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Tiff Ch. 01

By: Axelotl



This story is fan-fiction for the game-A Dance With Rogues part 2, by Valine, which is a module of D&Ds Neverwinter Nights. As such, the characters, setting and most of the story belong to Valine. I have made some changes to the story, big and small, and do so with the utmost respect to the source material and author. 

Be advised—this tale is quite dark, nasty and sordid, and contains slavery, graphic non-consent scenes and strong violence, particularly in the second chapter. Tiff will be a three part story, which is just part of a much larger epic. I will try to release the other chapters a week apart. I enjoyed writing it, and enjoyed playing the original game, I hope you enjoy reading it. Cheers,

-Ax

*****

In the dim barren tunnels of the Underdark, miles below the Black Mountains, the four human travellers made their way north on foot. They had reached a great tunnel, several meters wide in most places and reaching out for unknown miles ahead of them.

They walked in close formation. The male ranger, clad in brown leather armor, took point in front of the group, scanning ahead into the darkness as they walked on. Behind him the two beautiful young women walked side by side, a black-haired rogue in fine red light-armor under a black cloak, and a golden-haired bard. The male rogue-fighter brought up the rear, his blackened armor and black medium-length hair helping him blend into the darkness.

He stumbled over some uneven ground and cursed as he regained his footing. The female rogue giggled, "Watch your step there, Vico."

"Blasted Underdark, do you even know where we're going Birdy?"

"We're heading north, that was the plan, remember? To make it past the Black Mountains."

"It was never your plan to come this deep, though. It feels like we've been going down further. You should be more concerned with heading up, not north."

"We'll find a way up."

"You mean you hope we'll find a way up. Admit it, you've gone and got us lost down here, Birdy."

"Shut the hell up, Vico," said the blonde. "It's not Lyannas' fault we're swept down here. Lyanna said we'll find a way, and we will. Your moaning about it is not helping anyone."

"Yeah, you would defend your girlfriend, Pia. You can tell me what a great leader she is when you become a slave, or some underdark monsters' snack."

"Be quiet." said the ranger ahead of them.

"Don't tell me to be quiet, Ranger-boy."

"I said shut up, I can see something." He stopped walking and Lyanna came up next to him.

"What is it, Anden?" she asked softly.

"A light, ahead in the distance." 

Lyanna looked ahead and could just make out the dim yellow light in the darkness. "What do you think it is?"

"I can't tell. It's not flickering or moving, so it's unlikely to be a flame. Some glowing flora perhaps. We should approach quietly and cautiously."

"Agreed. That means keep your mouth shut, Vico."

"I can sneak about quieter than you, Birdy," he sneered.

The party moved slowly ahead, approaching the light. After a while, they got close enough to see that it was a pile of glowing rocks set about a wooden sign. There was no sign of anyone about. Lyanna cautiously approached the sign, something was written in a few different languages. She recognised dwarven and elven writing, though she couldn't read it. She could read the common trade writing though, "Rugnars' Realm, travellers welcome." She looked over and saw a basic iron door set into the rocky wall nearby.

"Welcome..." said Lyanna. "That would be a change down here."

"Is it an inn or something?" asked Pia.

"It could be a trap," said Anden next to her.

"We get inns in remote places on the surface to service travellers," said Lyanna.

"The sign's made out of wood," said Vico. "That's gotta be pretty rare. I haven't seen many trees down here."

Lyanna walked over to the door and cautiously turned the handle. It creaked loudly as it opened inward, revealing a smaller dimly lit tunnel.

"Allow me to scout ahead, M'lady," said Anden. "Just in case it is a trap."

"No, we'll check it out together," She walked through the doorway, the others followed closely behind. The tunnel turned off to the left, and led to a larger area lit by burning sconces on the wall. The party walked in cautiously with their blades drawn.

As Lyanna entered the room, she immediately saw a dark figure and raised her sword, standing defensively. She let out a gasp as she looked the figure over; short and slender, dark skin, white hair, pointy ears, female. "A dark elf!" she exclaimed. It was the second one she had seen, but the first was only a rotting corpse. The others came in and raised their weapons as they made surprised sounds as they scanned the area for threats.

The dark elf was standing several meters away and didn't even appear to be looking their way. She was unarmed and scantily clad in only bright purple brassiere and briefs and simple black cloth boots. Her short white hair hung loosely around her face. She took a few casual steps and stood near the well, completely ignoring the newcomers. She was just staring at the rocky wall.

"Hey there." called out Lyanna, trying to get her attention. The elf didn't stir. The room was quite bare, with a dirt floor, simple well in the center, a few simple stone benches, and several sconces on the wall casting out their flickering warm light. There was a large door on the east wall, and three smaller doors lined up on the north wall.

The dark elf continued to ignore them. After a few moments, Lyanna slowly approached her. "Careful," warned Anden. "The drow are deceptive and extremely dangerous, and there could be more of them." She got in front of the dark-skinned woman and looked into her copper eyes that shimmered in the torchlight. Her face was around the height of Lyannas' breasts, appearing quite young and attractive. Her stature was like an adolescent human girl, but she was obviously fully mature, her slender figure held a pair of pert breasts and rounded hips. She seemed to stare right through Lyanna, as though fixed on a distant target only visible to herself.

Vico walked up beside her and waved his hand in front of her face, the drow woman didn't react. "Looks like she's out of it. Ships sailing, but there's no one at the helm."

"It appears that way," said Lyanna. Then Vico reached around her and pulled down her purple briefs, exposing her neatly trimmed patch of white pubic hair. "Vico, what are you doing?!" 

"Hehehe, nice. Just checking she's got nothing hidden away. There's no way a dark elf bitch would allow her charms to be displayed to a bunch of surfacers like this. She really is addled. But someone appears to be taking care of her."

"That would be me," came a voice behind them. They all turned to see a dwarf standing at the door. He had rough ruddy skin and a big brown bushy beard. His arms and legs were strong and thick, as was his belly. He was clad in simple stained shirt and pants under a brown leather work apron. "If ye wanna keep touching me Tiff, yer gunna have to pay me, Boy."

Vico pulled the drows' briefs back up, "Who are you calling boy, dwarf?"

The dwarf looked each of the adventurers over as he stepped forward. "Humans. We don't get your type here offen." Lyanna and Anden stepped back as he approached, still bearing their blades. The dwarf reached out and grabbed the elfs' hand. "I'm Rugnar, welcome to my realm, travellers. Now, why don't ye come into me shop." He walked back to the doorway and the drow woman followed behind, as though she was used to being led around.

Lyanna looked at her companions, and then sheathed her sword and walked to the doorway. The others followed her into the shop. The first thing Lyanna noticed was a huge figure standing still by the doorway. It stood around nine foot tall and appeared to be wearing heavy dark plate mail over its bulky frame. She studied it carefully, wondering if were alive, or just a statue.

The dwarf was standing behind a stone counter with the dark elf who was still staring off at nothing. "Oh you noticed ol' Jax, eh? He's in charge of security 'round 'ere. Say hello, Jax."

The figure raised its huge arm with the sound of scraping metal, and gave a wave. It then dropped its arm and stood there motionless again.

"That's an iron golem, isn't it?" She had never seen one, but had heard that they were extremely formidable. It wasn't alive, and it wasn't a statue, golems were large humanoid objects animated by magic, usually bound to the commands of a particular individual. She wouldn't want to take this particular one on.

"Aye, that's right. Good fer keepin' the kobolds away, and fer hacking apart anyone thinkin' of givin' me trouble." He eyed Vico warily as he said it.

The room was quite large and well lit. She noticed a hearth, anvil, large water tub, various shelves and racks and basic pieces of furniture arranged around the room. A variety of different items like tools, bottles, books, armor and various bits and pieces were scattered around the place. There were a couple of doors on the far wall, likely leading to more rooms.

Lyanna looked the shopkeeper over, "You're a dwarf...not a deurgar?"

"Yep, deurgars are scrawnier and uglier, with darker greyish skin, and a mean streak longer than the tunnel outside. You don't wanna go dealing with them, Lass."

"So how did you come to be running a shop down this deep, in the middle of nowhere?"

"Everywhere's the middle of somewhere. Let's just say I got lost down here some years back and decided to make the best of things. Now I quite like the solitude. Travellers' gold is always welcome here though. I have some food and drink and few basic rooms, a collection of supplies and equipment to trade and I can offer some basic smithing services if needed."

"And you have her," said Vico, nodding at the drow. "What's her story?"

"Tiff? I found her a couple of years ago in one of the tunnels. She was naked and dirty, stumbling around helplessly. I took her in. Ye don't survive in the Underdark all alone. Looked like Tiff had an unpleasant encounter with a mindflayer...had some nasty gashes on 'er head when I found her. Poor thing, she don't understand a lot, but I've been able to teach her a few simple things, like fetching water...easy chores. But most of the time she just wanders around aimlessly. Still, I enjoy her company. An old dwarf can get lonely at times, if ye understand me meaning." He gave Lyanna a smile. 

She frowned back at him. "You said you had rooms?"

"There's three available outside there, if two of you don't mind sharin'."

"That sounds good to me," said Pia, throwing her arms around Lyanna. "It's been too long since I shared a bed with you, my sweet." Lyanna hugged her back and gave her a soft kiss on her lips. Pia gave her a lusty smile, "I hope you're not planning on getting too much sleep."

"I was hoping to get a little." 

"We better make our play time count then." She planted another kiss on the brunettes' lips.

Rugnar watched them with an amused look on his face. Vico was also looking at the girls with a slight smile, then he turned his attention back to Tiff, who was still staring off into the distance. "So, you said something about paying to touch her?"

"That's right. Ye can bed the drow if ye've got the coin."

"You pimp her, too?" said Lyanna, with a disgusted look on her face.

"Sure, she don't mind."

"How do you know that?"

"Drow are sexual beings, ye know. It's well-known how demanding they are of their males, and how perverted and deviant they can be. You get Tiff naked and on a bed an' she'll spread her legs for ye. Put yer cock in her mouth and she'll suck it."

"Sounds dangerous to me," said Vico. "What if she thinks it's food and takes a bite?"

"I was worried about that too, at first, but give her a little foreplay and she knows the difference. She's not a bad cocksucker really... I think her mind had been stripped back to its basic instincts. When she's thirsty, she seeks out water, when she's hungry, she seeks out food. And she hasn't lost her instinct to mate. So I'm lookin' after her, providin' her with water, food, shelter and sex."

"Right, you're just looking after her," said Lyanna skeptically. "It sounds exploitive to me."

"I'm givin' her a purpose, Lass. Providing a service for me customers, and earnin' her keep. It really don't bother her. Everyone is happy."

"Yeah, who gives a shit?!" said Vico. "How much?"

"Three hundred gp for an hour."

"Fuck! Now that's exploitive. I never paid one hundred for a whore. Not even one that had all her wits about her." He looked at Lyanna with a sleazy smile, "How much did you charge when you were a whore?"

Lyanna glared back at him. She had gone undercover as a prostitute back in Betancuria to get information from a Dhorn officer. Vico liked to tease her about that when he could, because he knew that it embarrassed her. She didn't even know how he found out about it. She didn't even get anything close to one hundred. "Go to Hell!" she replied. He chuckled to himself. 

"But have ye ever had the chance to bang a dark elf?" asked Rugnar. "Will ye ever get the chance again?"

Vico exhaled sharply, "Two-hundred dwarf, and I still think that's a rip."

"Sheesh, Vico. Are you seriously going to be part of this?" said Lyanna.

"Yeah, I like the look of her cunt. And it's been a while since I got my dick wet. But you can spread your legs for me if you want, Birdy, and your cunt-licker can watch. I'll pay you for it."

"In your dreams, Jerk."

"Oh, you wanna hear what I do to you in my dreams?"

"Two-seventy, and I aint ever sold her that cheaply," said the dwarf.

"Two-forty."

"'Two-sixty, or ye go to bed with yer hand, human.'"

"Fucking dwarves!" growled Vico, reaching for his coin pouch. "I'll want a refund if she bites my cock." He counted out the coins and placed them on the counter. He then turned to Anden, who had been standing quietly at the doorway. "What about you, Ranger-boy? You can spare two-sixty, can't ya? You going to have a tumble when I'm done?"

Anden had a look of disgust on his face and shook his head, "No...I wouldn't"

"Should have guessed. You're the most boring fucking person I've met."

"And you are the most unsavory character I've ever met."

He gave the ranger a wide grin, "And which one of us isn't getting laid tonight?"

Anden just scowled at him. 

Rugnar scooped up the coins and stored them away. "There will be no harming her, or ye'll be havin' a date with Jax there." He produced an iron key and a round glass jar and placed them in front of Vico. "Grease for yer tool. Apply it generously, 'specially if yer going up her back hole. Yer hour starts now, human."

Vico grabbed the jar and key and walked around the counter. He got hold of the Tiffs' hand. She still had a vacant look on her face, not looking at anything in particular. He grinned at Lyanna and Pia, "Have yourselves a lovely evening, ladies." He lead the drow woman back out through the doorway and she obediently followed.

Lyanna had an annoyed look on her face. Rugnar spoke to her again, "So, ye'll be wantin' three rooms for the night, I take it. What else can I do for ye?"

*****

The room was small and very basic. It looked like it had been cut out from the stone. Vico had placed a torch in the bracket on the wall, which cast out a bright flickering light. A stone framed bed took up most of the space. A basic nightstand beside the bed and a metal pail in the corner completed the furnishings.

Vico shut the door behind him and placed the jar on the nightstand. Then he turned his attention to the drow woman standing before him. He got close and was looming over her. He stood at least two feet taller and she stared blankly at his black chest plate. He ran his fingers along her cheek and then raised her chin to look into her copper coloured eyes. She seemed to look at him for the first time. He wondered how much she was actually aware of. It might actually be a blissful existence, to be so mindless, and be looked after. Not to be bothered by anything.

He examined her face; quite beautiful and exotic. Her smooth skin was very dark, almost black, with a slight blue tint. She had delicate elven features; a small nose and small pointed chin, high cheekbones and large eyes. Her dark pointed ears sprung out from her white hair, which contrasted with her dark skin. "Such a pretty little thing." He bent down and gave her a lusty kiss as his hands roamed over her, rubbing and groping at her tight little body.

He soon pulled away and got hold of her brassiere and yanked it down, exposing her firm round breasts. Vico licked his lips as he stared at her protruding dark purple nipples. He got a firm hold of her tits with both hands. The flesh filled his hand nicely as he wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed. Tiff just stood there as he groped her, but her breathing was becoming heavier, and she was letting out soft groans.

Vicos' breath was quickening as well. He rubbed his fingers along her right breast, and then got her nipple between his finger and thumb, and squeezed. Tiff let out a yelp and moved her arms up in a futile attempt to push him away. Vico smiled, he finally got a reaction out of her. She wasn't a completely cold fish.

He let go of her tits and she backed away from him, toward the bed. He got hold of her again and then bent over and pulled down her briefs, so that they were around her knees. He took in the sight of her neatly trimmed tuft of white hair contrasting with her dark skin. His hard cock strained against his pants, yearning to be freed. His hand wandered down between her slender thighs and his fingers rubbed up along her smooth netherlips.

Tiff jumped and let out a quiet yelp as the fingers forcefully rubbed around her soft folds. Vico was breathing heavily now, his straining cock hurt as it tried to burst free. He let go of her and shoved her back. The dark elf yelped as she fell back onto the bed. Vico got hold of her briefs and pulled them down past her boots.

He hurriedly started getting undressed, growling in frustration as he had to unstrap and pull off his armor first, and then his underclothes. His weapons and black armor mail and plating lay on the floor as he pulled off his black cotton shirt. His pale muscular torso was exposed, with a covering of fine dark body hair. There were a few battle scars on his abdomen and thick arms. He quickly pulled down his pants and his turgid member sprang free.

The drow woman lay on the bed in only her boots and her bra, which was sitting loosely under her breasts. She stared up at the ceiling and had her slender legs spread apart. Vico stood over her with his thick veiny cock poking out aggressively from his crotch. He wore a big grin as he looked down at the thin purple lips in the middle of the dark mound under a patch of snowy white fur. "The dwarf was right, you do want it, don't you, drow whore?"

He got on the bed and crawled over her. His head came down to her chest and he took her right nipple into his mouth. He hungrily sucked and nibbled at the tit while he cupped the other in his hand and forcefully groped it. He lowered his crotch and slowly rubbed his erection on her leg. Tiff was breathing heavily and making soft moaning noises as he molested her. 

Vico raised his head again and looked at her pretty face as he brushed her white hair aside and then pressed a finger into her lips. "I hope the dwarf was right about you being a good cocksucker as well." He gently pulled her jaw down and slipped two fingers into her mouth. They pressed into her wet tongue. Nothing happened at first, then her lips sealed around the digits and he felt the pressure as she started sucking. "Good girl." 

Vico slowly rocked his fingers in her sucking mouth for a little while and then pulled them out. He quickly shuffled up on the bed until he was squatting over her with his cock in her face. She still seemed to be staring off into the distance as he rubbed his fat member over her cheek. He pressed his bulbous cockhead into her lips. "Come on, suck my cock, you little bitch." 


Tiff Ch. 01



Her mouth slowly opened wide for the cock as he pushed it in. Vico let of a pleasurable sigh as he felt the sucking pressure around his member. He pushed it down deeper into her mouth and then started bobbing his ass up and down as he fucked her pretty face. Her teeth scraped along his shaft now and then, but she kept her mouth open wide to accommodate his thick rod as she continued to suck.

Vico chuckled to himself, amused that this was one of the few things that the woman was still able to do. It was as though sucking a cock came naturally to her. It reinforced his belief that all women were whores. 

