Goblins

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Slash-Throat threw the hunk of dried meat against the wall and dived for Ripper's throat. Ripper lashed out with his fist, the iron knuckle band impacting on Slash's head and driving him to the ground. His guttural laugh was cut short when Slash scooped up a brand from the fire and hurled it at him. Ripper dove to the side and the brand smacked against the wall of the house.

Dart stood up and kicked the growling Slash in the head. Ripper's laugh at this was again cut short as Dart targeted him with his next kick.

"Enough!" Dart snarled. "You'll burn the house and bring the meat down on us!"

"At least we'd have some meat," Slash growled.

Ripper bared his teeth in agreement. "I want something bleeding," he hissed.

Dart didn't bother to say that it was forbidden. The scouts were supposed to stay hidden and not give away any trace of their presence as they scouted the area. If they alerted the meat and spoiled the raid, Great-Hook would be days killing them. But he agreed with both of them, as it happened. Goblins were cunning, but food preservation was not something they excelled at. The meat they had was dry, tough and moldy and they hadn't brought any alcohol; hadn't been allowed to bring any. Water was a poor substitute for blood or booze.

"Stay here," he said. "Less chance of one being observed. I'll get us something fresh."

He slipped out of the house and stalked silently down the street of the abandoned town and out into the forest.

'Maybe a deer,' he thought to himself as he moved quietly through the forest. 'Something alive to bleed and rend.'

The thought was a nice one, but the area around the ruined town was largely devoid of large game and the small game was huddled in burrows and logs, warm in the cool night. Dart was getting frustrated when he heard the movement in front of him and slowly stalked forward.

The woman was a completely unexpected sight, but after a moment Dart grinned. 'Fun... better than food. Something to keep us entertained while we wait for Great-Hook.'

He lifted the dart tube to his mouth and, taking careful aim, puffed a projectile into the night.

 

[RainingHeat]

Safi paused in the blackness, dark eyes, as dark as the midnight around her, peering into the shadows. The moon's light above was long since gone. Often the moon set early, leaving the hunting grounds in near total darkness. But that was ok. She had to learn. Had to learn how to hunt when sight was at a minimum.

"I will be as good as the males, I will be." It was a mantra Safi often whispered to herself, especially at times such as this, when the cold hand of fear tickled along her soul. This night was a bit darker than most, the moon's light having dimmed long before it set behind the tree's and mountains in the distance.

"A storm comes" she said to herself. Hopefully, she will be home, warm, dry, before the rains did come. The air around her told her that it was still a day or more away, she had some time.

Hopefully, she will be home with the game she had been sent to hunt. It mattered not what it was. Deer, rabbit, even fish would be acceptable, altho that did not qualify as hunting, now did it.

She moved thru the thickets, the underbrush whispering against her legs. She was nearly silent, but in truth, no animal was entirely silent, no matter how hard one tried. She hunted in bare feet, to keep her steps as quiet as she possibly could. Being partially Elven, she was naturally quiet, actually. Elves were not known for floudering thru the woods, making all sorts of noise. Altho her brethren were quieter than she, being lighter in step. Her half-human heritage was a hindrance in that regard.

Altho to look upon her, one would think she were pure High-Elf. Her mother, indeed had been Elven. Her father, a mortal human hunter. Her heritage was not discussed among her family grouping. She was accepted, but only barely.

It was one of the reasons she had set her mind to being as good as, if not better, than most of her Elven kin. In hunting, healing, whatever it took.

But this night, in her tracking of a rather ellusive deer, she had wondered far from any of her familiar hunting grounds. She had given up on the prey, and currently was following the distant sound of a waterfall, hoping to find the water, for thrist as well as direction. Hopefully, once on the river, she could follow it to more familiar surroundings.

Her crossbow in hand, she had been carrying it for the better part of a mile now, after a chilling feeling had shivered down her spine, Safi stepped into the small clearing. It was nothing more than 2 feet across, before she would once more be concealed in brush and shadows.

She heard the soft puff, and knew she had been seen. Her reaction was a moment too late, she diving for the relative safety of the underbrush, the dart burying itself in her outter left thigh, deep into the soft flesh and muscle. Rolling slightly, trying to get to her back, the crossbow raised, the poison took hold fast, she feeling the fire licking thru her veins. The crossbow thudding to the ground helplessly, she no longer having the strength to even hold it up. Her eyes glazing over, Safi desperately blinking to try and keep focus, only to see a figure emerge from the darkness.

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Safi:
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Dart stepped in closer, carefully staying out the crossbow's firing arc. The woman's eyes struggled to focus on him and then closed. He crouched down and listened to the night. The running water nearby made it hard to hear clearly, and the forest was devoid of the echoing sounds to be found underground, but he was pretty sure there was no one else out there. He hadn't heard or seen anyone, and the woman hadn't called out to anyone when the dart took her. Still... better to be careful.

When he was convinced he wasn't going to hear anything he carefully went back to the woman and, sword to her throat, kicked the crossbow away from her hand. Then he used his gutting knife to cut the woman's clothing off. He used some of it to bind her hands behind her back, some of it to gag her, and some of it to tie her ankles together. The rest he used as a bundle to put her equipment in.

He took a minute examining the crossbow. The work was very clever and fine, too clever and fine to his eyes. It was an excellent weapon, but it was delicate. Gobh'lin work would have been more robust, simpler. He curled his lip at the bow, but he put it with the other equipment and brought it along. It might not be Gobh'lin, but it could be put to good use.

He hoisted the woman over his shoulder, picked up the bundle of her belongings, and set off back to the town by a different route than he had come.

The town was a small one, but it had once had walls. They were largely gone now, little more than piles of rubble arranged in a rough circle, broken by the small river that ran through it. The buildings inside were even more ruined than the walls; wattle and daub and wooden structures had long ago sagged into heaps of fertilizer that had protected the seedlings that were now tall trees. The streets were only visible as places where the trees had not yet take root, the domain of scrub plants. The forest was well on it's way to reclaiming the land temporarily taken from it. But a few of the buildings had had stone construction on the first floor and, better yet, stone basements. Some had survived the forest's assault.

Dart walked into the stone rubble of one building, down the spiral staircase hidden within it, and into the cool darkness below. He dumped the woman on the floor and grinned.

Ripper pulled the burlap covering off the glow plant they'd installed in the corner and he and Slash-Throat melted out of the shadows. Slash-Throat knelt down and sniffed before looking back up at Dart.

"Alive," he said.

Dart just grinned.

Ripper grinned back at him. "You're a good leader, Dart."

"Yes, I am," he cheerfully growled back. "We'll need to ring her. Find something for that and check the snares."

For once, the gobh obeyed without the usual posturing. Dart saw Slash-Throat's hand running over the woman's body and he gave the gobh a shove with his foot, sending him sprawling.

"Me first," he growled. Slash-Throat looked inclined to argue the point, but didn't.

Satisfied, Dart sat down and pulled the woman across his lap, face up. He ran his hands over her flesh, enjoying the softness of her. They lingered at her breasts, firm and ripe beneath his callused fingers. His eye was caught by the soft down between her thighs and his hand forced them apart and explored the treasure hidden there.

He felt the woman stirring and looked at her face.

 

[RainingHeat]

The blackness had enveloped her, quickly. But in that fleeting moment, just before the dark closed in, her eyes had focused on something, no, someONE. She did not register that it was a Goblin, her mind did not stay aware long enough.

This blackness was empty of dreams, void of any kind of thought even in her subconscious. She was not aware of being stripped, bound, lifted, carried. There would have been nothing she could have done, even if she had been aware.

Her first inklings of sensations came not from her eyes, not from seeing anything. Her first vestiges of awakening came from touch. The touch of someone's hand, pressing into her skin, raking along her body. That touch had been momentary tho, gone as quickly as it began. Safi became aware she was down, it was never good to be down, prone. But she still could not think enough to know why, or even open her still closed eyes.

But she did hear something now, words. Growling, gurgling words. "Me first,"

Who was that?

