A Starlet is Born

"Why don't I feel more self-conscious?" asked Starlet.

"It's the mind control magic. It's too much of a break from our old world to this one, so they take away some of your shame and inhibitions. Not all of them, but you'll lose those in time too, and then you'll be a happy little slave like me. Or she'll sell you and someone else can break you the hard way."

"What?"

"New slaves usually have a month or two to prove themselves, or else Mistress Espra loses patience and sells them on, often to someone of a sadistic frame of mind. I've had a few other owners, and she's by far the best. You want to keep this gig if you can, Starlet. I really mean that. It's not a bad life, and we get a lot of time to ourselves in the day, though the nights and evenings are intense. Let yourself enjoy it, really enjoy it. She can read your mind so she'll know if you're trying. Your friend Manmeat will benefit from the same advice when he's done with his punishment."

"I'll tell him," said Starlet, unsure if the message would get across, or if he believed it himself.

"I hate to interrupt," said Strawberry, "but we need to find your colour, so come stand here and let's start trying things on."

She had Starlet stand next to his bed, where Strawberry had dumped a pile of clothes. The room thronged with slaves getting 'ready', to serve in the bar or the brothel, he supposed. He could see that Curves was already trying on some stocking and skirts that really made the most of her figure. Strawberry handed Starlet a red satin thong and watched as he put it on. The satin felt luxurious and the style was not quite feminine, not quite masculine.

"I don't think that's the right colour for him," said Scrumptious.

"I agree," said Strawberry, "try the pink one instead."

Starlet found it strange to pull down his thong, exposing himself to all eyes again, then put an even sluttier one on instead. This one was hot pink and really showed where his cock and balls pressed against the fabric.

"No," said Scrumptious, "doesn't work with his pale skin. Try black."

Starlet put on the black satin thong and the other two slaves rejected it in favour of a mint green one, which they thought almost worked. They tried white next, which split their opinions. Scrumptious professed that he thought it made Starlet look divine, while Strawberry thought it was almost invisible against the slaveboy's chalky white skin. Scrumptious said that was the point, and Starlet blushed at the comment.

Scrumptious handed Starlet a pale green thong, and the two more experienced slaves instantly agreed that that was the colour. They gave Starlet some more underwear to try on in that shade. Starlet preferred the ones that were closest to masculine underwear, like the semi-transparent boy shorts and the solid material thongs, but Scrumptious and Strawberry made him settle on a pair of almost see-through pale green panties with a lace trim. The back gripped his tight bottom closely, while the front sculpted themselves round his cock and balls and held them down and slightly in front.

"I look ridiculous," said a downcast Starlet.

"You look good enough to eat," said Strawberry, "and the bar clients won't be able to help themselves when they see you, I guarantee it."

"Is that ... a good thing?"

"Of course it is, silly boy," she replied with a smile, "The more money you make our mistress, the less likely you are to be sold."

"Making money doing what, exactly?" he said nervously.

"Serving drinks and taking orders is the easiest part. You'll enjoy the erotic dancing too, I think you'll give great lapdances, and by the way you move I can tell you're a natural performer."

"Um, thanks..."

"And when someone rents you for some time in the brothel, well, Maitre D will tell them you're a beginner so you'll be relatively cheap and unchallenged to start with. That'll change, though. Oh, Starlet, I have such high hopes for you. We'll soon have you doing a special dance number all of your own up on the stage. Your name in lights. I wouldn't mind dancing with you myself," said Strawberry.

"I hate to interrupt," said Scrumptious, "but he needs a top too."

"Starlet, try some of the lacy vest tops in the matching green," said Strawberry.

Starlet tried on a few. They varied from leaving his belly exposed through to covering his whole upper body, but they were all see-through and very light. He could almost imagine them as something a daring goth boy might have worn back on Earth, but in his heart he had to admit they were more feminine. Still, he was a bright boy, and he had quickly picked up that the elves treated gender as something to play with, not a source of shame. The green vest tops did make his new, extra-androgynous body look hot.

"Nope," said Strawberry, "you are piquing my interest but it doesn't scream "take me"."

"Let's try a corset," said Scrumptious.

