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It's been years since you started as an eager and underequipped adventurer, off to make your mark in the world. You and your unlikely allies had made great strides recently, clearing deep dungeons and slaying great monsters. Collectively, you all agreed it was time for the next step, a journey to the northern continent. The Demon King and his legions were mobilizing for war, and every veteran available would be needed to stand against him.
Your friends were all making their preparations, taking what could be the last opportunity to train and study. Truth be told, you didn't feel any real need for the break. You felt ready to go a week ago, to set out and truly prove yourself as a hero. For the moment, though, you were willing to concede to their needs. And it's not like you had to be idle yourself. The one thing you still found lacking was the weight of your coin purse; a little more gold could go a long way on the road ahead.
That's how you found yourself taking such a rookie assignment. Clear out a goblin warren and slay the chieftain? Easy beyond words. Go in, bash some heads, blow off some steam, earn some cash. You hadn't been afraid of goblins as a greenhorn, and you certainly weren't now. Confidence was your armor as you left the city in the early morning, taking the winding village roads out to the edge of civilization and the wild woods beyond.
In hindsight, it would be more accurate to say you were blinded by pride. One small lapse of perception and you were tumbling into a pit trap, loose dirt raining down on your head as you slumped to the bottom. Now you were stuck, ego bruised more than your body as you looked back up at the forest canopy, bathed in afternoon sun. This was exactly the kind of mistake your party would be making fun of you for weeks for.
Shuffling noises from above interrupted your frustration and replaced it with bursting urgency. You'd truly be in trouble if a monster found you in such a disadvantageous position. Your boots dug into loose dirt as you jumped up to clamber out of the hole, fingers grasping just at the edge, before a figure blotted out the light as it looked down at you.
Red eyes, black sclera, matted black hair. A goblin, scraggly green face lighting up with twisted joy as it saw exactly who it had caught. It cried out with a rasping shriek and brought its weapon to bear; a spear, slamming into your chest butt-first and sending you sprawling into the pit a second time. Now fear was driving your heart, pounding in your ears as you scrambled to your feet to prepare a renewed offense. The creature was smart enough to duck out of view, though, as more growling voices joined it just beyond your sight.
This was getting truly desperate, now. Your options were dwindling quickly; all your power wouldn't matter if you couldn't bring it to bear on your assailants. You would be helpless while trying to climb, and the more time that passed the greater the advantage the monsters would have over you. For a few moments you simply stood there, on guard, trying to formulate a plan, but your green-skinned adversaries already had one.
A loose bag flew over the edge, smacking against the dirt wall and releasing a black cloud above your head. You tried to cover your mouth, but it was already too late; the bite of pepper was digging into your eyes, your sinuses, causing you to cough involuntarily and take an instinctive breath of spice. Your lungs burned, eyes watered, throat constricted as you began hacking and spluttering between agonizing gulps of air. You couldn't even stand under your own power, slumping against the side of the pit as you writhed in burning agony. You were so overwhelmed that the goblins were already on top of you before you processed they had jumped down, faces covered with linen rags.
Panic and pain had you lashing out blindly, clumsily, the lithe monsters easily escaping your grasp and twisting around you. Your arm was caught in a loop of rope, then your knees kicked out from behind; as your face bit into the earth for a third time your other arm was caught and bound, leaving you to struggle futilely as more feet landed around you. Clawed hands grasped at your weapons and gear, thrown up to laughing onlookers who were still congregating around the commotion. You were still struggling to catch your breath, coughing raggedly into the dirt, when ropes were dropped down and roughly tied around your waist. Still you squirmed, kicking at the air as you were dragged up and over, met by the leering faces of nearly a dozen goblins.
A solid stomp to your gut drove the energy from your body, leaving you retching and momentarily ending your struggles. They seized the opportunity to bind your legs, leaving you hobbled and barely able to resist. The hunters were climbing up behind you, now, and a few petty squabbles over your gear were ended by a sharp bark of command from the helmeted one who had kicked you moments ago. Then you were roughly dragged to your feet, pushed into a stumbling walk to follow as the throng began moving through the underbrush.
Fear dug its talons deep into your mind as you clumsily made your way along, surrounded by the din of your captors. The bruises you had accumulated already were nothing compared to what these creatures had in store for you, certainly, but bound as you were there was no hope to fight or flee. All you could do was shuffle forward and silently pray. As you walked, the afternoon shadows deepened to evening gloom, and the wild growth became ever denser, choked with old logs and matted brush. It was a surprise when you were led into the mouth of a cave, hidden well enough you could have wandered past it without a second thought were you alone. Warm forest gave way to cold stone, cramped enough your awkward gait became truly ungainly as you bent over to fit inside. Just as the natural light was dying out behind you, the warm glow of a fire illuminated the pass ahead. You came out into a small chamber, lit by torch and wide enough for the assembly to fan out, leering back at you. Unceremoniously you were shoved to your knees, brought face to face with the crowd.
