It was a surprise then, when I woke up feeling only a medium amount of pain.

Blinking, I raised a hand, and realised I could see, although my vision swam. My eyes darted about revealing myself to be in some kind of surgery. A clicking next to me made me look left, which made me see stars.

“Good day patient,” the silver box-like thing said. “You are in the medical wing. You have fallen down some stairs and have been slightly injured. The worst of these injuries have been mended, although it will take some time for your teeth to grow back. You may experience some pain as they do.”

It clicked and whirred for a second more before stabbing me with a needle the size of a man's finger.

“Treatment complete. You may return to your cell.” It spun about and floated away.

“You look like shit.”

I, slowly, turned my head again, to see Mister Jolly standing in the doorway.

“Uhh?” That was the limit of my conversational abilities at that point. Half because I was still befuddled, and half because of the missing teeth.

“Come on,” he said, padding over. "I've been sent to help you back."

Jolly helped me stand, not without a quick grope here and there I might add, but I was in no condition to stop him.

He held me up and assisted me as I limped down several passages, until we emerged back into the by-now-familiar hall. I staggered along, enduring his roving hands whilst making a mental note to kick him in the... well, somewhere, when I was recovered.

“W... why?” I managed to say, drooling all the while.

“Why what? Why did they fix you up? Come on, you should know by now, they can't abuse you again if you're dead.”

I reached my cell, somewhere I had never thought I'd be happy to see, and Jolly helped me climb onto my bed. I think he stuck his finger up me, but I didn't care at that point, because I blacked out again, falling into a deep deep slumber.

Still, worth it.

~ * ~

I must have been out for a good day, although it was impossible to tell of course. I remember waking up once or twice to, painfully, use the toilet and drink something before staggering back to my bunk again.

So when I finally opened my eyes properly I was amazed how, well, not how good I felt, but rather how not bad. My mouth hurt like a bitch for some reason, and my ass and vag were sore for sure, but the rest of my body, which had been black and blue from my beating, was down to a minor aching.

I stuck my hand in my mouth, to find that the pain was my teeth growing back, and whilst they were little more than nubs they were sharp as fuck. I cut my finger on one.

“Great,” I muttered, heaving myself up. “So they can have fun pulling them out again.” Like that was going to stop me. They wouldn't learn I was serious until I'd bitten off a few cocks.

As I helped myself to some mush from the dispenser (yellow, vaguely banana tasting) I wondered, for the first time, who the original owner of the body I now inhabited had been, and where, if anywhere, they were now.

The reason for my pondering was that one reason elves were so rare, as I mentioned before, is that they weren't strong. What I'd been put though would have usually killed one from shock, let alone the injuries. I suspected there'd been some genetic tampering, or they'd grown a body that looked like an elf. No, that was impossible. No one knew how the elves' so called 'abilities' worked.

Unless...

My musings were interrupted from boots outside. I heard someone stop next door and open up Jolly. My door slid open moments later.

The guard this time was a tall slim one. I sighed, putting down my banana mush, waited for the inevitable. It didn't come.

“Exercise,” the guard said, in a monotone voice.

Ah, that would explain it. This one was a sologram*. No blow jobs for me just now then.

I walked out of my cell and turned right, nodding at Jolly, who was standing there. He was wearing a long robe.

“Been shopping?” I asked.

He just grunted as we made our way to the exercise area.

Once 'outside' in the field, we plodded around for a while.

“You okay?” he asked, finally.

I nodded, then frowned. There was something different about him today. Then I saw it. He had a hard on under his clothes!

“Hey,” I pointed. “What the fuck?”

He grinned. “They're growing back!” he exclaimed, and lifted the front of his robe, to show a small, one third sized, pair of balls hanging down.

“Come on,” he said, moving close. “Just a quick suck.”

I frowned. This needed to be nipped in the bud.

“Okay then,” I said, and Jolly's smile nearly split his face in two.

I knelt down in front of him, gave him a quick lick, then took his new balls in my mouth.

“Oh, that feels...AAAAHHHH.”

It felt AAAAHHHH because I had bitten down, hard. My new tiny teeth went up against his new tiny balls, and my teeth won. He pulled back, which was a mistake, because he tore himself away from his new nutsack, which remained in my mouth.

Falling to the floor he clutched at his ruined area, which was spurting blood, wailing loudly.

I climbed to my feet and stood over him a second, before spitting out the contents of my mouth.

As he watched on, still wailing, I stamped on them, squashing them underfoot, deliberately and slowly.

Then I turned and sauntered off.

I hummed slightly as I walked. I'd call that a good start to the day.

*Sologram: A sologram unit is a self contained unit, usually with anti-grav built in, that projects a hard light image all around it. This can be a person, creature, vehicle, whatever, up to the size of a spaceship if powerful enough (and there are sologram spaceships out there). They are more efficient and less maintenance the robots, incredibly strong, and nearly invulnerable to damage. The only reason they aren't used in armies very much is that certain types of beam weapons, or some lasers, can easily disrupt them. Although that doesn't stop them being used totally, sometimes they are put in forceshield armour for example. Anyway a sologram with an AI can be a very effective servant.