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

[Otto26]

'Be careful,' Flayer thought, both amused and contemptuous. It wasn't the sort of thing you said to a goblin. He didn't want to be careful, he wanted to be successful, to taste the blood of his enemies, to hear their bubbling death, to feel them dying beneath his hands and on his blades. Lenya wasn't goblin. She wasn't just fuckmeat, either. What did that make her? He didn't push the question aside so much as he let his thoughts slip into the violent pathways of genetics and upbringing. The ground scratched at his skin as he pulled and pushed his way forward until he reached the spot where the attacker would want to be. He slowly gathered his feet under him, pointed ears listening intently. The goblin with the bow would need to move quickly. Quickly wasn't quiet. There was a scuffing sound, close. Flyer sprang forward, knife driving up as the attacker moved into sight and they collapsed to the ground, Flayer pistoning the knife into the other goblin, heedless of the hands that tried to restrain him. The goblin fell back, helpless and bleeding from the wounds and his mouth as Flayer knelt over him and scanned for more threats. A second goblin rushed at him, a sword held high. Flayer rolled forward hard, crashing into the attacker and bringing him to the ground. They scrabbled at each other, a snarling pile of claws, teeth, elbows, knees, and, finally, knives. It felt like an eternity but was less than a minute and then Flayer, face bleeding from the claws that had raked across it, knelt over another dying goblin, scanning for threats.

Seeing no threats he took a panting moment to twist the knife and leer into the goblin's eyes as life left them. He rose to his feet and crouched over to the first goblin to retrieve his knife. Movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention and he turned his head to see Lenya plunging into the water and a goblin grabbing her ankle and dragging her back. Wordless rage swept through him and he lunged forward, heedless of caution. Runt got there first, latching his teeth into the goblin's throat and ripping it out as he threw the goblin towards Flayer. Flayer kicked the corpse in frustration and it felt so good that he did it again and then stomped on its head. Runt growled his approval.

A horn sounded, causing Flayer to stop and look around. "Retreat," he growled. Runt growled back in agreement. If the attackers were retreating then the combat was over. Flayer felt the shakes coming as the adrenaline retreated and searched for a focus to prevent collapsing to the ground. His eyes took in the scene around them and he found an easy focus, rage.

"Stop throwing away your blades!" he screamed at Lenya, closing the distance between them and seizing her by the arms and shaking hard. The killing rage he felt grounded itself in her body through his claws in the skin of her upper arms, it flashed in his eyes, and his teeth itched. Her head fell back, exposing her throat to him and wanted to rip it open and taste her hot blood on his tongue. A memory of the taste of her cunt swept through his mind and he restrained the instinct to lunge and bite. Wordlessly, he shouted his rage into her submission while Runt howled next to him and when he had no more breath the rage seemed to fade back into the recesses of his soul and his mind was free to wonder where she'd learned to submit in the goblin fashion. Had he taught her that? Had she just learned it? It stirred a different emotion in him and his cock rose to confirm that. She was choosing to be helpless to him. That, too, was insanely arousing. It was certainly insane. What meat would choose to surrender to a goblin? Why? Possible answers swirled in his head and lust threatened to remove him from consciousness until he heard movement and released Lenya, swinging his head and body towards the motion.

"All good?" Tooth-Puller asked.

Flayer shook his head to clear it and then nodded. "Yes. The others?"

"They took two of the fuckmeat, killed four of ours. You killed three?"

Flayer shook his head again. "Six. Two for me, two for Runt, and two for Face-Stabber," he clarified.

"Face-Stabber?" Tooth-Puller asked.

Flayer grunted. "It should be Throws-Blades-Away," he editorialized, "but, yeah, the fuckmeat killed two of them."

Tooth-Puller took a closer look at the scene and then nodded his head. "There were about twenty of them. They wanted the meat, not blood. I have to go after them."

Flayer nodded unconsciously. Of course he did. Great-Dart was not to be trifled with and would deal harshly with subordinates that failed to protect his reputation. That reputation was supposed to protect his followers, as well, and would when Tooth-Puller mauled the attackers.

"Since you're the fuckmeat whisperer you're going to take your meat and the others north. I'll take the rest to kill these lairless fuckers and catch up with you when I'm done," Tooth-Puller finished. He and Flayer both silently added the addendum 'if Tooth-Puller survived'.

Flayer had to admire the nastiness of Tooth-Puller's plan. It maximized his chances of killing the raiders and it made Flayer responsible for moving the fuckmeat over the hardest portion of the trail. He wouldn't be able to carry them and they were unlikely to walk willingly to their doom. But he couldn't back down or complain about it. And he had to admire Tooth-Puller's tenacity. Eight against twelve wasn't a particularly survivable equation, but he was still going to try.

"Bring the fuckmeat down here. Their food, and all my food, too," he added. "I'll get it done."

Tooth-Puller nodded and turned and started to walk away. He paused and looked back, "Good luck," he growled, and then left.

Flayer felt as though a breeze might knock him over.

 

[Otto26]

For the first time since the fight had begun Flayer felt in full possession of his wits. He inhaled, deep, slow breaths. The fuckmeat would be here soon and he needed... what did he need? He looked at Lenya leaning against Runt and smiled.

"You heard?" he asked.

Runt whuffed a response before Lenya could say anything.

"Fear and dominance," he stated. The dorg nodded slowly and looked around for a moment and then shook Lenya off and padded over to the nearest goblin corpse. He rolled his muzzle in the gaping hole where the goblin's throat had been, theatrically bloodying his face, and then looked back at Lenya and winked at her before he savagely ripped into the corpse, ostentatiously, *slowly*, starting to devour it.

Flayer nodded approvingly. "Yes, you take care of the fear. I'll do the dominance." He walked over to a rock and leaned back against it, grateful for the support it provided though he tried not to show it. He snapped his fingers and pointed to his cock. "Suck it, Face-Stabber," he ordered. When the meat were dropped off they would see Runt eating a corpse and Flayer, with his bloody face, being willingly served by Lenya. Fear of the Dorg, and Flayer, would fill them. Goblin dominance over the fuckmeat would be established, though it would probably need to be re-established. He grinned as a thought crossed his mind. The meat would even have hope that Flayer might unbind them them as well. Which he would, but not in the way they thought. Hope crossed his mind, as well. He just *might* be able to pull this off without having to flay the meat raw.

 

[RainingHeat]

"Suck it, Face-Stabber"

Lenya went to her knees, nodding her understanding and submission to Flayer and slowly slinked forward to where he leaned against the rock.

She paused to feel Him glide His cockhead along either cheek, she could smell His scent, a scent she was now accustomed to.. and that only ignited her need for Him even more. Wetting her lips with a quick lap of her tongue, she parted them for Him, taking the head, and shaft only part way into her mouth, her tongue beneath, caressing as she slowly closed around the length, suckling a bit before pulling back, her tongue still along the underside... she then took Him within the heated embrace again, this time a little further, her tongue still cradling Him, she let her mouth, lips, throat adjust to his thickness, his length, back out again, his cock was now 3/4 moist from her, and this time, she took Him fully within, letting the head reach the back of her throat, she moans around him, pulling back and He slipping almost all the way out... That was was when she let her tongue in on the action....

Her tongue, warm, wet, soft, glides along each side of His cock, feeling every vein, every little bump, tasting His skin, tasting Him. She lets the tip encircle the head, licking, feeling that soo smooth skin, before her tongue languidly once more slips down the shaft to His balls and back up again... down and up... down and up... she then takes His head into her mouth, and sucks Him in deep, very deep, and starts a rocking motion with her head and entire upper body, sucking His length deep and back out again, deep to the back of her throat and back out again. The sounds are a mingling of her suckling, her soaking wet mouth, lips and tongue and her moaning low across the surface. She desperately wanted to taste Him, taste every last drop of Him..

She felt His claws entangle in her hair as she continued her motion, every forth or fifth time, she would release His cock and lick the length of it again with her tongue, down the shaft, over His balls and back up again, then take Him within her mouth once more to suck him deeply. She could feel His hips moving as he drove his cock into her willing mouth, her tongue meeting and licking the wetness... heated and soaking.. when she allowed it to slip free again, as she once more lapped and licked Him hungrily, she whispered, against the skin, He could feel the movement of her lips as well as hear the words... "Your slave wants You Master Flayer, to please You, to taste You.." her breath was heated, moist... His cock taken back into the depths of her questing mouth, she now pulling him hard and deep and faster, desperate to taste Him, for Him to spill His seed, His desire, deep down the back of her throat.

