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

[AmbrosiaCaress]

He... He was learning her, she realized. He was not quite like the other Goblins, at least not like the ones she had seen and had to deal with, pretty much meaning Red-Claw. Lenya was very observant. She had watched the other Goblins, she had only had to deal with Red-Claw and Flayer, but she had watched many of the others. She even observed Great-Dart for a time, when she could while in the lair. Flayer reminded her of him. Not entirely, Dart was a legend, thanks to Safi and his own cunning. But Dart knew Safi inside and out. Lenya watched now as Flayer was doing the same thing to her. He did not just stare into her eyes, or at her face. He delved into her gaze, as if searching. She could not pull her eyes from his even if she wanted to, she was captured.

With a low gasp, she writhed, twisted a bit when his hand found her breast. Her nipples had always been so sensitive, and it was as if he was experimenting, pinching, twirling, letting a claw tip circle around, he watched, learned, her reactions, from the movement of her body, to the sound of her cry even beneath the gag, the the harsh intake of her breath, yet her eyes, her eyes never wavered from his. Where he seemed to be searching within hers, she was seeking solace, shelter in his. Using his to keep her grounded, to help her endure. It as almost as if they were feeding off each other.

It was when he closed his claws around the curve of her throat that Flayer surely saw the spark of real fear alight in her eyes. Her skin, her cheeks had been flush, but as his hand held her throat, the fear so very evident in the depths of her gaze, the color drained from her face, she going pale. Lenya caught her breath as he examined that vulnerable curve, she knowing that his fangs, or his claws, could so easily rip open the flesh. "pplease... don't" the words were barely audible under the gag of the loin cloth. And she was praying that he was doing nothing more than contemplating. She had done nothing wrong to warrant his killing her. She would do whatever she had to, to stay alive.. "please" the word again only sounding like a muffled whimper from a terrified slave. Her heart was beating so fast and so hard, she thought for sure he could see the pulse along her throat, and that thought was confirmed when he let a claw rest against it for just a moment. Again, learning, feeling, knowing her life was his right now.

She felt his hips push forward, just a little, the length of him penetrating just a little deeper. Lenya gasped into the gag, and for that minute in time, her eyes actually broke with his as she let them roll back and close, her body reacting, quivering, back arching, hips rocking upwards, allowing him an easier angle to claim her depths. It was as if he wanted to know, what made her writhe, what made her cry out in pleasure, what made her squirm for more, what made her scream in pain, what made her heart beat, what made her desire come alive, what scared her, what... what would make her submit to him.. what would make her completely and totally his, no matter who used her, it would be him that she begged, him that she knelt before, him that she wanted, his collar, his fuckmeat. He drew her eyes back to his, no command needed this time, he had a silent hold on her.

That was when she actually moved under him. Not in reaction to him, but she moved to initiate, rolling her hips, the sheath of her sex rippling along his length, and her voice, again muffled, moaned, it was no mistaking, she moaned, not because of him, she moaned FOR him...

She had been brutally raped for the most part by Red-Claw.. with Flayer, this time, it was different, and she knew that, she could feel that. When she moved, rolled her hips, let that muffled sound of desire vibrate over the gag, and he saw, saw the fear melt away from her eyes, and she accepted, for the moment what was happening, she felt him stiffen, shudder, and his cock jerked and twisted within the grasp of her body, of her sex, and his cock emptied, flooding her with the heat of his seed, she could feel every tremble, every spurt as his cock moved inside her. She gasped, her body lifting, letting him fill her... she still staring into his eyes. She saw confusion, he had reacted to not mindlessly fucking her, raping her, using or even just taking from her. He had released, he had reacted to something else... her willingness.....

But, she watched as his eyes rolled, and it was as if he was moving in slow motion, he almost falling back and off of her, his still twitching cock pulling free of her sex. She'd seen this with some of the other Goblins she had noticed, and even Red-Claw was asleep pretty quickly after he had used her. She'd heard stories, but she was never sure what was true and what was just, well stories, of Goblins going almost catatonic after a hard fucking of a human or elf.

But this was not good. If he was incapacitated, that left her vulnerable, being bound. Could she get free? She started twisting and rotating her wrists. Wait, her legs were free, it actually took her a minute to realize that. But again, she was not about to run. That would only get her killed, or worse, captured by another or more and she knew she'd be worse off, she'd be like one of those human slaves, who, if she listened hard enough, even right now were screaming behind their gags, she could hear the distant grunts of the Goblins using them, the screams were probably in her head, but she could hear those Goblin grunts...

Runt... she needed Runt...

Sitting up, Lenya shook her head, pushing with her tongue, until the loin cloth he had stuffed in her mouth, was finally pushed free.. Lenya took a deep breath and before anything else she managed to get to the creek and take a deep drink of that fresh water. The coolness soothed her throat, flowing down and moistening the raw flesh. She thought she could drink forever, it tasted that good.

"Runt?"

She hoped the Dorg was still close. "Runt?..

She heard a whuffing and the demon looking wolf appeared thru the thick brush, held in his jaws, a leather pouch, looking much like the backpacks that humans, especially hunters, used to carry gear. He dropped it with a thud and immediately went to Flayer, nuzzling and sniffing.

"He's ok, I think" she actually said out loud, not sure if Runt would even understand. The Dorg whined lightly.

"I know, you need to stay and keep watch" Again she was talking to Runt like he would answer back.

"Stay, guard" this time she only thought what she was trying to say. The Dorg took up a guarding position, ears up, listening. Lenya looked around, none of the others were close by thank the Moons... She was sure she'd be in trouble if they knew Flayer was incapacitated. She could see the benefit of the trio, they looked out for each other. Flayer apparently only had Runt. She did not think that he and Red-Claw were especially close, or that other one that she had actually killed.

Getting to her feet, she walked slowly over to the Dorg.. "Free?"

She wanted him to bite through her bindings. Runt canted his head slightly and looked at the still prone Flayer then back at the naked girl.

Lenya shook her head no, trying to indicate she was not going to run. "Promise"

The Dorg bared his very impressive fangs and actually, very gingerly, bit thru the bindings. He did catch her wrist with a fang, leaving a bit of a mark, but nothing she could not deal with and the blood was only seeping. "I'm okay"

Lenya sat at the water's edge, as the sun had now risen. She could still hear the distant groans of some of the other Goblins and she hoped against hope that none would come wandering down to the creek. Most would go to sleep after their.. well, after they took their gratification from the other girls. If this had been dusk, the danger of being discovered would have been much greater.

She was tempted to first, check out the pack that Runt had brought. It obviously belonged to Flayer, but again she did not want to anger him if he awoke and became aware while she was looking. He would think she was looking for a weapon most likely. What she really wished she had some kind of covering. She was also very tempted to bathe while she waited, but she did not want him to think she was trying to escape via the water, same with the berries on the other side of the creek. No matter how much her belly grumbled, she stayed where she was, sitting, with her arms wrapped around her nakedness. She felt safe, Runt would alert her to anyone coming.

 

[Otto26]

It was like drowning in relaxation. Flayer had never felt quite that loose, devoid of worry, of fear, of goblins....

"Hrngt!" he sat up, dagger in his shaking hand, feeling as though he'd dug himself out of a grave as he fought through the paralysis, terrified of... everything. Runt was sitting next to him, looking down at him, Lenya was sitting close to the stream, her head snapping around to look at him. He spun clumsily, holding the dagger in front of him, as he scanned the area for threats. There weren't any, of course, Runt was watching. But he'd been helpless meat on the ground. The thought filled him with rage. He stood up into a crouch and took a slower look around, actually catching details this time. He saw the cache pack on the ground, Runt laughing at him, Lenya, why was he thinking of the fuckmeat by her name? Why was he thinking it was her name? She didn't have a name! She was fuckmeat! And she was holding up a hand as if to hold him, or his fear/rage back. Why were her wrists free?!? He saw the ruined cord on the ground.

"What were you thinking?!?" he shouted at Runt, slapping the side of the dorg's head.

Runt whuffed and leaned forward, slamming his skull against Flayer's chest and knocking the angry goblin backward, almost knocking him off his feet. He turned his head and gestured at Lenya with his muzzle then growled at Flayer before making a goofy face and rolling over onto his back.

"Real fucking funny, Runt," he whispered. The dorg laughed and shook a little, lolling his tongue from the side of his mouth. "Not funny." Runt shook once and farted. "You shit. You absolute shit. I stood guard while you fucked that dog on the way down and never once made fun of you while you were stuck in her for like half an hour and this is how you repay me?" The dorg laughed again and then suddenly rolled onto his belly, ears pointing back towards the goblins, teeth silently bared, alert.

Flayer looked over at Lenya and started to open his mouth. He wanted to ask why she hadn't run off? Why she'd moved against him? What had he seen in her eyes? He needed to warn her. He needed to get her bound and gagged. Before...

Tooth Puller slowly stalked out of the brush with two other goblins flanking him. "Something wrong?" he asked, his eyes taking in the scene before him.

