Goblins

[AmbrosiaCaress]

She was near exhausted, physically, and mentally. She heard His growled "Good fuckmeat," but was unable to respond in her weakened state. A low moan was all that she could muster at the moment, her sweat covered body shivering on the grass.

Curling up, she closed her eyes once He climbed off of her. Safi wanted nothing more than to sleep, to sleep and forget the humiliation her own actions.... HER OWN ACTIONS... had brought her. She could not blame Dart, maybe she wanted to, but she knew she could not. She could blame Him for capturing her, could blame Him for raping her, could blame Him for marking her, but she could not blame Him for the humiliation she now felt, after she had begged Him to fuck her.

She was as mindful of the other Elves, staring at her and Dart, as He was.

"You breed good fuckmeat," he told them. "Safi's almost worn out, but she'll be ready for you in a minute. Won't you, Safi?"

She felt her cheeks blaze red, her body slumping, a low sob coming from the depths of her.

"She was NOT bred by us" one growled.

"She is nothing but a filthy half-breed. Serves her right to be the rutting bitch of a Goblin" another chimed in.

"Do not even THINK she is representative of US" came an older voice. A female voice.

"She is a half-breed. Obviously it is her foul human half that drives her" that same voice explained before turning away.

Safi knew that voice, she had heard it so many times in her life. So many times, she had heard the same phrase, filthy half-breed, disgusting human half. It was her own mother's older sister, who would not, and could not, accept the half-breed daughter that her younger sister had birthed. Safi knew that voice well. Arilla had always thought Safi was the evil incarnate. Had refused to look upon her, had refused to speak to her, had refused to allow her own children near the half-breed.

Safi had all but forgotten Arilla once she had gotten old enough to ignore the hurtful remarks. And given her situation, she had certainly had more to think and worry about than the hateful words of her and the other Elves. Until now........

"Shut your mouth" Safi managed to growl, her words low, eyes turning to focus on the retreating older Elf. "Go back to your perfect family and your perfect life and do not mention myself, nor my mother, AGAIN" It was the heat of her anger that allowed Safi the strength to speak, even if she could barely lift her head. Her eyes met Dart's then, and Safi's golden gaze fell to the ground. "Sorry, my Lord" she quietly apologized, hearing Arilla snicker in the distance.

 

[Otto26]

Dart would have laughed, but that would just have encouraged Safi. Her little outburst was amusing but hardly the sort of behavior one encouraged in fuckmeat. He resolved to punish her later, sometime when she thought she was safe and the terror of chastisement would catch her unaware. 'Another carving,' he thought. It would be nice to restrain her and watch her squirm and sob as he sharpened his claw, to hear her try and stifle her cries of pain as he slowly made shallow slices in her soft flesh. He could feel her flesh parting beneath him and his memory conjured up visions of her crimson blood. 'Something on her ass, running down the side of her leg,' he decided. He felt his cock stirring in response to the pleasant thoughts, but even such powerful imagery and memory couldn't bring it fully back to life.

Not that he felt he could do much even if his member had been made of iron; he was spent and deep in the embrace of the denar. Sitting up, he reached over and pushed and pulled at Safi's limbs, arranging her to his liking and then laying back with his head and shoulders pillowed by her belly and chest; her body could still serve his needs. And if he could not thrust into her body with his spear, he could still pierce her soul with his words.

"But for your little outburst I'm very pleased with you Safi. Once you get past that elfmeat nonsense in your bones you become excellent fuckmeat: hot, insatiable, and eager. She was right, you know, there's no other place you'd fit in. Can you imagine your life amongst the elfmeat? Despised and all but cast out. Hungry for cock to fill that emptiness inside you. You're fortunate to have found your place in life."

He closed his eyes and sank a little deeper into the denar. The elfmeat wouldn't kill him, not in their village. They'd try it after he left. So he was safe for now. Mostly.

"If the sun begins to touch my body, wake me," he ordered.

His words to Safi had been easy to find; he'd merely had to look to a place in his own soul, his own condition. That hate had been carefully guarded for as long as he could remember. And he'd fed it over the years, every insult, every beating, every hint of a slight had contributed to it. But he'd also used it every day as he carefully clawed his way to a position where he could do something about it. And that worried him. A true gobh would nurse a grudge, of course, but they would simply wait for the right time to kill their enemy. Dart plotted. He would pass up an opportunity to kill an enemy because he saw a better opportunity ahead. And that was not like a gobh. That was like an elf.

He snarled to himself as he always did when he thought on this subject. His paternity. His shame. His key to power. He hated it and everyone that had ever looked down on him because of it, but he used it. Sometimes he thought his accusers were right, that he wasn't truly gobh in his soul. And he hated them for suggesting it and he hated his father's blood because then he turned around and did something un-gobh to prove his accusers wrong.

Safi shifted slightly for no reason that was apparent to him and broke his stream of thought. The gobhar that had been building in him subsided and the denar surged to the front. And then there was Safi and the revelations she brought with her. For a moment he felt his hatred rising again, but a faint whiff of Safi's cunt caught his attention and he was once again at peace. 'I should despise her,' he thought. 'Fuckmeat to be used and discarded, nothing else. Too weak even to resist. And yet... I don't despise her. She's fuckmeat, not a gobh. Should I despise the sky because it is not the mountains? Should I despise myself because my father was a dark elf?'

The thought was too big to be parsed by itself and the denar too appealing to be denied. He sank fully into it while strange thoughts and powerful memories swam freely in his thoughts and he slept.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Safi did not protest nor even tense when Dart arranged her beneath Him, laying His head and shoulders against the softness of her belly and chest. She had seen lovers lay in this exact position, ironically. The thought was both amusing, and equally disturbing to her. She was not Dart's lover, she was His captive, His possession, His.... slave. Yet, if one were to look upon them from a distance, one would not be able to distinguish a difference between them, and actually lovers laying in one another's embrace.

It was clear, even if she dared not protest or say anything at this point, that she were not happy. Not happy at all with the appearance of Arilla, or at her own reaction to her. Safi had thought she had learned to deal with her Elven Aunt a long time ago. Yet, her face burned with shame at Arilla having witnessed Dart's mating of her, and her reactions to what He was doing to her.

All these thoughts were racing around in her mind, keeping her completely distracted. No wonder she was so easily pliable until Dart got comfortable.

"But for your little outburst I'm very pleased with you Safi. Once you get past that elfmeat nonsense in your bones you become excellent fuckmeat: hot, insatiable, and eager. She was right, you know, there's no other place you'd fit in. Can you imagine your life amongst the elfmeat? Despised and all but cast out. Hungry for cock to fill that emptiness inside you. You're fortunate to have found your place in life."


His words slid into the confusion of her thoughts and for a moment, she thought she had said them to herself, that her own mind was trying to rationalize everything that had happened in the last days and nights.

But it was not her mind, her words, they were His.

And..... He was right......

She had been despised by most, long before meeting up with Dart, Slash-Throat and Ripper. She had been all but cast out, and she had been more than empty for a very long time. She had been hunting.. ALONE.... trying to prove herself. Elves never hunted alone, and NEVER allowed a female to travel unaccompanied, let alone hunt by herself. But they didn't care about HER.... They had never cared about her.

All because her mother had fallen in love with that human hunter and had allowed herself to carry his seed.... and, given birth to HER...

The Elven had not so much accepted her as tolerated her.

He was right, to live among them now, would be worse than death. She was reviled before, she would be even more so now.

He, was all she had.... all she had to fill that empty hole that gnawed inside her.

Safi shifted uncomfortably under Him, the thoughts eating at her, a cold shiver racing down her spine.

"If the sun begins to touch my body, wake me,"

"yes my Lord" she answered quietly.


She wondered what thoughts went thru His mind... she wondered about Him, and she heard the words of the Goblin King, Great Hook... Good thing he's a bastard without a family to draw on or he'd be sitting here now.

A Bastard..... without a family.... What did that mean??? She had always been considered a bastard half-breed child, of a Elven female with no mate. The Hunter was human, he was not the mate of her mother and never would or could be.... and now, she no longer had a family, her mother slipping into her eternal sleep several seasons ago. Dart had no family.... He was a bastard, just as she was.... Was He a half-bred Goblin???? The thought burned into her mind.....Were they destined to have met?? Had it been destined that she belong to Him, just as her mother had mated with a non-Elf??? Was it because He was a Half-Breed too??? The thoughts danced in her head as she let her own eyes close for a time, feeling the Goblin's steady breathing.

Like Him, she knew they were safe for the moment. Slash and Ripper were close by, and the Elves would not invite the curse of death into their own village if it could be avoided. And Dart was not a threat. In fact, He had warned them of a more dangerous, lethal threat, and she was sure that even now, the Elders and the Warriors were discussing just what to do with the information given....

The humans were not so lucky, and would have no forwarning.

 

[Otto26]

The thick foliage of the trees was a slowly shifting mass of light and shadows that danced above Dart. For a brief and terrifying moment he was unsure of where he was; what was happening. The he felt Safi shift beneath him and memory and confidence came flooding back. His lips peeled back from his teeth in a grim smile. He was nearly alone in an elf village, in a forest that would soon be filled with the detritus of war and a hatred for all things of the gobh'lin, and as many of his own people would want his head. 'Glorious!' he exulted.

He inhaled deeply, questing for a scent of Safi's cunt, but instead the hint of smoke tickled at the edge of his senses. Then he smelled blood. Casting his eyes to the side he saw movement. The elves were sloppy, tired, smeared with smoke and blood and moving without their usual care. He watched them carefully, studying them, assessing. He smiled again when he weighed his observations and reached a conclusion: victorious. Bloodied, battered, shocked, and exhausted, but not defeated.

Quietly, carefully, he surreptitiously stretched his muscles, flexing them to work the blood in and the stiffness out. He wouldn't need to move quickly yet, probably not, but it was better to be ready than not. He was betting his life the elves wouldn't attack him until he'd left their village. 'An ambush. Between here and the village, my village. And Ripper and Slash-Throat will be wild with the gobhar. Or the fukhar. Or both... I can use that...'

"Darkspawn!" The call came from one of the elders; the female one that had taunted Safi. "Get out, darkspawn! And take your filthy whore with you."

Dart chuckled and rose with a slowness he intended to be insolent and spoke in tones calculated to be insulting. "You seem upset. Did the gobh'lin kill so very many of your men? You could beg them to make good the loss, you know."

The elf's hiss of indrawn breath could be heard across the clearing. "Dead, darkspawn. Your king and kind are dead and scattered for the carrion feeders, their eyes turned to the earth, ever denied the stars in their death. Go. Now."

Dart turned away, not in obedience, but to hide the smile he could not stop. The elf knew nothing of the gobh'lin, or the earth. And she'd told him what he wanted to know: Great Hook was dead. The gobh'lin would scatter for the hills, each hoping to profit his clan with the news and bring them to power. He would have little to fear from them at the moment.

"Heel, fuckmeat," he ordered as he walked towards the edge of the village.

