Goblins

Dart pulled his fingers out of Safi's body and grabbed her wrist. His other hand released her hair and did the same, pulling it down to join her other hand just above her ass. He joined the two restraint rings and moved his hands, just so, to lock them together and restrain her arms behind her. Her scent, sex and sweat, filled the air between them just as surely as her repeated pleas filled his ears. Dart's world was, again, suddenly very small; filled only with the elvish girl's heaving breasts and intoxicating stink and plaintive crooning.

He spun her about roughly and stepped between her spread legs, hips dipping, knees bending, and then pushing forward and up, driving his cock into her with a force that lifted her onto her toes. Her response had both pleasure and pain in it and they seemed to crawl along Dart's flesh, a caress as surely was the feel of her breasts pressed against his body. He moved, drawing almost out of her and again lifting her up with the force of his thrust.

Feeling her response he laughed, short, sharp barks of guttural amusement. "Marked," he whispered harshly into her ear between wet kisses that sucked at her flesh and left behind faint toothmarks. "Marked on the soul. Deep in your cunt, Safi. You'll never be whole again unless you're writhing on gobh cock. Even if your flesh wasn't cut you couldn't go back now. You'd lie awake at night, dreaming, touching yourself, filling your hungry cunt with anything at hand. Crying in frustration and shame."

Her throat was bared to him, placing her life in his hands, at the mercy of his teeth. He could have forced her to bare it, had before, but this was better by far; the prey coming to the predator. He took her flesh between his teeth and felt her shudder, but he didn't so much as break the skin. If she knew her place then he wouldn't hurt her on a whim. Not much, anyway. But she knew he could. She knew he would. And still she bared her throat to him.

"They'd know, Safi. They'd see you and know that you were fuckmeat. Because you are," he growled happily as his hips and knees continued to work, sliding his hard flesh violently in and out of hers. She was so wet that her honey was dripping off his balls, pungent nectar pooling beneath them as he bounced her against the wall.
 
His words, harsh, cruel, sharp, cut into her heart, her soul, her mind, just as His cock thrust up and inside her body, impaling her against that wall, driving deep inside her, making her cry, scream, moan, in both pleasure and pain. He was not gentle, He was not kind, He was not loving. His taking of her was as brutal this time as it had been before, and surely always would be.

Her body rocked violently against the hard surface of the wall, and that wall was not smooth, was not soft, was not comfortable. It was made of heavy, rough rocks, and His bucking into her painfully pressed and shook and raked her against that surface, her skin reddened, torn, bruised as He pressed even harder into her.

Safi tightly closed her eyes, trying to block out the horrible words He was spewing at her, whispering hotly in her ear. Yet, as He drove into her, pinning her to that wall, she let her head cant aside, offering her throat to Him, wanting to feel His lips, His teeth, against the hot flesh. She bit her lower lip, hard enought to draw a drop of blood, trying to silence her cries, her moans, her pleadings for more. Desperately trying to keep her begging to be fucked by Him quiet.

He was right, she was marked, body, and soul. The harder, the faster, He thrust into her, the deeper His cock penetrated, the more she became His. Her pussy gripped Him, molding around Him, a wet velvet glove that wrapped around His length, soaking Him, slick wetness spilling from her, over His balls, down along her inner thighs, the scent filled the darkness, along with the sounds, His growling whispers, her lusting moans, her body against the wall, His body slamming into hers.

She gasped, finally allowing her screams to rip from her lips. The sound accenting the night, heard outside of the lair, echoing, enticing both Ripper and Slash-Throat, who paused in their steps, as well as Talon.... and others....

Blood, thin trails, marked her skin, coloring the rock wall red. Safi's keening cries were pain filled, lust filled, her eyes snapping open, rolling upwards. His teeth grazing along the tender skin of her throat.

"Bite..... Taste ME... my Lord.... taste ME" she was begging now, lost in what was happening yet again. Wanting more, needing more, pain, pleasure, knowing she belonged to Him, having no other choice than to beg Him to taste her. To savour her sweet, passion laced blood, heated, thick. Did she want Him to loose control and kill her??? Did she??? Maybe a tiny part of her did. She could never go home, not anymore. She truely was nothing more than the fuckmeat of the Goblin.....

"pleaseeeeee"
 
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It was her pleas that pushed him over the edge. He could drink in her musk without losing control. He could glory in the feel of her cunt wrapped around his cock and her body pressed willingly against his without losing control. He could taste her soft flesh between his teeth and feel the pulse of her pounding heart against his tongue without losing control. But when she begged for more savagery thousands of years of instincts bred deep into the gobh'lin bone and soul erupted.

He fought it and, by and large, defeated the surge of violent emotion; kept in in check, anyway. But not before his teeth bit into her shoulder. Not before his claws dimpled the skin on her ass and drew out tiny droplets of blood. Not before his body drove explosively upwards, jerking her off her feet.

Her blood was thick and hot in his mouth, a mere trickle that teased his throat as his tongue swabbed her flesh. He wanted more, to rip at her warm flesh and feel her heart pumping her life blood down his throat. He wanted to hear her screams become mewls that faded into silence. But that was just raw, undifferentiated hunger and he forced it down ruthlessly even as his balls emptied into Safi, thick streams that painted the walls of her sex and ran down her thighs and his, mingling with the wetness of her cunt.

'Not that kind of meat,' he forced himself to remember. 'Fuckmeat. Fuckmeat. Fuckmeat. Fuckmeat,' he silently intoned, each word driven by the force of bodily convulsion until they faded along with his orgasm. Dart growled happily and left off sucking at Safi's neck and shoulder. His tongue ran up her neck and forced its bloody way into her mouth as he sealed her lips with his and suddenly sucked the air from her body.

"You need to stop fighting it," he chuckled as he released her mouth and let her breathe again. "You nearly died because you broke when I was closest to losing control. Another time you might not be so fortunate. Particularly if you're fucking Ripper when it happens." He bounced her body once, the head of his cock knocking against the entrance to her womb as emphasis to his words. "You're fuckmeat, Safi. Body and soul."

He laughed as she wrapped her legs around him and tried to grind her belly against his. His hands lifted her off his cock and dropped her roughly to the floor.

"I'm going to have a taste of your cunt now," he informed her. "But you need to get it clean first. So I'm going to unrestrain your arms and you're going to clean my seed from you. You're going to eat it, since we haven't got anything else you can eat. If I find any on or in you when I'm eating then I'm going to be very angry."

"That won't be necessary," a thin voice declared.

Dart was torn. Part of him hungered for Safi and the delights of her flesh. Part of him was angry that Ripper and Slash-Throat hadn't given him more warning of Great Hook's arrival. But that part of him that had nearly killed Safi sang in joy that the raid was on; fire, murder, rape, and plunder called to him in sweet imminence.

"Welcome, Great Hook," he said. "All is ready."

The gobh'lin king entered the basement and looked around. His eyes lingered on Safi.

"Early plunder," Dart explained. "She was wandering near this town and I took her."

The gobh scratched his chin with the hook that was his namesake and nodded. "Talon has explained this to me. But she is not yours, Dart. This raid is mine. My idea and my command. The plunder is mine to distribute as I see fit. All plunder."

Dart felt his heart tighten. He could see Talon, grinning broadly, entering the room behind Great Hook. The gobh was maneuvering to gain with politics what he could not achieve by force or skill. Dart yanked on Safi's hair, pulling her from her knees behind him to her feet before him. His hand grabbed a thigh and rotated her to make his mark visible.

"My scout. My plunder," he growled. "The laws are clear."

He knew he'd lost the battle before he'd uttered the words, but he'd said them anyway. He wouldn't give in without a fight, but it was a fight he'd already lost. Great Hook's first bodyguard was already following Talon into the room and there would be others behind him.

"You think too much of yourself, Dart," Great Hook growled. "A clever little half-breed bastard scrabbling for position amongst your betters. If you cannot obey then perhaps you need to be reminded of your place. No plunder of this raid shall be yours," he declared.

Dart almost laughed. If he hadn't just sated his nature with Safi's flesh and blood he would have laughed as he leapt for Great Hook's throat. But he had sated himself and, if he was going to be honest, his father's blood did make him different from other gobhs. So instead of dying in the basement he snarled and shoved Safi forward, sending her sprawling at Great Hook's feet.

"I obey, Great Hook," he forced himself to say. He felt light-headed, trying to remain grounded in the moment while a half-formed vision of the future took shape in his mind's eye. It was a glorious vision, full of blood and vengeance and Dart found it difficult not to smile in anticipation.

The king studied him for a moment and then absently backhanded Talon as he reached for Safi. "Plunder is distributed after the raid, Talon. Go to the corner, fuckmeat," he casually ordered Safi. "No one is to have use of her until after the raid," he ordered one of his guards. "The last thing I need is a cock riot while we're trying to rest before the attack. Get out of here, Dart. Take your gobhs and start scouting the route back to the mountains. Be useful."

"Matters have changed, Great Hook," Dart said carefully. "I questioned the fuckmeat and discovered the elfmeat are whelping. Anyone that attacks their village will be savaged. But they will also be reluctant to leave their village. My gobhs and I can keep them pinned in there while you ravage the manmeat villages."

"And what do you get from this?" the old gobh asked. His eyes studied Dart, cunning and cruel.

Dart shrugged. "A share of the plunder from your raid, Great Hook."