He pulled his cock back, and there was a loud slurping noise as it left her sucking mouth. He laughed as he slapped his wet member against her cheek and she made some funny moaning noises. He pressed his cock into her lips and she opened wide and took him in again. He resumed bobbing his groin back and forth into her face as she sucked him off. 

The rogue pushed his cock in deep and his cockhead prodded into her throat. She gagged and coughed around the member and he could feel her teeth press into his shaft. She didn't bite hard, but it gave him a fright. He quickly pulled out of her mouth and she coughed and spluttered. Tears formed in her eyes and ran down her dark skin.

"Okay, that's enough of that. Let's fuck that drow pussy." He shuffled off the bed and Tiff lay there with her legs apart. He bent over her and moved his hand to her groin, rubbing his fingers over her thin silky lips. "How wet are you for me?" He slipped a couple of fingers inside and her warm flesh hugged them tightly. He wriggled the digits around and Tiff let out a sharp moan. Then he pulled the fingers out again, "Hmm, pretty wet, but you're going to be a tight fit, aren't you?"

He grabbed the jar off the nightstand and unscrewed it. The grease was thick and slimy. Vico sniffed at it. He guessed that it was made from some sort of animal fat. He dipped his fingers in and then rubbed a glob of the substance over his cock. More of the grease was rubbed into her cunt before he put the jar back down on the nightstand.

Vico climbed back on the bed, getting on top of the naked dark elf. He got hold of his big greasy erection and rubbed the head over her slippery crotch until it pressed into her little slit. Then he pushed forward, slowly splitting the supple lips apart. He groaned as he felt the warm soft flesh press tightly around his cock. Tiff let out a yelp beneath him. He pushed forward and his cock sunk deeper into the gripping cunt, then he gave a quick thrust and the cockhead prodded at her womb as it went in as deep as it could go.

Tiff cried out and thrashed about beneath him as she struggled to get away from the pain. Vico quickly put his weight down on top of her, pinning her down. He clamped his hand around her mouth to muffle her screaming. "Shut up, I'm not killing you!" 

He lay on top of her for a while with his cock wedged in her tight cunt. Tears ran down her face as she feebly struggled beneath him. She reminded him of Lyanna, and the night in the cellars under Betancuria castle where he raped her. It seemed like decades ago. He didn't really like to think about that much.

Slowly, he pulled back, and the grease helped his rigid member slide along the stretched squeezing walls. The meaty rod pulled back several inches and then he pushed it in deep again. He moaned with pleasure as he slowly pushed and pulled his hard cock into the small woman pinned beneath him. 

Her muffled cries had died down and she stopped struggling. He removed his hand from her mouth. He lifted his weight off her and she gasped for breath as he began bobbing his ass up and down at a faster pace. He let out more pleasurable groans as he felt that wonderful pressure and potent rubbing around his swollen member.

He looked down at her beautiful exotic face as he ploughed her. The drow was breathing heavily and letting out soft moans and yelps, though her eyes were still blankly staring at some distant point. Was she even aware that she was being fucked by a human? 

Vico pulled back and his cock slipped out of the gripping pussy. He got up on his knees and shuffled forward on the bed. He then grabbed her legs and lifted her, bringing her crotch up to his rigid member. He smiled as he looked down at the white thatch and the purple slit which was now puffy and glistening. The wet cockhead prodded around the opening for a moment and then speared its way back inside.

Tiff groaned as he gripped her legs tightly and thrust his crotch forward, poking his cock in deep. Vico started giving hard pounding thrusts which bucked the dark elfs' body. He was making a series of grunts and groans as he fucked her hard. 

He could feel the wonderful pressure building in his cock as he continually slammed it into the drows' narrow passage. Vico groaned as the pressure was reaching its peak and he yearned for the blissful release. Suddenly the fat member started throbbing wildly and he wedged it in deep. He groaned loudly as his cock pulsed, and warm cum gushed out, spreading out inside the tight hole. "Aaah yeah!..ngh...Fuck yeah!" The orgasm felt great, but soon subsided as his thick cum spilt out deep inside her. 

He let go of her legs and they flopped down beside him. Then he got down so that he was lying on top of her again. She was panting, her face was hot and sweaty. Vico ran his fingers through her moist hair and kissed along her cheek and lips as he slowly bobbed his sensitive cock back and forth inside her. 

Soon he pulled back and his wet cock was released from her tight body again. Pearly cum spilled out of her and ran down her dark skin and onto the bed. He rolled over and flopped down onto the bed beside her, he was also hot and sweaty and breathing heavily, bathing in the afterglow of the blissful orgasm. 

His cock softened and his breathing steadied as he lay there. He wondered if it was possible to get the drow woman pregnant. He knew human men could impregnate elf women, resulting in half-elves. He had never heard of a half-drow. It might be possible. Oh well, if his seed did take hold in this drow bitch, it wasn't his problem.

He turned over to face the woman and turned her head so that he could look upon her face again. Her large copper eyes did hold an exotic beauty, even if they only stared vacantly. "Who were you drow?...before you became a dirty dwarfs' fuck-toy. Were you once a Princess, like Lyanna? Were you a decent fighter like her?..." His hand moved down and rubbed over her breast. "Hmph...It doesn't matter. You're just a whore now. And I'm going to get my moneys worth out of you."

His other hand moved down and rubbed his dick while he groped at her breasts. He leant over and planted a kiss on her lips. Soon he sat up on the bed and leaned over her. He flipped the woman over in one swift motion and she let out a squeal. Then he got hold of her under her arms and dragged her up on the bed so that her head was at his crotch.

Tiff moved her arms up, trying to lift herself, but Vico easily held her down. She lifted her head and he rubbed his half-erect member over her face. He held her head firmly as he pushed his dick into her lips. "Come on, suck it down again, Whore." Tiff opened her mouth and took it in. She tried to move her head away, not liking the taste, but he held her firmly. Vico let out a pleasurable sigh as her lips sealed around the shaft and he felt the wet sucking sensation.

His cock quickly swelled in her mouth until it was fully erect again. He bobbed her head up and down on his dick for a little while longer. She made a loud slurping noise as he lifted her head and removed his swollen member. Vico shuffled out from under her and put her head down on the pillow. He moved down on the bed. "Heh, cute butt." He groped at her dark round ass cheeks and then gave them a hard slap, making her yelp. 

He lifted her ass up and bent her legs beneath her so that she was kneeling on the bed with her head down on the pillow. He knelt behind her and grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Her anus was a little puffy purple ring which protruded slightly with a small dark crevice in the center. "Heh, looks like your bumhole has seen plenty of action, Dirty butt-fucking dwarf!"

He rubbed his finger along her slick puffy lips, coating it with his slimy cum. Then the finger poked right into her little dark asshole. The tight ring stretched around his finger as he pushed it inside. Tiff let out a soft moan. He pushed the digit back and forth in a fucking motion as the warm hole hugged it tightly. "Hmm, nice. I do like to get up a tight backside now and then, but the dwarf can have your 'back hole'. I love that wet little elf cunt."

He pulled his finger out of her ass, and it quickly closed up again. Vico shuffled up on the bed behind the bent drow. Then he brought his cock forward, rubbing it over her soft wet netherlips. He pushed it forward. The warm wet hole gripped his hard cock tightly again as it forced its way in. Both hands got a firm hold of her hips and he thrust forward. Tiff moaned as the fat cock was wedged in as deep as it could go.

Vico then started pounding into her with deep hard strokes. His wet cum from their earlier coupling helped the thick rod to slide through, and splattered out with every stroke. Each strong thrust bucked his little dark whore forward, and made her gasp and groan. He was grunting and groaning like a wild beast as her rammed her from behind. They were getting hot and sweaty and breathing heavily again as the fucking went on and on. 

Suddenly there was a banging on the door. "Ye got five minutes left." called out Rugnar. 

"Shit, already? I think your master is trying rip me off with time, as well as gold. Fucking dwarves!" He gave a few more hard thrusts and then pulled out of the tight wet cunt. Tiffs' round butt toppled over onto the bed. Vico wasted no time flipping her over again and lifting her legs, repositioning her so the she lay beneath him with her legs raised. He brought his hard cock to the little wet slit and pushed it in again. 

He immediately resumed his hard pounding action, pressing his weight down into her and sinking her into the mattress. Tiff had a strained look on her face, she groaned and her tits bounced with each deep thrust. Vico kept up the fast pace, continually slapping his fat member into her.

The pressure was building in his cock again. Each stroke brought him closer to his peak. He banged away at the drow until his cock suddenly throbbed wildly with intense pleasure. Vico let out a loud groan as he released another load of cum deep inside her body, spreading around his pulsing cock. "Aaaah yeah! Ah fuck! That's good!" He slowly bobbed his climaxing organ in the gripping sheath for a few moments before slipping it out again. More cum spilt out from the puffy gaping cunt.

Vico shuffled up on the bed and brought his cock to her hot panting face. He opened her mouth and pushed the slimy organ in. She gently sucked on his softening cock for a little while, as he ran his fingers through her moist white hair. He soon pulled his clean limp dick from her mouth and got off the bed.

Tiff just lay there on the bed staring up at the ceiling, with her chest rising and falling steadily. Her slender legs were spread apart. Thick pearly cum covered her dark groin and spilled out from her wet gaping vagina.

There was a banging on the door as Vico pulled up his pants. Then the door opened and Rugnar stuck his head in, "Yer time's up, human, unless ye want to pay for another hour."

"Nah, I'm done with her," said Vico, buttoning up his pants.

Rugnar looked down at Tiff and smiled, "I trust she was to your satisfaction."

"Yeah, she was satisfying enough. You were lucky to find her dwarf. A sucking mouth and tight holes whenever you want them, and you don't have to put up with any yapping. She's an ideal woman."

"That's true," said Rugnar, as he went over to the bed started to pull the sweaty naked drow up. "I wish she could do a bit more for herself, but I'm very fond of me Tiff. An' every man who pays for her company thinks she's grand. She got out and wandered off a couple of times, you know. I was beside meself. Then a few days later she'd come wandering back. She seems to know where she's looked after. She looked a little worse fer wear, but it's darn lucky nothing happened to her. I keep a close eye on her now."

"What do you have to eat? I'm famished."

"I got some mushroom stew out there. Yer companions have already eaten and retired to their rooms. Quite a pair of beauties yer travelling with there, 'specially the dark haired one. Can't blame them for wantin' to ravish each other, hehehe. She said to tell ye that yer setting off again in the mornin'."

"How do you even tell when it's morning down here?"

"I have candles and sand-glasses to measure the time. It's getting quite late now. I'll clean Tiffy up and take her to bed. I'll have breakfast ready in the mornin' and the shop will be open if ye be wantin' to stock up on supplies before ye leave."

"Yeah, sure."

"And ye better stay out of me shop in the night, or Jax will hack you to pieces."

"Do I look like a thief to you?"

Rugnar grunted and nodded his head. "Come on Sweety." He then pulled the naked dark elf along. She followed him out of the room with on shaky legs. Vico smiled at the sight of his pearly cum running down her dark slender thighs. Now he could boast that he's fucked a dark elf.

*****

Two cycles later, the four human adventurers had come to a huge cavern at the end of the great tunnel. The ground was very uneven, with large hills and ravines and huge piles of rocks everywhere. Glowing mushrooms scattered about the area provided a dim light, making the party less reliant on their magically-aided dark-vision.

"I don't like this place," said Anden. "There are too many good ambush points."

Pia looked about warily, "You don't suppose there's more dark elves about, do you? That dwarf said they have a settlement two days away, and we're two days away now."

"Not in this direction," said Lyanna. "We're north. He said the settlement was west and further down."

"I'd love to run into some drow, they have nice pussies," said Vico, smiling.

"Pig. You can only fuck the brain-dead ones, Vico. A proper drow would slice your cock off before letting you stick it in her."

"Nah, I can handle them. The drow bitches wouldn't want to go back to fucking their own kind after I've had them."'

"We really should keep the chatter to a minimum while we move through here."

"You're right Anden," said Lyanna. "Keep it down everyone."

They continued moving down the stony path, deeper into the huge cavern. It led them into a chasm, between two steep rock faces that rose up several meters. Anden was scanning the area meticulously as he led the group. Then he suddenly stopped, visually tensing as he gripped his bow. 

Lyanna almost walked into him. "What?" she whispered.

"I thought I saw some movement." Suddenly four bolts shot out from the darkness overhead. Lyanna cried out as the small metal shaft struck her and sunk into the base of her neck, just above her collar bone. The others cried out in surprise and pain as they were also struck. Lyanna grunted and tried to shrug off the pain as she raised her longsword in front of her.

"Pia, give us some light up on those ridges," she commanded. Pia just toppled over next to her and lay motionless, "Pia!" Then Anden groaned as he dropped to the ground. Vico slumped down to his knees, still clutching his sword. "Fuuuck!" he slurred as he toppled over. Lyanna cursed, those darts were laced with some kind of toxin. She was protected by the ring of poison resistance she was wearing.

Another bolt was shot at her and she quickly raised her arm. The bolt reflected off her steel bracer. She needed to get out of there, away from enemy fire. She ran back in the direction she came as another bolt struck around her feet. Suddenly there were two bodies ahead of her, with small frames, dark skin and white hair, brandishing long thin blades. She swiftly swung her sword at the lead drow and he dodged backwards. The other came at her with his blade raised. Lyanna brought her sword back to parry the strike and several more that immediately followed. Her opponent was skilled and fast, and he wasn't alone.

She swung back at him, putting all her power into the strike. The male drow blocked the blow, but the force of it made him stagger backwards. The other came at her swinging his blade. She swiftly sidestepped and swung her sword in a wide arc. He cried out in pain as the blade cut into his midsection, through his light armor. 

Then, all of sudden, Lyanna couldn't see a thing. Someone had cast Darkness on her. She heard a shuffling in front of her and reacted on instinct, raising her sword in front of her and blocking the strike. Then she lunged forward, charging into the drow and tumbling to the ground on top of him. She quickly grabbed the dagger from her belt and plunged it into the body beneath her. The drow let out a piercing scream. 

Then there was a powerful blow to the back of her head. Lyanna slumped over unconscious.

***

Lyannas' head was throbbing painfully as she came around. The wound at her collarbone stung with intense pain. She could feel that the small bolt had been removed. She was lying flat on the ground with her arms and legs bent up behind her. When she tried to move her limbs, they didn't budge. She could feel the rope tightly wound around her wrists and ankles, she had been hogtied. At least they didn't want to kill her, for now.

She lifted her head and saw Anden lying unconscious and bound next to her. Several dark elves were standing around nearby. She turned her head and saw Pia lying on the other side of her. The fact that they were bound was a good sign. They weren't dead, and their enemies likely didn't plan on killing them any time soon. 

A horrible feeling of dread filled her, and she cursed herself. Why didn't she take Andens' warnings more seriously and move through this area with more caution? Now her party was in a hell of a lot of trouble. She seriously hoped that dark elves were not as terrible as the stories and legends made them out to be.

She lifted her head again and grit her teeth as the sharp pain from the bolt wound pulsed through her. There was another figure coming out of the darkness. The other drow raised their hand-crossbows and blades. It was another female dark elf. She said something sharply in their tongue as she approached. The female leader of the group responded with what sounded like a snide comment. The rest of them slowly lowered their weapons.

Lyanna got a better look at her, and couldn't believe it. She recognized the clothes-the skimpy bright purple outfit that barely covered her breasts and groin. It was Tiff from the dwarves' shop. She stood in front of the drow leader, staring at her intensely as she spoke. Was that mindlessness all just an act?

***

"Apparently," said the Drow priestess in their language. "What do you want?"

"Do not forget our agreement, Palanistra." Tiff turned and pointed at Lyanna, "That female is mine."

"Her? But she is the only one who put up a fight. Killed one of my males, and nearly killed a second one before we brought her down. I think she may be too much for you to handle, Nathrae. You can take the golden-haired one, if it's a female you want."

"No," she said forcefully. "I'm taking her. That was my agreement with your master, Raul'Thor. You wouldn't want to dishonor you masters' agreements would you? You wouldn't want to give him an excuse to make a meal of your mind."

"Our master sees the value of having us with our minds in-tact, unlike your house. You must have very low standing with your matron if she would send you off to be a stinking dwarfs' bed-slave."




Tiff Ch. 01



"I am no bedslave! And things will change in regards to my standing...I have delivered good slaves for your master, and made you and your little group of grunts useful. Now I will take my slave, and one of your lizard mounts to carry her."

"Fine, you can take the human. But we keep her armor and weapons. They look to be quite impressive."

"...Fine." Tiff walked over to the dark-haired woman, and noticed she was awake and was looking up at her. She likely had no idea what they were saying. She was probably surprised to see her able to talk at all. "You're coming to meet my matron, surfacer."

She looked down at Vico, lying unconscious on the ground, and shuddered. "I hope that one has his mind flayed...or is sold to a particularly cruel mistress." The dark elf knelt down beside Lyanna and secured a collar around her neck. She muttered a magic word and suddenly Lyannas' head slumped down onto the ground as she fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

***

Two cycles later, Nathrae was at the drow city of Maeralssin. She was in the audience chamber of her powerful matron, and her mothers' elder sister, Faeryl Do'Vrinn. There were several guards assembled around the large room. Her matron stood before her, in her elaborate black and purple dress robes, staring at Nathrae coldly. Her two daughters, Akordia and Talice, also stood before her, giving her contemptuous looks. 

The matrons' first son, and house weapons master, Rizzen, was also present, standing off to the side, away from his sisters. He looked as strong, confident, and handsome as ever, in his black and purple armor, with a fine longsword sheathed at his hip. He was deliberately not looking her way. Seeing him stirred up strong feelings within her. 

Her cousin was not like any other male she had known. She had known him since they were children, growing up and training in this compound. He was always obedient and loyal, of course, but he also had a great strength behind his fiery red eyes. When they had come of age, he was the only male that drew her interest. She pursued him, knowing that the matron would not allow it. His resistance did nothing to deter her, and when he surrendered himself to her, their fires of passion burned like the sun in the great sky over the surface, which she had heard all about.