She was then pulled upwards, into someone's embrace, across someone's lap. Consciousness began finally creeping back into the forefront of her mind. This was rushed along by the sudden touch, no it was not just a touch, it was an assault, she felt first on her breasts, fondling, kneading, Safi felt her dark nipples beginning to respond, warming, peaking beneath the groping hands. Worse, was when she felt her legs being forced apart, fingers probing, exploring.

Safi jerked awake, eyes suddenly flinging open, staring, focusing. She was bound, unable to move her hands, tho it was not for lack of trying.

She tried to scream out, scream the word NO, but the only sound that came from her gagged lips was a low, strangled moaning sound. Twisting and writhing, Safi went suddenly still when her eyes met those of her Captor, whose lap she was sprawled across, sprawled across NAKED!!!

"NNNN MMMM NNnnnoo, ppspsssss Nnnnnn"

The words made no sense, of course, but inwardly, Safi was screaming NO, Please NO.

Arching her back, with all the strength she had rushing back to her tensed muscles, Safi began bucking on His lap, feeling His fingers still between her spread legs, dipping into her sex, her virginal sex. With her wild, desperate, twisting and struggling, she managed to shove herself off His lap, onto the floor at His feet, but she was just as helpless there, trying in vain to get her feet beneath her, her long dark hair splaying about her head, glittering dark eyes still staring up at Him, a Goblin, her Enemy, and her Captor.

 

[Otto26]

Goblins

 

[Otto26]

Dart lifted his fingers to his nose, rubbing them together and inhaling her scent. The aroma was literally intoxicating and the room seemed to swim for a moment. He grinned, pointed teeth gleaming in the darkness. The women of the gobh'lin were only sexually active when they were fertile, and that only happened once or twice a year. When it did, every gobh in the area would come sniffing around and the competition to be the one that mated her would begin. The contests were frequently a matter of intimidation and bluff, but they could be very bloody. The meat though... Their women were almost always sexually active and the smell of their arousal, while not as powerful as one of their own, could drive a gobh wild.

His member rapidly hardened, pushing against the leather loincloth and then escaping out one side. She was trying to say something, but Dart couldn't tell what it was through the gag and he didn't particularly care. If she had anything interesting to say, he could hear it later.

He drew his gutting knife and held if before her eyes. Those grew wider and she shook her head violently and made urgent sounds. Dart chuckled and traced the flat of the blade down her body, over her breasts and belly, down her legs to her ankles. It flashed once and the scraps of clothing binding her ankles fell away.

She kicked him, a solid heel to the jaw that rocked him back. Dart saw brilliant lights and heard Slash-Throat laughing and felt his temper soar. Coupled with his already rampant lust, he felt as if his heart would explode as it pumped blood through his body. He snarled and lunged for the woman, already on her knees and trying to make it to her feet. His body knocked hers to the floor and he flipped her over onto her back. The next kick missed him and then he was between her legs, too close to her for her legs to easily reach him.

He snarled again and she screamed, head shaking. He reached between his legs and guided his cock to her nether lips and, smiling savagely, he thrust deeply into her flesh.

 

[RainingHeat]

The glint of His gutting blade was what drew Safi back into the world of the present. Unfortunatly, it was not a good place to be right now, considering.

Her mind was twisting, whirling, in a thousand different directions, none of them good, when her eyes had focused on the Goblin, and when her awareness had focused on the small fact that she were bound, gagged, and naked.

Her mind was racing, her body, reacting. When that guttin blade sliced her ankles free, she kicked out, hard, her heel striking the Monster square in the jaw. There was no thought behind that move. No considerations what would happen if she hit, if she did not. She may have had a fleeting chance of breaking that jaw if she could have put a little more momentum and strength behind the kick, but panic often sapped ones resources. And to say Safi was panicked was an understatement. She was terrified.

Scrambling, hearing the sickening laughter of another, how many of them were there, Safi desperately tried to gain her footing. That was no too be. His body slamming into her own, she taken to the cold, hard floor, breath knocked out of her, gasping, Safi saw the flickering lights of stars in her eyes for a moment. She tried to scream, and again, the only sound was a strangled series of grunts, groans.

Flipped to her back, dark eyes widening as she stared into the face of the Goblin. Her mind refused to register much of anything else at that point, yet her leg again struck out, seeking to kick, to drive away the Monster looking down at her.

A moment later and her mind indeed did register more, so much more.

Safi's howl tore nearly thru the gag. It was muffled yes, but even that echoed into the air around them, the sound a desperate mingling of her screams and her biting viciously down on the gag at the intense, savage pain that threatened to pull her apart. Her body went tense, arching from the ground, hips lifting. The muscles of her pussy, having never been so violated before, painfully stretching around the intruder, blood pumping thru the tight grasp, the virginal, silken walls envelping Him Trying to hold Him back, block His way, that thin stretch of flesh, marking her a true virgin, she never having been touched, nor mated, that barrier tearing, a wash of blood spilling forth, slick and heated, coating the intruding, penetrating member.

Time seemed to halt for Safi, she was no longer thinking, she could only feel, her senses filled with nothing other than searing, burning pain. It felt to her as if He had shoved His gutting blade deep inside her body.

Panting beneath the gag, she had bitten down on the gag so deeply, that it was tearing within her mouth.

 

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"Tight," Dart breathed. Her cunt clung to his cock like a second skin and he could feel every bit of her, every twitch her muscles made, even the beating of her heart. He hesitated, remaining still within her as he savored the sensation.

"Not for long", Slash-Throat snickered.

The comment broke the moment and Dart was again immersed in the pounding desire that ruled him. Added to his temper and lust was the faint scent of blood. The cocktail of aromas and sensations was too much to bear and his hips began to beat a driving rhythm against her. He leaned on his hands, one on each of her shoulders, his face inches from hers. He could see her breasts shake with each thrust, could feel her wetness increasing and making his cock move more freely within her.

He bent his head to her and licked her face.

 

[RainingHeat]

The gag ripped free, the worn cotton unable to withstand her vicious biting down. This allowing the scream that had been damned up behind that gag to flood forth, the sound echoing into the old, broken down building, the walls almost rattling around them.

She saw Him mouth the word "Tight" more than hear Him, her screams were nearly deafening. Safi thought for sure it was His sword that He had shoved deeply inside her. She did not heard the snickered response from yet another Goblin. Safi was focused on one and only one, who happened to be raping her.

When He began that horrible, obscene, thrusting against her, inside of her, Safi's breath caught, her cries suddenly cut off, as she steeled herself, or at least tried to, against the pain, that searing, slicing, deep, intense pain. Her entire body shook with every thudding motion of His hips, she writhing beneath His assault. As He leaned forward, the angle changed slightly, and Safi once more felt another shock of pain, pain and a heated wetness, sensations in turn bringing forth reactions, slick moisture, heated, coating His length, mingling with the fresh blood of her virginity. The muscled walls of her sex pulsing, spasming around Him, in time with the wild, heavy beat of her heart.

Her screams had faded, her throat raw, into keening cries that only intensified when He thrust inside her once more, waning when He drew back. Darkened eyes hazed, rolling back as she felt the welcoming blackness of unconsciousness beckoning for her. At least there, she would feel nothing, not the pain, not the rape, not the fear.

But a wet lick of His tongue dragged her back to the reality of what was happening to her.

"NOOOOOO" Safi screamed again, daring to stare straight into the eyes of her attacker. "GET OFF OF ME!"

 

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Dart pounded at her flesh, each thrust harder than the one that came before, as sensations crawled up his body, from his cock to his scalp and back down to his toes. Her scream of denial acted on a part of him so deeply ingrained that he didn't even recognize it's existence. It was all... perfect.

And with that thought, that realization, he came, his body tensing and shooting into her. He growled triumphantly, his head thrown back and sucking in the air his hyperactive heart demanded. It took several minutes for the orgasm to subside and when it did, Dart pulled out of the woman and sat atop her, his wet cock glistening against the smooth flesh of her upper belly. He reached down and poked a finger at her breast, watching the firm flesh dimple beneath the tip of his claw. He grasped the breast firmly, squeezing for the simple joy of feeling the firmness in his hand. He repeated the process with the other breast and then rolled the nipple between two horny claws. He was surprised when it hardened and tried it with the other breast.

