### The Mystery of Brightflow Tower
{(set: $playedAtTower to false)
(set: $keptCoins to true)
(set: $TebliDiapered to false)
With the retirement of their adventuring party, the obvious choice was to settle down in some small town and establish a tavern. Although Malchoran Helmsplitter, the dwarf, had decided to take up his royal position in the mountainhall of Tel-Rastria, the half-orc Urka, the Gnome Tebli Sprysprocket, and the halfling Gyl Bleakshore continued on with their plan. In time, the Green Fiddle was established and the trio fell into a comfortable, safe routine. Urka was the best with money and management, and so took up the mantle of proprieter, while Tebli and Gyl fell into cooking and cleaning duties. Occasionally, Malchoran would visit with his royal entourage and make their lives somewhat hellish for a week or so, but mostly, this life was a quiet one.}
The nature of the remaining trio's relationship was anything but normal, however. Urka, with her great height, girth, bosoms, and air of tenderness and responsibility took up a maternal role to the much shorter and smaller gnome and halfling. Urka's desire for order and compliance was well suited to deal with the lesser pair's propensity for mischief. So it was established: Urka was the "mommy", with all the motherly duties that entailed, and Tebli and Gyl were her "children". Although their small stature next to Urka was very child-like, Gyl and Tebli were actually older than Urka, the lifespans of lesser creatures being what they were. That being said, they were all what a member of their race would consider young.
"Hey Gyl, what'cha thinkin' about?" Tebli's flutelike voice dragged Gyl out of his contemplative stupor.
"Oh, uh, nothing." Gyl responded.
"As usual!" She stuck out her tongue and sauntered away from the tavern's front windows. Gyl watched her go, the exaggerated hip size of gnomes particularly evident in Tebli.
"What are you two doing out there? I need your help!" Urka bellowed from the kitchen.
"Coming mama!" The two responded, scurrying through the scullery door.
[[Continue.|1]]### Warning!
This game contains scenes of spanking, mommydom, analplay, and analingus. With a choice between a figging, or a diapering scene.
''DO NOT PLAY IF ANY OF THOSE THINGS SQUICKS YOU OUT!''
[[Continue.|Introduction]]Urka was busy hefting flour sacks six at a time from a cart parked just outside the back door. Her body had lost some of its ropey qualities as the months of copious food and little exercise added fat to her frame, but she was far from portly, or even overweight to be frank. The green-tinged arms were still as thick around as Tebli and Gyl's thighs put together.
"Come on you two, grab a sack and take it down to the basement. I'm not having this flour get rained on like last time." Urka said, descending the stairs.
Gyl winced, remembering the thorough hiding he and Tebli had received over that. One thing was certain about Urka, she took her mothering duties very seriously, intent on "raising" her two "children" the same way she'd been raised. Tenderness and firm discipline in equal measure. Even when they were adventuring, she was quick to cuff anyone that stepped out of line, even Malchoran, but equally as quick to dote on injured party members.
"You'd better grab a flour sack before I smack you!" Tebli said, standing before Gyl, sack balanced across her shoulders. Gyl grabbed one as well and headed down the stairs with it. Four or five trips later, the job was done.
"Okay kiddos, you're free for today. Stay out of trouble!" Urka smiled, the silver rings on her tusks gleaming in the lamp light.
"Yes! Hey Gyl, race you to the tower!" Tebli bolted up the stairs.
"Hey, that's no fair, your legs are longer than mine!" Gyl whined, scrambling after her.
Urka watched as the two tiny humanoids raced after one another to be the first to the old, ruined tower on the hill. She smiled again to herself. This life was not what she'd expected as a whelp in her clan, but it was one that she enjoyed. She headed up the stairs and set the evening's stew on. She noticed that a patron had sidled up to the bar, hooded and cloaked.
"What'll it be?" She grunted at the newcomer.
"Wine, if you have it."
Urka took a bottle down from a shelf, wiping dust from the top and pouring into a clay cup. She placed it down in front of the patron who sipped delicately at it. The man was human, but looked thin and old. Not unusual in a tavern, but not common either.
[[Continue|2]]"This is quite good. Thank you." The man placed a silver piece on the countertop. "Leave me the bottle."
Urka nodded. "Where are you coming from traveler?"
He paused, sipping the wine and swirling the glass. "I come from Marbeck, to the east."
"Yes, I've been there."
"Have you? Wherein?"
"Well, the city of Breshalve, town of Copperny, all around really."
"Hm, a well traveled tavernkeep. Why am I not surprised you've chosen this backwater to settle down in?" The man flashed a toothy grin.
"My partners and I chose Brightflow together. It's quiet, and we like it that way." Urka's glare was hard.
"Ah, please excuse me, I meant no offence!" The man removed his hood, revealing a head of salt and pepper hair, the beard, grey and whispy. His features were aquiline and refined, handsome in that way that half-bloods often were. "I am called Eldrethor."
She noted the ears. *Half-elf then.* "Urka. Pleased to meet you. What's your business in this, what was it you said? Backwater?"
"Ah, a riposte! Your tongue is sharper than your tusks young lady! I think I would very much enjoy a bout of verbal jousts with you."
"Perhaps some other kinds of jousting are in order as well, my lord."
The half-elf stroked his beard, eyeing her with a sly grin. "My business here is research, the details of which, I must regrettably keep a secret."
"Well, on behalf of this backwater, we hope we can make your stay here as pleasant as possible." Urka smiled, flashing her teeth and filed tusks.
The old half-elf's grimace was either fearful excitement or bemused terror, but she'd be happy if it was a little of both.
[[Continue.|3]]Gyl pumped his legs, his lungs burning as he raced after Tebli. They passed through the town square, then the east fields, then up the forested ridge to the ruined remains of an ancient tower. The floors, presumably had been made of wood, and so were long gone, rotted away under the inexorable march of time. This left the structure as a hollow cylinder of great stone bricks amongst a lumpy collection of moss-covered stones.
"I win!" Cried Tebli, flopping down on a relatively flat portion of moss covered earth in the center of the tower.
Gyl staggered into the space with her, hunching over to catch his breath. "I told you-" *Huff* "You have-" *Huff* "An advantage!"
"Sorry, all I can hear is 'I'm a loser, loser, loser, who loses, loses, loses!'" She smiled, the enlarged canines giving the gesture a hungry, bestial quality.
"Brat." Gyl responded, dusting off his pants.
"Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?" She rolled over, onto her stomach, then lifted her hips, arching her back and presenting herself so languidly that it was almost comedic.
Gyl took the hint and walked over to her, clapping a hand against the firm, copious backside, finger tips digging into the flesh. "If Urka finds out-"
"How's she gonna know? Unless one of us tells her."
"You mean like you did that one time?" He slid his hand down, between the legs to the warm mound awaiting him there.
The gnome scoffed. "That's just because you didn't do a good job."
"But you got spanked too!" Gyl responded, thumb pressing between the cheeks, enjoying the moan the touch elicited.
"Are you saying you didn't enjoy it?"
To that, Gyl had no reply, well, other than another swat.
[[Play with Tebli.|4-play]]
[[Punish Tebli.|4-punish]]"Wait Tebli, help!" He shouted after her.
"What's wrong Gyl?" She shouted back with true concern in her voice. As she jogged back into the structure of the tower, her eyes settled on the prone form of her "brother", halfway in the ground and she broke out into hysterical laughter. "You're even shorter than me now! Hah!"
"Okay, but can you help?"
"I guess I should! Wouldn't want the wolves eating you!" She smirked, yanking him out of the ground.
Gyl dusted himself off. "There's an open space down there. My foot couldn't touch anything."
Tebli pressed her face down to the hole. "You're right, but I can't see anything. It's too dark out right now."
The halfling frowned up at the moon which had risen sometime during their shenanigans. "We should tell mama about this."
"Agreed. Let's walk back together then." She offered a hand and Gyl took it.
[[Continue|6]]{(set: $playedAtTower to true)
He licked his lips and tugged down the back of Tebli's trousers, revealing the rust-hued skin of her backside.}
"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist. It's been too long. And don't think I didn't feel your eyes on me earlier back in the tavern!" She grinned again, spreading her legs.