Starlet's bottom still ached from the spanking and he knew better than to resist. The two older slaves laced him into a pale green corset and pulled the straps in tight, which forced Starlet to learn to breathe in a whole new way. When he looked at the overall effect in the mirror, he was a little awed. The tight corset had given his hips a new impact, and the ensemble somehow led the eye down to his smooth cock and balls, which felt very nice against the soft underwear he wore.

"Wiggle your hips," said Strawberry, standing behind him.

Starlet gave them an experimental shake and the effect was kinky as hell, and it made him blush to see just how sexy it had looked. Strawberry came in behind him, and hugged him close, quite naked, and Starlet's body tingled with the contact, even through the stiff corset. He hadn't had much luck with girls before, but now he lived with eleven other sex-slaves in a bar and brothel, so clearly in just that particular area, things were looking up. Again he surprised himself with how easily his mind had adapted to being a slave. He was actually smiling.

"How much of my mind did our mistress change?" asked Starlet.

"That's for her to know," said Strawberry, "But if you ask her she'll probably tell you what she told me: she just makes little changes to see if the inner-slave in us can be brought out more easily. From how easily you're taking to being a sissy-boi, I'd say you were always supposed to be one."

"Don't call me that," said Starlet, on reflex.

Scrumptious interrupted, "It's not an insult, Starlet. It's a valid gender and I love being part of it. Strawberry was paying you as compliment. Thank her."

"Thank you, Strawberry."

"No, really thank me," she said. "Down on your knees and kiss my bottom like you mean it."

Starlet couldn't help but obey that tone – more magic in his mind, or was he just built that way? Strawberry turned away from him and Starlet dropped to his knees and gave her a tentative kiss on one cheek. The redhead girl told him to try harder or she would be very cross, and there was an edge to her voice that made him understand she meant business. He started to shower her backside with kisses and spoke the words "Thank you, Strawberry" in between. Quite a few of the other slaves looked on and smiled at the display, and Strawberry made him keep it up until it just seemed normal to him.

"Good boy, Starlet. Next time, spread your legs when you kneel. You're a sissy slut and you need to advertise. Now, you and Scrumptious may help me dress," said Strawberry.

She knew what she wanted to wear, and getting her into it didn't take much time. Strawberry had a sweet look, with her small skinny body and beautiful wide eyes, and she played to it with a very, very short white dress with red polkadots, plus matching stockings and flats. That was all she wore and Starlet knew if his cock hadn't been magicked flaccid, it would have been raging right then. Scrumptious taught him how to plait Strawberry's hair into the pigtails she wanted, and the silky smooth strands of it were wonderful to handle.

They did Scrumptious next. He ended up in a pure white French maid's uniform made of fine, floaty silk, with stockings and shiny white high-heels. The shoes looked good on his slim legs with their fine calves, and Starlet realised he had the hots for the boy just as much as he did for the girl Strawberry. That was new, but something about it felt like it made his new world complete. He made a mental note to ask about it later.

All the dressed slaves lined up at one end of the room, where Maitre D inspected them and made just a few little changes, though none to Starlet, who she declared a "dear little androgyne to stir any woman's loins", which made Starlet blush again. Maitre D ran her hands over Starlet's body, and she told him his panties made his cock look especially cute and sweet, which she seemed to mean as a real compliment.

That left one slave still to be dressed. Manmeat was still tied to the bed, but enough time had passed that his punishment was now over. Maitre D made everyone except Starlet go down to the bar to prepare for opening in a few hours, then she took the newly liberated androgyne over to the big, hulking boy and released Manmeat from his bounds. He stood up slowly and looked around warily. Starlet felt Manmeat's gaze linger on his body, and saw the look of confusion on the bigger slave's face. Whether he was struggling with the new look, or some new feelings about other men, Starlet couldn't say.

Maitre D addressed Manmeat, "Your little sissy friend here has taken to his new life very well. Mistress told me she used about the same amount of mental magic on you both. Starlet, that leaves your slave-self free to express itself; Manmeat, the same. She also allowed me a glimpse into your mind, Manmeat. To say you have some internal conflicts really does understate matters. Know that further disobedience will be met with brutal punishments that far exceed what you endured in the last hour.