Lenya, so absorbed in her task of pleasing Flayer with her mouth, and honestly the last thing she wanted to do was look up to see a bloody fanged Runt, tearing into that dead Goblin, that she did not hear, nor acknowledge when Tooth-Puller and another Goblin, Breaker, tugged the 2 Fuckmeat that had not been dragged away, into the clearing.

Both girls were clearly terrified. One was a slender dark haired girl, in her 20th season perhaps, the other was older, with dark blonde hair and big blue eyes, she was looking around as if ready to bolt, not that she could, but certainly looking like a rabbit about to be slaughtered. Both girls nearly screamed seeing Runt, and then a bloody faced Flayer, a thick leather cord in his hand as if ready to flay Lenya if her ministrations to his cock were not up to his level, and then of course, Lenya, on her knees, pleasing him. She carried his marks as well, not deep, but the claw marks on her hips, ass and arms were there.

Tooth-Puller and Breaker observed for several minutes, given that Lenya's bared ass, and very bared sex, were on display, open, inviting, the lips of her pussy so pink and soft.. But both knew there were other things they needed to tend to, that could not wait. So even though both were now quite aroused, they turned and left the clearing. They were back twice more with the supplies needed, and to watch, hands on their own hard cocks.

The girls, bound tightly, huddled together, shaking, dirty, if Flayer looked within their eyes, he'd see that their gaze was dull, almost lifeless, beaten, unlike Lenya's eyes, which still gleamed with life and heat and desire, and to accent that, at that very moment she did look up at him, his cock poised upon her lips, those glittering eyes seeking his and finding his, even if for just a moment...

"I want to taste you" she whispered, lips tickling his cockhead..."please" ....

The girls heard her, and even they were shocked. She was so willing, and unbound....

"please Master Flayer"...

Lenya's eyes were still lifted to him when she saw him nod... she closed her eyes then and took the whole if him back into her hot mouth, sucking hard and deep, her lips moving on him once again, pausing and releasing his cock only to lick his heavy balls, then back to his cock once more, again, his claws again sunk into her golden mane and his own hips began to move to her rhythm, thrusting into the heat of her mouth and throat, pulling back.. thrusting... pulling back.. when he spasmed, plunging his cock to the root, she could feel the twisting and writhing in her throat as his balls sent streams of his cum between her willing lips... Lenya swallowing as he flooded her throat, until she no longer could and pulled back, struggling to breath, yet still taking what spilled from his jerking cock... until he was spent.... Lenya still before him, head down, panting, his seed dripping from her open lips...

<to be continued>

 

[RainingHeat]

It took Lenya a full 5 minutes to regain her own breath, the tip of her tongue licking along the softness of her lips, gathering and tasting his leftover spend, seed, before he allowed her to crawl to the stream to drink and splash her face, which she gratefully did.

The girls were both looking hopefully at the stream, and Lenya could tell they were desperately thirsty. She turned to Flayer... "May I guide the... fuckmeat.. for a drink?" It seemed he thought about it and nodded, but it was clear he was carefully watching what she would do.

Lenya got to her feet and approached both females. They cowered away but only for a moment, when she reached out and took their bound hands. Currently, they could walk, but both had binding around the ankles, binding their legs together, so that all they really could do was walk, and not run or sprint, much like a prisoner and leg chains. She took them to the water's edge...

"Go head, drink. You are going to need it.." Both looked at her, then at Flayer, and then back at her and lowered, gratefully drinking of the fresh water deeply. While they drank, Lenya turned to Flayer.

"You wish them to walk? yes?"

Again he nodded, obviously wondering where she was going with this.

She nodded, and turned to the females. She allowed them to drink their fill before pulling them back up to their feet and turning them toward Flayer...

"What is it you want?" Lenya asked. Both girls looked at one another, then to the stream. Things in some people's lives were very basic, and being clean, to human and Elf, was one of those things. Lenya had seen how Flayer watched her the first time she bathed, how she had enjoyed it, which seemed to puzzle him a bit. But Lenya knew, to keep the girls in line, let them not thirst, let them not hunger, and let them be clean, but always be in control of all 3.

"Beg" Lenya said, looking toward Flayer. Both went to their knees, crawling to his feet. They did not know his name, but both begged to be allowed to clean themselves... Lenya knew that Flayer was different than most, to her, he was beginning to be akin to Great Dart, more intelligent and cunning then most. She wanted the girls to see that. At least for now...

"Yes" was all he said. It was all he had to say. Both girls without being prompted, thanked him. Lenya smiled at that, and led them back to the stream. With Flayer and Runt keeping watch, Lenya began to bath first the younger dark haired girl. "Relax" she whispered, letting her hands glide over the girl's body. She was in rough shape, both of them were, marked, and used pretty hard. When Lenya slid her hand between the dark haired girl's legs, she visibly recoiled. "Shhhhhh..." Lenya's voice was soothing. She found the Blue eyed older girl had the same reaction. Again, Lenya soothed the blue eyed one with the same "shhhhhh".... Leading them out of the water, she laid both in the grass. She wished it were daylight, the sun would easily dry and warm them, but it was not, so she would have to make due. She found some larger leaves and went to work caressing both girls, gently running the soft leaves over their damp bodies. Again, both recoiled when she reached between their legs.

Setting the leaf aside, Lenya began to caress the dark haired girl, along her thigh, just a soft glide of fingers, letting the girl feel the sensation... she let her fingers move slowly upwards, along the inside of one thigh, and up further, until the tips were brushing against the girl's pussy lips.. The girl almost cried out in fear, but Lenya placed her other hand upon her belly... "It's ok... this will not hurt.. I promise.. stay quiet..." The girl was trembling, but she did as Lenya said and went quiet. The blue eyed girl was watching intently...

Lenya let her fingers move along the girl's moist slit. It felt velvet soft, and warm. She knew they had suffered at the hands of the Goblins they had been with. Lenya felt bad for that. If she could make them feel pleasure, they would cooperate more with her, and with Flayer. That was what she wanted.

So Lenya moved between the dark haired girl's thighs and lowered her head. The girl hadn't known what to expect, but when she felt the soft touch of Lenya's tongue sliding along her pussy lips, she let herself fall back and relax into it. Lenya let her tongue tease, lick, taste, against those velvet folds, before dipping within the girl's sex. She managed to stay quiet, but the girl was trembling, quivering, as Lenya lapped at the softness, finding and rolling her tongue over the now protruding clit. She continued her gentle licking of the girl until she felt her shudder, and her clit spasmed just a bit... and the girl came, moaning now, but still quiet, her hips lifting to Lenya's mouth, it hadn't taken long, the girl was obviously starved for pleasure.

The blue eyed girl was nearly ready to beg Lenya for the same thing, when Lenya positioned herself between her open legs and brought her to the same shuddering orgasm as the first. Only this time, Lenya made sure to suckle that clit, taking it between her lips to kiss and swirl her tongue around it, before pushing her tongue into the blue eyed girls soaking sex. When she came, she writhed and cried out, causing Lenya to quickly cover her mouth with her hand.. "Shhhhhh" she said, helping the girl finish by caressing her clit with the fingers of her other hand... the girl shuddering almost violently....

"Thank Flayer" Lenya instructed... she knew better than to take credit. Flayer had not stopped what she was doing and had done.

And both did, crawling to him and thanking him... by name.

They'd do anything either Lenya or Flayer told them to now.....

 

[Otto26]

Flayer reached down and placed one claw beneath the chin of each slave, gentle pressure lifting them until they were kneeling upright before him, faces looking up into his from just a few inches away. He was silent, letting his bloody gaze move from one to the other.

"There are two kinds of meat," he intoned. "There is fuckmeat and there is meat." He turned their heads towards Runt who was happily crunching an arm. The slaves shuddered and their eyes moved back to Flayer. "Those clumsy dog-fuckers have carried you everywhere and let you simply kneel while they do all the work. But now they are gone, and their ways with them. Now you answer to Flayer."