Gyl touched the hairless folds of her pussy, delighting at the shiver and moan this elicited. He went to work on his own belt, wrestling down the front of his pants and brandishing the full length of his rapidly engorging cock. The gnome stared hungrily back at it, touching the head's underside with the tips of two fingers.
"Stop teasing me Gyl! I'm already wet enough, see?" She held up her other hand, the fingers slick and glistening.
That was more than enough encouragement for the halfling, and he pushed the tip of his member between Tebli's lips. She let out an extended moan as he pushed further into her, eventually burying his entire length inside the all-encompassing warmth therein. His fingers curled into the soft flesh of her flanks, as he slid in and out, thighs clapping against her backside.
"Ahhhahhh... Oh god Gyl, I've missed you!"
He hissed, sucking air between his teeth. "I've missed you too." He licked his thumb and pressed it against the pucker of her anus.
"Ah, yes! I want it inside! Now!"
Gyl pushed his thumb inside, feeling his own cock on the other side of the thin wall between.
"Fuck me with it! Please!"
The halfling steadied his fist against his pelvic bone, syncing the thumb thrusts up with those of his cock, to this Tebli could only shake with pleasure.
"Hah! You're gonna make me cum!"
"Yeah? Cum on my big cock you little slut. Do it now!"
Tebli squealed, her orgasm causing her to buck. "Ohhh f-fuck..." She panted. "That was good. My turn." She said as she wheeled on Gyl, pushing him back and straddling him. "I want your cum in my butt this time." She said under half-lidded eyes. With a strangled squeak, she sunk slowly onto his cock, this opening much tighter than the first.
Gyl nearly came right then.
After a moment of adjusting to the size, Tebli started to ride his cock, one hand on his breastbone and the other on her clit. "Oh fuck, you always feel big, but you feel even bigger when you're in my butt."
"Racial differences." Gyl said with a smug smirk.
She grabbed his face and leaned in close. "Shut the fuck up." She said and kissed him, speeding up her riding
"Ah fuck! Oh! Hah!" Was all that Gyl could manage.
"Yeah, come on, give it to me! Fill up my butt with your hot cum!" Tebli cried, and the halfling did just that, his cock spurting jet after jet into the gnome. She slumped over, sliding off of his cock and laying down on top of him. Gyl placed a hand on her back, her green hair all about his face, smelling of summertime strawberries.
Eventually, the pair disentangled from each other, cleaned themselves off as best as they could and got dressed.
"Race you back?" Tebli said as she began jogging in the direction of
town.
"Wait, I'm not ready yet!" Gyl said hopping as he finished pulling up his pants. Suddenly, the earth beneath his foot gave way and he sunk up to his groin into the ground, front leg splayed out in front of him.
[[Continue.|5]]"Not today." He said. "I'll not have you going and telling mommy again. I'm fine with waiting for her anyway." He yanked the gnome's trousers down, revealing the rust-hued skin of her backside.
"Such a prude!" She pouted, folding her arms. "No imagination either! I can think of a thousand more interesting ways to punish me than just a spanking!"
"Who said I was *just* going to spank you." Gyl quipped, eyeing the nearby nettle thicket.
"Don't you dare!"
With that, Gyl obliged her, slamming the flat of his palm into the upturned buttocks, enjoying the way that they jiggled, despite the position.
"Hmph! Mama spanks harder than you do!"
"Mama's arms are also a lot longer than mine."
"Always whinging about the racial differences you are!"
"They're legitimate hurdles. Now quit mouthing off, or I'll tell her that you tried to seduce me again." Gyl grabbed a straight, thin stick from a nearby bush and stripped all the leaves off of it in one fluid motion. "You want it to hurt? I can make it hurt." He lashed out with the switch, the thin end connecting with Tebli's butt.
"OW!" The gnome cried out, but did not make any attempt to avoid the strokes as they came, one after another.
"Naughty, naughty girl!" Gyl chanted as he scored Tebli's bottom with angry red stripes. With each stroke, she called out her pain, but the glisten between her thighs told another story.
"Owie! Owie! Gyl, stoppit you big meanie!"
"Are you gonna behave?"
"That depends, what happens if I say no?"
Gyl frowned and continued his strokes until the switch was a shredded, splintered mess. He cast it away into the bushes, stroking the welted flesh of Tebli's bottom. "How about now?"
She sniffled and replied in a tiny voice: "I'll be good..."
"Okay then, you can get up now."
The gnome got to her feet and pulled her trousers up, eyes sparkling with tears. All at once, her expression turned sour and she stuck her tongue out at Gyl.
"You want some more?" The halfling asked, gesturing at the nettles.
To that, her eyes widened and she started to sprint away. As Gyl made to follow, the earth beneath his back foot gave way and he sunk up to his groin into the ground, front leg splayed out in front of him.
[[Continue.|5]]Urka was reclining on her massive bed amusedly watching as Eldrethor attempted to bring her to orgasm.
"Gods, it's like a closed fist!" The half-elf cried, rolling off of her. "I'm sorry love, I don't think it's happening. My member feels like it's been stepped on!"
This was always Urka's favorite part. "Well now, I'm disappointed in you Eldrethor. You had be believing you were a stallion."
"I am! Well I usually am!" He sputtered, rapidly beginning to blush.
"Perhaps you should be punished for failing to perform as you said you could?" She suggested coyly.
The half-elf grimaced, then started at the slam of the common room door downstairs. As he struggled with his trousers and robe, Urka was already up and dressed. "Go back to your room. I will deal with this."
"Much obliged!" He said, making for the door.
"And don't think I've forgotten about your punishment." She winked. The half-elf grimaced again and slipped out the door and down the hall to his room. Urka approached the stairs and made her way down them, relaxing when she saw the faces of Gyl and Tebli near the front door. "You two need to be more careful about the manner of your entrance. You sounded like a pair ogres crashing around like that."
All at once, the halfing and the gnome began talking over one another, an indistinguishable cacophany of stories being told at her. "Stop." Urka commanded and they both fell silent. "Tebli. You first."
The gnome cleared her throat and shot her "brother" a smug glance. "Well you see mama, after beating the tar out of Gyl at a good old fashioned foot race, he put his foot down too hard and fell into a hole like a dope."
"And that was worth knocking all the nails out of my doorjam for?"
"She's not telling the whole thing! Up at the old tower, I tried to step too hard and my leg fell through the ground into a hole, a really deep hole. So deep, I couldn't touch the bottom!"
"Hmm, I see. Well there's nothing to be done for it today. Get ready for bed and stay away from the tower tomorrow." Urka nodded towards the stairs and the two scurried up to the bedroom the trio shared. She gazed out the front windows into the town square, squinting to see anything unusual, but there was nothing. *Had the evening mists always been that thick?* She put out the hearth and candles, bolted the doors and headed upstairs.
Urka arrived back in her bedroom where the two smaller humanoids were sat upon the huge bed dominating the space. "So What were you both doing up at the tower all evening? Surely a footrace doesn't take *that* long."
(if: $playedAtTower)[[[Continue.|7-punish1]]](else:)[[[Continue.|7-play1]]]middle of night Urka hears Eldrethor leave and gets suspicious, he is asleep all day the next day. next day, choose whether to follow Tebli or Gyl, both get to either witness punishment or have punishment dealt on them by townsfolk who have been given carte blanche by Urka. Next night, Urka hears Eldrethor leaving, decides to follow him as he goes to the tower and enters the hole Gyl made. She finds that there is a barrow there and an evil within is awakening, she has to use cleric powers to turn some of the undead, comes upon Eldrethor who is attempting a sealing ritual, but is failing, tries to help, manages for some time, but takes an injury, just when it seems that Urka will be killed, Gyl and Tebli arrive in their gear and the three fight together. Eldrethor completes the ritual and all is well. Story ends with Eldrethor offering the trio to be his escort as he check in on old barrows like this one around the world. Whether they accept or not is left undetermined."Tebli tried to get me to play without you, but I punished her instead!" Gyl blurted out.
Everyone in the room boggled at the halfling for a moment before Urka responded cooly: "I'm glad to hear that. And since it sounds like you've already done my job for me Gyl, I suppose that we can have a little fun together tonight, what do you say?"