"Well, my partner is an ungrateful son of a bitch who smells like a pile of wet rat-shit and my fuckmeat can't walk on rocks without falling on her ass and you dickheads are trying to manipulate me into giving you a piece of her while holding me hostage for food, but other than that, no," Flayer responded, ladling the sarcasm on with an extra large ladle.

"The fuckmeat isn't secured," one of Tooth-Puller's trio pointed out, clearly identifying what was wrong with this scenario.

Flayer sighed. "She doesn't need to be. She's obedient. Like your fuckmeat would be if you knew anything about handling fuckmeat."

The goblins stared at him as thought he'd said something in Elvish, suspicion blazing in their eyes.

"Spread, fuckmeat!" Flayer calmly ordered, his heart pounding, the dagger in his hand sweaty, Runt gathering his legs to pounce. If she didn't obey..

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Silently she watched Runt and Flayer. It was more than clear to her that the 2 of them trusted each other. It was actually almost endearing, and a Dorg laughing, well, that almost made her laugh, the sound was so, ridiculous. But a moment later and the demon wolf Dorg was growling, those sharpened fangs bared. Lenya remembered him tearing that other dead goblin apart, breaking bone. He was a force to be dealt with, she knew, if he attacked.

She heard the Goblins approaching before she saw them. Why are they not asleep? She had to wonder. They had a female slave, did they not? Or had they loaned her out for trade or coin and were now looking to intimidate Flayer into using her? He was alone after all, other than Runt of course.

Lenya said a silent prayer to the Moons that those 3 had not walked into the clearing by the creek 5 minutes sooner. Or things would have been entirely different. Observant, yes, it has been established that Lenya was observant. And she could feel the tension hanging thick in the air. Runt was growling low, and Flayer, who she didn't think was entirely alert yet, was standing as if he had a chance to fight and beat 3 Goblins. The sound of a fight would only bring more, Flayer didn't stand a chance and neither did Runt.

"The fuckmeat isn't secured," one of Tooth-Puller's trio pointed out, clearly identifying what was wrong with this scenario.

Flayer sighed. "She doesn't need to be. She's obedient. Like your fuckmeat would be if you knew anything about handling fuckmeat.

And this all hinged on her.

"Spread, fuckmeat!"

"Yes Master" came her calm, measured reply, it took an act of inner strength to not let her voice tremble. If this went the way she thought it was going to, she was about to endure what the other slave captives had been enduring.

She did not get to her feet, she did not dare. She shifted to hands and knees, and slowly crawled along the grass, the sun highlighting her bared body, the soft light dancing over her curves, highlighting the pale golden veil of her long mane of hair that swayed with each movement of her body. She was a vision as she crawled to Flayer, and lowered her head and chest to his feet. She wanted to look up at him, she was desperate to lock into his eyes but she dared not. But she also refused to look at the trio, who were watching her intently, staring at her every move, her every curve, the smoothness of her skin, inhaling the scent of her. Her head rested before Flayer's clawed feet, her hips and ass facing the other 3, legs spread, the wet folds of her sex easily visible, lips pink and delicate, the tight entrance almost beckoning to them. The position was the one most Goblins took their pleasure in. If they were going to take her, fuck her, mate her, she did not want to have to see their faces while they did it.

Runt was pacing, it was obvious he did not like what was going on, the Dorg picking up on Flayer's anxiety and stress. Flayer, watched Lenya move, watched every little nuance to her display, but he kept his face stoic as if he had expected exactly this and no less.

 

[Otto26]

Tooth-Puller and his trio were stunned. They'd seen fuckmeat obedient to the lash, but they'd probably never seen anything like Lenya. Flayer hadn't seen anything like Lenya, for that matter, but he did his best not to let that show. His best did not extend to preventing his cock from swelling. Neither did the best of the trio. "I'll give you two days rations for a fuck," one of them managed.

Flayer considered the offer for a few moments. It wasn't a bad offer and he needed to get along with these goblins at some point. But not yet, no quite yet. Tomorrow he would have made his point and could mend some bridges. "A fair offer, but not tonight," he replied. "I'm tired of carrying her ass so I need to fit her for shoes and then get some sleep. We'll talk again tomorrow."

There was a moment where the trio looked like they weren't going to accept this refusal, when they looked as if they were getting ready to charge and kill Flayer so they rape Lenya senseless. They wouldn't have been goblins if they hadn't at least considered the option. Particularly since, the corner of his eye told him, the fuckmeat had started to slowly move her hips from side to side. But they were also goblins smart enough to be accepted in Great Dart's lair.

"No more shouting," Tooth-Puller said with a threatening growl. And then he turned and followed the other two back into the brush.

Runt sighed and rolled over onto his side.

"Yeah," Flayer agreed. He looked down at the fuckmeat before him, her ass in the air and subtly, gently swaying, her waist and back displayed and her hair at his feet. He pulled a binding cord out his belt and doubled it back on itself before swinging the two strands of leather cord down hard across Lenya's ass.

"Don't destroy my property," he whispered savagely. "And that goes double for you, Runt," he addressed the dorg. Then he put the cord back in his belt and squatted down, a claw under Lenya's chin lifting her face until he could see her pale eyes again. "Why didn't you kill me? Or at least run?" he asked.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

None of them noticed her very quiet sigh of relief when the other 3 Goblins turned and left. She could hear them grumbling to themselves as if trying to decide to come back and try attacking Flayer, try killing him. She had taken a chance with her little display, this time it had paid off. But she did not move. She was tempted, very tempted, but she stayed in position. She needed Flayer to see her as submissive, obedient. At least for this trip North. She would need Pike to see her the same way, better to get in practice now.

The strike across her bared ass took her by surprise and hurt, the pain seared, stung, and she gripped the grass with her hands as she tried to quiet the cry that ripped from her lips. She managed to muffle the shriek in the grass, her body shuddering, the red welt from the vicious lash already forming across the rounded flesh of her butt cheek. Lenya quickly bit her lower lip to silence any more whimpers...

"Don't destroy my property," he whispered savagely. "And that goes double for you, Runt,"

"Why didn't you kill me? Or at least run?"

She felt the sharp point of his claw beneath her chin, lifting her head so that her gaze met his... and for a long moment she remained silent. She saw him reaching for the cord again... "what good would that do me?" she finally answered. Her voice was an octave deeper than most, with a sultry, almost liquid quality to it. Smooth, very feminine, silken. "Runt would have killed me if I attacked you, and running would only put me in the bindings of Goblins like the one with the Teeth" She did not know his name, but he creeped her out the most of all of them right now. "The Devil one knows is infinitely better than the Devil one does not know"..

"Why did you not take their offer?"

She really had no right to ask, slaves did not ask those kinds of questions. She figured that right about now the human females most likely could not even speak. She felt bad for them, she did. She could have easily been one of them, other than the fact that she was not human, not totally at least. It was well known that the human females faired the worse when captured by the Goblins.

 

[Otto26]

"Because I want you all for myself," was the reply that formed in his mind and rushed towards his lips. Fortunately, he bit the reply back before it could be uttered; the fuckmeat didn't need to know the depths of his greed. "They'll have better offers, later," he explained after, what he hoped, was an imperceptible pause. "Tomorrow they'll offer three days rations," he predicted. 'And they might go higher still if I hold you back until the third day,' he thought, but, again, did not say.

He stood up and walked towards the pack. "Drink, clean up. There were some berry bushes and onions growing on the far side the last time we were here. Get what you can. If we run out of food I'll have to trade you to those devils more frequently or you'll be sucking back my cum for your daily meal." Which was ridiculous, he knew. It was one of the tall tales that floated around gatherings in Great Dart's lair. That and Stab-Gut stories. Of course, the Stab-Gut stories had some substance behind them.

And substance was bothering him, just now. Lenya's explanation didn't make sense. Not if she was smart, and he hadn't seen anything to indicate she wasn't smart. He was delivering her to unknown devils. If that's what she feared then she should have run. But she hadn't. So what was she really thinking? The devil she knew? Was she planning to manipulate him? To have him steal her away? If she was smart she might have some reason to believe that was possible. He'd certainly considered it. Was considering it. It was a beguiling thought. And, with her cooperation, he could certainly do it. But to what end? He'd lose his place in Great Dart's lair and he wouldn't find a place in another lair, not one where he could keep Lenya. Living in the wilds was out. He and Runt had ample experience of that and it was always, eventually, a losing proposition. The humans? Possible, but the only humans accustomed to living with goblins were those that traded with Great Dart. They'd turn him in for a reward and to curry favor or Great Dart's followers would kill him. There was no way stealing Lenya worked. She might not know that, of course. Or she might know it and plan on him setting her free. Or killing him. The first made him laugh, the second brought a moment of grudging admiration; goblins appreciated a good back-stab. 'Which is part of our problem,' he thought. No, he need to be in Great Dart's lair, which meant he needed to ensure Lenya was delivered safe. And maybe that's why Great Dart had sent him along? To test him? Or was there another reason? Stab-Gut had examined her. Had fucked her. His mind threw up a vivid memory of Stab-Gut stroking Lenya's trembling sex, of her lips devouring Lenya's. Stab-Gut had power. Did she do something to Lenya? See something?