He swung the cord through the air to make it whistle and the slaves flinched. "You have been kissed by Face-Stabber, who has been kissed by Stab-Gut, who has been touched by Druusha. You have been cursed with the desire and now your cunts will only warm for goblin cock." The dark-haired slave slowly shook her head to deny this. Flayer inclined his head. "You'll see. Crawl to Face-Stabber and kiss her cunt and thank her for saving you and beg her to teach you. Then eat and drink. We will leave soon. Oh, if you run, my partner," he indicated Runt, "can run faster and he can smell you wherever you might try to hide and he's always hungry." Runt ripped a hunk of flesh off the goblin's leg and looked directly at the slaves as he slowly chewed.

The women recoiled from the site and scrambled across the ground to Lenya, burying their faces between her thighs and knocking her back onto the ground. Flayer enjoyed the sight but had to look away when his cock threatened to stand up and watch; he didn't want to be walking around with another painful erection all day and didn't have the time to sate his desires. Though his desires had been fairly well sated. Between the killing and Lenya's slave lips... He had to brush that memory aside quickly. Later there would be time to savor it. Later there would be time to savor it while Lenya's hot body served his desires.

He searched the bodies, coming away with an assortment of weapons and clothing that might be put to use. The bodies themselves seemed to be those of lairless goblins; they wore nothing that would have demonstrated an affiliation with a lair. Neither did Flayer, come to that. But several of them had trade weapons. Those had been manufactured in the lair of Great Dart and sold north. He wondered about that, having heard that most of those weapons were purchased by lair agents. How did these lairless ones come into possession of them? And how did they organize into such a large band? He knew he didn't have enough information to answer that question, but it bothered him.

After searching the bodies he set to actual work. Runt kept an eye on the fuckmeat for him, slowly eating while they did the same. He didn't care how much they ate and let them fill their bellies. Everything they ate was less weight they'd have to carry and it was better they be well fed starting out. If the food ran short later in the march then he'd be able to motivate them by pointing out that more food awaited at their destination. He took the carry poles and cut a few more. Leaving aside a few larger pieces of clothing that he would turn into shoes for the slaves, he turned the rest of it into strips that he used to lash together the poles to make some simple drag litters.

"Master Flayer?"

He looked over to see Lenya kneeling a few feet away.

"What else needs to be done?"

He looked at her for a moment, wondering why she was there. What had Great Dart and Stab-Gut seen? Was she a threat to the lair that had to be sent far away? Would she bewitch goblins and make them defy Great-Dart? Was she simply a great prize to sold north for the wealth she would bring the lair? Too many questions and not enough information to make answers. It was frustrating. He let his gaze run over her body as his mind worked. He noted the marks upon her and thought that they made her more desirable. Without them she was a naked woman, meat. With them she was fuckmeat.

He reached over to the pile of 'loot' and took a strip of leather from it and her knife and dropped them in front of her. "Stop throwing it away," he ordered. He indicated the water skins that had been left by Tooth-Puller, more than they would need but if Tooth-Puller and the others were successful then they'd need the extra. "Have them fill the water skins. And drink. There's no water for the next few days."

"Yes, Master Flayer," she replied and turned to crawl away from him. The crawling was unnecessary, but it swung her hips from side to side and exposed her cunt to him. He wondered, silently, if that was the point and then softly cursed; his cock was standing upright.

It took half an hour for the slaves to fill the water skins while he packed the drag litters. Standing, he stalked over to where they were finishing and grabbed the ankle of one of them, pulling towards him. She squeaked in surprise and, apparently interpreting his action as a prelude to rape, hesitantly spread her legs. He smiled appreciatively. She had thicker, darker, fur than Lenya but her cunt was an attractive pink and she had good hips. Before he would have been unable to restrain himself from taking her. Now, he chuckled and placed her foot against the leather and traced out a shoe. Shoeing both the slaves took another half hour and his skin was beginning to crawl. He didn't like staying at the only water source for miles, a place where they'd already been attacked. He wanted to get moving.

He made the new fuckmeat each stand at the front of a drag litter and had Lenya support the front while he tied their hands to the poles. They'd be able to carry the front poles and drag the back poles but they wouldn't be able to run very fast or very far if they tried. He checked his work by placing his hand between their legs and stroking them cunningly. They both twitched and shook and shifted their weight but neither could move their hands from the poles. Satisfied, he turned his attention to Lenya, putting her carefully back in her harness and then loading it with food and water. A heavier load for her than the previous day, but he didn't bind her hands.

He did kiss her, however, pulling her head down to his and pressing his lips to hers, pushing his tongue between her parted lips. He like the feel and the taste of her and the way her tongue stroked his and the way she opened her body to him. He lingered at the kiss, silently promising that he would enter her body again, later. Then he checked the loads one last time, making sure the goblin skulls weren't going anywhere, and donned his own pack.

Runt came over and yawned.

"No, we need to move away from here and north is best. I'll go first, then the fuckmeat, then Lenya, and then you. We'll take it easy today and stop before we get to the usual stopping place, I want to avoid those for the rest of the trip."

Runt nodded and Flayer set off, leading the way.

 

[RainingHeat]

Lenya herself preferred to not watch Runt eat, he chuckling at her when she made a pretty interesting face at him. He made a point of breaking bone and chomping pretty loudly, while presenting his bloody fangs for her, the other girls and even Flayer to see.

Lenya shook her head, and looked away, turning to watch Flayer as he addressed the 2 "new" girls that were now under his watch. Not new of course, but new under his command. It was interesting to observe the girls looking up at Flayer's still bloodied face from where they knelt, to Lenya he looked almost evil. It appeared that Runt caught wind of that thought and snorted, before going back to his display of eating as grotesquely as he possibly could. And it was more than clear to her that neither of those girls had been spoken to the way Flayer was speaking to them.

She sat down in the grass, still licking her own lips of the sweetness she had tasted on them, never mind still tasting Flayer in the back of her throat, even after drinking the cool stream water.

She was really only half listening to Flayer speaking to the girls...

"You have been kissed by Face-Stabber, who has been kissed by Stab-Gut, who has been touched by Druusha. You have been cursed with the desire and now your cunts will only warm for goblin cock. Crawl to Face-Stabber and kiss her cunt and thank her for saving you and beg her to teach you. Then eat and drink. We will leave soon. Oh, if you run, my partner," he indicated Runt, "can run faster and he can smell you wherever you might try to hide and he's always hungry."

Face-Stabber? Was he talking about her? Apparently he was, because both girls suddenly ran to her, and knocked her back into the grass, and she was more than surprised when the blue-eye one almost literally drove her face into her pussy. Lenya was almost going to push her away, until she felt that soft caress of the girl's tongue and Lenya fell back to the grass with a low moan. The girl kissed along her now moistening pussy lips before lifting her head "thank you for saving me, Miss Face-Stabber and please teach us to be more pleasing like you"... Lenya could only look at her, wide eyes blinking. But before she could get up, the younger dark haired girl took Blue-Eyes place and her mouth lowered and found Lenya's now dripping wet sex. Letting her head fall back, she again felt that soft, succulent glide of a tongue, and the gentlest kiss of the girl's lips to her own pussy lips "I too thank you Miss Face-Stabber for saving us, helping us, and teaching us..."

Both girls then backed away, and Lenya sat up to catch her breath, her skin flush, heart racing a bit, she shook her head to try and calm herself down. She took another deep drink from the stream, and then laid out some of the food for the girls to eat. She herself selected some of the turnips and lettuce, which was plenty for her. She had been well fed during this trek north, unlike the girls. Flayer was allowing them to eat as much as they wished, and to drink deeply from the stream. They already looked so much better than they had when the Toothy one had led them into the clearing.

She turned to the Goblin...

"Master Flayer?"

He looked over to see her kneeling a few feet away.

"What else needs to be done?"

She had expected an answer, what she got was his just looking at her, studying her, as if he were trying to figure her out once again. What was her plan, she knew he wondered, she knew this was always in the back of his mind, he had pretty much told her so. Part of her wanted to tell him, she was not even sure why. Was she beginning to trust him, as he was beginning to trust her? But NO, she could not betray her plan... her plan was her plan. She was lucky enough that Safi and Great-Dart did not betray her. That still puzzled her, actually. What would Great-Dart gain by her killing Great-Pike? More land? Goblins retreating and joining his lair? Great-Pike was more brutal, more ruthless, more cruel, than Great-Dart, he was also not nearly as intelligent, or so the rumors had claimed. He had taken control by sheer strength and force, where as Great-Dart was building his lair with cunning and intelligence, along with strength. There was no guarantee that whoever filled that void would be any better than Great-Pike, and in fact could be worse. But that was not for Lenya to worry about.