Both of the small humanoids lit up like torchfire, quickly stripping away their garments. The half-orc laughed. "Your enthusiasm is much appreciated!" She said, pulling away her own clothing and climbing into the big bed, between the other two. They snuggled up to her, their warm bodies pressing against her arms. "Who should be first?" She asked.
To that, Tebli squirmed next to her. "I wanna go first! And it's only fair since I wanted to earlier today, but didn't get to!"
Urka looked over at Gyl. "Any objections?" The halfling shook his head and clambered over her leg, to be seated between the thick, pale green thighs. The half-orc reached down and touched the rapidly firming member. She was always fascinated by the absurd body to genital proportions of the smaller races. Gyl was diminutive, just over 3 feet tall, but the tool between his legs was massive, looking like the fist and forearm of an especially pudgy babe. She spit into her hand and stroked it, its girth more than enough even for her. Eldrethor had had spirit, but he couldn't compare to *this*.
Tebli shifted over, positioning the member's head just against her puckered rosebud. Urka was never a fan of taking anything into her backside, but the gnome, it seemed, couldn't get enough of it. She descended onto the length and Urka watched as the turgid cock vanished inside. The two small humanoids both let out pleasant little gasps and started a rhythmic up and down motion. Urka reached over Tebli and placed a finger against the bobbing clitoris, massaging it gently, enjoying how she squirmed at the touch. She placed her other hand around the front of the gnome's neck, pulling her torso back between her breasts.
Tebli moaned, cupping her own breast with a hand and using the other to stabilize herself for some faster thrusts. All at once, she spasmed. Gyl grunting and twitching beneath her as the tower of creatures in Urka's lap toppled to either side of her, spent. She gave the two some time, letting the smaller humanoids huff and puff, stroking their hair.
[[Continue.|7-play2]]Tebli took great joy at seeing the color rising on Gyl's cheeks. With an evil smirk she replied: "Oh, Gyl and I were playing together."
The half-orc's eyes narrowed. "What *kind* of play?"
"The kind we're not supposed to do without you!" She responded, delighting in how squirmy she felt. She glanced over at Gyl, who's face had taken on a pallid look. His return glare was one of profound betrayal, and she stuck her tongue out at him.
"Well now, that's the kind of thing mommy *doesn't* want to hear right before bed. Because now-" Urka said, retrieving the hairbrush that had never touched her snarl of a mane, "I have to do something about it. Mommy had planned to play with you both tonight, but it looks like this is going to have to happen instead." She rounded on Tebli, the gnome shrinking under a withering gaze. "I know how you are, little one. Always trying to get your brother in trouble."
"But he still participated!" She whined petulantly.
"Oh, he's still going to be punished too, just after you." She lifted the diminutive humanoid into the air, and took a seat in a nearby chair, placing the squirming form down over her lap, a single hand enough to completely encircle the small of the gnome's back. The tiny calves hanging off the side of Urka's thighs kicked weakly.
"Mamaaaa!" Tebli complained, but Urka was already in motion, tugging down the gnome's trousers, and poising the hairbrush over the small, round buttocks.
"This hurts me more than it hurts you, little one." She said, slamming the hairbrush into Tebli's backside. The gnome lurched, yelping loudly. A half-dozen blows later and the bottom that was pinned over Urka's lap had taken on an angry, red glow.
Tebli struggled, eyes hot with tears, but it was no use. The half-orc could do this forever if she wanted to. It was like a rabbit trying to fight a wolf, but something about that knowledge fed a fire in her. Tebli Sprysprocket, whose knives had kissed the throats of all manner of monster and villain, was currently being held down and spanked like a naughty child. "I'm sorryyy!" She cried shrilly.
"I know you're sorry little one, but you're always sorry right after your spankings start. It's my intention that you remain sorry for at least the better part of a day." A score or so more swats and Tebli was done, hanging limply like a ragdoll over Urka's lap, tears streaming freely from her large, gold-hued eyes.
[[Continue.|7-punish2]]"Corner, now young lady." Urka said, lifting Tebli off of her lap. She adjusted herself on the bedside and beckoned to the individual who had nearly backed into the opposite corner, as if trying to melt away into the shadows. "It's your turn Gyl, come here." The halfling shuffled part of the way over and she helped him along the rest with a hand around the front of his belt. She stripped the trousers off and placed the small humanoid over her lap in a practiced motion. His size was similar to Tebli's and so he was similarly restrained. Urka put the hairbrush down and rubbed the soft mounds of ruddy, tan flesh before her. "Gyl, tell mama why you're being spanked."
"Because we played without your permission." The halfling crooned.
"And why is that not allowed?"
"Because it makes mama feel left out."
Urka smiled. "See Tebli, this is why Gyl gets it easier than you do."
"And because he's a big baby." Tebli quipped in an almost inaudible mumble.
"What was that?"
"Nothing mama!"
"Mhmm. That's what I thought." A hand big enough to smack both of his cheeks at the same time came down on Gyl's bottom and he yelped. "Mama doesn't mind if you two play, as long as you include her. Even just asking is enough. It's almost as if you two *like* getting spanked." Urka said, knowing full well this was indeed the truth.
Another hail of firm swats sent the halfling into a fit of oohs and ouches. Looking up, she noted that Tebli no longer had her nose in the corner like she was supposed to, instead, twisting in such a way as to not make her observation too obvious. Urka chose not to notice that, or the placement of the gnome's left hand, which moved in an undeniably suspect way around her groin.
After another dozen smacks or so, the ruddiness in Gyl's skin tone had completely taken over his backside. The half-orc rubbed at the flesh, enjoying the pleasant heat therein. "Do you think you've learned your lesson, little one?" The small humanoid's curly, chestnut hair bobbed up and down with a nod. She stood him up, wiping the tears from his eyes and pointed him towards the corner opposite Tebli. The pair stayed in these positions until Urka was finished with her evening routine. "Okay dears, it's bedtime."
The trio stripped off their clothing and climbed into the big bed together.
[[Continue.|8]]After some time, Urka patted the two. "It's mama's turn now my dears." Their heads perked up and they went to work, unprompted, pressing themselves between her legs. The half-orc leaned back, luxuriating in the feel of a pair of tongues lapping at her. She touched the backs of their heads, running her fingers through their hair. As one point, Tebli moved up, taking one of Urka's nipples into her mouth. She cradled the gnome, gasping as Gyl redoubled his efforts below.
"Mmm, I love both of you." She moaned.
"We love you too!" They responded before resuming their play.
Urka felt it building now, like a wave of such ferocity. Her muscles coiled, readying for the orgasm that was fast approaching. Tebli sucked harder, toying with her other nipple between her fingers and Gyl pushed a finger inside of her. Urka twitched, nearly throwing the smaller pair off of the bed as she let out an animalistic growl, the warmth of the orgasm settling on her like a blanket. She sighed, tucking Gyl and Tebli under each arm. Finally, the trio fell asleep.
[[Continue.|8]]Sometime in the night, Urka's eyes flicked open. Years of living on the road and camping outside had made her a light sleeper, and she strained to listen for what had awoken her. She relaxed to hear that it was Eldrethor, the boards creaking in his room and out into the hallway. But they didn't stop there, the creaking descended the stairs, then could be heard from the common room. Finally, she heard the tavern's front door unbolt, open, and then click closed again. Perhaps the half-elf went for night walks, but there wasn't much to do around Brightflow after the sun had gone down. It's not like this was Carrente with its oil lanterns and Nightfall district. There were no whores to cavort with and no shimmerdust dens in which to smoke oneself stupid. There was just the chill of the night and the moon, but maybe Eldrethor was a man who enjoyed those things. Tebli stirred and groaned quietly as Urka felt herself falling once again into the embrace of sleep.
The next time she awoke, it was to the sound of songbirds and the light of the rising sun. As she stretched and dressed herself, her companions also began to rouse. "Remember you two, chores first."
"Yes mama." They answered in unison.
As Urka tied on her apron, she knocked on the door to Eldrethor's room, which was now closed. "Breakfast will be ready in 30 minutes."