He shook his head hard to pull himself out of this rabbit hole and squatted down to unpack the cache bundle. The outer layer was good, oiled leather. It stank a little, now, because of the skunk they'd buried near it. But it would work just fine. He unrolled it and set it aside to use as source of material for Lenya's shoes. The bundle of snare tools he left wrapped in the oiled deer intestine pack. The sack of dried meat and mushrooms he inspected carefully for mold and vermin and was very happy when he found none. The bow was fine but the strings were useless. He decided to bring it anyway because he could make new strings and a bow could be very useful in the north. He was torn about the knife. Compared to the steel blade he'd received at Great Dart's lair it was junk. It was junk compared to the elfmeat dagger he'd taken from Lenya. But it wasn't a bad knife and he'd made it himself, carefully knapping away at the stone to give it a fine edge and wrapping the handle with leather from a wolverine he'd snared and killed. He saw a shadow move before Runt huffed to warn him and tucked the stone blade into his belt.

"A day away from Great Dart's lair," he explained. "Runt and I put a pack aside in case things didn't work out and we had to run. You could probably find dozens of packs around here if you looked hard enough. Sit and give me your feet," he commanded.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Remember, Lenya was observant... Very observant... she knew he was not buying her excuse for not running. Maybe for not trying to kill him, Runt was intimidating after all. But no, he was not buying her not escaping when she had the chance story. Flayer wasn't stupid, she was quickly learning that little fact. He may not have been as cunning as Great-Dart, but then again, was Dart as cunning and smart as he is now, back then when he was younger?

"Drink, clean up. There were some berry bushes and onions growing on the far side the last time we were here. Get what you can. If we run out of food I'll have to trade you to those devils more frequently or you'll be sucking back my cum for your daily meal."

Grateful, she was grateful for being allowed to drink again, and bathe. And, he was not binding her, not yet at least. She nodded her obedience to his words and without any further hesitation, she dove into the cool, clean, and so refreshing embrace of the water. There were no words at this moment, that she could think of that would describe how good this felt to her. She knew not to linger too long, and she could feel his eyes on her, it was obvious he did not trust her that much to let her out of his sight, except of course when she dove beneath the water.

Lenya had always loved swimming, always loved the water. It was evident now as she enjoyed herself, the water, the sun, it was even quiet now, she no longer hearing the obscene grunts and groans of the other Goblins fucking their slaves. She took to washing the dirt and sweat off her skin, and it was almost as if her tone grew even more pale, more pristine. Long slender fingers worked thru her light golden hair, and again it was as if the color shone a little brighter, alittle more golden, now that the long waving tendrils were clean. She knew she should hurry, but she could not help but take as much time as she felt Flayer would let her, and she could not help but push it just a little. When she dove under a second time, she did not surface right away. It was when she heard the thundering paws of the Dorg rampaging into the creek to look for her, that she came up for air. The funny thing was, she was behind Runt, so she whistled and when he turned, she splashed him square in the face with a laugh.

"Funny looking" she giggled in his mind, and she did it again. Runt quickly got the idea and huffed into the water, sending a wave to wash over her, knocking her off her feet and under once more. She broke the surface next to the Demon looking Dorg and actually scratched behind his ear..

"Silly Runt"

It was then both Runt and Lenya looked over at Flayer, who had the most confused look on his face. She guessed that Goblins didn't, well, play. Fuck, Fight and Food seemed to be the 3 most important things to them. She had to wonder, as she gave Runt a last scritch under his large muzzle, if Safi had taught Dart that there was more to life than those 3 things. He was so much different, and so much smarter, than most Goblins, so much so that humans actually bartered with him. Elves, not so much, not unless it was absolutely needed. If she believed the stories she heard, Great-Dart had bartered back a young Elven girl that had been captured, one too young for pleasure, even by most Goblin standards. Well, she had heard that Safi had actually stopped the near rape of the young Elf, when she had been dragged before Great-Dart. When the Goblin Trio who captured the girl complained, loudly, all 3 were dead within moments, at the hands of Ripper and Slash-Throat, on Dart's orders. Lenya was never sure if that tale was truth or not. But the story circulated and only seemed to solidify Great-Dart's reputation as being different from the others.

She emerged on the far side of the creek, and paused, just standing in the warmth of the sunlight, letting the light and the heat caress her skin, dance over her curves. If the situation had been different, this would have been a beautiful day. She found a large leaf from a nearby tree, the leaf as big as a tray that would be used to carry food. There were blackberries, her favorite, blueberries, a couple of wild strawberry plants and onions and even some peppers. She filled the leaf with as much as she could, using it as a pouch to bring back her spoils. And she enjoyed several handful of the blackberries as well.

She made her way back across the creek with the leaf pouch full.. and approached Flayer. She kept her eyes down, and stepped slowly, she did not want him to get any sense that she was being aggressive. Laying the pouch next to where he sat, fashioning something, she could not quite tell what. "Berries, peppers, onions" she softly said, letting him know what she had found. "There are fish on the creek as well, if you have a way of catching them" She had seen several, but they were entirely too slippery for her to catch by hand.

"A day away from Great Dart's lair, Runt and I put a pack aside in case things didn't work out and we had to run. You could probably find dozens of packs around here if you looked hard enough. Sit and give me your feet," he commanded.

She sat as he ordered, and presented her feet. "Why would you have to run?.. Did you do something wrong?"

 

[Otto26]

Flayer looked at the gathered collection and grunted approval even as his hand grabbed one of Lenya's ankles and pulled her foot against the leather. A piece of charcoal traced the outline of one foot, and then the next.

"You run when you can't fight. Runt and I were two goblins down from the plains and canyons following stories of Great Dart. If the stories were just more lies we wanted to be prepared to leave, and with enough supplies to get clear." He felt silly talking to her. 'Why would you have to run?' Because he was a goblin. Why was he constantly fighting? Why did he breathe? "Eat the berries," he ordered Lenya. "Save the onion and peppers."

The steel knife cut quickly through the leather, carving two simple shapes out of it and then two rough strands. "I could use some binding cord for this if someone hadn't destroyed my extra," he growled. Runt huffed back at him, unconcerned with what Flayer thought. Each rough shape took a dozen more short cuts to the edges. Bag slippers would have been faster but might give Lenya blisters and then he'd have to scourge her onward or carry her again and he'd look stupid and weak in front of the others. So he took the time to make proper foot covers. He finished by threading the cord through the holes he'd made and then grabbed a foot and put the shoe on, fitting and tying it with the same care a farrier would use for fitting a horse with a shoe and much the same attitude. When both shoes were properly adjusted he grunted satisfaction and let his attention broaden.

Lenya was sitting in front of him with her knees up, feet together, which had the effect of exposing her sex to him. The simple sight of her soft folds was enough to cause his flesh to jump upright and his heart beat to accelerate. "No time," he reminded himself, aloud, and stood up. He took another binding cord from his belt and whipped it around her wrists, re-securing her. He gave the other end to Runt. "Take her up to a usable nest while I clean up down here," he instructed. "And don't leave Runt or those pricks will try to claim you escaped and they recaptured you," he warned Lenya.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Eat the berries"

He didn't have to tell her twice. She loved all berries and fruits. She loved fish too, but catching them without a net or the pole with the bait on it was never and easy thing. She wasn't sure she wanted to watch a Goblin eat a fish anyway.

While she munched on the berries, she watched as he fashioned some sort of foot coverings for her. Her own were gone. Lenya took this to mean he was not going to string her up like a wild boar on those polls, which she was quite happy about. She felt more humiliated in that position than anything else. She hated it.

He took another binding cord from his belt and whipped it around her wrists, re-securing her. She was about to protest, she didn't need to be bound. But Lenya remembered, he doesn't know her intent, and he didn't believe her story about not running. He's suspicious of her, she thought. Maybe he should be. She wondered why Dart didn't tell him her plan. Well, maybe that was because Dart didn't trust anyone outside of Safi, Ripper and Slash-Throat. But as she thought about it, Flayer did not "own" her other than for this trip. Why would Dart tell him anything. She also understood that if she appeared unbound without Flayer around, that would be considered very wrong and most likely the others would take her away from him. She was still better with him for this trip... Lenya knew things would be very different once she was sold. She may as well try to reap any benefits of Flayer being even a little different from the others that she could.

He gave the other end of the binding cord to Runt. "Take her up to a usable nest while I clean up down here," he instructed.
"And don't leave Runt or those pricks will try to claim you escaped and they recaptured you," Lenya nodded.

That was the other benefit of staying with Flayer. Lenya really liked being around Runt. She felt so much more comfortable with the big Demon looking Wolf Dog...

