A Slave's Muffled Identity
Sudden nonsense. What the hell was he on about? I racked my brain trying to connect fellatio to cocktails. Maybe it's just my way of avoiding sucking dick.
"You know the cocktail called a Blowjob?"
I shook my head. No clue. First I'd ever heard of it. Naming a cocktail Blowjob in the first place, though. Cocktails had plenty of perverted names like that. I'd never cared much for that sort of thing.
Whatever. Lucas kept right on talking.
"Simple to make. Mix Kahlúa with Baileys, top it with whipped cream. When you drink it, the cream sticks to your lips."
"……."
"Just like cum. Right up my alley. Not that I drink it myself—I like feeding it to someone."
What a fucking pervert. This deviant's tastes in food were enslaved to his twisted lusts too. That's why you gotta watch out for guys with their crazy convictions...
"Urk! Uurp!"
Lucas gave a casual wave, and his subordinate grabbed my head, shoving it between his legs. His cock slid into my mouth. A filthy stench filled it completely.
He growled. "You know what happens if you graze me with those teeth, right? I won't hold back then."
"Uurk, guk, brrk, uuuurk."
No. Stop. It's disgusting. I shook my head and thrashed, but the hand pressing down was too strong. My nose crushed against him, air coming in thin gasps. Tears welled up in my blue eyes.
I glanced up at Lucas. Big mistake. He loved that expression—woman teary-eyed, gazing up pleadingly.
Now he grabbed the back of my head himself and started jerking it back and forth. His cock stiffened quickly, the glans nudging my throat with every thrust. Retching surged up each time.
"Ubrrk, uuk! Euk, uuuek."
Pathetic as it was humiliating, in this moment, the only one who could save me was Terria. That guy and no one else.
As my mouth got worked over, I desperately pondered. How can I let him know where I am? Can he figure out my kidnapper is Lucas? Possible, but it'd take too long. We needed something connecting us. The slave brand.
Thinking back, it had glowed when I tried to reveal my identity earlier. The slave brand was etched on my body too. When one lights up, so does the other. And the owner gets a vague sense of the location.
Don't reveal your identity. That was the only command hanging over me right now.
I turned the thought into action. Suck on Lucas's cock as he lounged on the sofa. Hollow my cheeks like I was drawing it in willingly. Now I was sucking him off myself. Tears streaming, I mumbled.
This was my only chance. The noise would drown it out.
"Schlurp, ahn, I'm Ariel, churp. Jjuup. Ahn, Ariel, chrrup."
I'm Ariel. I am Ariel. Each muffled utterance made the slave brand flicker. And in Terria's mind, my location was sketching itself out.
Lucas loved that I'd started moving on my own. "Ngh. Glk." He groaned in pleasure over that pathetic little thing of his.
The brand on my shoulder was half-hidden by my clothes, further veiled by my fallen hair. He might notice if he focused, but Lucas didn't.
Clinging to that slim hope, I kept murmuring.
"Chrrup, Ariel, churp. Jjuup. Ariel, nghk, schluurp."
I am Ariel. I, Ariel—
Half of it was sincere. Sure, it was to signal Terria, but part of me desperately wanted to scream it: I am Ariel. Every time I said it, it felt like Ariel was fading from the world, and it hurt.
No one would listen. No one could listen. And my body seemed to be memorizing the cock's feel, its shape, its smell—getting used to it in a way that turned my stomach.
—Schlurp. Chuuup. Schluup. Uurp. Hss. Bruuup.
The suspicion faded from Lucas's face as he savored the pleasure. No wonder. Here I was, sucking dick like a whore.
He'd occasionally bark orders—how to swirl my tongue, purse my lips—like the sleazy prick he was. My mouth grew more skilled to match.
Beastkin were sensitive to smells. And smells were the first sense to go numb. The cock's fishy reek no longer registered.
The one mercy? His dick was so pathetically short, it never reached my throat. Hkk, hng. I wiped my tears, thinking that as I went.
The massive suite echoed only with the sounds of a female slave slurping cock.
How long had I been at it? My jaw throbbed like it might unhinge, aching fiercely. Precum clung sticky to my palate and tongue. Saliva leaked past my lips, stringing out long.
My tongue burned raw. I want to stop. Please, stop. Some women got off on sucking dick, they said. Not me. Not even a little.
—Jjuub. Ubrrk. Uurp. Churp.
Now I mumbled silently. Help me. You're my master. Masters protect their slaves. Sorry. Sorry for wandering off without you. I was wrong. Please. Save me.
