The Trials of Tika

The Inn of the Last Home

"Tika, get yer ass in here," Tika heard Otik yell from the inn's kitchen. She bit her lip and brushed a strand of curly red hair out of her face as she tried to control the emotions playing over her freckled face.

"I'm coming," she called out in a quavering voice as she set the bar rag down on the polished wood counter and walked out from behind the bar. She smoothed down her apron with shaking hands, heart thudding in her chest as she approached the kitchen.

He's drunk, she thought to herself as she walked towards the swinging kitchen doors. He's drunk and he's going to do something awful to me. Again.

It had started shortly after she had arrived at the Inn of the Last Home. Alone, without a copper to her name, and with only her swelling breasts and shapely, toned body to earn her keep.

The fact was that the Inn of the Last Home was also the only brothel in the town of Solace, indeed, the only brothel for dozens of miles until you reached the larger towns to the north or east. If you could even call the leather tents strung up along the roads outside of the plains towns brothels.

As the only brothel serving the area, the Inn did a tidy business providing warm bodies for the farmers and hunters that earned their living around Solace. While small, only a couple girls worked there before Tika arrived, it could charge high prices for the company of its girls. Each of the girls was quite skilled in the elven arts, as they called them, and the food and drink of the Inn were superb by themselves.

Most travelers wouldn't even think that one could pay the jovial old innkeeper a handful of steel to take one of the pretty barmaids up to their room and fuck them senseless. Most travelers would eat the fairly priced food and drink and consider themselves blessed by the gods for the fortune of having such a good inn in such a lonely town.

Not that there were many travelers these days. War loomed on the horizon and trade had grown scarce. The dwarves of Thorbardin purchased little these days and sold even less. Rumors said that they hoarded their food and precious weapons behind the great stone gates of their mountain fortress, Traders from the north came seldomly to this area of Ansalon. There were no large cities eager to buy weapons, no wealthy merchants looking for ways to ensure their safety. Only small towns, pleasant, but undistinguished, their only export a small but steady stream of adventurers seeking glory in the world beyond.

"Yes, Otik?" Tika said quietly as she pushed through the kitchen doors and stood nervously at the entrance to the kitchen. Otik stood leaning against the massive kitchen table where hundreds of potatoes a day were slaughtered and spiced before being fried in the huge iron skillets that hung from hooks in the ceiling.

"Your tithe's two weeks due, girl," Otik said, only a slight slur to his words. "I'm a fair man, I treat you like a daughter, but tithe's tithe."

"I'm sorry, Otik, I'm really sorry," Tika said pleadingly as she took a step towards him, hands wringing her apron. "But all my regulars have stopped coming since Caramon got back in town. And he…he doesn't know what I do and wouldn't pay me even if he did."

"Well, if you want to quit the business, that's fine with me," Otik said as he turned to the table and rubbed his chin. "You'll still owe me your tithe, but I won't be a cruel man and charge you interest."

"But…where will I live?" Tika said. "You know how hard it is to get a new house built, every new house has to be built in an approved site-"

"Not my problem," Otik said. "And there are plenty of people who'd like to move into that nice treehouse you have instead of living on the ground."

"But-"

"No buts. Now, do you have the money or not?"

"No," Tika said softly, feeling the tears swelling in her eyes. Oh gods, I don't want to do this. "I- I can pay you in other ways."

"Mmm, that's what I like to hear," Otik said with a greasy leer. "Cooperation makes the world go 'round, girl." He motioned her over and Tika approached with a sinking heart. "Now, on yer knees, I've got something for you."

Tika swallowed and fought the trembling in her legs as she knelt before Otik by the kitchen table. She felt the wooden floor pressing against her knees as she looked up at Otik's grinning face. He wasn't looking at her face, his eyes were locked on the swell of cleavage revealed by her low-cut peasant blouse. She took a deep, shuddering breath and heard him grunt in satisfaction as her breasts rose.

"You turned out nice, girl," he said as he bent over and took her right breast in his hand. "You were a skinny thing when you first showed up, thought I'd have to dress you like a boy and hope someone would take a fancy to you that way."

Tika whimpered and closed her eyes as Otik's hand slowly squeezed her breast, rubbing it, weighing it, and then clutching at it with a strength still surprising for a man his age. As he did, she remembered her first week at the inn, clumsily waiting tables until a furious drunk dragged her up to his room and threw her facedown on the bed.