Lenya shook her head, trying to rid herself of these thoughts. She could not distract herself with why Great-Dart had not betrayed her or if she should confess her plan the Flayer. She had one goal, kill Great-Pike and escape, so she could live back with the elves, the only people she ever considered her own, as one of them. They had promised she would be accepted. She had to hope they would keep that promise. She had her plan and hopefully the reward promised by the Elven High Council.

Flayer, in the meantime, reached over to the pile of 'loot' and took a strip of leather from it and her knife and dropped them in front of her. "Stop throwing it away," he ordered. He indicated the water skins that had been left by Tooth-Puller, more than they would need but if Tooth-Puller and the others were successful then they'd need the extra. "Have them fill the water skins. And drink. There's no water for the next few days."

She nodded "Yes Master Flayer"...

She picked up the leather and her dagger and quickly had it secured around her outer right thigh. She approached the girls again. "What are your names?" The blue-eyed girl answered first.. "Elaine"... "and I am Bella" came the answer from the other. "I am Lenya, or..." she paused almost making a bit of a face "Face-Stabber... but I prefer Lenya.. We need to fill the water skins, so let's get to it... ".. Both girls nodded and went straight to the task.

Once everything was set to Flayer's satisfaction, he turned his attention to her. Harnessed, she was more than pleased that he did not bind her hands. But then again that made sense, he was allowing her to carry her dagger... he... trusted her. She thought he was about turn away when he reached up, his claws raking along to the back of her head and he pulled her into.. a kiss. Lenya's soft, lightly moist lips, opened to his, she accepting the probe of his tongue into the velvet soft warmth of her mouth, her own caressing his as he tasted of her. She felt her body heating, her cheeks pinkening with a blush, and her voice feeding him a almost hungry sounding moan that rippled along his still questing tongue. When the kiss ended, and he stepped back, she almost begged him to take her right then and there, but she knew they had to get moving as much as he did. Elaine and Bella had watched the entire scene and could only stare...

Runt came ambling over, and made quite the presentation of yawning, making sure to show off his still bloody maw and fangs, with a huff.

"Gross" Lenya scolded, which only made Runt huff again in his version of a demented chuckle... and they were off...

They made damned good time, Flayer's drag litters and the girls actually feeling "human" again, and having full bellies, were able to keep up.

Lenya wondered, in the meantime, if the others would be able to "save" the other 2 girls. Even though their fate was not guarentee'd to be any better once North, from what Flayer had said and what she had seen, it had to at least have the chance to be a little better than with those other Goblins that had attacked them. She figured as well that Great-Dart would not be happy at the loss of coin, so that was certainly motivation as well...

There were a couple of times they stopped, either Runt or Flayer, hearing something out of the ordinary. But the walk was uneventful, which was fine as far as Lenya was concerned. She checked on the girls several times during the walk, to make sure they were ok, which they were. Elaine mentioned it felt good to walk again, but they were getting more winded then both Flayer or Lenya. Humans never seemed to be as resilient as the Elves or the Goblins for that matter. Perhaps that was one reason Elven slaves were prized, more resilient, and more beautiful in many cases.

Lenya herself had never been this far north, the trees were sparse and smaller, as if the wind that more than likely whistled through here chopped off the tops. The ground, harder, more rocky. But she did see a variety of wildlife. Some smaller, sturdier looking deer that took off as soon as they scented the Dorg, goats, geese, and turkeys, along with vines of grapes, and other berries that she could not quite identify. She gathered some of the grapes as she walked, but dared not try the unknown berries. That could be dangerous. Runt wanted to sprint after the deer, but knew better... "Later" he huffed to Lenya when she turned and looked at him. "Oh great, another bloody mess" she teased, to which he grinned, at least what his version of a grin was... Damn it to hell Lenya was going to miss that Dorg when she got to Great-Pike's.... and with that thought she looked at Flayer, thinking she was going to miss him too...

 

[Otto26]

Flayer was glad the new fuckmeat behaved and a little puzzled by his contentment. Prior to this journey the thought of misbehaving fuckmeat writhing beneath his lash would have been intoxicating. Literally. But now he found the thought, bland. The thought of fucking the meat also lacked appeal. He wasn't opposed to the idea in any sense, it simply didn't make his cock hard. Lenya, though... He wanted to hear her screams and see her body writhing. Not that he would. Not tonight or today or tomorrow. With just him and Runt there would be little time for anything except walking and sleeping. And tomorrow he might have to apply the lash as the slopes steepened a little and the pace increased.

By the end of the night's walk it was apparent the fuckmeat were feeling the weight of their burdens. Lenya was flushed and her breathing had quickened but she appeared to be in better condition than the other two. Whether that was simply the fact that she had been walking for the past days while the others were carried or because she had been captured more recently or because she hadn't been gang-fucked by goblins every day or was simply more fit he couldn't say. He was amused that he took a little sense of pride in her outperforming the others but carefully kept that from his face.

"Stop," he quietly ordered them. "Runt, find us a spot to shelter."

The dorg cocked his head at him.

"Yeah, I don't want to use the travel nests. They ambushed us at the last nests and they might be waiting at the next ones. We'll sleep here and blow by the nests tomorrow."

Runt whuffed and padded away with watchful eyes.

"Sit," Flayer ordered. All three of the slaves were puzzled, but quickly understood and sat down. Flayer walked over to the dark-haired meat and checked her feet, grunting his approval. He repeated this process with the blue-eyed slave and then went to Lenya.

"A good pace, today. Tomorrow we'll move faster, further, harder." He inspected the harness she wore, looking for problems like chafing. He found none and glanced up, scanning for Runt and for danger, before returning his attention to Lenya. His hand stroked her breast, then cupped it and enjoyed the soft weight of it in his hand. He absently gave it a few soft squeezes while he again looked for Runt's return then transferred his hand to her other breast, repeating the process and enjoying the stiffening of her nipple and the way it pressed against his palm.

Runt came trotting into sight and indicated that he'd found a spot. Flayer rose. "Up," he commanded the slaves, and he sent them off towards Runt.

 

[RainingHeat]

The sun had yet to awaken, but Lenya could see that it was stirring. The light in the sky was slowly changing, the glow of the awakening sun sending tiny tendrils out to explore and eventually overwhelm the darkness. Lenya always liked the dusk and the dawn, when the light was dancing, changing.

As she sat down, she lifted her gaze to that changing sky, delighting in the colors, the stars fading, the first whisps of light showing. For a minute, she felt like she was all alone again, sitting in the field near home early in the morning... like she used to do when a child. It was always so quiet. Same with dusk, when most were seeking a place to slumber for the night, she would sit in that same field and watch the sun slowly sink into the horizon...

She watched as he inspected the other 2 girls. They had done pretty well, and Lenya had made sure to check on them and compliment their compliance and pace. If the Goblins treated their "meat" better, she thought, they'd have better "results" when.. well... using them. But most did not consider females, whether Elves or Human, anything more than holes to be fucked for their own gratification...

Just as that thought crossed her mind, Flayer stood before her. He checked her harness, which was really unnecessary as she'd tell him if there was problem, of course, but again, that was not the norm. Fuckmeat never really spoke unless a direct command was given. Lenya had grown comfortable enough that she would tell Flayer if there was a problem. The other 2 girls watched, seeing Flayer reach to begin languidly stroking Lenya's breast, grasping the softness. Lenya's eyes closed, her breath catching with the quietest of whimpers that vibrated past her lips. Her body quickly responding, the nipple peaking, darkening to a deeper rosy pink, against the Goblin's rough palm. He wasn't grabbing and pulling like most other Goblins would have, instead he molded, massaged, enjoying the feeling and her reaction. When she opened her eyes, meeting Flayer's gaze for he was seeking her eyes and not looking at what his hand was doing, there was that glow of heat, desire, alight, flickering... His claws moving to her other breast... Lenya leaning back just a bit, trembling, her heart racing, skin beginning to flush... she wanted to beg him, beg him to take that nipple in his mouth, to feel the warmth, the moisture, feel his tongue.....