A muffled groan was her only response.
The half-elf must have been out quite late. Now, what he was doing all night long was what she wondered at the most. She and her two companions took up their positions in the tavern, with Gyl cooking, Tebli cleaning, and Urka in the back garden splitting wood and hauling fresh water back to the cistern from the town well. At some point in the afternoon, Eldrethor made his way down to the common room to blearily munch on some nutty bread and fried eggs, returning to his room immediately after.
[[Play as Tebli.|Tebli-1]]
[[Play as Gyl.|Gyl-1]]As the gnome finished with her mopping, Urka handed her a list. "These are the things we need for the week, head down to the market and pick them up for me, would you?"
Tebli nodded, stowing her cleaning supplies and heading out the front door. The Green Fiddle sat just off the square on the northern side, so it was only a few steps to be amidst the market proper. It was mid afternoon, and the space was abustle with people, all eager to pick up ingredients for their evening meal. She slipped into the crowd, deftly maneuvering to her first stop, one of the stalls selling vegetables.
Waiting in line, her eyes lighted on a young noble, likely a son of one of the merchants in town. *That boy,* She thought, *moves like a thief*. As she watched, the youth positioned his body next to the vegetable seller's take chest. He observed the large, red-faced woman's jaunty movements when serving a customer. Greet. Make suggestions. Wait for selection. Take payment. Count payment. Bag produce. Stow payment in take chest. The bagging phase was his opening and he knew it, his eyes widening, pupils dialating each time that stage came around in the cycle. He saw his opportunity: a harried looking house servant buying a humongous load of different vegetables to place on a handcart of other ingredients. The nobles of Brightflow often opted for indulgence in food, rather than in possessions as the cost of shipping some piece of large elegant furniture out into the country was often prohibitively high. Seven bags. After the second, Tebli watched the boy dip his hand into the fat coin purse that rested on the back table, his fingers coming away shining briefly in the sunlight before the youth stuffed the prize into his pocket. It was good, like how she and her waifish sisters had done back on the streets of Tegedden.
She focused on the boy now. He was garbed in clothes that would likely cost what one of these stall workers would make in a month. His dirty blonde hair was foppishly styled, a set of emerald green eyes beneath a wide brimmed hat. She knew exactly his type. Bored, rich, and willing to break rules just because he could. She felt entitled to teach him a lesson.
Using a technique she'd learned from robbing fully armored guards, she moved up behind the youth, slipped her small, deft hand into his pocket, and snagged the coins there. His moves had been good, but they lacked an essential element that only a waif who grew up on the street would know.
Doubt.
She slipped back into line and waited her turn, eyeing the boy. He patted his pocket, then again, then stuffed a hand in, dismay evident when that hand came back empty. He spotted Tebli and began walking towards her. Takes a thief to spot a thief. And that always went both ways, she knew.
"You shouldn't be doing that, boy." She intoned as he drew close. "You've no reason to, anyhow."
"What do you care?" A bright voice responded.
Tebli faced the youth. "Who are you anyway?"
He looked offended. "I am Liam Cathwick, son of Demes-"
"I know who Count Cathwick is boy." Tebli drolled.
"You don't know him. Not like I do. Please, don't tell her."
"Oh, the shopkeep you stole from? And why not?"
"I can't tell you, just please, don't. You can even keep the money!"
As the boy spoke, the line moved up and Tebli was in front of the red-faced vegetable seller. "Try some of this fine squash tonight Miss Tebli?"
[[Keep the coins.|Tebli-kept]]
[[Give the coins back and blame Liam.|Tebli-blame]]
[[Give the coins back and take the blame.|Tebli-sacrifice]]"Gyl, I've got a delivery of ales coming today, can you go out down the west ridge road and meet them?" Urka called into the kitchen.
"Sure!" Gyl replied, hanging up his cook's apron and heading out the back past where Urka was busy stacking firewood.
The west ridge road began just next to Meechard's Apothecary at the northern corner of the square and snaked between barley and wheat fields, bordered on either side by short stone walls. A wooden arch in the shadow of a small cliff face marked the edge of town, and that is where Gyl waited, seating himself upon a boulder which jutted from the earthen wall like some kind of boil. The air here was cool, placid, far from the bustle of town. The only sounds were those that the wind and birds made. While he waited, the halfling touched the divine essences of the forest, not drawing on them, just feeling the flow of the ethereal currents. Flower, acorn, whisp of grass, they all sang in very small voices, but he delighted in listening to them whenever he had the chance.
"Ey 'alfling, you asleep?" A woman's voice asked.
Gyl's eyes flicked open and standing before him was a tawny-skinned human, her hair cropped short. Her sensible travelling clothes and rain cloak were sheathed in road dust. Behind her, was a wagon loaded with casks, drawn by two glassy-eyed mules. On the seat sat another woman, younger than the one who had addressed Gyl, with lighter skin and a similar haircut. She cradled a crossbow so large that he wondered if she could even draw the thing.
"Got an order 'ere for Urka at the Green Fiddle. You the liaison?" The older woman asked.
"I am. My name is Gyl Bleakshore, co-owner of the Green Fiddle. Who are you two?"
"I'm Reesa, and that beanpole over there is my assistant Gess." Gess waved weakly, almost dropping her weapon with the gesture.
"Very good. I will escort you to the tavern where we will conduct payment and unload."
Gyl rode back in the wagon, sandwiched between Reesa and Gess, the latter struggling to keep the massive crossbow out of his lap. At one point he saw the girl was floundering, the additional occupant to the seat clearly hindering her control of the weapon. There was a *THWUNK* and a broad-headed quarrel sailed off into the trees to the wagon's left, flying uncomfortably close to Gyl and Reesa's heads along the way.
"Gods-dammit Gess, you hollow-headed oaf!" Reesa cried, wrenching the crossbow from the girl's grasp and tossing it amongst the casks in the wagon's bed. "I told you that one was too arsing big!"
"But I just wanted to help keep us safe!" The girl shouted back, eyes brimming with tears.
"An' you can do that with a smaller crossbow lass!"
"That's not what Burke and the other guards say!"
"Burke and the other guards aren't scrawny little waifs!"
"It was an honest mistake." Gyl tried. "I believe I may be partially to blame anyway."
"That's all well and good Mr. Bleakshore, but this is the second bloody time I've nearly been skewered." The porter responded, then faced Gess. "No, you and I are having a chat when we get there lass. A *long* chat."
To that, Gess was silent, her arms folded, looking miserable. The rest of the ride back was so awkward that Gyl nearly hopped off the wagon and continued on foot.
[[Continue.|Gyl-2]]"Here we are." The halfling said, climbing down from the wagon seat.
"Much obliged." Reesa said, tying up the reins and heading inside the tavern, Gess in tow.
Inside, Urka was signing the order papers and offering up the payment which Reesa accepted. She then helped the porter unload the wagon as Gess and Gyl looked on.
"Miss Urka, you mind if we go ahead and stay for the night? I don't feel too comfortable heading back with this much coin and no guards to speak of." She said, pointed gaze fixed on Gess.
"Of course. Dinner will be served in a couple of hours and you can use the room at the end of the hall. The common room here is also open to you if you need refreshments or relaxation."
"Thank ya kindly. Say, have you got anything short and paddle-like? Like a hairbrush? My assistant here nearly killed your man and I with an errant crossbow quarrel."
With an almost imperceptible twitch of her eyes, Urka nodded, retrieving the hairbrush Gyl was so familiar with and handing it to the porter who rounded on the younger girl. "Alright lass, drop 'em and get over 'ere."
Gess looked around, red-faced embarassment plain on her small round face. "With them watching? Why can't we go up to the room first?" She pleaded.
"Well, seeing the circumstances, I think they've got every right to watch your butt get tanned. Mr. Bleakshore's the one who was most in danger by your blunder and it's Miss Urka's hairbrush, so the way I see it, they're a welcome audience. Come on now, I won't ask again. Or do you wanna wait until this place is full in an hour or so?"
Gyl watched as the girl shuffled forward to where Reesa was sat upon a short-backed chair and dropped her trousers. "Bloomers too lass. Now."