******

Ripper and Slash-Throat whistled to him as he approached their hiding spot. He waved his hand, a subtle motion telling them to move further into the woods. He didn't bother trying to spot any elves that might be following them; he wouldn't see them and it wouldn't matter. They'd be waiting, somewhere up ahead.

Ripper stepped out of the foliage, his eyes mad with barely restrained lust. Dart grinned. "Service them, fuckmeat."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Safi herself had fallen asleep as well, beneath Dart. She had only allowed herself this small luxery because, 1, the sun would be well hidden beneath the blanket of clouds that had formed overhead, and would not threaten Dart at all, and 2, her keen hearing, a benefit of her Elven blood would hear any approaching. She had indeed taken note of the Elven Warriors silently disappearing into the shadows of the trees. Her ears had heard the death cries of the Goblins that were so easily found and ambushed.

It was those sounds that allowed her to sleep. None would bother her or Dart for the moment. And she knew that Ripper and Slash were watchful in the forest. They were not exhausted from use of her. Not yet at least.

She was awake just moments before Dart stirred. Her eyes were already fixed on the emerging Elves, thick with the stench of battle, blood, and death.

Darkspawn!" The call came from one of the elders; the female one that had taunted Safi. "Get out, darkspawn! And take your filthy whore with you."

Dart chuckled and rose with a slowness he intended to be insolent and spoke in tones calculated to be insulting. "You seem upset. Did the gobh'lin kill so very many of your men? You could beg them to make good the loss, you know."

The elf's hiss of indrawn breath could be heard across the clearing. "Dead, darkspawn. Your king and kind are dead and scattered for the carrion feeders, their eyes turned to the earth, ever denied the stars in their death. Go. Now."

She was silent thruout the exchange. She knew that the Elf spoke the truth. They were vicious when at war, when protecting their own. She hoped that Dart would stay His taunting tongue. They were exhausted and shocked, but would think nothing of killing Him depsite their agreement if He pushed the issue. For the moment, it was the fact that His warning alone had saved many lives more than likely. Had the Elves been caught offguard...........

"Heel, fuckmeat,"

His command interrupted her thoughts. Safi took a last look at where she had once called home, and turned to follow Dart. She had no other choice.

She did take notice that several of the male Elves that had left for the battle, did not return. Had they been killed? Or........

Would a trap be laid, waiting for the 3 Goblins and Safi?? They had honored their word, had not attacked Dart in the village, had promised Him the location He desired. They had NOT promised to allow Him to get to that abandoned village safely. The thought sent a chill thru her, shivering down her bare spine.

She turned to Dart, wanting to voice her concerns, or.... should she let whatever happen.... happen????

"I...." her voice was cut off by Ripper, who had burst thru the underbrush. Neither he, nor Safi, heard Dart's order to "Service them, fuckmeat."... Ripper pounced on her with a lustfilled growl, his eyes wide with his need, knocking her to the ground, her breath pushed from her chest as she tried to cry out, more in shock than anything else, Ripper was mounting her before she could "service him". Viciously yanking her legs apart, his raging hard cock barely concealed, he free'd himself, and with a wet grunt, slammed himself into her, shoving his hardness into her pussy, feeling the tightness opening, the silken muscles wrapping around his plunging cock. The wetness of her cunt flooding forth, heated, slick, as Ripper shoved himself inside her, balls deep, letting out a low, contented groan. He did not pause to enjoy the feel of Safi's cunt once more grasping his cock. Instead, Ripper began to pound into her, his body widly rocking, hips pistoning, his cock thrusting in and out of her, the scent of her sex, along with the wet sound of the assualt, permeating the air around Dart and Slash. Ripper was grunting in time with his motions, his claws digging into her shoulders, drawing forth blood, warm wet trickles lacing slowly down her skin. Her own cries were strangled for a moment when Ripper grabbed her tongue with his lips, in an obscene kiss, before pulling back to lower his head, and mouth, to her breasts. She nearly screamed in pain when his fangs raked over her nipples, first one then the other, the rings within still tender, more droplets of blood now gliding down her skin.

Slash shrugged at Rippers animal mating of Safi and got down on his knees at her head. He had to silence her, at least somewhat, and slapped his hand over her mouth. Ripper was fucking her much to hard for him to think of using her mouth for the moment, but at least this would keep her somewhat quiet. Her cries were muffled now, making the sound even more erotic, if one could hear them and at the moment, only the 3 of them could. Ripper sucked a nipple into his mouth, tasting her sweet, heated blood, the drops thick, deep red, and that only increased his fucking of her. He lifted his head and nearly howled, his breath coming in deep, grunting gasps, his face bright red with his exertions, eyes bulging wide. Slash had to quiet a laugh at the face of his friend, and shot a look to Dart, who was watching intently.

Her cunt was flowing now with her lubricating juices, her body shuddering with every thrust of the Goblin atop her. Slash slid his clawed middle finger into her mouth as he held her silent, feeling her sucking desperately now that digit, her cries and moans vibrating along the length. The sensation was exquisite. Safi's teeth gripped his knuckle, pulling his finger deeper into her throat, as she felt the orgasm within her beginning to build. Her pussy walls grasping and pusling against Ripper's moving cock, his body slamming into hers, the heat of his near rape mating of her building. Slash leaned down, and began whispering in Safi's ear....

"you like being raped, taken, used, fuckmeat. You want the feel of Goblin cock inside you, splitting you open, mating you. Your cunt wants to be filled, over and over, and you want the heat to consume you, don't you Safi. You want Ripper to fuck you. You want me to use you. You want Dart to rape you. You want it Safi, you beg for it... BEG FOR IT" Slash-Throat's voice hummed in her ear, she moaning in response, her legs wrapping around Rippers pumping hips, her own hips lifting as the climax approached, about to hurl her over the abyss...

Safi's orgasm exploded thru her, her body going tense, stilled for a moment, Ripper still raging atop her. She screamed around Slash-Throat's finger, the wash of her cum flooding over Ripper's cock, soaking into his shaft and driving him over the edge, he ramming his cock one last time into her and jetting his seed, thick, hot, overflowing, into her willing, accepting, and convulsing cunt.

Slash-Throat smiled, feeling her crying around his finger, lips trembling beneath his hand. Tears freely flowing from her eyes, whether in shame, or just in the heat of the moment. It felt as if she twitched and shook forever before finally calming down some, Ripper collasping atop her, gasping for air, his growl fading slowly.

Pulling his finger from her throat, Safi too gasped for air as the hand that was quieting her was removed. She could not move from where she lay, and for that matter, neither could Ripper. Slash-Throat smugly grinned, running that wet, clawed finger along the trail of blood that stained her shoulders from where Ripper's claws had torn into her. He tasted the sweetness, the warmth, thick with her lust. It was like tasting the purest of honey.

"My turn" Slash simply said, grabbing Ripper and physically throwing him off the now prone body of Safi. Ripper landed several feet away, unable to get up. Lost in thr grips of the release, the fukhar. He was useless now, and would be for a good amount of time.

Slash-Throat was not to be denied, even tho he, was a bit more controlled than Ripper. He always was able to retain more control than Ripper. But as soon as he got a look at her cunt, the wetness dripping from her, the heavy scent enticing him, he felt that same lust that Ripper did beginning to come over him.

Grabbing her hips, he easily flipped her over to her belly, his claws sliding beneath her and lifting, her hips and ass raised. Saft gripped the ground, for a moment she whimpered, a soft begging "no... please...." she was more than sore from Ripper's mating, the idea of another, even tho she knew she had no choice. Slash-Throat laughed, his hardened cock now free in his hand. Wrapping an arm about her waist, he thrust forward, his cock easily finding and gliding into, that slick, wet hole of her pussy. Even just used, she was still tight, the muscles contracting around this new invader, grasping, pulsing, her heartbeat could be felt thru the slick walls that now gripped him.

Leaning over her, he began moving his hips, thrusting in and out of her. Not with quite the animal wildness of Ripper. Slash-Throat wanted to enjoy every motion and not become lost in the mating of her. His cock made a wet sound as it moved inside her, accented by the slapping of her ass to his hips. His balls rocking forward with each movement. Slowly, Slash-Throat began to sit back some, pulling Safi with him. Still inside her. He managed to sit back on his knees now, pulling her onto his lap, she effectively riding him, facing outwards. His claws went to her torn shoulders, raking the skin yet again, bringing forth a fresh flow of blood. Her cries now were muffled, her voice raw from the screams, albeit silenced, from Ripper's taking of her. Several warm trails of blood snaked down the back of her shoulders, and Slash-Throat began to lick, tasting the lust fueled sweetness and nearly purring, as she moved upon his cock, up and down, almost slowly, sensually.

She looked up at Dart, who was now standing in front of her.

 

[Otto26]

Dart absolutely had to laugh and quietly did so. Safi was an enticing sight, red streaked shoulders and breasts bobbing up and down as she wetly rode Slash-Throat's cock. He could see her cunt wrapping itself tightly around his flesh, anointing it with her fluids, welcoming it deep inside her. What made him laugh, though, was the look on her face and, particularly, in her eyes. They were bright with unshed tears, but they were feverish as well. She was terrified, humiliated, in pain - but she wanted more. His eyes took in her parted lips and the tongue that almost appeared behind them, her heaving chest, and the way her fingers twitched.

Oh yes, he had to laugh. Whatever else she might have been, Safi was Gobh fuckmeat now and the knowledge amused him. She'd fight herself and lose, again and again and Dart would take such delight in her sorrow and heat. If he survived that long, of course. The thought brought him back to the overall situation and let his quiet laugh trail off into a feral half-smile.

"Be louder, fuckmeat," he ordered and backed into the shadows of the forest. It never for a moment occurred to him to add a threat to his command; he was of the Gobh'lin, the threat was assumed. If she failed to obey him he would teach her later what screaming was about. Again, assuming he survived. Slash-Throat, even in the grips of the fukhar, particularly the weak ones he experienced, was smart enough to understand that he had become bait. But even as weak as his fukhar was, it was strong enough to make him not care. Not right then. Later, perhaps.

Dart backed into the underbrush and pulled out his blowpipe and darts, loading it and bringing it to his lips before willing himself to remain absolutely motionless. Remaining still was a function of patience, and patience was not a trait the Gobh'lin possessed in any great quantity. The tendency was to tense the muscles and use force to fight the body, but Dart had learned to relax his muscles, to fool his body into thinking it had won. It was still hard. Doubly so with the sight of Slash-Throat and Safi before him. His cock snaked impatiently from side to side in unsuppressed desire and his mind tortured him with memories of Safi: the taste of her blood, the smell of her cunt, the feeling of her flesh giving way before his cock and claw...

He almost missed the movement. If the elf had been older, less tired, less enraged, then Dart would have missed the movement. Of course, if the elf had been those things it would have noticed Dart crouching in the shadows or, at the very least, that he wasn't sitting with Ripper or Slash-Throat. But the elf was all of those things and still more enraged by the sight of Safi riding Slash-Throat. A distant portion of Dart's brain wondered whether the elf was more enraged by Slash-Throat fucking Safi or Safi fucking Slash-Throat.