Sharp-edged knives glinted in the flickering light, and for a moment you thought you would be slaughtered right then and there. A worse fate was waiting for you, though, as your captors crudely cut at buckles and fabric to strip away armor and clothes. As your garments were shredded and discarded, more and more of your body was exposed to prying claws and prying eyes. Your arms and shoulders, your bare feet, your belly with its ugly dark bruising, all tingling from rough touch and cold air. The bindings on your legs were cut free, but that just let them tear your pants away and leave your thighs vulnerable as well. Your undergarments were discarded with the same tactless destruction, causing you to gasp involuntarily as your breasts were laid bare. The crowd became even more raucous, cacking and crowding to ogle you with open lust. Again, a harsh command drove them back, and now something was slipping around your throat - a leather collar, rope lead knotted on, rough against your skin.
You couldn't do anything but stare at the stone ground, overwhelmed by shame and dread. You did your best to block out the sight of twitching eagerness beneath loincloths, drooling mouths gaping at your nakedness, eyes glinting with hunger. Your fate was unquestionable, now, as the armored leader pulled on your leash and dragged you to your feet. You wanted nothing more than to cover yourself, to cower away from the filthy gazes surrounding you, but your crude restraints left you without a shred of modesty. Your chest, your rear, your groin, all exposed for the beasts to see. Further into the cave you were dragged, rough stone digging into your soles, surrounded by the rowdy cacophony of barely restrained goblins laughing at you in horrid cackling voices. This time the path wound for a few minutes, light again giving way to cloying darkness, leading you to stumble and scrape yourself several times on uncertain footing.
Soon, though, the auburn evening light bled back into the world, and you were led out into a wide, shallow cavern, lit by a hole in the ceiling. There were many small camps and lean-tos scattered throughout, with several more cave openings visible along the far walls. In the center, on top of a great, mossy slab, was a throne built of animal bones and hide. There the goblin chieftain lounged, unmistakable thanks to his elaborate headdress; a horned skull fringed with large black feathers. While the space was mostly empty, the procession quickly spilled out to fill it, and others filtered in from the other entries, drawn in by the din. The captain yanked sharply on your collar, urging you forward and into a sandy pit at the base of the great pedestal. When you were shoved down to your knees this time, the grit stung at the fresh cuts on your shins. Still mortified, you couldn't force yourself to meet the gaze of the goblin leader above.
You didn't need to see his face to know he was grinning down at you, fangs bared in mirth. In his own guttural tongue he called out to his rabble, harsh and rasping words that you found no meaning in. Whatever he was saying had the goblins laughing and cheering, all buzzing with excitement at your expense. Then he held up an open hand, silently ordering an end to the racket. It was a great shock to you when he leered down and spoke in your own language, words rough but parsable.
"Human come, to hurt, kill clan!" At his words, some of the crowd jeered and hissed, a brief clamor that quickly died down as he continued to speak. "Clan Burix punish human! Chief Krakt judge!" Again, ripples of excitement peaked and faded, echoing in the cave. You yourself couldn't help but flinch at his words, dreading the order you already knew he would give. "Chief smart! Chief wise! Judge... mercy! To human!" That only brought confused murmurs, the goblins unsure, but their ruler pressed on, the sadistic glee in his voice clear to you despite the broken speech. "Human give, to clan! Give child!"
There was no doubt it would happen, but icy fear still clawed at your gut as the throng erupted into cheers, leaping and jeering at the edge of the pit. Once more, your armored captor pulled on your lead, collar digging into your neck as you were dragged, stumbling, to your feet. One part of this horrifying situation defied your expectations, though; the chieftain had turned to sit down on his throne again, clearly uninterested in using his authority to claim you. You still felt his gaze as you were dragged away, into the crowd and towards one of the deeper tunnels. It was clear your suffering would be entertainment enough for him, for now.