"The fuck meat likes this," he told Slash-Throat. Then, inspired, he shifted forward, laying his cock between her breasts. His hands pressed her breasts together and he began to pump, sliding his stiff, slick flesh between her tits. She looked horrified and he and Slash-Throat both laughed. He was already sensitive from the first fuck, so this second didn't take long at all. In what seemed like no time he came again, a thick stream of seed that squirted onto her face, neck and chest.

Breathing hard, and with the denar upon him, Dart crawled off the woman and collapsed against the wall, barely awake and with limbs that seemed heavier than lead. He could barely keep his eyes open to watch as Slash-Throat quickly flipped the woman onto her belly and pulled her back up onto her knees. When she struggled he pinched her thigh hard enough to make her bleed and she screamed. Her body heaved once or twice, but she remained still until Slash-Throat spit on her asshole. Then, apparently realizing what was happening, she tried to crawl away. But the gobh had one hand on her hip to prevent exactly that and the other quickly guided his cock into her and then seized her other hip. Grunting with effort, the gobh spasticlly shoved himself inside her.

"Fresh hole," he briefly explained to Dart.

 

[RainingHeat]

Her keening cries would not cease, each ramming into her only heightening the sound of her screams. Safi's throat, raw and burning. She thought the rape would go on forever, until as she shrieked again in pain, the Goblin atop her howled triumphantly, she feeling the foul, disgusting flood of His seed, deep inside the grasp of her womb, coating her, filling her. Her screaming finally gave out as the Goblin continued to pound into her, until the last of His viscous semen had been emptied inside her. The sounds coming from her now were more strangled, desperate groans then screams, her throat closing, spasming, just as her pussy was still spasming around His cock.

When He pulled free, Safi let her eyes close. It was over. Right??? But, would, would He kill her now? It was that thought that made her eyes once more shoot open, only to see Him still looming over her. He had settled on her belly, His still semi-hard cock, glistening wet, coated with her own slick fluids and her virgin blood, not to mention His cum, laying there.

"Get off me...." she started to say, her voice rasping. But He had no intention of moving. The cant of His head was quite curious, Safi studying His gruesome features. But the poke to her breast filled her attentions a moment later. <poke> Another <poke>. Then He began to fondle her.

"No NO stop!" but her protests fell on deaf ears. She struggled and squirmed under Him as He awoke another bizarre set of sensations that raced thru her, dark nipples peaking, warming, beneath His touch.

"The fuck meat likes this,"


She could only groan as He began to tit fuck her, something she found utterly sickening. When He spurted the stench of His semen once more, this time all over her chest and face, she thought she would indeed be sick, she trying to turn her head away, averting her eyes. She had stopped struggling, at least for the moment, the shock of what was happening was settling in.

When the Goblin crawled off of her, she tried to curl up into the fetal position. Her hands, still bound behind her back, were loosening, what with all the rocking and writhing, the cotton material that had once been her garments, not meant for tying, stretching and ripping. If she could get her hands free, she thought, numbly to herself as she tried to turn away from where the Monster had collapsed.

When another set of hands grabbed her, she jerked, crying out.

There were MORE???

Flipped to her belly, she felt clawed hands drawing her up to her knees. GODS NO, she screamed silently to herself, her torn throat refusing to make the sounds. She herself clawing at the floor, her hands having come free, shredded strands of her own skirt hanging from one wrist. She wildly began to fight back, as much as she could given her weakened condition. A harsh, tearing pinch to her thigh sent nearly blinding pain thru her and her throat indeed found the strength to produce a scream yet again, the sound piercing and loud.

Trying to catch her breath, she stilled, panting. She felt Him spit, on her ass.

"Fresh hole,"


The thought of what He was going to do had but a moment to register in her mind, before she felt Him shoving Himself into her. Tearing, ripping, the pain seared thru her. Safi howled, suddenly finding an inner reserve of strength. With all she had, she bucked herself upwards, and forwards, screaming, and dislodging the Goblin behind her, He not able to fully enter the tightness of her ass as of yet. Safi fell forward and rolled to her back, kicking out, her foot catching the sprawling Monster between His legs, a hard kick to the balls. His own cry of pain mingled with her own screams.

In a panic, she got to her feet, stumbling, weak, the pain of what she had been thru coming alive once more as soon as her feet hit the ground, blood lacing down her inner thigh. She saw a third Goblin, and jumped back, scrambling, until her back was against a cracked, nearly falling wall. There, she stood, staring, panting, violently shaking. She had no weapons, and Safi knew, no real means of escape.

"Please, PLEASE... DON'T !" Not that her begging would do her any good.

She looked at each, the 3 staring back at her. Monsters to her, filthy, ugly monsters. Her own long, dark hair, falling forward, tangled strands hanging before her eyes, she looking almost as much the Monster as they, covered in dirt and sweat, naked, bleeding, and shuddering.

 

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Dart closed his eyes for a moment, but when he opened them, Slash-Throat was rising to his feet, alone. Dart tried to scan the room quickly, but the lethargy of the denar made him feel as though he was moving in slow motion. The woman was backed against a wall, eyes wild and scanning the darkness. Ripper was between her and freedom and he barked a short growl at her and she shrank back from him. Slash-Throat echoed the sound, drawing her attention away from Ripper for a moment.

It was all he needed. As soon as her eyes left him Ripper stepped forward and slammed her to the ground. Growling deep in his chest he seized her hair and pulled back exposing her throat to his knife.

"Stop," Dart managed.

The two gobhs looked at him, Ripper's knife still at the woman's throat, but they were still.

Dart struggled uncertainly to his feet and tried to breath deeply, imagining that each breath lightened the weight of the denar, picturing his body moving as it did during the lust. He stepped forward and nudged the woman with his foot.

"She's not meat, she's fuck meat," he reminded them.

The two were deep in the grips of the lust, but Dart had been leading them for more than a month and his discipline had taken a deeper hold than was usual amongst his kind. They wanted to kill her, to taste the steaming blood and eat fresh meat, but their leader had forbid it and had channeled the lust along a path that was, if anything, even more powerful than the lust for blood.

"We'll bind her properly," he declared.

Further direction, clear purpose, helped and Dart saw the lust fading from their eyes.

"The snares were empty," Ripper explained, "so I took some of them apart and harvested the wire. If there's a rat left alive in this town then it's cowering in it's hole until the gobh'lin are gone."

"Wire will do," Dart agreed. He was going to order Slash-Throat to help him make the bindings, but the gobh had sunk down onto his haunches and curled into a ball. Injured, and in the grips of the denar, Dart knew.

The wire was gobh'lin make. Not so fine as elf make or as durable as dwarf make, but strong. Dart quickly snipped the wire to the lengths he needed and practiced fingers began to braid and weave the wire. Dart didn't know that the day races considered the Gobh'lin to be little more than vicious brutes, but he wouldn't have much cared if he did. He might even have felt some satisfaction that the day races so underestimated them.

Gobh'lin worked metal with the same facility that dwarves did, though they did not, as a rule, have the same great foundries, carefully organized and highly productive. And while they did not work as finely as the elves, their minds turned readily to clever designs which tended to be very functional and durable. So the collar that Dart braided was both strong and a perfect fit for the woman's neck. That it could only be opened by clawed hands was a given. The two rings that he wove next took less time, but were cleverer still. Fitted to the middle finger of each hand, they could be locked together with a simple twist and the prisoner would be unable to loose them.

Dart fitted the rings first, securing them and checking them. They forced the backs of the hands together behind the woman's back which was probably less comfortable than the simple fabric bindings had been. Dart fitted the collar next, tight enough not to move and chafe excessively, but loose enough to not constrain her breathing.