She let out a deep breath. Thoughts of Rizzen made her sad. They could never be together. It was the reason why she was in this horrible situation. She looked up at the matron who held her life in her hands. There was hope that this would be the day that her circumstances change.

Her human prisoner was conscious and on her knees, with her arms bound in front of her. She wore only a thin white undershirt and small white panties. Her breasts were quite large, pressing out under her top. She appeared to be quite youthful. Nathrae knew that with humans, that may mean she had barely reached two decades. She had a hard time getting her head around that. She was in her thirteenth decade, and still considered quite young.

She wished that Palanistra hadn't insisted on taking the humans' fine armor. Then she might have made a more impressive sight. She also wished that she had some other clothes to wear, and didn't have to come before her matron in only the skimpy purple outfit the dwarf dressed her in.

"I hope you have a good reason to show your face here, Nathrae," said the matron in a stern voice.

"Matron Do'Vrinn, I bring you this surfacer. She is the leader of a human invasion party I managed to intercept. She is a powerful fighter."

"Then how did YOU catch her?

"Well...Palanistra and I..."

"Speak no more. Palanistras' involvement explains your success. You can only catch a surfacer with the help of others. It shows how far you have fallen, Nathrae."

"But I was the one who alerted them to their presence. They were very strong."

"Palanistra serves that Illithid, Raul'Thor. Tell me, what did he get out of it?"

"There were three others with her."

"So he gained three slaves, and I only get one?" 

"She's the only one of any importance; the leader. One of the others said that she was a Princess."

The drow elder narrowed her eyes, "A Princess?"

"The daughter of a monarch, Matron."

"I know what a Princess is. Tell me Nathrae; of what use is the Princess of some distant surface land to me?"

"I thought...she may have information that is useful to you, Matron. She's a strong fighter, she killed one of Palanistras' fighters by herself, after being poisoned and blinded."

Rizzen turned to the matron and spoke up, "Perhaps she could represent our house in the pits, Matron. I have told you my concerns about Turgan. He is not what he used to be. I could train the human to replace him...if she proves herself worthy."

"Perhaps Rizzen. We will see if she is as strong a fighter as Nathrae claims. If not, she could still serve as a bed-slave."

Akordia smiled, "I think Nathrae could train her for that. She has been gaining plenty of experience in that area." 

Nathrae clenched her fists and glared at her cousin. The matron turned to her, "Be quiet, Akordia." She turned back to the scantily clad woman with her piercing gold eyes, "You overstep your bounds, Nathrae. You should have informed us that the surfacers were in the area and allowed me to decide what to do about them."

"Matron, I thought that-"

"SILENCE! You were not to think, only to spy and report. You will return to your post as soon as possible."

Nathraes' heart rapidly sank, "Back to the dwarf?"

"Yes. Do you wish to complain?"

"No. I would never."

"Be glad that I still entrust you with that, Nathrae. Maybe I will allow you back in a few years if there are no more lapses of judgment like this. Now go. Do not come back again unless I summon you."

"As you command, Matron." Nathrae swiftly turned away. Her face was hot, and she grit her teeth. It was foolish to hope that her matron might be grateful. Even if the prisoner did provide useful information, or was successful in the pits, she would not be given any credit.

Her eyes briefly met with the human woman as she walked past. Her expression was stony, and didn't portray any fear, or hatred toward her. There was still strength and resolve in those large blue eyes, even if she was a captive, facing a grim future. There was something special about her, she could feel it, and she wished her matron could see it also. 

Nathrae left the room. That was probably the last she would see of her. She would likely die as a slave of house Do'Vrinn.

She walked down the halls in a dark mood. 'Maybe I'll allow you back in few years'. A few more years of acting mindless and wondering around aimlessly. Of being sodomized by that stinking dwarf most every cycle. Of bearing the humiliation of being sold to, and used by any customers that came by, like a common whore. Such work was below a noble of a powerful house, but it was her punishment to bear.

"Nathrae, wait up!" She turned and saw that it was Akordia, with her sister Talice in tow. The matrons' daughters, and her cousins. Nathrae picked up her pace. She hated those two passionately. No doubt they only wanted to rub it in and humiliate her. 

They soon caught up, and were walking beside her, matching her brisk pace. "Stay and chat with us cousin. We missed you. The house hasn't been the same without you."

"The matron said I have to get back as soon as possible."

"Yes, back to your dwarf. Tell me Tiff, is it true what they say about dwarves?"

Nathrae didn't respond as she continued walking.

Akordia snickered, "That's what he calls you isn't it? Tiff? It suits you. They say dwarves only like entering through the back door. That they only reluctantly poke a cunt if they want to breed more grubby little dwarves."

Talice giggled next to her, "They also say that dwarf cocks have quite impressive girth. Does your master have a thick fuck-pole, Tiff?"

Nathrae clenched her fists in anger, her face felt hot. "At least I am doing something useful for the house. What have you been doing? You're both worthless. Everyone knows that neither of you can match your brother in combat."

"Is that why you fucked him? You're lucky the matron went easy on you. I would have shoved a red-hot poker up your cunt. You think you're being useful? Bringing us a big-titted human? We could probably get one from the slave market, if we wanted."

"She's no ordinary human."

"Peh, she's just a bed-slave, like you."

Nathrae turned and looked at her with furious eyes, "I am not a bed-slave!"

"Then why do you have a filthy dwarf ass-fucking you every cycle, Tiff?"

Nathrae growled in anger, "Leave me be, you spider-bitten Cunt!"

"You don't talk to me that way!" She reached out and grabbed Nathraes' arm. She reacted by swinging her free arm at her face, but Akordia quickly grabbed that arm too.

"Let go!" Nathrae cried out. Then Talice swept her feet out from under her and she dropped to the hard stone floor. She cried out and struggled to get up, but Akordia had a strong grip on her arms and pinned her down under her weight. She didn't stop growling and struggling with all her might, but it was useless with the two of them holding her down.

Nathrae fought on as she was roughly turned over. "Hold her down." Akordia let go of her arms and Nathrae immediately tried to push herself up, but Talice quickly got hold of her and pinned her down under her weight. 

"Now, let's see that bed-slave ass." Akordia moved down and got hold of her briefs and yanked them down. She got hold of her bare ass cheeks and spread them apart. "Yes, that sure looks like a well burrowed-out netherhole. How about I heal it for you?"

"No!" cried out Nathrae.

Akordia just laughed, "Yes. Hold still now." She recited an incantation, summoning her magic power and her hand started to glow with a blue light. She waved the hand over the puckered hole. Nathrae could feel the strong tingling sensation in her ass, and cried out and struggled against it. After a few moments, the drow mage moved her hand away.

Akordia moved her finger up to her mouth and sucked on it gently, coating it with her saliva. Then she moved her had down again and pushed the finger into the tight little freckle. Nathrae growled and feebly struggled against her as her small ring clenched around the digit. "Mmm yeah, virgin tight! Now you can enjoy having your dwarf master stretch you out again."

"Lolth damn you! You Slut! Let me go!" Nathrae growled angrily. Akordia giggled as she wriggled her finger around the tight hole and then slipped it out. She nodded to Talice, and she let go and got off of her. Nathrae quickly crawled away and got to her feet, pulling her briefs up again. She looked at Akordia furiously. "You'll pay for that! The dwarf will notice, and I will make sure that the matron knows it's your fault."

Akordia just smiled at her. "The dwarf is too stupid to suspect anything. And if he does, our matron will more readily believe that it's all your fault. She can barely stand the sight of you, Tiff. Now hurry up and get back to him, he must be getting horny." 

Nathrae glared at her angrily as she turned and started walking away. Talice smiled at her, "See you later, Tiff." Then she turned and walked off after her sister. Nathraes' face was hot and she growled angrily as she watched them walk away. She would not forget this. She would make them pay...somehow.



Tiff Ch. 02



This story is fan-fiction for the game-A Dance With Rogues part 2, by Valine, which is a module of D&Ds Neverwinter Nights. As such, the characters, setting and most of the story belong to Valine. I have made some changes to the story, big and small, and do so with the utmost respect to the source material and author.

Be advised—this tale is quite dark, nasty and sordid, and contains slavery, graphic non-consent scenes and strong violence. This is chapter two of three. -Ax

***

The topmost layer of Maeralssin was the trading hub for the underground drow city. It was densely packed, and always bustling with activity. The city was located in a great cavern, many miles across with a high ceiling covered in large stalactites, pointing down into the urban sprawl. A high bladed wall encircled the area, and numerous tall spired building rose up from the ground, like a great pit of jagged spikes.

The powerful houses of the city had based their secure compounds in the labyrinthine network of tunnels and caverns below. The area was mostly off limits for non-drow, with the exception of slaves and those who have been specifically invited. But in the top layer, other races were allowed to trade and work, as long as they understood they were subject to drow law, which could be very harsh and discriminatory.

The seedier area of the markets was home to several of the lower slave house, gambling and prostitution dens and other places of ill repute. There were many dark alleyways leading off the run-down streets, in which shady dealings took place. This was where the fallen drow noble, Nathrae had come to attend her own shady deal.

She wore a dark grey cloak over her skimpy purple slave outfit, and only had a small concealed dagger for protection. Her matron had ordered her back to her post in the Great Northern Tunnel as soon as possible. She was defying her by coming here first, which was a very dangerous thing. Nathrae looked around nervously as she entered the gloomy alleyway, she hoped she had done enough to evade any eyes that could report back to her matron.

She had hopes that she would be accepted back into her house when she had returned to the city with the human slave she had captured. Those hopes were quickly dashed by her contemptuous matron. But she did make plans in case she had to go back to the dwarf, and that was what brought her to this sleazy part of the upper city.

There were two figures waiting for her in the alley, one was slender, the other was short and broad. As she approached them, she could better make out the older male drow with short white hair flecked with gold, and sharp red eyes. He wore simple street clothes that would not be out of place in this area, and had a small satchel slung around his shoulder. Standing next to him was a male duergar, with grey skin, a bald head, short white beard and loose-fitting dark robes.

Nathrae stopped a couple of paces from them, standing tensely.

"You're the one who contacted me?" asked the male drow, in a hushed tone that didn't carry far.

"Yes. What's he doing here?" Nathrae asked, nodding down at the duergar. She didn't like him, he reminded her of Rugnar.

"Don't mind him, he is simply here to verify your payment."

"Does he speak our tongue?"

The grey dwarf gave her a cold stare with his dull black eyes. The male drow spoke, "What does it matter? Do you have the stone?"

Nathrae saw movement in her peripheral vision and looked up. She could clearly make out the outline of three figures spread out above them on the rooftops. Behind her, she could see another person standing at the end of the alley. Her heat began to thump in her chest. She may have made a big mistake dealing with this scum. 

She looked at the male, scowling. "Just precautions," he said. "I'm willing to trade fairly if you are. But if you are not, it will be the last thing you do."

Nathrae did her best to appear calm and confident, "And do you think I would come here without precautions also? I do not display them so openly, if you see my assassins, it will be too late for you."

He gave a half smile, "If they do indeed exist."

"Do you really want to find out?" said Nathrae. She glanced down at the duergar. She knew some of his race had psionic talents. Though she trained to defend her mind against psions since she was young, she hoped that he couldn't see through her bluff. The grey dwarf just continued to stand there staring.

"No, I want to make this trade and get out of this stinking alley."

"You and me both." She reached into her cloak and pulled out a small pouch. The male drow held his hand out expectantly. 

She held it tightly, "Let me see the item." He slowly nodded, and reached into the satchel. Nathrae tensed again, this could be the point where he produced a weapon to kill her. Instead, he pulled out a roll of parchment, bound with a thin red leather strap. Nathrae was not particularly talented with magic, but she could feel the magical power contained within the scroll.

She handed the pouch over, and the rogue grabbed it from her hand. He fiddled to getting it open with one hand and peered inside. A slight smile crossed his lips and he handed it to the duergar. Nathrae waited anxiously while the dwarf carefully appraised the rare gemstone that she had stolen from Rugnars' hidden treasure cache.

He finally grunted and said something to the male drow that she didn't understand, but it sounded positive. "Your payment seems legitimate," he said.

"I know that. Now give me the scroll."

He handed the magical scroll over and Nathrae quickly tucked it away into her cloak. "It had better do as I specified, or you may see my assassins yet."

"It's what you wanted, and was not easy to aquire. I can't be held accountable as to whether the magics will have the desired effect for you, noble. I believe our business is concluded. Go back out the way you came. Give us no trouble, and you can expect none in return."

Nathrae didn't like that he had called her noble. She didn't know what had given it away, perhaps he was just assuming. He may try to make some extra coin selling information about the activities of a noble of one of the cities houses. But she was careful not to let him know who she was. She pulled her cloak tighter as she slowly stepped back. She gave one last nod to the drow rogue and reluctantly turned her back to them as she began to stride out of the alley. 

She didn't allow herself believe that she was out of danger yet. The scroll she had tucked under her cloak was a precaution, yet she had taken such a big risk to acquire it.

***

A small square cell, barely four paces across. Steel bars criss-crossed along the front. Three hard smooth walls, a low ceiling and solid steel grating on the floor completed the room. There was a basic straw mat by the wall, a stinky metal pail in the corner for defecating, and another pail at the front with strange-tasting fresh water. 

That was Lyannas' small lonely world.

It was dark, but not completely pitch black, thank the gods. Her eyes had adjusted to the very dim ambient light as much as they could. She had been stripped naked, not even given the barest scrap of rags to cover herself. Just like with the darkness, she had adjusted to the feeling of the cool damp air on her exposed skin.

Now and then, drow guards, usually male, would walk by her cell and peer in at her like she was some exotic curiosity. She would be brought a few of meals, trays of simple meat, grains and mushrooms that was barely enough to stave off her hunger. It was difficult to measure the time down there, but she estimated that it was around twelve hours between meals. That would mean she would have been down there for only a little over twenty four hours. It felt like much longer.

As she sat there on the mat with her back to the cool hard rear wall, her thoughts drifted elsewhere. She thought about her sweet lover, Pia. That first night they met, in the private room of the Lionshead Inn. She drank the sweet wine and watched the pretty blonde bard in her brightly coloured outfit as she sat with such feminine grace and looked her over with her sultry brown eyes. 

And the beautiful melodious music filled the air as she elegantly plucked at the strings of her lute. She couldn't recall the words of the song, but remembered her bewitching silky voice which had her feeling warm and light-headed. That may have also been the wine, which she was quite unaccustomed to, but there was no doubt that the two of them shared a deep connection. And later, when the beautiful bard swept her off into her warm bed, it was not only Lyannas' first time with a woman, but the first sexual experience she had truly enjoyed.

It was one of the best nights of her life. 

Lyanna sighed as she shook the images from her head. Pia had followed her there, far from home. She put her faith in Lyanna to keep her safe. And the princess rogue had got her lost in the underdark and captured by drow. She may even be dead. A tear rolled down Lyannas' face. It was too sad to think about.

Lyanna sat there, not allowing herself to remember her radiant bard, who she was responsible for. She felt like an empty husk; so hollow and empty. She had felt like that before...one time. 

One time, she had been an innocent, care-free Princess. 

Some say her father, the King, was a great leader, who was inexplicably betrayed by his closest allies. Others say that he got too greedy, and was blinded by the power his allies, the mighty Dhorn Empire had afforded him. He refused to see the threat that they posed to his own kingdom. The pious Dhorn weren't interested in gaining allies; only dominance. Pretty Princess Lyanna had no concern for such things, she left those games to the men in power.

Her father assured her that there was nothing to worry about when the Dhorn invaded their borders-it was all just a misunderstanding, and would be amended promptly. Then the Dhorn forces took the city. Her father still calmly assured her that their secure castle would never be breached, things would be all right. Lyanna trusted him, even though, deep down, she was more frightened than she had ever been in her life.

And then that horrifying night came. She could hear the fighting slowly getting closer, like an unstoppable tide. The clashing of blades, loud shouting, agonized screams, she heard it all as she cowered in her bedroom with her handmaiden, Tina. Finally, she couldn't take the waiting any longer and left the bedroom against her handmaidens' protests.

That was when she confronted true evil for the first time in her young life. Tina was cut down in front of her without warning. Then the Dhorn officer coldly ordered her own execution. Lyanna didn't know how she got away from the soldiers, but she ran. She ran and she ran through the castle, but everywhere she looked, her fathers' men were dead, and there were only her red-caped enemies.

It was in that moment, fleeing for her life in absolute terror, that she first encountered Vico. The black-clad criminal snatched her away into one of the castles' secret tunnels. He then delivered the devastating news; her parents had been murdered. The Princess was still reeling in shock, when he did the unthinkable-he tore her clothes off and raped her. 

Lovely innocent Princess Lyanna had died that night. That was when she had become an empty husk; after having everything-her whole life torn away from her in one unbelievably cruel blow. Eventually, she began to fill that husk, as she began her new life. The criminal organization she had fallen in with; The Family, taught her the tricks of their underworld trade, and she was determined to become the best rogue she could be.

She saw the city of Betancuria in a much different way; not looking down on it from the keep, but being in there amongst it, a part of the chaos. The city could be colorful, vibrant and welcoming, as well as sleazy, dark and dangerous. She learned the hard way about black-hearted men who would prey on pretty young women like herself for a fleeting moment of power and gratification. There was no one there to protect her any more, she could only count on herself.

And so she trained in combat with Master Hatori, a long-time member of the Family. The patient master would spend hours with her in the basement below his tea shop, teaching the arts of dodging, blocking and striking. It was not easy for her, but her master could see her strength and determination, and pushed her hard. As a result, she was able to hold her own in most every combat situation, inside and outside of the city. 

