Chapters Ysrii the Dalsur Chapter 3
Please note, this story includes themes of violence, sadism, and abuse not shown on-screen in my previous works.
And when the fog cleared I was being picked up by the men and carried limply to a table, before hearing Yusso yell out, “Jak, lock the doors!” and only then I remembered what I had lost by letting myself go.
“Master?! What’s happening?” I cried out, feeling the cold glass table against my back as the men held me down, groping my tits as they pleased.
The crowd of dilettantes gathered around, “I can’t believe she didn’t even fight!”
They pressed in closer, “I bet she wants what’s about to happen, the little slut…”
“Sir!” I called again, but he was arguing with Yusso behind the crowd, behind the mass of greedy hands, I could barely see them.
“This is a damn shame, what a beauty!”
“And ripe out of school, too…”
I suddenly saw Alyal using her useless shoulders to nudge through the bustle and hum, bending down to my face, before kissing me, deeply, passionately, with a sudden bite at my lip. I could taste my pussy on her tongue. “You really should have tried, young one. My owner takes great pleasure in tarnishing pure silver like yourself, I thought my body was warning enough to you and your human.”
“W-what?” I stammered.
“And not too sharp either. Maybe if you had treated this matron dalsur and her sisters with some respect earlier I would have let a naive and useless girl like yourself win and walk free. I do love a good punishment, after all.” Alyal looked backwards. Bent over as she was, someone in the crowd had started playing with her bare pussy. “Oh, now THAT’S how you fuck a girl.”
Oh shit, I thought, Alyal was the eldest, the matron of this harem. “But I didn’t mean to—”
“Shut up, every word that escapes your spoiled little mouth aggravates me further. You’re going to wish you hadn’t insulted us, princess.”
Suddenly Yusso was standing over me too, and what Alyal whispered in his ear gave him the wildest grin. “My tools!” he called, and within moments it was on the table next to me, an alchemist’s cabinet, inscribed with countless runes in the ancient wood, out of place in the modern nightclub if not for Yusso himself.
The fear finally broke me and I bawled, “Master Elias!” while scanning the crowd for his face, and then I found him, in the crowd, resigned, eyes refusing to meet mine. “Please, sir!”
Yusso interjected with a harsh slap to the tit, “Enough of that,” making me pull and yank at the hands holding me down by my ankles and leash, but they were far too strong for a little dalsur like me. He continued with the air of a sports announcer, a judge, an auctioneer…
“Well this is an unexpected treat, everyone! An A-class dalsur who’s so full of herself she thinks she shouldn’t even grace our floor with her bare feet! Didn’t you learn in school you’re not worthy of clothes, little one? Your kind fell from grace centuries ago and lost any right to cover up such a lovely body, with anything…” he said, staring at my armlessness, “And who has told her otherwise but her fool of an owner, who threw this lovely piece of ass on the chopping block when he couldn’t pay his dues…”
Chopping block? What was this?
“Now, I know our weekly sessions with Alyal have become a little repetitive, and some of you men and women much prefer it when she isn’t enjoying it quite so damn much; well here is your aperitif! Elias Morrisset over here, yes of that Morrisset family, well he owes me a sizeable sum. Actually quite an embarrassing amount, wouldn’t you say, Elias? Might I recommend a break from the bookies for a while? Anyways… in his poor appraisal it’s not quite enough to just sell his peach here, so instead of her collar, he put her classification itself on the line. A beauty like this we could’ve used here, but oh well, a bet is a bet. He wants to keep her so we will be making her low… low… LOW!!!”
The crowd erupted and I couldn’t help but look at Master through my teary eyes, at his humiliation, before even worrying for my own neck. How was he going to get us out of this one? But he wasn’t looking at me, he wasn’t even fighting or arguing, he was just resigned to his fate, to my fate…
Yusso started rummaging through his toolchest, setting down implements and vials out of my sight, all the while performing for the small crowd of well-to-do sadists, “Now my dear Alyal tells me the slut committed four crimes upon entry to our humble little establishment, and for each she will be damaged.”
“Damaged?!” I cried out.
Yusso snapped, “I said enough!” and within moments a ring gag was being forced into my mouth by the other hands, making my jaw ache and my cries animalesque. “Much better… now your first slight was insulting Jayne, thinking her cock unworthy of your cunt, and what defines an A-class dalsur above all others?”
Two henchmen held my tear-streaked head still as Yusso let three drops of some arcane, bitter substance fall into my gaping mouth. I tried to avoid it, but it was no use! For a second all was quiet, but I felt a growing tightness between my legs, a warmth, a tingling, as something changed. The men let go and I looked down only to find my pubis changing, closing, growing, and before my eyes a penis sprouted from me, and I felt my petals stitch closed.
“–OOOOOOOOOO!” I cried out, and Master pushed to the front.
