Chapters Ysrii the Dalsur Chapter 8
Please note, this story includes themes of violence, sadism, and abuse not shown on-screen in my previous works.
Even spending most of my time each night between people’s legs, and as the resident tongue in the back-room, the general consensus held that my cunnilingual skills with women and female-presenting dalsur were far below par, especially compared to my flair for sucking cock, and I was exciting patrons more with my complete helplessness and perpetual state of arousal than my actual technique.
Of course I knew this, it’s that precise inexperience which had gotten me into this mess, but it still hurt to hear every other night.
“Freya’s sake! This slut has a lead tongue!”
“Come on, you used to have one of these, didn’t that teach you anything?”
“It’s useless, she’s fucking crying down there.”
The taste was disgusting, but I was trying, I really was! It all came to a head one morning (or whenever our morning really was down here), when I was just starting to lick up my bitter breakfast, ready for my cock to grow under me and distract me for the rest of the day. By now I knew not to try to get off or I’d get turned over, and there was no way for me to finish my meal like that, but it was so tempting, I swear I moved my hips but an inch and Alyal’s toes were turning me over so I could grimace at the cold concrete on my back and look up at the scarred matron dalsur.
Alyal had grown less cruel with me over the weeks, even discarding the dog collar, but no less strict. Unlike the other dalsur with two good feet, deft enough to clean themselves, eat, apply makeup; I was dead weight having to be cared for all the time, meaning my servitude every night had to make up for the cost of keeping me. Anything more than the absolute minimum to keep me appeasing to the clientele was usually left undone. Hair was growing around my cock and balls in a curly white bush now, and I could see tufts where my armpits should’ve been, and yet I could do nothing to make myself more presentable. It had taken a complaint for Aian to even add brushing my teeth to our morning routine, which he did quickly and roughly, like most things.
One of these ‘extra’ tasks was harem training. Alyal had always said she wanted to make me the sluttiest little toy in the whole place, but usually she would see me pitifully waiting for whatever trial was in store next, and usually lose interest. My lack of enthusiasm in my new lot in life was hardly a turn on. This had become enough of a problem that today was different, though.
She kicked away my dogbowl and squatted down over my face so I could see the pussy which had sealed my fate in this new life. “Do you even know what this is anymore? I’m hearing whispers you don’t know it up or down.”
I stammered out, “I’m trying, Miss Alyal.” but the matron Dalsur got down on her knees above me and lowered her hips saying, “That’s not nearly enough, princess. You’re going to get me off or you’re out, you’re done. We’ll leave you where the street urchins can find and use what’s left of you.”
So fearfully I licked, on my back helpless as her hips smothered me, pinned my head in place, I licked and sucked and tried my best. And eventually she began my training, telling me what was good, what I should stop immediately, what needed work. It was never ‘nice’ but it did help, and I did begin to hear her pant in between instructions, but I just couldn’t get her over the edge and our little training session became a chore after a short while. After twenty or thirty minutes she stood up, visibly frustrated, put her foot on me, likely about to seal my fate, before thinking twice and announcing to the rest of the room, “Who here can actually finish me off?” and stomping off to Kyla’s bed. I had survived another failure but I knew I was on last legs…or maybe that wasn’t the best wording.
After that day we began our routine, her flipping me over just before I could lap up my breakfast and squatting her pussy onto my face to give me a taste of something else. There I would languish under her, wishing only to eat and get on with the night, but I would listen and do what I was told, as I had for my whole life. It took me another two days to finally get her off, and I can’t even say that was totally chalked up to my tongue.
She had started off backwards that morning, and it’s as if she knew I was closing my eyes when she barked, “Open it, look at my ass, this is your proper place, on the ground under it, under me, and don’t forget it. I want to actually cum this time and you better keep your eyes open and trained on my fucking nethers or else.”
I thought twice about it (how would she know?) but realized with a glance that I was being watched by a couple of the others sitting on their nice beds, edging with heels pressed into their pussies, who would definitely tattle on me without a doubt. So I gave in, training my eyes on her rear hole so close, perfectly clean just like mine due to eating simple slelf-food all our lives, but still the dirtiest place on a body. It was degrading, but what wasn’t these days?