"The fuckmeat?" Hook asked, gesturing at Safi while never taking his eyes from Dart.

Dart shrugged again. "Or something fresh. If Talon wants used meat so much then I'd hate to deny him."

Great Hook laughed. "You will keep the elfmeat from our backs, Dart. With your life if need be. Talon will go with you so I can be warned if you fail."

"When he fails," Talon said sotto voice.

"As for plunder... We'll see. Go."

Dart nodded and, without a backward glance, left the basement.
 
Sharp, agonizing pain shot thru her, overshadowing any pleasure she was feeling from Dart's cock pumping ruthlessly, relentlessly, in and out of her open, soaking, willing pussy. She felt His razor sharp fangs tear into her shoulder, easily ripping thru her tender skin, blood freely flowing, sweet, thick, nearly boiling in her passion and pain. His claws, not quite as razored as His fangs, gripping the cheeks of her ass tightly, they too breaking skin, rendering blood, warm trails that laced down heated flesh.

Inside her, she felt the explosion of His seed as He climaxed, spewing out inside of her, coating her. Every ripple of His cock, every spasm, felt by her as she screamed out, the keening cry fading from her lips. Her own sex grasping Him, her body shuddering upon Him, pulses coursing thru her, a flood of slick wetness coating, flooding over him. She had cum, had been thrown over the abyss and had not even realized it, the pain and the pleasure had sent her falling into that pit that was an orgasm. Her own body shook uncontrollably, as she felt Him feeding from her, her blood, her sex, her body, her soul.

She was gasping, nearly sobbing, when He released her shoulder, claiming her lips in another deep, suffocating kiss. Her mewling moans vibrating against His lips and tongue, her own tongue held catpive by His as Dart tasted her mouth, the sweetness of her fear and submission.

"You need to stop fighting it," he chuckled as he released her mouth and let her breathe again. "You nearly died because you broke when I was closest to losing control. Another time you might not be so fortunate. Particularly if you're fucking Ripper when it happens." He bounced her body once, the head of his cock knocking against the entrance to her womb as emphasis to his words. "You're fuckmeat, Safi. Body and soul."

Fuckmeat. That was all she would ever be, and she knew it.

Her legs tight about Him, she rolled her hips, feeling His cock still buried deep inside her.

His laugh peirced her ears as He dropped her to the floor, her body coming to rest at His feet.

"I'm going to have a taste of your cunt now," .

"But you need to get it clean first. So I'm going to unrestrain your arms and you're going to clean my seed from you. You're going to eat it, since we haven't got anything else you can eat. If I find any on or in you when I'm eating then I'm going to be very angry."

Safi nodded, the idea of feeling Dart's long tongue, lapping at her pussy, at her clit, feeling it snaking inside her as deeply as He had just snaked it into her mouth and throat, made her blush and even deeper red, let alone the fact that her heart, which had been hammering in chest, nearly skipped a beat at just the very thought.

"yyyyes my Lord" she whispered, her desire to feel what He promised clearly evident in her eyes.

"That won't be necessary," .

Safi cast a glance toward the unfamiliar voice, a cold chill embracing her. She crawled behind Dart, still on the ground at His feet. She felt his eyes roaming over her, raping her with just a look. It was not a pleasant feeling, not a pleasant feeling at all. Yet Safi had no place to hide her nakedness, Dart's seed and her own cum still dripping from her well used cunt.

"Early plunder,"

"She was wandering near this town and I took her."


The gobh scratched his chin with the hook that was his namesake and nodded. "Talon has explained this to me. But she is not yours, Dart. This raid is mine. My idea and my command. The plunder is mine to distribute as I see fit. All plunder."

Safi did not like the sound of that at all.

Dart's grab made her cry out, as He yanked her to her feet by her long hair. She did not protest, the cry fading into a whimper as she was turned, her newly marked thigh displayed. Her head fell forward just a little, eyes focusing on the ground. She dared not look any in the face, she knew better.

"My scout. My plunder," "

"The laws are clear
."

Safi sprawled at Great-Hook's feet, where Dart threw her. Her long hair fell foward, hiding her face, and the terrified tears that flowed down her cheeks. She felt the brush of a clawed hand, but only for a moment.

"Plunder is distributed after the raid, Talon. Go to the corner, fuckmeat,"

"No one is to have use of her until after the raid,"

"The last thing I need is a cock riot while we're trying to rest before the attack. Get out of here, Dart. Take your gobhs and start scouting the route back to the mountains. Be useful."


Safi crawled to the corner as commanded, turning and looking at Dart. She wished Ripper or Slash-Throat were there... would Dart have challenged Great-Hook if they were? Were they that loyal to Dart? At least with them, she felt..... safer??? Dart had nearly killed her just now, Safi knew that, but He had managed to curb that aggression, that lust, even tho she had begged for it, begged to be tasted. She knew she would be dead once the others got a hold of her. Dart, Ripper and Slash were the only ones she trusted at this moment.

She stayed quiet, head down, in the corner, until she heard Dart speaking about her village, her home. Her head snapped up, a look of near astonishment flashing across her face... her home... and the..... babies!! He had remembered... HE HAD REMEMBERED!!!! And, was trying to make a deal to keep her people safe. Dart, at that moment, even if He did not know it, earned Safi's utter loyalty. To keep the village safe, her home, she would do anything, including give up any hope of freedom. She would die at Dart's feet if need be, she would die for Him, if she had to, if He could keep her home safe.

She watched Him as He left the basement lair, before turning her attention to the obvious Leader and Talon. Both stared back at her, and she cowered against the cold wall, the same wall Dart had only moments before just fucked her against.

"May I clean myself, Sir? You stated that you do not wish a cock riot, but I carry the scent of sex. It would be better if I were rid of that scent. There is fresh water close by, my Lord, Ripper and Slash-Throat know where it is, and can take me, Sir"

She wanted to rid herself of the scent. It was everywhere on her, mouth, pussy, skin, and she knew the more Goblins that came, the harder it would be to keep them from her, if she indeed did smell in heat like she did. If all were to attack her, she knew she would die from being raped, over and over and over again.

"please Sir"

A sudden thought came to her. If Talon took her, maybe she could show her loyalty to Dart by killing Talon. Of course she would have to be convincing that it was an accident, that she was much too weak, to powerless, to drown him.....

Maybe that would work...
 
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The bodyguard had drawn his weapon and was already moving the point towards Safi's throat in a vicious thrust before Great Hook stopped him with a hand motion and a sharply growled, "No."

The gobh snarled at Safi, the tip of his blade poised by her throat as he looked to Great Hook for direction.

"Leave," the king ordered. "This lair will be mine for the day. You and the others can keep watch at the entrance."

"You, too, Talon. Go keep your eyes on Dart. The fuckmeat will be yours when the spoils are divided. You'll have to deal with Dart yourself."

Talon, with visible reluctance and several backwards glances, left the room, trailed by the bodyguard. When they were alone, Great Hook pulled a folding stool out of the pack another guard had left and sat down carefully. He kept his eyes on Safi, though, and the trembling curves of her body brought back memories of the fuckmeat he'd enjoyed through his life. He remembered with fondness the pleasures of their flesh, though the memories did nothing to stir him, and he remembered with glee their screams and blood.

"I doubt Talon will ever lay a claw on you," he said quietly. "Dart's too clever. Good thing he's a bastard without a family to draw on or he'd be sitting here now. I'm going to have to kill him soon if I don't manage to drive him away. I might have managed it this time, though. Talon will be dead soon enough, and his family will blame Dart and cleave more closely to me, and Dart will have taken you and run off someplace. Smarter than Talon, that one. He threw you at my feet the moment he knew he couldn't push me any further and he walked out with a glance. He'd use you until you broke and then throw you away."

His eyes left her body and looked into her soul, for Great Hook knew which had the greater value. "He thinks he can use you to forge a new kind of gobh'lin. Hah! As if it took elf blood to be that clever. He's not the first to have the thought and won't be the last. But it won't work."

He smiled at Safi, the way a tiger might smile at prey. "He sees the denar as weakness and tries to diminish it. But he fails to see that in doing so he diminishes the gobhar. And the gobhar is what defines the gobh'lin. Without it, we are not gobhs. So he will fail and you will die despite your choice."

He laughed. "'May I clean myself?'" he quoted and laughed again. "As if that would protect you from the spears of the gobh'lin. As if that would protect you from yourself. I've seen your kind of meat before. You fear death, yes, but you desire fuck more. If you washed yourself raw and bound your cunt behind iron it would do no good. Eventually you'd succumb to your fuckar and do something, anything, to have the spears in your flesh. You'd die happy on those spears."

"And the time was," he rumbled, "when I would have used my spear to fuck you to death. But that time is past, for I am Great and I am old and my spear is a shadow of it's former glory. But there's nothing wrong with my mind or my hook."

His good hand reached into his loincloth and pulled out his flaccid cock, giving it a derisive shake. "Crawl to my feet and suck it, meat. Suck it while I rest and if you disturb my rest I will burn your forest and your home to the ground."

He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, his mind traveling the well-worn paths of cunning and power as he idly plotted.
 
Safi listened, cowering against the wall, as the Goblin King spoke. She knew not to say a word. Silence was her only option right now. His smile, the gleam in His eye was that of a Predator, toying with His prey. He had kept the guard from outright killing her, but that by no means granted her any kind of protection. Her silence, her listening, was her only protection at the moment.