Runt came lumbering into the small clearing just then, and Flayer stood... "UP".. and the 3 of them rose to follow Runt to the nesting den he had found. It was amusing to Lenya to watch the girls staying as far away from the Dorg as possible. But that was to be expected, to them, he was nothing more than a monster under the command of Flayer. They had no idea what a goofball he really was, when he wanted to be.

They came to what looked to be a abandoned bear's den or maybe even deer's, under a large, fallen, hollow tree. Perfect place really, well hidden and off the path. Runt confirmed it had not been used in a long time, most likely the bear or deer had found another or had been killed by hunters. Bears were not something you wanted to deal with, even with Runt with them. Deer, well, Runt could make fast work of a deer... Just as Lenya thought that, Runt turned around and grinned that fanged grin of his.

Both Elaine and Bella looked exhausted. Lenya helped them with some water, she had taken it upon herself to keep an eye on the water rations for the girls, she did not want to run out, one thing they always would need is fresh water.

"The ... girls... are tried Master Flayer. They seek permission to sleep" She could not bring herself to continue to call them Fuckmeat. She did note that it was good that they already realized what they needed to do to survive with Flayer. They begged her for that permission to sleep, which she could not give, but she could obviously, go to Flayer. Both Elaine and Bella still feared Flayer. Lenya could easily have free'd them from the litters they were dragging and secured them herself for the night, and honestly, she almost did. But dared not, she could not take that kind of liberty.

 

[Otto26]

Flayer ignored Lenya for the moment as he inspected the space Runt had selected. While he couldn't match the dorg's sense of smell, he had better vision and, of course, hands. He made sure there weren't any serpents or other threats in the space. Runt didn't mind, they'd long since gotten past the pride point in their partnership; each brought strengths that the other could take advantage of.

"Good nest," Flayer finally said. Runt snorted. "Yeah, I know," Flayer replied. "Go ahead and take first watch. I'll secure the fuckmeat and sleep and you can wake me for second watch." Runt nodded and trotted off to explore the immediate vicinity.

Flayer turned and acknowledged Lenya. "I'll get them set. You feed and water them." He freed the first slave from her drag-litter and bound her hands behind her back, running the end of the binding cord down to one ankle. She could move, but not quickly. He repeated the process with the second slave and then left Lenya to pull out food and water and feed them while he found a good stick and brought it back to the nest. He whittled at the stick, sharpening one end, and watched as Lenya fed the other two. There was something about the way she moved, the way her curves flowed, that was mesmerizing; even when she wasn't dancing, she was dancing. He felt as though he could watch for hours. Or fuck for hours. The painful erection was definitely back and his loincloth was uncomfortably tight.

When she was finished he hammered the stake into the ground and then secured the two slaves to it, back to back with their hands tied to the stake. Then he turned on Lenya and grasped her wrists with his hands. Standing in front of her, their eyes locked, he slowly pushed them behind her back. The action pushed her body against his. He could feel her breasts against his chest, her belly against his, and he imagined the warmth of her cunt against his loincloth. He bound her hands behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder, pushing her slowly to her knees until her face was opposite his flesh straining against the loincloth. For a moment he was tempted. No, he'd been tempted since he'd sat down to watch her feed the other meat. For a moment he nearly gave in to the temptation. But there wasn't time. Not even for her parted lips. Growling in frustration he sat and began to feed her, passing small chunks of meat and what remained of the other foods between her lips. Occasionally she would catch his fingers with her lips and he would have to pull them out of her mouth. It occurred to him that goblins had a term for meat that you could fuck, had created a term for meat that wanted to fuck, but didn't even have a concept of meat that had to fuck. The closest term they had to describe that was... well, goblin.

When he'd finished feeding her he secured her hands to one of her ankles, drawing it back slightly, as he had with the other meat, to ensure she couldn't walk. Partly this was because she was meat. Partly this was because he didn't trust her. Whatever her plan was it might not include being obedient to Flayer. Partly this was because he respected her. He'd seen her kill on two occasions and goblins respected ability. Even in fuckmeat. But mostly it was because his soul sang to see her helplessly bound before him. Her curves were never quite as lovely, her throat and cunt quite so inviting, her breathing so pronounced as when she was tied up like a sacrifice on his altar. For several minutes he was lost in her, his eyes wandering every inch of her exposed flesh. Nothing the way her breasts moved as she breathed. The beating of her heart at her throat. The subtle lick of her lips. Her bright eyes. The line of her calves and thighs. The curve of her ass. He emerged from the stupor like Runt shaking off water and turned his back on her and laid back, using her body as a pillow.

And that was another reason she was tied up. He didn't understand the power she had, so he feared it and leashed it. Sighing, he tried to relax. And then the warm scent of her cunt reached his nose and his cock jumped and he thanked every deity that had ever helped goblins that he hadn't smelled that when he'd been drowning in her and he closed his eyes and tried, and failed, to ignore her scent and to get some sleep.

 

[RainingHeat]

With a slight cant to her head, Lenya watched the interaction between Flayer and Runt. She really did want to know the story there, and made a mental note to ask him about it, when the time seemed... appropriate, of course.

"I'll get them set. You feed and water them." Lenya nodded and got to her feet. She gathered the food packs and selected a mix of dried meat, turnip, potato, and lettuce. At one point, she paused, feeling Flayer's eyes on her and when she turned and looked over her shoulder, almost demurely, she did find him staring, watching her every move. She let her own gaze linger in his eyes for a moment, before she lowered to her knees before the other 2 girls. She explained what she was offering them as she did, encouraging them as they eagerly took the food from her fingers. It felt a little strange to her, to be feeding others by hand. There was a sense of... well... power that came with it, and she quickly understood why a Master would want to subject his slave to this. It reinforced the idea of just who controlled the slave's life, that was for sure.

Once they had eaten their fill, she then held the water skin for each to take a drink. Both looked tired, and when Flayer set them for the night, they seemed confused, and relieved that they may actually be allowed to just, well, sleep. They had been viciously used every time they stopped to sleep, this was the first time when they were not, in several days. Lenya, of course could not guarantee that Flayer would not want to sate his appetite with one, but even if he did, it would only be him.

She was cleaning up the remnants of the food packs when he turned to her, grabbed her wrists in his clawed hands and locked eyes. She immediately halted what she had been doing and let the one pack in her hand fall to the ground as Flayer seemed to want to delve deep into her gaze. He moving her hands behind her, she felt the binding cord curl around her own wrists and tighten, and her breath lightly caught. He never broke eye contact as his claws lay to her shoulders and gently guided her to her knees before him. Lenya's eyes lifting as her body descended, until she was gazing up at the Goblin, her crystal eyes, golden lashes, gleaming, so full of life and soul that the other 2 girls did not have given what they had been through. Lenya could see his mind spinning, could see his arousal of course, and absent mindedly, the tip of her soft, pink tongue slid out to moisten her own lips with a languid pass along the flesh...

She heard his frustrated growl as he lowered himself down to sit before her and he began feeding her. Her thoughts went back to when she fed the other 2 girls. That feeling of dominance that came with it, but now that she was bound, on her knees, and eating from Flayer's hands, she felt the opposite end of the spectrum. She was confused a bit about her enslavement to the Goblin. If it had been any other, Tooth-Puller or even Red-Claw, she had the feeling things would have been very different.

The other confusion for her, was her arousal around Flayer. He was a Goblin. A Monster to most Elven and Human eyes. But it wasn't what he was physically that aroused her. It was his intelligence, his cunning, his dominance, even his partnership with Runt. As much as he seemed to be wanting to own what was in her eyes, perhaps he wanted to own, to possess, to enslave her soul, she wanted to know, learn, more about him and what made him different than so many of the other Goblins. It was his control over her that aroused her... and her arousal showed as she wantonly licked his clawed fingers as he fed her, only furthering his own frustration.

She found herself bound, like the other 2 girls, only she was being used as a pillow for Flayer. She wondered what he was thinking as he secured her, his eyes lingering on her naked form, slowly roaming over her, every curve, every soft dimple, every velvet soft surface, her hair, her eyes, her face, her breathing, her heartbeat.