The last two rings weren't at all clever, being simple broken loops, one end knotted and the other end sharpened. The woman, now collared and with her hands secured by the restraining rings, was eyeing the remaining rings anxiously. Ripper pulled her back by her hair, raising her to her knees and bowing her body away from him and thrusting her breasts forward, her body immobilized.

Dart stepped forward and took one nipple between the pads of two fingers and rolled it firmly, increasing the pressure until he was squeezing quite hard. The sharp end of the first ring went through the flesh of her nipple and emerged on the other side. A deft flick of two claws closed it, seating the sharpened end into the knotted end. Dart smiled at the woman and then repeated the process on the other breast.

He grunted his satisfaction and stepped away. Ripper drew his knife, reversing it in his hand so he could smash with the pommel.

"Wait," Dart ordered.

Ripper looked at him, puzzled. "Got to defang her before I use her mouth," he protested.

Dart looked at the woman and then squatted down to be at eye level with her. "That true, fuck meat? Does Ripper need to defang you? If he does then you'll starve. You need teeth to eat. But if you keep your teeth and you bite Ripper... You'll take a very long time to die. Screaming. Which is it gonna be, fuck meat?"

 

[RainingHeat]

There would be no escape for Safi. If there had been one Goblin, maybe, if there had been only two, the possibility was still there. If she had known where she was, if she had known the room, the doors, windows, if she had known where to run, to scramble when she did gain her feet, there was the slimmest of chances she could have gotten free, but with three of the, she surely would not have gotten far.

There would be no escape .

She was slammed to the ground by the only really healthy Goblin of the moment, at least the one that had not been kicked in the balls, or was recovering from raping her.

She tried to scream once more, maybe, maybe someone would hear her, but her breath was huffed out of her as she hit the hard stone floor, white light flashing in her eyes and head for a moment. That moment interrupted as her long hair was snagged within clawed fingers, her head pulled viciously. Her gasp went silent when she felt the blade pressing into her throat. "NO no please" she begged, closing her eyes, waiting for the horrible pain, the spilling of her blood. Even her trembling had ceased.

"Stop,"

Even Safi opened her eyes when He spoke.

She felt the blade, still pressing into her flesh, but the pressure lessoned ever so little.

She looked upwards, at the one who now prodded her with His boot.

"She's not meat, she's fuck meat,"

Safi really wasn't sure which was worse, given the choice between the two. Meat or Fuck-Meat.

"We'll bind her properly,"

And bind her they did. Safi, did not fight back at this point. Her mind was racing, twisting, and she was terrified. But she was smart enough to know that she had no hopes of winning in a fight between the three Male Goblins and herself. She..... was at their mercy.

But, she quickly realized who was the Leader out of the three. He was the most intelligent, and the first one to rape her, the one who had actually spared her from having her throat slashed open. She was sure He was the Leader. As He fashioned the wire collar and bindings, she watched carefully. It would be He, that she would have to deal with, He, who would be making the decision on her life, and death.

Again, she did not fight the binding. Safi was beginning to realize, now that her panic had waned, that she needed to remain as calm as she could, to try and get thru what these Monsters were going to do to her. If she had any real hope of surviving, tho she was wondering if there were any hope. That, would be up to the Leader.

While she had remained still and silent as she was bound, the piercing of her nipples was another matter. She hadn't realized that would be part of what they were going to do with her. Another defilement. Another rape, even if not with a cock in a hole, this was a rape none the less.

"No.. noooooooo" she hissed as the Leader approached with the sharpened wire. Her begging were replaced a moment later with her yowl of pain, followed by a second as both nipples were crudely run thru, wire rings now adorning both breasts. Tiny droplets of blood seeped out, coating the rings before dripping free. Safi felt as if both breasts had been run thru with a sword, the pain was throbbing, pulsing, intensifying with every beat of her heart.

Why were they doing this to her? Why mark her this way?

The Leader only smiled at her, as He did this to her.

The other had released her at this point, and she, on her knees, let her head fall forward, chest heaving as she sobbed, almost quietly. Long dark hair veiling her face from the two Goblins around her, the other, was still groaning in pain from her well placed kick.

She didn't hear the one draw His blade, but she did hear the Leader's voice.

"Wait," Dart ordered.

Ripper looked at him, puzzled. "Got to defang her before I use her mouth,"

Defang???? Defang her? Use...... use her mouth??

Safi looked up at the Leader, Dart, altho she didn't know His name, in horror, suddenly beginning the shake, almost violently.

He lowered down, eye level with her. Yes, He was the Leader, Safi knew that now. Just the look in His eyes told her that.

"That true, fuck meat? Does Ripper need to defang you? If he does then you'll starve. You need teeth to eat. But if you keep your teeth and you bite Ripper... You'll take a very long time to die. Screaming. Which is it gonna be, fuck meat?"

She had to will herself to stop shaking. But she kept His gaze, somehow, she managed to keep His gaze.

Ripper, the one with the blade. She made a mental note of that, somewhere back in her terrified mind.

"I........ I will not bite" she whispered, using all the strength she had to keep her voice from wavering. "Safi... " she then said, as He was about to straighten up, the name drawing His eyes back to her. "I am called, Safi, not..... not ..... Fuck-Meat".... she could not stop the tears that formed in her eyes once more. But she could not stop. If she were going to survive this, He, at least, the Leader, had to see her as something other than Fuck-Meat.

"please, please" she whispered "I.... I will do what You wish... please... just don't hurt me anymore." her eyes went to the groaning Goblin, who was still tightly rolled in a ball, holding Himself, her kick had been true, and quite vicious actually. "I will make it..... pleasurable.... pleasing.... if I can.... but......" her eyes focused back on the Leader in front of her "Don't let them rape my ass. I'm begging You" her eyes went back to the kicked one, His gaze following. "You, You are the Leader, save, save my ass for Yourself. Done right, it can be, much more pleasurable"

What was she saying??? Safi knew that sex often involved the pleasure that some found in taking the female's ass. But it was something that had to be done carefully, otherwise, the experience was truely one of the most painful, most torturing. Safi, who knew the healing arts, at least some what, had seen what could happen if done improperly. She had seen what could happen if one were raped like that. She was not the first elf to fall into the hands of Goblins. Nor was she the first human as well, and she, was a mingling of both.

"Please" she begged, looking back into His eyes. Her voice was trembling now. Kneeling, bound, ringed, collared, she looked every bit the slave she now sounded like. "please..... I will pleasure them both, no biting, You know they will be easier to control if sated, You know this. Please"

 

[Otto26]

Dart chuckled. "Safi, is it? Well, Safi may be what you're called, but fuck meat is what you are. So maybe you're smart, Safi. Smart enough to understand what would happen to you if you lied to me about this. I'm going to trust you."

"I'm not," Ripper declared. "I should just knock her teeth out and be done with it, Dart. Great Hook will be here soon and she won't starve before then."

A vicious smile crept onto Dart's face and his fingers palmed one of the darts in the case at his waist. He turned his head to look at Ripper.

"Who's in charge?" he asked quietly.

Ripper wasn't the sharpest tool in the pile, but he wasn't stupid, and he'd heard that tone in Dart's voice before; right before Snap-Finger had died.

"You are, Dart," he said in a hurry. "But I'm not putting my dick into that mouth until I'm sure it's safe," he insisted.

Slowly, the pair of them turned their heads to look over at Slash-Throat, still curled into a fetal ball and occasionally groaning.

"It would probably make him feel better," Ripper said with malicious glee.

"It might," Dart agreed, "but it might not. And he might just kill her."

Ripper shrugged, his total lack of concern for this possibility writ large in every line of his body.

Dart sighed. "Use the rest of the wire to make some chain," he directed. "I don't want Safi sucking us unconscious and then running off."

"Who's she gonna suck first?" Ripper wanted to know.

Dart sighed again. 'Definitely not the sharpest tool in the pile,' he thought to himself. He stood up, bringing his cock about level with Safi's mouth. One clawed finger pointed at it. "Make good on your bargain," he commanded.

