Tiff - Chapter 2 - Part 3

Chapter 2 - Part 3

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."

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 released 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.

Continued in Chapter 2 - Part 4