It was a few minutes later, licking and twirling away to Miss Alyal’s panting instructions when she muttered, “…and what do we have here?” before I felt her bend down and swirl her tongue across the head of my growing cock, the one I hadn’t noticed getting harder by the minute. I didn’t dare stop, Alyal had made sure I understood that was an unforgivable offence, but this was wrong, so wrong! I wasn’t turned on, I couldn’t be, not like this! Not without eating a single bite of our tainted food. But just like a man, I was an open book, and Alyal could tell I finally enjoyed this. But I couldn’t be enjoying this, not this kind of treatment? And yet with another little suck on my swollen cock I knew I must enjoy something about being completely trapped under my mistress’s body, as I ceased questioning how good that felt.
“Now we can get this party started.” she said, pressing her hips harder into my face, making my struggle for air even more difficult, thinking I would like fighting for my life as I lapped up her juices. She loved this, I could tell, and as if to encourage me she kept sucking me off every so often, an amazing sensation I had never felt before, but she never blew me long enough to get me off. That was my job. But try as I might, I think the very idea of me being even the slightest bit as depraved and masochistic as my matron sister had sent her to another level, because I found I was not struggling anymore, she was suddenly receptive to every tiny flick of my tongue, and the instructions became more breathy and panting until they ceased altogether, and as her thighs tensed around my cheeks I heard her cry out like she had with any one of her playmates in the back-room dozens of times before!
A short while later, after a sigh, she finally shifted her weight onto her knees and gave me a break.
I was left panting myself, exhausted from my performance, only to look down between her legs at my cock on the other side. Why? Why get turned on now? I hadn’t even had breakfast yet. But Alyal was shifting again, getting onto her feet.
“You’re not hopeless, elf-boy!” she said, dragging her toes across the length of my betrayer, a simple tease before flipping me back to eat my food and walking off.
By two weeks later I knew every fold of her pussy, and could send her to heaven within minutes, though I rarely did. Making her cum was simple work now, so my lessons instead focused on controlling that pleasure, doling it out in waves to provoke only the most powerful and ravaging of orgasms. The patrons eventually learned that times had changed when it came to the resident freakshow, so between my lessons, my time in the lounge, and then being used by my sister’s until late into the night, my mouth became the busiest hole in the cellar.
One night, Alyal came back for seconds as I hung there in my harness, it’s leather biting into my ass with much of my weight pressing down there, where my cunt used to be. Oh how I missed my pussy, but perhaps not with these straps cutting into my taint like they were. Anyways, she ended up last in line, and that in and of itself was strange, as she was matron, she could have just butt in whenever she damn well pleased. Looking up I saw her hungry eyes, and looking down she saw my cock sticking straight out between her legs. We both knew the aphrodisiac had worn off by now, and that made her almost drip in desire, to know this degenerate dalsur’s hard-on was real. Like all the rest, she pushed her hips into my face until my back was pressed against the cold wall, but I hardly noticed that anymore. I wiggled my hips as I settled into my routine that I knew would bring her satisfaction fast so she could sleep sooner.
But without a word she simply let her calves run against my cock, lightly, teasing me. A muffled, “ank ou, Mithreth.” came from my mouth as I slowed, and as I did, as I let her savor my tongue swirling about her clit, I felt her lift a leg and then her foot press my spear harder into her calf. I swear she was rubbing me off so good I could almost feel the scars on her skin, each stripe from that accursed blade.
I moaned and she pressed harder, my head painfully digging into the chain behind it but I didn’t care. As I licked she stroked me like a stork on one foot, and I became closer and closer, trying my best to hold on. It was almost like a rematch, finally now that it was fair between her and I, a rematch of Elias’ and Yusso’s original challenge.
Demons, I had really known nothing then, I could see that now. How could Elias have done this to me? To his prized toy? I was only the best for him, irreplaceable, and now all I could do was this… lick, lick, swirl, suck, lick. Alyal came with a tiny squirt in my face, and her desperate stroking at the last moments of ecstasy blew my load too, making me flex and squirm at the end of my chain in pure pleasure as my very-blue balls finally released, spurting all over her foot and the floor.
I realized then that in our informal rematch, I had won. We had finished each other but I had held on until after her. I had given my all and won in the dark of this cellar, a toy hanging from this chain, damaged beyond repair and fixing nothing, but I had won.
Even though I half-expected her to wake up a handler to unchain me and make me lick up my cum off her and the cold concrete floor like my few wet dreams she only looked down, nodded, and went to bed, wiping her foot on a cloth by the wash-basin.
I was left there in the cool air, still in purgatory.