'A good bargain,' he thought. Particularly since Safi was correct, her willing participation would make it easier to control Ripper and Slash-Throat. That made her more than simple fuck meat, it made her a useful tool. And he would certainly see to it that his tool was used, even used up if need be, but he'd treat her with the same care he showed all his tools.

 

[RainingHeat]

Safi watched as the other Monster advanced, intending to still smash her teeth out in order to rape her mouth. She was about to beg the One she knew to be the Leader, beg for what? Mercy? Beg Him to protect her? Beg Him to believe her when she said she would not bite?

Would He even listen? Or just laugh in her face before the other descended upon her.

Her eyes flashed her despair, and she had to wonder, as He looked within for that moment, did He see, or understand, her questions, her terror, her helplessness?

But what she did see, was a very slow, and very evil smile, spread across His face. His voice lowered, and He looked away from her, directing that vicious smile, and lethal stare, to the Goblin approaching.

"Who's in charge?"

Safi sank back against the unforgiving rock wall as the little confrontation took place. It became very apparent that He was the One to be reckoned with, at least until the one He had called Great-Hook, arrived. The name itself made her shiver. But again she watched the Leader. She would HAVE to endear herself to Him, He was her only hope.

She listened closely as they spoke, until it dawned on her that He was referring to her by her NAME.

"Use the rest of the wire to make some chain," he directed. "I don't want Safi sucking us unconscious and then running off."

Safi's eyes widened at that. She knew, even among Goblins, that was a good sign. She was not just "fuck-meat" anymore.

The Leader looked to her again, stepping before where she knelt, His flaccid cock bared before her face.

"Make good on your bargain,"


Safi swallowed, wishing she had at least some fresh water to drink. Her throat hurt from her screaming, and the idea of tasting Him, that nearly made her gag. It was a reflex she managed, thru some great exercise of will, to keep stilled. She dared not even beg for a drink. She knew she would be pushing her luck if she did. After, maybe after. She would need it more than, anyways.

Nodding ever so slightly, the half-elf girl lifted her head, shaking it just a bit to send the dirty tendrils of her long dark hair sprawling over her shoulders and down her back, out of the way. She could not reach up with her hands, bound as she was. She could only use her mouth.

Slowly lacing her soft, pink tongue along her lips to moisten, she closed her eyes, hoping against all hope she could do this. When she closed her mouth over Him, she had to keep from groaning. He was soft, but already, it was obvious that the thought of the girl's mouth on His cock, was arousing Him. Safi slid her tongue beneath the shaft, and drew Him in deeper, suckling in, almost like a straw. It took only moments before He was hard within her mouth, a sensation that Safi had not quite prepared herself for. She gasped around Him, pulling back, taking a deep breath. Opening her eyes, she looked upwards, unsure why, but that was where her gaze was drawn, her mouth opening once more than taking Him in. She would have to do this, fully, in order for this to work. She knew, just by the look in His eyes, that if He were not pleased, He would throw her to the other 2, or worse, to whoever Great-Hook was.

She could not stop the tears that sprang to her eyes as she closed them again, the warm wetness rolling down her flush cheeks. She began to move, her head rocking back and forth, mouth warm, wet, slick, around His cock, tongue awkwardly gliding underneath. She gagged when He pushed to the back of her throat, but managed to not completely stop the motion of her head, and not just her head, her entire body rocked as she suckled Him. Safi trying to trick her mind that the taste was not as foul as it really was. But, she was extra careful NOT to let her teeth touch Him once, not once. She knew her life depended on it.

His scent was rank and dirty, and she found that, perhaps was even worse than the taste. Dirty, foul, and smelling of sex. "If He would just bathe, this would be at least a little easier" she thought to herself.

But, what really scared her, as His cock once more pushed within, her lips tightening around Him, was if He chose to spill Himself down her throat.

Safi knew that most Elven females would never even be able to do this. But she had prided herself on being strong, strong enough to survive most anything, even tho this would be the hardest test she would ever have to pass.

Her low moans vibrated along His length, causing a deeper sensation to accompany that of her mouth. She wasn't even aware she was moaning, the sound escaping her lips in her despair. She felt filthy, fouled, and wondered, if this test, were worth it.

 

[Otto26]

Dart groaned as Safi's soft moans seemed to vibrate the entire length of his body. He hadn't intended to do much more than demonstrate that her mouth was safe to use, but now... He watched intently as she moved her body back and forth along him, her eyes closed and gently leaking. The feel of her soft tongue was perhaps better than the warmth of her wet mouth, but neither was as purely stimulating as her single-minded focus. A gobh'to would have been bored or elsewhere, thinking of anything but the task at hand. But this lovely fuck meat kneeling in front of him was dedicated to his pleasure. As a way of preserving her health and life, of course, but nonetheless...

He ran a clawed fingertip softly down the side of her face before taking a firm handful of her hair and pumping his hips against her, fucking her mouth. Behind her he saw Slash-Throat crawling determinedly towards them, his eyes unfocused and bright.

"Not the ass," he growled at him. He'd bargained with the fuck meat and he'd keep to his bargains, even if the use of her ass held no particular appeal to him. It meant something to her, which was good to know, and a useful tool to keep his tool in line.

Slash-Throat acknowledged the limit with a scant nod of his head as his hands pulled Safi's hips back and his knees spread her legs. Dart felt the weight of Safi's body increase as she was forced off balance and his hand in her hair became the only thing holding her upright. His other hand joined his first behind her head and he felt her panic as Slash-Throat's questing member found her soft love hole and thrust deeply into her. The sound she made drew a rumbling chuckle from deep in his throat and he pulled out of her just as he came, his seed spurting onto her mouth and then her forehead.

'Fuck meat,' he thought decisively. 'Mine to use however I see fit. Do you realize that?'

Ripper, with Slash-Throat's hungry look in his eyes, snapped the chain onto Safi's collar and crowded dangerously close to Dart in his urgency. Dart growled at him, just enough to make sure Ripper understood his place, and then let the gobh'li take his place, his hand's replacing Dart's hands, his cock taking the place of Dart's.

Dart saw what looked like despair on Safi's tear-streaked face and gave her an inquisitive look as he settled down by the door. 'Do you understand your place?' he wondered. 'Do you understand the source of your value to me?'

He watched with interest that seemed curiously un-dimmed by the denar.

 

[RainingHeat]

That soft touch of that taloned finger brought Safi's moist, gleaming eyes upwards, she looking at Dart, almost pleading with Him, to make it stop, to have mercy.

It took all the strength Safi had to not gag, not vomit, and not BITE when Dart began to pump His long cock into her mouth, pushing to the back of her throat. Struggling to relax, to breath as she suckled Him deeply, feeling the Goblin's balls against her chin. It was not a pleasant feeling to Safi.

She did not realize, nor register when Dart spoke to him, that another Goblin, the one she had so viciously kicked, was crawling up behind her. She did realize when she felt hands on her hips, pulling her back, and off balance, legs roughly spread apart. She almost bit down on Dart at that particular moment, but she instead gripped His length harder, tighter, with her lips, barring her teeth from making any kind of contact. The head of His cock resting for the moment at the back of her throat, the muscles swallowing around Him.

She felt the Goblin behind her poke into her a couple of times, as he sought to penetrate her. "not my ass, please" she thought frantically. But the thrusting cock found her still soaking wet pussy instead, and almost easily pushed within. She was still vice tight and the cock met some resistance, muscles quivering around the length, grasping, heat and wetness surrounding the Goblin's shaft, cushioning him, a soft, warm embrace against his still tender (from her kick) cock. A low, rippling moan came vibrating along her throat, to her lips, and against Dart's still moving cock in her mouth, which He pulled free to spill His seed upon her still parted lips and into her face.

Safi sobbed, but at least He had not made her swallow the foul stuff, she thought.

