Into The Lair of the Great Goblin (Closed for Otto26 and AmbrosiaCaress)

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"I am NOT Safi" Lenya intoned to herself again and again. "I am NOT Safi". Gods what that half elf/half human had done was pretty much the stories of legend now. Within Elven, Human and Goblin lure. Lenya didn't even want to think about it. She'd been told. Over and over again, she had been told.

And because she, herself, happened to be of mixed bloodlines, her father being human, her mother elven, she now had to deal with the consequences. Never mind the fact that her father, a hunter, had come across her mother during a hunting trip, and attacked her. Her mother should not have been out after dark in human territory, she should have known better and she did, but she was young, out picking strawberries alone and the time had gotten away from her. She paid the price, and unfortunately, so did her now mixed blood daughter. No one, not one single full blooded Elf trusted any mixed blood anymore, let alone one conceived and born of rape. Safi had, with her loyalty to Dart, the one Goblin it seemed everyone knew, condemned all that were not pure. It was that simple. It didn't matter that, with her crystalline mane of hair and clear, glass clear really, pale blue eyes, Lenya was quite the beauty. She was outcast. She had been since the moment, so many seasons ago, when she came quietly into the world, not uttering her first cry for several minutes after she was born. Lenya had always been a bit reserved even as a little one. Her mother, while not outcast, was treated as such due to her daughter, and the unfortunate circumstances surrounding her conception. Many suggested abandoning the mixed blood babe. Others suggested simply killing it. Her mother, gods bless her, kept them at bay. But Lenya always knew she was different and not wanted.

Her mother was the only on that made her feel wanted, needed, loved. When she died, after contracting an illness, the Elves refusing to treat her due to her mixed blood daughter, seeing her as foul, and the humans had no idea how to treat her, she died needlessly... leaving Lenya alone, so very alone...

The Elves saw her as foul and filthy, so she tried to co-exist with humans. But they treated her like garbage, as if she were nothing more than a feral animal of some kind. Never mind she constantly had to watch her back so she was not attacked.

Some may have taken what they were dealt in life and accepted it. Some may have simply ended their meager, unwanted existence. Not Lenya. She had the strong will of her mother, who had kept her as protected as she could. She wanted what she felt she deserved. It was not her fault her blood was mingled. She looked Elven, she identified with Elven, as far as she was concerned .. she WAS an ELF.

It was this that drove her. Drove her to try and be the best at everything. Hunting, healing, whatever she could learn, she did. It never helped. But she tried.

So, when word finally reached her, and it took a while, given she isolating herself to try and stay safe and survive, that the Elves and the Humans were seeking any who thought they may be able to infiltrate the great Goblin compound to the West, the Compound of Great Pike. His rule was vast, powerful, and dangerous. He had the nasty habit of mounting his enemies bodies, and not always "dead" at the time bodies, or heads on Pikes to warn off any who would think to challenge him. His brutality and cruelty was well known and well documented. His raids always ended up with many deaths of both Elves and Humans.

The reward, for killing and presenting Great Pike's head to the Elven/Human Council was a reward of YOUR choosing. Lenya, the outcast half Elf/half Human knew this was an opportunity too good to pass up. Much too good to pass up.

But the details did warn, several had tried already, and failed. All that had attempted to kill Great Pike were now dead, trophies to be displayed for the next one foolish enough to think he could be killed.

All had been male. All had been Fighters or Hunters.

She was neither of those. Lenya knew the stories of the Goblin slaves. That was what Safi had first been. Captured female elves or humans, enslaved to the horde, or sometimes enslaved to one. Safi had been enslaved to Dart in the beginning. Captured, held, enslaved. She had been nothing more than a Goblin slave, until her loyalty to him turned her into a legend.

What if..... Lenya's mind was turning that night as she considered this... opportunity... What if, she got herself captured, and enslaved. No one would suspect a slave of attacking and killing the one, the only, Great Pike. She'd learn his routines. Maybe see his lair. She would have the upper hand. But there was one small, well maybe not so small, hitch to this idea. Female slaves were used for pleasure. ALOT of pleasure. If she were tainted by Goblins, she would be seen as Unclean. Dirty. Tainted. Poisoned. She would be as good as dead to Elves, Humans, almost anything outside of Goblins. Lenya was pure in that respect right now, and she was going to have to come to grips with what might happen to her if she went through with this.

Was it worth it to get the life with the Elves she wanted, because her reward, dictated by her, would be ACCEPTANCE. Would she be able to endure what she may have to endure? Would she be able to keep her plan, would she be able to keep what happened to her, would she be able to keep that secret for the rest of her life if this did succeed? Could she live with herself knowing that certain things had happened to her?

It did not take Lenya too long to decide yes, she could. It really was the only chance she was going to have to gain some semblance of a normal life, something she so desperately wanted.

 

[Otto26]

The sounds of fucking woke Flayer; the wet slapping of flesh, the grunts of a goblin, the moans and cries of the slave. He growled in frustration, his flesh painfully hard. Runt growled, unsure what his partner was angry about but ready to join him in battle. Flayer slapped a hand against the dorgs side. "Not a problem we can kill, Runt," he said, "but I appreciate your loyalty." The dorg barked once and rose to his feet as Flayer did the same. Together they left the nest, walking past the copulating pair, down a hallway and up a flight of stairs into the light of the day.

Flayer adjusted the sun blockers on his eyes, still marveling at the devices he'd been given (given!) on his arrival, and looked around. The lair of Great Dart was nothing like he'd imagined. The tales of the northern plains spoke of the god-touched goblin who'd led a horde into the heart of the human and elvish lands, defeated Great Hook, carved a lair from the flesh of the meat, and defeated the Drow in their tunnels. He'd pictured a warrior fortress with stone walls adorned with the bodies of enemies, not this.... village. He'd been told that once it was a human village in the forest, fallen into ruins long before the goblins had arrived. The foundations were still visible, in places, but they were topped with open huts. Trees and small gardens and animal pens filled the space. Even during the day the charcoal pits and forges burned and the sounds of ore being turned into iron, iron being turned into steel, and steel being turned into wire, weapons, armor, and tools filled the air. Daywatch goblins grumbled about working in the light but went about their duties without any of the brawling or outright murder found in the northern camps. Human and elvish labormeat worked the gardens and tended the animals. He could see a trio of nightwatchers enjoying their fuckmeat before heading down into their nest for the night. It reminded him of his erection.

"Food or fuck?" he pondered.

Runt growled.

"You always pick food," Flayer responded. "I want a fuck." He walked towards the rack, noting that the line was smaller this early and filing that information away for future reference. In fact, he only had to wait for two goblins to finish before he got his turn at a cunt. He shoved his cock into her wet sex and began to pump hard. The goblin busy with her mouth growled in frustration as his rhythm was disturbed but the two soon settled into a new pace, bouncing the restrained woman back and forth between them. The goblin at the mouth finished first, thrusting deep, hands buried in the slave's hair. He was replaced by another in less than ten seconds and Flayer and the new goblin had to find a new rhythm. But only for a moment, Flayer finished hard, the head of his cock rubbing against the slaves womb and then he staggered back, pulling wetly out of her and trying not to fall. The goblins in line laughed at him, correctly identifying him as a newcomer. Flayer growled in annoyance, with them and himself.

"We'll find two more goblins who aren't idiots," he told Runt, "and then we'll get our own fuckmeat and I won't fall over like a rabbit every time I fuck. We can can be more here." The promise of more was what had brought him to make the journey south to the lair of Great Dart. In the north he was never going to be big enough to have anything of his own. Even Runt was likely to get eaten. Here? Great Dart was different. Here goblins could be free of the dehnar, could be more than squabbling killers. Great Dart traded with the humans and the goblins and his lair prospered. Here goblins needed to be smart.

"Got your fuck out?" Red Claw asked.

Flayer emerged from his thoughts with a start. "Yes," he told the big goblin who led this patrol.

"Good, you'll never find partners and get your own fuckmeat if you can't focus on the task."

Red Claw talked like an intellectual and Flayer envied that. He didn't try to bite at the goblin by asking why he was still leading solos on daywatch patrols if he knew so much. One-Eye wandered up, scratching at his crotch. Red Claw nodded at him. "Same as usual, killers. We go check the snares and we look for signs of intruders."

"Is the dorg going to be quiet?" One-Eye growled.

Runt growled at One-Eye as Flayer responded "He smelled something. One day he'll save your life with his sense of smell and you won't be mocking him then."

One-Eye growled at Flayer, a wordless challenge that was nothing more than show and they both knew it.

"We're all going to be quiet," Red Claw informed them. "A goblin's quiet or...?" he waited.

"A goblin's dead," Flayer and One-Eye finished.

"Good," Red Claw responded. He turned his back on them and led them into the forest.

Goblins, image
Goblins, earlier story

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Well, it was obvious to Lenya that the Elves thought she'd fail miserably at her "mission" if one wanted to call it that. She hated the way they looked at her, as if she were a disgusting, filthy piece of meat left rotting in the sun. Just because she had human blood in her veins. She already knew she'd be used most likely by the Goblins as well, she had to mentally prepare for that. It was not something she wanted to do, of course. She loathed the idea, it sickened her. But she was prepared to do whatever it took to gain her acceptance into the Elven world. They already looked at her as if she were filth. How different would it be once the Goblins did use her. Of course, Lenya could not know how different the thought of being enslaved and used, and actually being enslaved and used really was... But she did not want to think about that. All she kept in the forefront of her mind was that she'd show them. She'd prove she could do this.

The Goblins would never suspect a lowly slave could kill one of them. Especially not a "Great" one.

The Elves had conveniently pointed her west, toward the great falls and the bog that surrounded the north side. The great falls, twin waterfalls that cascaded down one side of small mountain that rose to the northwest. The falls fed into a large pool that apparently drained into an underground waterway, so the pool never flooded. The water was cool, crisp, clean, and more than attractive to the younger Elves and Humans that inhabited the area.

The problem with this was, the Goblins often would hunt in the same area, and lately several young elven females, and a couple of human females, had ventured into that area and gone missing. Everyone knew what missing meant.

Lenya set out early the next morning, just as the sun was peeking over the horizon on the east. She was as prepared as she could be for this. She set her mind to focus on the end result. Killing Great Pike, and attaining acceptance. She wasn't even sure HOW she was going to kill the Great One. She knew she would not be afforded any weapons. Currently she carried a small, jeweled handle dagger. She was damned good with a bow as well, but since she "wanted" to be captured, and she did NOT want to loose her favorite bow and arrows in the process, so those were hidden and safe. She would have to figure out how to kill that Goblin on the fly, when the opportunity presented itself. She'd choke the life out of him if she had to.

Right now, she was just playing the part of a wandering Elven female. She knew it could actually be a couple of days before she encountered anyone or anything.

When she got to the falls, it was late morning, and it had gotten quite warm out. She had seen and successfully avoided, a human hunting party, it appeared they had gotten themselves a deer and were heading back east. It was 2 men and a woman. All were chatting happily as they headed back home.

The sun was almost directly overhead, and it had been such a long time since Lenya had bathed. Sure, she cleaned herself, almost daily, usually with nothing more than a basin. But that waterfall pool was almost too good to pass up. After taking a quick look around, no hunters, no goblins that she saw, no other elves, she decided to go ahead and take the chance. It was not her intention to get herself captured naked, that had not been her attention at all, but she just enjoyed the water too much, the feel of the water cascading down on to her head, shoulders, flowing into and over her long pale. It had been a long long time. She should have heard them, she should have seen them, but truth be told, she had not expected to encounter any Goblins til dusk, as they preferred to hunt at night. But she was caught off guard when the Goblins, 3 of them and a, what the hell was that? It was some kind of pet, accompanying the Goblins. She only saw them at the last minute, but they caught sight of her.

