Sam felt sick through most of the next day, the memory of last night burned into his brain. His compliance with Lyria was mostly silent, a grunt in affirmation given where it was needed. The elf seemed content with the silence. If anything she was in an extremely good mood though he supposed last night had given her quite the ego boost. She hummed through her morning routine and treated him much the same as before. Only it felt different to him. It felt more... assured, like she knew he wasn't going to resist her.
As he lay awake while she was at work he felt hollow inside. It was like he'd reached some mental crossroads and found himself unable to go one way or the other. On the one hand he valued his independence and saw the possibility of letting Lyria domesticate him as distasteful. He had conceded to her on a number of points but still he had resisted in his own way, refusing the idea that he belonged to her. Somehow the very idea seemed like it would make him lesser, that part of him would die.
On the other hand he had tried everything to remain independent and nothing had succeeded or bore fruit. He'd disrespected her and forced her to punish him, a punishment that occasionally haunted his nightmares. He'd refused her help and found himself unable to do the simple things without it. He'd even tried to climb the only barrier between him and the rest of the home and found it had pushed him down. It seemed so very easy to just give up. To just let Lyria have her way and do as she pleased.
The internal conflict was soul rending. The thought of being the elf's plaything, placidly letting her do whatever she wanted, made him want to vomit. Yet at the same time he remembered his arousal when they had first met, the authority that dripped in her voice as she ordered him around. He enjoyed it on some level. It would make everything in his life so much simpler if he just stopped caring about resisting her. Would being Lyria's pet really be such a horrible fate? Her honeyed promises from last night echoed in his mind, sliding into his thoughts.
"No!" He yelled aloud, slapping himself.
He looked quite the miserable sight for his nearly two weeks of living with the elf. Fading bruises still adorned his body and his hair was growing out a little more than he normally allowed. A slight shade of a stubble had formed over his chin and his eyes were ringed with dark circles. He had thinned out a bit for the starvation from before, still only just beginning to recover from it. Looking over himself he knew well what resistance had gotten him, a life of misery and frustration.
Even still he couldn't bring himself to just let Lyria make him hers. He had pleaded with her last night to take him with her but still he rationalized it as being emotionally distressed. What would he do for the rest of his life then? Live out his days in the elf's discarded footwear, drifting through this existence? It seemed so hollow and empty and lonely. He'd push Lyria away out of fear for losing himself. Wouldn't that kind of living be a loss of himself in another way entirely? Sam didn't know but the alternative still filled him with icy fear.
The next day came, followed by the next, followed by a week. He kept to himself as much as possible, settling on isolation but for brief interactions with Lyria. The elf was apathetic about the entire affair, watching him with disinterest. Sam just tried to keep himself from falling to the desire to give into the elf. He started refusing her offers again and found himself stuck at one meal a day once again. In the isolation he tortured himself with his own thoughts as his dreams were continually haunted by the night by the steps.
Then there were days where he was simply angry. Where he lashed out at everything and punched the walls of his home. He even had turned his anger to Lyria.
"Damn you, elf, why are you doing this to me? Does it get you off to torment me, bitch!? Answer me!"
She'd punished him for that one. This time it had been tying him with three rubber bands and tossing him in a dark shoebox for the rest of the day. A sort of time out where everything was darkness. It reminded him of the first day he'd been shrunk and was in that damn testing lab. Time had passed agonizingly slow in the box. Every minute had felt like an hour. He'd screamed in anger for a long while until finally settling down. The entrapment in the cardboard prison hadn't been as horrific as the water bottle but it was certainly unpleasant. It was only him trapped with his thoughts in there.
After the punishment he'd gone back to being quiet for most of the time. Days blended together and time was only measured by the basic interactions he had with Lyria. The elf's schedule was the only reason he probably remained somewhat sane. He was certain that sanity was fraying as time passed. She didn't seem to care overmuch, going about her days without a care in her world. As long as he wished it the elf appeared willing to just let him be on his own. She barely acknowledged he even existed, just giving him the basics of attention and treatment.