Runt huffed a bit and trotted off with the cord firmly between his very vicious looking fangs. He paused at several possible sites, but a sniff told him there was already goblins sleeping within. After another investigation, he found one, small, but empty and the shade was dark and cooling. He gingerly stepped in, pulling Lenya in with him. He sat down and to Lenya, he looked like a big goofy looking puppy. She was not sure why she felt such a connection to the animal, but she came up to his big head and playfully scratched his nose.

Runt dropped the binding cord, and with a bit of a contented growl, curled up and closed his eyes. It was clear that playing in the water, along with the trip itself, had tired the Dorg out. She gave him one last pat as he slept.

She felt safe in the little nest area. But not safe enough to sleep until Flayer got there.

Her wrists were still bound. Flayer was less than happy last time she had managed to get free, she was not about to risk his anger again. She picked up the long end of the cord that Runt had been holding and it reminded her of a dance she had seen in the Elven village. It had been a dance of submission, slavery, which may seem strange, but it was used to teach the youngsters what "could" happen of they were ever captured. Goblins were not the only ones who enslaved others. Humans had been known to do it to. But the binding cord reminded her of the dance itself and, if the context was taken out of it, it was a very beautiful dance. There was not enough room to dance properly in the small next space, but there was enough for her to entertain herself....

Humming quietly, she did not want to awaken the sleeping Runt, she could hear the music in her mind, soft, gentle cords that slowly trailed into the air around her. She began to move to that rhythm, stepping, swaying her hips, undulating, the binding cord snapping out before her, not loudly, it was not a real whip, she twisting it back to coil around her still moving mid section.. as the music in her head, and her humming flowed, as did her motions, even bound she could still dance, tho she wished her wrists were free'd to curl her fingers into the long veil of her hair, and to caress along the subtle curves of her body, but she at least could still convey that sensual glide over the leaves, a twirl, a twist, her humming accenting every undulation, every roll of her hips, her eyes closed for a moment as she sinks down to her knees, again the binding cord lashes, her body reacts as if kissed by that corded snake, back arching, she then rocks back and forth as the cord is slung out and drawn back.. she then rolling and lifts back on her feet, her humming a little louder now, the song so familiar to her, she always had loved music... until she heard Runt's low snarl, more of a greeting than a warning and she paused, mid step, to see Flayer, standing at the nest entrance, just... staring.....

 

[Otto26]

He reassembled the pack to make it easier to carry and then walked over to the pool, carefully easing into it and submerging himself in the water. The cold woke him up, which he knew it would, but did nothing to his painful erection. 'A quick fuck in the nest will take care of it,' he thought to himself. Though he really did need to get a few hours sleep. A vivid memory of Lenya moving beneath him flashed through his mind. 'Is she willing fuckmeat?' he wondered. Such women were the subject of countless camp stories. The stories of the willing fuckmeat in Great Dart's lair were part of what had motivated him, and many other goblins, to move south. Most of the stories were false, of course. Wishful thinking on the part of goblins that rarely saw a woman, let alone one that wanted to fuck them. But some of the stories had turned out to be true. Flayer had seen trios with willing fuckmeat and, of course, there was Stab-Gut. The first and the most famous. A sex witch. She'd even made Lenya finish with just her hand. Another vivid memory streaked through his mind. 'Was that magic? Or was it skill? Could I do that?' A hungry grin split his face as he pictured Lenya looking into his eyes as she was helpless on his hand, her body shaking, nipples hard. The low growl that rumbled through his body was entirely involuntary. The memory of Stab-Gut and Lenya was not easily displaced by his own vision and the image of their lips touching at the end played in his mind's eye. He shrugged, not seeing the point of that but, 'Fuckmeat is for playing with,' he thought. Maybe there was something to it.

He walked out of the stream and scanned the area for any traces they might have left. He picked up his loincloth and slung it over a shoulder, not bothering to try and cover up his stiff flesh, and gathered the peppers and onions Lenya had left. He walked carefully and quietly back to the camp, silently cursing himself that he hadn't thought to have Runt leave a sign at the nest he chose. The goblin on first watch, a surly looking goblin missing the tip of his nose, almost certainly knew which nest the dorg had chosen but remained silent on the matter, ignoring Flayer. It took him several minutes to find the right one and he quietly stepped inside.

Lenya was moving. Words failed to encapsulate her activity. *Thought* failed to encapsulate her activity. He was absolutely transfixed by the motions of her body, a study in shadowed curves. His ears were filled with a soft, lyrical humming and the pounding of his heart. He watched as she sank to her knees and 'lashed' herself with the cord. He knew the lashing was false, but the way her body jumped at the touch of it, the way her back arched and her breasts were presented to him. She rolled back and onto her feet, her hips swaying from one side to another, bound arms moving gracefully, her brilliant hair cascading down her back. And then she caught sight of him and everything stopped for a moment.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lenya paused for only a moment. Flayer just stood, watching. That meant he liked it, at least he wasn't stopping her. So, her light, musical humming continued. She was lost in the dance and did not want to cease her sensual motion.

She spun, and gently swayed to the mid of the nest, another spin and she swayed, the sound of her humming seemed to swirl with her, around her, her long pale golden hair seeming to veil her naked form in a soft morning sunlight, the color was so subtle. Falling to her knees, arching back, then forward, the cord again lashed out and was drawn back, she rolling away from it as if afraid, but the lash followed.

She rolled again, and was on her feet, her humming became just a little louder. Stepping before Flayer, who still was managing to just watch, she knelt, offering her bound wrists, pleading with nothing more than a look to be free'd so that the dance could continue. He blinked, but pulled free the bindings, still standing stock still, tense, staring.

Now that her wrists were free she gathered the leather corded bindings and spun, back to the mid of the nest, the binding swirling to claim her hips, then slithering free. Even Runt was watching now, with a curious tilt to his head, it was quite comical actually.

She let her hands slowly wind thru the length of her hair as her body moved, the soft tendrils of gold curled around each slender finger and slipped free.. her hips rocking side to side, she then criss-crossing her hands down along her bare throat, fingers lightly caressing the soft, warm skin, she let fingertips brush over pink peaked nipples, and stroke languidly down the plane of her belly, her body still undulating hither and yon, hips still rolling as if being used by an unseen force, it was as if she was being touched, sensually by unseen hands, her skin was flush with heat, desire, need....

She then slid the binding cord slowly around her throat, like a serpent laying claim to it's victim, tight enough that one would see the hint of her breathing against where it rested, she again sinking so slowly to her knees, fluid, a droplet of water gliding down a leaf, her moitons smooth, supple, sensual... her humming fading into quiet, she was holding out the corded lash in her outstretched hands toward Flayer, as if offering herself, her body, her submission to him.......

 

[Otto26]

The binding cord rested in her open palms, just within reach of him, the end of it stretching back to her throat. His member trembled, harder than he could believe, a thin thread of his pre-cum dropping slowly from the tip. There was so much adrenaline coursing through his body that he felt unable to move, almost as if he was already in the grips of the dehnar. He found he'd licked his lips, his hunger for so extreme that it was emerging in unconscious behaviors. He could see the flush on her chest and the beating of her heart on the pink skin, stretching up to her throat and the cord that bound her.

Slowly, fighting through the tension that locked his muscles, the effort popping a sheet of sweat on his skin, his hand rose from his side, extending, grasping the cord. The moment he touched the leather the tension broke. His hand tightened on the cord and then looped it once around his palm, pulling it forward and bringing her up to one knee. The pack dropped to the ground, a hated distraction. His hand looped the cord again, pulling her closer and bringing her to her feet. So close now that he could feel her breath, his cock pressing against her, her nipples hard against his chest. He advanced on her, pushing her back a step with his body, then another. And then he was pushing her to the ground, his eyes locked on hers.

She spread her legs as her ass hit the ground and his cock could feel the heat of her, rubbed hungrily against her wetness and his eyes left hers as his mouth engulfed a breast, sucking too hard, not caring, his tongue rough against her nipple, the hand with the cord finding her hair and bending her head back and lifting her breast to him. His free hand was on her ass, talons dimpling the skin, bruising, in real danger of piercing her flesh. But his cock did that, sliding hard into her until he could feel her heat and her moisture against his balls and he was driving into her with animal abandon. He came in moments, his cum boiling out and into her and he kept pumping and it frothed and spurted out of her in little jets each time he drove in, the tip of his cock seeking the back of her, his hips rolling the tip against the entrance to her womb.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

One moment, she was humming and dancing, the next she was on her knees before Flayer, offering the leather corded "whip" leash to him. He pulling her up, advancing on her, pushing her down to her back, and he was on her, inside her.

Her body writhing wildly beneath his as he took her, it was fast, hard, rough, almost savage, his cock driving fully into the searing sheath of her sex, his mouth, fangs claiming her breasts, he holding her in place as he rode her. She was rocking with him, her body flush, heated, her breath coming in harsh gasps, her pussy walls gripping, clenching around his plunging cock, her body shaking, shuddering, quivering, he riding her so hard, he was forcing the very breath out of her lungs, each gasp accented with a low moan. He thrusting into her with a hunger, a need, that she had not seen before in him. The head of his cock was so deep inside her that she felt him hit her cervix, causing yet another sensation to crash thru her. The walls of her pussy clung to his length, undulating, as if slithering around the shaft, soft, pliable, yet molding to his cock, his size, his length, fitting him tightly, pulling him in deeper. She felt his claws nearly tearing into her skin as he held her, his fangs feasting on both breasts, both throbbing nipples..