"But Reesa-"
"But nothin'! Face the consequences of your mistake Gess! Life don't work on your terms, and you'd best start getting that through your thick skull!"
The girl blushed fiercely and pursed her lips before dragging the undergarment down and laying over her boss's lap.
(color: red)[WHACK!]
(color: red)[WHACK!]
(color: red)[WHACK!]
Gyl found that he was wincing in spite of himself. The girl seemed to be taking it remarkably well, even as each wallop exploded into bright red blossoms of color.
"Maybe after this tanning, you'll pick up a more suitable crossbow once we're at the garrison, hm?"
(color: red)[WHACK!]
(color: red)[WHACK!]
(color: red)[WHACK!]
Eventually, despite holding out for much longer than Gyl would have been able to, the girl was starting to break down. Silent tears dripped from the tip of her nose onto the floorboards as she sniffled and squirmed. Once the voice cracks and vocalizations started, her bottom was a blotchy, red mess, the flecking of broken blood vessels evident around the edges. That would be a bruise, Gyl was certain.
"Alright lass, we're all done. Come 'ere." Reesa said and Gess stood, falling into the proffered embrace. "You know I'm just lookin' out for you, yeah?"
"Yes Reesa." The girl hiccuped.
"And you know I only do this because I don't want no harm comin' to yah, yeah?" The older woman asked as she caressed her charge's thoroughly punished backside.
"Yes..."
"Alright. Now why don't you go take care of the wagon and get Arbuckle and Teeg into stables for the night. Then I'll buy you whatever drink you'd like to numb some of that sting, hm?"
"Yes Reesa. Thank you." Gess said as she collected herself and headed towards the door. As she left, she passed by Tebli who was on her way in, arms loaded down with sacks of produce.
"Hey, what'd I miss?" The gnome asked bemusedly.
[[Continue.|9-punish1]]As the last of the evening's patrons trickled out for the night, and the guests made their ways up to their rooms, Urka, Tebli, and Gyl were alone in the silent common room.
"Is there something you want to tell me about Tebli?" Urka asked in her "I'm mom now" voice.
Gyl watched as his "sister" went stock-stiff. "Not that I know of, why?" She replied, stone faced. He was always amazed at how she could lie her way out of an iron box most of the time, but when she spoke to the half-orc about anything, she was suddenly as guilty as a kid with their hand in the sweets jar.
"Because Serli Eackwerth tells me she's a few coins short. You wouldn't know anything about that then, would you?"
"No mama."
"Little one, are you lying to me?"
"Noo..."
"Tebli?"
"Okay, but it's her fault, she doesn't put the coins away *before* she bags the produce, she's just asking for someone to do it!"
"Tebli Olina Sprysprocket! You are in *so* much trouble young lady! We talked about the petty theft! You promised!"
"I know and I'm sorry!"
"Back shed, NOW!"
The room was silent. Gyl and Tebli both knew what the back shed meant. Urka had used her full name there as well, the gnome was toast.
"March young lady! Gyl, you come too. I want you to watch."
The back shed was where the worst punishments happened with the most creative implements. Tebli had gotten it once before for trying to start a thieves guild in town. Half of Brightflow assembled outside the doors of the tavern ready for some mob justice. After Urka managed to talk down the gnome pogrom with guarantees of swift and thorough justice, she'd taken Tebli to the shed and applied a birch and a score of separate switches to her. The punishment had lasted an hour and a half and Tebli hadn't been able to sit without a pillow for a full 3 days afterward.
She made her way rigidly through the kitchen and out the rear door as Gyl followed after. The back shed was a disused curing shack that had been present on the property far longer than the tavern itself, evidenced by the river rock walls and thickly thatched roof. The two smaller humanoids entered through the pock marked door with its odd leather hinges and waited in the small space therein.
[[Continue.|9-punish2]]"You owe me, kid." The gnome said in a pointed whisper. She looked at the shopkeeper. "Just these items please." She said, showing the list. "That's all." Her smile was absolutely convincing.
Liam sighed with relief and slunk back into the crowd, looking dejected.
*Aw, he's cute when he's sad.* She thought, as she headed off to finish the shopping. Eventually, she made for the tavern, arms loaded down with groceries. As she entered, a young girl, likely the same age as the young Cathwick exited, head down, eyes full of tears. Inside, Gyl stood off to one corner with a very familiar look of fear, empathy, and interest. Urka was behind the counter looking smug, and someone Tebli didn't know was seated at a table, the half-orc's trusty hairbrush in hand.
"Hey, what'd I miss?" She asked bemusedly.
[[Continue.|9-punish1]]{(set: $keptCoins to false)
"Not today kid. Time for you to learn an important lesson." The gnome said in a pointed whisper. "Ah, certainly Miss Eackwerth, and these items as well." She said, showing the list. "Also-" She dropped the coins on the counter top. "The young master Cathwick over here took these from you when you weren't looking. Best to stow them first, then bag."}
The youth flushed deeply as the vegetable seller rounded on him. "W-why you, ruffian, you scoundrel! What reason have you to steal, hm?"
"I'm sorry, I just- You got them back, didn't you?"
"Yes, but that is not the point! You think I don't know about Count Cathwick's proclamation about you and your brothers, do you?" The woman's face had grown several shades redder in the last few moments, and Tebli grinned, enjoying the show.
The young noble's face paled. "What proclamation?"
"In the last merchant's council meeting, your father declared that should you or any of the other Cathwick boys attempt anything unsavory or unfitting of a person of noble birth, that we should feel free to take you in hand as he would himself!"
The gnome grinned evilly, enlarged canines looking particularly devilish. "Lesson number one. Doubt. Lesson number two. Awareness of the consequences." She quipped.
Liam's eyes flicked back and fourth between Miss Eackwerth, Tebli, and the rapidly growing group of curious onlookers. "This is outrageous!" He blustered, voice cracking. "I will receive no such treatment! Or- or I'll have you in chains f-for assault!"
"Give 'im the business, Serli!" Someone shouted from the crowd.
The vegetable seller's eyes narrowed on the young noble. "Well now you're just being unruly. Good thing I know how to deal with unruly boys!" She said, snagging the youth by the scruff of the neck and pushing him over the counter of the stall.
"Unhand me this instant you hag!" He struggled, but his lithe, well-learned figure was no match for the body of a farm-wife.
"Well now you're just making it worse for yourself, aren't you boy?" The woman said, sliding a finger into the back of his silken trousers and dragging them down to many jeers and shouts of appreciation from the onlookers.
*I feel as though, I've done a great public service today.* Tebli thought as she watched the scene fervently.
(color: red)[SMACK!]
(color: red)[SMACK!]
(color: red)[SMACK!]
Serli Eackwerth's thick, calloused hand cracked against Liam's pale backside again and again, each swat eliciting a squeal of pain from the young noble.
"This is an important lesson for you boy, even nobles aren't above the law." She lectured, landing another heavy set of blows to the rapidly reddening flesh.
"I'm sorry Miss Eackwerth, I'm sorry, please let me go, this is mortifying!"
"Is it? Well then maybe you'll remember it for more than a week!" The woman replied, the response sending peals of laughter through the crowd.
(color: red)[SMACK!]
(color: red)[SMACK!]
(color: red)[SMACK!]
The spanking continued until the youth's bottom was a deep crimson. A color that Tebli knew would surely bruise later.
"My greatest, most humble apologies Miss Eackwerth." He said between sniffles.
"Oh well, you're forgiven boy, come here." She gave him a tender hug, and his reaction was like that of a man who'd never had a drink of water, suddenly stumbling upon a full well. Startled at first, but then drinking so deep on the affection that the vegetable seller seemed to recognize the need, rocking back and fourth gently until Liam let her go.
Eventually, he shuffled off, rubbing his backside, while Miss Eackwerth completed Tebli's order.
*Aw, he's cute when he's just been spanked.* She thought, as she headed off to finish the shopping. Eventually, she made for the tavern, arms loaded down with groceries. As she entered, a young girl, likely the same age as the young Cathwick exited, head down, eyes full of tears. Inside, Gyl stood off to one corner with a very familiar look of fear, empathy, and interest. Urka was behind the counter looking smug, and someone Tebli didn't know was seated at a table, the half-orc's trusty hairbrush in hand.