It had been like that since he had arrived. Besides the odd punishment for disrespecting her authority Lyria typically just ignored him unless he allowed her to do something. Part of him wanted to go back to asking her about her day, to actually making conversation with her. The other part feared any interaction with the elf after that night. The fear of becoming her pet was still very much prominent in his mind. Over the days however he made note of empty his life was becoming, just as he had also feared. He had no goals beyond living, nothing to aspire to, and nothing to fight besides Lyria's poisonous desires. He was drifting through life rather than living it.
The turning point for him happened exactly two and a half weeks after the incident on the steps. Lyria had left a bit after coming back from work, barely offering him a thought in her mind. She was away for hours into the night until the door finally opened. With it came the sound of unfamiliar and slightly unsteady giggling from a distinctly feminine source. Two pairs of heels clacked upon the tiled floor. Sam immediately felt alert, peeking out of his little home cautiously to see what the commotion was about and managed to catch snippets of conversation.
The unfamiliar voice came first, her voice heavily slurred. "Woah! You weren't kidding when you said this place was nice! ...So where's that beer you were talking about Lyria?"
Next came Lyria. "My my, someone's impatient. Fridge, bottom shelf."
"Ah ha! Woah." The sound of stumbling heels followed.
"Careful, dear, here let's go have a sit down." Lyria said.
The footfalls were coming closer towards his direction and he moved a little back into the toe section to ensure he wasn't seen. Soon enough both emerged into the living room. Lyria was granting a steadying arm to a rather attractive looking young human woman. Her hair was dyed dark blue and cut at the neck and she wore a black leather jacket and a ripped pair of jeans. She wobbled in her pair of spiked heels as she walked. When she turned her head slightly Sam noticed the glint of several piercings on her right ear and she was holding a bottle of open beer in her left hand.
Lyria led her over to the couch, wearing that same cheap dress she had worn when he had first met her. Her movements were utterly unimpaired from whatever she had been drinking, as graceful and controlled as ever. When she set her down she moved towards the chair that overlooked Sam's home. She sat back gracefully and pushed the heels Sam dwelled in slightly to the side with her feet. Once that was done she stripped of her cheap heels and tossed them aside, flexing and curling her toes in the cool air.
"Heh, I'm with you there. These fuckers are too hard to walk in." The blue haired woman said, tearing her footwear off and placing her feet on the glass table.
The woman gulped down a bit of her drink though Sam figured she was a bit too far gone for needing more. Lyria's brow twitched ever so when the other woman put her feet up on her furniture, eliciting a warning look to the party goer she'd brought back. Though obviously very drunk the woman had enough common sense to catch the icy look and put her feet back down on the floor.
"Sorry 'bout that, girl. Shit, are you like loaded or something? This place looks damn big!" She said.
Lyria smirked. "Something like that."
"I share my place with like three other girls and it's still pretty small."
"Oh? Three? Were they at the club?"
The young woman snorted. "Nah, they think it's a distraction. They all have sticks up their asses about doing proper things and shit. Going to school, blah, blah." She said with an airy wave.
Lyria chuckled as she took a sip from her wineglass. "But not you?"
"Pffft, that stuff is boring. My parents were pissed when I dropped out, called me a deadbeat. I still pay my part of rent, not like I'm not self-sufficient." The woman said, her expression darkening a bit.
"Sounds like you've got things figured out." Lyria commented.
"Damn straight. Besides, occasionally I get to run into beautiful elves and they let me buy them a drink." She said, giving the elf a look of drunken desire.
It dawned on Sam that she was repeating the same thing she'd done to him with this woman. Obviously there were less guns involved and a lot more booze but the young woman had been drawn into Lyria's little web. A spark of something shot through his heart as he watched. Was it jealousy? The elf hadn't brought home anyone here before like this so maybe he was feeling territorial. It was completely silly but the fact it was actually there terrified Sam more than he cared to admit.
