Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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The now-nameless slaveboy looked around the crowded hall at the array of bare human flesh on display, which elves – all female, he noticed – were busy inspecting and buying. All across the sumptuous, marbled hall with its grand skylights and rich, otherworldly paintings, were stout iron posts to which naked slaves like him were shackled. He had been stroked, fondled, measured and violated by about a hundred elves since the sale had begun a few hours ago, and so had the group of friends he had been brought through the portal with.
The curvy female one with the blonde, curly hair– he couldn't remember any of their names – was doing best with the attention, and he thought he could see that her pussy was even glistening a bit. They had gotten over seeing each other naked since being enslaved a few days before, and when she caught him looking at her, she just gave him a reassuring smile, but tinged with something else. Sadness? Regret? Fear? Did she really believe everything was going to be OK? Maybe it would for her – she was beautiful.
The other two males were both struggling against their shackles and chains, which the nameless slave knew was useless, but he could not speak to tell them so, for his voice had been magicked away somehow. They were an unlikely group, but when they'd celebrated the last of their eighteenth birthdays just a few weeks before, they had sworn to stay together and look out for each other as long as they could. The nameless slave had relied on the two larger males – sporty and strong – for protection throughout their school days, and the female had joined their friendship group because they readily accepted her bisexuality. Now here they were, all together, but perhaps for the last time
Since coming through the elven portal, the nameless male had seen nothing of the fifth member of their class who had been taken the same day, during the gas explosion that would otherwise have claimed their lives. He remembered her mostly as a bully, hot but unattainable, someone who had delighted in being the centre of attention while, perhaps, being just as insecure as the rest of them. In the last few weeks, she'd started to hang out with their group more. He wondered if she was the reason they'd been abducted.
A new elf approached the nameless male, tall and thin with wide, soft eyes and a heart-shaped face, with creamy chocolate skin and long black wavy hair. She came in really close and fondled his cock, weighed his balls in her hand, and then caressed his arse. The elf ran her hands over his legs and arms, down his torso, picking out the muscles he had there and lingering on his small, delicate feet. She even licked his skin, and seemed to enjoy the taste. The same thing happened with the other three humans in the group, then the elf snapped her fingers to summon one of the sale-house staff.
"I'll buy these four. Here's the gold."
"Thank you very much. Would you like them delivered? We have a ponyboy-drawn cart ready and waiting for only a little extra."
"No. We'll walk. Please get them out of their shackles so I can put mine on."
From a bag, the elf produced long, thin chains and cuffs, and as each slave was released from their display post, she hobbled their legs and cuffed their hands to chains that ran around their waists, on on either side of their body. The slaves were linked together with more chains, in single file, with the two larger males at the back, and the female at the front. The elf attached a long leash to the female and pulled them all out of the sale hall and into the city streets.
The city shone in the midday sun. Its buildings were mostly of the same white stone or terracotta, and tended towards low and sprawling. There were many fine gardens, small parks, fountains, courtyards, and little hills and streams that were dotted all throughout the landscape. The nameless male drank it all in and tried not to notice how many eyes were staring at him, in the chained up line. He saw many other slaves, but almost none were bound as he was, which puzzled him.
He knew better than to try and pull away as they wove their way through the city streets. Any attempt at resistance or violence would trigger the sick, disabling magic that made his limbs go loose and his stomach turn, so that he had to gag and suck in breaths just to keep from vomiting everywhere. They had all learned that lesson the first day they'd been captured.
Along the way, the last male in line was unchained and taken into a shop, whose sign said 'Bespoke Transformations'. They left him there and made their way further into the centre of the town. The nameless male noticed how the city now changed. Fewer houses, more businesses, more crowded streets, and a dazzling array of things happening. He passed groups of exercising slaves, carts pulled by stout ponyboys and ponygirls, small slave markets flogging their wares, and dozens of businesses promising slave clothes, slave equipment, slave this and slave that, until his head spun with it all.
They finished their journey in the entertainment district, in a five-storey building whose first two floors had been made into a stylish bar that was heavy on black leather, with cages dotted about and a stage that could be seen from the whole of the ground floor. It was clearly not open yet, for there were no staff or customers around. The elf took them up the stairs to the top floor, where she unlocked a door and was greeted by eight other slaves in various states of undress, in their bustling shared living quarters that took up the whole floor.
"Slaves, stand in inspection position at the end of your beds!" yelled the elf.