She groaned low as the Goblin behind her proceeded in his use of her, her entire body shaking as he pumped relentlessly into her, his cock dripping from the mingling of her own slick fluids, Dart's expelled seed, and lacings of her blood that still dripped inside of her. Her groan was silenced as the third Goblin's cock was forced into her mouth, choking her as he shoved it all the way into and down her throat. She began sucking, gagging, moaning around that length, she trying to get a rhythm of breathing, sucking, and moaning. Her entire body hurt, now from her throat and lips to the very core of her sex.

She felt a rush of anguish, of despair. Would any even look for her? When would she be missed? By the time any cared to come and search, she was sure she would be dead, or miles and miles away from here. What kind of life would that be? Nothing more than the sexual slave of the Goblins?

A sudden thought hit her. What if they, the Goblins that is, took her to their camp, or city, or whatever it is they lived in?? Where there would be other Goblins?? Other Goblins to rape her??? Over and over again??? The thought made her moan, a low, sad, desperate sound that escaped past the cock being repeatedly shoved into her mouth, that made her shiver, the cold racing up her spine, making her shudder against Slash-Throat behind her, he grunting obscenely as he rocked himself in and out of that wet, grasping hole that was her sex.

She cast her eyes down and away, finding Dart's feet and following them upwards, to look at Him with a look of pure despair, her eyes begging for mercy, His seed still staining her face.

 

[Otto26]

Dart observed Safi's rape with a portion of his attention, but the rest was puzzling over the relative weakness of his denar. 'Why am I not overtaken by lethargy? I feel that, true, but not to the degree that I should. Not to the degree that I did after I first fucked her. Could it be the denar is like a river that flows clear when unobstructed and floods at other times? That would be... interesting. I can use that.'

His attention was drawn by Slash-Throat's grunts of satisfaction and he looked up to see the gobh withdraw his spent cock from within Safi and drop into a sitting position, unable to even put the wall to his back so deeply in the grips of denar he was. Ripper, laughing at the sight, pulled his cock out of Safi's mouth and quickly stroked it until his seed shot out, spattering against her face. Then he, too, sat down and fell into the grips of the denar.

Dart watched Safi hack and try to spit for several moments before he slapped his water-bottle against the stone floor to attract her attention. She regarded him warily for a minute before half-crawling over to him and tentatively drinking out of the bottle. When she tried to edge away Dart took a hold of her chain and yanked once, firmly. "Drink more," he ordered and held the bottle to her lips. When he was satisfied he put the leather container away and reached around behind her to undo the finger restraints, freeing her hands.

He took the rough map out of the carrying case at his belt and unrolled the semi-tanned flesh on the floor in front of them. The results of their weeks of scouting were carefully marked on it: every stream, every hill, every road and path, and every settlement. When Great Hook arrived with the rest of the tribe, they could divide up into raiding parties and attack all in one night. It would be glorious, a night of fire and slaughter and then a return to the broken lands with wealth and a successful raid to attract more gobh'lin to the tribe and make it possible for Greath Hook to negotiate new alliances.

It was a good plan, Dart thought. Particularly since it had been his idea. Not that he'd get credit for it, of course. Great Hook would take the credit. But he'd remember who gave him his great victory and Dart would prosper. If it was a great victory. So Dart was working very, very hard to ensure that it was.

He examined the map for a moment and then placed a claw on it to indicate the elvish settlement he'd spotted. He hadn't dared go to close, for fear of leaving some sign the elves might find. He had too much experience with the dark elves to risk giving away his presence. The forest dwellers were not so calculatingly cruel as their deep-dwelling cousins, but they were in their own way formidable. He had a plan for dealing with them that would discourage them from making an organized pursuit.

"Your people?" he asked Safi. His tone was casual, but he watched her closely, hoping to discern the truth from the words her body spoke more than from the ones her mouth spoke.

 

[RainingHeat]

The water tasted good, refreshing, and helped to wash the tainted, foul taste from her throat. She desperately wanted to bathe, to clease herself of the disgusting seed that now clung to her face, the scent was heavy, and to her, dirty. And, lastly, she wanted to soak away the stench, the stickyness of the seed that even now leaked from her raw, used pussy, never mind her face.

Once her hands were free'd she ran her fingers into and thru her long, tangle mass of hair.

She had never felt so disgusting in her life, both inside and out.

"Your people?"

She had glanced at the map, but, in her state of mind at the moment, had not realized just exactly what it was. As soon as His taloned finger had pointed to a settlement, she recognized what she was looking at.

That was her people, her home settlement, her clan.

She did not answer right away, her eyes combing over the map quickly, taking everything in. It was obvious they had been there awhile, scouting the area. How was it that her own clan's outter sentries had not spotted them? Had not seen any evidence of the Goblins? True there were only 3 of them, it was easy to hide when their numbers were so few. But the sentries had been trained to look out for just that.

They had failed, badly.

Her mind was racing. Never mind what was happening to her. What would happen to them? The Goblins would surely kill the males, but what about the females? The little ones????? Her body shuddered inwardly at the thought and she lifted her eyes to Dart.

"What, what are You going to do to them?" she said, managing to keep her voice from cracking in her abject terror.

"There are children there. CHILDREN" she implored staring at His impassive face.

She did not have to answer any further, she had told Him what He needed to know.

"Please" she begged "Don't attack them. We are peaceful, we do not seek the Goblins to hunt like our shadow-dwelling cousins. Please, give them warning, they will move, please!!! It is breeding season!!! There are babies...."

They would be slaughtered. If they did not see an attack coming, they would be unprepared. It was thought that no Goblins roamed these woods, they would be caught completely off guard, and it was the very beginning of the birthing season.

"I'm begging You. please!!!"

 

[Otto26]

For a moment, just for a moment, Dart wanted to reason with her. He wanted to snarl a question asking when the day-dwellers had ever held off on raiding a Gobh'lin settlement because there were young present. He wanted to ask what made her think she had earned any favors from him. But what truly enraged him was his impulse to reason. So it was anger with himself that drove his arm and powered the open-handed slap that sent Safi reeling to the floor.

Brutally he yanked on the chain and hauled her back to him until his face was inches from hers. "You think you've earned more favors?" he growled. "I should kick Slash-Throat awake and make him rape your ass until you scream yourself hoarse and your blood pools on the ground. You. Are. Fuckmeat! I command, you obey. I ask, you answer. You fail to obey, and I punish."

He stared into her wide eyes for a long moment and then pushed her away from him. "Get on your knees, fuckmeat. Face away from me and put your head to the floor. Now."

His voice had gone from hot anger to cold determination and he wondered if she was smart enough to understand the difference, or experienced enough to pick up on his artifice.

He had been angry, yes, but now he was seeing the gold in the coal. 'Young are no good as workers and heavy females can't move quickly. If they're whelping then the males will fight hard, but they also won't want to go far. A couple of fires and a strong threat will make them sit in their village and cower. Better that way. No pursuit, and the humans will wonder what bargains they made with us. Discord,' he thought with satisfaction.

Safi's information was good, even if she had not meant to give it to him. 'Still, she needs to know her place,' he decided. 'I wonder how scared she really is about Slash-Throat?'

 

[RainingHeat]

Safi, in reality, had no idea what the Elves did when hunting Goblin, or any others for that matter. Being female, she was allowed to hunt meat, food, but never did she, or would she, participate in a battle, or in the hunting of other races, human, elf, or goblin. The Dark Elven females were another story, but she was not of that blood. And even given her mixed heritage, she still would never have been allowed to raid a village, Goblin, or otherwise. She did not realize how cruel her own kind could be.

Her human half, well, that was a whole other side. She had heard stories of the brutality of humans, some of those stories even rivaled the cruelty of Goblins, tho to tell Safi that now........ she never would believe it. Not given what these 3 Goblins had so far put her thru. Tho if she had been a bit more expierenced, a bit more seasoned, she would know that there were much worse she could have endured than rape and being viciously peirced.

The strike from the Leader had sent her reeling, she hitting the stone floor hard, chest first, her peirced nipples screaming in pain, matching her own cry. She felt the side of her face burning, a large, ugly bruise forming. It was not deep, but no less painful.