To make this what it needed to be, which was believable, she was going to have to fight. The Goblins were a very suspicious group. If they even sensed this was a set up or a trap, they would simply kill her and that would accomplish nothing for her, that's for sure. They saw her pretty much at the moment she saw them. Her eyes widened, it was the middle of the day, this.. was unexpected. For what felt like a lifetime, she met each one's stare, as if sizing them up. Then her eyes glanced over to her things, which she was closer to then they were. Lenya dove, swimming across the cool waterfall pool as fast as she could. She heard them yelling, heard that thing pet of theirs barking, and it was charging right at her. Her hand found her dagger easily, fingers wrapping around the handle she reared back, still waist deep in the water, bared breasts dripping, long hair soaking, and she threw the dagger, hitting the one Goblin in the middle, he looked to have only one eye. Well, her dagger hit true, she was damned good at throwing it, and it entered his one good eye and into his brain. The other 2 would hear his agonized scream that cut off suddenly as he fell over dead....

But that was all she had.... and she backed away into the deeper water... just shaking her head no. She had to make this look good... but she did realize that she could feel that cold shiver of fear creeping up her spine...

 

[Otto26]

Flayer pulled the rabbit corpse out of the snare and carefully reset it. Runt snuffled at him, his nose pointing towards a faint sound in the underbrush. "I hear him," he replied quietly. One-Eye was quickly eating the contents of another snare. That was forbidden, but that was One-Eye.

Runt moved his head and lightly growled. "No, killing him is forbidden, too," Flayer replied. "We'll let Red Claw take care of him. But we'll make sure Red Claw knows what's happening," he promised. Runt coughed quietly and then shifted position to lift a leg and urinate in the direction of One-Eye. Flayer nodded. "Yeah, I'd like to kill him, too. But we need to fit in with this lair."

With the snare re-set the pair of them began moving forward again. They could hear One-Eye moving again and it bothered both of them because the goblin was capable of being quiet, he just wasn't doing it. It was contemptuously lazy of him. "On the other hand, accidents happen," Flayer whispered, sure the sound of the waterfall up ahead would mask his wistful thinking.

A particularly loud cracking sound pushed his frayed nerves past the point of reason. "Let's go quiet him down," he grimly stated and Runt grinned and turned, his body reflecting his eagerness to kill. The pair of them silently padded towards One-Eye, letting him move ahead of them so they could come at him from behind and at an angle. They were about two meters away when Runt stopped with a suddenness that caught Flayers eye. He followed Runts gaze and saw Red Claw approaching from the opposite side. For a moment Flayer was sure he'd been caught, but then he saw that Red Claw was stalking One-Eye and then Red Claw saw Flayer and froze. There was a moment where they each stared at the other and then, in silent agreement, they all resumed stalking One-Eye. The distance closed and they emerged from the forest onto the shore of the large pool and started their rush and Runt barked as One-Eye pointed.

It was an elvish woman, naked and bathing in the pool. Her white blonde hair was plastered down her back and water dripped from her wet breasts and ran down the sides of her torso, curving into the pool. One-Eye was shouting and Runt was barking and the woman was staring at them as they stared at her. Flayer wanted her. Half-formed dream desires of her helpless body being subjected to his lusts ripped through his mind as he stared into her eyes. And then she was diving away from them, her curved ass presented as she swam rapidly to the shore. And Flayer and Runt were running along the shore and One-Eye and Red Claw were rushing towards the water.

Flayer admired the throw of the knife. Her body flowed like water and the knife left her hand and flew arrow straight into One-Eye's eye. His scream was delightful. Then she looked around and her eyes had the look of a trapped animal, but one ready to fight, and she backed away from the shore, from him and Runt, into the water.

Flayer angled into the water while Runt ran further along the shore to the pile of her clothing, cutting her off from any escape and guarding against any help that might come for her. Flayer left his knife in its sheath and pulled out the little club he used to kill snared animals. He snarled and rushed forward, pulling her attention to him so that she didn't see Red Claw dive forward into and under the water. He'd check his charge just out of her reach to keep her attention. She could only pay attention to one of them at a time and the other would get her.

He saw her shift her attention briefly towards where Red Claw had been and her shock that she could not see him. She dived away from both of them, trying to disappear under the water. Flayer snarled a curse, he couldn't swim, and waded towards the direction she'd taken. He knew Runt was moving along the shore and would cut off her escape, but he wanted her. Now.

There was a roiling in the water and Red Claw stood up, a taloned hand holding an ankle in an iron grip. He was pulling the elf backwards to prevent her swimming away, or taking a breath. Her legs kicked hard and Red Claw was struck several times, grunting and struggling to keep his hold on the lithe 'fish'.

"Drag her to shore," Red Claw ordered as Flayer awkwardly pushed forward in the water to help, struggling to get a grasp of her other, wildly kicking leg. She smashed his nose and winded him with two kicks out of the many she managed before he got a hold of her other ankle and they dragged her towards the shore by her spread legs.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lenya actually put up more of a fight then she had intended. Yes, she had managed to kill one. If she had her bow, she may have killed all 3, given the chance. But that was not part of the plan. Remember the plan, she said to herself. It was almost a mantra. She knew she'd have to repeat it to herself more than once during this whole ordeal. But this was worth it. She had to convince herself of that. This was worth it. She'd be able to live a life among her people, and she always considered the elves "her people", after this was over.

But honestly, none of that mattered now. Fear had taken hold. She had forgotten to account for the fear. There was no real way of controlling that, as much as she wished she could. But then again, even tho this did not occur to her, one can not really fake fear. If the Goblins, at any point, even got the slightest hint that any of this was a trap, or a plan of some kind anything of the sort, they would simply tear her apart, and divide up the meat. It was good that Lenya had not thought of that. That was not a pleasant thought at all.

One had her by one ankle. She had managed to kick him good and hard several times before he got ahold of her. Dragging herself and him at one point, under the churning water. But he emerged, clawed hand wrapped tightly about her ankle. That was when panic set in. One can not fake panic. Hers was very genuine. When the other approached, she screamed and kicked at him as well, catching him once square in the nose and twice or more in his chest, causing his to grunt loudly as the breath was essentially kicked out of him. "LET GO.... LET ME GO" she howled and clawed at them, then trying to grab anything she could as she was dragged to shore, naked.

Gods why did they have to find and capture her naked.

The problem was, she had winded herself in her fight, with the fighting and struggling in the water, by the time they actually did get her to the shoreline, she was barely able to catch her breath, she tried, but the sound was a deep harsh gasping.

RUN.. a voice in her head screeched. RUN now. Forget the plan. RUN...

That was when she heard the deepening growl of that, that, thing that one of them apparently kept as a pet. It was huge, bigger than she had realized and with her down on her back in the grass of the shoreline, it loomed easily over her, teeth bared, eyes locked on her. So confident, obviously, that the beast would keep her contained, both had let go of her ankles and had stepped back.

Lenya looked from one to the other. She knew she had killed at least one of them, but they did not seem all that concerned about that. She then her gaze to the thing/pet that was growling at her. Since when did Goblins have pets other than, well slaves? That was not something she had ever heard of....

She crawled backwards, but found herself trapped against a large tree, and the Goblins and their pet. Their eyes were hungrily roaming over her very naked, soaking wet body and she curled her arms around herself to try and cover up.

"Please, just let me go" she begged, she had to keep this up, just to be sure they were not suspicious. "Please" ....

 

[Otto26]

Flayer's chest heaved as he gasped for air. He was certain it was due to the exertion and the kicks. Nearly certain. The woman was naked and wet, backed up against a tree with Runt growling in front of her, teeth bared, body coiled to lunge. Flayer could barely breathe and his body shook as his eyes devoured her. The curve of her leg and ass and hip, the semi-concealed swell of her breasts, her full lips, her eyes, the tips of her ears. He wanted to lunge and force her legs wide and get a better look at her sex. Just a look. Maybe more than a look.

"Please, just let me go," she begged. "Please!"

Red Claw laughed and lunged forward with his knife. The woman's hands raised to protect herself and the goblin spun a weighted cord around her wrists and pulled tight, binding them together. Flayer had lunged forward to stop Red Claw from killing her and, realizing his mistake, clumsily turned his forward motion into a lunge for her legs. She kicked and squirmed and Red Claw kept her hands pinned against the tree and laughed as Flayer struggled to apply a binding cord to the woman's ankles. Even Runt sat back on his haunches and laughed at him.

When Flayer finished his task he stood up, two bound feet kicking out at him as he stepped away.

"Your first capture, solo. You'll get better at it. Here, hold her hands while I cut a pole."

Flayer stepped around the woman and took the binding cord in his hands, holding the woman's hands above her head. She gathered her legs under her as if to stand but Runt leaned forward, bared his teeth, and growled. She stopped. He kept his eyes on her as Red Claw cut down a thick sapling and started stripping the branches off. Or, rather, he continued to ogle her. Her breasts were no longer hidden from him. They were, in fact, very much front and center, the position of her arms lifting them. The tips looked hard to him and he unconsciously licked his lips.

It took no more than two minutes for the efficient Red Claw to return with a simple pole which he threaded between the woman's wrists and ankles. An extra binding cord ensured that her ankles were connected to the pole. She wasn't going anywhere.

"Can your dorg keep and eye on her?" Red Claw asked.

"Yes. Runt, you heard him," Flayer said.

Runt nodded and lay down with his eyes on the captive. "Good, I'll get her things. You get One-Eye."

Flayer grunted and went to grab One-Eye's body and drag it back to where Runt and the slave sat. Red Claw was already back from gathering the pile of clothing.

"Red Claw, I know we're not supposed to leave goblin bodies for the meat to find but...."

Red Claw inclined his head in a wordless question.

"They didn't say we had to actually bring the bodies back to the lair. And Runt's hungry," he suggested carefully.

Red Claw stared at him for a long moment which became awkwardly long, and then he grinned as only a goblin could, a toothy grin full of dark mirth and gleeful malice.

***

Red Claw had stuffed some of the woman's clothing into her mouth to silence her so the only sounds were the waterfall and Runt's meal. It was mostly wet sounds, except when the dorg crunched a bone.

"Red Claw, how come you're still leading solos on daywatch?" Flayer asked.

"You think I'm some kind of fuck up," Red Claw replied. He waved Flayer's start of an explanation away. "Great Dart trusts me to filter out the idiots. Like dorg's meal there. And to teach you important things. Like how to use a restraining cord." He grinned.

Flayer grinned back. "She is my first," he admitted.

"Good omen for you, then," Red Claw said. "An elf. They make the best fuckmeat. And we won't have to ransom her back."

"Ransom?"

"You *are* new. Anyone we catch in the lands of Great Dart we capture and take back to the lair. The humanmeat, we mark them, have some fun, and then take them to the EastGate and put them on display for a couple of days. Most of them the humanmeat buy back. The first time. We catch someone we've marked before and we don't bother to ransom them. The elfmeat though, they don't buy back. Once we've had our way with an elfmeat the other elfmeat think they're tainted. The elfmeat we keep we take over to the WestGate and put on a little show with them. After that the elfmeat slaves know their old life is over and they adjust to a new life. Or they die," Red Claw explained.

"And this one?" Flayer asked. "What happens to her?"

"Want a piece of her, do you?" Red Claw coarsely teased him. It wasn't an act of great intuition, Flayer's erection was obvious. "We put her in front of Great Dart and Stab-Gut and they decide what to do. We aren't part of a trio so we won't get to keep her. They'll make her shared fuckmeat or sell her north."

"We're going to meet Stab-Gut?" Flayer asked, trying, again, to sound casual.

Red Claw nodded.

"Is.. Are the stories true?" Flayer pursued.

"Which ones?" Red Claw asked, shifting slightly to avoid some of the blood as Runt ripped a piece off of One-Eye's corpse and, well, wolfed it down.

"They say she can kill with her mind..."

Red Claw nodded again. "And her sex. She can fuck you to death. She's killed with her body, her mind, and her knife."

"I heard someone say she's a gift of Druusha, sent to teach the gobh'lin that we can be more," Flayer half whispered. The elfmeat was listening and he didn't want to look foolish.

Red Claw looked pensive. "Heard that too, have you? I don't know. Some of the boys think she *is* Druusha. That Great Dart is touched by the goddess herself. She's smart and she's powerful and she's dangerous. She's kind."