"Know that you are not less of a man for being a sex-slave. Your old understanding of masculinity is irrelevant. You will be a slaveboy the rest of your days; never again a man of Earth. Nod if you understand."

Very slowly, with obvious fear and bewilderment, Manmeat nodded.

"Good. Manmeat, you will serve as a cage-dancer tonight. Out of touch, but always on show, and locked in where you can do no great mischief. I've seen big, brash new boys like you before – most don't make it, but ask Hammer about how he did – he's the one who's even bigger than you. And ask him about where the others ended up when they failed. Dancing in this bar is a far better fate than the mines, to name one such final destination. Now, your voice is unmuted but I haven't the time to listen to your whining. I've picked out a black leather harness for you to wear and Starlet will help you put it on. Don't resist, and be downstairs in no more than fifteen minutes. Honestly, I really am too lenient with the new ones..."

Maitre D waltzed out of the room, leaving Starlet and Manmeat alone.

"You look ridiculous, what have they done to you?" said Manmeat.

"They made me a sissy," said Starlet.

"Yeah they did, you can say that again," he replied.

"Does it bother you, man?" said Starlet.

"Doesn't it bother you?"

"After all we've seen since we were captured, all the different kinds of slave you can be? I don't really know if it does."

"But you look ridiculous."

"I don't."

"Fuck off, yes you do," said Manmeat, and made to shove Starlet. The oversized male dropped to the floor in obvious agony, and lay there writhing and heaving in breaths for half a minute.

"The magic won't let us hurt each other, except Maitre D can hurt us – trust me on that. And you know what? I didn't choose this life but actually, you know, it does, yeah, it does express something inside me and I think that's fine, so fuck you too. I thought you were my friend? More to the point, our opinions don't matter much, because the elf who bought us can do what she likes with our bodies and our minds. Do you even remember your old name? No? Thought not. Now stop being stupid and let me strap this harness on you."

"Fine," said Manmeat after seeming to weigh his options for a while.

Starlet was nervous of how much time the unruly slaveboy had already wasted, and so he wasn't gentle or easy with the big leather harness as he buckled Manmeat into it. Starlet locked the big central strap around the slave's waist, then dropped the crotch straps down on either side of Manmeat's ridiculously oversized cock and balls, which made them stand out, on display where the harness drew the eye to them. More straps went over the shoulders. The overall effect was to make Manmeat look like someone with a serious leather and muscle fetish. Starlet wondered if his friend's precious masculinity even let him realise the implications of that.

They got downstairs with some time to spare, and Maitre D gave them each a large bottle of nutrient enriched milk to drink, which she told them would keep them going well into the night. It reminded Starlet of what the Egyptians had given their slaves thousands of years ago, and it even seemed to leave him with a little buzz. Maitre D sent Manmeat to learn cage dance moves from Hammer and two other slaves who sometimes danced.

Starlet was surprised at how glad he was to be rid of the hulking, stupid slave. Starlet was making a huge mental effort to accept his new life, and Manmeat had threatened to disrupt that, so damn him. Maitre D absorbed Starlet by showing him how to wait tables, which was similar to back home but involved a lot more ostentatious flirting and displaying his body. The corset limited his movement, but its snug embrace called to him somehow. It was like a kind of armour.

When the waiter training was over, Maitre D handed him to Strawberry, who was going to teach him to lapdance, with the able assistance of the tall, dark slavegirl Nurse Naughty and a slim Middle Eastern sissy called Lace, whose outfit was similar to Starlet's, but with a very revealing lace thong instead of full panties. Nurse Naughty and Strawberry each sat down on a beautiful wrought metal chair, of the same type that were spread all through the bar, and they made Lace and Starlet stand facing them.

Strawberry started the lesson, "Starlet, you can lapdance me, you little slut. Watch what Lace does with Nurse Naughty when you get lost. Start by facing me. Move your hands to my shoulders, then move my hands to the side a bit – you want them out of the way. No, no, not like that. Do it smoothly, with lots of sensual touching. Make eye contact with me and do something sexy – lick your lips, maybe bite your lower lip, blow a kiss – there, yes, good boy!"