And He had sent Talon away. Safi had breathed a visable sigh of relief at that, and she guessed, just by the Gobh King's words, that He had picked up on that sigh. She could not help her fear of Talon. She could see the blood lust in his eyes, glowing brighter and more deadly than even Ripper's.


Was He right about her and her need to be fucked? To be mounted and mated like nothing more than an animal used for pleasure, to be tossed aside, outright killed when no longer useful? Safi was beginning to wonder just what was happening to her.

"Crawl to my feet and suck it, meat. Suck it while I rest and if you disturb my rest I will burn your forest and your home to the ground."

He had free'd His own cock, and sat back, awaiting her to do as demanded. Safi knew that to hesitate would get her killed on the spot. Swallowing, she shifted to hands and knees, crawling the few feet between where she cowered and where He sat.

His breathing was slow and easy, as relaxation began to take over. Safi wrapped her small hand about His soft member, long slender fingers easily surrounding Him. At least He did not smell as bad as Dart and the others had. It was clear He was a Commander, and not a lowly grunt like the others. For a Goblin, He was ... well.... cleaner... than the others.

Safi began stroking, her head moving forward, lips parting, she kissed the tip of His cock, the warmth tickling along the smoother flesh. Her tongue danced out, sliding beneath the flaccid length, as she took it into her mouth, the warmth surrounding Him, tight, wet, slick with her saliva. She felt Him twitch a bit, and paused, but He did not move, other than a slight groan, and she kept going. Safi began to suckle Him, pulling back with her lips, letting His cock, which was now beginning to harden, lengthen, glide in and out of her mouth. Her lips grazing the surface, her tongue cradling Him, her hand had slid down to cradle His heavy balls. Her entire body moved when she sucked, swaying to and fro with every movement of her head, His cock taken deeper each time, her lips, and throat, working to arouse Him further.

She again felt Him move, His hips beginning to buck in tandem with her head. A clawed hand came to rest upon the back of her head. Looking up, His eyes were still closed, but Safi knew He was far from slumbering now. Was He testing her? To see how well she obeyed? How good a fuckmeat she really was?

Her own moans began to vibrate against the surface of His now hard cock. In and out she sucked, His cock soaking wet now, her lips dripping with her own slick saliva, she took Him to the back of her throat, and out again, in and out again, gently massaging HIs balls as she did so.

The guard outside glance in, having become alarmed at how silent it was. He paused, staring at the King, with the girl nestled between His outstretched legs, taking the entire length of Him in and out of her mouth. His own organ became engorged by just watching.
 
Ripper looked chagrined, Slash-Throat did not and cut Ripper off before he could speak.

"Talon brought them through the copse. They were upon us before we could come back to warn you," he said calmly.

"We had time, but Great Hook ordered us to wait," Ripper amplified.

Dart made a slashing motion with his hand. The matter was over and done.

"Safi?" Ripper asked.

"Plunder," Dart replied tightly. "Great Hook's plunder. Talon has his ear."

Slash-Throat growled quietly while Ripper fingered a knife. "I'd like to have Talon's ear," he muttered.

"Come and take it then," Talon growled, appearing from the entrance to the the basement.

Slash-Throat and Dart both extended an arm to restraint Ripper who was forced to content himself with a snarl.

"No fighting," Dart ordered. "We need pitch to start fires. And bows. As many flame arrows as we can make. And a place to sleep during the day."

The other two gobhs looked around them. The gobhs Great Hook had brought with him were breaking up by association and clan groups and filtering into the basements the scouts had uncovered. They were going to be crowded and the tired gobhs were very unlikely to look kindly on three of their kind who were out of favor with the king. Ripper snarled, again, in frustration.

"The copse," Slash-Throat offered. Dart nodded in agreement.

"We need the pitch," Dart pressed and then grinned. "Talon will get it for us. Great Hook has commanded. Besides, if we fail then the raid will be cut short and Great Hook will be very annoyed. He might even remember that Dart told him that Talon failed to procure pitch..."

Talon drew himself up and sneered at Dart. "You've already lost, scout. The fuckmeat will be mine and she will be days dying beneath my claws."

The three gobhs looked at Talon and then broke into laughter. Talon, infuriated, spun on his heel and stalked off.

"What if he really kills her?" Ripper asked.

"Be fun to watch," Slash-Throat replied.

"A waste of good fuckmeat," Dart said, "but we can get more. I'll need her for tomorrow night, though." He watched the two gobhs to see how they reacted to his last statement. Ripper, predictably, missed the importance of it. Slash-Throat, however, looked pensive, as though he was weighing odds.

"A bold gamble," he commented.

Dart nodded. "Dangerous," he added.

Slash-Throat nodded.

"What?" Ripper asked.

Dart kept his eyes on Slash-Throat who reached up and drew his hand across his throat.

"You'll get your ear, Ripper," Dart replied. "Tomorrow night."

*****

The night passed quickly as the problems of putting a large number of gobh'lin into many small spaces were dealt with. The day passed slowly and fitfully as the three tried to sleep in the brightness of the day. The forest muted some of the light, the thick copse of dense trees they huddled in muted yet more, and blindfolds tied about their eyes helped a little. But it was still an uncomfortable time.

As the sun began to set the gobhs began to slowly emerge from below ground. Armor that had been wrapped and carried to keep it silent now rattled and creaked quietly on bodies full of barely restrained violence. Blades that had been sharpened and blackened filled every hand. Most of the gobhs had painted themselves and the paint made them edgy and prone to snarling at each other over the least jostle. They stank of the paint, too, and Dart was glad the wind was carrying the scent away from the elfmeat.

He, and his gobhs, had passed on the paint, covering their bodies in dark lines drawn on in charcoal. They'd passed on the armor, too, prefering the cover of silence to the protection of metal. Talon, of course, had not. He was covered in so much armor that he clanged when he walked and wearing so much paint that he was barely capable of speech and vibrating with imperfectly contained energy. But Dart was content; Talon wouldn't be going very far with them.

When Great Hook emerged the gobhs quieted, slowly at first, but then the silence spread until it seemed every one of them was holding their breath. The king looked sternly around him, his eyes seeming to encompass each and every gobh in the group.

"Kill," he said quietly and two hundred gobhs exhaled in a low, rumbling snarl before following their leaders into the forest.

Dart was two hundred yards from the town when he came to a sudden stop and turned, his eyes meeting Talon's.

"You're too loud and you stink," he declared.

Talon's arrogant snarling reply turned into a wet whistling sound as Slash-Throat's garotte twisted and cut deeply into his flesh, all the way to his spine. Blood fountaining over the underbrush he fell to the ground and weakly flailed for a minute. Slash-Throat bent over Talon's body and sawed at him. Standing up he tossed a bloody piece of flesh to Ripper.

"Now you've got his ear," he said.

Dart waved at the grinning pair to follow him and stalked silently back to the town. He motioned for them to guard the entrance and went down the stairs into the basement.

"We are betrayed!" he announced. His ruse, however, proved unneccessary; there was no one in the room but Safi, huddled in a corner. He walked over and picked up her chain.

"Heel, fuckmeat," he ordered.

*****

They had avoided the elvish village during their scouting. In the stone and dirt of the belly of the world the gobh'lin could out-stalk elves. But in the up above, particularly the forests, the elves could tell when a gobh broke a leaf. So Dart had never actually seen the village, hadn't dared to approach too closely lest he alert the elfmeat to the presence of dire enemies. He still hadn't seen it when he came to a stop standing at the border where he was sure there were guards, Safi in front of him as a shield against hasty arrows.

"Elves!" he roared. "I come to speak! If any amongst you has the courage to do so, come forth. I swear by the blood of the earth that your life is safe from me."

It took a minute, but an elf finally ghosted out of the shadows far closer than Dart would have thought possible.

"This is not your place dark-spawn. You should not be here," the elf said.

"But I am," Dart replied. "I have come to save you from fire and death, to sell you life. Promise safe passage for me and my bitch into your village that we may talk to your leaders and I'll swear that no harm shall come to your people whilst I am there and still alive."

"You will not extort anything from us," the elf said quietly. "Let us dispense with this nonsense and simply begin the struggle here and now."

"The gobh'lin have come to the forest," Dart said. "Hundreds of us fall upon your neighbors as we speak. Each moment sees a new murder, a new rape, a home burned. You will be spared this, no matter if we talk or not, so long as you remain in your village. But if we talk you might save many of your neighbors. You might strike a hard blow against the gobh'lin."

"You would betray your own kind?" The elf's words, for the first time, held a trace of emotion other than resolve. He seemed sickened.

"I would advance my interests. Will you advance yours?"

"Bring him," another voice called from the darkness. "Let the elders hear what he has to say. We can kill him at our leisure if we desire."

The village was hardly recognizable as such. To the long-lived elves the idea of taming a tree and convincing it to grow into a home was not outlandish. Neither was the idea that a home might be alive and entitled to the same consideration as it's inhabitants. The village appeared little different than the forest itself and Dart was barely aware that they had reached the center of it until his guide brought them to a halt.

A group of elderly elves approached and Dart hissed as he saw the women amongst them. He had not dealt with the bright elves, but amongst the dark elves their women were cruel leaders, devotees of their dark demoness patron.

"Why have you come?" one asked.