Flayer was taken aback. "Kind? How is that dangerous?"

"Because she'll be kind to you and you'll think you're safe and then she'll think you might threaten Great Dart and you'll be dead. She's a slave. Fuckmeat. And more. She's Great Dart's talisman." He paused and shook himself. "Enough talk. Runt's done with his meal. Time to get moving."

The goblins stood and each took an end of the pole, lifting it onto their shoulders and suspending the new slave between them. They both shifted to settle this new weight and the weight of the animals from the snares. Flayer checked the woman's knife, now shoved into his belt, and glanced over at Runt, still licking his chops and looking satisfied. Red Claw stepped off, leading the way. The elfmeat's ass was faced towards Red Claw so her eyes had to look back at Flayer and her body was exposed to him. His erection trembled and the tremors coursed through his whole body for a moment, nearly throwing him off step. But he recovered and followed Red Claw, trying to keep his eyes on the path and not on the naked body or the naked eyes of the slave.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Once bound, it was done. The ruse had worked. Maybe a little too well. As mentioned, Lenya had never taken into consideration the fear factor. Being an outcast, she had never let fear take over her life. She had always tried to control it. And she had done that pretty well. When she had been picked on as a child, instead of cowering, she had stood up to them. When others threatened her because of what she was, she got in their face about it. She had never let fear control her.

But she was scared now. The fear she felt was real, cold, and unforgiving and she started having second thoughts about her plan. No, this was her plan. It was all she had and she had no way of backing out now. She'd go through with this. She'd endure. She had to.

Taking a deep breath, now that she was pretty much helpless, she'd observe. Lenya was a little surprised, and relieved perhaps, that neither had tried to use her yet. The stories of the Goblins and their Fuckmeat slaves were almost as legendary as the stories of Safi and Dart were. It was more than obvious that at least one of the Goblins that had captured her was, well, for lack of a better word, aroused. The one not called Red-Claw, the other one. The pet thing appeared to be called Runt.

They had retrieved their dead companion and much to her horror, fed him to the Runt pet. That was not something that she wanted to see. Let alone hear, so she tried to concentrate on the conversation the 2 Goblins were having. The more she learned, the better for her. And it was far better to listen to them then to listen to Runt eat.

"And this one?" Flayer asked. "What happens to her?"

"Want a piece of her, do you?" Red Claw coarsely teased him. It wasn't an act of great intuition, Flayer's erection was obvious. "We put her in front of Great Dart and Stab-Gut and they decide what to do. We aren't part of a trio so we won't get to keep her. They'll make her shared fuckmeat or sell her north."

The thing was, it had not occurred to her that she may not be sent north. North was where she needed to be. She needed to be in Great Pike's compound. Not Great Dart's. This was a HUGE oversight on her part. She should have known, or at the very least the other Elves should have told her. It was then that she realized that they had merely sent the mixed blood outcast to her own enslavement and/or death. They had no expectation of her success, in fact they had such little expectation, that she was simply sacrificed is what she was. How had she not seen that. How had she not known. How had she missed that. They had seen her as nothing but a foolish, useless half blood. And she had proven them right in that respect, she had been foolish. She knew Pike was north. She should have gone north. Now, she had no options.

She had already failed. At least that was how she felt.

Is.. Are the stories true?" Flayer pursued.

"Which ones?" Red Claw asked, shifting slightly to avoid some of the blood as Runt ripped a piece off of One-Eye's corpse and, well, wolfed it down.

"They say she can kill with her mind..."

Red Claw nodded again. "And her sex. She can fuck you to death. She's killed with her body, her mind, and her knife."

"I heard someone say she's a gift of Druusha, sent to teach the gobh'lin that we can be more," Flayer half whispered.

Red Claw looked pensive. "Heard that too, have you? I don't know. Some of the boys think she *is* Druusha. That Great Dart is touched by the goddess herself. She's smart and she's powerful and she's dangerous. She's kind."

Flayer was taken aback. "Kind? How is that dangerous?"

"Because she'll be kind to you and you'll think you're safe and then she'll think you might threaten Great Dart and you'll be dead. She's a slave. Fuckmeat. And more. She's Great Dart's talisman."

Safi, it dawned on Lenya that they were talking about Safi, another mixed blood like she was. A Goblin slave, who held more power than any imagined. Yet, as the stories told, she was fiercely loyal to only Dart. She would do what ever he told her without question.

Did she understand it right, they were taking her to see Great Dart and Safi? This was not expected at all. Lenya hated Safi. The fact that Safi had been mixed blood and turned as she did to the Goblins, even killing her own kind, such that it was, had only exponentially increased the Elves hatred of mixed bloods, never mind the humans. Lenya has suffered from that hatred. Yet she was about to be put before her. Before Safi. But why? This was confusing the Lenya, being brought before Great Dart and Safi, her not being touched.

It was clear they both wanted too, especially the one who now, bringing up the rear of this little parade, had full view of her naked form and it was very very obvious what his thoughts were. She still had no clue of his name. Red-Claw was the other, and Runt was the pet and he belonged to No-Name as far as she could see. Lenya focused her eyes on the pet, as he was walking pretty much next to her. He was much like a large wolf, perhaps a dire wolf, but that is not what he was. He had a bit of a demonic look to him, and for a moment she thought she heard a chuckle in her head. "Dorg" came the word. Dorg, what the heck was a Dorg? Runt was staring at her as they walked. The pet was a Dorg. She still didn't know what that was, but at least she had a name for him. Now if she only knew who the other Goblin was. "Flayer" came the word, again simple, flashing in her mind. Lenya's crystal clear eyes focused again on the Dorg. So they were intelligent. Interesting, she thought to herself but she offered a slight nod of thanks to the animal. Not that it mattered, but at least she has some information. Now, she just had to wonder what was going to happen next. For the moment, she had given up on her plan, thanks to her oversight. She'd just have to concentrate on getting through whatever was going to happen once before Great Dart and.... Safi....

 

[Otto26]

It wasn't a long trip back to the lair, Great Dart's territory was tiny in comparison to the lairs of the north. But it felt like a long trip. The fuckmeat swung and occasionally squirmed beneath the pole and Flayer's attention was on her and not the path. Red Claw was tolerant but, it was clear, his patience was wearing thin. It was nearly sunset by the time they left the forest and entered the lair. They threaded their way through the animal pens and gardens and smokestacks from the below ground foundries to the central clearing. As was usually the case the new fuckmeat attracted extra attention, the resident fuckmeat, both the common meat chained in the central clearing and working the gardens and pens and the owned meat, examined the new arrival. Some looked on her with pity others evaluated her as a potential rival. Goblins also came over to get a look at the prize, murmuring about the elf.

"What do they mean by a good day?" Flayer asked.

"Look," Red Claw answered.

The answer was frustrating as Flayer couldn't see a thing until he and Red Claw had both hung the ends of their pole on tripods. The meat was suspended from the supported pole and he was able to look around and see that another slave had been captured. Humanmeat, a full-figured and wild-eyed woman hanging beneath another pole.

"Couldn't live without goblin cock," Red Claw stated.

Flayer looked for and found the GD mark on her thigh. The woman had been captured and ransomed once before. She would not be ransomed back a second time.

"Willing fuckmeat," Flayer breathed. He'd heard the stories, and he'd believed them. Mostly. And he'd seen some of the owned meat...

"Oh, you're in for a treat tonight," Red Claw laughed.

They turned over the meat from the snares to Growler, the daywatch butcher, for processing and received fresh cuts of prepared meat in return. Both went back to squat by their prize and wait. The lair continued to fill up as daywatch goblins came in from their rounds or finished foundry work and nightwatch goblins emerged from their nests in preparation for the night before them. Many of them gathered around the two new prizes to observe and speculate. But not to touch. Flayer was still amazed by that. He wanted the elfmeat so much that his body trembled. In times past, he knew, there would have been deadly fights as goblins tried to get access to the women and the ground would have been littered with the bodies of the dead and those trapped in the dehnar. But here he was, and not just him, in control.

A horn blew and everyone looked towards the entrance to the Lair. Capital L. Great Dart's Lair. He and Red Claw took the pole on their shoulders again and walked with the flow of goblins into the entrance. It was an unremarkable entrance, ramping down into the earth and then opening in to the huge underground chamber that was the actual lair. It was, broadly speaking, an underground amphitheater, stone columns supporting the roof, a stepped floor allowing those in the back to see over those in front. At the apex, the focus, was the throne of bone. It rose three feet off the floor, so far, and was built with the bones of the enemies of Great Dart. The entire space was lit by torches which created flickering pools of light and stained the ceiling black with soot and made it seem very far away.

Red Claw led the way and Flayer and Runt followed carefully, neither of them had been this close to the throne before. The ends of the pole were suspended from hooks on two pillars and then they stood there, facing the empty throne. Flayer was extremely uncomfortable with so many goblins behind him. Everything about him, his experience, even his genes, was screaming out danger warnings. But he stood, because that was the rule of the lair.

Two goblins emerged from behind the throne, one the epitome of goblin stereotype, small and viscious looking. The second was large, not just tall but heavily built. Flayer knew them, Slash-Throat and Ripper. The two partners in Great Dart's trio. Which meant... Great Dart emerged from behind the throne a moment later, as tall as Ripper but less heavily built. He was dressed no differently than any other goblin. No chains of gold, no rings, no jewels, no furs, no crown. But he held a leash which led to the fuckmeat who trailed behind him.

"Stab-Gut", Flayer thought. Others whispered the words.

She slinked out behind her owner, padding lightly on bare feet, a symphony of curves that danced in the shadows of the torchlight. She, too, was largely unadorned. The leash, a thin cord of leather, was attached to simple wire rings which pierced her nipples. Her hair was loose, not tied back in a slave braid. The collar around her neck was woven gold wire and an exemplar of the finest goblin work, but it was simple and very light. She wore Great Dart's name one one thigh, the sigils carved into her flesh with his own claw, and an ornate, jeweled dagger on the other thigh. She curled up at his feet as he sat on the throne and scanned the room. The assembled goblins went quiet.

He gestured and the humanmeat was quickly taken down from her pole, her feet and hands freed, and she was pushed to her hands and knees in front of the throne.

"Is she marked?" Great Dart asked.

The three goblins around the meat threw her to her back and stretched her out, displaying the GD mark on her leg.

"Then she is fuckmeat," he pronounced. "Do you claim her?"

"We do," one of the goblins responded.

Great Dart stroked Stab-Gut's hair and nodded. "She is yours."

There was a communal growl from the three goblins that was echoed by the rest of the assembly and completely drowned out the incoherent sounds made by the fuckmeat as the goblins fell upon her.

Flayer watched as they took her, flipping her onto her belly and then her hands and knees. One thrust into her mouth while the other thrust into her cunt. The third scanned the crowd for threats. Two to fuck, one to guard. The trio. The slave's breasts shook beneath her as the goblins quickly settled into a rhythm. Neither of them had restrained the meat's arms and when she reached up with a hand to grasp the balls of the goblin in front of her a cheer went up from the crowd.

Flayer tore his eyes from the spectacle to see what Great Dart was doing. He was watching the crowd, eyes scanning his domain. 'Truly Great,' Flayer thought. Then he noticed Stab-Gut fellating him, slowly moving her mouth up and down on him as he absently stroked her hair and back. He felt his eyes move from the scene and back to their prize, wondering what she was watching, what she was thinking.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

It was all so vicious, so visceral, yet, as Lenya watched, taking in everything going on, listening to every word, it was also simple. It was clear, the laws were the laws, and Dart was the Leader. It was as simple as that. And it worked, well for them. They were Goblins. Often referred to as nothing more than filthy animals in the Elven and Human realms.