"Hey, what'd I miss?" She asked bemusedly.
[[Continue.|9-play]]{(set: $keptCoins to false)
"You owe me big, kid." The gnome said in a pointed whisper. "Ah, certainly Miss Eackwerth, and these items as well." She said, showing the list. "Also-" She dropped the coins on the counter top. "I snagged these from you while you weren't looking. Best to stow them first, then bag."}
"W-why you beast!" The fat woman spluttered. "Urka told me to keep an eye on you, and with good cause it seems!"
Tebli shrugged with a smile. "Just doing you a courtesy Miss Eackwerth, but next time, I'll keep them."
"Like heavens you will!" The woman said, snagging one of Tebli's arms. "Urka gave me permission to do this, you know! She said: 'If that one steals from you, please tan her hide on my behalf!'"
Looking around, the gnome saw that the commotion had drawn eyes to her, including the young noble's, whose face was some combination of adoration and bewilderment. She grimaced, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks. It had been quite a while since she'd been spanked in public and she decided she'd like to play the game.
"No please, Miss Eackwerth, I'll be good, not that!" She begged.
"I'll have none of your nonsense young lady!" The woman bellowed as she wrestled Tebli over the counter of the stall. With a hand firmly on the back of her neck, the vegetable seller moved up behind her, releasing her momentarily to roll up her sleeves. "I'll teach you to steal from me!"
"Fine, but please, don't bare me, I can't take the embarassment!"
"Why, that's an excellent idea, I'll do you the same way I do my boys at home!"
A few onlookers laughed at that as Miss Eackwerth dragged the gnome's trousers down, revealing her pert, firm bottom for all to see. She gazed back at Liam, now fully enraptured by the scene, mouth hanging open slightly. She narrowed her eyes. She'd get him back for this, eventually.
(color: red)[SMACK!]
(color: red)[SMACK!]
(color: red)[SMACK!]
The vegetable seller was taking no time to warm Tebli up, and she found herself cursing with each swat of the woman's calloused palm.
"Naughty!"
(color: red)[SMACK!]
"Naughty!"
(color: red)[SMACK!]
"Girl!"
(color: red)[SMACK!]
Miss Eackwerth was chanting her lecture between some very solid, heavy swats and gnome heard herself starting to yelp after each. Pain was pain, and soon enough, she didn't have to pretend not to like it anymore, despite the ever-growing warmness between her thighs. After a few "Ouches!" that to even Tebli, sounded desperate, the vegetable seller relented. Moving back to her spot and finishing the transaction.
As she shuffled away, groceries in one hand as the other rubbed her soon to be bruised bottom, she locked eyes with the young noble. Her gaze must have exuded such hatred, as the youth paled and dashed away towards the other end of the square.
*Aw, he's cute when he's scared.* She thought, as she headed off to finish the shopping. Eventually, she made for the tavern, arms loaded down with groceries. As she entered, a young girl, likely the same age as the young Cathwick exited, head down, eyes full of tears. Inside, Gyl stood off to one corner with a very familiar look of fear, empathy, and interest. Urka was behind the counter looking smug, and someone Tebli didn't know was seated at a table, the half-orc's trusty hairbrush in hand.
"Hey, what'd I miss?" She asked bemusedly.
[[Continue.|9-play]]As the last of the evening's patrons trickled out for the night, and the guests made their ways up to their rooms, Urka, Tebli, and Gyl were alone in the silent common room.
"I think you've both earned a reward for your hard work today." Urka said in her "I'm mom now" voice.
"I like rewards!" The gnome responded, smiling with her whole face.
The half-orc offered her hands to her two companions and they headed upstairs together. Clothing flew like festival pamphlets in their room, the more diminutive humanoids managing to undress faster and collapsing onto the bed into a knot of arms, legs, and lips. Urka was slower to undress, enjoying watching her two companions play. Tebli ended up on top of Gyl, her thick thighs stradling his face. She hunched over, taking the rapidly hardening cock into her mouth as he pulled apart her cheeks and lapped at her puckered rosebud. She moaned, the tongue pushing further inside with each moment. Urka considered just letting them finish, but as she felt the wetness between her thighs growing, decided to join in as well.
"Make room my dears, I'm coming in." She finished stripping and climbed onto the bed, stradling the halfling's face and lifting the gnome's back end up to her awaiting mouth. The gnome shivered as Urka pushed her thick tongue inside. Gyl may have had them all beaten as far as genital size went, but Urka's tongue was the superior of the three. Even still, Gyl was doing remarkably well with her, and she squirmed at his probing tongue and fingers.
Tebli would have gasped, had her mouth not been full of the halfling's girthy member. She was being lifted into a half handstand, and a new tongue began working her over. Delving deeper than the last one had, stretching her wider. A large, strong finger found her clit and began rubbing. In a moment of merriment, she decided that Gyl should feel something like this too. She lubed a slender finger with saliva and slid it between the halfling's cheeks, then up inside of him. She felt him pulse inside of her mouth and had she been able to, she'd have smiled evilly.
Gyl moaned as Tebli's finger plunged inside of him. Anal play was always something he'd wondered about, but had been too shy to ask for. He struggled for a moment to keep up his tongue's work going on Urka, as the gnome found a button inside of him and pressed it, over and over. The thighs above him were starting to shake now.
Urka's orgasm snuck up on her, busy as she was with Tebli, and before she knew it, she was struggling to remain upright, the whole tower of bodies threatening collapse, which would be very unfortunate for Gyl. The halfling bucked, his pelvis spasming, as Tebli's thighs clamped onto the sides of Urka's head, a stifled sound halfway between a scream and a moan emitting from her.
The trio slumped together on the bed, all dancing in that lovely post-release haze before eventually curling up together and falling asleep.
[[Continue.|10]]Inside the shed, Tebli's expression was cool, collected, while Gyl continued with his overly empathetic fretting. "Why would you do something like this?" He asked. "You knew how mama would react!"
To that, the gnome only smiled, seating herself on the solitary work table which, along with its accompanying stool, were the only pieces of furniture taking up space on the compacted dirt floor.
Soon after, Urka entered, a covered basket of unknown objects in hand. Tebli's face was now a mask of contrition, eyes boggling in imagination of what instruments of torment soon awaited her. The half-orc turned to face Gyl. "You sister is going to receive a very severe punishment now, but I want you to decide what it will be." The halfling grimaced as both sets of eyes fixed on him, one placid, the other pleading. "In this basket, I have my hairbrush, the nursery cane, a peeled ginger root, a jar of scorchroot oil, a buttplug, talcum powder, and a diaper." She unveiled the collection of objects and the pair of small humanoids could only stare for a moment. "I want you to choose for your sister, a lighter hairbrushing with the scorchroot lubed plug and diaper for the rest of the night, or a severe caning with the ginger root in place." They both stared at him again and he could feel the color rising in his cheeks.
With the silence starting to drag on and the expectant looks from both his companions getting more pointed by the second, Gyl took a deep breath and blurted out:
[["The cane!"|9-punish-cane]]
[["The hairbrush!"|9-punish-hairbrush]]Tebli gave him one last desperate look before she was quickly bent over the work table with her trousers around her ankles. "Mama, please!" She whined.
"Uh uh, little one. You knew the consequences. You knew what would happen. You're getting no sympathy from me." The half orc intoned, slowly pushing the carved ginger into Tebli's upturned behind. She straightened, retrieved the cane, and tapped it against the backs of the gnome's thighs.
Gyl knew enough about this particular type of punishment to know its effectiveness. The ginger would seep its oils out slowly, creating a building burning sensation that increased in unpleasantness as time went on. The application of the cane during the procedure was where things got truly devilish. With each stroke, Tebli would be inclined to clench her bottom cheeks together to lessen the sting, but this would just squeeze more of the ginger oils out, heightening the burn with each clench. Gyl felt lucky that he never misbehaved enough to warrant this kind of treatment.
The cane suddenly flew back and fourth to snap across the gnome's rump, leaving an angry red line where it had impacted.