Then they moved and Dart could see there were three of them, bows hanging over their backs as they closed with swords. He puffed, reloaded, puffed, rolled to the side and reloaded, rolled again, and puffed. The last elf stumbled within inches of him and Dart drove the sharp muzzle of his blowpipe into the elf's eye. It killed the elf, but Dart didn't know that, didn't care. He only knew the gobhar and the glorious incandescent rage of the lust to kill. Subtlety was gone and feral cunning drove his sword down onto the second, kneeling, elf's block, twisting so the point fell against his throat and pushing forward into his firm flesh with a spray of blood. Dart's cock was hard in his loincloth as he laughed into the dying face of the young elf and then left him to expire alone and afraid. His roll carried him under the arrow loosed by the last elf. Panicked, the young warrior attempted to parry Dart's sword with his bow while his hand groped on the ground for his own discarded sword. Dart flicked with the tip of his blade and fingertips fell to the ground with the useless bow. The elf found the handle to his sword and seized it, triumph flaring and fading in his eyes as he found he could not lift it. Dart, one foot planted on the blade of the elf's sword, snarled in savage delight and brought his other foot forward in a motion that was half kick and half stamp. It dislocated the elf's elbow and drove his body down towards the ground, exposing the back of his head. Dart negligently dropped the pommel of his sword onto that fair-haired target and the elf collapsed.

It was hard not to howl his victory to the shadows and Dart might have failed to suppress his instinct had he not had another channel to vent himself. His head turned to bring his rabid gaze upon Safi and he smiled at the fear and the lust in her eyes. Quick, sure footsteps placed him in front of her and then his cock was thrusting into her mouth and down her throat as his hands knotted tightly in her hair. His hips began to move, smashing her nose against his hairy pelvis with each powerful thrust.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

A reminder of what Safi looks like:

http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a360/AmbrosiaCaress/elven1.jpg

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"Be louder, fuckmeat,"

The words swam into her ear. So lost was she, only feeling the sensations of Slash-Throat's cock shoving itself deep inside her writhing body, it actually took her a minute or 2 to decipher what he said. "Be louder".. Safi had no idea why, but it was easy enough to obey. Her voice sang out, rising and falling now as she rose and fell upon the thick cock that she rode upon. And funny thing was, even tho the command had been to her to be louder, Slash-Throat followed suit and his own growlings intensified, mingling with hers.

She had no idea what else was going on tho. It had been hard enough to hear and understand Dart's command, never mind see, or comprehend his attack and killing of the other Elves that had discovered them. No, Safi's whole world at this particular moment was wrapped up in the thrusting of Goblin cock into and out of, and back into, her sopping wet pussy. That was her whole world, until Dart was before her, claws wrapping into her hair, his own hardness suddenly silencing her cries of pleasure into low garbled moans. She had gotten a glimpse of the look in his eyes, rabid, urgent, victorious, before her own eyes could see nothing more than his hairy belly pushing toward her.

She managed to get a deep breath as his cock began working in and out of her mouth. He and Slash-Throat quickly set up a rhythm, where as she was lifted off Slash's cock, Dart's cock slipped free of her lips, allowing her to breathe and cry out, then, as she was forced downwards once more, impaled, Dart's cock gagged her, filling her mouth and throat. Safi joined the obscene motions as well, hips rolling back and forth as she was forced up and down, her mouth suckling deeply on the thickness of Dart. A new flood of wetness spilled forth over Slash-Throat's cock, searing hot, and that sensation, along with the tightness clenching his shaft, catches him a bit by surprise, bringing forth a sudden spasm as his balls twitch, shake, convulse. Slash howls as he drives up and deep into her cunt that last time, pouring forth his seed as his cock pumps, balls emptying... sending Safi suddenly over the edge of her own orgasm... those silken walls grasping and massaging, pulsing around his still spewing cock...

Desperately, Safi tries to scream out, unable to due to Dart's own cock, buried to the back of her throat. He can feel her cry vibrating within, searching for a way out, he can feel and see her body shuddering, hear Slash's howl... her mouth locking down over his member, her thirst for him only intensifying the pressure of her sucking, her drinking of him....

Safi wanted... needed... was desperate for him to fill her mouth, to taste his seed, his cum... the way Slash-Throat had just filled her cunt. To feel Goblin spend dripping from both her mouth and her pussy lips.

 

[Otto26]

The gobhar and the fukhar raged through Dart's body and mind as Safi serviced him. Slash-Throat's climax sent waves through Safi's body and through her into him. Her muffled cry, choked by his flesh, surged into him close on the heels of the first wave. His fingers knotted convulsively in her hair and then, somehow, her mouth became more powerful and his focus narrowed to a point, to Safi, and he exploded into her. The force of his climax staggered him and his hands clung to Safi's hair vainly seeking to steady himself. He fell to a knee, akwardly dragging Safi down as his cum continued to pour into her. His body rocked and he slowly, inexorably, toppled backwards, his hands pulling Safi after him, pulling her off of Slash-Throat. He grunted as he landed on his back, Safi still held against him, his cock still buried in her body, his seed still pumping into her.

Dart felt himself falling into the full depths of the fukhar, the total exhaustion, the complete and utter draining satisfaction. The helplessness. His arms, heavy as lead, lost their grip on Safi and dropped to the grass beside him. His head dropped back, heavy beyond any capacity to hold up. He tried to speak, to growl, but found he could not. A distant part of him laughed at himself; Safi had fucked them all senseless, helpless. There was nothing to prevent her from killing him. He was an idiot and he was so satisfied that he didn't really care.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Deep breath...

Another deep breath....

Safi slowly shook her head. The taste in her mouth was not pleasant, not pleasant at all. But it was not the worst it had been before. Her jaw ached... her pussy ached.. it felt like every muscle ached. But.. she was not caught in the same... condition, as Ripper, Slash-Throat, and Dart. They.. were nearly unconscious. In fact, Ripper had passed out, so hard and fast his release had been. Slash-Throat was blinking, but obviously not seeing. And Dart, he was barely moving.

Slowly, she shook her head again, and got to her feet. It actually felt better to stretch, let the muscles move. A warmth on her skin caused her to pause... tricklets of blood gently wandering down from her shoulders, where Ripper, Slash, one of them she was sure, had sunk their claws in during the midst of fucking her. The wounds stung a little, but she could tell they were not deep.

But...

Would the scent of blood and sex bring other Goblins? Or other Predators? And what of the Elves?

Just as that question crossed her quickly sharpening mind, Safi realized, they were all senseless.. helpless. Dart, Slash, Ripper, all were completely unable to do much of anything at the moment. It took her another full minute to comprehend what the meant...

It meant... she was free... at least for that moment. It meant she could run.. go home... kill them.. yes.. KILL THEM... the words flashed in her mind's eye. KILL THEM. RUN. FREE.

Until more words and memories came racing in.

Darkspawn!" The call came from one of the elders; the female one that had taunted Safi. "Get out, darkspawn! And take your filthy whore with you." ... Filthy Whore...

Another memory... the haunting, sad memory of despised by most, despised long before meeting up with Dart, Slash-Throat and Ripper. She had been all but cast out, and she had been more than empty for a very long time. When they had found her, she had been hunting.. ALONE.... trying to prove herself. Elves never hunted alone, and NEVER allowed a female to travel unaccompanied, let alone hunt by herself. But they didn't care about HER.... They had never cared about her.

"I'm very pleased with you Safi. Once you get past that elfmeat nonsense in your bones you become excellent fuckmeat: hot, insatiable, and eager. There's no other place you'd fit in. Can you imagine your life amongst the elfmeat? Despised and all but cast out. Hungry for cock to fill that emptiness inside you. You're fortunate to have found your place in life." That was Dart's voice ringing in her head...

"you like being raped, taken, used, fuckmeat. You want the feel of Goblin cock inside you, splitting you open, mating you. Your cunt wants to be filled, over and over, and you want the heat to consume you, don't you Safi. You want Ripper to fuck you. You want me to use you. You want Dart to rape you. You want it Safi, you beg for it... BEG FOR IT" Even Slash-Throat, not nearly as smart as Dart, knew....

It seemed that a dozen different scenarios were whirling around in her mind. What if she killed Dart, Slash, and Ripper? What if another Goblin found her. The army... She had no idea where they were, what was happening with them. She had a hard enough time with the 3 of them, the idea of being mounted and fucked by dozens if not more Goblin... And she knew, Dart was the one keeping her alive. Dart was the one who actually was smart enough, and maybe even... the barest bit of compassionate enough, to keep Slash and Ripper from really tearing her apart. Dart was the one she had to thank for the small fact she was still breathing. She would have no such luck with the whole Goblin Army...

And... where did she have to go?

After what happened right in front of her own people... "her own people" .. were they ever really "her people"? She was nothing more than a half breed, to both the Elves and the Humans. The Elves disowned her, not caring, barely tolerating, until now. The Humans, she knew that life with the Humans would be as bad as with the Goblins. Nothing more than a half-breed animal to be used for pleasure. She was sure of that, she had heard stories of that. It would be the same, if the Goblin Army caught her, she be fucked over and over again until dead. If the Humans caught her, she be fucked over and over, revived, and it would just start again.

She had .... no one... Nothing... except....

Dart... Ripper.. and Slash-Throat...

All these thoughts swirled around Safi's mind as she stood there, taking only mere moments. She looked again at the 3, shaking her head. A quick glance around, she saw no one, heard nothing. Darkness was beginning to settle over the land. She knew the Elves would not venture far from safety in the dark, not with the threat of Goblins nearby. Never mind the fact that wherever Goblins hunted, it seemed Humans always followed, either to reap what the Goblin Monsters left behind, or hunt those very Monsters themselves. As for the Goblin Army, Safi did not hear evidence of them either, at the moment.

There was a stream nearby, Safi knew that for a fact. So, what she did, well, would be surprising to any Elf or Human, or... Goblin. She covered the 3, effectively hiding them from any prying eyes, and then quietly, she snuck to the stream to bathe. The thoughts to Kill her Goblin captors was effectively gone. Killing them would not gain her respect to the people she so desperately wanted it from (the Elves). Killing them would leave her more alone than she ever had been before. She was not sure she could handle that. And, lastly, by staying with Dart, Ripper and Slash-Throat, maybe she could keep the Goblins from ever attacking her village.

Even tho they despised her, she was still trying to protect them...

Slowly, Safi, her head now hurting from all the thoughts that were racing thru, cutting thru, her mind, slowly made her way to the stream. She did not even have to think on the way there, she had gone there so much as a child, she knew the way by heart. Thankfully, the path she picked took her away from the Elves that Dart had dispatched, or else her thinking and conclusions may have changed. But she did not come across the bodies, and instead, was greeted by the soft gurgle of running water, a welcome sound, slowly drowning out all the other thoughts in her head. Another scan of the area, seeing no one, hearing nothing for the moment, she stripped off what little she had been deigned to wear and slid into the cool embrace of the water. Nothing, in a long time it seemed, felt soooo good to her... and she let herself finally relax.

