Tiff - Chapter 2 - Part 7

Chapter 2 - Part 7

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, longswor; 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, wielding 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, and knew that she would wear down before he did.

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.

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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 wine.

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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."

Continued in Chapter 3

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