(color: red)[WHOP!]
(color: red)[WHOP!]
(color: red)[WHOP!]
Three new lines blossomed into existence, so close to the first and evenly spaced that they looked like the rows of a freshly plowed field. The ridges that started to show up just reinforced the resemblance.
(color: red)[WHOP!]
(color: red)[WHOP!]
(color: red)[WHOP!]
With each prior stroke, the unconcious twitching of her buttocks, the urge to clench had been arrested quickly, but that was failing now and she sucked air in through her teeth. Urka was wielding the cane like a professional, the lines looking like lute strings now.
"Mama, I can't! Ahh!" The gnome cried.
"Shh, dear, just a little more."
(color: red)[WHOP!]
(color: red)[WHOP!]
(color: red)[WHOP!]
Tebli's bottom was now a mass of parallel welts that spanned from the top, just where the soft flesh started to just below the curve where her thighs joined her hips. The next strokes were aimed for the tops of her thighs.
(color: red)[WHOP!]
(color: red)[WHOP!]
(color: red)[WHOP!]
After the first of this set, the gnome had started crying in earnest. A wail more miserable than anything Gyl had heard from her in a long time. He shrunk away into the corner of the room. One part of him fascinated with the experience, and the other just wanting it to be over. Urka set the cane down and ran a finger up the perfectly spaced ridges.
"Mama, please! Take the ginger out!"
"Not yet little one. What did you learn today?"
"Not to steal from people!"
"And are you going to do it again?"
"No! Never, ever, ever!"
"Do I have your word on that?"
"Yes!"
"Because if it happens again, this will be a fond memory compared to what you'll get then. Are we understood?"
"Yes mama! Please, it burns so much!"
The half-orc reached between the thoroughly punished cheeks and slid out the ginger, tossing it aside and collecting the whimpering, shaking gnome into her arms. She gave her a tender kiss and wiped the tears away from her eyes. Tebli nuzzled into Urka, in that moment, truly a child in the half-orc's arms. "I'm sorry mommy... So sorry..."
"It's alright my dear. You're forgiven. Mama loves you. So very much. She only treats you this way to keep you safe. No amount of rogueish guile can save you from an angry mob, okay?"
"Yes mama..."
"Good. Now, who wants a honey treat before bedtime?"
To that, both Gyl and Tebli perked up.
[[Continue.|10]]{(set: $TebliDiapered to true)
Tebli gave him one last desperate look before she was quickly pushed back on the work table, her trousers stripped away and legs lifted up in the air.}
Gyl watched as the gnome blushed in spite of herself, the position leaving nothing to the imagination. Not even the shining wetness that was accumulating around the insides of her thighs and vulva. Ankles held fast in the air, Urka positioned the hairbrush against the soft flesh of the gnome's bottom.
(color: red)[WHAP!]
(color: red)[WHAP!]
(color: red)[WHAP!]
(color: red)[WHAP!]
The half-orc started quickly, filling the shed with the sounds of hand delivered retribution. Tebli's thick buttocks bounced under the onslaught as the brush sought to color her rust-hued skin an even deeper red.
"Owie! Ahah! Mommyyy!" Tebli whined.
"Mm-mm. You hush little one. I know this is nothing to you."
(color: red)[WHAP!]
(color: red)[WHAP!]
(color: red)[WHAP!]
(color: red)[WHAP!]
The mesmerizing tattoo continued until the redness was all encompassing and tears had begun streaming out the corners of Tebli's eyes to run down the sides of her face. Urka put the hairbush down and inspected her handiwork, rubbing the sore flesh and pulling apart the cheeks, further cementing the humiliation of the punishment.
"Gyl, get the plug ready for me would you?"
The halfling jolted into action, not wanting to draw any ire from Tebli onto himself. He grabbed the shellacked wooden plug and opened the jar of thick, acrid oil. He dipped the plug, turning it in the air to capture the dripping strings of lubricant. Finally, he handed it to Urka, the already glossy surface now globbed in the reddish, spicy cooking ingredient.
"Relax." She said to the gnome who squirmed.
"No mama, can't we skip that part?"
"No, we cannot. You broke a big rule young lady, this is what you get."
Tebli covered her face and relaxed, the previously tensed muscles slackening, and the half-orc took the opportunity, firmly pushing the plug into place. Tebli's eyes bulged, her fingernails digging into the soft wood of the work table.
"Owowowowowowwwww!" She cried, squirming and bucking on the surface even as she was still held by the ankles.
"Out! Out! Please! It burns! Ahahahahhhh!"
Gyl knew how scorchroot was from the food he'd eaten with it. Unlike your usual pepper, scorchroot's initial burn was the most intense before the heat relaxed back into a tingling, smokey, slightly numbing sensation. To Tebli, it would be 15 minutes of abject hell followed by a strange, relaxing, ticklish numbness. If Urka had been feeling particularly mean, all she'd need to do is deny the gnome a plug. That would make the diaper less of a tool for humiliation, and more of a necessity.
"Let's get this on now." Urka said, retrieving the diaper and placing it under the gnome's hips. She dusted her groin with talcum powder and fastened the strange garment on with the adhesive strips. The diaper was a relatively new elvish invention. Magically imbued layers of specific fabrics created an absorbent, and then waterproof barrier that apparently saw use in training children to use privvies as adults did. Urka had bought a big supply of the things a few months before when an elvish merchant caravan had visited Brightflow, choosing the Green Fiddle as their home for the week.
Urka stood Tebli up, pulling her trousers back up over the bulky, bulging undergarment. The gnome looked mortified, her face a mask of barely contained anguish. The half-orc knelt so that she and her change were face to face.
"Tell me little one, why are you diapered right now?"
"Because I stole..." The gnome replied in a tiny voice, eyes cast down.
The half-orc placed her hands on either side of the girl's face, gently tilting her head until their eyes met. "And we're not going to be doing that again, are we?"
"No mommy..."
"And you know that mama only does this to keep you safe?"
"Yes..."
"Good. Come here." Urka took Tebli into her arms, lifting her up and cradling her. The gnome fell into her role and nuzzled into the half-orc's breasts. "Okay little ones, who wants a honey treat before bed?"
"I do!" The two small humanoids said in unison.
[[Continue.|10]]Late that night, Urka once again found her eyes open as she listened to the sounds in the room next door. Eldrethor was up this night as well and she suspected he would leave the tavern again. Her suspicion from the last occasion had far outweighed her better judgement this time though, as she'd set out a pack and armor, as well as the enchanted, flanged mace which she'd named Glimmerstar.
The itch of the adventure was one that was hard to ignore, she'd found, although the remote choice of town was good at arresting it somewhat. This, however, was literally on her doorstep, impossible to overlook.
She freed herself of her two companions, wincing slightly at their sudden restlessness. Still listening, she heard the footsteps once again descending the stairs and she hurried to get suited up. Once she'd made out the sound of the common room door unlatching, she crept down after the half-elf, following him out the front of the tavern and onto the east road out of the town square.
The night was chill and moonless as she tailed Eldrethor. The mists seemed thicker this evening, swirling around in her wake as she walked. Suddenly, she found that she could not see her target anymore. She whirled around, noting the disturbed wheat stalks to her left and the recently dislodged scree from the hillside behind them. Above the trees in that direction, loomed the ancient, decrepit tower ruin, and her heart sank. She placed a hand on Glimmerstar's head and followed the trail up the hill and through the trees.
The hole, it seemed, had been widened from its original size, the shovel that was used leaned against one of the vine-sheathed walls of the structure. A thick piton had been driven into a crack in a nearby boulder, a periodically knotted rope tied to it, leading down into the hole. Urka stooped over the opening and saw that far below was a circle of lantern light where the rope's tail laid in a loose coil on the flagstones. She tested the piton and it seemed to be capable of taking her weight. She descended then, into the darkness, a musty grave smell filling her nose.
At the bottom of the rope, she said a prayer to Edric, the lord of holy fires, and held out her hand. White, unwavering light blossomed there, illuminating the humongous chamber she stood in the center of. The ceiling was a high flying dome, the rope leading up to the highest point where the hole was. All around her were stone caskets, the lids shut tight. This was a barrow, she realized, the terrible feeling in her gut growing stronger. There was no doubt in the half-orc's mind however, that this is where Eldrethor had gone, and she intended to find him.