It felt wonderful....

It felt like forever that Safi allowed herself to enjoy the cool stream. It was full dark now. How long had she been there? It was that thought that lingered in her mind when she heard the noise, nothing more than the softest of steps. Safi went still. Was that Dart or one of the others? But she already knew it was not. They, being what they were, could never been "that" quiet. The step she heard was that of an Elf.

"Half Breed" the words dripped from his lips. "I heard you were back, I heard all about your little exploits. News does travel fast"

"Kagelen" Safi answered. She knew him. He was not from her village. He was a hunter from a neighboring village. Often, males and females were matched up from her village and his. Helped keep the gene pool fresh. Kagelen had been approached to mate Safi, and he had been so disgusted by the thought, he had actually spit in her face. She remembered that well. It had happened just before her fateful hunting trip and meeting up with the Goblins. In reality, just days before, but to her, it felt like a lifetime. And Kagelen was certainly not afraid of hunting in the dark.

What did he want now?

But she knew a moment later what he wanted. His intent was rock hard beneath his breeches. So, not good enough to take as a mate, but it was quite obvious he thought her good enough for a quick fuck. Even if she was "tainted" by Goblin cock.

"get away from me, Kagelen." Safi hissed, backing up slowly. But he was having none of that, stripping off his breeches, and leaving his bow, and dagger, on the shore, he dove into the water, quickly pursuing the now backpedaling Safi...

 

[Otto26]

Kagelen erupted from the water like a fish, one hand locked on Safi's ankle, the other reaching for her neck. She swung at him, off balance but with a real ferocity, and his nose cracked. She screamed in fear and frustration as he bore her back into the water and then entangled her. She lashed out with her knee, with her hands, but he was simply too big, too powerful. His hand found her throat, squeezing as he pushed her back into the shallower water and covered her with his body, his cock pressed against her cunt, his bloody face over hers.

"Worthless cunt," he accused her. "Goblin bitch. Every village knows you were once considered my equal. And what does that make me you half-breed, traitorous, witch? There's not a single woman of worth who will consider becoming my mate now."

He thrust into her savagely.

"When I hang your head from the door of my home, though," he said, his blood dripping onto her face, his eyes gleaming with a malice she'd seen in the goblins but, somehow, more evil.

 

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"Worthless cunt," he accused her. "Goblin bitch. Every village knows you were once considered my equal. And what does that make me you half-breed, traitorous, witch? There's not a single woman of worth who will consider becoming my mate now."

He was too big... he was too strong... it was a fight she was not going to win. Yet, as the words spewed from his mouth, Safi started to laugh. The sound was strange, amidst the still splashing water. Amidst his rant, his growlings, his gruntings. He had clearly stated, what she had been thinking all along. Not that she was a cunt, or a bitch, or even... what was it he called her.. "half-breed witch"... hey.. it rhymed, and that made her laugh even harder. No, it was none of those things... The word that he had uttered that had hit home.. was.. Worthless...

She had always been worthless to the elves. Yet, Dart, Slash-Throat and Ripper... did not see her that way. Right?

It was that thought, that made her laughter stop suddenly. It was that thought, suddenly driven from her mind when Kagelen shoved himself viciously deep inside her. That sudden realization that .. one.. she was trapped against the ground at the edge of the stream and the Elf, and two.. how did Dart, Slash-Throat, and Ripper see her? No... the bigger question, how did Dart see her? Was she really nothing more than Fuck-Meat to him, and if so, wasn't that at least better than Worthless?

Her mind was reeling, racing. All these thoughts seeming to cascade as one thru her head in a matter of seconds, even as the Elf Hunter pulled back only to slam into her once more. Her body shuddering, her scream echoing..

"When I hang your head from the door of my home, though," he said, his blood dripping onto her face, his eyes gleaming with a malice she'd seen in the goblins but, somehow, more evil.

Safi's eyes met his. Evil. That evil glint, but there was more. She had seen that look before. But not in the Goblin's eyes. No, she had seen that same look in Kagelen's eyes when he had spit in her face. She had seen that look in the Elder Elves eyes when they offered her to Kagelen. Filth. They saw her as Filth. She was hated that much. And she bet, at that very moment, they were glad to be rid of her. "Let the Goblins have her" she was sure was being said around the fires.

Worthless... versus Evil.....

Worthless.......
Evil...

It was strange.. as the Hunter Elf bore into her, grunting, blood still dripping from his nose, her body shook, pain and humiliation coursing thru her. She could hear how wet she was, damn her body for reacting. Damn it. First the Goblins, now this. Her body was her betrayer, at least to some extent. But what she felt flowing thru her was not that obscene pleasure she felt with Dart, Slash, or Ripper when they mated her. No. This was disgust. At least, she knew, the Goblins did what they did for their own pleasure. A need. To fuck. Kagelen raped her, not just to satisfy his lust, but to degrade her, to dominate her, to prove to himself that he was the High Elf, and she, nothing more than scum. That she was ... Filth...

"Bastard" Safi suddenly snarled. "Fucking lowlife son of a Bitch" the words came pouring forth...

Safi obviously caught him off guard. He had not expected her to react like this. He expected her screams of pain. He even expected some sounds of pleasure. He certainly expected her to beg him to stop, as she lay on the ground benheath his pumping hips, his body overshadowing hers. But..He did NOT expect her to insult him.

He certainly did NOT expect her to fight back... again...

Safi bucked her hips up, hard, fast, bracing her feet on the soft, wet, ground. Twisting, she used her own slight body weight to cast the larger, heavier Elf off her. She caught him off balankce and Kagelen went sprawling, and the utter look of surprise on his face was priceless. She was on her feet in that moment. Panting. Bruised. But on her feet. As was Kagelen, a mere minute later. But, in his haste to use her, not seeing her as any kind of threat, and completely forgetting about the Goblins and the fact that perhaps they could ambush him... he had left his bow... and, more importantly, his dagger, on the shore. The bow was still there, the dagger, was in Safi's hand.

When Kagelen lunged at her, he met not her soft, resisting body, but the dagger instead. The razor sharp, honed blade, catching him just above the belly button. Safi twisted it in as his howl of pain turned into a low, deathly groan.

"Fucking Bastard" she snarled, driving the blade in deeper. He fell to his knees and collapsed on the shore at her feet. Still breathing, still alive.. at least for the moment, blood spurting forth. Safi pulled the blade free, standing there, staring down at the Elf at her feet.

It was quite the vision, the Elf Hunter at her feet, dying, she standing, legs spread, bloody dagger in her hand, breathing deep, an almost wild look in her eyes.

What... what had she done.....

 

[Otto26]

"Stab-Gut!" Ripper howled gleefully. Slash-Throat laughed harshly and slapped his thigh in approval and amusement. Dart lowered the pipe from his lips and jumped down into the stream from the bank. He waded through the chest deep water and climbed up the bank. He looked at Safi, her chest heaving as she breathed deeply, bloody dagger clenched tightly in her white-knuckled hand. He looked down at the elf, coughing up blood and trying to hold his guts and blood in his belly. Dart spat on his face and grinned.

"Goblin bitch," he said; tossing the insult back into the elf's face. It was both a confirmation of his accusation and an explanation of why the elf was slowly dying with a ripped belly. He watched with amusement as the life faded from him and his eyes went dull. He nodded his head in approval and transferred his gaze back to Safi. Then he drew his knife and knelt, slashing at the elfs tunic, turning it from an elegant garment into a long strip of fabric. He stood and draped the fabric over Safi's wrist.

"A belt," he explained. "Keep your knife in it." He paused, his eyes on hers. "Do I need to say what will happen if you draw that against me?"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Safi warily watched Dart approach. Her eyes were still wide, almost wild.. glinting with the emotions of what had just happened. Her breathing, altho deep, was level. She was in full control at the moment. This was not a chance kill. She had not attacked in terror. Blindly flailing until she hit something. No, Safi had attacked and dispatched the larger Elf with a cold calculation. A side of her perhaps no one had really seen.

No words came to her lips as she watched the Goblin. She could hear both Ripper and Slash-Throat nearby as well. But it was Dart's words that penetrated the heated fog of the kill that surrounded her... "Goblin bitch" ... this followed by the sounds, low, pain-filled groaning, of the Male Elf dying. Safi did not even give him the satisfaction of looking at him again. "Bastard"she murmured again, of course speaking of the Elf.

Her gaze, however, never left Dart. If one could read her mind, and perhaps Dart wanted to, one would have heard the heated exchange going on in the depths of her head regarding taking that knife and simply doing the same thing to the Goblin. Gutting him until he screamed for mercy. But another voice told her that Slash-Throat and Ripper would tear her apart. And she was sure she could not take on both of them. A third voice calmly told her that Dart did not deserve to meet such an end. He had yet to lie to her. Sure, he called her "Fuck-Meat" but hell, that's exactly what she was to them. He had not lied, nor had he been overtly cruel, when one looked at what he had done to her and with her. She was his ... captive. He had treated her as such...

Until now...

He drew his knife and knelt, slashing at the elfs tunic, turning it from an elegant garment into a long strip of fabric. He stood and draped the fabric over Safi's wrist."A belt," he explained. "Keep your knife in it." He paused, his eyes on hers.

Staring back at him, Safi realized it was those words that kept her from lunging at him and gutting him. Those words and the fact that, altho brutal, he was honest. He treated her as she was. No more. No less. And that was so much more... and different, than the Elves ever had. And now, he was actually trusting .... her...

It took her only a moment to fashion a holder for the knife, using the fabric and a bit of leather from the dead Elf's coin sack. Deftly, she tied it not around her waist, but around her upper right thigh, the dagger resting comfortably in it's leather pouch, easily drawn, but well secured.

"Do I need to say what will happen if you draw that against me?"

The girl lowered her gaze at those words. Dart, Ripper, Slash-Throat, they would not be as easy to attack and kill as the Elf had been. Dart especially. Unless taken off guard, he would be savage, vicious, and she was sure, cunning and strong, in battle. He was still the dominant one. And Safi was smart enough to recognize that, no matter what inner conversation had gone on in her mind.

"No... but you know now that I would not have gone down without a fight.... Dart" her words were quiet, and she did not raise her eyes. But she did use his name, and not "my Lord"... her way of telling him that things... perhaps... had changed... just a little.....

 

[Otto26]

Dart's lips pulled back from his teeth in what might have been a smile, the hint of snarl at the back of his throat clarified his mood, however. "Great Dart," he corrected her. A talon hooked the ring dangling from one nipple and applied some pressure. "Still fuckmeat," he said quietly, firmly, his eyes locked on hers. "Still mine," he emphasized.

He held her gaze until he saw the fire in them was not going to flare out of control. Not now. She'd shown a drive to survive that had enabled her to live where others would have died. Now she'd shown an ability to kill. He respected that. The Gobh'lin, of all the species that walked the Earth, respected the ability to kill. It was the characteristic that, more than mere biology, defined them. The killer people. The Gobh'lin.