It didn't help her when she walked blindly into the drow ambush, though. Once again, she cursed herself for being so stupid. She felt tremendous guilt for the deep peril her party was in.

Now, everything had been taken away from her again. Once again, she felt like a hollow husk. Was Lyanna the rogue dead? Would she have no choice now but to become Lyanna the slave? How cruel the fates could be.

No. She couldn't accept this fate. There were people depending on her; Master Nathan, who gave her a second chance at life. Chella, who gave her care and comfort when she needed it most. Anden, who showed her there are still some men who still had honor, loyalty and chivalry. Pia, who she loved dearly, and who brought joy into her life once again. 

Even Vico, he was an insufferable bastard, but he had saved her life more than once. And there was no doubt that he was loyal to The Family, for reasons she had not yet discovered. She needed his help. They were all counting on her. Lyanna the rogue was much stronger and wiser than Princess Lyanna. She would find a way.

She looked up and saw him standing there-the male drow from the audience chamber when she was brought in. Was he her master? Lyanna picked herself up off the floor. She stood in the middle of the cell to face him, not attempting to cover her nakedness. She just stared back. He was obviously a fighter, by the way he carried himself, and his attire-black and purple light armor, which covered his whole lean, but muscular frame. He also had a black cape draped over his shoulders and a thin longsword sheathed at his belt.

His head was shaved on each side, around his pointed ears, and he had a thick mane of white hair running down the middle. He continued to calmly stare with his intense red eyes. Lyanna had wondered if he wanted to have sex with her, but his eyes never wondered over her body with a lustful gaze. He also didn't have the look of a master reveling in the power he held over his slave. She knew what that looked like. 

His face was hard to read, it was almost like he was measuring her somehow. Was he waiting for her to do something? He wasn't giving any indication of wanting anything from her.

Lyanna stayed quiet, even though her mind was bubbling with questions. She couldn't understand their drowish tongue, she wondered if he could understand hers'. More than anything, she wanted to know what they were going to do with her, how long she would be left in her cell. She had a terrible feeling that when she would be taken out, it would not be good for her, but it could possibly present an opportunity.

Lyanna crossed her arms in front of her, beneath her large pale boobs as she waited. She didn't know what she was waiting for. For a few more minutes, the drow just stared at her, appearing very calm and patient. Then, without saying a word, her turned and walked back down the dungeon corridor. Lyanna was left standing there naked in her small gloomy cell.

***

Nathrae made it back to the Great Northern Tunnel and let her lizard mount go free. She walked up along the tunnel several miles on foot until she got to her cache in a nondescript part of the stony wall. There was a head-sized rock embedded in the wall, which she pulled away. She then reached into the crevice and pulled out the small sack and the magical gem that was inside. 

The drow woman activated the gem and then spoke to it, "Drider-dung-one checking in. I am heading back to my post now." The words were magically transported back to her handler at Maeralssin. She obviously didn't choose her code name. Nathrae waited for a response and any further instructions. 

After a few moments, the gem started to glow and she heard a female voice, "Proceed." 

She put the gem back into its pouch and into the hole in the wall. She also carefully rolled the scroll and dagger into her cloak, and tucked them away in the crevice. The rock was then moved back into place, and she made sure that there was nothing to draw attention to the spot. Then she set about covering herself in dirt and cobwebs, scratching and cutting herself in various places with a sharp rock. Nathrae let out a sigh and continued on down the tunnel. She was dreading this moment.

The glowing stones ahead showed that she had arrived. She approached the wooden sign, with its welcome message in several languages. The iron door was closed. The dwarf still thought that she was not capable of opening doors. It was best to let him keep believing that, or he may start locking her away. So she waited outside. She had only been gone a few cycles. She hoped the dwarf was still looking for her, and she wouldn't be left out there too long.

Nathrae waited around the entrance. Walking and standing about, getting into her mindless act again. The hardest part of her ruse was dealing with the tedious boredom. She would often reminisce about the past, and her mind would often unwillingly drift to Rizzen. They were enjoyable memories, but often left her feeling sad and empty. She could never have him.

After waiting around an hour, she could hear someone traveling down the tunnel from the north. It made Nathrae tense up. She didn't know who it was, what if someone wanted to harm her, or claim her? She considered just going inside, but decided to just stay there and keep playing the mindless Tiff.

The heavy footsteps got louder. With her darkvision she could see just one squat figure, and as it got closer, she recognized it as a dwarf or duergar. Then she heard a gruff voice, "Tiff?" Rugnar stepped forward, he wasn't inside after all. His ruddy bearded face wore a surprised expression, "Tiff, ye come back again. Oh thank the gods." 

Nathrae didn't look at him, she just stared off blankly at the tunnel wall. The dwarf dropped the large pack he was carrying and approached her. He got hold of her, turned her head, and stroked his big rough hand along her dirty cheek. "Yer in a bit of a state, aint ya? Where the heck have ye been? Ye disappeared not long after those humans were here. I thought that damned rogue had come back an' stole you away." 

He smiled brightly and then wrapped his thick arms around her. Nathrae let out a squeal as he gave her a squeezing hug. Soon he let her go again and stood back, holding her at arms length. "I wish ye wouldn't go wandering off like that, ye naughty lass. I aint letting ye of me sight again. Ye can be sure of o' that." He unlocked the door and opened it. The iron golem was standing just inside, facing the door. "It's okay Jax, jus' me, and look 'ere, Tiffy has come back too." 

The dwarf took Nathraes' hand and led her through the short tunnel and into the shop. He started singing some awful dwarven drinking song, obviously in a good mood. Nathrae wrinkled her nose, he smelt worse than ever. He settled his pack down by the stone counter and turned and looked at his dark elf again. "Yer, hungry and thirsty, I bet." 

She greedily accepted the water and bread he offered. Rugnar looked her over, examining the cuts on scrapes on her filthy body. "You were damn lucky again. Ye can't go off on yer own, silly girl. Something'll do ye in."

He heated some water and filled the large metal tub. Nathrae just stood there staring blankly as he undressed her. Soon he was bathing her in the tub, wiping a wet cloth over her dark slender body. She winced as he wiped over her stinging cuts and scrapes. He kept smiling at her, "Ye always come back, don't ya, Tiff?...Ye know those humans that were here? They gone and got 'emselves caught by that mind-flayer, Raul-Thor. He's probably made a snack of 'em by now. He sold me some of their gear fer a good price." 




Tiff Ch. 02



He went over to his pack and pulled out some red armor and held it up. "It's what that black-haired beauty was wearin'-Red Dragon Leather, magically enhanced. It's the best light armor I've ever seen, that's fer sure. I won't be lettin' this go cheap. But I gotta wonder if I'll ever get any customers rich enough to buy it. I'm just happy to be in possession of such a fine piece. Got 'er sword as well. That's a fine quality blade."

Nathrae didn't show any reaction, but he had got her attention. She remembered Pelanistra demanding the Princesses armor and weapons. She didn't think they would end up back here. 

The dwarf put the armor down on his counter and went back over to Nathrae, sitting in the tub. He had a hungry look on his bearded face as his eyes roamed over her naked body. He reached down and started rubbing her bare breast and playing with her dark nipples. "I missed ya Tiff. A man has needs, as ye well know. Let's go to bed, and ye can take care of me."

Nathrae knew that this was coming, this was what she was coming back to. He grabbed her under her arms and lifted her up. The warm water cascaded down her slim body. He pulled her out of the tub and she stood there as he quickly toweled her off. Then he had her hand, leading her into his bedroom.

When they got into the room, Rugnar forcefully pulled her to him. He stooped her head down and locked his lips into hers as he pushed his tongue into her mouth as he kissed her. Nathrae always found this disgusting, but just stood there and let him explore her mouth as his rough hands groped at her naked body. His wiry beard brushed over the soft skin of her face. She let out muffled squeals when his hands rubbed over her minor cuts and scrapes, giving her small jolts of pain. He roughly groped and squeezed at her ass.

As the dwarf lustily kissed her, she could feel his hand slipping up the cleft of her butt, and fat fingers prodding around her netherhole. Now she was worried that he would notice what Akordia had done to her and it would arouse his suspicions. That bitch had put her life at risk. She couldn't imagine the dwarf reacting favorably if he found out that her presence there was all a ruse.

The dwarf stopped kissing her, but kept his hot hairy face close to hers. He was panting heavily, his breath was hot and nasty. She could feel his bulky erection rubbing up against her, and it had her pulse quickening. He turned her around and pushed her onto the bed, bending her over so that her stomach was on the mattress with her legs over the edge. He had taken her this way many times before.

Rugnar groped at her butt cheeks again with his large rough hands. "Wait here for me, Sweet Tiffy." Then he left the room. Nathrae was left there bent over the bed. She knew well what was coming, and her asshole twitched in anticipation. Soon it was going stretched painfully wide around the stinking dwarfs' fuck-meat. 

Rugnar soon returned with his jar of grease. He dropped his pants and his short broad erection poked out from his thick wiry bush. He applied a generous amount of the slimy substance over the mushroom-like head and bulky shaft. He also rubbed some of the grease around the dark elfs' little pucker. The feeling of the cool slimy substance and the prodding around her little hole sent tingling sensations through her lower body.

He positioned himself behind her, rubbing his hard slimy cock through the cleft of her ass. His big rough hands got a firm hold of her dark ass cheeks and spread them apart as he started prodding his fat head at the clenched opening. The slimy glans slipped up a few times. Ragnar was groaning with excitement as he got a firm hold of his rod and pressed it into her. The tight sphincter was resisting the impending invasion. "Come on Tiffy Girl. Open up for me."

He forced it forward and the drow woman cried out as her ring was painfully stretched open. She pressed her face down into the mattress as the sharp pain filled her mind. Ragnar groaned loudly as his ample round head sunk into the clasping hole. He gripped her ass firmly as he thrust forward and buried his turgid member even deeper into the drows' ass. Soon his wiry pubic hair and heavy balls pressed into her skin as his cock was wedged in as deep as it could go. 

Nathrae grit her teeth and stopped herself from crying out again. Tears welled in her eyes. The constant fervid pain from her overstretched sphincter was almost unbearable. It was worse than it had been before. The meaty log was wedged into her body felt really huge as it filled her hole completely.

Rugnar let out another loud animalistic groan, "Grraaahhh...Shit Tiffy!..I forgotten how tight ye are. Feels like yer trying to squeeze me dick off. What an amazing ass!" He slowly pulled back and then pushed forward again. Nathrae could feel the intense rubbing as the thick member slid through her stretched hole.

She squealed and groaned as he got into a steady rhythm. He held her ass firmly as he continually drove his rigid cock forward into her torrid depths. Nathrae was getting bucked forward on the bed as she was roughly sodomized. Her violated asshole was aching as the fat shaft repeatedly rammed its way through her squeezing ring. 

Rugnar was grunting and growling like an animal as he pounded the small drow woman. The feeling was familiar to Nathrae, who had been fucked this way by the dwarf many times over the last couple of years. But this time it was more intense, more painful and more degrading. She grit her teeth and tried her best not to clench around the plundering organ. She cursed Akordia for tightening her ass. It felt like the dwarf was bludgeoning her insides with a heavy club. 

The dwarf slowed down and pulled back until his bulbous head was release from the tight hugging hole. Her aching sphincter slowly closed up again as he slapped his slimy cock against her dark fleshy cheeks. He then lined his thick cock up with her swollen asshole and pushed it in again. Nathrae moaned into the bedding as she was obscenely penetrated.

The sweaty dwarf only gave a couple of deep thrusts before pulling out again. He groaned with pleasure as he pushed it back in and her warm flesh was squeezing him tightly once more. He rubbed his hands over the smooth skin of her back before getting a tight hold of her hips and raising his drow slave up into a better position. He began giving deep steady thrusts into her ass once again.

Nathrae could only lay there, bent over the bed and endure it as the rough pounding went on. She was panting and groaning as she was continually bucked forward. His heavy hairy balls continually slapped against her pussy. She could see Akordia and Talice laughing at her and teasing her in her mind. It made her angry. Now she really did feel like a bedslave, being roughly abused for her masters' pleasure.

After a short while, Ragnar started grunting and growling louder. His broad throbbing cock suddenly blew its load into her tight hole. He stopped thrusting and wedged it in deep. He let out a ridiculous sounding groan as his cock throbbed and spurted again. Nathrae felt the warm wet cum fill her ass. "Naaah, ooh yeah Tiffy. That feels so good!...Oooh fuck!"

Slowly he pulled his cock back. The fat shaft slid out through her ass inch by inch until it was released from the squeezing grip. Warm cum spilt out after it and ran down her smooth netherlips. Rugnar wiped his wet cock over her dark butt, leaving a wet slimy trail.

He rubbed his hand along her back. "Ahhh, I really needed that. It's wonderful to have ye back, Tiff." Nathrae just lay on the bed getting her breath back. She was glad he was done. But she knew that there was much more of this to come. It was what her accursed matron had sentenced her to.

She was a slave, but there were no chains, no locks, she could leave any time she wanted. And that was what tormented her most. Where would she go? She was no great fighter, or mage, no thief or assassin. She was a noble, it was who she was. And without House Do'Vrinn, she was nothing.

She had put her own desires before her matron and her house. So she would endure this strident debasing punishment for as long as it takes, and then set about rebuilding her standing in her house. She winced as she felt the dull throbbing ache in her slimy asshole. The next few years were not going to be easy.

***

Lyanna was standing stark naked in the center of her small cell, watching her drow master once again. She guessed that it had been around four days since she had been brought there, judging from the number of meals she had received. She had not been taken out of her cell in that time. And he had shown up half a dozen times, always quietly staring. She always stood and stared back, wondering what it was he wanted. 

She had never tried to talk to him. She always waited for him to speak, though he never did. Lyanna wondered if that was what he was waiting for. Or was he waiting for her to break? Perhaps she would, it was starting to get to her, being confined to the small gloomy cell, with almost nothing to occupy her, though she was fully aware that things could be much worse.

The dark elf had been calmly studying her with his intense red eyes for a while now. She expected that he would soon have enough of it, and walk away. Then he suddenly turned his head. His neutral expression changed to one of disgust and annoyance. There was someone else down there in the dungeons.

***

Akordia strode up to Rizzen, who was standing just outside the cell. She was flanked by two male guards, in their full black armor, bearing the seal of house Do'Vrinn. 

"Dear brother," she said in greeting.

"What do you want, Akordia?" he asked, barely hiding his annoyance.

She stopped in front of the metal bars and looked into the cell. "Hmm, look at her. Such a pretty exotic lizard you have in your cage. Such pale skin, black hair, big bulging bosom, dark bush drawing attention to her soft netherlips. Does the sight of her excite you, little brother?"

"What do you want?" he asked again.

"I just wanted to check on the slave our dear cousin, Nathrae brought us. Do you think she brought her here just for you, Rizzen? You seem to enjoy looking. Have you slipped your little cock into her juicy human snatch yet?"

Rizzen scowled, "The matron has put me in charge of training her for the pits."

"Hmmph, she doesn't look like a fighter. Have you even tested her yet? Or do you just like staring at her plump teats?" She looked at the naked human, who was just standing there, listening, even though she would have no idea what they were saying.

"Her testing has begun. Please do not interfere. You've had a look, now leave us."

"I've heard she hasn't even left her cell yet. Are you afraid she won't prove herself worthy, and you won't have her around to look at any more? I think I will do the testing for you. I'll make sure she is truly worthy of representing our great house." She nodded to the guards, "Remove her from the cell."

Rizzen raised himself up to her, "No, you won't. I am the Weapons Master. It's the matrons' orders. I will do things my way."

She suddenly reached forward and grabbed at his groin. Rizzen growled and jumped back, putting his hand on the sword hilt at his waist. She hissed at him, threateningly, "What, are you going to draw on me?! Don't forget that you have dangly bits down there, brother. Even the lowest daughter is above the highest son. Why do I feel I need to remind you of that?"

The guards had the cell door open. Lyanna didn't resist as they pulled her out. She stood around a foot taller than her drow captors. The guards held their blades threateningly. "This goes against the matrons' wishes," said Rizzen angrily.

"Go running to her with your little problems then. But just watch yourself. You can still easily fall out of favor with dear mother. Don't forget that...boy. I bet Nathrae wasn't completely to blame for your disgusting tryst, you can be a proper little cunt-tease, can't you?" She turned back to the guards, "Bind her arms."

Rizzen grit his teeth, clearly seething. "Lolth damn you, Akordia! Why do you need to bind her arms?"

"That's my business. Don't interfere now. If she passes the test, I'll bring her back for you. If not, she'll be dead and you can fuck her bloody corpse." Lyanna looked at him one last time before she was marched off with the First Daughter and the guards. Rizzen clenched his fists and exhaled sharply, before turning and storming off.

***

Lyanna didn't like this. Stark naked, with her arms bound behind her back, she was lead down the dark corridor. She had seen the drow woman in the audience chamber; one of the nobles of the house. The male was clearly very displeased with her. They had a heated argument outside her cell, which looked to be about her. The male ended up grudgingly submitting to her, though. Lyanna knew that in drow society, women held the power, which was the opposite of the world she had grown up in.

Where was she being taken? A feeling of dread overcame her. She just wanted to go back to her cell.

They didn't go very far. It was on the same level, still part of the dungeons. Lyanna could see the metal bars of a few larger cells, most of which appeared empty. One of the cells clearly wasn't empty, she could see the big brutish green head looking out at them. It was an orc. Much like the raiders she had faced back at Westwood. 

His eyes seemed to light up when he saw them. "Sil-tin ghil uk-tan ussta!" he growled excitedly. Lyanna could tell that they were drowish words, they sounded strange slurring out from his wide tusked mouth. He was big. Tall and broad, with many thick scars running over his body. His rough scarred head was bald and half his left ear was missing. He wore only a simple loincloth. 