Now that they had authority's blessings, the goblins gave you no space as you walked, crowding around and underfoot. Several times you stumbled, knocked around by the eager creatures, but the captain showed no mercy, sharp tugs keeping you stumbling forward. A clawed hand groped your ass, claws pinching into the soft flesh; you whined at the touch, trying to twist away, but there was nowhere to go but into another filthy hand. They were pinching your thighs, as well, scraping the skin as your body yielded to the touch. Several were reaching up to grasp at your breasts, but the chaotic movements of the throng meant they were only able to brush against your tender chest before getting pushed away.
The torment abated somewhat once you passed into the mouth of the tunnel, but only because there wasn't enough space for them all to press around you. This passage was fairly straight, lit with a few scattered torches that had been freshly lit. The left-hand side had a handful of roughly spaced openings, covered by cloth drapes; it was into one of these that you were led, pulled inside the small circular room that had been carved out of the natural cave. The only furnishing, beyond the flickering firelight, was a low wooden bench, tucked to one side and placed on a worn and tattered rug. It was there that your warden sat, looping the leash as he pulled you closer in. A few goblins were able to follow behind, but most stayed outside, crowding around the curtain to see the hideous show that was about to unfold.
One last cruel wrench pulled you down to the ground, thin cloth doing little to cushion your bruised shins from the rock. From this position, you were level with your tormentor's face, nastily grinning past dingy metal as he pushed his trousers down. His member sprung free, throbbing with arousal; mottled green, with an uneven ring of warts just below the glans which was already glistening with precum. You knew what was expected of you, but disgust still had enough sway in your heart to override your fear. You simply sat there, doing your best to glare defiantly, but he simply laughed in your face and said something to his underlings behind you.
One took the initiative to grab your head, nails digging into your scalp as he pushed you down into the lust-swollen groin. A whine escaped your lips as the throbbing tip pressed into your cheek, shaft filling your vision. The captain slapped it against your face with a soft plap, chuckling to himself, before shuffling back in his seat to guide it to your lips. Your heart was pounding, the scent of musky heat clung in the air, and your mind was nearly overwhelmed with fear. Still you refused to entertain him, twisting away as best you could while sharp talons pressed from above.
Your vain struggles only seemed to amuse him, cruel smirk untouched. He raised his hand, palm open, just long enough for fear to flash in your eyes. Only then he struck, slapping you square in the face hard enough to wrench you from his lackey's grasp. The pain drove all thoughts from your mind as you reeled, tears springing to your eyes, but he wasn't waiting; a backhanded smack sent you reeling again, disoriented and face flush with throbbing heat. He let you settle for a moment, clarity returning in time for him to grab your chin and pull you back into place, his penis throbbing just beneath your nose. When he let go, he raised his hand again, but terror had finally driven you to accept your fate and you obediently opened your mouth, lips parting to receive him.
A clawed hand dug into your hair and pressed against the back of your skull, pushing him into you with sudden force. The hot flesh and salty taste filled your mouth as you gagged, choking on the length you were just beginning to prepare for. He gasped, voice pitching up slightly as you struggled to breathe, convulsions feeding into the pleasure he was soaking in. You were held there, writhing against your restraints and handlers, lungs burning with deprivation, drool dribbling from your straining lips; just as suddenly you were pulled up by your hair, the sharp pain adding to the overwhelming stimulus. You only had a second to gasp a desperate breath before being pushed down again. This time you were forced into a rhythm, bobbing up and down, streaming tears burning your eyes as his shaft pressed against your tongue. Wet squelching joined his groans, the disgusting sounds filling the small cave along with your muffled whimpers. Someone behind you took the opportunity to grope your ass, digging into your soft flesh while you choked; the only thing stopping them from acting on their own lust was the awkward posture, your rear too low to be penetrated.
Again and again, pushed and pulled, your mouth was violated, face fucked by the cruel creatures, sobbing and groaning as you simply struggled to breathe. Eventually, the captain's low gasps became more rapid and he started thrusting up against you, pushing deep into your throat. His hands grasped your head, pushing away the others and holding you tight as he twitched and cried out, finally spilling his foul seed into your body. The hot liquid flooded down your throat, pumped in streams from his throbbing balls. Without even the unsteady panting of earlier, your lungs screamed and vision began to grey at the edges. The musky, salty taste in your mouth was overpowering, enough that it was the only sensation you were aware of beyond your pain. Finally, with one last soft moan, he pulled free, leaving cum to gently drip from your lips and you to desperately recover with ragged breaths.
The goblins weren't going to give you that opportunity. Even as the seated and satiated beast shuffled to the side, you were roughly pushed forward, bent over the worn bench. You tried to turn back, but clawed hands pushed you down, breasts pressed into the hard wood. Your ass was up, now, waving in their faces; rough hands forced your legs apart and probed painfully between your hips. Instinctively you strained against the binding ropes, chafing your wrists to no avail. There was nothing for you to do, but steel your mind against the coming abuse.