"You remembering that drunk?" Otik said and Tika opened her eyes with a start. His eyes were full of lust and he licked his lips slowly as he saw her expression. "Aye, he was a rough one, wasn't he? You hadn't gotten it up the arse until that night. I could hear you squealing clear down the hall, even with Dezra slobbering over my cock." He smiled and squeezed her breast painfully. "It wasn't her sweet mouth that got me off that night, it was imagining what he was doing to you to make you scream."

"You're a horrible man," Tika whispered and winced as Otik squeezed her breast one last time and let go. She closed her eyes as he roughly pulled down her blouse, exposing her firm, round bosom. Her breasts rose with each breath she took, her nipples hard and straight in the cooling kitchen air.

"Hmmph, maybe," Otik said as he undid his breeches. "But you can walk out that door anytime. I told you what you were getting into when you showed up on my doorstep, even offered to send you over to old Flint, he would have taught you a trade and given you a room."

Tika's eyes shot open as she felt Otik's stiff cock rubbing against her cheek. The swollen, thick member pressed against her skin hotly as he moved it up and down her smooth skin, first one cheek, then the other.

"You didn't like dwarves though, that's what you said," Otik said as he rubbed his cockhead against her soft, closed lips. "You said you'd rather fuck for a living than work for a dwarf."

"No, I didn't mean-" Tika began, only to be gagged by the cock shoved into her mouth. She gurgled for a moment as she struggled to take the cock into her mouth, her hands clutching at Otik's hips. "Mmmph," she moaned around his cock, her mouth stretching wide to accommodate him.

"I knew what you meant, girl," Otik said as he rested both of his hands on her head, stroking her curly red hair. "We get people like you in Solace sometimes, they think they're better than everyone else because they're human and not a dwarf or kender or elf."

Tika groaned around his cock, eyes open wide as she looked up at him, begging with her eyes as he relentlessly pushed his cock deeper into her mouth. "That's not how it works around here, girl," Otik grunted, breathing harder as he pulled his cock back until only its head remained between Tika's pink lips. "We treat people how they deserve to be treated," he rasped and buried his hands in Tika's hair.

Tika gagged as Otik shoved his cock into her throat with one long, hard thrust. She winced, her eyes closed as she struggled to swallow him. Her hands beat against his hips futilely as he pushed deeper into her, her tongue washing over the bottom of his cock as she struggled.

"Swallow it, girl," Otik said in a harsh voice. "Swallow it all."

Tika's nose flared as she fought for breath, tears leaking from her eyes as she felt Otik's cock sliding down her throat. She swallowed convulsively as his hands dragged her head down his cock. She squeezed his hips, rising on her knees and angling her head so that his cock could penetrate her throat fully.

"You're still the best cocksucker I ever knew," Otik groaned as he threw his head back and pulled his cock back, letting Tika take several desperate, sobbing breaths.

"Otik, please, stop-" Tika mumbled around his cock as he rubbed the head against her tongue. "Pleemmghph-"

Otik grunted with each thrust of his cock into the now sobbing barmaid's throat. She clutched at him, moaning and gagging as he thrust himself into her, her eyes pleading with him. He leered down at her, both hands tight on her head as he fucked her mouth, gasping at the feel of her lips around his shaft, her tongue laving over his cock.

Tika felt the tears rolling down her cheeks as Otik raped her mouth, forcing her to take him deep into her throat, then pulling back to thrust back down. With a shuddering gasp, he pulled out of her mouth and forced her hands onto his long shaft. Blinking away tears, Tika sobbed as she ran her hands up and down his shaft, stroking him faster as he pulled her head back and looked down into her eyes.

With a grunt, Otik took hold of his cock and pointed it at Tika's tear-stained face. A cloud of incredible lust rushed through him as his cock exploded, sending a jet of come splashing onto the barmaid's freckled cheeks. She winced and closed her eyes, turning her head away and whimpering as his seed splashed onto her face, dripping down her cheeks to fall onto her heaving breasts.

"Gods, that was good," Otik wheezed as the last few drops of come dripped onto Tika's hair as she fell to her hands and knees and cried. She wiped at the come covering her face with her apron, scrubbing the come sticking to her fingers against her dress. "So good I'll consider that your tithe for last month and this month. Now," he said as he reached down and turned her face towards him. "What do you say?"

"T-thank you, Otik," Tika whimpered, still blinking tears from her eyes. She looked at his softening cock, covered with come, and leaned forward haltingly. Eyes closed she stuck out her tongue, hesitantly licking at the tip of his cock and groaning at the taste of his come.

"Good girl, that's the sign of a good barmaid," Otik said as Tika slowly lapped at his cock, reluctantly swallowing his seed. "She always cleans up."