Dart ignored her and gave Safi a backhanded slap that sent her sprawling to the ground. He bent over and released her hands, unlocking the binding rings. "You failed to clean your cunt, fuckmeat. Get to work."

Smiling, he looked at the elders. "To propose a bargain. My fuckmeat tells me interesting things about this village. I know that you are whelping, for instance. I know that you would fight to the death to protect your young. And I have no real interest in fighting you. Not that I am particularly capable of it; I have only two gobhs with me, but they have fire arrows and pitch. If I order them to do so, or if I die, they will simply set as many fires around your village as they can. It won't destroy you, but it might kill some of you and it will devastate the forest you depend upon."

"Murderer!" a voice hissed.

Dart shrugged. "And rapist, though Safi seems to enjoy it," he said, reaching out to stroke her hair.

"You spoke to us of a bargain," one of the elders prompted.

"I did. I will tell you which villages the gobh'lin are attacking and where they will go to assemble before marching back to the broken lands."

"In return for?"

"The abandoned town next to the waterfall and all of the forest within bow shot of the walls."

"Ridiculous," one of the elders stated. "Kill the raid and invite the dark-spawn into the forest?"

"Why would you want the town?" another asked.

"Iron," Dart stated. "I intend to create a forge there."

"And a conduit for others of his ilk," the first elder spat.

"I am betraying them to you," Dart pointed out. "How many do you think will join me? How many will you leave alive to join me? Others may come, though. This must be considered. The land ceded to me shall be for the gobh'lin. Any that set foot outside that boundary are beyond gobh'lin law. To be dealt with as you wish."

"Kill him," the first elder urged. "Kill him and send out the scouts. We will slaughter the dark-spawn and feed the forest with their blood and flesh."

"Perhaps," Dart allowed. "But you will be late. And the humans will wonder how the gobh'lin were able to come at them through your forest. Your burned forest."

"This must be discussed," another elder declared. "You will wait here, gobh, while we ponder your offer."

"I, unlike your human neighbors, have time," Dart said. "But I could do with a seat, and some food." He nodded at Safi, her nimble fingers industriously rooting in her pussy as she tried to find more of his seed and dispose of it as he had ordered. "You can see that my poor fuckmeat is starving."
 
Safi closed her eyes to finish what she had to do to the Goblin Leader and when He spilled His seed into her mouth, it was all she could do not to gag. Tho, admittedly, it was not as much as she had felt with Slash, Ripper, and Dart, they all being so much younger, and obviously more virile than the older Leader.

She was allowed several gulps of water, then sent to the far corner. She was left unchained, which perhaps may have seemed strange, but Safi was no fool. There were too many Goblins for her to even dream of escape. To try, was certain death. Perhaps another test of her submission, her surrender?

If it was, she passed. She curled up quietly in the far corner, near the small puddle, and fell asleep. As exhausted and used as she was, she slept thru the night and day, into the next night, awakeneing only once, but not moving from where she lay. All was quiet in that moment, the deep breathing of the Great One the only sound she could really hear.

She awoke to "We are betrayed!"

Safi's eyes shot open. She sat up quickly, cowering back, trying to focus on the approaching figure. Was it Talon?

No, no, it was Dart.

"Heel, fuckmeat,"

She nodded silently, following Him out of the lair, where they met up with Ripper and Slash-Throat. After a quick grope of her by Ripper, he wanting to convince himself that she was still in one peice and useful, his fingers pushing up inside her as he crowded up against her, he was satisfied once he withdrew them, dripping wet, his tongue tasting.

Sometimes, Ripper had to be appeased, to keep him in line.

He was quite content now, and the group headed off into the darkness of the woods.

Safi knew exactly where they were going long before they arrived. What was He doing? She wanted to ask Him, but dared not. The look of pure concentration on His face betrayed that He obviously had some thought-process going, some plan. Attacking the village with only the 3 of them would only get them killed, so surely that was not part of the plan, Safi thought.

Standing before Him, Safi looked away in shame when the elves seemed to materialize before them. She recognized each and every one, and saw the same recognition in their eyes. Her face flushed in humiliation and shame. She was naked, marked and chained, the slave of a Goblin. As they spoke, she kept her eyes to the ground, but she could not hide her trembling. She felt their eyes on her, disdain, disgust, flowing from those stares.

She would never be allowed back into the village again. Never. Dart had seen to that by bringing her here like this. He had cemented her enslavement. Claimed her life as His. Safi, standing there as she was, wished she were back at the lair, she would beg the King to kill her, beg Him to let the Goblins tear her apart.

The vicious backhand snapped her out of her train of thought, sending her sprawling to the ground at His feet. Safi tried to silence her cry, but instead it came out as a low, mewling, whimper.

"You failed to clean your cunt, fuckmeat. Get to work."

"please don't make me do this here, in front of my own people" the thought trailed across her mind, but never made it from her lips. She was too afraid of Him, and too beholden to Him, He had saved her village after all, to refuse.

Looking away from the staring Elders, Safi spread her legs, her fingers dipping inside. She began cleaning herself as best she could, wishing for even just a little water to aid her. As if reading her mind, Dart tipped His bota of water, allowing just a little to wet her fingers and hands, as He spoke to the Elders. Safi, grateful, proceeded to push her fingers inside her, working them, cleaning herself. That little bit of water helped, as did the fact that she was wet from Ripper's groping of her, and the slipperyness aided in her task. With the marks upon her throat, her breasts and the wetness of her pussy, it was clear she was being well used by the Goblins.

No, she would never go home again.

"I, unlike your human neighbors, have time," Dart said. "But I could do with a seat, and some food." He nodded at Safi, her nimble fingers industriously rooting in her pussy as she tried to find more of his seed and dispose of it as he had ordered. "You can see that my poor fuckmeat is starving."

She heard the last of what Dart had been saying, referring to her. Fact was, she was starving. She had eaten little in many days. The Elders, unhappy about it, agree'd to provide Him with what He asked for. A cushion for comfort, and sparse food and drink. The Elders were not stupid, they needed to weigh the information He had given them, speak to the outter ranks, scouts, see of it were true, that the Goblins were visiting death upon the lands, altho truth be told, news was already filtering in. They would give Him what He asked for, for now, until they had made a decision. And, He held one of their own within His chain. Half-Breed or not, she was one of them. For her comfort they would do as He asked.

They also wanted to get an idea of indeed He did have minions, poised to attack.

The food brought consisted of some freshly roasted meat, bread, along with water. For Safi, some berries and juice were included. It was well known that Goblins ate meat raw, but Elves did not. He would have to make due. Only males brought forth the food. All females and young were quickly sequestered inside, where it was considered safe.

It was discussed whether to rescue Safi, but that idea was abandoned. She was tainted now. Foul. If rescued, she would simply be cast out, and most likely end up a whore in one of the cities, not much different than what life she had now.

Safi, having finished with the task commanded of her, crawled to His side. Her belly was rumbling, yet He offered her no food. It took her only a moment to realize He wanted her to beg. Beg for food, beg for life.

With tears in her eyes, she did just that.

"Please my Lord, I am starving, please will You allow me just a bite. From Your hand, my Lord, please" And when the piece of bread was offered, she did take it from His hand, like a pet taking offered scraps from it's Master. Her lips brushing His palm, tongue dancing along the lengths of His fingers. It was this way that she was fed, each peice taken from His hand, until His fingers became slick from her licking tongue.

Ripper, in hiding just outside the village, ready to attack at the first sign of trouble or signal from Dart, could see what Safi was doing. Between that and her fingering her pussy, his cock was raging and he had free'd it, and was slowly stroking it with a rough hand.

"better get this over with soon" he grumbled to himself, growing more impatient. He wanted, he needed, to use the girl soon, or he'd explode.
 
Despite the danger or, perhaps, in part because of it, Dart felt his cock grow rigid. The sight of Safi's tear-stained face, her quiet pleading for food, her warm mouth licking at his fingers... He was discovering a taste for this power. The young woman's miserable obedience was exhilerating and delicious and was better than the gobhar. The thought gave him pause and he examined the idea carefully. The battle lust that consumed a gobh was the core of the identity of the gobh'lin. It literally defined them, and every gobh eagerly sought the transcendent experience of the gobhar.

But the gobhar was about losing control and this pleasure, he gave Safi's face a slight stroke to let her know he was pleased with her, was about control. In the gobhar he held the power of life and death, but matters always came down on the side of death. In this he held the power of life and death, but matters were coming down on the side of life. And in order to continue to hold that power, that control over Safi, he had to maintain control of himself. He saw the broad outlines of something new taking shape, but he couldn't make out the details.

'And is it still of the gobh'lin? Or is it something different?' he quietly wondered. 'Does my blood betray me?' The question taunted him, for he had no answer and his suspicions were darker than the night. Another piece of food went to Safi; hungry Safi, forced to grovel in front of the people who'd whelped her. Her mouth accepted the food eagerly and he wondered if she knew that her hunger was for more than food. He considered telling her, but decided against it. 'It will be far more fun to tell her later, when she starts to forget this.'

That pre-supposed, of course, that there was a later. But Dart was certain there would be; he knew elves. Oh, not these forest-livers in general or particular, but he knew the soul of elves: it was cruel. There were differences between the day-dwellers and the dark-dwellers he admitted; no dark elf village would have had to hold a council to discuss a course of action. The dominant house would have ordered and the subordinate houses would have obeyed, or fought. But if there were differences, these were minor matters, superficialities. They shared the same soul: coldly calculating. And cold calculation would conclude that Dart was a problem to be dealt with later, and more easily than the immediate problem of a horde of gobh'lin. They would deal with him now and then deal with him later.