"Il udus jivvin belaern, Tulgan." the drow woman replied.

The orc let out a deep laugh, "Hehehe, ssinjin ulur je vith!" Then he switched to common as he stared hungrily at Lyannas' breasts and rubbed his groin, "I like pinkies."

She then saw two other orcs behind him in the cell. They were shorter, but also had broad muscular and scarred bodies. Each of them stared lustily at her naked form. The drow woman turned to Lyanna, smiling. She reached out and got hold of her large round breasts. "Elend vekyn kal nintan bel'lar ust, Vizzen. Jivven lintaguth yobol il dalninil folkhel." She turned and smiled at the three excited orcs in the cell.

"No, please...don't." Lyanna pleaded.

"Trill rath. Tlas uil linthre," she called out. The orcs nodded and slowly stepped back from the iron bars, but continued to grunt and chatter excitedly. The guards began unlocking the cell door. 

Lyanna looked back into Akordias' red eyes, "Please..." 

The drow woman just smiled back, showing the bright white teeth in her dark face, "Inbel jivvin, Tulgan!" The guards then got hold of her and pushed her into the cell. Lyanna squealed as the largest orc immediately pounced on her. Big rough hands were all over her body, groping and squeezing.

She struggled against him, but the strong orc held her tightly as he savagely pawed at her. Tulgan panted and grunted as he rubbed his hand down over her dark bush and then prodded his fingers around her soft folds, before forcing two of them up inside her. Lyanna let out a loud squeal at the crude violation. 

Another orc got behind her and reached around to grope at her breasts, squeezing them hard and pinching her nipples. Turgan stooped down and got a fistful of her hair, forcing her head back. He licked along her teary face. Lyanna was terrified, her heart was thumping rapidly as she endured the onslaught of intense stimulation. The orcs were like wild beasts getting into a frenzy.

The fat digits slipped out of her violated cunt and she was yanked away from the orcs' grasp as Turgan growled out something to the others. She cried out as she was roughly thrown down onto a firm mattress by the wall. Lyanna struggled to get up, but the huge orc was quickly climbing on top of her and began grabbing at her highly toned voluptuous body again. 

She cried out as he got hold of her legs and raised them, pushing her shoulders down into the mattress. The orc fighter sat on the bedding and raised her crotch up to his head. He then spat a glob of saliva onto her slit and started wildly rubbing at it with his rough tongue. 

Lyanna gasped and looked up as she was being tongue-lashed by the excited brute. She saw the drow woman standing there outside the cell. She was looking down at the distressed human and gave a wicked teasing smile. Then one of the orcs got between them, obstructing her view. He squatted down and brought his big erect cock to her face. 

Lyanna screwed her face up as the fat dark-green glans rubbed over her skin, leaving a cool wet trail. She could smell the musty unwashed odor of the orcs' crotch. She felt the weight of his large hairy balls on her forehead. He got hold of her jaw and prodded the blunt head into her lips. She knew that she was in no position to deny them anything. She opened her mouth and the big green cock slid past her lips. 

Her mouth watered and she got the unpleasant taste of him as she sucked on the hefty member. Turgan decided she was wet enough, and lowered her groin back down to the mattress. The other orc got hold of her hair and roughly forced his cock deeper into her mouth, making her gag. At the same time, she could feel Turgan shuffling up between her legs. 

Then there was the dreaded feeling of the blunt cockhead prodding into her wet cunt. It pushed forward and split her lips open as she was painfully penetrated. Lyanna cried out a round the thick cock in her mouth. Tears rolled down her red face. The orc cock felt massive as it forced its way into her tight channel. Turgan grunted loudly as he thrust forward and sunk it in deep. 

He started to rock his cock back and forth, getting into a steady rhythm. Lyanna gasped, groaned and gagged, while the other orc thrust into her hot face. Turgan stopped thrusting and wedged his huge cock deep into her core. She could feel her tender walls stretched tightly around the throbbing organ. He growled something at the other orc, who growled back as he pushed his cock back and forth into her slurping mouth. 

"She is mine!" said Turgan forcibly.

The orc let out a frustrated growl and reluctantly pulled his cock out from her open lips. Lyanna coughed and gasped. He slapped his wet cock against her cheek, before getting up off of her. Turgan leant forward, moving his bulky body over her. She looked up toward the front of the cell and saw through her teary eyes that the drow woman was now gone. 

She had been left here with these brutes? For how long?! She wasn't sure how much more of this she could endure. 

The big orc got hold of her head and turned it so that she was face to face with him. A cruel smile crossed his craggy green face. "You like to get fucked hard, pretty Kurv?!" His hand slid down over her smooth skin until it was cupping her large breast. He gave the firm flesh a hard squeeze. He then raised his ass, pulling his cock back several inches, before ramming it in deep again. Lyanna cried out as he started thrusting hard between her spread legs. 

She continued to cry and gasp and moan as her stretched pussy was relentlessly assaulted. The large burly orc was grunting loudly with each hard thrust. Lyanna could see the other two orcs standing over them in the gloomy cell, slowly stroking their hard cocks. Her cunt was mercifully becoming wetter as her body responded to the vigorous stimulation. 

Turgan slowed his pace again. He was putting his hefty weight into her, squashing her down into the mattress. Lyanna could feel his big bulbous cockhead prodding deep inside her, and his large hairy balls pressing into her skin. He got hold of her red sweaty face again, and licked along her cheek, tasting her salty tears. "I am Turgan the Terror!" he growled. "Champion of the pits. Strongest fighter these fucking drow cunts have ever seen!" 




Tiff Ch. 02



He pulled her hair back sharply, making her squeal. "Say my name, Kurv!" Lyanna grit her teeth as she glared at him. He got hold of her left nipple and pinched it hard, making her shriek. 

"Naaaggh...fucking Turgan!" she spat.

"Yes...Say my name as I fuck you." He raised his ass and pushed his cock in deep again. His hard pounding resumed as Lyanna gasped and cried out under him. The big thrusting cock hurt like hell, and she was disgusted by the big smelly brute. She desperately wanted it to end. 

Turgan grit his sharp teeth and was growling strenuously as he continued to plough into the helpless human trapped beneath him. He started to grunt louder as he slowed his thrusts, but was still driving his rigid organ down forcefully. Then he dropped down on top of her. Lyanna groaned as his heavy sweaty body squashed her into the bedding. She began to panic, she couldn't breathe.

The big orc groaned noisily as he gave a few more deep strokes. Then he pushed the throbbing organ in deep and let out a low growl. Lyanna could feel it throbbing strongly, and then the horrible feeling of the warm wetness spilling out inside her. She just groaned and tried to thrash about under the heavy sweaty body. She was terrified that he was going to suffocate her. 

Then the big orc slowly raised himself up on his powerful arms. Lyanna gasped for breath. Her face had turned purple and red, and was wet with perspiration and tears. Turgan gasped as well, he had a blissful look on his rugged features. He rocked his hips and gave some more slow and deep thrusts. The fat member pushed through the ravaged cum-soaked pussy, as the thick pearly fluid leaked out from her stretched opening.

The orcish barbarian gave a long blissful growl as he pulled his thick wet cock out from the tight-gripping hole. More warm cum spilled out from the gaping rosy slit, which had been reamed raw by the monstrous invader. He got hold of the green shaft and wiped his slimy cockhead over her dark bush of pubic hair. 

Lyanna just lay back on the bedding, still hot and gasping. Her pussy throbbed and ached from the vigorous assault. And she shuddered with disgust at the feeling of the slimy fluids the vile orc had deposited inside her. She saw his ugly green face smiling down at her, and two more behind it, leering at her with hungry eyes. She turned her head and looked up at the front of the cell. When was the drow bitch going to return for her? Why the hell was she being punished like this?

"Finally! It my turn now," said one of the other orcs standing over them. They still had hold of their erect cocks. Lyanna shuddered, it was the last thing she wanted to hear, but she knew the other two wanted to rape her as well, and there was nothing she could do to stop them. 

"I told you-she is mine!" growled Turgan.

"Got to share the human!" exclaimed the other.

Turgan lifted himself up on the bed and stood up. Lyanna blinked up at him, he looked huge, towering over her. "Think you can tell me what I got to do? You want to challenge me, Burgal?"

"No!" He answered straight away, lowering his eyes in submission. "She is yours, Turgan. You fuck the little kurv hard. Can we have a turn...please."

The big orc chuckled, "You will owe me...yes?" 

"...Yes, Turgan."

He looked at the other orc, standing by the wall, "Yes, Turgan."

"Fuck the kurv, then." 

The orc smiled as he got down onto the bed with the bound naked woman. Lyanna let out a frustrated groan as he began pawing at her sweaty breasts. The other one came over and knelt down over her head. Soon he was rubbing his erection over her moist red face. She could smell his pungent precum. Turgan just stood over them, smiling. 

Then the big rough hands were grabbing hold of her, roughly flipping her over and positioning her on her knees with her ass raised in the air. Lyanna groaned as she was posed like a fuck-toy. With her arms still bound behind her back, her face was pressed down into the mattress. More cum dribbled out from her violated cunt.

Burgal didn't waste any time getting behind her and lining up his hard cock with the wet puffy slit. Lyanna cried out as her sore pussy was penetrated again. The orc grabbed her hips forcefully and started ramming his cock in hard and deep, making cum splatter from the grasping hole. 

The other orc sat down on the mattress and shuffled forward. He got hold of the moaning womans' chin and raised her head. Soon Lyanna felt the fat cock prodding into her lips. She reluctantly opened wide to accommodate the thick member as it entered her mouth. 

Burgals' fingers dug painfully into her waist. He was driving his groin forward furiously, bucking her with each deep thrust. The other orc held her head and was rhythmically pumping his cock into her sucking mouth. The cockhead would hit the back of her throat now and then, making her gag, but she couldn't do anything about it. She could only take all the green savages had to give.

Turgan continued to look down at them and give a tusky smile. His cock was already beginning to swell again. He had been given bed-slaves before, usually as a reward for winning in the pits. But this pretty little human was special. He didn't know how long he had her for, but he would make it count. 

***

Akordia entered the dungeon feeling quite satisfied. She had put her headstrong brother in his place. And now she was proving that there was nothing special about the human slave Nathrae had brought in. She was just a piece of fuck-meat for smelly orc brutes. And soon she will be dead. 

She was also satisfied from having just taken her two comely guardsmen, which were once again walking dutifully right behind her. It was a perk of being First Daughter of a powerful house; she had her pick of the males, and none dare refuse her. The sight of brutish orc gladiator forcing his cock into the helpless human, rutting her like a wild beast, was enough to stoke the flames of arousal deep within her loins. 

Of course, she would never lower herself to fornicate with a stinking animal like that. But she imagined the orcs savagely forcing themselves on the exotic human as her obedient males did as she bid of them, pleasuring her with their hands, mouths and rigid staffs. She wondered if the human slave would get any carnal pleasure from being mounted by the excited beasts. She looked like a proud one, even stripped naked. Let's see how proud she is with her holes reamed raw and filled with orc seed.

As she approached the cell, she could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex; continuous wet slapping, bestial grunts and groans, heavy panting, muffled moans. She got to the metal bars and peered in. The sight put a smile on her face and made her pulse quicken. The mattress had been dragged to the center of the cell. Turgans' large form was sprawled over it, the human was straddling him, side on to where Akordia was watching. Burgal was on top and behind her, her large tits wobbled about wildly as she received disjointed thrusts into her cunt and ass from the two orcs. The other orc was in front of her, holding her head while he pumped his hard cock into her wet red face. 

She moaned around the rigid member, her eyes were red and puffy and glazed over. There were pearly streaks of cum on her face and in her hair. More cum was splattering out of her ravaged holes as the orcs pumped their fat organs into them. Akordia licked her lips-my, my, all three at once, what a filthy slut! She wished that Rizzen was there, to see his pretty pet defiled and used like that. She would make sure he hears all about it. 

"Open the door," she ordered the guards.

They promptly did as she said. It appeared that the slaves hadn't even noticed them, being so caught up in their carnal activities. Akordia entered the cell, and her two guards flanked her, holding their blades. She wrinkled her nose, Oh Lolth! this place stank at the best of times, now it was pungent with sweat and sex, as well as the orcs' terrible hygiene. "Get away from the female, slaves!" she said loud and clearly.

The orcs all stopped pumping and turned their ugly heads to face her, scowling. The one with his cock in her mouth was the first to reluctantly obey. He slipped his wet member out from her lips and she coughed and gasped and spat. Burgal let out an annoyed grunt, He gave one last hard thrust into her ass, making her yelp, then slipped out from the tight hole. The exhausted sweaty human lay on top of Turgan, her head resting on his broad chest. The big orc grabbed her ass and gave several more deep thrusts into her squishy cunt.

"I told you to get away from her, Turgan," said Akordia, sternly. 

"Nnnagh, let me finish."

"No. If I need to tell you again, you will be punished. Perhaps you will be sodomized."

"No one would dare!" he said as he rammed his cock in deep, making the human cry out.

"I would." 

Turgan let out a frustrated growl, and then pulled his huge rod out from the cum-soaked pussy. Lyanna squealed as he rolled over and dumped her on the mattress, then got up and stood back with the other orc slaves. Akordia could see their wet erections jutting out in front of them, as well as the resentful looks they were giving her. She could have let them finish, but it's good to remind them who the mistress is.

The human woman was sprawled on the soiled mattress, getting her breath back. She looked exhausted, her naked body glistening with sweat. There was a sticky film of cum around her groin. She looked up into her eyes with quiet rage. 

"Stand up, slave," the drow mistress hissed down at her.

The human didn't stir, and just kept glaring. Akordia spat on her. Stupid Slit, can't even understand simple commands...useless! She moved forward and gave a sharp kick to her gut. "I said, get to your feet, Slut!" The human winced, and grit her teeth as she continued to glare up at Akordia. 

Turgan growled something in their crude language. Akordia realized that he had translated her command. She looked up at him, and her eyes were drawn down his bulky cock, which had started go soft and hang from his messy groin. "Did I ask for your assistance, Brute?"

"No mistress," he answered, unapologetically.

Then the human stirred, rolling over so that she was sitting up. She winced in pain, her pussy and ass must have been extremely sore and tender. Her arms were still bound behind her back, that would also make getting up quite difficult. She groaned as she rocked herself forward and got up onto her knees, then slowly raised herself up on shaky legs. She stood up to her full height and looked down at Akordia with intense hatred.

Akordia glared back with her ruby eyes. She would never tolerate being looked at like that by a slave. Good thing she will soon be dead. She looked down at the human womans' sticky groin, cum was still leaking out of her and running down her long toned legs. "Look at you, Pathetic Slut!" She turned around, "Let's go."

"You taking my tasty little kurv away from me so soon?!" called Turgan, behind her.

"You're coming with us, orc." 

"Where?"

"You'll see."

***

They didn't go very far at all; just down to corridor, to the large open chamber that was the gladiators' training area. A place that Rizzen frequented, though he was nowhere to be seen at that time. Candles burnt along the walls, illuminating the area for the sake of the non-drow fighters. It made Akordias' eyes squint and water, as she adjusted to the bright light.

There were weapon racks lining the east wall, holding a variety of weapons, including wooden and blunted training weapons. Several training dummies and circular targets ran along the north wall. The rest of the chamber was quite bare and empty, with a flat stone floor. 

Akordia looked at her human slave. In the candlelight, she could see red marks all over her pale skin where the brutes had roughly handled her, particularly around her plump teats. She must have been feeling very sore and tender-good! Turgan stood close by as well, his fat green cock hung limply now, but was still quite impressive. He looked at ease, standing there naked, this was a place he frequented to train for the arena.

She pointed over toward the racks, "Choose your weapon, human." 

The pale woman just looked at her questioningly. Akordia huffed in frustration, "Turgan, tell the stupid slut to pick a weapon, or she will fight unarmed." 

"Fight?!" said the big orc."She is not fighter. She is fuck-meat."

"Tell her." 

The orc spoke to her in their crude tongue, and the human looked startled. She looked at Akordia coldly before reluctantly turning and hobbling over to the rack. She selected a longsword, drawing it out and feeling its weight. Akordia scoffed, longsword; such a human choice. She turned to Turgan, "Arm yourself, orc."

"You have me fight her?"

"I will have you kill her."

"Why? That a waste. Let me keep her for fucking."

"WHY?! Because I'm telling you to, slave. Now hurry up!!"

The big orc grunted, and then stepped over to the rack. He pulled a double-edged hand axe off the rack, and then grabbed another, exactly the same, in his left hand. He turned and faced the human, holding the two axes out in front of him.

***

Lyannas' heart began to race as she realized what was happening. That bitch drow was going to make her fight the huge orc. The weapons the orc was wielding looked very sharp. They looked like they could easily hack through limbs, particularly clutched as they were, at the end of those large powerful arms. It was clear to her-the drow wanted her dead.

She glared at the dark elf. She couldn't die there, Pia and the others were counting on her.

"She says I have to kill you, Kurv," said Turgan. "Would much rather fuck you. But the black bitch gets what the black bitch wants."

"What if I kill you?"

"Hehehe, think I fucked you senseless...Will finish you quick, not suffer...unless she orders it."

The drow woman was standing back amongst several guards, who had hand crossbows drawn and aimed at the two armed slaves. "Vras roth fol zotreth," she called out.

The big orc raised his axes high and started to come at her. Lyanna also raised her sword and got into a defensive stance. Her mind was racing, she knew she needed to ignore her tired sore defiled body and be on her game in order to survive this. She had to find a way to kill this larger stronger experienced opponent. 

He quickly closed the distance and started slashing his axes wildly. Lyanna ducked and moved about to avoid the lethal blades. She needed to stay light on her feet, keep out of her opponents reach. When fighting a big strong opponent like this, her strategy would be to keep moving, chip away at him, wear him down, before going in for the kill. But she was already so tired and sore from the brutal rape, she knew that she would wear down before him.