The sounds, that was going to take some getting used to. Lenya was using her logical mind, to try and fight back the rising fear that was building within her, especially seeing what the 3 Goblins were doing to the newly acquired human slave. Altho, even Lenya could see that she wanted it. There had always been talk of human females, wanting to be enslaved to the Goblins. Wanting to be used, by many. The idea of "wanting" that sickened most, and it was especially disgusting to Elves. This was not something that Elvin females ever desired. It was one reason that Lenya had NOT told the Elven High Council of what her plan had been. It was more than apparent that they did not care about her or the plan as they did not think for a moment she would ever be successful. But as far as they were concerned, she was going to do nothing more than what the others had tried, sneak in and kill, accept they had not even bothered to point her in the right direction to do that. The others had all failed, how could a filthy blood mix make it work...

The small fact here was that Lenya was untouched. This was not how she had seen her first introduction into that pleasure was going to be. In fact, this was not going to be a pleasure at all. And she needed to prepare herself for it.

But it was Safi, or Stab-Gut as she heard Red-Claw call her, that captured Lenya's almost undivided attention. She was still stunningly beautiful. It was amazing even to her that a slave, and she was a slave, she bore Dart's mark, and his collar, wielded the freedom and power that she did. Lenya had heard all the stories, a lot coming from the human females that had been captured and ransomed back. All told of Stab-Gut and her absolute devotion to Great Dart. She had killed for him. She would again.

Lenya watched as she had moved to pleasure her Master, taking his long, thick cock within her mouth. Her motions were deliberate, meant to bring him the greatest pleasure. She took no notice of the human female being brutally used before her. Safi no longer took notice of such things, unless Dart did. She was much more interested in him then those around him. But don't let that fool anyone. Along with Ripper and Slash-Throat, if any dared to attempt to harm Dart, all 3 would defend and kill. She was always on guard. But right now, with the sounds of the woman's low moans of pleasure, and yes, mingled with pain, and the crowd jeers, cheers, and grunts as many were now stroking themselves, Safi focused on the only one that mattered to her... She let her tongue slowly glide wetly down his long length, to the root, only to continue to his balls, taking each one into her mouth. That always got a rise out of him, and she felt his stroking of her hair and down her back pause, heard his deep intake of breath. He would not show it on the throne, she knew that, but she did LOVE teasing him.

Stories said that Safi had also been untouched when she had been captured. Lenya was not quite sure why, but she found a little bit of comfort in that, because her turn was about to be next, and she was not going to be untouched for much longer. And she no longer even had her plan to keep her going. That thought made her go cold as she was then dragged out to the middle of the crowd, the other slave, having been displayed, was being lead away for some more "private" time with the Trio that had claimed her.

Lenya was let down from her bindings and found herself on her hands and knees before Dart and Safi, never mind the rest of the Goblins, who were nodding approval and grunting approval over the capture of an Elf. Elven fuckmeat was greatly prized, more so than human.

Lenya just tried to stay still and quiet, desperate to keep her fear, her humiliation under control. Desperate to find a way out of this and maybe, maybe, get back to the plan. There had to be a way.. Just, wait, see what happens... She dared not look up, her head hanging down, long flaxon hair veiling her naked body with a sheen of gold. She was stunning, there as no denying that Flayer and Red-Claw had gotten lucky. Too bad they couldn't keep her, many whispered. Too bad....

Dart was about to speak, when Safi lifted her head and turned to the newest fuckmeat slave. She had just swallowed Dart's arousal, he filling her throat with his seed that she eagerly tasted. "Master, may I approach the newest fuckmeat" she turned her sparkling eyes to Dart. He simply nodded, releasing his hold on her leash.

Every Goblin in the lair went silent as Safi lifted to her feet, stepping down to the Elven female. "What is your name" she asked as she walked around her, her eyes roaming over the unmarred form, smooth skin, pale complexion of the newest slave.

"LLLenya" she answered quietly.

Safi nodded, she letting her fingers trail over her flesh "so soft, so untouched, and you are untouched are you not, girl" Safi said, not loudly, not announcing to the entire lair. But the closest heard her, and the whispers started. "yes..." came the answer, barely audible.

"Untouched"...
"Flayer and Red-Claw captured an untouched female" ...
"Untouched"...

The word passed thru the crowd, several looking at both Flayer and Red-Claw with admiration. It was a shame they would not be allowed to keep her. You have to be a trio to keep a captured fuckmeat and Runt did not count as a third.

Dart was now sitting forward, paying a bit more attention at this point.

<<Continued in next post>>

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Safi stopped behind Lenya, fingertips playing over the curve of her ass. Safi then lowered to her own knees behind the prone Lenya, and before Lenya could even react or prepare, Safi slid 2 long, slender fingers into Lenya's sex. She found the Elf moistened, noted how incredibly soft her pussy lips and inner walls were, and easily came to the barrier. She was indeed untouched. But she did not stop there. She leaned in a bit further, her own body nearly against Lenya's bared backside. Safi withdrew her fingers, and Lenya, who has bitten her lower lip to try to keep her cry of shock quiet, let out a sigh of, almost, relief, until she felt Safi's fingers begin to slowly caress along her slit. Lenya visibly reacted, her body tensing, shuddering, and Safi felt that release of moisture, not an orgasm, just the release of the slick juices that came with arousal. She smiled, lifting her eyes to Dart, who was watching intently. She saw him nod, giving her his OK to continue and continue she did. It was easy to find the Elven girl's clit, and as soon as she started with a slow massage of that small nub, Lenya gasped, her body flooded with a sudden wave of heat, pleasure.

"That's right" Safi purred as she kept her fingers massaging and caressing, watching and feeling the Elven girl's reaction. She was actually doing her a favor, getting her wet and ready for use, it would be much easier on her if she were already aroused. Safi felt for the girl. It had been a long time since an Elf had been captured. "Let it go... enjoy it" she purred as she rolled that elven clit in her fingers. Lenya was moaning low now, rocking just barely to the motion of Safi's hand and fingers. With a louder gasp then she wanted, Lenya suddenly felt the orgasm grab her and shake her, racing thru her body from her clit, to every nerve ending. She shook, shuddered, and cried out, as Safi smiled, feeling the wetness flow, slippery and heated. That would definitely make it easier for her. Bringing her fingers to her lips, she licked the sweetness, letting her own eyes close for but a moment as she enjoyed.

"She is untouched" she confirmed, getting back to her feet and moving to stand before her. "Look at me" she whispered. Lenya looked up at the gorgeous creature standing in front of her. Her face was flush from her unexpected orgasm, her eyes slightly glazed.. But she looked at Safi, meeting her stare. Safi reached down, laying her hands to each side of Lenya's face, and closed her eyes.

Lenya felt something, deep in the recesses of her mind. She felt a presence, she felt... Safi...

"What are you....."

"Shhhhh" Safi smiled within her mind. "I'm not going to hurt you. Master allows me to examine any I see fit, and you.. are hiding something." Safi winked at her within her mind's domain. "Come on, tell me what it is..... Ohhhhhh... You seek to kill Great Pike... how.... interesting... ohh and you are.... mixed blood... Safi's eyes widened as she stood back up, breaking the contact.

Lenya stared up at her. Moons, she thought, Safi knows. She, how did you get into my thoughts, my mind, and do that...???

Safi leaned down... her face so close to Lenya's. "Never mind about that, that is not your concern. None other than Master will know" and with that whispered confidence, Safi's lips met Lenya's in a long, deep, sensual kiss, essentially sealing the deal... "You will be sent north, to Pike's compound" she finished as she broke the kiss and turned, stepping back up to the throne and her Master's feet, but not before she leaned in, brushing her still wet lips to his ear. And he smiled....

"She is mixed blood"... Dart announced, the crowd, who were beginning to murmur again, went silent.

Mixed Blood...

Mixed Blood...

Mixed Blood...

Flayer and Red-Claw, along with everyone else, watched in genuine awe.

Mixed blood, like Safi/Stab-Gut... So rare... and Dart and Safi knew, all the Great's were going to want her. All wanted what Dart had. All wanted the loyalty, the beauty, the uncompromising submission that Dart had with Safi...

"North" came the verdict.

 

[Otto26]

Flayer watched the meat. Her eyes were fixed on the trio taking the meat in front of the throne. Willing fuckmeat, of course the trio claimed her. He glanced over at the scene and noticed that the prize was not watching the fucking. He transferred his gaze and saw that she was focused on Great Dart and Stab-Gut. He watched as the legendary fuckmeat moved her mouth on the Great One, her ass displayed to the assembled goblins. Great Dart paid her no attention, his eyes always on his followers as he received his due.

When the trio were finished with their first taste of their new fuckmeat they dragged her off through the crowd to collar her and play with her. The new slave would be screaming all night, he judged. Red Claw slapped his arm to bring him back to the moment and they lifted the pole off the supports, lowering their prize to the ground. They removed her bindings and dragged her stumbling form forward to throw her to her hands and knees before Great Dart. Runt moved his weight nervously from paw to paw behind them, unused to being seen by so many.

"Master, may I approach the newest fuckmeat"

Flayer nearly gasped as Stab-Gut turned and descended the stairs. Her body was flushed and there were traces of Great Dart's semen on her lips. He was amazed that it didn't cover her face and breasts; when a goblin came, they came, if not buckets then cups.

"What is your name?"

"Lllenya," the prize stammered.

'Lenya,' Flayer thought. First Red Claw and then Runt and Flayer backed away from Lenya as Stab-Gut moved closer to her, touched her.

"So soft, so untouched, and you are untouched are you not, girl" Stab-Gut said.

"Yes..." came the whispered response. The grave quiet of the lair was broken by a susuration of murmurs.

Red Claw grinned at Flayer, but Flayer's eyes were fixed upon the two slaves. He couldn't take his eyes off the sight as Stab-Gut penetrated Lenya and then began to stroke her. Lenya didn't move. Didn't run, anyway. Her body definitely responded to Stab-Gut's hand. But she didn't flee. Flayer hadn't been here long but he'd watched, from the crowd, three separate enslavements and the meat always moved. They cringed, they tried to flee, they begged... He had seen meat remain where they were precisely twice. Once a minute ago, and now. 'Is she willing fuckmeat?' he wondered.

He nearly came when Lenya's orgasm shook her body. His cock trembled as her body did and he had to restrain himself from lunging at her, throwing Stab-Gut to the side and sinking his flesh deep into Lenya. He was ready to kill anyone who tried to take her from him.

"She is untouched" Stab-Gut confirmed, getting back to her feet and moving to stand before her. "Look at me," she whispered, hands on either side of Lenya's head forcing her to comply.

Flayer couldn't see what was happening now, Lenya's body trembled and a very soft, but very goblin smile crept across Stab-Gut's face before she kissed the prize. And then she released Lenya and walked back up the throne, her swaying ass an open taunt to every goblin present, brushing he lips against Great Dart's ear before sitting at the base of his throne. The silent crowd began to murmur again and then Great Dart silenced them.

"She is mixed blood," he announced.

The words 'mixed blood' were repeated in shocked whispers thoughout the room.

"North," Great Dart pronounced. "But you may have your due before she goes," he added.

Red Claw moved forward and it took every ounce of willpower Flayer possessed not to draw his knife and kill him. 'He's first,' he reminded himself. He realized his hand was already on his knife and the crowd had grown quiet. He turned to face them, scanning for threats, his hand still upon the hilt of his blade. Runt stood next to him, watching where he couldn't. And Flayer thought he might have saved the moment.

Red Claw moved forward, kneeling between Lenya's legs, wondering if the fuckmeat realized they were still spread, and pushing her head to the ground with one taloned hand while the other fixed upon the handhold of her hip. Mouths were nice, but every goblin preferred cunt, because deep in their scrotum every goblin wanted to breed. Then he noticed that Flayer wasn't taking her mouth, he was guarding. 'Only two of us, so he guards instead of fucking,' Red Claw thought. 'No need to cull this one, he's exactly the sort of goblin we want.' And that was his last rational thought. Because the spread ass of Lenya was before him. He struggled one-handed with his loincloth, tearing it aside to free his engorged flesh and placed it against her wet sex, the tip of it spreading her. Then, both hands on her hips, he pushed slowly forward until he could go no further. "Fuckmeat," he pronounced.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

For a moment, that brief moment, Lenya thanked Safi for what she had done. When she felt the clawed hand push her head down and pull her hips up, she knew what was about to happen. Every fiber of her being screamed RUN, KICK, FIGHT. But what good would that do. And, she had heard Dart's words. NORTH... he was sending her exactly where she needed to go. Her plan was back on. She may be able to do this after all.

