Chapters Ysrii the Dalsur Chapter 9
Please note, this story includes themes of violence, sadism, and abuse not shown on-screen in my previous works.
It took over a year, a year in that hole underground for Yusso to finally get rid of me like he had long threatened to. It wasn’t like I could keep track of the days, but Alyal had been given one birthday night just after my arrival, and then another, and that second depraved affair was hard to forget. On such a night all of us were free to use, it was a complete and utter orgy, all as long as Alyal, bound and gagged as she was, could ride the sybian. I remember being spit-roasted between two men filling my ass and mouth, the one in front making me choke and the one behind fucking me deep enough to almost make me cum, a revelation of my male physiology I had only just discovered.
Treated like that, I remember little of that night, as we were all given triple-doses of our additive, but I do remember seeing Alyal, a ring-gagged wreck on that vibrating mount, holding on for dear life as Yusso taunted her, fucked her mouth, flogged her, cut at her skin; making her squeal out in glee every time. I didn’t understand my Mistress, couldn’t fathom that level of depravity, of pure masochism, but now that I was her main plaything, her loyal pet, I enjoyed seeing her happy, and there was nothing that made her cum harder than Yusso retrieving the tainted blade and giving her a good long cut across the thigh, her watching it stitch itself back up imperfectly, a pink line added to the gallery of pain tallied across her skin, and then letting herself go to the vibration of the mount between her legs.
That night he carried her into the back-room himself, and having been deposited on my chain in the corner, all the other girls drunk, fucked, and unconscious, I heard him put her in bed and sing a lullaby for her, something old and elven, something only meant for her. Even with my still-erect cock rubbing harshly against the brick as I spun slowly, I dared not shift nor twist on my chain, nothing to break the moment, but he did say something in the Common Language, something I could understand.
“Happy 140th my sweet. It has been a good life with you and I beg the Demons to let our little charade continue. That was a hell of a party, no? I saw four men touching you in the middle there, pushing you down harder.”
Alyal was weak and tired, I couldn’t make her response out across the chamber.
“No no we didn’t have such deviant machines in Empyres back then, I don’t even think it had been invented yet. Alyal, what is it?”
I wished to hear more but she whispered lower than him.
“I mean it is your birthday, of course I would…”
“…”
“What do you mean? It was but two months ago you said she was your new favorite.”
“…”
“Fine, she’ll be gone in a few days, damn shame our little project was a failure, but it’s not like we paid for her, so nothing lost I guess. I do wonder how she’ll fare on the streets though…”
I can’t say I slept that night, terrified as I was of my future. But I wasn’t just terrified, I felt betrayed, for over the last several months Alyal and I had become close, at first seemingly just a mentor and mentee, before one night after the patrons were gone and the doors closed, she told Aian to deposit me in her bed instead of on my chain. That night I didn’t feel used, I slept like a baby, tiny next to her warm body, our shoulders touching as we kissed. Neither of us missed arms to hold each other close, for we’d never had any, but I was elated to feel her calf pressing into the small of my back, bringing me closer, pressing my firm cock into her hips, as our tongues entwined and she bit my lip.
We didn’t spend many nights together, maybe once a week or so, whenever the prickly dalsur was feeling a bit softer. But now that my cock responded so readily to her teasing, she gave herself the treat of fucking me properly, filling her pussy every so often, and I think our training sessions were far from necessary at this point.
I had noticed her growing distant the past month, but it was difficult to ask her why. I was effectively her bed-warmer, her toy, not her partner, and between the complete lack of privacy in the back-room and our busy schedule in the lounge, there was little time. But for her to just throw me away? Again, after Elias? That was cold.
Yusso informed me two days later, having me lain out on the glass table I was cut apart on, when he invited a dalsur appraiser from the state of Ondora to visit before the cellar doors opened for the night. Of course I knew not to speak directly to such a man, it was one of the many rules we had learned in state school, and doing so had rarely turned out well for any dalsur who tried, but Yusso had fitted on my shock collar just in case.
“She’s quite damaged, isn’t she? I can’t even tell she used to be top-grade. And so young too, born in 2479?” the gaunt man leered, assessing every part of me with his hands. He brought with him memories of worry and uncertainty before my purchase by the Morrisset estate.
“Aye, well we found her like that,” he lied, ignoring my glare, “I’m just wondering if there are any parties in Ondora interested in such a thing.”
“Well that’s good,” the appraiser eyed him, “because to make such modifications without a proper permit would be highly illegal, and a permit would never be granted for such… harsh treatment.” His eyes glanced at my ear, my eye, my hips. His cold hands lifted my cock to see if any of my pussy was left, and within moments I was growing hard again, this tantalizing appendage forever out of my reach, while I blushed silently at him.
“Don’t worry, dear. The last dalsur I certified had thirteen or fourteen in total after bathing in a Freyanese Fountain a few years back, and hers never soften, even the one that replaced her tongue.” I shivered in fear on that cold glass table, I couldn’t imagine. The appraiser turned back to Yusso, “This one is quick to respond. Haska root in her slelf-food like the others?”
“You know me.” Yusso joked, hands up.
“I do,” The man confirmed stoically, “and I also know it’s too commonplace to even report, but that stuff is illegal for a reason. The protein builds up in their bodies, permanently, especially a small one like this.”
“Oh no, I had no idea!” Yusso laughed, and the appraiser barely hid his distaste.
I looked at both of them, aghast at how Yusso had taken even my handle over my own desires. This wasn’t me? I had begun to think I wanted this, deep down, as had many of the others, as had Alyal! This meant I wasn’t actually the slut they had wanted me to become, or was I? Was the damage done?
“Well I’ve seen enough to say no one in their right mind would invest in such a girl. Perhaps if her face were unmarred, or her breasts a little more engaging, or if she were fully female, because I have plenty of requests for limbless dalsur, but not one as damaged as this, nor one who has been passed around as much as she undoubtedly has.” And to my horror he began to pack his things. He was calling me worthless, officially worthless!
Yusso was not disappointed, indeed he was grinning the same way he had on my darkest night. “Well that’s good to know, regardless, I don’t even have her ownership papers, so I won’t go to the trouble of procuring fake ones.”
I couldn’t believe this evil elf was so blatantly flaunting his lawlessness in front of an officer of the state, but here we were. Yusso must have held more strings than I thought. “Hey, can I borrow your stray brander?”
I yelped, biting down and squirming from the pain in my throat, and the trader stopped, glancing at me then Yusso. “You wish to disown her? That’s highly unusual. I… I haven’t strayed a dalsur in years. I must say, under the state trading laws she is much too disfigured to just abandon.” He could see what was happening, he could see through Yusso’s lies, he knew what this monster had done, he had to help me!
“Well, as her legal guardian already abandoned her without sale, and I have at no point agreed to legal responsibility, I’d say we are in a grey area.”
Aian walked up with a brown paper bundle of something and placed it in the appraiser’s half-packed bag, to which he only glanced. “It seems we are…”
I remember screaming, twisting, the sting of the collar, I remember being flipped over, but all that pales in comparison to Yusso pressing that electric brand into my left ass cheek, giving me the seal of a free and unowned dalsur, a slave with no table to return to, no bed or chain to call home, no real collar. That wicked elf enjoyed his last chance to mar my skin, before the element had cooled, the appraiser had left, and my tiny body was unceremoniously thrown in a duffel bag.