The only thing she could think of was to try and force an error, and then deliver the lethal blow. She could feel the rush of air as the axe whooshed past her face. The big orc growled in frustration as his frenzied blades were hitting nothing but air. He was experienced with duel weapon fighting-each attack was swiftly followed up with a complimentary attack from the other hand. 

Now and then, Lyanna had to bring her blade up to block one of his strikes with a loud clang. The blow would send a painful shockwave through her sore body, and she needed to move quickly to dodge the follow-up attack. She side-stepped an arcing vertical slash and quickly stabbed her sword forward into his broad leg. It was only a shallow cut, and she swiftly rolled back as he brought his axes down at her again.

The brunette raised herself and faced him again. Turgan was panting heavily and gritting his sharp teeth. Sweat was running down his lumpy green forehead. Lyanna was hot and panting as well, she was beyond exhaustion. 

"Kulvar waila jalil, Turgan!" snapped the drow woman from the sidelines. Lyanna could tell that it was an insult. 

Turgan growled out a short reply in drowish. 

Lyanna could see that he was frustrated. "Turgan the Terror?!" she scoffed. "More like Turgan the Pussy! Can't fuck and can't fight!"

She saw the veins in his neck bulge as his ugly face was contorted with anger. He let out a thunderous roar. "Fucking kill you, Bitch!!" He launched himself at her with his axes raised. At the same moment, Lyanna lunged forward with her sword extended in front of her. The tip of her blade sunk into his broad chest and pierced his thumping heart. 

The big orc came to a sudden halt. Lyanna pulled the blade back and red blood spurt out from the small wound. Turgan looked at her with shock, right before his legs gave out and he came crashing to the stone floor. Lyanna doubled over and gasped as she got her breath back. The big bastard wasn't moving. Relief washed over. He was dead, and she was alive.

She looked over at the drow woman, who was just standing there in the corner with a look of shock on her face. Her disbelief soon turned to annoyance, and then rage, as she let out a stream of drowish obscenities. Lyanna guessed that she didn't like it when things didn't go her way. She was glad she could defy the black bitch by not dying.

The drow woman barked out some orders, and a couple of guardsmen quickly strode off and exited the chamber the way they had come in. Lyanna groaned as she guessed where they were going. They were going to fetch the other two orcs. She stared into her drow mistresses red eyes and spat on the ground. 

Fuck it, I'll just have to kill them too.

***

Back in her cell, the naked brunette lay curled up on her straw mat in the darkness. Her body ached all over. Her muscles were cramped and fatigued. She was still saturated in the stench of the orcish brutes. Her defiled body was marked with their sticky bodily fluids, which now included their blood. She felt horrible and wretched, but she was alive.

The door of her cell was unlocked and pushed open, and she stirred. 'Has the black bitch come to finish me off?' she wondered. She barely had the energy to fight any more. But if they still wanted to finish kill her, she wasn't just going to let them. She rolled over on the mat and saw her male drow master enter.

Rizzen was carrying several items. He didn't linger, and didn't even look Lyannas' way. Soon he locked the cell door again and quietly left. He had left behind a pail of fresh water, a washcloth, a towel, some folded up clothes a healing potion, and a small flask of mushroom wine.

She was feeling slightly better when he returned to the cell in what she assumed was the next morning. She was glad to be cleaned up and clothed at least, wearing a simple light-grey cloth brassiere and short pants. Lyanna sat up on the mat when she saw her drow master, the healing potion had done wonders in soothing her sore tender body.

She tensed up as he unlocked her cell door again, wondering what was going to happen now. The male drow stepped in and looked down at her. He spoke in common, "Get up, Slave, it is time to train. You are House Do'Vrinns' new champion."



Tiff Ch. 03



This story is fan-fiction for the game-A Dance With Rogues part 2, by Valine, which is a module of D&Ds Neverwinter Nights. As such, the characters, setting and most of the story belong to Valine. I have made some changes to the story, big and small, and do so with the utmost respect to the source material and author.

Be advised—this tale is quite dark, nasty and sordid, and contains slavery, graphic non-consent scenes and strong violence. This is the final chapter. Thanks for reading, -Ax

***

The surly drow woman held Nathraes' chin as she scrutinized her face with her cold copper eyes. "Quite a pretty one, isn't she? She may even have noble breeding. Where did you say you found her?"

"Out in the tunnels," answered the dwarf gruffly.

Nathrae just stared blankly as always, while the drow mercenary examined her as though she were a piece of meat at the market. She was a rough looking woman, quite tall and solid for a drow, wearing full dark plate and mail armor. Her short white hair had been dyed with streaks of red, which looked like blood. There was also a male drow there in Rugnars' shop, with closely cropped hair and clad in similar armor. He was just standing and quietly looking on.

"Hmmph," She screwed up her face in disgust. "Looks like she makes a nice little whore for you, Dwarf. Are you sure you didn't addle her yourself?"

"Do I look like a mind-flayer to you?"

She let go of Nathraes' chin and turned to him. "Some might find it offensive that you use one of our kind this way."

"You drow can take offence to every damned thing."

She wrinkled up her nose, "Your powerful stench in particular. Don't you ever bathe?"

Rugnar chose to ignore her remark, "She'd be dead without me looking after her, that's fer sure. What's so offensive about me havin' her around fer company an' putting her to use now an' then?" 

She looked over to the male drow, "what do you think, Faraun? Would she make your little staff stand to attention?"

He looked over at Nathrae and gave a nod, "She is a pretty one, Commander." 

She smirked as she slowly walked back over to the counter and examined the items on the top. She scowled at Rugnar, "Is that the best you can do, dwarf? You really have no healing potions stashed anywhere?"

"No. Healing potions don't keep for a long time. And it's not like I have a regular supplier out here. This is good quality healing salve, though. It will serve. So, ye can have that, and the basic supplies and repairs, a few cycles' food and accomodation for yer company."

"You are trying to fuck us over, Dwarf. That's a good quality hook-horror exoskeleton. You can make some fine armor with that. Do you know how much it would fetch at the Maeralssin markets?"

"Drag it all the way over there then. Ye can take me offer, or ye can leave it." 

She scowled at him, "You loathsome grubby little man! If it weren't for your iron golem there, I'd slit your throat open and be done with it. Put in a couple of bottles of your mushroom wine." She looked over at Nathrae, "And her, for any of my males who wish to poke their cocks into her filthy holes." 

Rugnar looked over at his slave and then slowly nodded, "Deal."

*** 

Lyanna raised her arm and wiped the sweat off her brow. Her large round breasts, held in the damp grey wrap rose and fell quickly as she took in deep breaths. The male drow fighter was standing before her with his long blade raised, "Again," he called out.

She raised her longsword and slowly edged toward him. He quickly lunged forward and swung his sword down at her. The human rogue brought her sword up to parry the strike, and several more that followed in quick succession. Damn he was fast. She stepped back and continued parrying, as he advanced on her. "Don't become predictable," he said as he attacked, each move smoothly flowing into the next. "Keep your opponent guessing." 

He swung at her head again, and she swiftly coiled her blade around his and forced it away. She followed up with a horizontal slash aimed at his torso. The dark elf quickly lurched back, dodging the blow. He immediately came forward again, striking out at her. Lyanna barely managed to bring her blade back in time to parry the blow, and she struggled to defend the other attacks that swiftly followed. 

She saw an opening and swung at his head. He quickly ducked down and extended his leg, sweeping her feet out from under her. Lyanna groaned as she hit the hard ground. The next thing she knew, there was a black blade at her throat. She looked up at the drow fighter who was staring down at her intensely with his red eyes. "You were predictable, and now you are dead."

She let out a sharp breath, "I'm exhausted. We've been at it for hours."

"Every moment you're not training, your enemy is training to defeat you."

"Even my enemies need rest sometimes."

"You shouldn't assume that."

Lyanna let out a groan and rolled her eyes. The drow pulled the blade away, "We will have a short break. Get some water." 

She picked her sore tired body off the floor and went over to one of the benches in the large open training area in the house dungeons. She wiped the sweat from her face and gulped down the water from her flask. Her drow master was practicing his form nearby as she sat and watched.

He was certainly a great fighter, worthy of his title of Weapons Master for one of the more powerful houses of Maeralssin. Lyanna pondered that he may have trained for a hundred years or more. She knew that she was getting better under his tutorage. In many ways he was like Master Hatori, though much more intense.

He didn't talk much, only when it was required. She knew very little about him, not even his name. And he never asked for hers', only calling her 'slave,' which she hated. She knew that he hated the black bitch, they had that in common. Thankfully, the cruel drow noble had left her alone since the day she had her gang-raped and then attempted to have her killed by the orc slaves. 

He never made any sexual advances toward her. She was grateful for that, since she was his property, and would not be able to refuse him. It seemed he just wasn't attracted to humans, or her in particular. He did seem intent on working her to death with all this damned training, though. At least it helped to get her mind off the horrible situation she was in.

Soon he came over and stood next to the brunette, staring at her intently again. "Oh, come on. That's barely a break! My heart is still thumping," she protested.

"You may rest longer, slave. I wish to speak to you."

"...Okay," she said slowly.

"I have been pushing you hard lately for a reason. Very soon it will be time for you to fight in the pits."

"Oh. Gladiator combat, for the amusement of the drow?"

"Yes, but it's more than that. The great houses seek to display their strength to each other through their warrior slaves. Some even believe that blood spilled in the pits appeases the Goddess, Lolth. Having a great champion represent your house may gain her favor, and grant more power to its Priestesses. Our matron believes that Turgans' success in the pits has led to prosperity for our house, and made us feared by our rivals. But now Turgan is dead."

"I didn't really have a choice," said Lyanna through gritted teeth. The memory of that day made her anger rise.

"I know. What my sister did was...unnecessary. In Turgans' absence, a new champion has arisen, he is known as The Black Knight of Noquat'Tar. He remains undefeated after thirteen fights. House Noquat'Tar is our greatest rival, hungry to rise up and take our place. Our matron is concerned that they grow bolder with each win."

"So she wants me to kill this Black Knight," stated Lyanna.

"Correct. You will face him tomorrow. It will be a fight to the death. I believe you are ready."

Lyanna just slowly nodded her head. She had known that this was coming, that there was a reason he was training her, but her stomach became unsettled. The Black Knight; something told her that he would be much tougher than Turgan. "I'm sure I don't have any choice."

"No, slave, you don't. You harbor deep resentment for our house, with good reason. I don't expect you to fight for us. But you have a strong will to live. You will fight, and you will kill for your survival. Just remember all I have taught you. Now stand up, your break is over." 

Lyanna let out a groan as she grabbed her sword and slowly picked herself up.

***

Nathrae was standing in one of Rugnars' small crude rooms. She had been whored out again, at least this time it was to her own kind. The three male drow stood before her, their eyes roaming over her half-naked body. She wished that she could study them back, and talk to them, but she couldn't stray from her act. She had to continue to be the mindless slave.

The males weren't pretty-boys-they were rugged mercenary types. But then, she had always had a thing for fighters. The one from the shop, named Faraun, reminded her of Rizzen. She was feeling a little excited, perhaps she would enjoy their attentions. Certainly they would be better than the stinking butt-fucking dwarf.

One of the males, who was quite tall, with long hair, waved his hand in front of her face. She made no response. "What's her name?"

"The dwarf called her Tiff," said Taraun.

The other drow scoffed, "Tiff! ...And she's completely addled?"

"Mostly. Apparently a mind-flayer got to her. She's off in her own world. The dwarf said that she still responds to sex, though." 

He gave a lusty smile as he hooked his fingers into her purple brassier and pulled it down, revealing her pert dark breasts and small purple nipples. "And we can have some fun with her?"

"Yes, you can thank the commander for that."

"Sure, just like we can thank her for leading us into that damned hook-horror nest."

"That wasn't her fault, that way had been cleared previously. Something had driven them there. She got us all out alive, didn't she?"

He sighed, "I don't want to debate how freaking great the commander is with you right now, Sergeant. I suppose you want to have the first turn with her?"

"No, I'm starved. I think I'll get something to eat. You can have her first, Barlynin. Just remember, no harming her, and use the grease if you need to."

"Heh, great." he said, as he cupped her tits in his hands and gave them a squeeze. Nathrae flinched, he had the hard rough hands of a hardened fighter.

"It'll be nice to have a woman who's not bossing you around, and who you don't need to worry about pleasing," said the other drow. "We can just use her for our own pleasure." 

"Indeed," said Faraun, "Come on, let's leave him to it."

The two of them left the room and closed the door. Barlynin gave Nathrae another lusty smile. He raised his hand and flicked her long pointed ear. She let out a quick squeal as she felt the sharp pain, and tried to get away from him, but he held her tightly. He gave a chuckle, delighted at her response.

"Tiffy, Tiffy...I wish our commander would have her mind flayed. You know what I'd do to her?" His hand slipped down between her thighs and two fingers forced their way into her damp slit. She let out another yelp. "...Whatever I want."

He wriggled his fingers around in her warm soft cunt, then lunged forward and pressed his lips into her mouth, muffling her incoherant protests. Nathrae fought the urge to resist him. Soon he pulled away, chuckling to himself as he rubbed the erection that was straining against his pants.

He roughly turned her around and pushed her onto the bed. Then he was quick to get hold of her briefs and yank them down. Her round black ass stuck out at him and he gave it a hard slap. "Hehehe, you've been a naughty little dwarf-fucking simpleton." He began smacking her again and again with his flat palm.

Nathrae pressed her face into the soft bed and softly yelped with each stinging slap. She had been treated roughly many times, but this was the first time she had actually been spanked. The pain was not as bad as being sodomized by a fat dwarf cock, but she found it very demeaning, particularly with it being dealt out by a low-bred male drow. Her face was starting to feel hot.

The continuous thwacking sound reverberated around the small room. The soft flesh of her butt became tender as he continued to slap it hard. He stopped when his hand got sore, and he groped at her raw ass cheeks again. They were hot and aching. His hand moved down and fingers rubbed over her slippery mound. They began probing around her swollen purple lips. "Oooh, you liked that did you? You're dripping wet, you dumb whore."

Nathrae could feel her pussy pulsing and drooling. It seems her body did respond to the hard slapping, and now she badly needed his cock inside her. She moaned softly and wriggled her ass as the fingers played with her excited cunt.

"Ugh, fuck!" groaned Barlynin, as he pulled his dark rigid cock out from his pants. He squatted down behind her and rubbed the round head up into her moist cleft. Nathrae could feel the blunt tip prodding into her and her pussy throbbed with anticipation. He pushed forward and sunk his cock into her with one deep thrust.

Nathrae let out a soft moan into the bed as her body hugged the turgid member tightly. The drow mercenary let out a blissful groan as he got a tight hold of her hips and started rocking his cock back and forth. The firm organ slid through her moist channel quite easily as he got into a steady rhythm. He bumped into her tender ass-cheeks with each deep thrust. The dull pain only served to enhance the pleasure of his steady pumping cock.

Barlynin was breathing heavily and grunting with pleasure. Nathrae was also gasping and feeling the heat rise within her. Her wet pussy pulsed with carnal pleasure as it was vigorously rubbed by the stiff cock. Rugnar always fucked her in the ass, it was nice to take it in her cunt again, like an itch being pleasantly scratched.

The mercenary kept his docile slave bent over the bed while he continued to pump his cock with steady deep thrusts for a while longer. His hands then rubbed over the smooth dark skin of her back. He let out a groan as he gave one more deep thrust and then pulled back until his cock was released from the cunts' hugging grasp. Warm juices dribbled out from the puffy purple slit.

He got hold of her leg and began flipping her over. Nathrae panted as she was repositioned on her back and had her slender legs spread wide. Barlynin stood over her. She wanted to look directly at him, but didn't. He prodded his cock into her wet slit and sunk it deep, until his soft balls pressed into her skin. He bent over her as his hands rubbed up over her belly and up to her heaving breasts. The rough hands began forcefully squeezing and pulling the soft flesh. Nathrae let out more soft moans as he started ploughing his cock into her again.

The drow fighter was panting and groaning blissfully as he drove his lust into the writhing elf. Soon he lifted himself up and slipped his cock out from her warm hugging pussy. He got hold of the wet shaft and stroked it furiously. He groaned and panted as cum spurt from the pulsing member and landed over her glistening mound. Barlynin grunted as more ropes of pearly cum shot out onto her dark skin and white fur. 

"Ahhhh, yeah...nnaaggh," he moaned, as his satiating orgasm slowly faded. Nathrae was hot gasping, her sodden pussy was still throbbing. She relished the feeling of his warm cum on her skin. The male smiled down at her, "You do make a good little whore, don't you, Tiffy?"

He wiped his cock with the rag left on the nightstand and pulled up his pants. He then walked out of the room, leaving Nathrae lying on the bed with her slender legs spread apart, her groin sticky with his cum. She had surprised herself with how wet she had become, and how much she enjoyed it, even with him getting a little rough. She realized that she had come to like her submissive role in sex—when she's not being painfully buggered by a hairy dwarf, that is. 

She found herself eagerly anticipating the other males. Her hand wondered down to her pussy and started caressing the soft wet folds. Nathrae sighed blissfully as she gently rubbed around the little nub of her clitoris. She was not left alone for very long, though. Her hand quickly moved away as she heard footsteps at the door. 

The door open and she stared blankly at the rocky ceiling. She heard two people enter, there was the sound of a foot dragging along the floor, as though one of them was hurt.

"See, I told you she was a pretty little thing," said the male voice in Drowish.

"She's not bad. Looks like Barlynin had a good go at her. Couldn't the bastard clean up after himself?"

"Yeah, he's an asshole. Don't worry, I've got it." The drow mercenary walked around the bed and got hold of the rag, then he promptly wiped the cum off her glistening crotch.