Just as Red-Claw was about to push into her, Lenya eyes sought Safi and she swore she saw her wink, with a wicked smile, as she laid her head to Dart's leg to watch. "Just relax" she mouthed to the about to be used slave. It was all the advice she could give. Safi could not help but remember when Dart first took her, the pain, the fear.. she saw that in this slave's eyes, could see it in her body, and as Red-Claw pushed his way into the oh so very tight hole that was her sex, Safi remembered her own begging cries to Dart. She turned and looked up at him, realizing by the look on his face, he was remembering to. Safi lowered to brush a kiss to his feet, before settling back with her head at his thigh to watch.

Lenya gasped, biting her lower lip hard to try and not scream as he slowly thrust forward, her pussy stretching, wrapping around, and he breaking the barrier, tearing, a flow of blood adding to the slickness that guided him. Lenya screamed out then, she clawing that ground, eyes closing tightly, trying to relax, trying to get through what was happening to her. But it felt as if he were tearing into her, the muscles, not accustomed to this, protested, tightened, clamping down, spasming.

"Fuckmeat," he pronounced.

Then he started. His hips rocking back only to shove forward, he holding her in place as she began to cry out, a mingling of screams and moans, with every thrust of his cock into the depths of her. Her blood and slick wetness flowing now, coating him, her pussy still spasming, gripping at him, reluctantly opening to allow his penetration. Her entire body shook and she was crying now. The pain tore thru her, yes, there was pleasure, but the pain, at least this first time, overrode that. She said one small prayer, the other one was not fucking her mouth at the same time, she had been spared that, at least for the moment.

In and out, his cock pumped, seemingly going deeper every time. His claws dug into her hips as he pulled her to him while he rode her, mated her, fucked her. "Fuckmeat" he groaned again, his breath coming in harsh gasps. Lenya was keening continuously now, higher screams as he rammed into her pussy and lower moans as he pulled back. The only saving grace, other than the fact that Safi had prepared her, and that was a kindness, was the fact that she was so vicelike tight, Red-Claw only lasted half the time he usually did, and with a last hard shove into her shuddering body, he emptied his balls, his seed spilling out and flooding her, as he pulled back, his cock convlusing, he pulled out and let the rest of his spend coat her bared ass cheeks, he growling deeply... his cock still spurting.... Lenya was panting, her head down and face turned away, she just wanted it to be over... please let it be over......

 

[Otto26]

Red Claw wanted to go again, to have the fuckmeat use her mouth to clean him. But there were only two, and there was time. He stood and tapped Flayer on the shoulder.

Flayer started at the touch. He'd focused on the crowd tuning out the sounds of fucking or, at least, the conscious sounds. Lenya's screams and moans had reverberated in his body no matter how much he'd tried to ignore them. As Red Claw took up the watch he advanced on her, head down and away from him, ass up and coated with Red Claw's seed. It was dripping down her thighs, leaking out of her cunt, pooling beneath her. He squatted down, taking her hair in his hand and lifting her up, turning her face until her eyes met his. His breathing was ragged and his eyes were fever bright as he studied her eyes, her tear-streaked cheeks. Then he pulled her back, upright, and past upright until she was on her back, her knees splayed wide and he was kneeling between them. He wasn't a big goblin and she was a little taller than him. He moved his hips back and then forward, probing for the opening to her body. When he found it he pushed the tip in and his hands found her wrists pinning them to the ground at her side and his eyes found hers. She looked away and he growled in rage. "Look at me," he shouted. Around them the lair went quiet.

Her head shook and she looked to the side, then closed her eyes altogether. He lowered his head to a breast and his teeth closed on it until she yelped in pain, shook her head, and then looked at him. His teeth released their pressure and his tongue roughly swirled around her nipple before he raised his head so he could stare into her eyes as he thrust deep and held her there, pinned to the floor by his cock and his hands. "Fuckmeat, Lenya," he stated. Roughly he began to move, slow, strong strokes, each one shaking her body, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. No hurried fuck but a measured, deliberate rape. Their joined bodies made obscene squelching noises and the crowd was cheering and laughing but Flayer kept his eyes locked on Lenya as he took her.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Look at me!!"

He may have shouted it, his voice dripping with rage, the lair going silent. But to Lenya, it was a command.

She had prayed that it was over, but she knew it was not. In truth, it would not be over for a long time for her. She cried out when she was moved to her back, her eyes locked in his, Flayer, her mind remembered the name, Runt had told her. Lenya turned her head away when he positioned himself between her parted thighs. Her pussy hurt, inside hurt, the pain was a dull but deep ache, and it was about to hurt more.

"please no" the words were no more than a whisper. To cry them out here would only bring cheers and jeers from the others. And Lenya was desperately terrified that if she protested to loud, others would set upon her. She had heard about it happening. When a captured female begged for mercy, begged for it to be over, it almost seemed to light the entire crowd on fire. She was not sure if that happened in Dart's compound, he seemed to have more control over his hoard then other Great Ones did, but she was not about to take the chance.

"Look at me!!"

Her breath caught at the sound of his voice, the anger, the lust embedded within. His cock just at the very entrance to her sex, his rape of her just beginning. She instead closed her eyes, her body shuddering. The entire lair watched to see what she, and what Flayer would do.

She felt what he did a moment later, his fanged teeth gripping and painfully biting her left nipple, she yowling in pain, eyes snapping open as she writhed under him, much to the delight of the entire lair.

Her eyes locked on his, and he released her now throbbing nipple, swollen, reddened, the pain radiating out, and as if giving her a reward for doing as he commanded, his tongue slowly encircled it, licking, soothing, warm and surprisingly soft. She felt the length of him, longer but not as thick as Red-Claw, slowly slide within the grasp of her pussy, as if he wanted to savor every moment of feeling her wrap around him, feeling the heat that was her body, feeling the tightness of her sex, clenching, enveloping him, inch by inch, and she did not look away from his eyes now, her gaze locked into his.

"Fuckmeat, Lenya,"

Lenya felt the tears slipping from her eyes as he said that, felt the pain, mingling with pleasure as he began to move. He did not ram into her like an animal, he did not even pump into her as hard as Red-Claw had. Make no mistake, he thrust within her body, hard, slow, deep movements of his hips, her body trembling, shuddering with every rocking of his. His cock was soaked, dripping from her use, her blood and her own slick lubrication. But he never broke eye contact and she did not either. In that moment, even tho she could hear the cheering and jeers and, well, the obscene sound of other Goblins stroking their hardened rods, she saw only Flayer, and for her, that helped. Dealing with one was better than dealing with many. So she concentrated only on him, trying to let her body relax enough to adjust to what was happening to her.

What she could not see, was the fact that what was happening there, in front of the entire lair, was absolutely having an effect on many of the others. The fact that she was untouched until now, the fact that she was a mixed blood, as rare as Safi/Stab-Gut had been. Some wondered why Dart himself did not claim her. Perhaps gift her to Ripper or Slash-Throat. But others, those closer to Dart knew, Safi was all he would ever require, and she kept him, Ripper, and Slash-Throat very satisfied. Not that Ripper and Slash-Throat did not use others. But Dart and Safi now knew Lenya's real plan. NO they would not keep her. Both of them were more than interested to see if she could indeed, actually kill, Great Pike. But as mentioned, the slow, deliberate rape of the new slave by the lowly Flayer, who appeared to have taken complete control of her, was effecting many of the others.

Most were stroking their own engorged meat while watching, salivating over such a find in a slave.

Dart and Safi, however... The memory of her own first time with Dart had, well, got her own juices flowing. As Flayer began his slow, rhythmic rape of Lenya, Safi looked up to Dart, who was watching quite intently. She moved to her hands and knees, facing her bared ass to him. The scent of her own arousal caught his attention and he looked down at his prized pet. She did not have to beg, she did not have to say anything, her pink, wet, dripping pussy, so begging to be used, did all the talking. With a deep grunt, Dart was down and behind her, his claws grabbing her hips, marking the skin along the curves as he drove himself deep into the searing heat of her. Safi called out, her voice mingling with Lenya's own cries, the sounds of the 2 slaves now driving the other Goblins nearly mad with their own need.

Dart caught Ripper's attention and pointed to Safi's head, and just like back at the beginning, the night she had been captured, Safi's mouth was claimed by Ripper while Dart now relentlessly pumped into her pussy. Ripper grunted, feeling her wet mouth suck him in deeply, her own moans now rippling along the surface of his cock...

But Lenya and Flayer, were lost in what was happening with just them. She was reacting now, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts as her body's natural desire began to take over. Her keening moaning cries matched his lunging hips, the walls of her pussy undulating against his length, spasming, grasping, clenching. Lenya concentrated on his eyes, and only the sounds that she, and he, with his low grunts and groans of pleasure, were making.

Even Red-Claw was staring at what was happening, when he was supposed to be keeping guard. But then again, Runt was doing that, pacing back and forth a few feet away, ready to pounce if anyone even dared approach.

Both Dart and Ripper continued with Safi, and it was Ripper that exploded first, filling her mouth with his seed, his cock spurting and jerking within her lips. Dart finished a moment later, his cock flooding her grasping sex with his own seed, flooding her body as always, his cock pumping and emptying his balls within her... "good pet" he moaned letting his eyes close as he enjoyed...

"ohhhhh Godddsss" Lenya finally was able to moan out, as she felt her climax building. She had not orgasmed with Red-Claw, not that he cared, but it appeared Flayer was determined. Making a slave cum was an accomplishment, especially a new slave. Goblins for the most part were all about their own gratification.

Her body began to tremble, her pussy tighten like a vice, and still Flayer kept that steady, hard, motion of his cock thrusting in and out of her, penetrating her, fucking her, and he could feel her shaking, heard her crying out, he could see it in her eyes, the fire, the desire, burning, ready to ignite. He had never seen it this close before, never.

He leaned in closer, still holding her eyes, still pumping steadily into her, altho his hips began to move faster now, to drive her over the edge, to make her cum, make her feel her pleasure, pleasure because of HIM!!! Lenya's body began to tense, she arching her back off the hard ground, and when he plunged in her once more, she screamed, a high pitched keening sound of pure lust that blasted thru the entire lair. Her orgasm violently took hold, cascading thru her as she came, a sudden burst of her own heated cum rushed forth and splashed into his cock.... pure heat that engulfed him...

 

[Otto26]

Lenya's scream shook Flayer to the very core of his being. His body vibrated with it and she filled his world. He could hear her, smell her, taste her, and the sight of her.... In her wild eyes he could see shock and pleasure and shame and hunger. He came then in a disorienting wave of pleasure, a pressure that filled his entire body and erupted through his cock. His seed filled her and then overflowed, leaking out past the iron grip of her pussy and the plug of his cock. Through the roaring in his ears he could hear her soft, whimpering moans as she slowly came down from the peak of her pleasure. He could see shock in her eyes, questions. In his eyes there was only determination. This meat was his. She would spend her life moaning and screaming for him, dancing on his cock, obeying his every whim.

On the throne above them Stab-Gut squeezed Great Dart's cock one last time and then pulled away, letting his semi-rigid member slide wetly from her. She turned to face her owner and gently cradled his wet cock in one hand, leaning forward to kiss it briefly and then smile at him. He smiled back in the goblin fashion and she licked him, from the base to the tip. Slash-Throat had moved behind her and she respositioned herself, raising onto her spread knees to give him access. He plunged hard into her, abdomen slapping against her ass, rocking her body. She looked up into Dart's face and saw him checking the room, again. 'Always alert,' she thought. But his clawed fingers stroked her cheek and his cock shifted like it was a living creature and she gave it a deep kiss this time.

"Flayer," Great Dart called.

Shocked, Flayer broke eye contact with Lenya and looked up. "Great Dart?" he asked.