The slaves snapped to attention with their hands on heads and legs spread wide, and the elf brought her chained-up new acquisitions into the room and shut the door behind them. The nameless male looked around the room. There were dressers and wardrobes stuffed full of costumes and sex clothes, but nothing normal. No jeans or t-shirts here. Six of the slaves were female and two male. The beds they stood in front of all had chains and shackles attached to the bedposts, and each of the slaves had what looked like their name tattooed on their belly.
"Maitre D and Strawberry, come here," said the elf.
The oldest female slave, who looked like she was in her mid-thirties, was a curvy brunette who wore a black formal jacket and nothing else. She was joined by a little waif of a slavegirl with strawberry-red hair, and they took the new slaves through the living quarters, about another twenty metres, and through a door into a huge tiled bathroom, which had several showers mounted together in the ceiling, and four huge baths that could easily fit six people each.
All around the room were iron rings driven right into the walls themselves, all set fairly high, and the new slaves were unlocked only to be reshackled to these. The nameless male noticed that none of the other slaves were bound, and they wore only collars, no cuffs or chains. The slavegirls left briefly and came back with spreader bars, with which they opened the new slaves' legs wide. The elf declared herself satisfied.
"Maitre D, I'm leaving the big male and the female as they are. What do you think about the dancer here?"
"Mistress Espra, he would look more the part if he were even more androgynous, I think."
"Good girl, my thoughts also."
The elf got in close to the nameless male and ran her hands along all parts of his body she could find, even his face and head, and she lingered on his cock and balls. He felt the charge of magic as it seeped into his body, felt it tingle and surge and zap, then he felt like his whole body was caught in a fine net that was compressing it down.
"He'll take half an hour, so depilate the other two first and then do him last. I need to rest – that was powerful magic – so come get me in an hour. I've already extended the non-violence spell – they can't hurt you and they can't escape the building, but they might be jumpy and flighty, so don't let them down until I come back."
"Yes, mistress!" said the two slavegirls in unison.
The nameless male watched as the other two new slaves were treated with some kind of cream that burned away all their body hair and left them completely smooth and looking very vulnerable. The strange shrinking, tightening sensation continued to pervade his body. Was it his imagination? No. It wasn't. His body was getting thinner, tighter, it was reshaping itself to leave him more boyish and slimmer, closer to that of a skinny girl of his age but with obvious boyish touches. One of the slavegirls brought a free-standing mirror over to him so he could see it happen.
He became shorter – only 5'8" - and thinner – perhaps eight stone. His arms and legs had lost what little bulk they had, and his face had taken on a more youthful vigour, but with tighter lines that erased the difference between male and female and left him somewhere in between. His cock too, that shrank a little, and his balls retracted up a bit as his scrotum got tighter. He still had straight hips, but with a painfully thin waist and ribs clearly on show through his gossamer white skin. His hair rearranged itself to a pixie cut, messy and choppy. He did look good, but this was a whole new side to himself.
Strawberry came over and carefully creamed his skin with the burning substance, then she wiped away the cream and left the nameless male's body shining and smooth all over. She made a show of checking that his cock and balls were completely hairless, and to the nameless male's surprise, his cock grew hard in her hands and became completely erect, to a size much larger than it had ever done before. He sighed with partial relief – his manhood was now both smaller and bigger. What a strange world he had been plunged into.
A while later, the elf who now owned him returned. Her features looked healthier than when she had left, and clearly she had recovered from the worst effects of using the magic on the nameless male. She was dressed in black leather, with a whip hanging off her belt on one side, and a crop on the other. The nameless male trembled at the sight of those implements.
"Good girls, Maitre D and Strawberry. Now, stand to attention and watch. New slaves, welcome to the Dark Side, my bar and brothel. You lucky things are my newest attractions, and we will be putting you to work this very evening, so enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasts. You need names, and as my property, I will choose these for you. You, the big boy, sports player or whatever you were. Your mind is very primitive, isn't it? A nice, simple hunk of man-meat, if only an eighteen year old. Hmm I think that's what I'll call you, Manmeat."
The newly named slave bucked in his chains as a magic spell, guided by his owner's fingers, branded the name 'Manmeat' into his belly for all to see. The elf inserted it into his mind, and those of all the slaves in the building, at the same time. They now knew his new name with absolute certainty. The nameless male stood awed at her mental and magical power. Any remaining hopes of escape were fading fast.
"You, the curvy blonde girl. Your mind is beautiful, quiet, submissive. You're an absolute natural slave, you know. I'm going to call you Curves. And finally, you, the boy dancer. I see in your mind you got a lot of stick for studying dance, but you stuck to your ambitions, and now, here you are, in the perfect job for as long as I choose to keep you. You need a cute name for a cute little thing. Let me think... Hmmm. I know! Starlet. It really suits you."