The thought did make him smile, and he concealed it from the observers by directing it at Safi. "I'm pleased with you, Safi," he growled lightly. It was a lie, but it wasn't. He really was pleased with the woman and it was hard not to think about raping her. The idea was beguiling, seductive. It would be fun to fuck her flesh in the middle of her home, to take her to the point where she lost control and begged for more, to paint her with his seed. And it would be fun to remind her of it in the future, to watch her surrender to her condition again and again.

He took a deep breath and felt his own body trembling. 'Not now,' he forced himself to think. 'Not yet. Soon, though. Yes.'

Two of the elves, elders from the look of them, approached them. Dart dropped the piece of food he had been intending to feed to Safi and it landed on his foot. He frowned in annoyance. "Lick it off, fuckmeat," he ordered and then turned his attention to the elfmeat.

"We are agreed, dark-spawn. You may have the old village and the lands within bow-shot. If you are telling the truth," one said.

"We require your life as hostage," the other stated. "You will remain here under our bows until our warriors return. If you have lied to us, you will die."

Dart's response was simple. He stepped forward, brushing Safi's face away from his foot with his movement, and drew his sword. He began drawing lines in the dirt.

"These villages will be burned by a small forces of the gobh'lin using fire arrows. Some of them will remain to shoot at those that might go to other villages. These villages will be attacked and destroyed. Great Hook will be at one of them. The gobhs will retreat to here with their loot and will take this path towards the broken lands; the same path they took to arrive here. An ambush will be set at this point to destroy any pursuers. Once Great Hook sees you he will know he has been betrayed. He will change the plan and try to come here to attack your undefended homes. Only by killing him can you avoid this," he said. "I will require shade during the day. Nothing with walls."

The elves turned and walked away from him without a word, their contempt and dislike for him screaming from every line of their bodies. Dart didn't particularly care what they thought. What he thought was that elves would make excellent fuckmeat and that he knew how to make that happen. But that was a thing for the future. For now... His eyes fixed on Safi.

"Your cunt had better be clean, fuckmeat. If I taste any of my seed in there I'm going to make you scream in a fashion you don't enjoy. Spread, Safi," he growled as he knelt, licking his lips in anticipation.
 
Safi could not bring herself to even look up at the Elder Elves when they approached and spoke to Dart. She could not bare to see the disappointment, the disgust, she was sure was shining in their eyes. They had not addressed her, during any of the conversation with Dart. That told her all she needed to know. They considered her dead. They would not worry themselves over her fate, not that they ever had. The main reason she had been hunting alone, was because none would deign to hunt with her. The reason she was so far from home was the simple fact she had been trying to impress with her hunting skills. Trying to learn, to become one of the best hunters. Maybe they would have accepted her then. Maybe they would have loved her.

Maybe....

She listened carefully, even if she would not raise her eyes, to the most recent conversation Dart had with the Elders. Her mind was racing. His own village? With Ripper and Slash? Would Dart keep her? Free her? Use her as bait for others? Use her as a reward for others like He tended to do with Slash and Ripper? Would He kill her? What kind of life was she going to have? Would Great-Hook find them? Kill her? Kill Dart?

Her thoughts were interrupted by Dart's voice....

"Your cunt had better be clean, fuckmeat. If I taste any of my seed in there I'm going to make you scream in a fashion you don't enjoy. Spread, Safi,"

Her heart thudded in her chest, her mind suddenly turning to what He had just said, and the hungered look in His eyes. When He licked His lips, she focusing on that long, serpent like tongue, Safi felt the warmth begin to spread over her sex.

Did she want to do this right here, on the ground, where any could see? Did she want to do this in her home village, in front of the Elders, the kids, or any other Elf, whom she had grown up with, whom she had prayed would love her some day, did she want to do this here, in front of all of them???

Did she have a choice???

No, she no longer had a choice. And not only because of her fear of Dart and He beating her to death right then and there if she refused. But also because her body was screaming out to feel the glide of His tongue, her pussy was warming, moistening, at just the idea, her heart pounding, every nerve ending tingling.

"yyyyes my Lord" she managed to whisper, her voice quivering.

Safi lay on her back, right there on the ground, opening her legs, baring her cunt, her pussy, her sex, her most intimate of places, to Dart, and any who cared to take a gander over to where they were.

Glistening droplets of her own sweet wetness clung to the soft, barely there downy curls that concealed nothing. The lips surrounding her dark, heated entrance to her womb reddened in arousal, her body as a whole, trembling. When she felt Dart's tongue, His clawed fingers opening her, she had to bite into her lower lip to not scream out.... scream out in pleasure and shame. With each motion of His tongue, each lick, each growl against her flesh, her clit, Safi shook, moaning, gasping, lifting, rocking her hips, to His mouth, her fingers digging into the ground beneath her.

Ripper, who could see everything from his vantage point, began growling low in his throat. His cock was rock hard and painful, and his stroking was not helping. Watching Dart, His head buried between the open legs of Safi, her movements, the look on her face, he could almost taste the sweetness that Dart surely was enjoying. He was going to feast on the girl as soon as this whole thing was over. Feast on her and fuck her until she screamed over and over and over again.

"FUCK" He grunted "what is taking so long... I need to FUCK her!!!"

"HUSH" Slash-Throat answered from where he stood. "You'll get your chance, just like I will, now stop fucking complaining will YOU" He was about as hard as Ripper was, but he was not stroking himself, not yet at least. His thoughts were focused on Safi's open mouth, wanting to silence her cries with his own cock while Dart devoured her. To feel her moans, over his cock, Slash had to shake his head to halt the thoughts that threatened to take over.

They had a job to do....
 
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Dart pushed his tongue deep into Safi and carefully rode the wave of lust she created. She was so sweet, better than blood, and her musk, now a familiar scent, was chokingly thick in the back of his throat. He'd never tasted fuckmeat this fresh, this delicious. As she squirmed beneath him, his tongue probed within her, the tip pressing against soft, wet flesh, exploring. Every once in a while he'd pull back and lave her open pussy lips, tongue rasping over her pearl, tip circling it. He loved the way her body reacted when he did that.

His fingers left her sex and slid up to her hips, holding her relatively still. But not absolutely still. He doubted he could accomplish that short of chaining her to the ground, and he lacked a proper ring or stake for that. 'It will not always be so,' he swore silently.

As much as he enjoyed the taste and feel of Safi's body, he also loved her predicament. What, he wondered, was going through her mind? Was she rationalizing; hiding behind the explanation that her actions helped save her people? Did she think herself the noble sacrifice? How did she explain spreading her legs wide and the fingers that scrabbled in the dirt? Was it his fault? Her fault? Did she imagine her friends or family sneaking glances at her? Seeing her pierced flesh, her marked skin? Were they listening to her moans?

He growled happily, hungrily, and thrust his tongue deep into Safi. Her taste never seemed to pale and his hunger for it, for her, only seemed to grow. Dart began to lick her in earnest, lashing her cunt with his tongue and driving her towards climax. 'Scream for the audience, fuckmeat,' he thought. This was going to be fun.
 
Her gasps, mewlings, moans, were heard not only by Dart, but any that were even remotely close by. Ripper and Slash-Throat were too far away, which was a good thing given Rippers high state of emotion and arousal at the moment. But that could not be said for the Elders, nor many of the village Elves. They could hear her loud and clear on this quiet afternoon.

And Safi.... try as she might.... could not keep quiet the sounds that came bursting past her lips. Each thrust of His tongue, deep inside her, the sheath of her sex trying to grasp that wet, slippery tongue, the walls of her pussy quivering against it, only brought forth another wave of pleasure, and the deepest of humiliation for Safi, but it was the pleasure she vocalized. She would sob later, when left alone in the dark, the shame overshadowing her.

She dug her fingers into the grass, gripping, her hips rocking, undulating to His mouth and tongue. Her clit felt as if it were on fire, and each stroke of His tongue over it only ingnited that fire again and again, sending waves of intense pleasure, bordering on pain, racing over and thru her.

Writhing on the ground, her naked, displayed body shook, her back arching, long dark hair splayed about her head like a dark, evil, shameful halo. Her racing mind dealing with the sensations that racked her body and the thoughts that plagued her mind. She could almost hear, taste, feel the disgust that the Elves felt. She knew she could be seen, heard, and her face flushed even deeper. Why was Dart doing this to her? To show His dominance over her? To break her even more? To make her scream for them, scream for Him?

YES, to all, came the resounding answer in her own mine. YES.... YES..... YES!!!

"Yesssssssss" her voice screamed out "Ohhhhhhhhhhh godssssss.................. yessssssssssssssss" her body betraying her yet again, rewarding Dart with the fruits of her orgasm, her body violently shuddering, trembling, eyes rolling back and closing, her cries echoing over and over and over again, heard by most in the village, the Elders pausing in their quiet talking, shaking their heads. "Disgusting" said one. "We should kill them both. She is a disgrace, screaming like that for the touch of a filthy goblin!" said another. "She is shamed enough" came the voice of the clear Leader. "no punishment we could give would equal what is being done to her now"

Ripper heard her last cries of climax, he stroking himself so hard that a moment later his hand was covered in his own sticky mess. If he had to attack now, he probably wouldn't be able to, he thought to himself as he collasped back against a nearby tree trunk, his breathing ragged.