"You will go with the goblins to deliver the meat to the trading post," Great Dart announced. He felt Safi choke on his cock for a moment as suppressed laughter shook her body. He smiled and the assembled goblins, the smart ones still paying attention to the power in the room and not the fucking, saw a hint of that malicious goblin grin cross his face for a moment and wonder what plan he was advancing.

Flayer saw it, too, and wondered if he was going north to die. "Yes, Great Dart," he replied because, what else was he going to do? And it presented an opportunity. If he stole Lenya while on the march north....

Red Claw shoved a foot against his ass, rocking him into Lenya and rocking her as his cock went deeper. "Come on, killer he said sourly. "They'll be leaving in an hour and we've got to get her marked and I want a few more goes on her before you take her away."

Flayer pulled out of Lenya, his hands still holding her wrists and pulling her up into a sitting position. Red Claw threw a restraining cord around her wrists and helped haul her to her feet. Above and behind them Slash-Throat was still wetly pounding into Stab-Gut while around them the goblins were mostly dispersing. "An hour?" Flayer asked. "Why me?" he followed up.

Red Claw yanked on Lenya's cord as he started to walk towards the entrance. "Four fuckmeat heading north, now five with Lenya. Two goblins per fuckmeat means ten goblins but there are three trios assigned so they needed at least one solo. Looks like Great Dart trusts you. Or wants you killed," he added.

"Who'd want to kill me?" Flayer asked, tucking his cock back into his loincloth. "I'm not important enough to kill."

"Our due," Red Claw explained. "Or, in this case, your due. The fuckmeat is ours until she's gone. Which means I get to fuck her until she leaves the lair. Only you're going with her, so she'll still be yours and the other goblin can't touch her. Unless you're dead, of course. So maybe Great Dart wants you dead. Or maybe he wants the fuckmeat to arrive at the trading-post well-rested. Or maybe he has another game in mind." Red Claw shrugged. "The lair of Great Dart is for smart goblins, you figure it out."

Their course had taken them out of the Lair and past several huts. They stopped at another hut and Flayer looked around in puzzlement, it wasn't a hut he'd explored yet. An older goblin looked up from sharpening a blade and smiled a gap-toothed grin at them. Flayer was a little taken aback, you didn't see a lot of older goblins in the north. You didn't see any.

"Hold her down," he instructed them, pointing to a cleared space on the floor of the hut. "And you've got your choice of colors for the mark: red, black, or blue."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

It was not lost on Lenya that Red-Claw was talking about fucking her, probably multiple times. As she was pulled along, she felt a shudder travel thru her. She was already so sore now she wished it was all over, but there would be more. And most likely, she would not find the pleasure in it that she just had with Flayer. She was not even sure WHY what happened to her happened with the one called Flayer. But she already knew, given the choice of Flayer or Red-Claw, she'd take Flayer, not that she would ever have a choice. She was not Safi, she would never be Safi... Lenya knew, she had to adjust to this. She had to do what she had to do to get to Pike's lair. And that was going to mean being fucked by many Goblins, most likely. It was not a pleasant thought, and she had to fight the sickening fear that was rising in her belly.

She listened intently to the conversation between Flayer and Red-Claw. Once on the road north, only Flayer would get to use her. Not that it would help much, but it would be a reprieve from what she knew was coming. "Focus on the plan" she told herself "Focus on the plan". She thanked the Gods that Safi had not revealed her plan to any one other than Dart, and surprising to her, Dart had not either. She too had to wonder what Dart's end game was, but that did not matter to her. Her only concern was once again killing Great Pike.

"Plan?" came a question in her mind, and she found Runt, walking just behind her, guarding her rear so to speak. Lenya shook her head, "nothing"... For whatever reason, she found a great comfort in the demonic looking Runt. Really, he was the only male here not looking to fuck her senseless.

"Where?" She was curious where they were leading her to.

"Mark"

At least he answered her questions. She realized it would be one word answers. There was no holding a real conversation with Runt, and more than likely Runt talked to Flayer the same way. But even if Flayer found out that she communicated with the beast, what did it matter? It appeared to her, as she was lead along, that no one else gave Runt even a second look. No wonder he had taken a shine to her. She saw him for what he was. Sentient.

She was pulled into a rather large hut of some kind, with what looked like an ancient Goblin inside. Runt sat just outside the door, on guard as usual. Her eyes widened when she realized he was sharpening a blade.

"Hold her down," he instructed them, pointing to a cleared space on the floor of the hut. "And you've got your choice of colors for the mark: red, black, or blue."

Oh GODs, they were going to mark her. It had never occurred to Lenya that they would do this. She would carry this mark forever, the mark of a Goblin slave. She would never be able to show that to anyone, never be able to allow it to be seen once this was all over.

She tried to back away, shaking her head no... no no no.... "please, don't DO this" she quietly said. Again, screaming in this place would only excite, and that was the last thing she needed..."No... no... don't"

The older Goblin just shook his head. They always fought, for the most part, always protested. Usually pretty loudly. Hell one even broke free and ran out into the compound. Of course her screaming only made matters worse for her. She got her mark, she had then been set upon by half a dozen very excited Goblins. She was screaming for hours. Hell he had to leave his own workshop because of it.

At least this one did not scream. And she was quite the beauty. He had heard about her being untouched ago a mixed blood. Great Dart had a special mark for the mixed bloods. Not many had been captured. Stab-Gut of course, but her mark had been given by Great Dart himself, with his own claw. And, one other, if he remembered, but she had not lasted having tried to escape. Upon her recapture, she expired during her punishment. It was a shame, she would have brought a king's price upon being sold, like this one would. The special designation was nothing more than a special flourish added to markings for the D...

She was easily put to her back on the ground, Red-Claw leaning into her shoulders, holding her down, and Flayer, holding her legs, tipping her slightly to expose the outer thigh.

"no... PLEASE NO" her fear was rising as were her cries...

"Look at ME" Flayer commanded again, locking eyes with her. Lenya found herself staring back at him, and her struggling slowly abated. "please" she whispered, but Flayer just kept his eyes on hers, not allowing her to look away. "Black" he instructed the older Goblin, who, blade in hand went to work. Red-CLaw quickly clapped his large clawed hand over her mouth to stop the scream that they both saw coming.

Lenya nearly passed out from the pain of being sliced deeply by that dagger. It probably took only a couple of minutes as this Goblin was very good at what he did and knew the mark of Great Dart well. But it felt like forever to Lenya. She screaming into Red-Claw's hand, but she never took her eyes from Flayer's and again, it offered some small comfort, being able to concentrate as she did on just staring. It helped. She knew it was over when she felt the older Goblin, leaning down and licking the lacings of blood from the smooth, now marked, skin of her thigh. His tongue was rougher than Flayer's had been. She winced, whimpered when something, she did not know what, was deeply rubbed into the wound. Flayer never took his eyes off hers, but she did notice his back going up, and a tensing of his body when the older Goblin tasted her blood...

She was then yanked back to her feet. It was obvious that Red-Claw was getting very impatient, his cock was as hard as a thick steel rod. It would be a wonder if he could wait until he got her back to his den before he took her. "Come on, I'm ready to Fuck her raw right now!!" He snarled at Flayer as they pushed past Runt and practically dragged her to to his domain.

 

[Otto26]

Flayer had never seen Red Claw's nest. For that matter, he'd never seen a private nest. He slept in one of the long corridor rooms where the solos were allowed to stay. The trios could stay in larger common spaces or they could build private nests, which most of them did. Red Claw's space was about eight feet long by six feet wide and about seven feet tall. He had a stool and a pallet on the floor and a chest with a lock on it. There were two humanoid skulls adorning one wall and a working door. Flayer felt a little ashamed that he hadn't realized how important Red Claw was.

The goblin also had some rings set in the far wall and he was already securing Lenya's hands to the highest one, right up at ceiling level. Flayer marveled again and the way Lenya's body was displayed when her arms were lifted high above her head. Her thigh was red and inflamed around the fresh, black mark carved into her flesh. Her breasts were lifted and rose and fell with every breath she took. Her eyes were bright and rapidly searched the room, looking for something. 'Escape?' he wondered.

Red Claw had secured an ankle to a ring low in the wall and was working on securing another. Lenya hadn't fought him, but she hadn't cooperated, and Red Claw didn't seem to mind; her struggling seemed to inflame his desire. When he was finished Flayer was transfixed, the elfmeat's legs were held open by the rings and she was fully displayed and helpless.

"If you want them to look you in the face, this is how you do it," Red Claw snarled as he lunged at Lenya, his mouth open and teeth aimed at her throat. They slammed closed with an audible, wet, chomp a hair's breadth from her skin and Red Claw laughed maliciously at her reaction. A hand reached up to her face, forcing her to look at him and his hips moved violently thrusting into Lenya and slamming her back against the wall. "This is how we fuck our meat," he whispered at her as each thrust forced her body to impact the wall. "This is your life now," he told her.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

She was dragged into a lair, den, whatever it was, it appeared to belong to Red-Claw, or so she guessed. He obviously knew his way around it, and she noted that Runt stayed outside. Her logical mind told her if this had been Flayer's den, Runt would have sauntered right on in.

She was not a about to fight her being chained, what good would that do? Never mind she had to go through this to get where she needed to be. But plan or no plan, she was far too deep in Goblin territory to even think that escape was an option. Escape from here, and something even worse may end up being the result. She had seen some of the chained up slaves while being lead, dragged, over here. Most were not in good shape. Runt had noted her eyes taking everything in, and lingering on some of the slave females..

"not favor"

Lenya was not sure what the meant right away. Until she saw a line of 10 or so male Goblins waiting for a turn on a crying female human slave. Not favored. Out of favor. Perhaps not good enough to be claimed. Perhaps too used to be owned. She got it then. It could be alot worse, she surmised. But she had no clue what Red-Claw or Flayer for that matter had in mind for her, sex wise.

So, no, she did not fight being chained, but she didn't enthusiastically embrace it either. She scanned the room, would Great Pike have a room, or den, or lair like this? Would it be more ornate? Would there be weapons? She thought she saw some kind of blade, or dagger over at the far end, and was that a crossbow? She was not sure. Were these weapons or trophies? And speaking of trophies, she saw the skulls, and that made her pause, her breath catching, eyes fixated. Were those male or female? Human or Elf? Had he killed them or not? So many questions... But when her eyes fell on Flayer, who was watching her intently, she locked into his gaze once more. It was almost as if she were begging him silently to help her. To not let this happen to her....

"If you want them to look you in the face, this is how you do it,"

Lenya cried out and recoiled as best she could at the snapping of Red-Claw's fanged jaws so close to her bared, and very vulnerable, throat, tearing her eyes from Flayer in the process. She tried to look back at Flayer, but instead she was forced to look at him, Red-Claw, when his clawed hand clamped around and just under her chin, forcing her to stare into his eyes. His grin was obscene, evil, wicked, and lusting, very very lusting.

She screamed out when he thrust hard and deep inside her, her body hitting the wall hard, driving the air out of her for a moment, but any protest or cry she may have tried to make was quickly silenced by his claws plunging into her mouth at the same time his thick, hard, raging cock pummeled into her tight, clasping, slick, wet pussy.

"This is how we fuck our meat," he whispered at her as each thrust forced her body to impact the wall. "This is your life now,"

Lenya's eyes closed tightly as she tried to deal with what was happening to her, again, her body buffeted hard by his hips ramming relentlessly into hers, his cock plunging deeply into the spasming tunnel of her sex. The sound of her wetness, flowing over this cock, coating his balls, of his body slamming into hers, wet skin against wet skin, filled the den, along with his grunts and growls of pleasure, of mating. The only sounds she could make around his long claws in her mouth was a low, harsh groaning sound as her body made contact with the wall at her back with every thrust. Her entire body violently jerking, almost twisting with every vicious, savage lunge into her.

"This is how we fuck our meat!!!" he roared, grabbing her bouncing breast with his other hand, squeezing hard, his claws raking the soft flesh. Lenya managed to cry out at that around his fingers, her eyes snapping open. But it wasn't Red-Claw she looked at with that desperate, helpless glisten in her eyes, it was Flayer, whom she could see over his shoulder, watching from near the doorway. She needed to concentrate on something to get thru this, this rape, again, so she picked him... again.... locking her gaze in his.....

