap.
With a patron holding me like a body-pillow, one hand half-choking me, the other probing my gaping mouth to see how much of my gag reflex was still intact, I watched Kyla lead a man into the back-rooms, not the ones we slept in but another set of doors. I wondered why no one had fucked me, really used me. It’s the last thing I would have wanted if not for the tainted food, but here we were and I wanted it dearly. It took a few days for me to see why, when one of the patrons was getting a bit too touchy with Jayne.
The cellar had a very fine line of decency. We were the entertainment, myself more alike to furniture, but it was still a social club where the primary activity was not to watch your acquaintances get their rocks off. That was supposed to happen in the back-rooms, for a price. This woman, a bit younger than most, had her deft hands stroking Jayne’s ever-erect shaft a bit too effectively, in that dexterous way a dalsur with empty shoulders could only dream of. Jayne tried to warn the woman with panting squeals but it was only a few moments later when thick ropes of cum were staining the seats, Jayne was a twitching mess, and the woman was being led to Yusso to pay for the cleaning expenses and what he called a ‘completion fee.’ A similar event happened a few weeks later with a man toying with Eykka, the young serving girl Elias had been admiring on the night of my ruination. She warned him between gasps that she was a squirter, that she had orders to fill, but the man could not contain his desire to see her cum and wet herself while standing in front of the whole crowd, trying her best to keep the martinis on her cantilevered tray from tipping, spilling, even as her cunt was played with endlessly.
The clientele paid handsomely for the right to perform such acts, but Yusso was never pleased, and by extension Alyal. We were often berated by her for our lack of self control, and the others surely practiced, edging for an hour before opening to keep a handle on their bodies, not that I could do such things, my days of touching myself well and over. No, besides the fact that patrons preferred an unsatisfied, needy, submissive toy to play with, Yusso wanted us ready for the main event.
Almost every night there was an event, a show for the guests. My reduction – or my torture and amputation, I really shouldn’t mince words – was one such event, and it was not the last time I would be the central feature. Indeed for my whole first week in the cellar I was at least a background character in the scenes laid out, either squared against one of my new sisters or off on my own under the dominance of one of our handlers.
I ended that first night satisfied, in a way, but I was quickly learning that unlike with Elias, pleasure was not a success in this prison but a failure, just like when I had lost to Alyal. My challenge was to survive ten measly minutes with Eykka sucking me off, seemingly the only one even close to me in the hierarchy, and still the eighteen-year-old dalsur firmly dominated my desires with oral skills fresh out of state school. A brand new cock, ready to burst all night long, I had no chance and lasted less than half that time.
And for my punishment, Yusso had Eykka hold my ejaculate in her mouth and spit it right back on my face, to the cheers of the crowd. She honestly seemed sorry about it but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing, any less disgusting. Once the mess had dried, Yusso presented me with a leather harness, finely made but rough and unfinished on the inside, reminiscent of the belt that held my face to Alyal’s cunt, tightly binding my torso and framing my lacklustre chest. It was functional above all else, featuring D-rings along my spine, shoulders, and hips, and a handle between my shoulder blades so I could be lugged around like a thing, an object. My ass became only redder after that, with Aian and the other handlers dragging me about by the handle rather than holding me by my waist or ass, and from that night on, I didn’t even have a couch to sleep on, as a chain was installed in the corner of the back room to hang me from, the biting leather and cool basement air my only bedpartner.
Well… I shouldn’t say that. A few sleepless nights later I heard a shuffling behind me, facing the featureless corner as I was, and felt a knee against my side, turning me crudely, only to look up in the dark and see a cock in my face, and Jayne’s tired eyes looking down at me.
“Well don’t just look at it!” she hushed with a hard knee in my gut, “What are you even good for anymore? Suck me off.”
Of course it became a routine when the others heard the commotion of my gagging on her cock, and from that night on, any dalsur who hadn’t been satisfied by a patron (and some who simply wanted seconds) used my mouth as a nightcap before dozing off, walking up, pressing their hips into my face until I swung against the old brick wall, cold against my back. Oh great demons, it was awful; because by that time my aphrodisiac, my pleasurable distraction, had all but run its course, my cock twitching softly hours later. So not even that part of me wanted this treatment by my new sisters, late into the night.
I say night but there were no clocks, no sunshine to base time off, and I can’t say I ever got more than a few paltry hours of sleep used and left hanging like that.