Her cry was cut short when she was yanked back to Him, the chain about her throat tightening to a point of nearly choking her.

"You think you've earned more favors?"

"I should kick Slash-Throat awake and make him rape your ass until you scream yourself hoarse and your blood pools on the ground. You. Are. Fuckmeat! I command, you obey. I ask, you answer. You fail to obey, and I punish."

Her wide eyes stared back into his, hers glistening, filled with a deepening fear, yet tinted with a determination to survive, if she could. She did not have the blank, terrified look that most Elven females would have if face to face with a Goblin, her mingled blood showing thru in that stare.

She was coming to understand, slowly, where she would stand, or maybe more appropriately kneel, in this little grouping. She had to gain His trust, His something, anything, in order to survive. He was the only one, she knew, who could protect her at all from the others, if He decided to. And the only way He would, at least so she thought, would be to become valuable to Him, valuable enough that perhaps He would not wish to share her anymore. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but it was all she had. Safi was not sure she could survive a gang rape by more Goblins than these 3, and the Leader had managed to keep the others from tearing into her ass.

She hit the floor once more when He shoved her away, she managing to cushion the blow alittle with her hands and arms. Her breasts hurt, and hurt deeply, and them swinging as she was pushed did not help the intense pain at all. The wire rings felt like searing hot pokers slicing thru her nipples.

"Get on your knees, fuckmeat. Face away from me and put your head to the floor. Now."

Her eyes widened as she looked up at His face, pleading for a moment in her gaze.

"yyyes...... Sir" she whispered, her voice wavering. Safi wished she knew His name, that would make it alittle easier. Then her mind went back, pulling from the depths of her memory...

Who's in charge?" The Leader has asked quietly
"You are, Dart,"

Dart!!!!! His name was Dart.

"yyyyes.... Dart" she repeated. She heard the change in His voice. That was what had triggered her memory. His voice had dropped, from the anger which coated His voice to a much deeper, and much colder, almost monotone, devoid of anger and emotion. The other Goblin had backed right down when His voice had dropped like that before, and Safi had to wonder what Dart had done. Obviously something that scared the other Goblins.

She was on her hands and knees, and slowly turned her body away from Him. She was trembling, tears forming and falling, but she managed to keep silent, at least for the moment. It was not easy by any means. He had kept His word before, she thought, but she had pushed Him into breaking it. But, better He rape her in the ass, than attack her village. Could she bargain that with Him?? Did she dare?? But Safi knew, that would not work. He would not be pushed into that. He was in control, and this was His way of proving that, especially to her.

Safi laid her head to the floor, raking her nails across the stones as she shook.

"Please Dart, mercy" she whispered, closing her eyes, tensing for what she thought for sure was going to come. The curve of her bared ass shown to Him, her pussy lips still dripping from her most recent rape, dripping seed and her own slick fluids.

She trying to stay stilled, trying to be strong, to get thru this, but as each minute passed, she felt her heart hammering, her mind already feeling Him tearing into her.

"please, please don't do this to me, Dart, pppplease"

 

[Otto26]

The sight, the sound, and, he inhaled deeply, the smell of Safi were deeply arousing to Dart. His cock stirred, rapidly hardening and seeking to escape the confines of his loincloth. The only thing that marred the perfection of the moment was her use of his name.

Casting about, he spied a length of rope and snatched it up, swinging it around and laying it across Safi's upthrust ass. He could see the rope strike, time seeming to slow enough for him to make out every detail: the rope laying down against her flesh, dimpling it, while the end reached around her hip like the caress of a vicious lover, and then the whole length dragged back, scraping across her flesh and leaving its mark as he pulled it back.

The sound that escaped her throat was music to his soul, resonating in his heart and with the pulse of his blood. The rope had left a red stripe upon her flesh, an increasingly vivid line that led his eyes past her rosy red asshole to her wet sex, still distended from Slash-Throat's fuck and glistening with his seed, and probably Dart's, as well as her own honey. Blood, cum, and her fluids spotted her spread thighs and the trickle of blood from where Slash-Throat had pinched her had dried in a crimson streak.

He swung the rope again, laying down another stripe purely for the joy of hearing her scream and watching her flesh react to the stroke. Then he squatted down behind her trembling form and spoke softly.

"Dart is the name of a leader, used by followers. I am not your leader and you are not my follower."

His hand lashed out, open palm smacking into her flesh, claws raking lightly across her ass cheek.

"I am your god, Safi. You will worship me, and sacrifice to me, and pray for my favor, and you will cower before my judgement," he promised. The tip of a clawed finger traced lightly along the line of the first stroke of the rope, gently scraping and making her body vibrate in response. "You will call me 'lord'," he instructed and then stood and went to sit by the door where he could see her.

"Fuck yourself, Safi. Use your fingers to draw forth your pleasure, and pray that I judge your efforts and results worthy of turning aside my wrath," he said cheerfully.

 

[RainingHeat]

Her whole body jerked, shuddered, when the rope struck, the thick length digging into her skin, the force sounding like the savage crack of a whip against her flesh. Safi's scream, torn from her throat, echoed into the air around her, stirring even the nearly comatose Slash-Throat and Ripper out of their sex induced fogs. She raked her nails so hard across the stone ridden ground that she made deep scars across the surface. She pitching forward, nearly collapsing, but somehow, either by force of will, or the sheer terror of angering Him even more, she managed to stay in position as the rope was drawn back, leaving a deep, seeping, red slash to the curve of her ass, reaching around her hip.

Safi was shuddering when the next blow hit, again biting into her skin, her scream once more singing out in her pain, her despair. She lurching forward this time, unable to stay in position, the burning, agonizing pain, weakening her.

She was whimpering, moaning, when she felt Dart strike a third time, this time using His hand. An explosion of pain rocketed thru her yet again, as her body quaked, trembled.

"Dart is the name of a leader, used by followers. I am not your leader and you are not my follower."

His voice had that same deadly chill to it, spoken softly, devoid of any emotion, even anger. Safi was learning this was not the voice she wanted to hear from the Goblin leader, and she realized why the other two feared Him.

"I am your god, Safi. You will worship me, and sacrifice to me, and pray for my favor, and you will cower before my judgement,"

"You will call me 'lord',"

Safi whimpered in response, feeling His taloned finger trailing along the mark the rope whip had made, as if admiring her bleeding flesh. Just that touch brought a renewed pain, she cowering slightly back from Him, unable to even lift her head from where it rested on the cold ground, long dark hair fanning out about her.

"Lord" she whsipered, the word barely audible.

"Fuck yourself, Safi. Use your fingers to draw forth your pleasure, and pray that I judge your efforts and results worthy of turning aside my wrath,"

She had not even realized that He had moved away from her, that His touch was gone, until she heard the sound of His voice over near the door, the only means of escape. It was not lost on her why He chose there to sit. Goblins were not normally subtle, that was for sure, but this One, was more intelligent, more clever than most. It was His subtle way of showing her that there was no escape, that He indeed was her life, and her death. Her Lord.

His request, finally sinking into her pain-filled mind. Fuck herself. Finger herself. So that He could watch. Yet another way to shame her, humiliate her. Yet Safi was too shocked, and too terrified to even think of refusing. He still held the rope in His hand. She was not sure she wanted to feel Him whip her with it again.

"yes................... my Lord" she managed to answer, the words sickening her, she looking down with her tear stained eyes.

She turned to her back, which in and of itself was painful. The lash marks on her ass burning with a renewed sting as she settled, weeping, spreading her legs for Him to see, to watch, to enjoy. She felt so filthy, so obscene, so...... defeated. She wanted to beg Him to not make her do this, but she knew now that would only bring a beating, one she knew she would not endure.

The other two looked on, vaguely aware that Dart was doing something to her, with her, watching her, something.

Safi reached down, dipping her fingers within the slit of her pussy. She had done this before, on several occassions even tho she had been told that it was dirty, that only her mate should ever touch her there. Despite that, several of the elven girls had tried it. And some told her that humans did it all the time. It did feel good, she could never deny that, even tho it was forbidden.

