Chapters Ysrii the Dalsur Chapter 5
Please note, this story includes themes of violence, sadism, and abuse not shown on-screen in my previous works.
I was awoken by the weight of a foot stepping on my back, robbing me of air, then toes hooking under my shoulder to roll me over, only to see Alyal silhouetted against the bright incandescent light, before she rested that foot square between where my perky boobs used to be.
“Sleep on the floor, you’re likely to end up a doormat. We’ll fix you up a better sleeping situation tonight. Luckily Master has a small staff separate from the barkeeps just for us, and a toymaker on call who’s been working all day on something to make you more… manageable.”
Walking around the communal bedroom, assisting the other dalsur (the little they couldn’t do themselves) were the men from last night, the ones who had held me down and groped me as they pleased. Or at least I thought it had been last night. We were a floor or two underground so there was no natural light to gain a sense of time from. But that was the least of my concerns.
“Alyal, why am I– AGH!” She had leant in, half her weight on my chest now. I tried to kick and remembered once again where my body ended.
“That’s Miss Alyal, dear, remember that. Don’t think you being here was our choice, I wanted you in the alley outside, but Master Yusso said we hadn’t had a good freakshow in quite a while.” Other girls were stopping to look down at me now.
“But–” my voice caught as Alyal leaned further, reminding me she was the matron sister, Mistress in everything but name, “Miss, where’s my Master? Where is Elias?”
The girls laughed and looked at each other, “…she doesn’t even know…” but Alyal stopped them, “I think she does. I think she knows exactly how fast that pitiful man ran out the door when he saw how little was left of her.”
This prompted fresh tears and sobs. I couldn’t contain it. “I want to go hooome!” I mewed, but I was stopped by Miss Alyal moving her foot to crush my testes almost as severely as my fall had.
“I really don’t want to listen to that, keep it to yourself.” Another dalsur, Jayne with her morning wood sticking out proudly above me, covered my mouth firmly with the pad of her foot, masking my sobs. “Against my recommendations, this is your home now, but you are not one of us, do you hear me?” She leaned down, making my stomach tie up in pain as my balls compressed. “You are less, you are low, you are discarded trash we did not want. To kill you would be a generous fucking mercy so don’t ask for that either. You are no longer a prized dalsur, you’re just a thing, paying for her room and board. Let’s make sure you remember that… Aian? Put the elf-boy in front of the mirror and grab the scissors… no, not those…”
She stepped off and I was picked up by one of the helpers, so easily, so completely helplessly. I had no control over my safety as I left the cold ground. If his grip wasn’t quite right and I happened to fall to the floor, there would be nothing to break my fall, it would be like last night, slamming down on these overly-vulnerable bits that had replaced my pussy. Oh Freya, I was distraught! Inconsolable! Or I thought I was… until I saw my reflection.
Of course Elias had left me. Who could want… this?! My legs had indeed been removed, leaving a scar-covered, uneven ass behind to match the empty shoulders I had been born with. I tried to kick my legs, tell myself this was a lie, but my fleshy hips only twitched, shifting the healthy cock I had never wanted, Yusso’s gift in exchange for my loss.
My gaze drifted upwards as the others looked for the scissors, coming across numerous raw, pink scars on my dusky skin, the big one across my deflated chest. Alyal had called me elf-boy, and truly, what was left of my femininity? My soft face, my long hair, my hourglass curves? How long would those last living like this? My gaze continued up to the cut running vertically over my eye. I closed just the good one and saw only a wash of light, there wasn’t a hint of definition left in my foggy pupil, as if I was looking at the sun through my eyelids. Useless, just like me.
My left ear was also damaged, losing it’s perfect pointy tip, and only moments later the servant Aian began to cut away my long silver hair too, and he had obviously never cut hair before, as it came out in patches. I tried to tell him to stop, but no one listened; they didn’t want to. Alyal only smiled, trying to be the butcher Yusso was in the way she could.
“A reminder you’re no princess anymore, Ysrii.”
As if I needed another reminder. Just looking at my reflection was all I needed to remember how horrid I looked, how thoroughly justified Elias had been to leave me here after I failed him. I just stared at the ground, having no tears left.
“Okay, that’s enough. Let’s get the new one a bite before the doors open.”
I was quickly placed on the ground again, face-down, and a dog bowl of the least appetizing slelf-food I’d ever seen was put in front of my face, cold and runny. Slelf, the additive that reacted inside us and converted solid waste to water was a bitter substance, and I could tell just by the smell of it that little had been done to mask it. There was no cutlery to entwine in my toes, no straw. I was expected to stick my face in the gruel like the pet I was now. Thinking about how my patchy short hair now wasn’t even long enough to get into my food, I prepared myself for this further indignity…
That’s when I realized the room had gone quiet. Half the dalsur were looking at me, waiting for my first bite, the other half were shaking bottles of flavorful sauces into theirs, hissing at the others to stop staring. It was enough that I didn’t want anything to do with the stuff, I even tried to rock my body backwards away from the bowl but that didn’t get me anywhere.
Alyal piped up, “Eat your food, dear. We usually only get two meals, before opening and after close, and I don’t want the patrons to hear your stomach rumbling.”
“But Aly– Miss Alyal… what’s in this?”
“Does the princess have something to say about our generosity?” She accused with the spoon between her toes, and I shook my head. “Good. It’s everything a girl like you needs to do a job like ours, now eat!”
Left with not even the option of pushing away the bowl, I reluctantly dove my face in, making a mess as I ate from the mush, trying to ignore the whispers.
“Freya’s name… it’s so pathetic.”
“Just look at her eat it up so fast, should I–”
“No, shut up! It’s fine, see? Yummm!”
Trying to ignore them, I felt my face flush in shame, and then gradually I realized it wasn’t shame, my body was getting hotter, my blood was pumping, and the cock under hips was getting harder, growing more uncomfortable by the second with my body laying on it. I stopped eating and shuffled my hips, flexing and rocking over my shaft, foreign-feeling but good, getting more and more desperate.
I felt toes under my shoulder roll me over again, Alyal standing over me yet again. “Ah ah ah! Don’t be so disgusting, save it for the patrons!”
Stuck on my back like a turtle, I watched helplessly as the prick that was attached to me grew before my very eyes, and suddenly I truly missed my feet, my heel pressed into my clit, rubbing, grinding under me. Oh dear, the rush! It made complete sense why the other girls took their time with their meal, even as it surely got cold.
Still I squirmed, begging for release, entirely unused to this laced aphrodisiac coursing through my tiny body. I never did find out how my toes had felt on Elias’ cock, but I wanted to now, I needed it! “Miss, please touch me, please! Or just flip me back over, I can—”
But she just scoffed and wandered away, “Heath! I told you, just two drops! Don’t you see how tiny she is?”
Someone out of sight mentioned a slip of the hand, the last of the bottle, but I knew they were loving this, how pathetic I must have looked with cold slelf oats on my face and my virgin penis rock hard, miles out of my reach. I knew the other dalsur and handlers alike were enjoying my fall even as I hated my new life.