"Flayer..." she whispered... "how did you and Runt become... partners?" She saw it for what it was. Everyone else saw Runt, for the most part, as a pet. But she also hoped the answer may open Flayer up more to her, for her to understand. He wanted to know her inside and out, she was beginning to realize that, he had shown that the first time he took her, in front of Dart, when he demanded she look at him, look in his eyes. She, wanted to know more about him. Maybe it would help her understand her own arousal around him. Maybe it would help her with her plan, help her to know how different he was from the Goblins she would be encountering. Would that help her? Or hinder her?

 

[Otto26]

A growl of frustration rumbled in Flayer's chest but never made it past his lips.

"In the northern lairs they keep worgs. Like Runt, only bigger. Meaner. Great ones and their most loyal servants, the nobility, ride the worgs. They keep them in cages in the lairs. To keep them from fighting all the time they put wolves in the cages. Bitches. Each worg gets his own pack to rule over and fuck. When the bitches get pregnant they die because the pups are too big. And the pups die too. But Runt managed to be born. He must have been small enough, must have been part of a small litter or the only pup in the litter, must have been born when the worg was away. Luckiest son-of-a-bitch under the moons. Anyway, I was in Great Hook's lair, surviving on the margins, and I found Runt trying to take down a cornered rat. He was about the same size as the rat, a little more than a foot long. I stepped in to steal the kill and... missed. The rat bit at me and Runt got it by the neck and started shaking it to death. I finally managed to stab the rat and we killed it. After that we paired up and watched each other's backs.

We had to leave the lair of course. Runt got too big to hide and the goblins would have eaten him or tossed him to the worgs to kill. Not that it mattered much. We left after Great Hook led his warriors south and Great Hook never came back so the lair fell apart. Lots of fighting as goblins tried to take over the lair. It started with the idiots that Great Hook had left behind and then every free band of goblins nearby rolled in and tried to take over. Then the women disappeared one day and everyone knew it was over. The chaos probably kept me and Runt alive. We couldn't have survived for long in the territories of free bands, but they were all abandoning them and headed for Great Hook's lair. Things got hard after the fighting for the lair stopped. Which is when Runt and I decided to head south to see the truth about Great Dart. Food to eat, foes to fight, and fuckmeat for every goblin."

He paused, her scent filling his senses like a punctuation. "All true. A good life." So why, his mind asked, was he planning to risk it all by stealing Lenya? All he had to do was sell her at the trading post and walk back to the lair. Common fuckmeat every day, the promise of being part of a trio and having their own, private, fuckmeat. Plenty of food in the forest. You didn't have to worry about getting stabbed in the back every second of the night. He was going to risk that for Lenya? He was.

He shifted his head and settled back to sleep, confident that Runt was watching and would wake him when it was time for his shift.

 

[RainingHeat]

She listened as he told his story. His voice was a deep rumble, she actually quite liked it. Did not have the hard edge so many others had. His was a little more smooth, with just that hint of a grumble. She did not ask anymore. Maybe she would at another time, but she was finding it hard to keep her own eyes open after the events of the last 24-48 hours and her body was telling her to rest.

It was funny what a Goblin considered a good life. Food, Fighting, and Fucking. Simple things really. It was those thoughts that sent her to sleep. Food, Fighting, and Fucking. Hell she was good at Fighting, well with her dagger that is, and her bow, she missed her bow. She was good at that, throwing the dagger and aiming the bow. She may not have been best at hand to hand fighting, but if teamed up with Flayer and Runt, if Flayer trusted her completely, they'd be pretty deadly... Maybe even more dangerous than... Safi.....

She was deeply asleep when Runt ambled in and nosed Flayer awake. She murmured something incoherent and shifted a bit, but never really woke up. The other 2 girls never moved, they slept more deeply then they had in days.

Lenya's eyes fluttered open hours later. The den was warm, the sun having heated it during the course of the day, and that was what had awakened her. If only the creek was nearby, a cool bathing in the water would feel so good right now. But there was no water near, all they had was what was stored in the water skins.

She sat up, as best she could, still bound of course, she could not get to her feet and walk. She saw Runt, curled up, snoring, nearby. It was hard to picture him as a pup, small, probably almost helpless. An outcast, like her. Something in common. And both with Flayer. Lenya wondered what the odds were of that happening. Flayer had found Runt, alone, so the bond between them made sense. She had been captured by both Flayer and Red-Claw. What had Dart seen in Flayer to task HIM with bringing her north? That was a question she had not really thought of until now. Maybe, if ever given the chance, she'd ask Great-Dart that very question.

The sun had dipped into the shadows when Flayer came into the nest. Lenya had just crawled over to the other 2 girls to wake them, and both were just sitting up when Flayer returned. They looked at Lenya, again confused. He had not approached them to be used last night, they had been allowed to sleep. "He's Flayer, He's not like the others" was all she said, turning to look back at him....

 

[Otto26]

The good thing about the sparse terrain was that it made it easier to see longer distances. Flayer knew, from experience, that this could also deceive a watcher. The torrential rains cut deeply into the land and made long depressions that were almost small canyons. A goblin with some knowledge of the land could get very close before they had to run the risk of exposing theirself to an observer. And the lack of shade meant that it was painful for a goblin to stare into the brightness. The sun-shades helped, but Flayer was still glad when the sun finally dipped beyond the horizon and the light began to dim.

He took a last, careful look around before returning to the nest. Lenya was kneeling next to the other slaves when he arrived and turned to look at him. He gave Runt a shove. "Nightfall. I'll get the slaves and your food ready. Take a look around and I see if I missed anything." The dorg yawned hugely, the two slaves squeaking and inching away from his gaping mouth, and crawled out of the nest.

"Take these two out and let them piss while I get the food out," he ordered, "Don't untie them, and don't let go of the leads." He removed the binding cords from Lenya as he spoke, freeing her hands and her foot. He removed the binding cords from the ankles of the two other slaves, but left their wrists bound behind their backs. Each got a 'collar' with a slipknot that would tighten and loosen depending on the pressure applied by the holder of the leash.

"Go," he ordered, and began pulling the food supplies out of the nest and shifting them back onto the litters.

Lenya returned with the slaves after a few minutes, Runt trailing along behind them like a vastly oversized herd dog. He smiled. The slaves were terrified. Lenya looked amused. He pointed to one pile. "Feed them, and yourself. Quickly. We're going to make up distance tonight." He put another piece of dried meat into his mouth and nodded at a second pile which Runt quickly wolfed down.

Lenya fed the slaves before she fed herself, which Flayer found interesting. In her situation he'd have made sure he got fed first. But it did mean that he could secure the slaves to their litters before putting Lenya into her harness. There was no time to fuck her, despite his visibly clear desire to do so, but fitting her harness gave him ample opportunity to squeeze her ass and breasts and feel the warmth of both sets of her lips with his callused fingers. Her reactions fed his hunger, increasing it rather than sating it.

"Runt leads the way today," he announced, "because I will be behind with the lash." He whistled the cord through the air to give emphasis to his words. "Faster pace. Today we walk past the usual nests before we stop." Runt indicated his understanding and turned and set off at a quick pace. After a moment the two slaves, at Lenya's urging, realized they were moving and hurried after. Flayer found himself staring at four asses, three of which would look extremely good bent over a rock and.... he sighed, and began walking.

*****

By the end of the night his mood was foul. The three attractive asses all had visible striping from where he'd applied the lash. Everyone was sweating, the two slaves on the litters were gasping, Lenya was huffing, and Flayer and Runt were breathing hard. But they'd gone at least a mile past the usual stopping place. Which was good, but also meant there wasn't going to be a great place to rest for the day. For the last thirty minutes Runt had been ranging from side to side, loping back and forth while remaining ahead of the group. He barked to get Flayer's attention.

Flayer was considering putting another stripe on Lenya's ass. He'd found, after the first two lashes he'd applied, that giving Lenya a stripe was just as effective at speeding up the other two slaves as lashing them. And it cut his effort in half. And it absolutely inflamed his desire. The dorg's bark drew his attention to where Runt had found a suitable resting place. "Go to the dorg," he snarled at the slaves.

It couldn't properly be called a cave because it was only five feet deep. It was a dangerous place to sleep because it had obviously been carved by rushing water. But it would shade them and hide them from casual observers. It had the advantage of being snake-infested. Flayer had killed three big ones and they'd make a nice, fresh meal.