"I don't know if I feel up to this, perhaps I will just watch you have your fun, brother."

"No, come on, she'll have you feeling better. Sit up on the bed." 

"...Alright," he sighed. 

Nathrae could hear him shuffling around the bed and saw the dark form moving past her, though she didn't look directly at him. A hand moved along her skin and started fondling her breasts. These hands weren't as rough as the previous males'. It seemed she would be having two at once, she didn't mind that, she just wanted to have her wet pussy fucked again.

She could feel the male climbing onto the top of the bed and hear him let out a stifled groan. "Apparently she can suck cocks," said the one groping her breasts. "How about you introduce your cock to her pretty face?" 

He got hold of her under her arms and lifted her up, then started shuffling her up on the bed. Nathrae could see that the male sitting at the top of the bed had bandages wound around his thigh and also around his right shoulder. He had a dark rippled abdomen and was only wearing light grey briefs. She didn't look directly at his face.

She was gently pushed down on the bed between so that her head was between his thighs. Her shoulder brushed up against his bandaged leg and he hissed loudly, "Ah shit, be careful!" 

"Sorry brother." A hand brushed through her white hair, "She'll have you feeling good again." Her chin was lifted up so that it was in his crotch. Nathrae could smell his strong male scent, and she liked it. His hand brushed over her face, and a thumb pressed into her lips. 

"It is a pretty mouth." She began gently sucking on the thumb while his other hand fumbled at his briefs and removed his soft member. His black cock began to swell and stiffen as he slowly stroked it in front of her face. The masculine aroma became stronger as it filled her senses. She trembled as she felt a hand rub up between her thighs and over her soft mound. Then the fingers were probing around her soft wet folds and she let out a sexy whimper.

"Ooh, she likes that. Keep doing it."

A couple of fingers pushed up into her wet pussy and had it pleasantly tingling. She let out quiet moans as they slowly stroked through her soft hugging flesh. An erect cock was rubbing over her hot face. The wounded drow shuffled forward and pressed it into her lips. Nathrae opened her mouth and sealed her lips around the swollen shaft. Her mouth watered as her tongue rubbed around the firm round head. 

She sucked on the firm cock as it bobbed into her face. The fingers continued to work into her excited cunt while the other hand rubbed over her body. She could hear the pleasurable groans of the male above her as she sucked him off. "Ahh yes, she is a good cock sucker. That feels good."

"Her pussy's soaking wet as well. I think the witless whore is loving the attention." He continued to finger her while she sucked on the cock. Then the hand pulled out and wiped her juices over her soft skin. 




Tiff Ch. 03



"You want to get a piece of this hot pussy now?" 

"Ahh yeah, that sounds good," he said, as he pulled out from her slurping mouth and patted his wet cock on her cheek. Nathrae found herself being lifted up again. She cooperated as she was shuffled up on the bed, but was mindful not to show any awareness. She was carefully positioned so that she was straddling the wounded drow. Her pussy tingled with anticipation of taking another cock. 

He pulled her to him and her bare breasts pressed against his firm chest while her head rested on his shoulder that wasn't bandaged. She could feel him breathing heavily beneath her, and his hand rubbing over the skin of her back. "I'll help you out there, brother." The other drow mercenary got hold of the hard cock beneath her and lined it up with her wet purple slit.

Nathrae moaned as he pushed it up entered her sodden tunnel. He began pumping his cock into her with slow strokes. The other male was behind her, groping at her ass with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. "How's that pussy feel?"

"Great," huffed the wounded mercenary. Nathrae continued to moan over his shoulder as his meaty rod rubbed up her embracing cunt. 

"Hehehe, you mind if I join you in there?" 

He chuckled as he stopped pumping, and left his cock wedged into the placid drow woman. "Heh, sure."

The male moved up on the bed behind her, he squatted down as he carefully got into position. Then Nathrae could feel his firm round glans rubbing over her slippery netherlips. She felt apprehension and excitement wash over her, she had never experienced this before. The male behind her got a firm hold of his cock and began pushing it forward, into her already occupied pussy.

The hard black cock rubbed up against the other cock and prodded into her silky purple lips. He groaned as he forced it in. Nathrae gasped as she felt her slit open further and the second cock grind its way inside her. It slid in deep and she let out a low moan. Her stretched cunt was squeezing the two rigid organs together inside her body. 

The feeling was intense. Her excited cunt was filling her mind with strong pulses of painful pleasure. The drow mercenary underneath her groaned as the clasping embrace around his manhood became tighter. Then the drow behind her gripped her hips and began moving his cock with short fast strokes, grinding it against her stretched walls and the other cock. Nathraes' face was hot, she continued to gasp and let out more moans. 

"Ha, I think our dumb whore likes that."

Soon the intense sensations were driving her over the edge. The convolution of carnal pleasure deep within her was quickly tightening down as the two cocks pushed into her. She moaned as she felt the pleasure reach its peak. Then she gasped and cried out as she came. Her climaxing pussy squeezed the two rigid cocks even tighter as it gushed and pulsed with blissful sensations.

"Oh Lolth! She loves it." Nathrae was left hot and panting as her potent orgasm slowly died down. Her throbbing cunt was soaking wet as the cocks continued to move inside her. The wounded mercenary beneath her groaned as he rubbed his hands over her back. He wasn't moving his cock much, but the other male was giving long strokes against it, and against Nathraes' tight hugging walls. Her heaving chest was hot and sweaty where it was pressed against him. 

The stroking cock pulled back too far and slipped out. It rubbed up between the cleft of her ass. He got hold of his cock again and this time he prodded it into her asshole. Nathrae clenched her teeth as the wet member forced its way into her tight hole. Her sphincter stretched open and tightly embraced the rigid shaft as it sunk in deep. 

"Ahh, yes, she's got a nice ass, as well." He started giving long hard thrusts into her welcoming back passage. The other drow started pumping harder into her pussy. Nathraes' head was still swimming from her blissful orgasm, but the heat began to rise within her again as her cunt and ass were vigorously pumped.

The male underneath her suddenly groaned loudly and stopped thrusting. His cock throbbed as the warm wet cum gushed out inside her. "Ahhh, oh Fuck! Nnngh!" he called out as he was rocked by the blissful orgasm. He left his cock lodged up her sodden pussy while the other continued to pump away into her ass. 

Soon the one ass-fucking her was groaning louder. He pulled out of the clenching hole and started fervently jerking his cock. He moaned as it erupted and the thick warm cum spurt over the dark skin of her ass. The other cock had softened and slipped out of her dribbling snatch. 

Nathrae was feeling hot, sweaty and light-headed as the two males wiped her down and lay her back down on the bed. "See, brother, I told you she would have you feeling better." 

"Hmm, that was great. And we can have her again?"

"Yeah, the sergeant said we can enjoy Tiff anytime while we're here."

"Great. I'll want to do that again."

The two of them left the room, and once again, Nathrae was left lying naked on the bed. She had enjoyed that as much as the males had, if not more. She was certainly seeing the plus-side of being a submissive slave. There was still their sergeant, Faraun to visit her. He could use her any way he wanted. She was looking forward to it.

After a few minutes of lying on the bed bathing in her blissful satisfaction, the door opened again. The dark figure came and stood over her. She didn't look directly at him, as much as she wanted to. Faraun removed his shirt and then sat down on the bed next to her. He turned and stroked his hand over her face, before gently turning her head to face him. 

Nathrae was still careful not to look at him directly. But she could feel his eyes staring into hers' and it was a little unsettling. She was careful not to do anything to give away her awareness. She felt his hand lightly brushing through her damp hair. He moved over her so that he was directly in her line of sight and she couldn't look away. She looked into his red eyes. He was quite handsome, and reminded her of Rizzen, stirring up melancholy feelings within her.

After a short while he moved down and rested his head on her chest. He shuffled on the bed and pressed his body into her while putting his arm around her. He just stayed there, holding her. Nathrae wondered what he was doing. Was he going to fuck her soon? She recalled how Rizzen would hold her like this after some of their energetic fuck sessions, and how she quite liked it.

She could feel his chest steadily rising and falling as he breathed, and the warmth of his firm body pressed against hers'. She felt the weight of his head on her chest as she took in deep steady breaths. A couple of minutes had passed and it seemed he wasn't moving. She allowed herself to relax and became more comfortable with him. Then she took a risk and moved her arm over the male and rested it on his toned back. He stirred and shuffled up on the bed so that he was pressed into her more snugly.

He just lay still on the bed, holding her for quite a while. Then he just picked himself up and rolled off the bed. He got dressed and left, without saying a word. Nathrae was sad to have him leave, and be left all alone on the bed again. No more males came in until Rugnar entered and lifted her up, taking her back to the shop to bathe.

The mercenary company stayed for a few more cycles while several of their members healed up. Nathrae had been taken into the room and used by the males several more times. She continued to enjoy their attentions, even when they fucked her in the mouth and ass. And Faraun just held her a couple more times, without trying to stick his cock inside her. She wondered if there was something wrong with him and he couldn't perform, but she enjoyed the intimate contact.

She was sad to see the group go, leaving her there with the stinking dwarf. As he slept, she snuck out into the tunnel and retrieved her communication stone. She dutifully reported all she had learned from the mercenary group to her house. Then she returned back to her post.

***

Lyannas' heart was thumping strongly in her chest. Her stomach was in turmoil. She took in deep breaths as she worked to calm her nerves as she made her way through the dark tunnel. The roar of an excited crowd was permeating from the large open chamber beyond.

Once again she would be dancing with death. How many times could she do it before death finally claimed her? Today could be the day. She didn't want to die in this dark alien world, miles away from the suns' warm light. She wanted to hold Pia in her arms one more time, she wanted to see that her beautiful bard was free and safe before she died.

She gripped the longsword tightly in her hand. They had given her a skimpy purple bikini to wear while fighting in the Maeralssin Pits. It barely held her large round breast and covered her crotch. It was a demeaning outfit, but at least she wouldn't be fighting naked and defiled, like she was when she killed the orcs.

Lyanna slowly stepped out into the pits, and the roar of the crowd was overwhelming. The pit was a large circular area, at least fifty paces across. It had a dirt floor, with many dark patches that showed where blood had been spilt. High black walls closed her in. Above her was a high ceiling, she was completely encircled by the stands, which were packed with spectators. It was a sea of mostly black faces and white hair, all cheering excitedly for the blood-sport that was to come.

A loud booming voice echoed around the chamber as she stepped out, "NIN JALIL MAELER OGGLIRIN, ELG'CARESS VEL'AR DO'VRINN!!" The roar of the crowd seemed to get even louder as she made her way to the center of the arena. She stood calmly and tried to stay focused and block out the noise and movement around her as she waited. 

Soon her opponent appeared, emerging from the tunnel on the other side. The booming came over the roar of the crowd again, "IL SHANAL DO ULTRINE, OLUTH THALAK EL'LAR NOQUAT'TAR!!" Straight away she could see that he was human. He was tall and muscular, but not bulky, with pale skin and medium-length black hair. He wore only black pants and carried a black longsword in one hand and long red dagger in the other. There was something very familiar about him.

He strode out confidently and even raised his weapons in the air, playing to the crowd. Soon Lyanna could make out his face and let out a gasp. Her opponent was Vico.

Vico didn't seemed surprised to see Lyanna as he stepped up to her. He gave her a sleazy smile, "Birdy. Lookin' good! That bikini makes you look like a slut, it suits you. I was kinda expecting you to show up here in the pits, but then I thought they might have just had you spreading your legs and taking drow cock. How's slave life treating you?"

Lyanna just stood there staring at him, "You're the Black Knight?"

"Yes indeed," he said with a smile. "It aint so bad. I kill cunts in the pits and it makes my mistresses happy. They give me plenty of wine and drow pussy. Killing, drinking and fucking—it's not so different from when I was living in Betancuria."

"Do you know what happened to the others?"

"They'd be slaves as well, if they're not dead. I told you this would happen, Bitch. This is all your fault."

Lyanna glared at him as her anger rose. Then the booming voice rang out again, "NIN, IL ELAMSHIN, MELEE DI QUA'LAELAY ELGHINN!!" The roar of the crow become deafening. 

Vico raised his blades up in front of him. "I think they want us to stop talking and start fighting, Birdy. I saved your pathetic life, and now it's time for me to take it. I just regret only raping you once."

Lyanna also raised her sword in front of her, "We don't have to do this, Vico."

He let out a mocking laugh, "Dumb Slut, look around you! They're not going to let us out of here until one of us is dead. And it's not going to be me."

He suddenly lunged at her, bringing his longsword down at her head. Lyanna swiftly raised her blade and parried the blow with a loud clang. He quickly stabbed his dagger out at her, and she dodged to the side. The black knight came at her with a series of swift strikes and she stepped back as she defended.

Lyannas' adrenaline began to surge. He was really trying to kill her. She had never believed herself to be Vicos' equal in combat. He had earned a fearsome reputation in Betancuria as an enforcer for The Family. How the hell was she going to defeat him?

His dual blade fighting style was extremely difficult to defend against. She knew she had to try and disarm one of the weapons. Lyanna waited for him to thrust his longsword out at her and then coiled her blade around his. He then slashed his dagger at her belly and she cried out as she saw the attack coming but was unable to avoid it. The red blade seemed to angle away from her at the last moment as it cut into her skin. 

Lyanna staggered back and pressed her hand to the wound. To her surprise, it was only a shallow cut. It had looked like he was going to slice her open. Was he holding back on her? Vico had a surprised look on his face, too. He then grit his teeth and came at her again. 

Her large breasts bounced about as she vigorously defended against his flurry of strikes. The crowd continued to roar around them. He knocked her blade away and stabbed out at her, but the blade changed direction just before it connected and only left another shallow cut. Lyanna backed away from him, getting her breath back.

Vico grit his teeth as he glared at her. "Cheat!...Fucking cheater!" He spat on the ground in front of her.

Lyanna didn't know what was going on. He wasn't holding back on her? How was she cheating? 

Vicos' dark eyes roamed over her voluptuous body. "You're wearing a magic bikini, aren't you? Oh, well played. I didn't think you had it in you, Birdy. But do have what it takes to finish me off?"

Lyanna was shocked, the Do'Vrinns must have dressed her in clothes with protection enchantments to ensure her win. "Vico, I didn't—"

He roared as he came at her again, swinging his blade with fast powerful strikes. Lyanna desperately tried to defend against his frenzied attacks, but several were getting through. They only left small singing cuts as her magical clothing protected her. He growled in frustration as he tried to strike her head, but she was able to parry the blows. 

She knocked his sword away and he immediately followed up with horizontal slash from his dagger. Lyanna dropped and kicked out his feet from under him. He quickly rolled out of the way as she brought her blade down at his head. Vico raised himself and lunged at her. She thrust out her sword and it stabbed into his abdomen. 

She pulled back the bloody blade as Vico cried out in pain. He clutched the wound and dropped to his knees. "Nggh...fuck...you," he groaned as he dropped to the ground. Lyanna gasped for breath as she stood over him. He wasn't moving. A loud cheer erupted from the crowd around her. "ELAMSHIN OL ULTRINNAN, EL'LAR DO'VRINN!" came the booming voice. 

Lyanna couldn't believe it, she had just killed him. There had been several times where she had fantasized about it, but now she only felt numb. There was relief that she had survived the pits, but she took no pride in the victory. The crowd started chanting "DO'VRINN," over and over. She resented having to kill for these twisted dark elves.

She looked down at Vico again. She regretted that it had come to this, he was going to aid her on their quest. Then she noticed the slightest movement in his chest as it expanded. He was slowly drawing in a breath. Was he just playing dead? She recalled where she had stabbed him. From what Master Hatori had taught her about anatomy, she thought that is was possible that she didn't hit any vital organs.

The drow guards had come out and began leading her back out of the arena, while the spectators around her continued to cheer and chant. She looked back and saw a couple of guards dragging Vico off while he remained completely still. That cunning bastard. Had she just unwittingly aided in his escape?

***

Lyanna had her minor wounds treated as she was taken back to the Do'Vinn compound. They were quick to take her magic bikini away and hide the evidence. She had dressed in her simple grey slave clothes again. Before long, she was back in her small cell in the dungeons.

Soon her male drow master was standing in front of her cell again. She didn't see him at the pits, and wondered if he had seen the fight. She stood up to face him. He stared into her with his calm red eyes and then spoke, "You did well, Slave. The matron is pleased."

"I only won because of that bikini."

His expression turned sour, he looked angry. Lyanna could tell that it was not his idea, and he did not approve of his house cheating. "You will say no more about that, do you understand?" 

She could detect the seriousness in his tone, "Yes."

He looked into her blue eyes for a moment, and then continued, "You knew the Black Knight."

"That's not a question, is it?"

"How did you know him?"

"He was travelling with my party. We never intended to enter the Underdark. We were only looking for a way out."

"Was he your consort?"

"No way. I didn't even like him, I'm glad he's dead." She wasn't going to tell him that she suspected that he was still alive.

"So how did you and your party come to enter the Underdark?"

"We were travelling through dwarven tunnels to make it past the Black Mountains when a flash flood washed us away. One of my party died," she said sadly. "We became hopelessly lost in the dark tunnels."

"And why where you travelling past the Black Mountains?"

"People from my...house have been imprisoned by our enemies. We were on a quest to free them."

"Instead, you became prisoners yourself. Fate can certainly be a cruel mistress. But as I said—our Matron is pleased with you. Is there anything you would ask for?"

Lyanna was quiet for a moment, "Freedom."

He just nodded sternly, "Relinquish that desire now, or it will ruin you. Believe me, I know better than most."

"And just what is your place in—" He swiftly raised his hand to silence her as he turned his head. Lyanna peered out into the dark corridor. Was someone else there. She hoped that his vile sister hadn't come back. Then she heard the faint sound of scraping metal. 