 

[Otto26]

The force of Lenya's gaze shocked Flayer. He'd forced her to meet his eyes when he'd fucked her, wanting to truly take her and not just her body. And now... Her body shook under Red Claw's assault and her eyes met his, exposing herself to him. He could almost feel what she must be feeling, could feel her asking him to help her, to take her. His cock hardened and the beginnings of a growl formed in the back of his throat. He wanted to be the one thrusting into her, wanted to paint her with his cum, wanted her to expose herself to him. He couldn't have broken the connection between them if he'd tried, and he didn't. But if she was looking for help, for sympathy, she found none. It was Red Claw's turn, not Flayer's. What she found, instead, was promise. Soon, his gaze said. Soon I will take you. Soon you will scream and moan from my touch. Soon you will be mine.

Red Claw roared as he thrust particularly hard, slamming Lenya back against the wall and pouring into her. Rivulets of cum ran down her thighs and dripped off his balls as he chuckled in malicious satisfaction. "Wanted more of that," he said. He lifted his hands to the cord holding Lenya's hands to the ring and released it while taking care to keep her wrists bound. He shifted his hips to pull slowly out of Lenya, his member still semi-rigid and dripping wet. His hand reached up to her hair, taking a firm grip right against the scalp. He pulled her face down to his. "Want some of this, too," he growled. His hand pulled her down to her knees, legs still spread wide. Her face was right next to his cock. He chuckled again and his hips shifted lightly.

"Suck it, fuckmeat," he ordered.

Flayer watched, shifting unconsciously to the left to keep his eyes locked on Lenya's. This too, his gaze said. You will suck my cock dry, his eyes promised. Unable to look away his hand reached back and found Runt's fur. The dorg whuffed lightly, telling Flayer it was okay, he was on watch.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Suck it, fuckmeat,"

She was still trying to catch her breath from being slammed hard into the wall when he orgasmed. Hard enough that she yowled around his claws, which he then pulled free, just so he could hear her wailing cry, her shriek echoing, and watch her body writhe and twist and jerk from the force of his seed pumping into her.

Now she was forced to her knees, desperately gasping for air, his still semi rigid cock now at her lips. Again, this was not something she had considered. Sucking cock was not something that the Elves even acknowledged. Humans, well yes. She had heard of it. But it was not something she had clue one on how to do. And the idea of his, she shook her head no, finally tearing her eyes from Flayer and looking up at Red-Claw. "Please no" her voice was a bare whisper. But that only made the Goblin chuckle even louder, his grip in her hair tightening, the tips of his claws raking her scalp. "Wrong answer" came his sneering remark and he shoved the hardening, still wet, length of his cock, into her mouth.

Lenya gagged, not having ever done anything like this before. But she needed to do this. He could easily kill her if this was not done to her liking, or could he? Great-Dart had decreed she be sent North to be sold. What would happen if Red-Claw killed her? She was not sure she wanted to find that out.

So Lenya closed her mouth over him, and she fought to take him in as deep as she could. He was only semi-hardened, but already, it was obvious that the thought of the elf's mouth on his cock, was arousing him again. Lenya slid her tongue beneath the shaft, and drew him in deeper, suckling in. It took only moments before he was hard within her mouth's embrace, a sensation that Lenya had not quite prepared herself for. She gasped around him, wanting to pull back, but he not allowing her to. His claws tightened in her hair as he fucked her mouth, driving in and out as Lenya struggled to do what was needed. Her mouth was soft, wet, and warm. His cock, the taste was foul to her, but Lenya managed not to gag again, her body shaking, quivering, with every pump of his hips. His head was back, he was grunting deeply as he enjoyed the feeling of her struggling to suck him. He obviously liked the fact that she struggled, that she cried, that she moaned with every shove into her throat.

Lenya could not stop the tears that sprang to her eyes over and over again. And her eyes found Flayer again, he having shifted a bit, so that she could see him. She knew he was as Goblin as the others, but Lenya needed someone, something, and he had been the one to show her the barest of mercy, at least not ripping into her when raping her. It was a small thing, but for her, it was something. She could see his... want... in his gaze. Red-Claw only wanted one thing, his own gratification. It mattered not with what he got that gratification from, her or any other slave he came across. But with Flayer, it felt different, since the moment he had laid eyes on her.

The PLAN... remember the PLAN... she practically yelled at herself, as Red-Claw kept using her mouth. Her groans vibrating over his length, she trying to prepare herself for what she knew would be coming. She concentrated on Flayer, and within minutes, Red-Claw roared, and her mouth was filled with the thick, viscous flood of his cum. The taste was more than foul, the scent almost sickening to her, but her throat swallowed by reaction, but it was not enough and her mouth overflowed, his semen spilling out as he pulled back, still spurting out reams of his seed, coating her lips and down her chin, her chest, her breasts as she choked, coughed and struggled to draw a deeper breath.

"please.....please... I'm begging... no more" her head was down now, hanging down. She could feel Flayer watching her, but she could not find the strength to look up. Her body trembling, tears streaking her face, her soft sobbing drowned out by Red-Claw's lasting loud grunting roar of release. It was now that Lenya realized she was in over her head. Could she do this? This was just 2 Goblins, what would happen when she was sold? She had to hope the buyer was Great Pike himself. But what would he make her endure before she could find the opportunity to kill him? What if another Great bought her? These are all things she should have considered and she did not.

She had made a terrible mistake... and she knew it. But she had no way out of it now, the plan was her only hope.. now...

She finally was able to still herself, but she kept her head down... quietly crying.....

 

[Otto26]

Red Claw sat heavily on his pallet and sighed deeply, his eyes filled with the sight of the helpless , whimpering meat kneeling before him, cum slowly dripping from her lips, her breasts, her cunt. "Want a turn?" he asked Flayer.

Flayer couldn't think of anything he wanted more. Come to that he could barely think. He wanted more of Lenya's moans and screams, wanted her helplessly dancing on his cock. Wanted to look into her eyes and see the surprise and the surrender again. "Yes," he growled and took a step forward, but, behind him, Runt softly growled to warn him that someone was approaching.

"Looking for Flayer," a voice called.

Red Claw grinned and Flayer knew he'd been expecting this. He took a deep breath to bring himself back under control. It wasn't enough. Neither was the second. The third breath did the trick. "Here," he called back.

"Time to go! Get your meat up to the square or you can explain to Great Dart why his command wasn't carried out."

Flayer's growl of frustration rumbled in his throat and body.

"Cheer up," Red Claw said. "You'll have her all to yourself for the entire trip to the trading post. And you can keep the binding cords, you'll need them. Good luck."

'Good luck', it was about as caring as goblins ever acted and Flayer knew Red Claw hadn't been any more malicious than the goblin baseline behavior they all operated under. He disconnected Lenya from the wall, leaving her wrists bound in front of her, and shoved the extra binding cords into his belt. Red Claw was already asleep in his pallet, an act that would be a deadly insult if they weren't friends. He considered pissing on him but his cock was still hard. He nodded at Runt, though, and the dorg grinned and stepped forward. As Flayer dragged Lenya down the hall he heard Red Claw's shout and Runt came running down the passage and brushed past, laughing.

On the surface the lair was bustling with nighttime activity. It took him a moment to locate the caravan in the crowd. He pulled Lenya along behind him, his brain worrying about how he was going to keep her walking all night. It turned out he needn't have worried.

"Flayer?" one of the goblins asked.

"Yes."

"Tooth Puller," the goblin introduced himself. The string of teeth around his neck made the origin of his name obvious. "I'm in charge. We walk at night to avoid the meat, sleep in travel nests during the day. Keep your fuckmeat gagged so they can't scream. You'll be back man on the pole. Let's go."

Flayer took a look around and saw that the other four fuckmeat were already slung beneath poles carried between two goblins, the rest of the caravan ready to leave while a goblin with a pole was waiting impatiently for him. Under their gaze he acted quickly, yanking Lenya over and dragging her to the ground, binding her ankles together and passing a pole between her ankles and wrists.

"Gag?" the goblin asked sarcastically.

Flayer silently swore but was careful to keep his frustration from his face. He wouldn't show any weakness in front of these goblins. Trying to be casual he pulled off his loincloth and stuffed it in Lenya's mouth. His stiff cock hung in the breeze, glistening at the tip, but he ignored the laughter. He'd been underdressed to begin with; these goblins all had armor pieces of some sort, bows, and swords. They also had packs with food. That was going to make this an interesting trip.

He shouldered his end of the pole and found Lenya's face looking back at him, again. It was going to be a long trip.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

She was thankful for the reprieve, to be honest. But the Goblin that had summoned Flayer and her scared her worse than Red-Claw. Were those human or Elven teeth around his neck?? She really did not want to know, those horrors were best left unexamined. Runt gave her a half hearted whimper when she passed him..

"Okay?"

She managed to nod. Yes she was sore, everything hurt, and yes, she was desperate for a drink of fresh water at the very least, but she dared not say anything right now. There were entirely too many Goblins around. It was as if more had come out to see the "half blood"... Stab-Gut was that much of a legend and rarely seen, so seeing another had become somewhat of a sideshow to the Goblins and even some of the slaves as well. The slave females, at least the ones who had not been reduced to mindless fucking beasts, all knew of Stab-Gut and her stature within Dart's hierarchy. All wished for what she had. Seeing another 'like' her, was a rarity that even they did not want to miss, if possible.

Lenya did not protest when she was suspended once again between the poles. She was perfectly able to walk, and would be willing to walk, if they would let her. But the other slaves on this particular journey were whimpering, struggling, even fighting, and even though she was compliant, she got the suffer the same fate of being strung up.

And, she was required to be gagged just like the others, Flayer stuffing his loin cloth into her mouth.

Lenya closed her eyes for a bit, letting his scent become familiar to her. It as not as foul as Red-Claw's had been, not that it was pleasant. But again, it was something to concentrate on so that her fear of what would happen now would not overwhelm her. She hoped, whenever they stopped, she'd be able to beg for a drink of water. Her throat was burning from what she had been through.

She could hear Runt, whuffing quietly nearby. That demon looking wolf thing also brought her some comfort. She noted that none of the others had anything like him. I wonder how he and Flayer joined up she thought to herself. Maybe she would dare to ask...

Being strung up was not all that comfortable, that's for sure. She could hear the other slaves, mostly crying. Lenya could not see them, but she thought she heard, when the Goblins were talking, the other 4 were humans, along with herself.

She finally let her eyes open, and focused her nearly crystal clear stare on Flayer. Unlike the others, she was perfectly quiet. Part of it was her sheer exhaustion at what she had been through so far, the other part was her not wanting to attract any extra attention to herself for this trip. And lastly, seeing him at least kept her grounded.

It was dark, and she could not see any moon at all. She had no expectation of how long they had been traveling. The Goblins were pretty focused, not ones to waste time, so leaving Great-Dart's compound was quick and efficient. The sooner they got to the Trading Grounds, the sooner the gold would be exchanged, and they could head back to report and present the gold to Great-Dart. They hoped against all hope that, if they did this with the greatest efficiency and made the most gold, Great-Dart would gift them with time with one of the prime slaves, instead of having to satisfy themselves with the stable. None of them as of yet, had captured and claimed their own slaves. For the moment, these captured females belonged to them, having been assigned by Tooth-Puller, and they would take full advantage. Many of them were already salivating at the thought, and several were hoping for a chance at the half-blood. Lenya, since Flayer was the who captured her, it was a given that she was his until she was sold. Some were already planning on asking Flayer for her use, their cocks getting hard and ready with just the idea of her being there. They were lucky, or so they thought.

Tooth-Puller watched the skies as he marched along. He knew the route well, Great-Dart quite often assigned the trading and selling of the slave females to him. And he knew the timing. As the sun began to lightly illuminate the sky, he stopped. It was better to get camped and settled before the sun was fully in the sky. He did not want to be seen or caught in the light of day, he'd rather be fucking one or two of the females and then sleeping. He'd have to assign a guard, actually it was better to assign 2 guards to split the day. That way each would have the opportunity to mate one of the slaves and get some sleep....