Slash-Throat watched Safi, heard Safi, and heard and saw Ripper as well. Shaking his head, he managed to control his own arousal. Tho he made a mental note that when this was done, he would have first dibs at the girl. His cock jumped at the thought. He letting the image of Safi, writhing beneath him instead of Dart, slowly invade his mind.
 
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Safi's moans and the motions of her body in her pleasure sent waves of satisfaction rippling through Dart's body. He lapped contentedly at her wet sex, lazily experimenting with her reactions, seeing how his actions caused her body to react. She wasn't fighting him at all and her surrender was more delicious than her nectar. In fact, thought Dart was all but consumed by a desire to impale Safi repeatedly on his cock until he filled her to overflowing with his seed, he found that what he truly desired was more of her submission.

Teeth bared in a wicked smile he rose from between her glistening thighs and crawled up her lithe body until his cockhead felt the heat of her. Her eyes were half-close and unseeing, so he slapped her face, and then again, rousing her and bringing her out of her euphoria and back to understanding of his control. His eyes fixed hers.

"Beg for it, fuckmeat," he said softly. Her eyes widened and he enjoyed another moment of her shame.
 
Gasping, trembling, low mewling moans quivering past her lips. Safi was caught in the grasp of pleasure, her orgasm still ringing thru every nerve ending in her body, clit pulsing, heart thundering, her body covered in a sheen of moist heat.

The slap to her face was at first, almost unfelt. The second brought her back to the here and now, and her lidded eyes focused on Dart..... Dart.... the Goblin who, somehow, for some reason, could bring her to such dizzying heights of pleasure and pain. Dart, Ripper and Slash-Throat....


She stared up into His eyes.

"Beg for it, fuckmeat,"

Beg.... He was going to make her beg.

She thought she heard something, maybe snickering, maybe that horrified hush that some make when seeing something so fundimentally disgusting. Having sex in the open was not all that disgusting amongst the elves, at least not her people. She had seen it before, mating was natural, beautiful, at least it was supposed to be. It was not hidden among her people, unlike humans, even tho she herself was half human. But rape was known and recognized. Sex was to be consentual. That was very very important. Mating was wanted, desired. Rape.... was not....

For her to beg for it, would only solidify in the minds and eyes of any watching, that she indeed did want, did desire, sex, with the Goblin, a thought so vile that many of the Elves of her village, even now, were locked away, unable to deal with such a thought, such a foul thing. A few, of the braver, with stronger stomaches, were watching. Hiding and watching, almost fascinated. Some had even witnessed the rape of Safi's mother by the human hunter who was her father, with the same fascination. Or had it been rape? That had been hotly debated.

"please, please don't make me do this" she whispered, her shame and humiliation quite evident in her voice. But even as her voice begged Him for mercy, to not make her do this, to not degrade her so, her body was begging something totally different.

She undulated against Him, her legs parting farther, the soaking wetness of her pussy sliding along the length of Him, the heat penetrating, enveloping. As she moved beneath Him, her breasts brushed His chest, peaked nipples raking His skin, the rings tickling a bit. Her body was begging for Him, begging for Him to mount her, to mate her, to fuck her.....

And again she thought she heard that snickering sound, and several deep, very male, moans. She was being watched, and watched very closely, and despite how foul and perverted and vile this was considered, some, were pleasuring themselves, much like Ripper, at the sight before them on the grass.

"please......"
 
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Rage and pleasure battled for supremacy in Dart's heart. On the one claw, her misery was a delicious feast, enough even to satisfy that hunger deep in his soul. That she was clearly fighting her own body made her entreaties that much more satisfying. But she wasn't just fighting her own body, she was defying his will! Even as his cock trembled in desire for her flesh, his fangs longed to rip out her throat, his fingers itched with desire for the pain they could inflict on her tender flesh.

It might have been the way her body writhed beneath him, pressing up to him and opening to him in frank offering, that saved her. Or it might have been the musk that filled his lungs or the new control that he was exploring. It might even have been that part of his being that he was no longer hiding or trying to deny. Whatever it was, it sparked the idea for the perfect punishment. Dart grinned so widely his face ached.

"This once, Safi, but only this once, you may choose."

He laughed as her eyes grew wide again. "Yes," he assured her, "this is not a trick. You may choose not to fuck. This once."

His hips moved slowly, gliding his hard shaft against her sex, pressing against the inflamed petals of her cunt and slowly, very slowly, rasping over her pearl. They moved again, reversing the motion and dragging his cock back down the same path it had traveled.

"But if you want my cock, Safi, then you have to beg for it." His hips moved, and so did her body. Her breasts were soft against his chest but for the nipples which seemed as hard as the rings set within them. He could see her pulse at her throat and the redness of hot blood just beneath the surface of her chest, blushing pale in comparison to the bruises his mouth had marked her with.

"Loudly," he whispered into her ear as his tongue traced from her ear to her neck to her jaw and then grazed across her lips.

His hips moved.
 
Safi was sobbing, it was a quiet sound, that seemed to mingle with the whimpering, passion laced moans that also escaped her lips. But yes, she was sobbing. In fear, in shame, and....... and...... in frustration.

She begged Him for mercy, yet her body hungered for what He could provide, and only He could provide. She was beginning to wonder if any other could ever make her feel the way He did. If making love with another of her own kind, if she ever escaped the Goblins, would ever take her to the heights that Dart, Ripper, and Slash-Throat had, even tho their fucking her was no where near making love, and surely would again. That mingling of intense, searing pleasure, depraved, humiliated shame, tearing, ripping pain, and lastly the chilling sensation of fear.

Her sobbing came when He actually gave her the choice....

"This once, Safi, but only this once, you may choose."

Her eyes had widened. Surely He was trying to trick her, to lure her into a trap that would result in her throat being torn open right then and there.

Yes," He had assured her, "this is not a trick. You may choose not to fuck. This once."

She was left sobbing beneath Him, the feel of His cock, thick, long, aroused, obscenely sliding ever so slowly along the soaking wet slit of her sex. Her breath catching, as the surface pressed against her clit, making her shudder from the depths of her soul. She responded by moving with Him, wetly leaving a trail of her slick moisture against His shaft.

"But if you want my cock, Safi, then you have to beg for it."

Gasping, Safi closed her eyes, her head falling back to the ground. Her body paused, trembling beneath Him.

Her mind was screaming, NO, NO YOU DO NOT WANT HIS COCK!!! NO NO NO!!!! But was that her voice? Or the voice of her mother, her Elders, the others in the village she had called home, even if she was never fully accepted. Was it her voice? Or theirs?

Did she want... WANT... His cock? Desire His cock? Hunger for His cock?

Her eyes snapped open, as she felt the serpentine slide of His tongue, tasting her skin, the whisper of His voice.... "Loudly," ...... His tongue slipped over her lips.... and Safi's parted them to accept His tongue, her own finding His, curling around as the kiss deepened. It was more like He was tasting her mouth, savouring the sweetness, His tongue violating her throat. She could taste herself upon His tongue, her warmth, her desire.

When the kiss, or it was more like the rape of her mouth broke, Safi cried out.

"PLEASE" she begged. "Please MY LORD, mount me, FUCK ME, I need You inside me" She could not halt the words that betrayed her soul. It did not mean she wanted to be enslaved to Him, it did not mean she loved Him, it meant that her body was screaming for Him, her mind wanting to be taken to those heights again, to careen over the cliff and into the climax that she knew He would bring her. "I need Your cock, INSIDE ME.... PLEASE" She was begging, sobbing, crying, and shaking beneath Him...

She had made her choice....

But, a whispered "I hate You" did not go unheard by Dart

The snickering of the others watching stopped then. A quiet hush replacing. Their eyes as wide as saucers, as they watched the Goblin and the Half-Elf mating on the ground.

Ripper's eyes widened when he too heard Safi's beggings, as did Slash-Throat's. Both looked at each other and back to Dart and the His captive girl/slave.
 
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Dart laughed; long and loud and triumphantly. He'd expected Safi to beg, to surrender to the urges that clearly ruled her body. He'd never have made his offer otherwise; it was simply another way to make his control of her manifest. Her pleas were music to his ears and drugs to feed his addiction. He could listen to her all day long and one day he would. But it was her whisper that gave him a true sense of victory. He hadn't expected to drag her out of her shell, out of the place in her soul where she hid. His laughter trailed off into a happy growl.

"No, I don't think so," he said pleasantly in a carrying voice. "You've been a disobedient cunt, you don't deserve my cock."

He lifted himself up and slid up, straddling her body and pinning her arms to her sides. The emotions on her face... He grabbed her hair and banged her head back against the grass. He could feel the attention of the village centered on them, like a weight in the air.

"Lick your filth off my cock," he ordered. "Perhaps if go back to behaving as you have for the past several days you'll earn another chance to have me fuck you."
 
The emotions on her face...

A parody of confusion, shock, humiliation, resignation, and even, in the gleam in her eyes, anger, disappointment.... and most telling..... surrender. Or was it maybe, a bit of stubborness, that same stubborness that had helped her survive being an half breed among the pure elves, that stubborn determination that had sent her into the woods to hunt, to prove herself.