"Flayerrrrrr" she growled, his name rolling off her tongue, into his ear, her voice dripping with the heat that was racing thru her. It seemed that the sound of her voice, along with his relentless pounding into her took him over the edge and a sudden spasm of his seed spilled forth. Lenya felt it as he flooded her, felt every twisting spasm of his length inside her, as he arched above her, his own growl of desperate want, need, satisfaction, echoing from the depths of the small nest.

He pulled back for a moment, leaving her panting, gasping. She found and locked eyes with him once again, whispering his name... "Flayer...." as she shifted back, not trying to get away from him, that was not the case at all, he was staring at her, and she at him, his cock still dripping from his intense orgasm, his seed had spilled out to coat her thighs as she had been laying there, but she needed the tiniest reprieve of his length pounding inside her, so she turned onto her knees, as he stood. He was not sure what she was doing and perhaps was about to restrain her, but instead, she reached for him, looking up at him from her knees, and saying, moaning, his name once more.. "Flayerrrr" she could see the effect that had on him, could see his tremble, feel his quivering.

She took his still rigid cock in her hand and lowered her head, moist lips parting to embrace the head of his still rigid cock. She could taste his cum, and unlike Red-Claw, his was not nearly as foul. With a hard suckle, she cleaned the head, before letting it slip from her wet grasp and instead, let the velvet soft surface of her tongue glide along the shaft, licking the surface, feeling it twitch and jerk as she did so. Had any ever licked a Goblin cock? Or had it always been just shoving the length deep into that usually unwilling mouth. Lenya was not trained or versed in licking cock, any cock, this just seemed, natural to her. She ran her tongue slowly from the head to the root and back again, feeling every vein, every bump. She made sure to encircle and touch every side, every surface. IF he looked down, which surely he was, he would see her golden hair swaying slightly as she lapped along his shaft... he would see her then rest the head on her tongue, mouth, lips open, her eyes looking up at his, seeking his... before she takes the entire head and length into her mouth, letting it push down into her throat. She knew she would loose control of the rhythm as soon as she did that, as soon as the near burning heat of her mouth, the searing wetness, the pressure of her suckling, the site of her lips around the thickness, and the look within her eyes as she swallowed him.......

 

[Otto26]

Flayer was surprised by Lenya's sudden movement, hips pulling away from him and letting his wet cock fall out of her. He rose to one knee, ready to flip her over onto her hands and knees and remind her that she was done when he was done, when her hands pushed up on his hips and she knelt before him, leaning her head forward. Body shaking, he stood and she took him into her mouth. The sensation was astounding. Not better, not worse, but different and amazing. Her head slowly worked back and forth as her tongue bathed him, her lips caressed him. He watched, enthralled by the sight of her, legs tucked under her ass, the occasional glimpse of a swaying breast seen through the veil of her hair. And she looked up at him, hungry eyes meeting his, and then she bobbed forward, her forehead impacting his belly as she sucked him deep inside and he growled in pleasure. Runt growled back as Flayer's hands dropped to Lenya's and grabbed her hair. His hips began to move, out until her lips wrapped around the head of his shaft, then pushing in deep. Her balled hands banged against his thighs and then gripped them as he pulled back, and then in again. She moaned while he was deep inside her and he could feel it in his cock and his belly and he was growling his pleasure again, her sound given vent from his throat. He stroked again, and again, and felt a hand cupping his balls and came, deep in her. He could feel her hands, gripping his thighs tight, then pounding on them, and then he pulled back and out of her. A thick cord of cum ran from her lips to his cock, a vulgar version of the leather leash. His seed had overflowed her mouth and dribbled off her chin in long strands and pooled on her breasts. She was panting. He was panting. The lair was filled with the scent of their sex and he wanted more of her. He wanted all of her.

His hands pushed her head down towards the ground and he stepped behind her, feet kicking her legs apart. Kneeling behind her on shaky legs. She lifted her ass and he used his hand to guide himself into her. Some of the stiffness had fled but it returned with a vengeance as he slid into the wet embrace of her furnace. Hands seized her hips and held her as he began to glide back and forth, each motion eliciting a symphony of wet, sucking sounds from her nether lips while softer sounds came from her mouth.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

She was still gasping from his expulsion of his semen deep into her mouth and throat. She swallowing what she could, but the excess now coated her lips, chin and down along the curve her throat and the swell of her breasts. She was on all fours, head down, trying to catch her breath, when he moved behind her, clawed hand pushing her head down to the soft bed of leaves, he pulling her hips up and back and spreading her quivering thighs.

She dug her fingers into the ground when he pushed himself into her still slick, tight sex, the walls opening, wrapping around him, grasping as he slid within. She began crying out with every rocking of his hips, her own rolling back to meet his thrusts. Her entire body shook, the wetness coating him, lathering his balls as well when she swayed back into his forward motions, dripping to the ground beneath their bodies.

Lenya had her eyes closed now, she just letting the sensation flow over and thru her. The pain was gone, as least for the moment, all she felt was that obscene pleasure, that seemed to touch every nerve ending in her entire body. His claws dug into the curve of her hips but she did not notice or feel it. She lifted her head finally, getting her arms and hands under her to adjust, changing the momentum, and the sensation, but the movement never ceased. She braced her body and began meeting his lunges with her own, she pushing back against him almost as fervently as he shoved himself forward. His cock was now slamming in and out of that wet sheath that was her pussy, each time her tightness gripped him in it's vice, only to release him for the next one. The wet, fluid sound of skin on skin, the liquid sound of her own slick lubrication meeting and enveloping the thick hardness of his cock permeated the nest. Lenya felt the climax building, she felt her body, her sex, begin to tighten, begin to tremble. She turned her head to look back at him, seeking his eyes, and locking there... his name came rolling off her lips once more, mingling with the moans and cries that were already a symphony coming from within her... "Flayyyyerrrrr" his name rippling longingly off her lips....

It took a mere moment later when she cascaded into her orgasm, her body violently shaking as she came, back arching, her pussy walls closed around him, undulating, spasming, seizing on his cock, a wash of her own juices, searing hot, spilling out to coat him, to entice him to fill her with his own spend, his seed, to lure him deeper into her body, and claim her again...

 

[Otto26]

His name and her orgasm emerged from her moans and cries like a predator pouncing on its prey and he had to hold tight to her, hands pulling back hard on her hips to slam himself deep into her and ride out the shaking, grasping surrender of her body. He growled softly in appreciation and satisfaction. This was the prey he'd been hunting, Lenya helpless and dancing on his cock, trapped in her own dehnar. Victory! The gestalt of the sensations nearly pushed him over the edge, again. But he'd already come twice, three times, he couldn't remember but he was able to control himself even as she shook on him and their commingled fluids spread down the front of his thighs and he rode her, his thrusts gathering strength as her climax slowly ebbed. In and out and in and out and the wet slapping sounds of their flesh became a metronome as he descended into a new sort of dehnar, unable to think of anything but this moment, unable to concentrate on anything but the way her cunt caressed him, the panting of her breath, the sway of her breasts, the bruising at her hips, the bright red streak of the lash on her ass. He felt as though he could continue in this state forever and his soul wanted nothing more than that. In and out and in and out.

He lost track of the time, lost track of everything. He might have climaxed again, but he wasn't sure. Lenya was limp beneath him, her body occasionally moving, her whimpers soft. He pushed hard into her and held himself deep in her wet flesh, the tip of his cock against her cervix and panted for breath. She squeezed and moaned and squeezed again and he felt the wave rise from deep within and wash out into her. It drained him completely and he fell to one side, pulling her down with him as he slowly emptied into her, soft snarls of pleasure escaping his lips. Runt whuffed once, expressing his frustration at the commotion and his satisfaction that the pair of them were *finally* finished and he could get some sleep. He rolled over, his back pressing against Lenya. Flayer threw an arm over her, hand finding a breast and squeezing it before relaxing. He could feel his breathing slow and his body relaxing into the sleep he so desperately needed.

"Flayer?" a voice hissed at the entrance to the nest. Flayer stirred, the genetics of paranoia cutting through the fog of slumber that promised to engulf him. "Flayer?" it hissed again.

"What?" he hissed back.

"Your turn on watch," the voice replied.

For a moment Flayer was deeply tempted to murder the goblin, hide his body, and come back to the nest and sleep with his flesh inside Lenya. He overcame this temptation only by promising himself that he would do it later. Not now.