Starlet blushed for the thousandth time that day and relished the praise at the same time. This had always been a fantasy. Now it was an order he had to obey, and obey he would. Strawberry nodded her encouragement.

"Good, good. Now you need to get me interested in you. Drop down and spread my legs. Be confident – you're a sex-slave and this is what our customers are paying for. Often at this point you'll see that your elven customer has come in wearing a skirt with no underwear – don't be surprised, it's just how a lot of them prefer to dress. For us, it's a symbol of powerlessness, for them, it's a symbol of choice.

"When you're in the drop, think about what to do next. I like to come back up with a twist and a shimmy, then I usually do something with my boobs, but you don't have those, so you could maybe play with your nipples. Keep an eye on your customer – see what she's into and build on it. You've got a peachy arse, so try turning away from me and showing it to me. Wiggle it in time with the beat of the music that's playing, and bring it closer and further away as you do it. Tease a bit."

Starlet practised using his pantied bottom to tease his 'customer', and he gradually got the hang of the performance. He took some hints from Lace about how to unlock his hips, and he made the movements flow up from his feet and terminate at his head, even if they were centred on his bottom. He wondered if his owner had read in his mind that he'd practised this in front of a mirror.

"You're a natural, Starlet!" said Strawberry. "Now, it's time to get closer and get on my lap. You can sit on the customer's lap with legs to either side, or you can sit on a knee or across a thigh. You want to support some of your weight with your arms or legs, but elves aren't like humans, they're much stronger, so don't worry if you put your whole weight on them. They'll barely feel it.

"Now you want to writhe, dance, make a lot contact, kiss them if they want that, try to get them hot and bothered. Use your hips and move in circles. Don't move too fast, take some breaths and slow it down. Keep it sensual. When you think they've had enough of that position, get up and change it. Either give them a show standing up or move to another position. Try getting right on your knees, with your legs spread wide, and climbing back up onto their lap. You can do it over and over if you think they like it. Let's put some music on and you can practise."

Strawberry activated a magic black cube that played a strange elven dance music, with a slow beat and lots of passionate riffs. Starlet walked up to her and she sent him away again to make the approach more sexy, so he came back swinging his hips and holding eye contact, which the redhead approved of. Starlet thought it helped that she really was hot. He lightly brushed her arms and moved them out of the way of her lap, then he moved away. Her fingers pinched his bottom and he flinched, but he kept the movement going, and turned away to give her a better view of his arse, which he wiggled to the beat, just like she'd taught him.

The older slavegirl kept up her commentary and criticism for a few more minutes, making trembling Starlet slow down and take things easier. He got the hang of it, seeing it as a puzzle to solve as well as performance to give. Strawberry especially liked it when he sat on her lap, his legs akimbo, and his hands on her hips while he writhed around, so he did a lot of that and mixed in some other moves that he copied from Lace. The music repeated several times, and he got better with each.

Night Nurse was his next practice partner. She was much more active than Strawberry had been, and her hands went everywhere over Starlet's body while he danced, including inside his panties, which made Starlet realise there would be no limits save those his owner imposed, and those were likely to be scant. Starlet entertained Night Nurse by pulling himself in and out of her reach, finishing with a stint where he stood facing her, running his crotch up one of her legs, then the other, while she caressed him in time with the music.

With an hour to go until opening, the tutors declared Starlet ready to go, and told him to get ready for the first night of the rest of his life. He asked them why he hadn't sweated more, and was told that the elves had wrought many changes to his body, and their mistress a few more. His endurance was now so enhanced that he could dance and fuck for a whole day before needing rest, and he would barely need to sweat to cool down. His metabolism had been slowed too, so he could spend a twelve-hour shift in the cage and not need a bathroom break.

Starlet stood near the bar, waiting at ease for the establishment to open. There were no jobs left to do, so most of the slaves just chatted about their favourite customers or their best recent orgasms. Starlet could see that Hammer was still trying to teach Manmeat how to cage dance, and that his bulky friend – or former friend, perhaps – was struggling to let go and get into it. With 20 minutes to go before opening, Hammer called Maitre D over and whispered words passed between them.