[[Continue|11]]It had been a long time since Urka had set foot underground. The last dungeon she'd delved into had been with the full party and that was over three years ago now. She'd *never* done this solo before. The jitters were starting now, the shadows moving in that way that they do when one is imagining things. Somewhere behind her was a crash, like stonework falling. *Like the lid of a casket opening.*
She squinted into the darkness beyond the edhe of her light. It seemed that there were two candlefires hanging there in the air. Then two more. Then a half dozen pairs. A breathless moan came from the darkness, like the sound of grave dirt falling from an exhumed corpse. Something shambled into the circle of light. The skin was desicated and ragged, hanging loosely from an exposed skeleton; the clothing, too rotted to be recogniziable as anything other than shredded rags. The eyes were deep pits, two lights like candles flames instead of pupils.
The barrow-wight groaned, reaching for Urka. She grunted, sidestepping the walking corpse and bringing Glimmerstar down onto the back of the head, shattering the empty skull and flattening the body to the ground in a haze of disturbed dust. She said another prayer to Edric, aiming the flat of her palm at the crowd of wights. A roar of holy fire erupted from her hand, incinerating the undead down to ash.
*So he's a necromancer then.* Urka thought as she hurried deeper into the barrow. *I should have never let him sleep with me.*
A few more encounters with the undead, these ones with weapons. The half-orc parried rusted swords and spears and lashed out with the mace, crushing the dusty bones of her attackers into splinters, flinging the shattered bodies away from her in arcs. She roared and threw Glimmerstar into a group of wights, taking one in the face and another in the chest, the crunch of rotted bones echoing through the desolate halls. She reached for the mace and called to it, the weapon flying back through the group, wreaking mayhem before rejoining her hand.
At one point she was ambushed, three separate pockmarked swords skittering across her coat of plates. One spear managed to push past her guard, sinking deep into the muscle of her calf. She screamed, punching the undead who had stabbed her hard enough to collapse the thing's brainpan. She parried more sword thrusts, then swung Glimmerstar in an arc which shattered two ribcages and one pelvis. She pulled the spear out, hot blood rushing out of the open wound and pressed a hand against it, muttering another prayer, the pain quickly dying as the flesh knitted itself back together in a gout of liquid light.
Urka fought on, following the path of greatest resistance through the mazelike crypt, descending into a substructure of even tighter corridors which snaked across one another like a tangled web.
Eventually, at the end of an otherwise unremarkable corridor, an eldritch glow spilled up from the floor, illuminating the ceiling with coruscating, aquamarine light. It was a spiral staircase which led down into some large chamber below where she could hear shouted incantations. *Found you.* She thought, plunging down the steps into the otherworldly glare.
[[Continue.|12]]This chamber was likely the taproot of this labyrinth of barrows, the lowest point and as she entered, she felt the hair-raising tingle of powerful sorcery therein.
Eldrethor was at one end of the space, hovering in the air, lines of gleaming power whipping outward from his outstretched hands to a lone casket on a dais.
"Eldrethor, what's going on?" Urka shouted against the roar of sorcerous energy.
The voice she heard was Eldrethor's but it was in her mind. *This is the barrow of a powerful mage my order sealed here long ago. The magic around this place was old, but failed due to the structure being penetrated from outside. I am attempting to reinstate the sealing, but I am under duress. The mage is awake and he fights me.*
"There are dead crawling all over the upper floors!"
*Then his power is already burgeoning. You must protect me while I finish the ritual, else this land and the town of Brightflow will be covered in a deathly curse. Please Urka, defend me!*
Urka took up a defensive stance at the half-elf's feet, gripping Glimmerstar in two, white-knuckled hands. There was a concussion from the casket on the dais and waves of malevolent power slammed into the half-orc as pieces of the coffin sailed across the room. Wights began to pour out of the hole in the ceiling where the staircase led, flowing like water down into the chamber. Another concussion, this one tasting of rot and corpse dust. She steadied herself against the buffeting as the dead drew closer. With mace and holy fire, she fought the horde, but there were *so* many. Another concussion, her eardrums ached, and a club took her in the side, knocking the wind out of her.
She dropped to the floor, desperately knocking away a half dozen separate strikes, kicking one undead away in a sailing arc. The tip of a sword found her forearm, plunging between the bones into the flagstones below, pinning her mace hand in place. She cried out, sending another gout of holy fire out into the wights. Many fell, but there were still more coming. The horde was bearing down on her now, a sword point descended, destined for her neck.
Suddenly, the sword faltered and skidded away. She looked up to see the point of a crossbow quarrel sticking out from the wight's forehead and the creature crumbled. As she freed her arm, a huge black bear barrelled into the horde and she caught its familiar eyes. *Gyl's eyes* A gloved hand was before her, and she took it, pulling herself into a kneel and coming face to face with Tebli, garbed in blackened leather and chain. "Don't split the party!" She said and lunged back into the fray, shredding one undead with a pair of hooked daggers and felling a half dozen more under a hail of throwing knives.
Urka pulled herself up, healed the wound on her arm and tore into the wights around her. She caught a sword chop meant for Tebli's back with the haft of her mace, and roaring, crushed the undead's skull in a fist.
*It's working, just a little longer!* She heard in her mind once again. There was a crack, and all of the sorcery in the room died, plunging the space into darkness and eerie silence. Urka called upon Edric for light once again to see all of the wights falling into ash around her. Eldrethor had descended and was dusting himself off.
She rounded on the half-elf, siezing the startled mage by the collar of his robe, and kissing him. "Oooooh!" Cackled Tebli and Gyl in unison.
"I'm gonna let you off easy this time. Next time though-" She reached around to the half-elf's small, but pert backside and squeezed. "Next time you won't be so fortunate."
Another chorus of "ooohs" came from the peanut gallery.
[[Continue.|13]]Later that night, they were seated in the common room of the Green Fiddle as Urka fussed over the minor injuries various members of the party had taken.
"His name was Kalrethren. A disavowed archmage who was executed for practicing necromancy and deathly magics." Eldrethor sipped at a glass of Meankar White, clicking his tongue at the sour tang of the wine. "His spirit, it seemed, lingered, gathering malice to himself for one day when the barrow's seal broke and he could unleash his rage across the land."
"We've killed a lich before!" Tebli exclaimed, the ale foam mustache looking ridiculous next to her rogue's outfit. (if: $TebliDiapered)[Urka's eyes alighted on the gnome's pants, pleased to see that the cushy bulk of the diaper was still present. Eldrethor hadn't seemed to have noticed.]
"What we just defeated today was no ordinary lich, my diminutive friend. Kalrethren would have been an archlich of dreadful, near-demigod powers had he been allowed to awaken." The half-elf said, raising his glass for emphasis. "Tens of thousands would have died before my order could amass enough resistance to seal him away again."
"That order you speak of, what's it called?" Gyl asked from his perch on the counter where Urka was tending his bruised hip.
"We are called the Order of a Thousand Eyes. We keep ancient evils sealed away so they cannot cause trouble for the gentle folk of this world." The way the mage spoke was very similar to the way that Urka spoke when she was in mom mode. Gyl wondering if that was on purpose or not.
"Sounds spooky!" Tebli said.
"Yes, well most of our members are more on the side of doddering and scholarly rather than spooky. We field agents try, but look at me." Eldrethor gestured to himself.
"Yeah, you're right." The gnome replied with a toothy smile.
"Anyway, that brings me to my proposition." The other three looked at the half-elf expectantly. "I would feel safer in my duties were I to have a security detail. A few able-bodied guardspeople like yourselves to protect me in cases like this night."
"What's the pay like?" Tebli responded between sips from her tankard.
"Well, the order would provide a stipend of course, and you'd also get exclusive scavenging rights to any place we have to infiltrate."
Urka found herself thinking hard about it. She looked from Eldrethor, to Tebli, to Gyl, to the tavern itself. They were all gazing expectantly at her, even the tavern in a way. "Eldrethor, I think we have an answer for you."
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