He slid his softening flesh from inside Lenya. There was a small sound of protest but she was already asleep. Carefully he emerged from the nest and into the daylight, softly cursing as he scrambled to put on the sun shades. The other goblin was already creeping away to his own nest, so Flayer moved to a slight rise with dense foliage which was a good spot to watch from. He'd have to move occasionally, but not too far. And this watch was mostly a formality, anyway. This close to Great Dart's lair any threats would be very, very careful and focused; unless the slave caravan was their target they would be unlikely to attack them. Further north there would be wandering hunters and bands seeking glory and loot that they would have to be careful of.

He kept himself awake with thoughts of Lenya. In his minds eye he remembered her body being made to serve his pleasure, and serving his pleasure. Serving her pleasure? There was a thought. She was willing fuckmeat, that was for certain. Was that the emotion he'd seen lurking behind the shame? Desire? He remembered when she'd looked back at him and moaned his name, right before she'd gone over the edge. His cock shifted, like a slumbering beast that threatened to awaken. He couldn't steal her from Great Dart. That much he'd established. And not even dancing was going to change his mind on that subject. But after she was sold.... The grin was pure goblin, gleeful and cunning and malicious. There was more to plan, many more problems to solve, but he had time and he would have Lenya and her dancing body and her dark desire and her bright eyes.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Her consciousness began to waver, as her orgasm erupted thru her, rocketing to every nerve ending, the pleasure, more than pleasure, it was rapture, it was ecstasy, that flooded her every sense, her every muscle, her heart, soul, sex. Flayer was still plunging into her, she could feel this length, even as her own climax finally released her. Her head and shoulders sunk back down to the leaved floor, her body still rocking with his every thrust, and her sex was still reacting, grasping, spasming, quivering, another wash of her slick lubrication coating him.

He lunged forward one last time, burying himself balls deep. She gasped, lifting her head, her sighing moan rippling past her lips as he filled her with his thick cum, his cock jerking and twisting in the vice grip of her body. When he fell almost comically slowly to one side, she was pulled with him, which was fine by her. All she wanted to do was sleep now, even as she felt the last of his seed drain into her sex.

She heard Runt whuff, a bit irritated with all the activity.

Sorry... she sleepily apologized.. reaching out to touch the Dorg.

She was asleep before Runt could even respond, if he did respond, nestled between the Dorg and Flayer.

She never heard the other Goblin looking for Flayer, she was too deeply asleep. She also did not see the leering gaze he gave her before leaving the nest.

The talk of the half-blood had already circulated. Tooth-Puller and his co-horts had already passed the word around of the unsecured slave. Of her obedience to Flayer's command, without the need of a lash. Word circulated of the way she moved, fluid, slithering, seductive, sensual, her body undulating when she crawled, and knelt and bowed. Word spread of the delicate pink folds of her sex, framed with the softest curls of pure gold. She was the only light haired female in the slave chain moving north. The other human slaves were dark haired, which was much more the norm for humans in this area. And none moved like Lenya. They were screaming, frightened, beasts to be used and chained. It was clear that Lenya was different. There was talk that, if she had remained with Great-Dart, she would have been designated a prime slave, used only when Dart, Ripper, Slash, or Stab-Gut gave permission. Used as reward.

And there was talk, some thought them to be rumors, of how she looked into Flayer's eyes. Just about every slave, every female that was used, never looked at their captor, their Master. It was said that blinding a enslaved female was common practice in some other compounds. What did they need eyes for? As long as the mouth, ass, and cunt was available. But Lenya, she was likened to Safi/Stab-Gut. It was said that she too, would look into Dart's eyes. It was said that was how he tamed her, and how she.. enchanted him...

But that was a lot of talk. No one really knew. When Dart took Safi, it was almost never in public, other than in his lair. And that was not often. Did any notice, did she look into his eyes? There were some that say YES... always... others that said NO.. never... There was never an agreement and if Great-Dart had found out this was even being bantered about, more than likely he would send Ripper and Slash-Throat to do what they did best... Rip and Slash....

Lenya slept until a gentle nudge from Runt awakened her.

Night

Night for the Goblins, was travel time.

The Dorg got up, stretched, and yawned, showing his impressive maw of jagged, razored fangs. He shook himself with a low growl, then made his way to the nest entrance. A quick look and sniff, and he exited, only to reappear a few moments later.

Relief

Lenya had to smile at that. She herself stretched, arching her back and shaking her head, letting her long pale golden tendrils loosen and cascade down her shoulders and back. She was sore, her sex, thighs, both ached, and she noted the claw marks that had dug into her hips, never mind the sting of the lash across her ass. But it was not that bad, it was tolerable, and she was sure that she was in much better condition than the other females. But she could not concern herself with them. She had her plan, her mission. She could not save them, help them. She had to take care of herself.

Flayer? She looked a Runt.

Guard

He must have been called to guard duty when she was sleeping. She figured out that he had left her there just because Runt was there to keep her safe. She didn't think he would have dared to leave her alone, not for fear of her running, he could hogtie her and take care of that, but the fear, the very real fear, that others would use her while he was guarding, and she was alone. But they all knew of Runt, and in reality, some of the Goblins feared the Dorg...

 

[Otto26]

Tooth-Puller waited until sunset to emerge from his nest, dragging a gagged slave behind him, his hand in her hair. He pushed her to the ground and left the remaining members of his trio to bind and sling her while he looked around. Flayer stood up and moved forward from his watching spot and waited for Tooth-Puller to acknowledge he'd seen him before he walked over to the nest. Runt saw him coming and rolled over onto his back and pretended to snore.

"Not funny," Flayer growled. He took Lenya's hands and whipped a binding cord around her wrists. "We'll be moving soon. If you need to piss do it outside the nest. There's dried meat and onions for breakfast." He pulled those items out of the pack and put some of them on the ground in front of her. He gnawed off a piece of the meat and chewed it for a few moments before popping one of the peppers in his mouth, relishing the sweet taste of it. "You're walking today. Stay ahead of me or you'll get the lash." He casually whipped a binding cord around and let it fall softly across her ass, then he dragged it back to remind her that it could hurt. "If you see fruits, mushrooms, onions, anything you can eat then gather it up and bring it to me." He heard a noise outside the nest and turned. Runt made what might be considered a whine. "Fuck you, funny dog. You should still be full from One-Eye." Runt farted and Flayer left the nest, finding the other goblin waiting outside with the pole to string up Lenya.

"You can fuck off," Flayer told him. "I don't need you today. Go ask Tooth-Puller what you should do."

The goblin spat on the ground and walked away. Flayer gnawed on another piece of meat, less to satisfy his hunger and more to work his jaw muscles and force blood to his head to help wake himself up. It was going to be a long night. Tooth-Puller whistled to signal it was time to move and Flayer quietly snarled in frustration.

"Runt, time to go," he called. The dorg came out of the nest, pushing Lenya before him. She looked at Flayer and then looked away. Flayer took his loincloth and stuffed it in her mouth and then gestured, "That way," and gave his spare binding cord a twirl to make it whistle through the air. He knew the gag was a joke, if she wasn't on the pole she could pull it out any time she wanted. But the fuckmeat had to be gagged on the move. When she didn't remove it his standing would be increased with the other goblins. If she did remove it, well, he could always bind her hands behind her.

The pace was quicker than the day before, which Flayer attributed to their desire to try and exhaust Lenya and force Flayer to carry her or ask for help. The tactic failed. Lenya almost seemed to enjoy the walk, taking advantage of her 'liberty' to weave about and investigate the surroundings as they moved. He only had to lay the lash on her once, which was something of a disappointment; the way her body moved when he struck her, her cry, it made his heart accelerate. But she quickly determined the limits of his intent and stayed within them. Which was both a blessing and a curse. Staring at Lenya's naked body and bright eyes while carrying her was maddening. Staring at her as she... danced through the forest was painful. Literally. His cock ached and he worried he was damaging it. But it was unavoidable. Where goblins oozed and slunk through the undergrowth in a slow, steady fashion, Lenya moved... brightly. She was all curves in the shadows. The swell of a breast hanging beneath her as she bent to examine something. The line of her legs and ass as she raised up on her toes. The arc of her hair when she stopped and turned because something had caught her attention.

And he had a nagging feeling that she was playing him. She would stop to examine something and then dart forward a moment before he could whistle the cord through the air. And when she bent over to take a closer look at something was she deliberately displaying herself? Was it his fevered imagination? He needed sleep. He needed to fuck Lenya. He needed to remain alert. And why wasn't she running? He was being played, he was sure. By Lenya? Great Dart? Stab-Gut? What were the agendas? How could he use them to get what he wanted? Lenya approached with another little bounty harvested from the forest which he put in the pack. Then she was off again before his resolve to keep moving could fail and he fell upon her with his spear.

Tooth-Puller kept them moving all night without any breaks. The stealthy pace was slow enough that rests weren't strictly needed, but it meant that Lenya couldn't eat. Flayer made sure to water her with the skin he'd filled at the stream, but there simply wasn't any time for her to eat. He kept his jaw working on the old meat the entire time, but had to limit himself. There wasn't a lot of meat in the pack and when it ran out he'd have to trade for more. And he was reluctant to put time with Lenya up for trade. He'd have to, eventually. But if he raised the price... an idea occurred to him and brought a momentary smile to his face.