What was it that shone in her eyes, in that myriad of emotions that passed over her face??


"Lick your filth off my cock," he ordered. "Perhaps if go back to behaving as you have for the past several days you'll earn another chance to have me fuck you."

"Did You consider it my filth when it coated Your cock, slick and dripping, allowing You to so easily enter me? Fuck me? Rape me? Did Ripper consider it filth when he mounted me? Slamming himself inside me? Or Slash-Throat? Did He consider it filth, when I warmed him? Flooding his cock with that.... filth as You now choose to call it?"

The words were hissed, nearly silent. She was not a dumb, useless peice of fuckmeat. Yes, she had begged to be fucked. Yes, she had given up hope of ever living with the Elves again, now that she was so fouled and marked, yes she knew that it was Dart who collared her, who first claimed her, raped her, and chose to share her with the others. Yes, she knew that she was helpless against Him, even here, in her own village. If they killed Him, they would either kill her as well, or more likely cast her out, where she would meet Ripper and Slash-Throat, or even the Leader, Great-Hook, and be raped over and over again anyway. Her options were quite limited, yet, she could not stop the words from hissing past her lips.


But what was most telling in those words was the small fact that Dart was ripping into her very soul. She had hidden well within herself, accepting what she was, what she had to do, to survive, but Dart was getting to her, raping her from the inside out. And she had no defense against that.
 
Though he felt like frowning at Safi's words, at her apparent rebellion, Dart did not. He overuled the reaction of his gut and instead focused on the reaction of his mind. The thoughts racing through the twisted pathways of his heads were smug, satisfied. 'In any siege,' he thought, 'there comes a time when the enemy is forced out of their shell by desperate straits. Then they sally forth or try some strategem of faith. Safi has sallied forth and I must batter her to her knees and leave her with nothing,' he finished gleefully.

A clawed finger reached down to her face and slowly picked a strand of hair from her eyes. He tossed it gently aside, letting it join the others that formed her dark halo. "It was," he said reasonably, "and it is, and it will be whatever I choose to call it. It will be honey when I desire it to be and it will likewise be filth when I so name it. And you, my fuckmeat, can be my obedient servant or my despised and reviled slave. As with your filth, it shall be as I desire it. I have seen your soul, Safi. It is not as the soul of the Gohb'lin. Neither is it entirely the soul of the elfmeat. It hungers for fuck. It demands to crawl and be abused. It rages when you try to assert yourself. And when you are conquered...."

He moved, a complicated little dance that involved pinning her arms and upper body with his legs as he leaned forward, hips drawing back to place the tip of his cock, wet with her honey and his own clear fluid that hung in a sticky, pendulous drop, against her lips. He thrust hard into her mouth, ignoring the pain that scraped up his nerves as her teeth resisted and scored the length of him. He thrust deeply into her, all the way into her throat until his hairy flesh pressed against her face and his heavy balls draped against her chin.

"Whe you are conquered," he growled, "Your soul sings in rapture."

He pulled back, slightly, enough to give her the barest opportunity to draw a breath through her nose and then roughly pushed back into her.

"Fight it, fuckmeat," he gruffed. "Fight my cock and your soul. Do it! Chain the very core of your being deep within your heart. Assert yourself and unman me. Show your people that you are a gobh, a warrior, down to your marrow. They will hail you a warrior amongst warriors and acclaim you a true heroine of your folk. Kill me with your teeth, fuckmeat! And then Ripper and Slash-Throat will unleash the fires and you and yours can slay them. Surely you can slay them. The women and children and old ones can do the work of absent warriors. A village of soft elfmeat can slay two gobhs. You might even survive it and live to enjoy your status. Though you'd have to guard against your soul. It cannot be killed, only restrained or unleashed." His voice dripped with satisfaction as he reached this part of his narrative.

"Would you sleep alone, Safi? Far from others in fear they might hear the echoes of your soul's demands? Soft pleading in the night? Forbidden desires that would dash your status if ever they were whispered of? Or would you take a lover? Would you crawl to him and beg him to hit you? To maul your tits and fuck you like a savage? Would you lie and tell him that you only desire such from him?"

His hips moved again, sliding his cock along her soft, pliant tongue and opening her throat for a moment before ramming home once again. He could feel her body moving beneath his feet, her legs kicking.

"Do it, fuckmeat," he whispered. "Fight me. Or pretend that you save your people with your sacrifice. Or let your soul sing. Choose."
 
"Do it, fuckmeat," he whispered. "Fight me. Or pretend that you save your people with your sacrifice. Or let your soul sing. Choose."

Safi groaned around Him, unable to cry out, silenced by the forced thrust of His cock deep into her mouth. The muscles of her throat contracting, rebelling, unable to keep the invader at bay, instead twitching and convulsing around Him, swallowing against Him.

His words, His disgusting, venomous words, digging deep, severing, slicing, choking, thrusting deep into her soul, deeper than His cock ever could. Tearing into her more deadly than His claws ever would. She felt herself bleeding, not blood, but more lifegiving, she felt her very spirit flowing from the depths of her.

No matter what she did, the Elves would never accept her again, even if she managed, by some miracle, to kill Dart, Ripper and Slash-Throat. The Elves would cast her out, would shun her completely. The humans, they would see her as an Elf, and seek to either use her, abuse her, rape her, enslave her, and kill her, much as Dart was. Worse, they would surely torture her to reveal where others were, and attack, and..... could or would human hunters be reasoned with?

How was it that she managed to reason with Dart and Ripper and Slash-Throat? Did she hold the "cards" so to speak? Because of the mere fact that she gave them, or was it more like they TOOK their pleasure from her?

Worse, would she indeed be alone for the rest of her days? Now that she was fouled, marked by Dart? Did He know, sense, what He took from her when He marked her, let alone raped her? She could hide the rape, lie, but she could never hide the symbols carved into her flesh, symbols that told what she was, what had been done to her, whose seed had been spilled deep inside of her.

Dart's words hung in the air, just as He rocked forward once more, forcing His length once more past her lips, into the depths of her throat, feeling her despairing moan slip out around Him, vibrating along the shaft, she closing her lips, mouth over Him, writhing beneath the weight of Him, legs kicking out, in frustration, and the need to breath deeply again, unable to around His choking member.

Her thoughts, jumbled one moment, twisted, confused, cleared and focused the next, once more faded into the desperate battle for life, a life worth living, or at least a life that was not filled with such empty lonliness.

At least, with Dart, she would find some....... even if a tiny speck..... of pleasure..... mingled always with pain, but still.... she would not be alone, and her body, her body and the cravings He had awakened in her, He, and Ripper and Slash, would be sated......

Dart knew that she had no place to go.... He was far from stupid......

Her body arched up beneath Him as she latched onto His cock and began to suck, drawing Him deeper into her throat, the softness of her tongue cradling Him, the wetness surrounding, slick, warm, her struggle to breath tickling the base. She stopped kicking and began to roll her hips up and down beneath Him as she suckled, in the same rhythm. Her mind filled suddenly with the image of Ripper, tongue buried in her pussy, licking her deeply as Dart fucked her mouth.

Another image, she on hands and knees, Slash-Throat laying beneath her, feasting on her breasts as they swung beneath her, his fangs raking her nipples, Dart, before her, cock buried deeply in her mouth, as it was now... and Ripper mounted behind her, fucking her wildly, grunting with every thrust, his cock soaking from her flowing juices.

The thoughts, the images, made her cry out, a silent sound that surrounded Dart's cock, a sound of surrender, her eyes closing.
 
Dart felt the change in Safi's lips, in the way her tongue stroked his flesh, in the way her body moved, in the sound and feel of her moan. But he also felt it in a way that he couldn't put words or coherent thoughts to; he simply felt her surrender. He also felt victorious. Of course, any brute could bully a female so it wasn't that he'd simply won, that he had forced her body to accept his will. He'd had meat like that, dead eyes staring into nothing while his cock squelched in a cunt so worn and full of cum that he almost couldn't feel anything. Meat broken like that died, eventually, the spirit long before the body.

No, he felt victorious because he'd broken Safi to his will without killing her spirit. 'Of course,' he admitted, 'I can't claim all the credit. Her spirit wants to be shackled and abused. I just made it possible.' But even that admission didn't detract from the sense of triumph he felt. It even made him feel cheerful.

"Good girl," he breathed as his hips moved his cock in and out of her hungry mouth. The ache of the scrapes her teeth had inflicted seemed inconsequential in comparison to the feel of her strong lips and lithe tongue and she seemed to pleasure him now with an intensity that easily equaled her resistance moments earlier.

"Ripper must be dying," he chuckled. "I can picture him in the forest, gnawing at a tree in frustration as he watches you. Is that why you spread your legs so wide Safi? Why your hips move? Are you displaying yourself to Ripper? Promising him your hungry cunt?"

He hissed in pleasure as Safi's tongue seemed to swirl around his hard flesh and a thrill danced along his nerves.

"Or is it simply that you need to be filled, Safi? Is your famished cunt begging for gobh cock? Yes, of course it is. That's what you begged for."

His words stuttered slightly as his breathing grew ragged. Dart pulled back with his hips, leaving only the head of his cock to Safi's eager ministrations, and then came with a bellow of satisfaction. Each burst of cum was accompanied by a burst of pleasure that sent his body rigid for a long moment. He could feel the denar slipping over him, a warm, blissful blanket of lethargy; no longer an enemy to be feared, but a friend to be welcomed.