Then Lucas's hips twitched. Instinct screamed it: he was right on the edge. Balls drawing up, prepping to blow.
No. Not this. No. Don't cum. Stop. Terria. Help. You bastard. This is your fault. You stole my body. Hkk, if not for you. No.
If I hadn't put that choker on you. Stupid. Idiot. No.
I won't blame you. Just come. I won't say anything. Save me.
—BOOM! The suite door exploded inward.
A man strode in. He tossed a potion vial into the air. Terria.
Bang! It burst, spewing smoke that choked the room thick.
As Lucas lurched up from the sofa in panic, I clamped down—crunch—biting his cock.
Regrettable. My aching jaw couldn't bite harder. It sank deep midway but didn't sever, just dangled grotesquely.
"Gaaahhh! Aaaagh! Uuugh, uwaaagh!"
Blood poured from his dick. Lucas writhed in agony. "Gaaaaah—!" he kept howling.
His subordinate started chanting. Terria had no intention of letting him—more vials flew.
—Hummm. Anti-magic potion. A potent field smothered the suite. Tricky to dispel.
Why Terria had it, who knew. Didn't matter.
Terria knew how to fight without magic. Alchemist style.
Hands bound, I staggered up and stumbled toward him through the haze. Vision blurred, but I locked on the pale silhouette.
"Terria—!"
"You…."
Hic. His glare was terrifying for a second. It made me hiccup. Why? Why look at me like that? I suffered. I suffered so much.
Terria's expression softened like he'd talk later, wrapping an arm around my waist. He pulled another vial from his pocket and hurled it.
Flashes, blasts, smoke everywhere.
Pain eased, Lucas staggered up, eyes bulging as he chanted dispel. Blood still streamed between his legs.
I blurted urgently. "We gotta go… it won't hold long…."
"I know."
Even Lucas could crack an anti-magic field soon. Terria couldn't use magic—potions were his full arsenal.
Already he'd freed my wrists. Hands loose now.
His subordinate charged us.
"Hold on tight," Terria whispered.
He scooped under my knees, lifting me princess-style. My arms looped around his neck, clinging.
Thump, thump. My heart hammered nonstop.
"Grab that fucker—!" Lucas bellowed.
Bang! Bang! Terria lobbed vials as we bolted from the suite. Potions hit minions dead-on, exploding to block their path.
The commotion sent hallway guests fleeing. Hotel security rushed from afar.
Terria must've tipped them off—they ignored us.
Security stormed the suite as we slipped past to the stairs.
We ran forever. No sign of pursuers behind.
Gasping, we made it back to our room. A guard stood at the door.
Inside, door shut. Haaaah— Tension shattered; my body went limp.
I slid down the wall, collapsing. And my mind flashed to the cock I'd just sucked.
Huuua, huu. Deep breaths, then—urrk—dry heaving.
"Urk. Uuuuurp. Uuueeech!"
I retched like I'd spew my guts, but only bile-mixed spit dribbled out. The wrenching squeezed fresh tears.
Hair swept the floor, picking up grime and puke, but I didn't notice.
A hollow laugh escaped. Ha, haha, haa, ahahat, ah, aaa….
The quiet room, the relief of threat gone—it struck me as absurdly funny in reverse. What I'd just endured felt too ridiculous, like it hadn't happened to me. Unreal, like a dream that fades on waking, eventually forgotten.
But it was real.
The laugh twisted into sobs, tears pouring.
I didn't want to cry, but they wouldn't stop.
"Uuuh… uuk, uuueu, hng! Hkkp, uuhk!"
I wept to wash away thoughts of that twitching cock. Filthy. I sucked it. I sucked that thing.
Sobbing, I screamed inside. Give it back. Give me my body back.
But I knew Terria wouldn't. This wouldn't sway him. If it could, he wouldn't have come.
Shouldn't have gone out. Stayed locked in the room. I'm powerless like this.
Should've let me reveal myself. Then I'd be Ariel-who-can't-use-magic, body-swapped Ariel. Dumb Ariel, ripe for mockery.
"Hkk, hng! Uuk…, uuhk! Hss, hkkp! Uuhk…."
Tears flowed endlessly. I wasn't this weepy before, but no stopping them now.
I wanted to rewind three hours. Yesterday. Before the swap. Turn life back.
Terria just watched silently. Cry it out. That's what his eyes said.
"Hwaaaang! Hkkp! Uwaaaang! Hwaaaang!"
I wailed brokenly. It hurt. Everything in the world hurt.