New Entry For The Poll Driven “She Was Too Low Level” Story Featuring Thalris

You can find the new entry below the break or read the story in its current entirety HERE.

Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: This is a short entry at just above 1,000 words. It leans heavy into misogyny and dehumanization kink, as well as featuring ample cum consumption.

This is the winner of the previous entry’s poll:

The story will jump ahead, letting us know enough time has passed for them to travel to a few more stops and pick up a few more girls. Who they are won’t be explored yet as Thalris’ focus will be on the two Adventurers. When not being actively trained she’s been given the job of “keeping the fuckmeat clean”. Both Adventurers are now mindbroken and unresponsive, kept on beds to be used by the slavers as “cum toilets”. Thalris has to clean them up after each use, but can only use her mouth to do so. We’ll see she’s so broken by this point she’s started to enjoy it, playing with herself and eating the semi-unresponsive women out as she cleans the cum out of them.’’

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Time had passed but Thalris had no idea how much. Why should she? Time only mattered to people and she wasn’t people anymore. She was property now, just a thing that did what it was told when it was told. When she was in her traveling box she was just a shelved thing waiting till it was time to be used again. When she was removed it was time to be a thing that served and performed.

The nightmare she’d been living had turned into a dream of ecstatic, indulgent sexual joy and THAT had turned into a wonderful reality Thalris had fully embraced. There was even joy in the degradation and humiliation she was often made to endure. It was all worth it for if she did good she got to perform while the men who owned her trained her so she could become more valuable merchandise.

Enough time had passed for the sex slavers to pick up several more women. Who they were and how they were being trained wasn’t something Thalris had paid any attention to. When outside of her traveling box and not being actively trained she’d been given duties to carry out that filled all of her time.

The two captive Adventurers, now as much property as she was, were where her focus was kept anytime she wasn’t sleeping or being trained by the leader of the slavers. The defiant Adventurer was now like the other, her mind broken and as unresponsive as her former compatriot.

By the time Thalris was removed from her traveling box and brought into whatever temporary hideout they were stopped in the two women would already “set up”. The first time she’d been shown to their “station” Strood had explained. “They are things now too,” he’d told Thalris. “You, you’re still a woman in a way, but not them. That’s an important distinction with their minds as they are right now. You can’t think of them as things AND women, they’re JUST things. They’re literally just fuckmeat at this point. We’ll be keeping them tied to bed like this, drooling with their legs spread so my boys can use them as cum toilets any time they need to drain their balls.”

Thalris had nodded in understanding. As they’d picked up more women to turn into sex slaves she’d seen the training had grown more intensive. It wasn’t just fucking the women into submission, it wasn’t even always sexual. And sometimes, after training that didn’t require the slavers to fuck the women, the men needed relief.

There was also the fact that not all the slavers helped with the training, some were just muscle. Those men needed relief more than the others as seeing their fellow slavers getting to sexually train women all day left them excited and often frustrated. With the two “cum toilets” they could get the relief they needed anytime, something that seemed to go a long way towards keeping the slavers’ moral up.

Strood confirmed that was important. “Keeps the boys happy and leaves the valuable merchandise more time to be trained up. Some of the merchandise is fancy and needs to be treated a bit better. Them grunts that guard us, they can get a bit rough, know what I mean?”

Thalris nodded. She’d seen what he meant. She’d FELT what he meant. It had bothered her at first but she’d started to look at those sexual encounters as just performances that were more challenging than the others.

“But look at the fuckmeat,” Strood had gone on. “Been barely set up an hour and they’re already a mess.”

“I see,” Thalris told him. The living cum toilets were covered in sexual fluids. It mostly leaked from their fuck holes, but plenty had been sprayed and splattered across their naked bodies along with their faces.

 “Been having a couple of the boys wash ‘em off before we pack up and head out, but I’ve decided they deserve better. They deserve CLEAN cum toilets. And with us getting more and more merchandise I just can’t spend as much time focusing on you. So when I’m not training you up you’ll be given the job of keeping these cum toilets clean.”

He grabbed Thalris by the hair and yanked her to the bed one of the Adventurers was tied to. “Clean it,” he commanded, shoving her onto the limp, mess-covered woman. “But you can only use your mouth,” he continued with a cruel, satisfied sneer. “Start with this one. Lick it clean. Start at its face then work your way down to its pussy. That will need extra work, you’ll have to get your tongue deep in its cunt to try and lap as much cum out of it as you can.”

Strood crossed his arms and said, “Well? Get to it! I’ll watch you clean this one off to make sure you’re doing right.”

When Thalris started licking the cum toilet’s face clean Strood nodded. “Good but remember to always be performing for the men around you. Clean the cum toilet sexily as if someone is watching. Even if no man is watching you a good sex slave should always be acting like they are being watched.”

After Thalris worked her way to the cum toilet’s pussy Strood clicked his tongue in disapproval. “No, no, no. Not like that. Maybe if this was your ONLY job that would be good enough, but you’re merchandise that still needs plenty of training. Use this as a chance to practice and refine your skill eating pussy. There’s a small chance a woman will purchase you. Even if one doesn’t most men like to see two women going at it. Eating pussy is a good skill for a sex slave to have.”

Stop after stop Thalris did her job, licking and sucking each of the cum toilets clean after a man used them for relief. Soon she wasn’t looking at it as a chore she’d been given to fill time, she was looking at it as just another performance. It was a chance to perfect her erotic skills, to perform lewdly for any man who might be watching her, and to practice eating pussy.

She’d gotten so into it that now while going down on the cum toilets to clean their pussies out she always ended up moaning in delight and playing with herself. Often she’d get so into it she’d keep going till she either got herself off or was pulled away from the cum toilet so one of the slavers could drain a fresh load of cum into it.

It was a wonderful life she was living now, but she knew this was just the beginning. She had no idea how much time was left before they reached the auction. Till then there would be more training. More time to refine her erotic skills and perfect her sexual performances. It was all just a warmup. The auction was what she was being prepared for. She was property and only after she was sold would her REAL life begin.

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