The thought raised another snarl of appreciation and he withdrew his talon from the ring in her flesh and turned around to look at Ripper and Slash-Throat.

"Great Dart," he declared.

They snarled back at him reflexively and then howled at the sky. "Great Dart," they repeated, accepting his claim and his authority. Now he had to back it up.

There were gobh'lin in the remains of the town. Dart couldn't smell them, but he could smell the blood of captives and the smoke that stained fabric and furs and the fear. He inhaled again, deeply. Slash and Ripper did the same. The fear was sweet. Dart stopped in the middle of the town and looked around. A quick, small toss of his chin sent Ripper to stand in one place, a second sent Slash-Throat to another. A hand on Safi's shoulder pushed her to the ground to kneel at his feet. When, after a last look around, he was satisfied Dart put his head back and howled his challenge to the sky.

"Who cowers in the lair of Great Dart?!" he screamed.

It took a minute, but the challenge was irresistable. Goblins began to emerge from the cellars they had taken refuge in, some dragged or carried captives, others bundles of loot. All were bloody and smoke-stained. Some were injured. Some were still in the last vestiges of the gobhar, almost unintelligent and shambling to the sound of the challenge because they had to, because they were of the gobh'lin and to do anything else...

"I am Great Dart and these are my lands. My lair! Surrender your loyalty, your blades, and your goods to me or die."

"Wh..." a goblin began but never finished. He was a big one, armored and painted and carrying a woman over his shoulder. But moments after he opened his mouth he was blind, Ripper's claws had dug into his eyes. The goblin dropped his captive and managed to throw Ripper off, but by then Dart was there and his knife opened the goblin's throat.

Dart grinned at Ripper who laughed in response. Then he looked at the small crowd.

"I am Great Dart," he stated.

Another goblin in smoked stained leather armor stepped forward and dropped a bundle of loot on the ground. He drew an iron-bound mace and held it out to Dart. "I am Smash-Skull," he declared.

Another stepped out and tossed a handful of loot onto the pile. He wore a loincloth and some paint but mostly he wore soot. He was a scrawny pitiful example of a goblin, but he held out his crude dagger none the less. "I am Gutter," he snarled.

A third, a fourth, and then a group, and then except for those that had slunk away from the far edges they had all come forward. Dart surveyed the group. A few of them were known to him, most were not. As he examined them, they examined him. They would follow him, for now. Until something better presented itself or until he proved himself as a leader worth following. He intended to do the latter very soon.

"This is Stab-Gut," he announced, a claw pointing at the kneeling Safi. "She is my fuckmeat. If a gobh keeps his fuckmeat alive he is able to better control the gobhar and the fukhar. He does not become senseless prey." He looked over at the captives. Twelve. All women. All but three were human. The others were elves. If he assigned one to three gobhs....

"Go talk to them," he ordered Safi. "They can live or they can die, but either way they will serve the gobh'lin as you do." He tapped his teeth. "If they want to keep them... Tell them. If one of them bites a gobh I will have you kill them and then I will beat you." He met her eyes, pleased that she did not flinch from him despite the fear and anger in her. "Do it."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Still fuckmeat," he said quietly, firmly, his eyes locked on hers. "Still mine," he emphasized.

The words were quiet, whispered, and Safi could hear, and feel, the intent, the threat behind them. She could especially feel it within the jolt of pain that shot thru her as his claw latched onto, and pulled, the steel hook that punctured her nipple. The sensation nearly brought a cry to her lips, and perhaps, days before, she would have cried out. But not today. Not now. Instead, the sound was more of a low hiss, and it almost sounded distinctly goblin.

"Still mine" the words wrapped around her conscious.

The fire in her eyes did not waver. But, it also did not flare. Again, he was stating the obvious and the honest. She had been his since the moment he took her captive. The moment he had driven his cock into the depths of her soft, pink, pussy, taking her body. He had claimed her. Safi understood that.

Dawn was just beginning to alight the sky when they reached the town. If that is what you wanted to call it. It was familiar to Safi, but really just barely. She had been so shell-shocked the first time he brought her here, even if it was only days ago, the memory was not cemented in her mind. Instead, there was a vague remembering, as if she had dreamed, no nightmared about this place. It had been overrun... now she remembered, at least a little. Overrun by Goblins. Any human or elf that had once called this place home, were surely dead, or captive. She had not seen any that first time she had been there. She had, honestly, not even realized that it was a town. What did Goblin call their homes, she wondered. Because that's what lived in this place now, Goblin, and many of them.

"Who cowers in the lair of Great Dart?!" he screamed.

It took a minute, but the challenge was irresistable. Goblins began to emerge from the cellars they had taken refuge in, some dragged or carried captives, others bundles of loot. All were bloody and smoke-stained. Some were injured. Some were still in the last vestiges of the gobhar, almost unintelligent and shambling to the sound of the challenge because they had to, because they were of the gobh'lin and to do anything else...

"I am Great Dart and these are my lands. My lair! Surrender your loyalty, your blades, and your goods to me or die."

What the hell was he doing? Safi had no experience in the ways of war. Or with plundering, pillaging... or with building one's army. But she was smart enough to realize, after a moment, just what he was doing... and that it was HER, that he was using as leverage. This was the thought that hit her as Dart's clawed hand shoved her to the ground at his feet. That slow hiss escaped her again, but she remained at his feet, going quiet, eyes seemingly lowered, altho, in reality, she was intently watching...

More Goblins emerged. Most she had not seen before. There were one or two that she thought she had seen when Great-Hook and Talon had shown up. But they had been distant and she was just not sure. One might say they all looked the same, but truely, they did not. She made a mental note to pay more attention. It may be important some day.

"This is Stab-Gut," he announced, a claw pointing at the kneeling Safi. "She is my fuckmeat. If a gobh keeps his fuckmeat alive he is able to better control the gobhar and the fukhar. He does not become senseless prey."

He most certainly WAS using HER as leverage.

Safi shifted a bit as he spoke. It was not out of restlessness, no. She shifted to show the mark that lay upon her inner left thigh. The mark that Dart had given her. Marking her as belonging... to him. But she also moved, to accentuate the fact that against outer right thigh, was that razored dagger... earning her the name... Stab-Gut.... Honestly, she had to keep from making a face when he said it.

As Dart observed the captives, so did Safi... Twelve. All female. Human and Elven. All had been raped, and from the look of them, raped repeatedly. How long had they suffered, she wondered... Safi could see the bloody marks the claws had left, on hips, breasts, shoulders. She could scent the sex, the seed, the cum, that coated them. The distinct smell of hopelessness, despair. Most were sobbing, one was unconscious.

"Go talk to them," Dart's voice broke thru her thoughts. "They can live or they can die, but either way they will serve the gobh'lin as you do." He tapped his teeth. "If they want to keep them... Tell them. If one of them bites a gobh I will have you kill them and then I will beat you."

Deep inside, Safi seethed for a moment, but kept that heat under control. She lifting her gaze to his.... He met her eyes, pleased that she did not flinch from him despite the fear and anger in her. "Do it."

Safi merely nodded. She was afraid if she spoke, she would end up spitting at him. He was ordering her to talk to these poor females and tell them what they were in for. Rape... Fucking... Pain... Humiliation... Enslavement...a life of despair as a slave to what they would see, and she still did despite the fact that Dart was not quite the same as the other Goblins, as Monsters, Demons from hell... He was ordering her to pretty much tell them to keep in line, to accept what was happening, that this would be their life of pain, sorrow and torment, and if they even dared to fight back, they would die a horrible, tortured death and she... she would be viciously beaten... and more than likely raped senseless. Not a good situation to be in...for her or the other females...

Slowly, she got to her feet. She could hear some of the other Goblins growling, a couple hissing, at the site of her. Naked, lithe, sleek. She was a prize, to be sure, and she belonged to Dart. Murmurings could be heard among the other Goblins. The sound of slimey wet tongues licking snarling lips. One Goblin male, not large by any means, but had a wirey strength about him, and a meaness in his eyes that made Safi shiver for a moment, stepped forward, his still hard cock in hand. It was obvious that Dart's proclamation had.... interrupted him. His captive was the one unconscious female that Safi had observed. It was obvious that he admired Dart's prize... But...He didn't get far. Ripper, his lips peeled back in a savage snarl stood before the Male. "Ours" is all he said. He sized up Ripper, then looked to Dart and Slash-Throat. Nodding, he slowly stepped back. But Safi saw that gleam in his eye and knew it would not be the last they heard from him, she was sure. His captive was beginning to come to, and it was this girl that Safi approached first.

"Step back" she snarled at the Goblin. A clawed hand was raised, but paused as she spoke up, loudly. "If I am to speak to the captives, I can not do so with the Captors breathing down my neck. I only ask that you step back!" Safi's eyes found Dart's for a moment before she turned to gaze down at the poor girl, kneeling down next to her.

She had to be all of 18 or 20 seasons. And surely virginal. Well, she used to be virginal. Not anymore. The scent of her sex, mingled with the blood of being taken for the first time, was all over her. The girl blinked, gasping as she finally regained full comprehension.

"no no, calm down... shhhhhh"

"you need to listen to me... " Safi paused.. She could not spend all morning talking to all the females. Getting to her feet again, she gathered, slowly, all the females together, surrounded by the Goblins. She already guessed that it would be Dart who would be deciding what Goblins get which girls. Safi had taken a quick count. 12 females still alive. And she counted 32 Goblins, not counting Dart, Slash, and Ripper. The females appeared to range in age from 18 or so seasons to maybe 25 or so seasons. The Goblins appeared to have a taste for the most desireable of females. Safi guessed any other females, and males of course, were dead, slaughtered during the attack, or had escaped, if they had been that lucky.

"Listen to me. My name is Sa.... " she paused... "Safi... also known as Stab-Gut. And before you ask..." she looked up at the Goblins as well as she spoke.. "I earned that name and no, he did not survive"... a light gasp was heard from the women. Sure, women killed, but that was not the norm. Men were the Hunters, Killers. Women were the Nurturers... the child bearers... the bringers of life...

"You are captive now. You no longer have any choices left but one... One simple choice... you can live.... or you can die. Either way, you will be serving your new Masters. And how you choose to live or die will depend on how well you serve. You will be used... mated... fucked... you will give pleasure to your new Masters. They will take pleasure from you. If you are lucky, maybe you will even feel pleasure. " she paused, wondering if that part were true... she knew Dart was different from the other Goblins... much more intelligent... more cunning... "and... you will be marked... " she again showed Dart's carving upon the flesh of her thigh..."but..... if you try to ... fight back... including biting... then your teeth will be forcefully knocked out, you will be raped again and again, and then I, myself, will be sent to end your life. And... make no mistake... I choose to live, and I will do whatever I need to ...." She wished she could comfort them. She wanted to. She didn't want to be the hard ass she had to be. But she wanted to live. That much was true. She would do what she had to.

They started out as 12 females left alive. 3, upon hearing Safi speak, tried to escape, screaming. That was a stupid move. They did not get far, and their blood stained the ground moments later. That left 9... 9 that decided they wanted to live.