He had Lenya water the slaves while he set the space up for habitation. They ate their meal inside while Runt kept watch and then he secured them. He left Lenya's hands free, this time, and secured one of her ankles to the other slaves. A token binding she'd be able to remove quickly, if the water came back. He arranged her to his liking and lay back and slept, his dreams tormented by her scent and visions of her willing flesh moaning her desire.

Everyone was sore in the morning and Flayer had to gag the slaves, even Lenya, and massage cramps out of their limbs before they could proceed. They were late leaving the camp, but since he planned to only go as far as the usual nests he didn't mind. They could even keep a slower pace and still make the nests before sunrise. Not that he told the slaves that. He growled and bristled at the delay and promised to put new stripes over old if they failed to keep the pace.

It was shortly before midnight when Runt went to ground. Flayer, seeing this, dropped as well and, after a moment, Lenya followed suit. The slaves kept walking for a minute before they realized they couldn't see the dorg and then they stopped and looked around. Flayer slowly scanned the darkness, trying to see, hear, or smell whatever had spooked the dorg. A bird called from the darkness and Flayer relaxed, just a little, and called back but remained hidden.

Tooth-Puller, a bloody bandage covering one side of his face, but with still bloody teeth added to his necklace, led four goblins in. They were carrying one slave on a pole and each was encumbered with bloody goblin heads.

 

[Otto26]

"And?" Flayer asked Tooth-Puller as he stood and walked over.

"Dead. No pursuit," the goblin replied wearily.

"Is the fuckmeat hurt?" Flayer asked.

"No."

"She'll walk then," Flayer stated. "My fuckmeat will get you food and water. We'll take an hour and then move on to the nests. You can rest there."

Tooth-Puller nodded agreement and gestured for his goblins to sit. Those carrying the slave dropped her to the ground.

Flayer looked around for Lenya and found her kneeling next to him. He stroked her hair to physically convey his approval and then began speaking as Runt trotted up. "Lenya and the other fuckmeat will take food and water over to the goblins. Lenya, when they're supplied put the others to tending the fuckmeat they just brought in. It's not a good idea to stop for too long here in the open so we'll eat, drink, and move to the nests for a longer rest. You and me on watch again today, buddy. We'll need to motivate them a little, so Lenya will dance for them and get their cocks hard. We'll put her up in front with you, Runt, and they'll follow." Runt chuckled and moved off while Flayer removed Lenya from her harness. "Promise them you'll fuck them like you fuck me," he instructed her and sent her towards the group with the water harness in her arms and a slap on her ass. He walked over to the litters and removed the slaves from their bindings and hobbled their ankles with binding cord so they could move at a slow shuffle.

"Food for the goblins," he ordered. He thought it was good that they responded quickly without any need to threaten the lash or actually use it. When they were headed over with food in their arms he took a walk around the perimeter with Runt. Tooth-Puller was probably right about the lack of pursuit, but when it came down to blades and blood Flayer trusted himself and Runt. So he checked.

 

[RainingHeat]

He kept them moving alright, at a pretty brisk pace. Each time any of the 3 of them slowed, the harsh sting of that corded lash sang out and striped the offending ass. But it was not lost on Lenya that, if her ass was stung, the other 2 picked up the pace as well, and she got the sense that Flayer "liked" marking her ass as he was, her surprised whimper or cry bringing a perverted grin to his features.

But for the most part, the night's travels passed with no issue, as did the day's sleep. Even though exhausted, the 2 girls were faring far better with Flayer than they had with the others, and it was obvious. Even the spark in their eyes was coming back.

The pace, thank the gods, and Flayer, was slower the next night, especially after the cramps that the girls, and even Lenya, had to deal with. But he did keep them moving. Lenya had only just looked up at the nearly full moon, noting the time in her mind, most likely just before the mid-night halfway point, when Runt stopped, and went to ground. It took Lenya a second only to realize that Flayer had to, with a soft hiss to her. She dropped as well, a thick shrub offering her some cover. The other 2 girls, not hunters at all, Lenya had at least hunted before, took another minute to stop and when turning, Lenya signaled them down, and as she stayed stilled, she lay her hand to her dagger. She'd kill anyone who tried to hurt or take the girls. She knew Flayer and Runt could well take care of themselves.

Lenya didn't recognize the bird call, but she did see the Toothy one, 4 more Goblins, and one girl being carried emerge from the shadows. Toothy looked a bit worse for wear as did the others, but they were alive, and had retrieved at least one of the girl that had been taken.

And?" Flayer asked Tooth-Puller.

"Dead. No pursuit," the goblin replied wearily.

"Is the fuckmeat hurt?" he asked.

"No."

"She'll walk then," Flayer stated. "My fuckmeat will get you food and water. We'll take an hour and then move on to the nests. You can rest there."

As Flayer spoke to Tooth-Puller, Lenya had checked the other 2 girls and then, silently, moved to kneel beside Flayer. Her instinct telling her she was going to be needed. When he took a moment to look where she may be, he found her at his side, and with a rake of claws through her hair he acknowledged his approval. She listened carefully to his instructions, she already on her feet to carry out his words.

Lenya rallied the other 2 girls, with a quick warning that she would hunt them down herself, with Runt, if they even thought about running. She probably did not have to do that, the threat of the Dorg hunting them down was enough to keep the 2 girls in line.

Dried meat, and the assortment of turnips, potatoes, and some grapes that she had found and gathered on the last trek, was brought to the other weary Goblins. And weary they were, while it was obvious the girls being near was arousing, it was even more obvious they were exhausted. Tooth-Puller, with the bloody rag over one side of his face seemed worse for wear... Lenya made sure all 5 Goblins had food and water, she then sending the girls to tend to the rescued one. "Feed her, make sure she drinks. Tend to any wounds she may have. Keep her bound, but take her off the pole... and remember" she narrowed her eyes at both of them... "Runt can and will hunt you down, and her, so do NOT get any ideas while my back is turned"... They both nodded... Lenya had to admit, Runt was a good deterrent for slaves.

Lenya, in the meantime, took 2 rags, wetting one down with water, and approached Tooth-Puller. "May I see?" she respectfully asked. She wanted to clean up any wound he may have had before any infection set in. He, was wary, but so exhausted, that he finally just nodded, and Lenya removed the dirty, bloody rag. It looked as if he had taken a claw slash pretty deep across his face. It would scar, but she figured that would almost be a "badge of honor" to him. "I'm going to clean it up, so it does not get infected" she explained, not wanting him to think she was being aggressive. His eyes roamed over her hungrily as she worked, she could feel that heated gaze, but he managed to not touch her, surprisingly. She was not sure if that was because he was exhausted and probably in some pain, or out of deference to Flayer. Mattered not to Lenya, she was more intent on cleaning the slash on his face, and.... Flayers words about a dance and .... fucking... later.... had not been lost on her.

The wound cleansed, a new bandage rag in place, she had even ground up some willow tree bark that she had collected for exactly this reason, in case it was needed, and, mixing it with a bit of water, offered it to Tooth-Puller. "It will help with any pain" she explained. She had no clue if he would trust her enough to take it, but she left it with him, if he chose to.

Flayer and Runt were checking for any stray Goblin pursuits. Lenya checked with the 2 girls. They had removed the one from the pole, she was marked, sore and a bit worse for wear, but she was sitting up and eating. Lenya checked her over.. "you can use this rag, and a bit of water, to clean her up some" she quietly instructed the other 2 girls, who nodded their understanding...

She paused.... Flayer had commanded her to dance, to motivate the other Goblins... perhaps as a reward as well, her dance and then, her pussy and mouth for their use.

The shadows were deepening as they were in the darkest part of the night. Now past the halfway point by at least an hour if not more.

She moved to the mid of the small clearing.....

<To be Continued...>

 

[RainingHeat]

In the mid of the small clearing stood a small, albeit, dead sapling of a tree, nothing more than a thin trunk. But Lenya remembered a dance she had seen, when visiting the human village near where she and her mother had lived. It was a dance done by a slave that a particular human had owned. Lenya never knew the circumstances of that ownership, but she knew that some humans did own slaves of one type or another.

Lenya moved to that thin tree trunk and lay her hands to the surface... once again, she began to hum, a deep, sultry, almost haunting sound, a song she remembered from her childhood, a song she had seen that slave dance to so long ago...

