You come up with a last minute plan.

“Just leave it. I already have a buyer. The flesh monger down at the pit wants a pure elf for some kind of ritual. He didn’t seem to care if it was male or female.” Then Sebastian leans in close to your face and smiles, “Once you add the money I took from you, what I am getting from your parts, even after paying to grow you a new arm, and the money from your sale, I am making over a quarter of a million just from you. Thanks.” Then he walks away laughing, “And you thought I was just fucking you physically.”

The doc is then back in your face as he clips on a tight leather collar with a single large ring in the front to hook on a leash, “Oh the poor thing. Once Malion get’s his grubby fingers into someone they are never the same.” Then to your shock and horror he steps out and brings in a large nylon bag and proceeds to fold you up, revealing just how flexible you are now, and stuff you in the bag.

Fighting and straining to overcome the **** you were given, just before he stuffs your head into the bag, you are barely able to make a sound, “Wait, I can pay you more if you let me go.” In response he simply puts his hand on your face and pushes you in the bag, and zips it up.

Several minutes pass before the bag is unzipped and you feel a hand on the ring on your collar yank your head back up. “What do you mean, how could you possibly pay me more?”

“I already got another job to get something that will pay me $250k, just help me get it, let me go, and it is all yours.”

“Bah, what can you do now, you don’t have a speck of cyber wear left. Even if I did believe you, there is no way I am going to drag you around getting some device.”

“Please, I don’t want to be some sacrifice, I am not lying. I would even be willing to serve you as your sex **** if you will just let me live.”

“No.” He decides flatly and stuffs you back in the bag, zipping it closed. But the bag doesn’t move, and you can faintly hear him making several calls apparently trying to figure out if you are lying or not. More and more time passes, and eventually you begin to regain feeling in your limbs. The cramped bag restricts your movement but you are able to flex your muscles and fight against the pain as your limbs cramp and fall asleep. Finally the bag opens a second time and your head is once again yanked out. “If I let you out and you do anything I will kill you in the span of a single heartbeat.”

Playing off his ego you give him the most pathetic look you can and answer, “What could I possibly do to you?” He pulls out a leash and locks it to the collar around your neck and drags you out of the bag. Not wanting him to know quite yet that you can move, you simply slide out limp. Once out a plan begins to take shape, “While the **** wears off I might as well suck your cock. If you want me to master.”