Lyria spun the ruby liquid in her glass. "Beautiful? Flattery is a nice quality in my pets, but I'm looking for a lot more than that." She remarked almost disinterestedly.
The woman giggled. "Pet huh, do I get a little collar that has a tag with the name 'Sally' on it?"
Lyria offered Sally a little smile. "Only if I take a liking to you."
The human set her beer down. "Just tell me what to do, Lyria."
The elf's eyes sharpened at that. "First off it's not 'Lyria' to you. You'll call me Lady Lyria or Mistress. Understood?"
Another drunken giggle. "Yes, Mistress."
Sam watched Lyria at work and saw an almost mirror image playing out before him. She had probably gotten bored with his attitude or something and had opted to have fun in different ways. He supposed it was rather something to be expected as Lyria herself hadn't been getting any action since he moved in. The exception was that night on the steps but he doubted that particularly counted. The elf was her own person with needs and wants, but part of his mind thought it was him that should be providing those for her. A part he crushed out as soon as it rose its ugly head.
"Strip." Lyria ordered.
The young woman stood and started to quickly remove her clothing until Lyria stopped her. "Stop. Not so fast. Slowly." She commanded.
Sally gave her a naughty look and slowed her stripping. Sam watched on and felt more than a little voyeuristic for his viewing. He felt himself growing rather aroused as the pretty young woman stripped. She was probably his age, maybe just a tad older. Another giantess that towered over him, unaware he was even there. Lyria knew he was there most likely and could have taken this into her bedroom but obviously didn't care to. Why would she?
Each article of clothing was slowly peeled from her tanned skin, discarded across the living room with a few tosses. Her bra landed over the heel next to the one he currently hid in, heavy perfume wafting from the article of clothing. Her the soft globes of her breasts were a bit bigger than Lyria's and her entire form seemed a bit more well rounded. Sally represented a human beauty in all of her glory, each inch of her flesh desirable in some manner. Sam traced the patterns of a few tattoos on her body, one of a stabbed heart poised where her own was, another of an elaborate grim reaper on her back, and a series of Kanji lettering down her lower leg. She eventually stood naked before Lyria, displaying her form with very little restraint or embarrassment. The elf set her glass down on the table and sat back in her chair.
"Give me a dance." She commanded.
The drunken party goer slowly started to sway her hips and move her body in an erotic fashion, her naked breasts swaying slightly. She moved closer towards Lyria with each motion, when she got close enough she turned and displayed her ample rump to the elf. She was all over Lyria, her movements hardly graceful and it was a pretty simple dance but judging from the way he noted the elf shift in her chair it was at least somewhat effective. Sam found his own arousal at the sight grow the more he watched.
From what he understood from Lyria the point of these things was not just eroticism for the sake of it but rather a form of control. Telling the person in question to do something and the act being carried out. No matter how humiliating it was she obviously took great enjoyment in forcing people to bow to her whims. Sam recalled when she had done it to him the acts had turned him one quite a bit. None of them had been sexual but all of them had possessed the constant threat of danger looming overhead. She knew her partners quite well it seemed.
Lyria gripped the human roughly by the ass and pulled her up onto her lap. The elf cupped her other hand over her breast and started fondling it, earning a low groan from the human. Sam swallowed hard as he watched the act, trying very hard to look away but finding that quite difficult. Watching Lyria work was a pleasure in and of itself. He didn't need to be on the receiving end of her attentions to find them enjoyable.
"Not bad, not the best either. I'm still not sure you're up to being my cute little pet, human." Lyria said at length.
"Ahhh... please Mistress, give me another chance..." Sally moaned, biting her lower lip as the elf played with her breast.
"Hmm... alright. I want you to get down on the ground and kiss my feet." The elf purred.