Safi turned to Dart... she felt the eyes of the other Goblins on her, as well as the eyes of the females cowering in the dirt. One Goblin licking his lips.. pointed a long, hooked finger at her, growling low "I want her" looking at Dart... "just for an hour... I want her".... Safi did not flinch, as much as she wanted to. She stood before Dart and lowered back to her knees... and... in a move that shocked even him... she dipped her head down to brush the moistness of her lips to his feet, before looking up once more... feeling every Goblin stare... and every saddened gaze of the women, upon her.

"Still fuckmeat...." she whispered so only Dart could hear her... "Still yours"

 

[Otto26]

Dart's cock hardened as Safi submitted to him. Her kiss and her words danced electrically through his body and the involuntary baring of his teeth truly was a smile this time, though no one not of the gobh'lin would recognize it as such.

"Your fuckmeat is important," he instructed the goblins. "You keep it alive and it will help keep you alive. Two ends to fuck, so there are always at least three gobhs for each fuckmeat. Two to fuck, one to keep watch. If you cannot keep your fuckmeat alive I have no use for you. Smash-Skull, Gutter, One-Ear, you are a three. Pick a fuckmeat and use her."

The three goblins looked at each other uncertainly and then Smash-Skull shrugged and stepped forward to grab a woman by an arm, dragging her off to a side as she whimpered in fear.

"Rot, Dagger, Shred. You are a three. Pick your meat."

He continued to assign goblins, choosing those who had been first to submit to him to have first choices. As the number of captives began to run low Dart began to assign groups of four. Finally he had finished and he stood and waited. Slash and Ripper came over to join him while Safi continued to kneel at his feet. He watched impassively as the goblins hesitantly raped their captives.

It was, in a way, comical. The goblins were struggling to control the fukhar that wanted to seize control of them. Dart had made it plain that surrendering to the fukhar and killing their fuckmeat was unacceptable. Every goblin wanted to lead the group, but every goblin wanted to be part of a group. Goblins were not individualists. So the desire to remain a part of the group warred with the fukhar and what transpired was, for goblins, something that might be considered tender. Not that the unfortunate victims of their lusts would have thought so.

The goblins had taken Dart's 'two ends to fuck' to heart and each woman was being used so. The third or fourth goblin in each case stood by impatiently waiting their turn as the firsts and seconds quickly, but goblin carefully, took their pleasure and then collapsed into the depths of the fukhar. Dart watched and took note of the ones smart enough and strong enough to control themselves, to wait until their mates had started to regain their senses before they surrendered themselves to their desires.

A scream echoed in the air, quickly cut short. One of the goblins had lost control, had savaged the throat of the woman he was assaulting. Dart raised a hand and then lowered it. It was uneccessary to issue instruction, the goblin's mates had already cut him down and were looking over to Dart for confirmation of their action. He nodded at them.

"You will need to find a replacement. I will aid you in this. But remember, a gobh may only use the fuckmeat of his group. They may be traded or shared, but not taken by force." His talons traced absently through Safi's hair.

The rape went on. As the goblins recovered from their stupor the scene around them sent them again into a fury of lust and they once again assaulted their slaves. Dart's flesh was painfully engorged and he wanted, oh how he wanted, to throw Safi to the ground and feel her flesh yield willingly to his and hear her moans and screams of pleasure, pain, and surrender. But he controlled himself as did slash and, to his surprise, Ripper. They stood watch around him, guarding his back, his life, and their fuckmeat.

At length the gobh's found themselves sated and looked around in something akin to surprise. Dart laughed.

"You see," he said. "We can control the fukhar. And the gobhar. If we have the fuckmeat. I am Great Dart and I have shown you how to master your rage. This town and all the lands within bow-shot belong to me. Secure your fuckmeat, eat, and build me a great bow," he ordered.

Slash-Throat and Ripper laughed and then the other goblins joined them. It was in their nature to appreciate a sharp bargain and the thought of participating in such a bargain, such a joke, such a twist of the knife, gave them an extra energy. They went about their work with an enthusiasm that increased as the fukhar slowly ceased to drag at their limbs and will.

Slash-Throat took Safi by the hair and dragged her to her feet and then to a central portion of the clearing. A long strip of thin leather cord was tied to a nipple ring and then to the remains of a timber that stuck out of the ground. As a restraint it was a joke. The other women were bound at wrist and ankle and secured by thick cord or wire. Safi could untie the knots which secured her even if her hands had been bound, which they weren't. Her knife, which was untouched at her thigh, could sever the strip in an instant. She was fuckmeat, so she was bound. But she was of the gobh'lin, so she was unrestrained and armed.

Slash-Throat patted her head. "Stab-Gut later," he promised with a particularly goblin joke. Then he turned and joined the semi-chaos around them as the goblins set about construct and engine to show elves just what bow-shot could mean.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Your fuckmeat is important," he instructed the goblins. "You keep it alive and it will help keep you alive. Two ends to fuck, so there are always at least three gobhs for each fuckmeat. Two to fuck, one to keep watch. If you cannot keep your fuckmeat alive I have no use for you. Smash-Skull, Gutter, One-Ear, you are a three. Pick a fuckmeat and use her."

It took every ounce of strength Safi had to not shudder as Dart spoke. Sure, she would do whatever she had to, in order to stay alive. But the thought of what those girls were going to endure, and the idea that she may actually have to kill one or more of them, sat heavy in the pit of her belly. It was not a good feeling, not a good feeling at all.

As each grouping, selected by Dart, stepped forward to grab their "fuckmeat", the girls cried, whimpered, begged, sobbed. It truely was the sounds of despair, echoed over and over as each of the 9 captives were chosen. Maybe, maybe she should have just used her blade and slain them all, when she had them so close in a circle. Slain them and spared them what would happen, what would happen over and over again.. day in and day out...

But if that was bad, if the whimpers of the captives was bad as they were "selected", the sounds that came next were worse. Safi, was completely unprepared to hear, and see, what was now happening before her.

The girls began screaming... again.. They had been raped before, but that did not lessen their fear. But it wasn't the screaming, and subsequent choking, groaning noises they made as their mouths were filled with thick Goblin cock, that got to Safi... it was the grunting of the Goblins, the heavy gasps they made, the drooling, the wet sound of bodies slamming together, of cocks thrusting in and out of wet holes... mouths... pussies... the mingled sobbing as nipples were pinched, twisted, sucked, bitten.

The sounds were overwhelming, and Safi found herself looking away and visibly trembling. When the howl of pain split the air, brief as it was before it was permanently silenced, Safi jumped, calmed only by the stroking of Dart's claws into and thru her dark hair. She found the sensation strangely... well... gentle. While the other females were being viciously raped, he was doing nothing more than petting her, not that he was not aroused. He was, as was Ripper and Slash-Throat. That was not lost on Safi... but they were strangely ... behaved and quiet.

Safi focused on Dart's words as he spoke of finding a replacement for the group whose captive had just met her end. As he spoke of sharing, trading, but not taking by force. Would he... share her...? The thought made her go cold, and again, she trembled, fighting to find the strength to stay stilled and not think about it all.

Alive... I want to stay alive... she repeated to herself over and over again.

When it finally, and mercifully, came to an end. The last Goblin, by chance the wirey one with that mean gaze that Safi had noted, lay back, sated, exhausted, cock dripping with cum and slick lubricating juices, the girls collapsing to the ground, shaking, sobbing, begging for mercy...

Mercy... maybe... maybe she could show them some mercy. They feared her too, she sensed, after she had spoken to them as she had. The women were probably as scared of her as the Goblins. Maybe she could help them. Help them learn. Help them survive. Maybe, she could even help Dart convince the other Goblins that, keeping their fuckmeat alive and not.... well... abusing them... torturing them, would benefit them in the end... maybe....

As that thought anchored in her mind, Safi heard Dart once more... "You see," he said. "We can control the fukhar. And the gobhar. If we have the fuckmeat. I am Great Dart and I have shown you how to master your rage. This town and all the lands within bow-shot belong to me. Secure your fuckmeat, eat, and build me a great bow," he ordered.

Dart had the same idea, to some degree. Maybe... she could help him keep control of the others ... by keeping the fuckmeat well treated and cared for. Maybe...

Slash-Throat and Ripper laughed and then the other goblins joined them. It was in their nature to appreciate a sharp bargain and the thought of participating in such a bargain, such a joke, such a twist of the knife, gave them an extra energy. They went about their work with an enthusiasm that increased as the fukhar slowly ceased to drag at their limbs and will.

Why were they laughing and what did Dart mean by a great bow? All lands within bow-shot? A great bow? Again, Safi was not a warrior, a hunter yes, but not a warrior. To her, it was a bit of a mystery. But she would figure it out, she told herself... Or she would just ask Dart...the thought came to her just as Slash-Throat grabbed her by her long mane of hair and yanked her to her feet..

"HEY" the word spat from her lips. But she went silent as she was pulled to the center of the clearing. The other females were being secured there as well, the perfect place for the Masters to watch their prizes as they ate and began the task of building what Great-Dart required. If one could call this a "happy" gathering... in the Goblin world, it was. They were sated, satisfied and the knowledge that sex would come again, when they desired, as often as they desired, that was quite the motivation. And it was Dart that brought this to them. It was Dart that showed them.

She was bound, but not like the other females. Most were tied at the ankle and wrist with either leather or some kind of hide, a crude leather collar about their throat, a thick rope leading from each collar to the heavy, thick fallen tree that on the ground. They were well secured ...they were going nowhere... She was secured to the same tree, but with only a long piece of leather leash, strung thru her left nipple ring. Hands and feet were left free. She was not about to free the others, even tho, in reality, she easily could.

This.... was a show of trust.

Slash-Throat patted her head. "Stab-Gut later,".... Safi knew what that meant.

She watched as the Gobh's began their tasks. First, the deer and boar that had been slaughtered were torn and divided for a feast. The idea of raw meat was sickening to her, but her belly rumbled anyways. That would be the first order of buisness, she thought, to get food for herself and the others.

It was not a particularly pretty sight to watch them eat. Not at all. But she did noticed that Dart, participating in the feast, of course, was not quite the animal the others were.

The meat devoured, the fermented ale drunk, a reward found in the basement of one of the small huts that dotted this used-to-be town, the Gobh's set about their next task. They were certainly not organized, but they got things done. Every once in a while, one would stop and use his slave. Then set back to work. That appeared to be the norm. The use was not overly vicious. It was more of an incentive to keep working, to get it out of the way. But for the most part, they concentrated on the job at hand.

Safi took this opportunity to slip free of her bindings. She dared not get to her feet. They would think she was running, escaping. She would not chance that. Instead, as degrading as she knew it looked, Safi crawled to where Dart stood, his back to her and the other girls. Slash-Throat and Ripper were working with the others and did not notice Safi missing until the sound of alarm came from one of the others...