“Okay, you’ve had your fun, without a cunt she’s a C at best, we’re leaving.” But Yusso just ignored him.
“The second crime was insulting Kyla, the juiciest ass I own, though we do need to do something about her tits… why not take these ones?”
Using medical gloves, he took a paste and smeared it on my chest, and at first it felt fine, but as he worked, as he massaged, as he groped my chest, there was less to handle, less to enjoy, and before long I was as flat-chested as my school days.
“–LEEEEAAASE!! –LEASE STAH–!” but my cries went unanswered. Actually I received more cruel curiosity and laughter than help, and one of Yusso’s men had a rubber plug to shove in my mouth, muffling my cries. Only my eyes were left to look for Master Elias, but he still refused to meet my pleading gaze.
“Your third crime was insulting my favorite, my lovely Alyal, my companion from my younger days, my beautiful, fucked-up pet. Now, almost all of you know what this is,” Yusso explained, holding a golden scalpel up, “a rare item indeed, hard to come by without a medical license. Alyal, shall we demonstrate for the newcomers?”
After extricating herself from the hands of the gentleman from earlier, she appeared standing next to her Master, almost bouncing, giddy, as the pale elf brought the knife to her chest, slicing along one of the few unmarred patches of her skin, but almost as soon as Alyal was gasping and blood was dripping from his incision, the wound was healed, spotless, scarless. The blade must have been imbued with surgeon’s elixir, but seeing her scarred skin heal flawlessly made no sense, until Yusso retrieved a second scalpel, this one holding less of a shine, its golden surface fading into tarnished, dirty brass.
“And this is the knife, diluted, faulty, that I use on my pet just once a year, on her birthday, marking her forever more.” The elf moved so gracefully and fast that I hardly noticed the pain traverse across my bare chest, my muffled yelp escaping just as I looked down to find the cut healing, stitching, zippering back together imperfectly, leaving a bright red scar from my left collarbone downward in a diagonal slash on my previously perfect nightshade skin.
I was ruined!
My tears were pouring forth as Yusso slashed again and again, each cut hurting less than the actual realization that I was being damaged, made useless to my master, ugly, disgusting. With a precise cut he sliced the tip of my left ear off, so when I looked over I was faced with a piece of myself discarded there on the glass, it’s raw edge sealing closed in bright scar tissue as my long ear must have been too. Bawling now, I tried to kick and pull but it was no use.
“Oh look at her new cock dancing around as she struggles.” Kyla teased from the crowd.
I was red with shame before he cut my face, a pinching pain that left my right eye cloudy upon opening again. Would that heal? Was I blinded now too? I scanned the crowd for Elias who was grimacing but still silent, and then heard a low voice from somewhere behind, familiar, the man from the door?
“Hey boss… isn’t that enough?”
Yusso paused mid-strike and turned away from me, the crowd went quiet, and with a second to spare I realized my foggy left eye wasn’t getting any better, making my other one get blurrier with tears. Why me? Why me? The hands around my ankles were too strong, I couldn’t get away!
“Return to your post by the door, Jak, and don’t ever interrupt my work again or you’ll be out of a job.” He turned back, hungry eyes on me. “Now, where were we? Ah yes… the fourth sin. Well I already mentioned it really: the sandals… the girl thinks she is better than not just our lovely pets, but all other dalsur… well as you all can obviously see, she isn’t, and she never has been! Dalsur are lovely creatures but we can’t let them forget their place. So the peach doesn’t want to step foot in the Red Light, in here, the Cellar? Fine! Then she won’t step foot anywhere!”
I watched through the one teary eye Yusso had left me with as he retrieved his scalpel, and I searched for salvation in the face of Master Elias. “Please, please stop this, stop him, I love you, I’m yours, please!” I didn’t even try to scream past the rubber in my mouth, I put every ounce of my pleading into my eyes.
And Master finally, finally looked at me, and all I found in his eyes was disgust.
“Fuck you, Yusso! What am I supposed to do with THIS?! It’s face?! Really? You have to leave me something to sell…”
Sell?! No… no…. NOOO!
Yusso simply examined him and held the scalpel to my neck, while I froze in terror, looking at his face as the facade fell, playfulness and showmanship gone, his contempt revealed. “I really don’t. Her crimes are numerous but yours are tenfold. Fucking disrespectful is what you are. You wager her life against your wealth, and then say her body’s integrity is on the table to appease my desires, as if I don’t know exactly what you’re doing. I protect my girls, not put them up for slaughter. And when anyone calls my precious dalsur worthless – you forget these Edeni ears are sharp, and I have more in the shadows – well, unlike you, I respect them enough not to permit such transgressions. So no, Mr. Morriset, I don’t have to leave you anything.”
The blade left my neck, and stabbed deep into my thigh, hitting a nerve so painful I finally, mercifully blacked out…