There was pressure, now, mounting against your folds as the member's filthy owner lined himself up behind you. The tip bit in, and you couldn't suppress a fearful whimper as your inner warmth began parting to accept him. It hurt, but he didn't notice or care as he thrust deeper, stretching you open little by little. You weren't ready for this, stiff and dry, twitching against the spreading ache, but that didn't stop his length from forcing its way in. With a soft plap and deep moan, his hips met your body and his throbbing cock reached its limit, burning inside your resisting flesh. When he pulled back, the pain redoubled, sharp and grating, before he thrust again with enough force to rock you on your perch.
Quickly he began to move, drilling into you with increasing vigor and filling your ears with his rasping pleasure and slapping skin on skin. You did what you could to stifle your own voice, but it was impossible for you to hold back some of the pained mewling that welled up inside. You pressed your head against the boards, clenched your eyes shut, straining to escape from the attack in any tiny way, but that just made it harder to ignore the roiling pain pumped into your body. His pent-up lust quickly had him bottomed out, grinding with little microthrusts that each left a fresh spark of pain traced along your walls.
Quickly the unmistakable feeling of hot seed flooded into you, filling your womb as the goblin moaned and you wailed, voices entwined in ecstasy and misery. He stayed there, twitching inside you for a moment, before gracelessly pulling away and leaving you with an emptiness that hurt almost as much as the penetration. It was only a moment before another took his place, thrusting back into you and eliciting more strangled noises from your throat. This one had no mercy either, leaning into you and pounding away as quickly as he could. As he ravaged your aching cunt and scratched at your body for purchase, you could only wriggle against the rough wood beneath you, anything to distract you from the reality unfolding.
It wasn't enough, and you were all too aware of fresh warmth flooding into you as the goblin moaned and twitched in ecstasy behind you. When he pulled out, you could feel thick seed well up and dribble out of you, dripping onto the stone. Again rough hands seized you, but this time they were pulling, flipping you over to meet the fanged face of your next assailant. When he leaned forward, his shaft ground against your folds, sending fresh tingles through your groin as he ran his hands down your waist, gripping your soft skin. You turned away, unwilling to look at him or the others milling behind, but that just left you unprepared when he pulled back just a little more and then rammed in, the angle stretching you in new ways as the tip of his phallus trailed under your belly. This time each thrust rippled up to your breasts, bouncing them with his rhythm. The sight only excited him, and he reached up to grope one with his filthy claws, groaning in pleasure as he violated you with his cock.
When his orgasm arrived, he shuddered and clenched down on your pliable flesh, causing you to cry out in pain. He grinned sadistically, and after another moment of savoring your warmth he pulled out, pinching down again with intent this time. The twin sensations left you writhing, whimpering in pain before he finally slipped out and let go, shuffling away as more sperm spilled from you and yet another took his place.
It continued like this for agonizing ages, your sense of time ruined by the repetition and your own efforts to disassociate. At least a dozen goblins raped you in that cave, each relishing your virile body and ravaging it in turn. Cum was pooled below you, splattered down your thighs, sprayed on your belly. Where you weren't numb, you ached, scratched and clawed by them in the throes of lust. Now only one was left, a guard who seized his own turn inside of you before grabbing your forgotten lead and dragging you up off the bench. You had to twist your body to move, unable to push up, but your legs were too weak to hold your weight at such short notice and you stumbled to the ground, rough stone biting into your shoulder. The warden only laughed and yanked on your collar, half-pulling you to your unsteady feet.
You were too numb to feel embarrassed at your condition as you were led out the chamber and up the tunnel, away from the main chamber. You passed two more cubbies before the tunnel curved, revealing the amber glow of afternoon light at the far end. Closer was a wooden door, made of rough-hewn stakes and watched by another idle guard. At your approach, he undid the knotted rope keeping it closed and pushed it open, your captor dragging you forward and pushing you inside.
The room wasn't much bigger than the one you had just left, with two ragged cots on each side. The right beds were already occupied, a pair of women startled by the commotion. The closer was human, the further beastfolk; both wore leashed collars, tied loosely to pegs in the wall. You were shoved to the left, your own lead tossed carelessly on the wall before the goblin left and the door creaked shut behind you. Despite the filth covering you, your mind and body were too exhausted by the day's trials to truly care as you slumped down into the straw and were consumed by sleep.