"GIRL GONE... GIRL GONE"

"No... " Came her own voice as she was now just behind Dart, still crawling. She had the distinct feeling Dart knew she was there the whole time... "No.. not gone. I come to beg for food.... for myself and the others. Please, allow to me to feed and see to their needs....." She saw Dart about to say something, she was not sure what, but she continued before he could, before any other could interrupt... "You said so yourself, Your fuckmeat is important, You keep it alive and it will help keep you alive. .... the fuckmeat need to be kept as healthy and strong as possible. The healthier the fuckmeat, the better the fuck, the more pleasure can be gotten... the more pain can be endured. You will find they will beg for you.... beg for your pleasure... I... promise.... as I.... beg for Dart.... for Slash-Throat... for Ripper.... " she knew they had just stepped close, she could almost tell the sound of their breathing, the scent of their sweat... As the last of her words slipped past her lips, the enslaved Elf went to all fours... laying her head to the ground before her, lifting her hips, presenting the round of her ass and the pinkened, moist, lips of her pussy.. to the 3... the heat seeming to come off her in waves....

 

[Otto26]

Dart looked down at Safi as emotions raged and roiled within him. She had unbound herself! She had dared! His fingers curled and he imagined his claws sinking into her flesh. And, at the same time, he wanted to bury his cock inside her, plunge the absolute depths of her. He could smell her musk, as could every gobh within a hundred yards, and see the faint moisture that made her cunt gleam. The shape of her body, her submission, her begging, it was intolerable. But there was a hint of approval that rode beneath it all. She knew the risks and had still taken action. This, too, was something the gobh'lin respected.

He started to take a deep breath to calm himself and stopped, choking, halfway through. The scent of her was in his throat and his mouth watered at the memory of her taste. He blew out through his lips and took several short breaths before speaking. His words were carefully considered, chosen to represent himself as the leader of this new band.

"Great Dart," he reminded her. "You will feed the fuckmeat. After." He nodded at Ripper and the goblin smiled broadly and knelt behind Safi, one hand on her hip, the other on his cock as he brought it free of the loincloth. He pushed the broad head of it against her pussy and then slowly and surely pressed all the way into her, his flesh spreading hers.

Dart almost laughed. The others had fucked their women like... like rabbits. Fast and desperate and barely in control. As Ripper had done in past times. Now he was taking his time, showing off his control, showing off Safi, his fuckmeat. Dart crooked a claw at Slash-Throat who sidled closer.

"Who bound her?"

Slash-Throat growled in annoyance. "I did. Next time I will bind her hands as well."

Dart nodded, idly. Slash-Throat was chastised. And Ripper was growing more excited, slapping his flesh against Safi's at a pace that continued to increase, grunting with the exertion and the pleasure he took from her. His head flew back and he buried himself in her, his body jerking. His cum began to leak from her in rivulets that trickled out around his cock and ran to the ground beneath her, puddling in the dirt.

Ripper stood and tucked his semi-rigid cock back into his loincloth. "Good Stab-Gut," he acknowledged and then, showing off, walked away, seemingly unaffected in any way by the fukhar.

"Slash-Throat," Dart said. The second gobh knelt behind Safi, leaning over her, running the claws of one hand up her spine and encircling her throat. "Next time," he hissed, "I bind your hands like meat," he promised.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Great Dart," he reminded her. "You will feed the fuckmeat. After."

After...

She knew what that meant. Did any see as she bit her lip, almost drawing blood. A part of her was as disgusted with her actions as the elders of her people had been. A part of her saw this as her only way to really survive.... At least for now. And that same part of her saw this as her only way to keep the other captives alive. Safi was not a killer by nature. She had slain the male Elf out of perseverance. It was either him or her... and she, at that time had been damned sure it would be her...

After...

She felt the touch, and released her lip from the grasp of her teeth to allow the low moan to escape as Ripper slowly penetrated the depths of her. The muscles opened to allow him within, wrapping around him, holding him deep.. the warmth surrounding his length, the wetness making her slick. She knew this was a show as well, a show of strength, of control. She had known this would most likely happen even before she crawled to them to beg for food. Another small part of her .... needed this.... Her body was beginning to crave this.

Ripper began to slowly rock... his cock retreating, only to glide back into the welcome grasp of her sex. Safi's fingers dug into the grass, her body heated, flush, her head lifted... her moans came in time to Ripper's movements. It was like a choreographed dance.. A clawed hand reached around, cupping a swaying breast. The touch sent another electric current thru her body... the quivering only serving to tighten the grip her pussy walls had on his thickness. His motions became more urgent, a bit harder. His excitement, his lust, obviously growing with each pounding of his hips. Moist slapping sounds could be heard... his balls against her ass... her cries mingling with his grunts. Unlike the sounds the other captives made when being taken... sounds of pain and despair.. cries of horror... Safi's voice was filled with the same lust, the same pleasure, the same need, as Ripper's groans were. She was shaking even harder now, as he was ramming his shaft in and out, claws digging into her hip, his other hand releasing her breast to rake down her back. Safi could not silence the scream, yes, of pain, but more out of pleasure as Ripper exploded in the depths of her... flooding her with a thick coating of his seed. Her own orgasm shuddering thru her a mere moment later... convulsing around his still spewing cock, milking the Goblin of every drop of his seed... her body drinking from him... until she was left panting in the grass... her ass still raised... pussy soaking wet.. Ripper falling back, sliding out of her...

"Good Stab-Gut"

But that would not be it for her.

"Slash-Throat," Dart said. The second gobh knelt behind Safi, leaning over her, running the claws of one hand up her spine, lightly tracing the marks that Ripper had left, before then encircling her throat. "Next time," he hissed, "I bind your hands like meat," he promised.

He was not gentle. He, was more like Ripper usually was, thrusting forward savagely, his length, a bit longer than Ripper, claiming her pussy, forcing itself deep, the head slamming into her cervix.. Safi jerked, gasping, moaning.. and then crying out, head raised, he could feel her throat working as his grip tightened... "please" she moaned, gasped, needing air. Her body shook with every hard ramming of his hips... eyes closing as she struggled to breathe... struggled to cry out, to scream out again and again... the walls of her cunt tightening, pulling him in deeper, vibrating around him, her racing heartbeat pulsing around his driving cock.. It did not take long for him to reach that pinnacle... Safi heard the other Goblins, watching, their words of... encouragement, if one wanted to call it that, assaulting her ears as Slash-Throat pulled her up and back, impaling her deeply and shooting his own seed within the depths of her body.... Safi, did not have the ... luxury... of her own orgasm this time. Slash-Throat released her, shoving her to the ground as he triumphantly pulled out of her... her throat bore the marks of his claws, light rivulets of blood lacing down the skin... She left panting in the grass.

She had no idea of Dart would deign to use her or not. She was not sure she would have the strength to take him to. And she had a feeling he would be more vicious than Slash-Throat had been. She also knew that what just happened was a show for the others. That sex could be used for both pleasure and pain. As reward and punishment.

 

[Otto26]

Dart tore his eyes away from Safi and Slash-Throat to look around. The gobh'lin had all paused in their tasks and were watching, their faces displaying a fascination that was almost frightening in its intensity. A few smiled ferally and called out encouragement to Slash-Throat. A very few looked around as Dart was doing, starting to see, to truly understand, the truth of his words. To understand the new world he had opened up for them. The smiles on those faces were frightening to behold. If the gobh'lin were not prisoners of the gobhar and the fukhar.... The possibilities were endless.

Slash-Throat finished and stood, leaving Safi on the ground in front of him, lying in the small puddle of cum that had run down her thighs and gushed from her sex. He was still visibly annoyed with her. Dart gave a glance over to where the other fuckmeat lay, their eyes fixed on the scene before him.

Dart reached out with his foot and gave Safi and nudged with foot. "Roll over, Stab-Gut," he ordered. She'd been used like an animal, now she would be used like a person. He wanted her to see the gobh that took her, would force her to reveal her fuckmeat soul to the others. "Spread your legs," he commanded.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Gasping.. panting... the lowest of moans still quivering on her lips. The slight nudge of his foot... "Roll over, Stab-Gut,"...

"Spread your legs"....

He knew.... it made her shiver in the very depths of her soul.. that he knew. Laying on her back, splayed out for all to see. More vulnerable this way than she ever was when on hands and knees. Her still dripping pussy, the curve of her breasts, reddened nipples, skin wet with a moist sheen from her heat. All on display for the Goblins and the captives to see. And... he knew... that taking her this way was akin to taking a lover, taking a lover who wanted, needed, desired, to be fucked, to be mated. She would not be seen as a captive. Hands and knees, that was a girl who was captive. On your back, legs open and inviting, soft belly exposed, that was vulnerable, wanting, needing, to be.... loved... used... fucked... He had captured her and made her want him.. made her need him... It did not make her a captive, it showed her as a slave. His slave. Owned, body and... soul...

Oh he certainly knew.

The other Gobh's would know too. Safi wanted to be fucked. Wanted to be mounted and mated. She wanted the pleasure as much as the Gobh's did... The captives would know as well... she was different than they were. She was enslaved.

She met his gaze, her eyes pleading...

Slash-Throat and Ripper were surprisingly lucid, given they had both just fucked the girl. That was not lost on the other Goblins either. And they keenly watched to see what Dart.... Great-Dart would do.. and how Safi would... react....

That's when the other realization hit her. He was going to use this to cement his hold on the others. And she... would help him..

"Great-Dart... My Lord... Master.... please... " It was all she had to say....

 

[Otto26]

Safi's words made Dart smile down at her. The whispered awe of the goblins around him added to the sense of satisfaction that surged through him. He knelt between Safi's spread legs, his rampant cock leaning towards her. His hand grasped her thigh, his thumb tracing over the still healing wound there. His name carved into her flesh. His hands moved up her body, over her belly to her breasts. He squeezed the softness of her, fingers kneading up to roll her pierced nipples between a callused finger and thumb. His eyes found hers and what he saw within them drew another rumbling snarl from deep within him.

He leaned forward and covered her body with his, his lips finding hers and his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She welcomed him, her body lifting to his, her mouth opening to him, sucking at him, her hips raising, her cunt seeking for his cock. The assembled goblins, he knew, would be wondering if their women would someday be like Safi. They would be hoping. He suspected their hopes were in vain; Safi was special. Different. Unique, perhaps. But their hope was very, very useful.

Dart growled into Safi's warm mouth as her squirming body managed to impale itself on his stiff flesh. He pushed home, burying himself inside her wet body, savoring the feel of her velvet flesh grasping at him, her muscles caressing and welcoming, her gasping breaths and the wet sound of their connected flesh the sweetest music he had ever heard.

He pulled his face back from hers and met her fevered eyes with his own. He didn't say a word, he didn't have to. The accusation in his eyes was evident: Fuckmeat. Mine. The answer in her eyes was just as plain: Fuckmeat. Yours.

He took her.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Fuckmeat. Mine

Dart knew. He knew that when he slid inside her, when the length of his cock lay claim to the warm, wet embrace of her pussy, he knew, that his taking her was so very different than anyone else ever taking her, and that included Ripper and Slash-Throat.

