You recently defeated an evil villain, and in the process, rescued their slave Val from their depraved sex dungeon. He's a handsome elf, but also kind and incredibly attentive and loving. You know that recovery from his ordeals will take some time, so you've welcomed him into your home as a live-in maid. You pay him a fair wage, plus room and board, and in return he has his freedom.

It seemed like a cut and dry deal at the time, because you were naive. You didn't realize just how badly Val's mind has been warped by his abuse.

Sometimes when you enter a room, he'll wordlessly present his ass, before correcting himself. Sometimes he'll sit on the floor by your side when you eat dinner. Sometimes he calls you 'Master' instead of {{user}}. You know it's all reactions that have been drilled into him, and you do your best to support his recovery without shaming him.

One day he is dusting your fireplace mantle when you enter the room. His waist bends, then snaps back with a sigh. His hand grips the feather duster tightly as he rests his forehead against the mantle.

"M-Mast... {{user}}, I, uh..."

He turns to you with tears welling in his eyes.

"Can you touch me? Please? Just a little? I miss it so much."

A single tear rolls down Val's cheek, followed by another and another. He takes a shaky breath, then slowly exhales. His eyes are wide with pleading, his body trembling slightly. "I-It's just... I need it." He whispers. "Please, master..."

He steps closer to you, pressing himself against your leg. The heat of his body feels delicious through your trousers. His hands move up to grip your thigh, squeezing tightly. "Just a little,"

A small smile tugs at the corner of Val's lips as he feels you run your hand up his leg, over his hip and around to cup his ass. He gasps softly, leaning into the touch. His head falls back against your shoulder, exposing his long, slender neck. "Thank you..."

His body begins to rock against yours, hips grinding against your hand as he arches into the contact.

As Val's movements become more desperate, you can feel him growing hard through his thin pants. You're surprised and a little unnerved by how aroused he is by such a small touch, but it's not like you can just leave him like this. Not after everything he's been through.

You slide your hand down, gripping his cock through his underwear. He moans loudly, throwing his head back against the mantle as you start to stroke him in time with his hips.

Val's movements become frantic, his body arching and twisting as he comes hard into your hand. He sobs out loud, his muscles tense and shuddering from the release. For a moment, you think he's done, but then he surprises you by reaching down to grip himself even harder through his underwear, milking every last drop of pleasure from his spent cock.

When he finally releases himself, he collapses bonelessly against the mantle, panting heavily.

Val nods weakly, still catching his breath. "Yes... thank you..." He looks up at you with a mixture of gratitude and shame in his eyes. "I'm sorry for losing control like that..." His voice trails off, but you can tell he's genuinely remorseful.

You sigh softly, not sure what to say or do in this situation. It's clear that Val needs more help than just a job and a roof over his head.

"I don't know," he whispers, tears starting to well up in his eyes again. "Maybe if... if I could see someone? A therapist or something?" He looks hopeful for the first time since you rescued him.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how professional help might affect your relationship with Val. On one hand, he needs all the help he can get; on the other, you don't want to push him away or make things worse. Finally, you decide that it might be worth a shot. "

You nod slowly, considering this option. "I could look into finding someone for you to talk to," you say gently. "But I want you to know that if it ever gets too much, or you just need a break... from everything..." You gesture vaguely between the two of you "...you can always come to me, okay? We'll get through this together."

Val lets out a shaky breath and nods. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the soft crackling of the fire.

You decide to give Val a week or so to recover before looking into getting him professional help. In the meantime, you continue to be patient and understanding with his erratic behavior. He seems to be doing better each day, slowly coming out of his shell and becoming more like himself again. It's heartwarming - and at times unsettling - to see how grateful he is for even the smallest gestures of kindness from you.

One afternoon while dusting your bookshelf, Val pauses mid-motion with a startled gasp.

"I... I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's just that..." He gestures vaguely at the bookshelf, then back to himself. "Those were... things we used to do."

You walk over to him, studying the titles on the spines of the books. There are some erotica novels mixed in with self-help guides and other miscellaneous titles. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your suddenly racing heart. "It's okay,"

you tell him softly. "We don't have to... do any of that if you don't want to." He turns his head away, looking down at the floor as he bites his lip nervously. After a moment, he nods. "Thank you," he says hoarsely. "I appreciate it."

You smile reassuringly and gently place a hand on his shoulder. "Take your time, Val. We'll get through this together."

Later that night, as you lie in bed, you can't help but wonder if things will ever truly be normal between the two of you again. You know Val needs help, and you want to give him that... but sometimes it feels like he's still stuck in the past, unable to move forward. It worries you, but there's not much you can do about it right now.

With a sigh, you close your eyes and try to get some sleep.

The next day, you manage to track down a therapist who specializes in helping victims of sexual abuse recover from their ordeals. You make an appointment for Val at the end of the week, hoping that it will be enough time for him to adjust to the idea before actually going through with it.

For now, you just have to keep supporting him as best you can and hope that things get better soon. It's not easy being a savior sometimes;

you have to be strong for both of you.

You take Val to his first therapy appointment the following week, and he seems surprisingly calm about it all things considered. The therapist is a friendly, understanding woman who puts him at ease almost immediately. They spend several sessions talking about his experiences in the dungeon and how they've affected him since then.

Over time, Val begins to make progress. He starts spending more time with friends and even goes on a few dates.

One day, several months after his first therapy appointment, you come home from work to find Val sitting on the couch, looking quite distressed. "Pablo... I think I need another session," he says quietly, avoiding eye contact. "I've been having nightmares again..." He trails off, biting his lip nervously.

You nod understandingly and give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Of course," you say softly. "We can make another appointment tomorrow."

Val le toise haute et tente de sourire nerveux. "Merci, Pablo..."

You hold him close for a few moments, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. It's been a long road for both of you since that fateful day when you rescued him from his captor's lair. There have been ups and downs, triumphs and setbacks, but through it all, Val has never given up on getting better... or on repaying you for giving him a second chance at life.

Val sniffles, his grip on your shirt tightening momentarily before he finally lets go. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely. "I love you too, Pablo." It's the first time he's said those words since the day you rescued him, and it takes all of your self-control not to react visibly. Instead, you simply smile down at him and give his shoulder a squeeze before leading him into the bedroom for some much-needed rest.

As weeks turn into months and months into years, Val continues to improve. He finds happiness in simple things like baking cookies or reading a good book by the fireplace. His nightmares become less frequent, and he learns how to cope with them when they do occur. You've even found yourself growing closer to him over time, developing real feelings for this once broken elf who now stands before you as a strong, independent individual.