The male drow quickly drew the sword from his sheath and held it out in front of him. "Inbal, colbauth alu gaer?!"

Lyanna tensed up as she watched on. What was happening? 

"Die, Do'Vrinn Prick!" growled a rough voice, as a large figure came charging out of the darkness with his blade raised. The drow held his ground and swiftly sidestepped and parried as the attacker came at him. He slashed his blade in two fast skillful strikes and the orc screamed and dropped to the ground. 

More attackers came out of the darkness. The drow fighter got into a graceful dance, dodging, parrying and striking with speed and precision. Lyanna could only watch from her cell. There were three of them, two looked like drow, and there was another broad stunted figure, a dwarf, or duergar. 

One of the drow attackers wheeled around while he was fighting the other two. He came close to Lyannas' cell with his back to her. She quickly came forward and kicked out between the bars, striking the back of his leg. He yelled out as he dropped down to his knees. The drow fighter then swiftly stabbed his blade his neck. He let out a gargling noise as he dropped to the ground.

The other intruders were all sprawled out on the ground around him, not moving. He raised his blade as he breathed deeply and surveyed the area around him. Lyanna just stood at the bars watching. "Noqut'Tar!" he said, bitterly. "They are making their move. I must get to the Matron." He turned and looked Lyanna in the eyes, "Good luck, Slave." He then darted off, disappearing into the darkness. 




Tiff Ch. 03



Lyanna was just stood there, staring blankly for a moment. There were more of them? A full scale attack? Why did he wish me luck? She looked down at the four bleeding corpses he had left behind. Then she spotted a small shiny item on the ground next to the dead drow—a key. The key to her cell? Could it be?

She immediately got down onto her knees and reached out between the bars. It was right at the limits of her reach. She strained as she squeezed between the bars and stretched her arm out as far as she could. Her fingertips only just brushed the small metal object. She brushed it again and again, trying to draw it closer. Finally, she was able to press a finger down on it and drag it toward her. She felt a small pang of triumph as she picked it up and brought her arm back inside the cell.

Lyanna wasted no time moving around to the door and reaching around to the lock. She was being very careful not to drop the key. She slid it into the keyhole and turned it, there was a clicking sound as the door was unlocked. Her heart was thudding as she slowly opened the door. She was finally free of her cell. 

Now she knew why her drow master had wished her luck. For some reason, he had deliberately dropped the key for her. Now she did need a hell of a lot of luck to get out of there. She knelt down and grabbed a sword from one of the dead intruders. She peered down the gloomy corridor, considering if she could go the way they had come. They had to have breached the compound somewhere.

Then she heard the faint sounds of scuffling and clattering up ahead. There were more of them coming from that way. She didn't want to stay around to greet them. She turned and headed in the direction her drow master went, further into the Do'Vrinn compound.

Lyanna did not encounter any guards as she made her way through the dungeon area. She remembered the way out from when she was taken to the pits recently. She cautiously ascended the stairs with her blade in hand, aware that there were enemies approaching from behind. 

She heard the sound of horns, placing everyone on alert. Lyanna quickly stepped back and hugged the wall as a unit of drow guards ran past the stairwell and down the wide corridor. She could hear clanging blades and shouting in the distance, the unmistakable sounds of battle. It was a full scale attack.

Her mind was racing. The battle could be a perfect distraction to allow her to escape. On the other hand, it was an extremely dangerous place to be. If she was sighted, either side would likely try to kill her. She decided to use her highly developed stealth skills, and try to stay away from the fighting. 

Lyanna had no idea where to go, but knew she had to keep moving. She crept up the corridor in the direction the guards had come. She maintained a sharp awareness of her surroundings as she went. The fighting seemed to be steadily intensifying, and getting closer. She hid from several guards as they rushed past. Then there was the sound of battle right behind her. The clashing of weapons, yelling, the reciting of incantations, the eerie crackling and booming of magic and pained screams that followed.

It was too close for Lyannas' liking. She scurried ahead and came to more stairs leading up. The stairway was clear and she quickly dashed up there. She knew that she was being driven deeper into the compound by the intense battle that was unfolding. She wondered if the Do'Vrinns would be able to hold the attackers off, and what it would mean for her if they couldn't.

She reached the upper floor and could see that it was still clear. A wide gloomy hallway stretched out before her. Two large statues of drow women stood close to the stairway on both sides of the hall. She could see that this was much more regal and oppulent than the other levels. The sounds of battle still echoed up the stairway behind her. 

Then she heard heavy footsteps up ahead. She quickly darted to a door to her side and was glad to find that it was unlocked. She slipped into the dark room. The footsteps got louder until they were just outside the door. Loud shouts rang out, and then there were the sounds of battle right there outside the room.

Lyanna clutched her sword tightly as she waited there in the darkness. She looked down and saw the dim light peeking through the small keyhole. She squatted down and peered through the gap. There was lot of commotion on the other side as the drow fought on, clashing blades and casting spells.

Then her blood ran cold as she saw her. She was standing to the rear of the group, casting spells. The drow woman who had her raped by the orcs—The Black Bitch. She could only see small bits and pieces of the fight through the small keyhole. Soon the sounds of the fighting had stopped, and she could hear an exchange of drowish outside. 

Lyanna recognized the female voice, and then she could see the twisted noble again. The Do'Vrinns had fought off the small group of attackers, but there were still many more closing in. She could see the look of fear on the drow womans' face as another spoke to her, she was clearly aware of that too. She spoke insistently, pointing ahead of her. There was the sound of footsteps as the others headed away, but the black bitch stayed behind. She stood there a moment, with a fearful look on her face, then she suddenly turned and moved toward the door, straight toward Lyanna. 

Lyanna was startled, it was too late to lock the door. She quickly got up and moved back as the door opened. The drow woman had come to hide away like a coward, her mouth gaped in shock when she saw Lyanna there in the room. Her expression changed from shock to rage, as she quickly started to gesture with her hands. Lyanna gripped her sword tightly as she began to move forward.

The drow suddenly threw a magical blast, Lyanna quickly dodged to the right as the bright red missile brushed past her chest. She continued he advance as the drow was hurriedly preparing to cast another. She suddenly lunged forward and brought her blade up into the drows' chest. She let out a gargled cry as the human drove the blade in further, until it burst out of her back. 

Lyanna leaned forward and looked into the drow nobles' wide red eyes. She could see the shock, terror and disbelief. She knew what the black-hearted bitch was thinking in her last moments—she couldn't believe that she had been killed by a slave. The blade was pulled back, out from her foes' body, and she dropped to the ground. Lyanna never enjoyed killing, but she was thankful for the opportunity to finish this loathsome witch off.

The rogue slave wiped her blade on the drows' robes, and decided to quickly move on. She left the room and moved down the hallway, still unsure of where she was going. The fighting seemed to be driving her deeper into the compound. 

She soon came to an area in the center of the compound, where there were two huge ornate doors, covered in intricate carvings, mostly depicting spiders, and spider web patterns. One of the doors was slightly ajar, and she could hear muttering within. She silently crept over to the gap and peered inside.

There were several figures inside the room. Lyanna took a moment to take in the scene. The large room seemed to be some kind of chapel, with statues and altars and many more ornate carvings. There was also a large, finely detailed mirror in the center. She saw her male drow master and the Matron of the house sitting rigidly in front of it. They appeared to be in some kind of trance. There were eight Noqut'Tar soldiers, brandishing swords and wearing black armor, they appeared to be standing around guarding them. 

Lyanna slowly crept into the chapel, sticking close to the wall. The Noqut'Tar guards didn't notice her enter. In the mirror, beyond the reflections, she could see what appeared to be a chanting drow priestess. Somehow, the most powerful drow of the house had been rendered helpless by their strange magics. 

She looked at the male drow, sitting there as though in deep meditation. What would happen to him in the hands of the enemy? He had freed her, now could she return the favor? The mirror was the source of the incapacitating spell, if only she could break it...

The group of Noqut'tar soldiers still had their back turned to her as she hid in the shadows. She looked around and saw an ornate silver chalice on the altar. She picked it up and felt the weight of it. Lyanna took a deep breath and got ready to fight, she was not confident she could take the eight drow on by herself, and she didn't know if any or all of them could cast magic. It was going to be a big risk, but she had already made up her mind.

The chalice flew across the room and hit the mirror. There was a loud crash as the surface shattered into a shower of thousands of jagged shards, sparkling as they fell to the ground. The drow guards gasped in surprise before quickly turning and jumping into action. Lyanna was surprised how quick it took for the first blade to swing at her. She swiftly raised her sword and blocked the attack. 

She began dancing around, desperately dodging and parrying, as blades came at her from all directions. She blocked a low horizontal slash, as another attacker came at her with her sword raised. A blade suddenly ripped through the drows' chest. Her male drow master pulled the sword back and began furiously swinging it around, cutting down his Noqut'Tar enemies.

Lyanna knocked another blade aside and quickly swung it into her foes' neck. She then heard a loud drowish incantation. Bright lightening suddenly appeared, ripping through the remaining enemies, making them scream out in agony, before dropping to the ground. Lyanna cried out in shock and staggered back, falling back onto the ground.

She looked up, and only the Matron and her son were left standing. The drowish Matron looked agitated as she scanned the room. She looked over the bodies of her fallen enemies, the shattered mirror, and the human slave sitting up on the ground. She said something in drowish, and the male responded. The two of them had a brief and tense exchange as Lyanna watched on.

The human picked herself up from the floor, she chose not to pick up her weapon, not wanting to appear a threat to the powerful Matron. The drow woman stepped forward, looking at Lyanna intensely with her copper eyes. Her lip curled into a snarl, she looked furious, which puzzled Lyanna, shouldn't she be grateful?

The male stepped forward and said something to her. She responded without turning, with what sounded like brisk orders. Then she quickly turned and strode out of the chapel. The male drow stayed behind. He looked into Lyannas' eyes for a moment, and the dropped his head, looking to the ground. He appeared very mournful.

"What is it?" asked Lyanna. "What did she say?"

"She told me to stay here and guard the chapel while she goes to dispatch the intruders. She told me not to allow you to leave."

"You were under some kind of trance, both of you. Do you remember?"

"No, but I figured that was the case. The Noqut'Tar priestesses were channeling their holding spell through the mirror. Before you smashed it...Why?"

Lyanna shrugged, "Why did you free me?"

"I didn't. I must have dropped my key during the fighting." He looked up, and his sad red eyes met hers again. "It doesn't matter now." 

"Why? What's wrong?"

"When she returns, she will kill us both."

Lyannas' jaw dropped, "What?!...Why?...Doesn't she know that I saved her?"

"Yes, that's the problem. The Matron of House Do'Vrinn, relying on a lowly slave to save her life. She would never suffer anyone to find out about it. She will kill you, and she will kill me for having witnessed it."

"Oh Gods! You're jesting me. You're her son." 

"That will not save me. My fate has been sealed."

"Let's not wait around here for her to return then. Let's get out of here."

"And go where?"

"Away from here. You can help me get to the surface. We can help each other."

"She will have us hunted down."

"At least we will have a chance. Do you really want to just wait around here to die?"

He lowered his head again, "I have always done as I am told. I have lived only to serve this house."

"Only to be murdered by your mother. Come on, you are a great fighter, you will be able to do well for yourself on the surface, start a new life. What do you have to lose?"

He stayed silent for a moment, and then let out a deep breath, "I have long wanted to see the great sky for myself."

"So you will help me to get out of here?" asked Lyanna hopefully. 

"You will remain my slave, and do everything I say, without question. Agreed?"

Lyanna slowly nodded, "Agreed." 

"Our chances of making it to the surface are not great, but as you said—what do I have to lose?" He cooly regarded the human for a moment longer, "What is your name, slave?"

She gave a slight smile, he finally asked, "Lyanna Stormborn."

"Greetings, Lyanna Stormborn. I am Rizzen, former First Son of house Do'Vrinn."

***

Several Days later, Lyanna and Rizzen emerged into the Great Northern Tunnel. They had managed to escape from the Do'Vrinn compound amid the fighting, and then flee the city. They had sneaked through the territory of a Shadow Dragon in an attempt to stop pursuers that Rizzen was sure the Matron would be sending after them. But the drow fighter knew that their enemies would continue to come after them, the Matron would do everything in her power to see them dead.

"We should be putting as much distance between us and Maeralssin as possible, if you value your life, Lyanna Stormborn."

"I told you, Rizzen, I am not going anywhere without my companions."

"Gaining numbers will help if we must fight, but strategically, it would be far wiser to evade our enemies."

"It's not about strategy. I care deeply about Pia, I simply can't leave her here. I don't expect you to understand, Drow."

He stopped and turned to her, looking at her with his fiery red eyes, "Perhaps I understand more than you realize, Human."

She nodded, "Good. We will go to Rugnars' Realm. In my experience, Inn-keepers are always up on gossip and rumors about the going-ons of the area around them. I'll wager the dwarf has heard where my companions were taken."

"And he will tell you, after you expose a spy that has been hiding under his nose," he said sadly. "I cannot go with you. She will be loyal to her house above all else, and I do not want to have to kill her."

"You mean that drow woman who captured me in is still there?"

"Yes, you have good reason to resent her for what she did to you and your party, but I would ask you to be merciful. She is also a slave seeking freedom."

"Okay, I will," said Lyanna, as they walked on down the tunnel. 

***

It was a typical, mind-numbingly boring day. Nathrae was in the shop with the dwarf. He had the door shut, so she couldn't wander out of the room to get away from him. The iron golem wasn't in the room with them, Rugnar had put it out at the front entrance again, to greet any visitors and guard the only exit from the realm. Her asshole was very sore, as usual. He had given her a good reaming last night. 

Rugnar was busying himself sharpening the blades on some of his weapons with his rotary grindstone. After a while, he stopped his work and wiped his brow. He went over to the pitcher on the bench, poured himself some water and drank. He looked over at the scantily clad drow standing by the door. "Are ye thirsty, Tiffy?"

Nathrae didn't respond, as usual, she just stared blankly at the wall. He walked over to her and put the cup up to her lips. She drank the water down. Rugnar looked down at her chest, and her skimpy purple brassiere. His hand moved up and started groping at her breasts. "Hmmm, think I'll get me some head now, Tiff. What do ye say?"

Nathrae was pushed down to her knees and soon had the half-erect dwarf cock sticking in her face. The smell of his sweaty crotch was strong, but she was used to his odor. He pushed his fat fingers into her mouth and opened her jaw. Then he slipped his soft fat cock inside. Nathrae started to suck on the meaty organ and it grew larger and stiffened in her mouth. "That's what I like about you, Tiff; yer always so accomodatin'."

Rugnar ran his fingers through her short white hair and moaned softy as she sucked him off. He gently bobbed her face in his crotch so that her lips slid along the bulky shaft and his fat cockhead rubbed along her wet tongue. He breathed heavily as he enjoyed the pleasure of the drows' wet sucking mouth around his rigid cock.

Then he looked over at the counter and saw his large yellow gem pulsing with light. "Ah shit! Looks like we got another visitor in the realm. That's bad fuckin' timing." Nathrae made a loud slurping sound as he pulled his fat cock out from her face. Saliva ran down her chin but she didn't wipe it away. "You might even have some more cocks to suck on, Tiff," he said with a smile. 

He tucked his wet erection back into his pants and went and stood behind the counter. Nathrae slowly got up and moved away from the door. She could still taste the dwarfs' cock in her mouth. She wondered who it was this time, if they were going to haggle with the dwarf over her price, and then take her into the room to fuck her.

The shop door opened. Nathrae was curious, but was careful to keep up her act, and not look directly at the doorway. She continued to stare off blankly into the imagined distance. "Welcome to Rugnars' Realm traveller," said Rugnar. "Oh...It's you! Didn't think I'd be seein' you back 'ere!"

Nathrae risked taking a peek, and then she froze. Standing in the doorway was the dark-haired human female she had captured. She was wearing a simple dark-grey cloak and stared directly at her with those obstinate blue eyes. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. How in the Abyss could she be here? 

Her heart began thudding strongly, her world had come crashing down, and suddenly she was in great danger. The human bitch was blocking the only exit. She knew she only had one option. She quickly lunged for one of the bladed weapons lying on the table. Then she yelled as she ran at the human with the steel shortsword raised. 

Lyanna quickly drew her longsword and parried the drows' blow. "TIFF!?" Rugnar yelled out in surprise. Nathrae quickly struck at her again, she knew the human was a skillful fighter, and she was larger and stronger. Her only hope was to take her down quickly. 

Lyanna stepped back, out of the shop, parrying the fast strikes as Nathrae pressed her attack. As the drow swung again, Lyanna knocked the blade aside and immediately punched her hard in the face with her other hand. She was sent staggering back, but regained her footing and immediately raised her blade defensively.

"Tiff! What in blazes are ye doin'?!" cried out the shocked dwarf. Nathrae looked at the human intently as she wheeled around, she just needed to get past her, to the tunnel leading out. Lyanna suddenly lunged forward and struck out with a series of swift strikes that drove the small drow back.

She knocked her shortsword aside and gave a quick horizontal slash across her chest. The drow cried out as she registered the stinging pain. Her purple brassiere fell away and there was a gash across her chest between her breasts. Blood started oozing out over her dark skin.

Lyanna looked at her intensely, with her bloody sword raised in front of her. "Surrender drow, and I will show you mercy." 

Nathrae grit her teeth and held her arm to her chest, trying to hold back the blood. She growled. She didn't believe for a second that the human would be merciful, not after what she had done to her.

She gripped her sword tightly and lunged at the human again. Lyanna swiftly sidestepped and swung her blade into the back of the drows' head. Nathrae cried out as she staggered forward she quickly reached around to the back of her aching head. There was no wound, the human must have just struck her with the flat of her blade.