 

[Otto26]

Walking was... walking. The route wasn't hard, wasn't even unknown, Flayer had walked this route when finding his way to join Great Dart's lair. The pace wasn't a problem, either, Tooth Puller was setting a stealthy, slow, pace. Which Flayer thought was smart. Until the Great Raid this territory had been the junction between the human and elvish territories. Now it was a no-man's land roamed by humans, elves, and goblins alike. Other creatures also roamed into this space and established new territories. Stealthy was good. The hard part was that Lenya's naked body was laid out before him and the slow pace gave him lots of opportunities to steal glances at it. And every time his eyes devoured her his cock stood to attention. None of the other goblins noticed this, but Lenya couldn't avoid it. It felt weak to Flayer. If he wanted her he should take her and not be denied. And the cycle just repeated, frustration mounting the whole while.

Flayer was in a foul mood by the time they stopped. 'Too late', he judged. Tooth Puller should have stopped them earlier, before it grew light. Humans hunted the dawn. He and the other goblin took the pole of their shoulders, lowering Lenya to the ground. The goblin wandered off without a word and Tooth Puller came back to Flayer.

"Flayer, you'll have second watch," Tooth Puller told him. "And you can use this nest." He pointed towards a cluster of trees that might be hiding a depression in the ground. It was the sort of accommodation that would be used for pack animals in the bigger caravans that carried weapons, tools, and jewelry north. Inadequate and flea-ridden.

"Not tonight," Flayer said quietly enough that the other goblins couldn't hear; he didn't want to escalate this if he could avoid it. "I didn't have time to pack food in. I'll need to check on my fuckmeat and set a few snares. I can start standing watch tomorrow, though."

"Food isn't a problem. If you weren't smart enough to pack some you can just trade for some of our extra. A little time with your fuckmeat will trade nicely."

Flayer mentally nodded as the shoe dropped. This was pretty much what he'd expected. "Maybe tomorrow," he allowed. "But she's new to the trail. I have a responsibility to deliver her in good condition. Which is why Great Dart sent me along with her instead of just handing her over to you," he slipped the verbal knife in.

Tooth Puller paused and Flayer could almost hear the gears of his mind spinning. He didn't actually know why Great Dart had sent him, but neither did Tooth Puller, and if Great Dart had given Flayer more information than Tooth Puller then that meant Flayer might be higher in the hierarchy than he though and was it worth setting up a conflict hem might lose.... It was a simple bluff and Tooth Puller almost certainly knew it was a bluff, but he also knew that they had nine more nights on the trail at the pace he was setting and the game got harder and harder to trap. He could be patient and get what he wanted without a fight.

"Good point, I'll put someone else on guard tonight and you can start taking the second shift tomorrow." '*Every* second shift' he thought, but did not say as he walked away.

Flayer walked over and unbound Lenyas ankles and detached her wrist binding from the pole. He checked to make sure the bindings weren't damaging her and then whistled Runt, who'd been investigating the terrain, over to them.

"Can you find it?" he asked softly. Runt snorted, insulted. "Okay. The stream is down the slope. I'm going to take her down and let her drink, bathe, and shit while you find it and bring it back. Find us a better nest, too, okay?" Runt grunted in assent and wandered off, just a dorg sniffing around like dorgs did.

Flayer noted that Lenya was already standing and gave the lead a tug to indicate she should follow him. A few minutes of travel brought them down to the stream and a few minutes more took them to a good spot he remembered. Crucially, it was upstream of the places the other goblins were likely to use. He stood still for a few moments, looking and listening for anything out of place, and then turned to remove Lenya's gag so she could drink. The growing light was a background to her, highlighting the outline of her body. His cock, which had actually relaxed a little since they'd stopped the march, grew painfully hard again. He smiled and, instead of removing her gag, pushed her slowly down onto the ground in a sitting position. As he knelt down in front of her she threw her legs open, spreading them wide and exposing her sex to him. The act shocked him and he stopped before he pushed her onto her back, staring. His eyes brazenly explored the revealed folds of her cunt between her trembling thighs and then traveled slowly up her body, over her belly and breasts. He found her eyes open and fixed on him, the hint of tears at the corners of them, but she didn't flinch from him. Their eyes locked, he pushed her onto her back, covering her body with his and placing the tip of his spear against her, ready to impale her.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Water. That was all Lenya needed to hear to perk up. Water... to drink and bathe. It had never sounded so good to her before.

She dutifully followed him down to the stream, after watching Runt off on his search.

"Quiet, Private"

He whuffed softly back. Fact was, quiet and private suited him just fine. Easier to guard.

The sound of the softly running water was music to her ears. Not that she would not be dirty again quickly, but to be clean, even if for a few minutes would help ease her pain, and even her anxiety. Never mind how thirsty she was. Her screaming and crying had worn her throat raw. Never mind that after taste she was having to endure. It was not like she could control any of that, she had tried, unsuccessfully thus far.

She stood near the edge of the water, her pale crystal blue eyes taking everything in. It was really a pretty stream, with wild flowers blooming nearby and she thought she could actually see some wild berry plants on the other shoreline across the stream. Just the idea of enjoying wild blackberries and blueberries made her belly rumble lightly. Would he let her if she asked, begged?

While Flayer scanned the area, still holding tight to her bindings, she took the moment to lift her head and gaze up at the lightening sky. The pale pink and yellow of the sun rising had set the sky aglow. Sunrise and Sunset had always been Lenya's favorite times of day, and this was no exception. For a the briefest of times, she forgot what she was going through, even tho she was still bound and gagged, and just enjoyed the light show that played in the sky above. She did not even realize that Flayer was staring at her, that the rising glow of the sun was dancing over her naked skin, highlighting the pale golden hue of her long hair that splayed down her back. When she did feel the heat, the almost palpable strength of his eyes on her, he had moved to within a hair's breath of where she stood...

She watched a smile, if Goblins could call that sneer they did a smile, slowly cross his face as his eyes drank her in, she could almost feel his eyes touching every curve, caressing every smooth surface, learning the flow of her body, the fall of her hair, the rhythm of her breathing. He reaching out and almost gently pushing her to the soft grass under their feet. She knew what he wanted, his now erect cock was more than evident. Her eyes followed him as he knelt down before her, and she, with a deep breath that held the slightest quiver to it, leaned back as best she could and let her legs part for him. Her pussy lips parting just a little, soft, pinkened.

It appeared to her that she had caught him off guard. Most likely, the other slaves were not as accepting of what was happening to them. Truth be told, neither would she if she did not have the plan to keep her focused. Between that, and the fact it was only Flayer, and not 3 or more that the other females were most likely about to deal with. He paused, staring, before pushing her down further into the grass with a clawed hand. Still gagged, she could only whimper quietly, as he ever so languidly began to explore her with his eyes. It was the first time since her capture that he could take his time, and just enjoy what her soft, quivering, so very female, body looked like. Her own gaze followed his, as he lingered first on her sex, then moving upwards, along her belly and the curve of her hips, taking in the round swell of each breast, tipped with dark almost maroon red nipples, both were swollen, aroused, then upwards again, the bared curve of her throat, her moistened tender soft lips that framed her wet mouth, until he halted, at her eyes. Those clear, almost translucent blue eyes. Both were moist, glistening with the tears of what she had been through, and it only made them gleam even brighter.

His clawed hand again pushed her back to the grass, she was now prone before him, her legs open, her sex waiting, beckoning, the scent, almost a sweet musk, tantalizing him, droplets of her slick juices shining on the surface of her parted pussy lips. Her eyes, locked in his. Her breathing was ragged, as she tried to control the fear she felt. He loomed over her, his body above her own. She could hear his labored, deepening breathing, feel the heat coming off him as the urge, the desire, the want, the need, that deep seated hunger took over. His cockhead right at the heated entrance to the wet sheath of her sex. She held her breath as he pushed forward, his length disappearing inside the opening grasp of her body, heated, searing hot, the walls of her sex gripped him, as he slid in with a dark, low, growling moan.

Lenya cried out, muffled that it was, beneath the gag, she biting down on the harsh cloth. Her body went taut, tense, shuddered. Yet he still ever so slowly pushed, feeling her opening to every inch of him, feeling the caress, the heated clenching of the walls of her sex surrounding him as he slowly continued to insert his length inside her. Her eyes never left his, she was caught in his intense stare... until his entire shaft, to the root, was embedded in the wetness, the silken hold, of her. She was sobbing lightly beneath the gag, more ashamed then him hurting her at the moment. Ashamed of her willingness to offer herself to him as she just had. Ashamed that her body provided him the slickness needed to so nicely glide into her depths, ashamed that she was not screaming and fighting what was happening, ashamed that she had even come up with this plan in the first place. Ashamed the most that she had let herself get caught and now she was paying for it. At least the others, well most of them, did not "let themselves get caught" except for the Goblin Whores that wanted to and those were humans, never Elven.

She was trembling beneath him, waiting for his move, waiting for what he would do.. at the moment he seemed to be enjoying that feeling of just being so deeply inside her.

 

[Otto26]

It was better than the first fuck. Much better. Her cunt was soft and hot and gripped his flesh tightly and the sensation radiated out from his cock to the rest of his body. She was like the shared fuckmeat at the lair, unresisting, but... the way she had opened herself to him... And her cries... This was new and it was very, very good. He had thought a quick fuck to take the edge off his anger would be good, but now he held himself still, savoring the way her cunt shook on him. He'd felt that before, stronger, in Lair. This was a shadow of the thing, but, if he paid attention, amazing. And he was in real danger of falling into her bright eyes. He saw fear, of course, and shame. Those were familiar and expected. But there was determination in them as well. And there was something hiding in the shame. He'd never seen it and couldn't put a name to it, but it was interesting and he wanted to pursue it. He used one hand to raise her bound wrists above her head, pinning her to the ground with his hand, his body, and his cock. His other hand went to a breast.

It was firm and soft at the same time and the nipple was hard and puckered. He brushed it with a fingertip and she squirmed beneath him for a brief moment, before she caught herself. And he could see that emotion hiding in the shame flash brightly for that moment. Intrigued, he toyed with the nipple a little more, rolling it between callused finger-tips to identify the point where pleasure stopped and pain began. The pain, he noted, shut down the mystery emotion, so he decided to forgo that for now. The tip of a claw dimpled the skin of her breast, and her chest, and her throat. He closed his hand on her throat and pushed her chin up, baring the flesh for a killing bite. Her heart pounded and he watched that for several moments. And all the while he could feel the trembling in her cunt growing stronger. It seemed to have expanded to include her thighs.

He used his hand to bring her eyes back into contact with his and experimentally ground his hips forward to push his cock fractionally deeper into her, pressing against the deepest part of her. Her breath caught and her breasts lifted to him as her back arched. Only his hand on her head kept her gaze upon him. His reward was another glimpse of that mystery emotion hiding in the shame. The two emotions seemed to dance with each other while determination kept firm reign on both of them.

He was puzzled. You fucked fuckmeat. That's what they were for. Their name encapsulated their purpose. You plunged into them and fucked them and plundered the pleasure they were and filled them or coated them with your seed. If they screamed or cried or resisted then, well, meat did that and goblins gloried in this salt for their meal. So why was he lingering like this? What prey was he hunting? Was there more to take from the fuckmeat? A different victory? His head swam with the lack of sleep and the effort of two days carrying Lenya without any food or water and the musky-sweet smell of her and the way her body moved and the feelings surging through his body. The world was changing.

And then she moved her hips. Just slightly, just a tiny grind against him. And in the dance in her eyes he saw the mystery emotion take the lead before shame reasserted itself. And then he didn't see anything because he was blinded by the orgasm that buffeted his body like a landslide, his seed pouring out of him in an overlapping stream of mildly painful spasms and felt himself slipping towards the helplessness of the denar and knew he was going to drown in it and Lenya was going to kill him and escape.

'Fucked to death,' he thought and then he couldn't think at all.