She continued to play with the human for a moment before releasing her and letting the drunken woman go to task. Sam felt his arousal skyrocket painfully as he watched the young woman place her lips Lyria's toes. The memory of being caught between the wonderfully soft digits as they wriggled around him was quite prominent. The drunken woman's tongue peeked out and she sloppily worshipped at the elf. The domineering woman looked quite pleased, her own face flushing from the attentions.
Sally looked up at Lyria with drunken mischief as she took the elf's big toe into her mouth. The flawless metahuman gasped in surprise, her composure cracking slightly as the human suckled at the digit. The diminutive onlooker swallowed hard, his mouth dry as the shorter woman lavished the elf with attention. The intoxicated woman clearly knew what spots to hit her 'mistress' at. Lyria looked very much caught off guard by the actions, trying to regain her shell and failing as her blush deepened.
After a few more moments she stopped Sally. "Enough. That was... satisfactory." Lyria stated, standing before undressing herself.
The living room was a mess of scattered lingerie as the two naked giantesses played their games. Sam watched Lyria help her lover to her feet and accepted a sloppy kiss from the human. She reciprocated, locking lips with the blue haired party goer passionately. Her hands trailed up and down her back, pulling the human into her possessively. The diminutive man found his hand straying lower despite himself as he watched these veritable goddesses at play. He found his jealousy giving way to desire, silently wishing he was involved in their affections.
Sally squeaked as Lyria allowed one of her hands to stray lower towards the drooling lips between her legs. The pair fell to the carpeted floor, a tangle of flesh and hair. Lyria was above Sally as her fingers played with the human's arousal with expert ease. The human woman's foot ended up brushing against the heel Sam was in, giving him a nice close up. He noted the freshly applied pink nail polish and felt his around grow at the closeness. His own ministrations grew more feverish as a result.
The drunken woman moaned as the elf worked her magic, gazing up in disappointment when Lyria suddenly stopped. She smirked down at the human. "Not quite yet pet, you have to work for the finishing act. I have my own needs that need to be satisfied." She said.
Sally pouted before offering a mischievous smirk and moving lower below Lyria. The elf held herself up on her elbows and the balls of her feet, but ended up finding balance rather hard to keep up as the human started moving her head up and lapped at her own dripping lower lips. Sam watched on as the human worked, desperate to get the release she had just been promised. She drew sweet moans and cries from the elf, who was just straining to keep from falling over her lover.
Lyria did not last long from these attentions, crying out as the fruits of Sally's labors were greedily guzzled down. Sam ended up spending himself once Lyria found her release, biting his lower lip to keep from making too loud a sound. He suspected Lyria would not be too happy trying to explain away his presence. As he fell on his side and stared out at the two titans he was only vaguely aware that his owner had mounted the party goer and was going to town on her judging from the squeals that were being ripped from Sally's throat.
They all culminated in a loud cry of sheer pleasure, the drunken woman achieving her desperately desired release at Lyria's hands. The elf licked at her fingers as she peered down at the exhausted woman. A smirk adorned her lips as she allowed herself to lie down beside her on the floor, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into her. Sally looked very content from limited view Sam had of the two titanesses.
"You make for a very fine, pet, Sally." Lyria purred.
A breathless giggle followed by a yawn. "Does that mean I get that collar?" She asked.
Lyria chuckled. "Mmm... depends on if I want a follow up performance or not." The elf said.
The human kissed the elf before shifting so her ass was brushing up against the other woman. Lyria reciprocated by shifting so she was holding her from behind and kissed at the blue haired human's neck affectionately. Sam felt his jealousy skyrocket at how Lyria acted towards Sally, gentle and as tender as could be in the aftermath of their exertions He hated himself for the emotion as he had spent the last couple of weeks denying Lyria. Watching her as she played with another, toying with another 'pet', it grated at him no matter how much he denied it.
The two fell asleep on the floor of the living room and Sam followed soon after, his mind whirling with the erotic acts he had borne witness to. His dreams were filled with the two giantesses, their acts playing out again and again through the night.