'Tyler the Turboslut will lick anybody's ass, all you need to do is present it. This is nothing special, no need to acknowledge this perfectly normal everyday occurrence…'
Fuck… I felt so degraded… and that made me… I was beyond horny… my pussy was throbbing. Sadly, with my wrists bound as they were, I wasn't able to masturbate. I lay on my back in the darkness, wet as the godsdamned Niagara Falls, and sexually frustrated beyond belief. It took me a while before I was finally able to settle down again.
A half hour after Grandpa Bad Touch left, the frustrating arousal endless burning shame had simmered down somewhat. A collared, purple-skinned dark elf girl in a frilly fetish maid dress showed up to deliver my breakfast. She placed the bowl on the floor next to me, and gave me a sympathetic look.
"Oh wow, you're allowed clothes? Is that a reward for good behaviour or something?" I said with a cheeky grin.
The dark elf pulled down the collar of her dress a bit further, revealing a vicious brand on her sternum, right in the middle, near her collarbone. It was a triangular shape, the point aiming downward. Inside it was stylized collar and leash.
"I am a personal slave of my Master, Lord Anthony of House Volda. This is his mark of ownership," she explained quietly. "We are for Master's pleasure alone, not for customers or employees to use, as such they do not need to be distracted by our bodies while we perform non-sexual tasks. They are meant to use you and your fellows for their sexual relief instead."
"Ah, I guess that's lucky for you then… I was spared the worst of it, but I saw some fucked up shit yesterday. You've probably seen worse though, if you've been here longer."
"That's one way of putting it… I've indeed seen some fucked up shit." she said, smiling wryly.
"Don't suppose your master is recruiting new girls? I'd rather be on sexy maid gruel duty than torture-toy duty." I said.
"The Master only owns dark elves as his personal slaves. They must be less than one hundred years of age, and have a bust my size or larger," she said, before quietly adding, "It's because he likes the way our skin looks when it's burnt and peeled."
I immediately stopped feeling envious of her job. "That… doesn't sound very good. Maybe I don't want your job…"
"Likely not, my Master boasts of his incredible cruelty, and grants no shred of mercy to his slaves," The dark elf nodded, "Did you see Nephaline yesterday? Bound on the cross above the play room?"
"The one that was nailed to the wooden 'X,' whipped, burned, and partially flayed alive?" I said nervously.
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"The very same," the dark elf said. "She lost a bottle of wine worth two hundred gold pieces. Her life was only worth seventy gold pieces, thus, her life alone is not enough to satisfy the Master. Her punishment is to suffer endless agony until even her mind and soul are fully destroyed, only then will she be allowed to die. When it comes time for her to move on to her next life, there will be nothing left of her. Every day since her most grievous mistake, she's been tortured. She's healed and broken again, every single day without fail. Most of the time the Master does it himself, but occasionally if he's too busy, he asks his friends or employees to do it. She hasn't been spared a single day of torment since she lost the wine. That was two years ago."
"Note to self… do not fuck with Lord Anthony…" I muttered.
"A wise conclusion," the elf nodded. "Now please allow me to continue my work, or I shall be forced to join Nephaline in her torments later this evening. Please eat, I shall return for the bowl later."
"Thank you," I said.
The elven maid left, gently closing and locking the door behind her.
With my wrists bound above my head, eating a meal turned out to be a challenging affair. I had to shift myself over to the bowl, and lick up the slop like a dog eating out of the bowl. It was a horribly degrading way to eat, so of course it made my pussy tingle a bit.
No! Bad pussy! You'll probably be raped later, so just wait until then… give it a rest for now.
The slave gruel was nearly identical to the slop I fed Chloe at the church rectory hall. This time it wasn't sweetened with honey, but it wasn't bad tasting, merely bland. I'd expected them to spike it with semen, urine or something else senselessly cruel but it seemed they wanted to save all the torture for their customers.
As I ate, my mind was still on the elf from last night, Nephaline. I sighed. I was getting tired of witnessing horrifying shit. What was wrong with this world? How could this level of cruelty be normal?
The elf slave from before came a half hour later to retrieve the empty bowl. I learned this one's name was Lothelea. She wished me the best of luck with my predicament. She said the brothel's rape toys typically lasted anywhere from 2 months to a year before being killed. We were usually marked for death once we stopped responding to pokes, prods, and pain. She said I would break eventually, like everyone else.
She also suggested I could lessen my suffering by dying early. The collar would detect a low HP state and raise an alarm, so all but the most decisive of suicide attempts would be swiftly thwarted by the healers they had on standby. My best option was to endure a month or two then act catatonic and boring, convincing my new owners that I was broken and they should kill me early. I awkwardly thanked her for the 'advice,' and she left me alone in my cell again.
Thanks, but no thanks. I wasn't quite ready to give up on life yet.
I lay back down on the hay, closed my eyes, and focused on my mana again. Not getting the mind break bad end required me to escape or get rescued. I couldn't control rescue, so I focused on escape. Escape was impossible with this magic suppression collar, so bypassing or overpowering that was my new priority. Trying to power through the suppression with my Willpower stat and [Advanced Mana Manipulation] Skill alone wasn't terribly fruitful. The extra ranks I earned yesterday didn't do much to help.
Was there a weakness?
I activated my [Sense Mana] skill, and it was like a new sense was overlaid on top of my old ones. It was a spherical ball of perception, not hindered at all by walls or line of sight. I could sense the ambient mana all around me. I got a sense of position, density, and affinity type.
For the ambient mana, the position was pretty much everywhere, the density was super low, and it had no affinity at all. There was mana in the air, and the stone walls around me, but the density seemed just a little higher in open air rather than in solid materials. If I focused hard, I could even trace the outline of my cell, the hallway, and even into my neighbouring cells. Wherever there was a change in material there was a change in ambient mana density. That was handy, I realized I could use this little trick to detect hidden rooms and air pockets.
[Sense Mana] Skill has reached rank 2