And Safi knew...

Fuckmeat. Yours.

Every fiber of her being knew. She was fighting it as best she could, but it was a battle she was beginning to loose. His enslavement of the female Elf he had captured was far from complete. Safi was stronger than that. Her willingness, her submission, the arc of her back, the grasp of her pussy, the taste of her tongue, the desire in her eyes, stemmed from her deeply embedded will to live, to survive. But... the smallest flicker of her relinquishing all control to Dart, was alight in her eyes, and she was sure he could see it. Every fiber in her being knew that he was tightening the collar of control around her. The others... Gobh's and captives alike, even Ripper and Slash-Throat, thought she already was completely his. Thought that she had lost the battle of wills. Only she and Dart knew differently.

"Yours" her voice a soft growl. She still had fight left in her. Fight to be free again. But, that was overshadowed at this particular moment by the desire, the heat, the fire, that was racing thru her. Only Dart could bring forth the depth of her want and need. Only Dart could make her beg. Only with Dart had she uttered the words please... yours... and meant it.

Eyes locked... her legs wrapping about his pounding hips, back arching once more, the elf wrapped herself around the Goblin fucking her. Hips bucking, the sheathe of her sex clung to the length of him, coating him in the sweltering heat that she was producing... the wetness flowing freely, coating his cock, his balls, as well as her own intimate flesh, inner thighs, dripping down the curve of her ass, soaking the grass beneath them. She drew him in deeper, walls pulsing against his shaft with every wild beat of her heart. Her own nails digging into the muscles of his shoulders. Safi threw her head back to the grass and cried out, over and over again. Every sensation racing thru her, shaking her to her very core. Pain, sharp pain from her nipples, an ache from his mauling of her breasts, muscles in her hips, ass, and of course her pussy, spasming as she rocked with the Goblin.

It was not violent either, as they rocked together on the grass, it was a sensual dance. He easily moved in and out of her, the sounds of their bodies, skin on skin, moans intermingling, cries, gasps, muffled voices as lips and tongues once more found each other. It was not rape. It was almost as if they were lovers. His taking of her so complete, Safi felt it again, that little bit of her soul, struggling to remain free, but instead, submitting to him... that tiny bit....

And it was that... that drove her to her orgasm, sending her careening over the edge... breaking the deep, thrusting kiss to scream out as she came. A flood of her fluids spilling over his still plunging cock, searing hot.... Safi shaking, trembling, beneath his body ...

The other Goblins watched, unable to look away. They had not seen a climax such as that. Hell, most of the captives did not climax at all, not that it mattered to the Goblins, as long as they orgasmed, shot their seed...it had never really mattered... until now.

The question was, would they feel that kind of orgasm from their own captives, or would Dart, Great-Dart that is, allow them a chance with his Elf... Right now, most, would rather sample the trembling, quivering female that lay under Dart....

 

[Otto26]

Safi's surrender pushed Dart back in to the full lust of the fukhar. The muscles that clenched about his cock, the limbs that grabbed at him and tried to pull him deeper into her, the scream... Oh, the scream. He pushed hard, clawed toes scrabbling in the grass, his legs pushing them forward and then he came with a snarl. The fukhar pulsed through his body, exiting through his shaft and poured into Safi.

How long it went on he didn't know, but when he regained his senses he was kneeling over her, between her spread legs, and he was snarling at the goblins who had crowded close.

'Mine', his bared teeth and curled claws proclaimed. And, in another way, the cum that had pooled on Safi's stomach and run down her thighs and puddled in the grass beneath her proclaimed the same message.

The goblins watched for a moment, saw that Dart was aroused but not out of control, and they began to smile. And hope.

"Where is Great Dart's bow?" Slash-Throat yelled at them and they jumped back to their tasks, eyes darting to the bound women piled on the grass a short distance away. Calculating. Hoping.

Dart grunted once in satisfaction and looked down at Safi's trembling form. That had been... different. She was different. Her pierced nipples were engorged, stiff, and the wire collar at her neck was dark against the flush of blood that colored her fair skin. Her eyes were wild, tired, exhausted even, but still full of life, of lust. He looked at his mark on her thigh, covered in goblin seed, and her gaping cunt leaked another stream of the same. But she wasn't the only one that had changed.

His desire to hear her scream was no longer a call to violence. He wanted the scream of her surrender, her body unable to contain the.... pleasure? Yes. He wanted that from her. Wanted to sate his lusts and satisfy his physical desires upon and within her. But he wanted those screams of surrender. Her obedience. Her willingly submission to his whim. The desire to take had changed from a desire to take even if it destroyed to a desire to take and preserve so he could take again.

He found Safi's eyes again and examined them, wondering. He had changed her, but she had changed him in the process. He would have to think about that. With a start he suddenly wondered what Safi saw in his eyes. Did she read him the same way he read her? Of course she did. But what did she see? What other changes would she work upon him?

He stood.

"Feed the fuckmeat. Care for them. Keep them bound. And the next time you are bound, remain so."

He had a lot to think about. Tucking his wet flesh back into his loincloth he turned and snarled at a pair of gobhs bringing down a tree. Work first.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Mine"

Her blurred vision could just make out the show of fangs. But the sound of his voice, even in her daze, was crystal clear. The sound, and the meaning behind that one word. It was not being said to her. There was no need to utter that word to her in this moment. It was a reminder to the others. She... was his.... it was that simple. A warning. A threat. A confirmation, lest one might question.

"Mine"...

Closing her eyes, a deep breath taken. She managed to still her trembling form. All she really wanted to do was find a soft, warm fur, curl up upon it, and sleep. Or some soft cool grass, that would work. Sleep.. for days... regain her strength. She had to wonder, when was the last time she had really slept?

Her vision was clearing as she blinked her eyes open once more. A brief glimpse of Slash-Throat, she heard him yell something about Dart's bow. Beyond, the night sky, until her gaze fell to Dart, still protectively over her. Her eyes met his, and for a very long moment, just stared...

Stared within his eyes... This entire episode with him had been so very different. Safi knew that. Felt it. Different for her, but, different for him as well, she realized. She was too exhausted to even try to think that through at the moment, she really was. But, she would observe, she would figure out what was happening here. The dynamic was changing.... and a quick question flashed thru her mind... How long would he continue to "share" her with Ripper and Slash-Throat? That question, and the answer, if it ever came, had more significance than even she realized at that moment. How... long....??

"Feed the fuckmeat. Care for them. Keep them bound. And the next time you are bound, remain so."

He stood finally, allowing her to sit up. She did not answer verbally, a mere nod was all that was needed. She had taken a chance, she knew she had. But it was one that needed taking. Goblins were not known for keeping captives. How would they even have a clue how to keep anyone other than themselves fed and watered, clean and, well.. healthy enough for use.

Safi got to her feet. It took her only a few minutes, under the watchful eye of Ripper this time, to gather up some meat, venison, the captives would be able to eat that, and it was still fresh, and a bota of water that had been caste aside. This would have to do for now. She could not push and ask for more.

Back in the clearing, where the captives were bound, Safi took a quick assessment. 9 captives. 6 human. 3 elves, tho not the same clan as her own. Names mattered not, and Safi knew that. She was too exhausted to even think she would remember their names anyways, same went for any of the other Gobh's other than Dart, Ripper and Slash-Throat.

"I'll just call them by number for now" she whispered to herself. At least that would help her to keep them straight in her head. She had no clue which Gobh's possessed which captive now. But she would figure that out too..

Captive 1 .. a ebon haired human girl. Delicate, but obviously has the will to survive as she had managed to do so this long. As Safi numbered the captives in her mind, she fed each one, a couple of peices of torn meat and a gulp of water..
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Captive 2 .. another dark haired human ... deep brown hair this time. She looked to have just turned 18 summers, maybe 19.. she was crying, but accepted the meat and water gratefully....
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Captive 3.. was a stunningly beautiful red head... well.. if she was not so dirty and disheveled... clinging to her were the tatters of a fancy dress. Had it been her wedding feast that the Gobh's had... well... attacked? "dead... he's dead".. she murmered to Safi ... "my love, is dead".. that answered Safi's question. She did not accept the meat, but her thirst got the better of her.. and she took a long gulp of water.
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Captive 4 .. was a blonde elven female. Safi was not sure what clan, or perhaps she had none, hence why she was in the human village.
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Captive 5.. another blonde elven female... the sister of Captive 4. A bit older, perhaps even a hunter. She hungily accepted the meat and water but would not even meet Safi's eyes. It was clear she saw Safi as much as the enemy as the Gobh's....
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Captive 6.. dark haired, plain.. maybe one of the older of the human girls, in her perhaps 25th summer.. Safi was not sure. She was quiet, sad.. her back bore the marks of a particularly brutal mating.
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Captive 7.. Another blonde, hair in a messy braid. Human, in her 23rd perhaps summer, Safi guessed. She was a bit more, awake and alert than the other human girls. Actually thanking Safi for the meat and water. "Can you help us?" she whispered. "Help us escape?".. but Safi knew better than to answer..
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Captive 8.. A red haired human girl. She was asleep, and Safi was hesitant to wake her. But she did, knowing the girl at least needed some water. Sobbing lightly, as the girl realized that what was happening was not a horrible nightmare, that it was actually real... she took the meat and water, before curling up again and crying.
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Captive 9.. the other elven female. This one with darker hair, tho not as dark as Safi's. Pretty. Safi thought she may have been of the star-gazing clan that lived in the hills nearby. She was obviously in the wrong place at the wrong time..
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Once they were all fed and watered, Safi let them sleep. She soothed them with a soft lullaby she remembered her mother used to sing to her on those nights when she, herself could not sleep. She hoped, beyond hope, that she could manage to keep them alive and not have to watch any die, or worse, kill any herself.

When Slash-Throat came to bind her, he did so, tightly, hands and feet, with a low grunt. His growl was his warning. He would not tolerate being humiliated like that again, and wanted to make sure Safi knew that... She knew... altho, there was a inkling of a thought, a thought that was both chilling, and... well... made her blood run.... what if she could cause a "rift" between Ripper, Slash-Throat and Dart.... And... use that...... to her advantage???

It was that thought that sent her to sleep that night, finally. She welcoming the slumber. She needing it so desperately. At some point she was awakened, hearing the distinctive sounds of mating close by. Barely opening her eyes, she could see one of the Goblins using his captive, captive 8, the sobbing red haired human girl. The girl was crying out, as he rammed himself inside her spread pussy lips, he having pulled her to her hands and knees, ass up.. for his use. His partner silenced her quickly by shoving his rock hard cock into her open mouth. Safi could only watch, as they took their pleasure from her. The one in back, as he rocked into her, licking his clawed finger, and pushing it into the unused hole of her ass. The girl shook violently, the pain she felt clear in her eyes, but she could not stop him, he moving his finger in and out of her ass as his length pushed in and pulled out of her pussy. The Gobh in front laughed, feeling the girl groaning around his own cock, and liking that feeling. "Don't tear her" he warned his partner. "remember, we can use again"....

They were learning...