"Here," Tooth-Puller announced, indicating they had reached the stopping point for the day. Goblins fanned out to investigate the space and make sure no threats were lurking. "Second watch," Tooth-Puller told Flayer who, expecting this petty harassment, nodded his understanding.

"Runt, take a look around and find a couple of good spots for snares. We'll try to trap something. But I need to do some business first," Flayer said. He pulled the gag out of Lenya's mouth and tucked it into his belt. He released the binding cord from her wrists and gave them a quick rub before turning her away from him and looping the binding cord thrice around her neck, the weighted end of it dangling down her back and over her ass and halfway down her thighs.

"Dance for me, fuckmeat," he ordered.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

She was more than grateful that she was being allowed to walk. Even with her wrists bound and the loincloth stuffed back in her mouth. She wanted to protest, and almost.. almost did. But Lenya realized that it was already outside the norm for her to be walking. Flayer was not a leader in this little parade north. She was not going to do anything that would undermine him, therefore putting her in a more tenuous position than she already was in. She recognized that she was actually very lucky.

Her breakfast, was less than desirable for her. The onions were slightly sweet actually, but the dried meat was of no interest to her. She dared not waste it, and she still had the large leaf that she had collected the peppers, berries, onions, so she quickly used that again to store what she did not eat. He was giving her free reign to investigate along the way for more edibles, which is was also grateful for. There would surely be berries and maybe even nuts along the way. Not to mention more peppers and maybe even tomatoes and cucumbers, and grapes. All grew wild in the area, all of that grew wild in most places except, perhaps, far south in the warmer climates.

She heard Runt whine. It was not a pleasant memory for Lenya when thinking of what the Dorg had done to the dead Goblin, the dead Goblin she had killed. That made her wonder for a minute, had Flayer or even Red-Claw told Great-Dart that she had killed One-Eye? Had Safi seen that when she had invaded her thoughts her mind? Was that why she was being sent North, knowing she wanted to kill Great-Pike. Did they think she may actually have a chance? Was it sad that a Goblin and his slave had more faith in what she could do than her own "people", meaning, for her, the elves...

Rabbits... she shot a quick glance at Runt, meaning she would alert him to any rabbits or other game prey should she see it. It would be but a bite for the Dorg, he would need a deer or wild boar to really make a meal out of it, but she doubted she'd see any of those with such a large group of smelly Goblins and whimpering, sobbing females.

Being allowed to walk, she could easily observe the other 4 females being brought North for selling. All 4 were strung up, and all 4 looked very, well, it was hard for Lenya to put words to it. None had the chance that she had with being able to bathe in the creek. All 4 looked very used, very upset, and very miserable, not to mention the fear that seemed to emit from each of them. Yes, Flayer had used her hard, but those females had dealt with multiple Goblin cock, with little regard for their own, feelings, or well being.

Again, Lenya had to put them out of her head. She had her plan. Unfortunately, the other females were on their own. She was behind where they were being carried, so they could not see the "favored" one. But all the other Goblins sure did. She could hear the grumblings, the wondering of why she was being so compliant. She heard talk of using mushrooms, with their hallucinogenic properties, to subdue her, but others denied that stating her walking would suffer. Others wondered what "magic" Flayer had to hold her as he was. Others mentioned Dart and Safi, but that was unique, surely this could not be another situation such as that..

Lenya simply walked. She weaved into the bush every so often, but never far and never out of Flayer's line of site, save once, when she had actually disappeared behind a tree while checking for nuts, and Runt quickly huffed and moved to corral her back to Flayer. The lash struck her hard, across her left hip and ass, and she cried out behind the gag, the welt coming up quickly. The leather cord had lashed her hard enough to nearly take her to her knees, and she did not venture outside of his field of vision again..

Now that she knew her limitations to her "freedom" she did weave in and out of the darker shadows of the night. She would pause, maybe for a moment only, to listen if she heard something slinking in the grass ahead, or the bush to the left or right. Her own footsteps were silent, she was extraodinarily light on her feet. So caught up in her "freedom" and finding berries, nuts, and the like, she was not even aware of Flayer watching her every move, the flex of her hips, the reach of her torso and arms when picking apples, apples, that she found on a small tree along the pathway. She actually turned and tossed one to Runt who caught it deftly and crunched it down. She then tossed one to Flayer, to see if he were paying attention, and he did reach up and catch it with his clawed hand. Lenya winked at him, before daring to pull free the loincloth gag and taking a quick bite of her apple, the sweet juice moistening her lips and running down her chin... as she swallowed, Flayer could see her throat move as she did so, she sneaking one more bite before putting the loin cloth back into her mouth, ensuring that Flayer saw her do exactly that. The couple of bites was all she was allowed, she knew better than to be seen with the gag removed. Flayer, however did allow her drink from his water skin when they stopped for a moment to re-secure one of the other females, the Goblins handling them grumbling even louder about their burden, when Flayer had none. Lenya made sure, when he allowed such a drink, to lower to her knees and brush her moist lips to his feet in her gratitude. Was she playing him? It was not him she was meaning to play, it was the others. But she was also smart. Her hope was that Flayer would not want to share her during this trip, and it was the hope that her subservient nature would make it's way to Great-Pike, and he would be the one to purchase her. Her plan's next step obviously depended on that.

The night wore on, but Lenya never tired. She did not even waver. She was enjoying looking up at the stars, feeling the cool breeze, and, at one point, she even saw some wild boar in a field to the right of them, and alerted Runt, who bounded off like the wind. A mere minute later, he was back, the dead boar, a smaller one, firmly in his large jaws, for a snack when they stopped. He could share with Flayer, but even Flayer did not want to eat anything that the Dorg had already pretty much slobbered over and claimed. Lenya could see why the other Goblins did fear Runt. She knew he may have been one of the reasons the others had not ganged up on Flayer to get to her.

The Toothy one finally announced it was time to stop. The sky just barely beginning to lighten. She had to wonder how far north they were. She knew that there were human settlements north of where they had started. That was one reason why the humans wanted Great-Pike dead. There was also a rather large settlement of Northern Elves, and if Lenya remembered correctly, they were the ones Safi orginated from, well her Elven half at least. They especially hated Goblins... They'd want all Goblins dead, but especially Great-Pike as his compound was the largest in the North, and Great-Dart and Safi/Stab-Gut. But they were well far south west and well protected.

Lenya stopped and moved to stand just behind Flayer, while Runt searched out an area for a nest, to deposit is snack, and for snares. When he pulled out the gag, she whispered a quiet thank you, it was beginning to taste pretty rank. Maybe she could convince him that she didn't need to be gagged anymore. Same with the corded leather around her wrists, and when he released them, she let an audible sigh of relief slip past her lips. He gave each wrist a quick rub before turning her away from him and looping the binding cord thrice around her neck, the weighted end of it dangling down her back and over her ass and halfway down her thighs.

"Dance for me, fuckmeat," he ordered.

<To be Continued.... >

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Dance, he wanted her to dance.

Lenya never even hesitated.

Deep within her throat, she began that deep, seductive humming. The light was just coming up, illuminating the darkness, a pale sparkling kiss upon her skin, almost the same hue that highlighted her long, pale golden mane. As she hummed, she remembered the music, she had been young, but the voice of the elf that vocalized during the music was haunting to her. She had committed the song to memory, even the vocalization, she hummed the tune, and gently sang, that haunting melody, to perfection, as she began to move.

She went to her knees, and began swaying, first side to side, her shoulders rolling gently as she did so, her arms coming up, over her head, slithering together, as she arches back, her voice, and the "music" she made, seeming to encircle her. She arches back, then forward, arms lowering, hands gliding into her long hair, fingers entwining within the tendrils as she lets that veil of pale gold lift and then fall, she grasping the leather cord, it being a collar, a leash, and a lash to her. As she slowly, unwinds the leather from her throat, she stands, her twirling, allowing the corded binding to come free...

She lashes it out as she moves, the sound actually snapping in the morning air, she drawing it back to her, spinning as it curls seductively around her midsection, as if claiming her for itself, tasting of her curves.. her humming, her light vocalization, her voice dripping with melodic honey, spun in the air around her... the leather as alive as a serpent that seeks to claim it's slave...

She leans back, the leather slipping free, she then leaps forward, as if wishing to outrun the lash, but it catches her and as she slips to the side, the corded leather follows her every move... as she dances, moves, undulates, her body floating within the space, enticing, beckoning, she wrapping her arms about her form, soft palms massage over her flesh, her skin is flush, heated, almost aglow...

She is lost now in her dance, no longer seeing the Goblins now watching, or even Flayer. She does hear Runt, his low growling warning any away that may try and reach out for her, grasp her or the lash she now danced so alluringly with as if it were her Lover now, her Master...