This time it did not start out feeling good. She felt shamed, humiliated, foul and filthy, but she dared not stop. The tips of her delicate fingers began stroking, slowly, caressing along the pussy lips, the sensation somewhat soothing as she let herself feel it, her fingers beginning to get just a little wet. Her hips began to move with her gentle stroking, allowing one finger to delve a bit deeper, finding her hole, she still wet, with cum, blood, seed. She pushed her finger within, whimpering because she hurt inside from her multiple rapes, yet again, her massaging herself felt soothing. She would not hurt herself.

Safi did not look at Dart as she did this, instead closing her tear filled eyes. She let herself fall back some, resting now on the ground fully, hips lifting to her fingers and hand, the clit awakening, her silence turned to a low moan, that she tried to hide. Her wetness was spreading now, coating her still tender pussy lips, dripping from inside her. As she worked herself like this, she could feel His eyes on her, as well as those of the other 2, her face flush in her shame.

 

[Otto26]

"Good fuck meat," Ripper commented groggily. Slash-Throat nodded in silent agreement. Both of them were edging towards Safi, but Dart held up his hand.

"Let her finish," he said. Slash-Throat just nodded again and settled down on his haunches to observe Safi's self-love. Ripper looked annoyed for a moment, but only a moment, and he didn't argue at all. That reaction alone made Safi worth her weight in copper to Dart. Ripper always pushed. If Dart could use Safi to better keep him in line.... 'Then I won't have to kill him,' he thought with satisfaction.

"She likes it," Slash-Throat said with amusement.

"Good fuck meat," Ripper repeated, as if that explained everything.

Dart understood their comments and agreed with them. Safi was trying to hide it, trying to hide from them with her eyes squeezed shut, but her body was betraying her. It squirmed on the floor, despite her intentions, and her chest was bright with the flush of blood and moving rapidly as her breathing quickened.

Dart started clapping his hands in time to the motions of Safi's fingers and Slash-Throat and Ripper, grinning broadly, joined in. Dart saw her eyes open in shock and then her body heaved as she came. The gobhs growled their approval, would have howled if they weren't hiding, and laughed.

"Good, Safi," Dart allowed. He checked, again, the chain that secured her collar to the ring in the floor, and then told her to get some rest.

Night time was hardest for Dart and the others. They wanted to be up and moving about, but this close to the raid they had to stay concealed in the cellar. The others would be arriving soon, possibly even tonight, and they couldn't run the risk of alerting the local meat. If the meat happened to find signs left by their earlier scouting, they would see that the signs were old and would likely write it off to a passing party. Patience, the virtue of the elves, was not a trait the gobh'lin possessed in any great abundance and even Dart was finding it a difficult skill to practice.

"Go check the snares, Slash-Throat," Dart ordered. That, at least, posed little risk and might yield something fresh and bloody to eat. If not... more dried meat. And it gave Slash-Throat an opportunity to move. If a gobh didn't have something to keep him occupied he'd succumb to the gobhar sooner or later.

Ripper amused himself by sharpening his weapons and, when he'd done that for twice as long as necessary, by sharpening his claws. But, again, he was calmer. Dart was glad for that because the only thing he had to keep his mind on was the raid and all the ways it could go wrong. That made the remainder of the night pass slowly. Particularly when Slash-Throat came back empty-handed and they had to break their teeth on the hard meat.

They were alert for a possible dawn attack, which the day-dwellers seemed to prefer for some reason none of the gobhs could understand, but when the sun was well on it's way towards the heights, they relaxed and began to feel drowsy.

"I'll take Safi for a walk and get her clean," Dart announced.

The others didn't bother to reply. They finished washing in the puddle in the corner and then headed for the nest each had constructed.

Dart pulled on a pair of eye-protectors, thin bark with narrow slits to cover the eyes and a crude leather strap to hold them on, before unlocking Safi's chain from the floor ring and giving it a yank to wake her. He gave her a moment to awake before climbing up into the light and dragging her after him.

The stream was a large one, clear and relatively fast moving. But it wasn't particularly deep or wide. The remains of a stone building sat beside an artificial waterfall that the stream had partly destroyed. Water poured into a wider area, a millpond, at the base. Some of it was shaded, though most was in the sun.

Dart fastened Safi's chain by looping it around one ankle, then the other, and twisting the link shut with his fingers. She'd be able to walk, but not run. Satisfied with this, he dove into the shadowed portion of the pond and then surfaced beneath the waterfall, letting the rushing water pour over him.

"Bathe," he ordered.

 

[RainingHeat]

Safi had never felt so dirty in her life.

She wished she had more control over her body, over the reactions that came and went, over the feelings that flooded her senses, whether those feelings be anger, happiness, pleasure, pain, disappointment, love, shame, and the myriad of other emotions that could so easily overflow. Fact was, this was a war she had been battling since she was young. It was one of the reasons why she had insisted on learning to hunt, where most Elven girls hated it. It was one of the reasons why she had insisted on tracking the prey so far from home. Maybe one could say it was the reason she had been captured, trying to prove herself to her Elvin kin.

She heard the crude remarks of the other Goblins, their voices grating thru her. But it did not quell the mounting wave of pleasure that her fingers were bringing her.

Safi had never felt so dirty in her life.

Her climax washed over her, eyes wide and staring up, rolling back as her body shook, the orgasm shuddering thru her. She felt her sex spasm, tighten, felt the spilling of warm wetness, slick and coating. Her gasping hid her moans at least, somewhat.

"Good, Safi,"

She heard Dart. His words made her feel humiliated. Yet, at least He was pleased enough that He would not strike her again with that rope whip.

Turning away from the 3 Goblins, she curled up in the fetal position, quietly sobbing before exhaustion took over and she fell asleep, her shallow breathing slowly deepening. She did not hear the others at this point. Her mind and body desperartely needed sleep, and would no longer be denied.

Even the rising of the sun did not wake Safi as it usually would have, had she been at home. It was not until the yank of her collar, momentarily choking her, that she shot open her eyes, crying out. Shaking her head, her long matted hair hiding her face, she trying to comprehend what was happening, her mind refusing to acknowledge where she was at this particular moment. Another yank brought her to her feet, making her very aware at this point.

She took note that the other 2 Goblins had settled in to sleep. She had forgotten, in all that was happening to her, that Goblins were night roamers, in most cases. They would sleep the balance of the day away.

But where was Dart taking her? The cold hand of fear grasped her belly again as she followed Him. Was He going to kill her? Why take her somewhere to kill her? That made no sense to her. She knew Goblins better than that. She was fresh meat afterall.

It was the sound of falling water that came to her ears that alerted her to the nearby water.

WATER!!!!

The millpond looked divine to her. Perhaps it was not the most ideal of ponds. Perhaps it was not the cleanest. But it was water, running water too boot. It would be clean enough.

She gave no fight as Dart effectively hobbled her. She was still trying to deal with all this, the idea of running was not forefront in her mind at the moment. That would only get her killed.

A moment later and He dove in, surfacing beneath the falling water.

"Bathe," he ordered.

He did not have to say it twice. Her dive into the water was a hell of a lot more graceful than His has been. Even hobbled she could easily swim. The cool water felt so good on her skin. The layers of dirt washing away, her long dark mane streaming out behind her as the water stripped the tendrils clean of the grime that had tangled her hair. She surfaced near where He stood, taking in a deep breath of air. She flipped her long hair back, streaming rivulets of water lacing down her spine, trailing along the curve of her hips. She stood in the sun, feeling the warmth dancing over her form, her skin glistening in the morning glow. Safi turning her face to the light, the tip of her tongue slipping out to lick the water from her lips. It even tasted good. Refreshing. Again, it may not have been the most clean, but her thirst didn't care.

She looked at Dart, then slowly approached the waterfall, joining Him beneath it, tho not standing too close. Tilting her head up once more, she drank deeply, the cool water quenching her thirst, her throat working to swallow, she able to feel the crude collar tighten some as she did so.