Breathing deeply he withdrew from her wet embrace and sat back, the back of a claw stroking her cheek. He looked down on her and smiled. "Ripper and Slash-Throat will have to wait," he said cheerfully. "But I am here. Do you still want a gobh to use your cunt?"
 
"Good girl," he breathed as his hips moved his cock in and out of her hungry mouth.

His words were almost soft to her filled with the lust that He surely felt as His cock moved in and out of her mouth, her suckling of Him deepening. She murmered around His shaft, almost a cooing sound.

"Ripper must be dying," he chuckled. "I can picture him in the forest, gnawing at a tree in frustration as he watches you. Is that why you spread your legs so wide Safi? Why your hips move? Are you displaying yourself to Ripper? Promising him your hungry cunt?"

Truthfully, she had been thinking of Ripper and Slash-Throat. She knew that being with one, meant being with all three. But she had no real idea where they had stationed themselves in the woods surrounding the camp. Surely they could see the two of them, see what Dart was doing to her, but the motions of her hips, the spread of her legs, the opening of her pussy, was for Dart, not for Ripper or Slash-Throat. For Dart and for herself.

"Or is it simply that you need to be filled, Safi? Is your famished cunt begging for gobh cock? Yes, of course it is. That's what you begged for."

Safi moaned in response. Not much got past Dart, that was for sure. The sound gently caressed along His cock, as she pulled Him deep into the back of her throat, sucking hard enough to feed off Him. Her lips tight about the length, holding Him within her mouth, not wanting to allow Him to pull back. Her grasp tight enough that He had to forcibly pull back, leaving the head resting at her lips.

A whispered "please" was all it took, the sound tickling the very tip of His cock. When He exploded in His orgasm, Safi, not wanting to be sprayed with His cum, instead chose to swallow His seed, her pink lips closing over the sensative head, her mouth filling with His lust. Closing her eyes, she struggled to swallow, the thick, heated cum flowing down her throat.

She could not stop the gasp when He pulled from her mouth, she swallowing the last of His seed, taking in that needed breath of air. The blush of shame colored her cheeks. Did the Elders see? What were the others seeing, thinking, whispering amongst themselves?

Thru out the whole thing, she had been rocking her hips, her dripping wet cunt on display for any to see, wanting, needing, to be mounted, ridden, fucked.

More than one male Elf, having been drawn to watch what was happening, had retreated into the shadows to masterbate, unable to stop their own mounting arousals. A couple of others has sought out their mates, and even now were furiously riding their females, picturing in their minds what they had just witnessed. Sex so raw, almost vicious. Others, of course refused to watch, or turned away, sickened.

Ripper was in fact, nearly gnawing at the tree he was hiding behind. His hand, still covered in his own seed after having climaxed once, was again stroking his stiffening length. He could see Safi's legs were parted, and new her dripping wet cunt would be open, pussy lips deep pink, soaking with moisture, aroused, ready, even if he was too far away to actually see it from this vantage point, but he did see Dart thrust forward at Safi's face, and knew he had just fed Safi His seed. He wanted to, he NEEDED to, he NEEDED release, and his frustrated growls were growing louder once more.

"Shhhh Idiot" Slash-Throat would have reached out and smacked Ripper had he been closer to him. But he could not deny his own arousal now, as he watched his Leader and His captive.

Safi finally stopped shaking, going still for a moment as she licked the last of His cum from her lips. The light stroking of His claw along her cheek drew her gaze to His.

"Ripper and Slash-Throat will have to wait," "But I am here. Do you still want a gobh to use your cunt?"

"please, please..... yessss" the answer came before she could stop it, before she could think on it, before she could form the words to deny her need to be fucked right there on that grass.

"Please my Lord, yessssss" she begged, the shame she felt clear in her voice and in her eyes. No matter how humiliated she felt, her body was screaming out at her, her pussy empty, hungered, desperate to be filled again by cock, Dart's cock, Ripper's cock, Slash-Throat's cock.
 
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Dart smiled, enjoying once more the young woman's begging. He thought, on consideration, that he liked Safi best this way; aroused and begging for his attentions. Lowering himself, he pushed back with his arms and descended her body until his face was level with hers and his calculating eyes could stare unhindered into her fevered eyes. His shaft rubbed slowly along the length of her wet slit, hot petals opening beneath him, clinging to his damp cock. Her body moved, hips shifting as she sought to both rub against him and to impale herself upon him.

"Better," he said quietly. "You have such a lovely soul, Safi. And it looks so good in chains."

It was, he knew, absolutely true. She was a vision of sexual excitement, fuckmeat beyond perfection, transcendently alluring. He found, without quite knowing how it had happened, that he had buried himself inside her. The look in her eyes made him smile and snarl simultaneously. He thought to hold her thus pinned for a few moments, but she was already moving against him. Laughing, he moved, pulling back and then slamming forward against her.

"True fuckmeat!" he exulted happily. "A cunt that burns with an unquenchable fire," he praised her. "A soul that hungers for fuck!" he declared as his flesh slapped against hers.

Still laughing, he brought every muscle of his body into play to drive deeply into Safi's flesh. With each thrust his feet pushed against the grass and his entire body moved. He dropped his head to her neck and sucked savagely at it, adding another mark to those that already encircled her throat; another link on the collar he had set within her flesh. "Fukar," he growled against her before that madness swallowed him and rational thought vanished like a pebble tossed into a lake.
 
Even tho they were quite a distance away, hiding, both Ripper and Slash-Throat could easily distinguish the now harsh, thrusting motion of Dart as He mounted Safi and began to mate her. Ripper was groaning almost in time with Dart's motions atop the girl, his own body rocking, hand stroking his once more engorged cock. He was sweating, and huffing, ready to burst out of the woods and dash the couple of hundred yards to where Dart was fucking Safi in the grass and rip Dart off and mount her himself. Even Slash-Throat was beginning to contemplate the same, or at least finding a fuckmeat for himself for times like this.

On the grass, Safi was crying out with every plunge of Dart's still hardened cock into the grasping sheath of her sex. Even tho He had spilled His seed into her throat for her to taste, His cock was still pulsing, still filled, with more seed, still hard and thick, and she could feel every inch of Him as He drove deeply into her body, only to pull back and drive forward again, and again, and again.

Her body moved with His violent fucking, she gasping and groaning beneath Him as He slammed into her, pushing the breath from her as He did so. Safi, lost in the sensations that now commanded her body, no longer gave any thought to the Elves watching, eyes wide, nor to Ripper or Slash-Throat, whose eyes were just as wide as they witness this brutal mating from where they hid. She could only feel Him, atop her, His cock claiming her again and again, each thrust pushing Him deeper, the head hitting the very depths of her heat, against her womb, making her cry out again and again. Her head fell back, offering her throat to Him, feeling His lips then His fangs, suckling, nipping, marking her yet again.

Safi's legs wrapped around the body of the Goblin, her hands raking His back, nails grazing the skin, her cries quieting as her voice wavered and faultered, yet His relentless thrusting, driving of His hips did not, His cock soaking from her slick sex, grasping, tightening, as He again and again pushes into her.

When she came, the flood erupted, a fresh, searing sensation of her fluids, pouring over His cock, her body arching beneath Him, her breath driven from her as she screamed out in her orgasm. The sheath of her sex, convulsing, pulsing around His cock as her body shuddered and trembled, the climax taking her, her sparkling eyes rolling back, the grasp on His cock as tight as a boa squeezing it's prey to death, her womb, deep in her body, twitching and shaking as the orgasm worked thru her. Safi's cries, moans, pleadings, heard by any who were even remotely near, especially Ripper, Slash-Throat, and the approaching Elven Elders.

"FUCK" Ripper growled as he too erupted, spilling yet another jet of stick, hot seed all over his hand.
 
Time seemed to slow for Dart, and every moment lingered on his senses like blood dropping slowly from a blade. Safi writhed obscenely beneath him, giving herself over to her lusts and blending them into his. He felt every inch of her sex molding itself to his cock, he felt the slight resistance of her skin as his cock stretched her wide with each thrust. He tasted her skin and her sweat while her musk seemed to have replaced the air around them. It was both unreal and more real than the majority of his life. It was the fuckar.

With her cries sizzling along every nerve and her body violently attempting to pull him deeper as she came, he followed suit, his body tensing as each and every muscle cooperated to drive his cock and seed deeply into her. One spasm, two, then three, then more and when he thought it was almost finished, it started again, some cue of Safi's that his mind had missed but his body had not sent him again. He was drowning in her, he knew, but he didn't mind even as stars danced at the edges of his vision and his body seemed to made of unresponsive iron.

And then time began to flow as it did and Dart was collapsing atop Safi in a tangled mass of sweat and grasping limbs and heaving breaths. The denar was there already, as warm and comfortable as Safi's cunt, and he slipped into it even as his limp cock slipped out of Safi's distended sex. After a moment, when he was reasonably certain he could complete the sentence without stopping for breath, he growled "Good fuckmeat," cheerfully in her ear.

Rolling off, he lay on his back next to the elf and watched the trees swim until he noticed the presence of the other elves. Smiling, he calculated his words, searching for the greatest torment he could inflict upon them without sending them into a rage.

"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?"
 
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