Lenya let the lash glide thru her hands as she swayed, twirled and undulated, her feet in place for the moment, her humming, the music she herself created moving only her body, hips rolling sensuously as if within the throes of mating, as if one held her, as if one was deeply inside her, moving with her, her head back, her eyes closing, breasts fluidly flow with the motion of her hips, the leather cord now temptingly kissing, caressing, slithering over pale, smooth skin, as she winds it captivatingly around her sultry form, she lowers, her body pouring down so very slowly to her knees, as if giving in to the the capture of the whip, the leather. Around her throat once more she curls the binding as she crawls, almost touching the ground, slinking, writhing, her voice still heard, the sounds that guide her, the melody, still slowly winding around her and the Goblins as they watch... she pauses, lifting her head, breathing deep, her entire form seeming to quiver with every intake and soft exhale, she turns, as if she may escape the lash, but it still claims her throat, and she brings the thick handle to her lips, tip of her tongue just barely alighting on the surface, before embracing it within those pink petal lips... she lowers again, hunting, stalking... her long pale gold mane hides her face, except for her sparkling eyes, wide, bright, as she finds her way to Flayer's feet, she curls around his legs, much like a panther, as her humming quiets.. her skin is moist, glistening with her heat, the handle to the leather lash, caught within her lips, offered to him....

 

[Otto26]

One by one the goblins stopped what they were doing and turned to watch Lenya. Without conscious intent they stepped forward, moving to get a better view of her, creating a circle around her. Some of them dragged the other slaves with them. Flayer knew what they were feeling, had felt much of it himself, was still feeling much of it. He was, mostly, past the jaw-dropping astonishment. The heart-pounding in your painful cock desire was still there. He actually salivated at the sight of her, both his cock and his mouth dripping. The goblins were feeling a jealousy that was entirely absent from Flayer's churning emotions, however.

One of the goblins, eyes fixed on Lenya, was roughly fucking a slave from behind. The fuckmeat was also watching Lenya, rage and despair battling for primacy in her emotions. The other slaves watched Lenya and the goblins around them fearfully, knowing what was likely to follow. And the other goblins were already rampant, their cocks erect like some perverse, mass salute. Several were being enthusiastically stroked, their owners unheeding of the crowd around them. "Willing fuckmeat," was whispered in awe by nearly every goblin.

None of them felt the powerful satisfaction that Flayer felt, however. His fuckmeat! They could only watch and come to him in supplication if they hoped to touch her. And they all hoped to touch her. Did Great Dart feel like this when every goblin in his lair fixed their hungry eyes on Stab-Gut? He must.

"Four days rations!" a goblin called out as Lenya curled up at this feet and Slayer took the end of the lead from her mouth and sat down on the rock behind him, his power established.

"Not today," he said. "Tomorrow. Maybe. I'm tired."

He ignored the incoherent rush of words created by nine goblins trying to speak at once and gave a tug on the leash to pull Lenya to her feet. He casually walked through the crowd, forcing them to make way or break Great Dart's rules, the still panting Lenya following closely behind him. A few of them followed a short distance, their lust driving them to the very edge of violence. When the stream was in sight Flayer could wait no longer. He turned and pushed Lenya towards a tree, his hands rough and insistent. Bending her over, spreading her legs with rough kicks, pushing against her sex and then into her and then pumping hard, his flesh slapping against hers. Only her hands, braced against the trunk of the tree, saved her from falling over as he thrust wildly into her, the pace only accelerating as he sought to quickly relieve the pain in his cock.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lenya was panting at his feet, naked, her skin glistening from her heat. She could hear the Goblins, all wanting to to use her. Thank the gods that Flayer refused them, getting up and tugging her to her feet. She followed him closely, and could feel the hunger from the other Goblins, the lust, as well as the abject despair from the other females. She knew, they were about to be used, and used hard, because of her.

The stream, she could hear the running fresh water, and had to surpress the urge to just run toward it. It would have caught Flayer off guard, and the temptation almost took over, but she controlled it...

Flayer, however, could not. She was shoved forward, and she managed to get her hands to the trunk of the tree. Flayer roughly grabbed her hips, pulling her back and spreading her legs, she was now nearly bent all the way over, she gripping the tree just to keep her balance. He was inside her quickly, with a hard thrusting of his hips, his length easily burying itself within the warm embrace of her sex. He shoved in and out of her so hard, that her breath was driven from her each time he plunged within her. Her pussy no longer protested, gone was any pain from her not being used before, replaced with the heated, decadent pleasure of his cock, driving in and out of the nerve laden walls of her pussy, which spasmed and twisted around him, setting his own desire and hunger aflame. She rocked urgently back against him, wanting the sultry heat she was feeling to increase, to bring her to that cliff that she could then fall over, into the abyss of her orgasm...

But it was Flayer who made it to that edge first and he went flailing over it, his claws raking into the flesh of her hips as he grabbed her tightly, his cock jerking and spasming violently inside her willing and open body. Lenya felt every spurt of his cum as he emptied his balls into her, coating her, flooding her, filling her with his spend... HIS... She was HIS... His fuckmeat, his willing slave, begging to be used by him...

She had not reached that threshold, unfortunately. But once he released her from pinning her to the tree, he indicated she could bathe. The cool water took the edge off for her and she felt herself calming. The water's fluid embrace felt so wonderful, that she just lounged in it, enjoying the soft caress of the ripples that lightly swayed across the surface in the mornings warm breeze.

She watched while Flayer fashioned some fish traps, using some tree bark husk and leaves and pliable twigs. He summoned her from the water so that he could sent the traps. Fish were not going to be swimming around if she were in the water. Lenya found herself licking her soft, pink lips with the idea of fresh fish, it sounded so delicious to her. While he fashioned a 2nd trap, she lay in the sun, which was now fully up, letting the warmth caress along her skin, gently drying her. she made no move to run, instead stretching out her lithe form, arching her back slightly. She looked almost ethereal, with the sunlight on her pale skin and golden hair. She let her eyes close, relaxing, and would have fallen asleep there if Runt had not come bounding up with a low growling whuff. He nosed Lenya, almost in greeting, and made his way to the stream to take a deep, long drink.

Runt settled with a whine, looking at Lenya and then Flayer.

Rabbits? Scent? Snares? Oh.. Ok snares...

Lenya looked at Flayer.

"Runt found a couple of places where rabbits were scented, good place for snares."

 

[Otto26]

Flayer didn't look up from his trap as Runt approached and drank. At Lenya's words, however, he froze and then looked up at Lenya and then Runt. "Yeah? Good spots?" Runt whuffed and nodded. Flayer thought about that for a moment, reviewing what he'd seen and heard in the past few minutes. "So how does she know that?" he asked. Runt made some subtle gestures and noises. "In your head? In her head? Really?" Runt whuffed.

Flayer's fingers froze, his hands itching to hold the blades in his belt, as he shifted his gaze to Lenya, basking naked in the sun, her eyes closed and face pointed up again. The sun was painful in his unshielded eyes, but he ignored it. If she was in Runt's head, was she in his? Was that how she was playing him? If so, to what end? What could she want at the trading post? A snarl rumbled in his chest but went no further as he stared at the fuckmeat. He wasn't going to kill her. Maybe he ought to, but he wasn't going to. He didn't want that kind of screaming from her and he wouldn't get the kind of screaming he wanted if she was dead. Or gone. But 'gone' was going to be temporary. Was it? Yes, it definitely was.

He forced his fingers slowly back to work on the trap, he kept his voice low and neutral as he asked "You can speak with Runt?"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lenya opened her eyes and looked over from where she lay in the sunshine. She could hear a tightness in his voice, and it made her a bit nervous. She darted her eyes around the small clearing. She didn't see any other Goblin, or anyone for that matter. But she decided this was not something to be.. well.. broadcast. The other Goblins already were nervous around Runt, if they got even a whiff of her having any kind of affinity with the Dorg, most likely both of them would be killed for fear she would turn the Dorg on them. That, of course was impossible, Runt had a mind of his own. But most of the Goblins did not and would not see it that way.

She shifted to her hands and knees and crawled over the soft grass to where Flayer sat. She was not even attempting to be seductive, yet her body moved so naturally fluidly..

Sitting back into a kneeling position, she fixed her bright eyes on him.

"I would not call it speaking. It is not a conversation like this... it is an understanding, in my mind. Just a word or 2, to convey understanding. I... I thought you did the same, and thought nothing of it. He's intelligent, not stupid like the other Goblins think he is...." she stopped there, watching to garner his reaction. She could sense his unease. "I was scared, Master Flayer, he helped allay my fear."

"Please don't tell any others... they may try to hurt Runt, or you, out of fear".....

 

[Otto26]

"Me, no. Runt, maybe. You, certainly," he clarified. Her knees were, not spread, but parted. Despite her bathing he could still catch hints of her scent. "We fear witches." He tied a last knot on the trap and looked up at her. She sat with her back straight, breasts forward, hair down her back and one shoulder. "Don't let the others know. They'd tear you to pieces even if..." he paused, his mind working through possible answers to questions that buzzed in his brain even as his cock rolled and demanded his attention. "Did Great Dart, did Stab-Gut know about this? Is this why they're selling you north?" he asked.