“You won’t be ready for a Season for some time, sweetling, and I’m sorry I have to tell you so,”Vrayl said. Murmured really, with how quiet his growls got.“But you’ll love the venigash. They’ll make you so very full. All you’ll have todo is enjoy it. There’s no more hardship waiting for you, Asher. You’re safe with us.”
Venigashagain, also with his name. It was almost definitely something specifically for Asher.
Fantastic,Asher thought wearily. He was scared to find out what it could be, but at the same time, he was almost too exhausted from the constant fear to care. Whatevervenigashwere, he’d just have to bear it. His body would bend or it would break, and there wasn’t a single fucking thing he could do about it.
Asher closed his eyes and ground his teeth into the gag, swallowing the bitter sounds that wanted to escape him. He didn’t open his eyes when he heard the footsteps denoting Trenet’s return.
“So relaxed already,”Trenet said in his deep rumble. Asher heard the sound of something being set down on the floor next to Vrayl’s seat.“Just from having your cock inside. No wonder the Match agency suggested the takan and the kanto to help him settle.”
“He’s so soft and sweet like this,”Vrayl said.“But he’ll be even sweeter with his new jahin. Why don’t you secure the takan, my heart. Then you can give him the venigash while I hold him.”
Asher heard the tinny sound of metal—something being opened, perhaps? But he refused to open his eyes. He didn’t need to see what horrors awaited him. All he could do was get through it.
“Look at him—eyes closed, practically drifting. Let’s give him his kanto and his tirlak before the venigash to further help him settle.”
“My smart mate.”
Someone—Trenet, it had to be, as Vrayl’s hands were still very much still stroking Asher’s belly and thighs—picked upAsher’s right hand. There was a quick succession of beeps, and then the mitt was pulled off, the cuff leaving his wrist. Asher’s eyes opened automatically to look down at his hand, finally free of the awful bondage. He watched in disbelief as Trenet repeated the sequence on his left hand, freeing that too.
Had… had he been mistaken? Was he getting a break, somehow?
Vrayl’s hands moved, and then before Asher knew it, they were closing around Asher’s forearms. The Dresht’s hold was gentle but immovable. Even when Asher tried to pull away, he couldn’t make his arms move an inch.
“Hurry with the tirlak my heart,”Vrayl said.“He’s so uncertain without his mitts—he’s trying to reach for them.”
Trenet nodded and held up a strange sort of tube with a slit running the whole length of it that appeared to be made of a rubbery type of material. Asher tried to shrink back, but there was nowhere to go; Vrayl was holding him fast.
Trenet closed the tube around Asher’s left forearm, and Asher made a high note of terror when the thing sealed itself shut around his arm. He could only watch, heart pounding loudly in his ears, as Trenet closed the tube around his right forearm next, before manipulating Asher’s hands to touch his opposite elbows, sealed in place by the tube. And when Asher, chest heaving with panic, tried to lift his arms, he couldn’t see any way to get the tubeoff.His arms and hands had been completely immobilized and made entirely useless.
No!He tried to yank his hands apart, but no amount of force would move them.No, no, no!
“Quickly, the kanto next,”Vrayl said.“I think he sees the venigash and he wants them badly.”Vrayl nuzzled at Asher’s hair.“Shh, Asher, it’s alright. We’ll give them to you, we promise.”
Asher tried to throw his head back, but he was so well and truly trapped that all he did was rattle his own ears, Vrayl seemingly totally unaffected. He was so caught up in his panic that he didn’t realize Trenet had gotten much closer until his chin was held still and something dark and all-encompassing fell over his vision.
He felt a band go around his head, his hair moved out of the way of it, and then there was the tell-talebeepof it being secured into place.
And Asher’s world was completely devoid of sight.
A blindfold. One that was so secure and well-made that not even hints of light penetrated through. He’d been blindfolded and his arms had been thoroughly bound, and if Asher had thought he was at Trenet and Vrayl’s mercy before, nothing he had yet experienced compared to this.
The inside texture of the tube as well as the blindfold was cool and so smooth it was almost soft, and neither chafed. The tube was much lighter than the mitts, and didn’t make him feel dragged down with the weight of it. The blindfold appeared to fit perfectly, bridging over his nose in a way that was comfortable, and the band didn’t hurt his head or tug at his hair.
And none of that fuckingmattered,because he couldn’t use his arms or hands and he couldn’tsee.
This time Asher couldn’t hold the tears back, shaking in Vrayl’s strong arms and crying for what he’d lost. His freedom now, first and foremost, but also the life he’d left behind those three years ago. When his oldest sister smuggled him aboard the export ship, Asher had known he’d never see his family again. Never see his friends, never again set foot on the cold, familiar ground of Vader-X7. He’d tried his best to make a life on Journey-5 and he’d been doing it. It hadn’t been easy, and sometimes it felt like there had only been hardship afterhardship, between the loneliness, the rough way of living, the hunger in the winter months.
But… but Asher had thought that he could have been happy there, if he’d just tried harder. Been better. He was doing his best and he had been getting closer to a life where he could have been happy.
And now that was all gone.
Suddenly, strong hands curled around him, and Asher wailed as he was lifted up, Vrayl’s cock finally sliding out of him. He hiccuped and clenched around nothing as he was settled back on Vrayl’s thighs, leaned against his chest. What had to be a tail curled around his right ankle, pulling it to the side, and then another tail repeated the same with his left ankle, so that Asher’s legs were splayed out, his hips tilted up. Baring him more fully to the room.
The blindfold meant that he had no idea what to expect, not even a clue as to what might be coming. Asher shivered between them, tears still leaking from his eyes, unimpeded by whatever the blindfold was made of as they slid down his cheeks.
“Don’t worry, little love, they’re coming.”That was Vrayl, from behind him, his hands stroking over Asher’s skin.“You aren’t ready for a Season, but Trenet will still give you a clutch to fill you up.”
Asher jolted when something slick and warm touched his exposed hole. It… it felt too wide to be a finger. More bulbous than anything. Was it anothersenchr?Just one that was a slightly different shape?