She swayed, her body undulating, side to side, long pale blonde hair caressing her bared lower back, tendrils brushing the curve of her hips. She moved around the pole tree, her hands caressing the surface, turning, she leans into it, back arching, crossing before her as if bound, lifting over her head, grasping the pole once more. Rolling her hips forward and back, she seeming to struggle with her binding to the pole... she slides slowly down, descending to her knees, arms coming forward, hands to the soft ground beneath her. Still humming the music, Lenya crawls, stalking, hunting, feline, as if searching for freedom that would not come to pass. She pauses, lifting, her gleaming eyes flow upwards, fingers trailing up her still moving form, along the glide of her torso, a tantalizing caress of breasts, sliding upwards over the curve of her throat and the sweep of her jawline, into her long golden mane, the silken tendrils coiling around the slender lengths as she laces her fingers thru, back arching as her fingers come free.

The humming is soft now, plaintive, almost soothing, a promise of freedom that would never be. Her voice deepens, the hum is as pure as honey dripping from her lips. She then straightens, arms wrapping about her form as she ascends to her feet once more, reaching out, she moves, dances, her bared feet almost seeming to not touch the ground she moves so smoothly... A twirl, a twist, her back bowing and she stepping forward, then back, her body almost serpentine in how she moves, and she is draw back to the pole at the center of where she dances.... a lithe leg lifts to wrap about it, she curling around it, snakelike, slithering, the pole is home now, is where she belongs. Lenya's eyes flow over it lovingly, followed by the touch hands, fingers and lips as she kisses the pole, twisting around it once more, back against the smooth surface, she shimmies down the length... until she is on her knees at the base... she leans into the pole... looking up as if it is Master... she turns, facing it, and with another seductive motion of hips side to side, she crawls up the pole, she offering her vulnerable back and ass to the lash that may... or may not come, her head thrown back as if to scream out....

She circles the pole one last time, wrapping a leg about it and actually spinning, her golden hair a veil of light that trails behind her. She comes to rest at the base of the pole and turns, as her humming fades quietly, Lenya crawls to Flayer, who had returned from a quick check of the perimeter, and as before, when she danced, she curled around his legs like a feline, and settled at his feet, panting slightly, her skin moist, flush from her exertions.

 

[Otto26]

When Flayer approached the three slaves they watched him apprehensively, fearfully. He motioned for the two familiar slaves to move aside. The third slave, the one retrieved from the bandits, whimpered as he grabbed her and rolled her over. His rough hands probed for injuries. He found plenty of bruises, several cuts and abrasions, and some teeth marks, but no actual injuries.

"No more lazy riding," he informed her. "Tonight you walk." He took the dark-haired slave by the arm and turned her around so a claw could trace a welt on her ass, drawing a shiver and a muffled yelp from her. "Talk to the other meat about how Flayer deals with fuckmeat that walks too slowly. Ask them how Runt deals with fuckmeat that tries to run away."

He grabbed an ankle and traced one foot onto the remains of a cloak. The second foot followed.

Then he moved off to check the perimeter. Runt saw him approaching and ambled over.

"No problems?" Flayer asked. Runt grunted. Flayer nodded. "Walk past the fuckmeat. Give them the hungry eye and lick your chops," he suggested. Runt chuckled and began a slow, almost stalk, towards the slaves. Flayer quickly cut the shoes from the cloak. He'd almost certainly have to make a new pair later, but right now he needed to get everyone moving. Runt came back and nudged his back.

"Yeah, in a minute. Lenya, Face Stabber, is going to get them nice and hard first. After that their dicks will pull them the rest of the way to the nests." Runt huffed and Flayer turned his head, Lenya had started. "Right. You and I will lead, then the fuckmeat, then the rest."

He walked over to the fuckmeat and quickly put the shoes on the new meat before reattaching the other two to their litters. Without a litter for the third one he simply bound her hands behind her and then looped the free end of the binding cord around the neck of the blue-eyed meat. It wasn't perfect, but neither of them would be running away quickly if they tried.

He approached the semi-circle of goblins slowly. They were entranced with Lenya, bewitched even, as she crawled towards them, and away from them. Every inch of her body was displayed to them, laid before their hungry gaze by her motion, presented to them by the caress of her slim fingers. She might be humming a tune, but it wouldn't have mattered if a band had been playing because every goblin could only hear the pounding of blood in their ears. It was possible they could only feel the pounding of blood in their cocks. They were all hard, a couple of them were even stroking their flesh. When her body reacted to the imaginary lash the goblins shook as if they had felt the impact themselves. Then she crawled to him, curling up at his feet, panting and flushed. The goblins looked ready to attack him, ready to challenge him so that they could throw her to the ground and take her themselves. He knew the feeling. Intimately.

His eyes on the goblins, his hand reached down to take Lenya by the hair and pull her up, onto her knees, then onto her feet. Her wet body was pressed against him, her back and her striped ass and thighs visible to the goblins. His free hand traced the line of that back down to her ass and squeezed an ass check tightly. She moaned and her body pressed more tightly to his. His hand bent her head back and to the side, baring her throat. He could hear one of the goblins growling hungrily and he pressed his teeth against her throat, just barely dimpling the skin and then his lips closed on her and he sucked hard at her skin, his rough tongue pressing against her. She moaned again, body writhing against him. He pulled his mouth away from her flesh, wetly and audibly, and his hand turned her head again and he took her mouth, his lips against hers, tongue in her mouth, her breath in his lungs as her body squirmed against his hard flesh, barely restrained by the loincloth. He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes meeting hers.

"Good girl, Lenya," he growled. His free hand pushed between their bodies, down her belly and between her legs. A finger briefly slid between her wet folds. He raised his hand to his face and inhaled with deep satisfaction and then slapped her ass hard. "Get the fuckmeat moving. Runt will lead the way," he ordered.

Lenya stumbled away from him and he locked eyes with the goblins again. "When we get to the nests," he promised. Ten eyes swung towards the fuckmeat already starting to move after the dorg and then they silently stood and began to follow after. Flayer knew what they saw, the swaying, naked asses of the fuckmeat. He knew what they smelled, or imagined they smelled, Lenya's wet cunt. He knew what they heard, the pounding blood. He knew what they felt, lust. Simple lust. There was no room in their bodies or their minds for pain or exhaustion. Only that lust that would carry them through the rest of the night.

He did a last check of their rest space, picking up or hiding any signs of their presence, before loping off after the group to get into the lead.

****

It wasn't a hard walk. He applied the lash across one of the fuckmeat early on to remind them all of the penalty for walking too slowly and didn't need to apply it thereafter. Lenya walked between the fuckmeat, talking quietly to them. He assumed she was encouraging them but paid little attention. They reached the nests a good hour before sunrise even with the goblins walking slowly.

Runt immediately gave the area a quick investigation before signalling to Flayer that we was going to check the wider perimeter. Flayer nodded and turned to address the rest of the group. Anger flared for a minute as he saw Lenya had already freed one of the slaves from her litter and, as he watched, freed the other. Together they approached the goblins sitting around, Lenya moving like a snake on legs, the other two hesitantly following her.

"Master Flayer?" The voice distracted him and he looked down to see the third slave, the new one, hesitantly kneeling next to him. "Lenya said I should come to you, master. Is that right?" she asked.

He looked away from the girl and saw Lenya kneeling before Tooth-Puller, a hand on his balls as she licked the side of his cock. As he watched, she lifted her ass and spread her legs, slowly shaking her cunt at a goblin behind her. The other two slaves seemed to be following her lead.

"Master?" the slave repeated.

"What? Yes. That's right," he answered. A goblin had moved up behind Lenya and plunged his cock into her while she continued to work her mouth and tongue along Tooth-Puller's flesh.

"Um..." he gestured for the fuckmeat to follow him, his eyes dragging away from the scene. "In here," he ordered. The fuckmeat crawled into the nest and he followed after. For a moment he considered attempting to satisfy himself with her. She would be a perfectly acceptable fuck. He probably wouldn't lose himself in her the way he did with Lenya. But... that was sort of the point, wasn't it? She wasn't Lenya. He *wouldn't* lose himself in her. And he wanted to. Oh, painful cock below how much he wanted to. He restrained the fuckmeat, hands behind her back and tied to one ankle, and arranged her as a pillow and closed his eyes. He needed to sleep until it was his watch.

 

[RainingHeat]

She was panting, catching her breath at his feet when she felt his claws entangle into her long golden mane. He urging her up, first to her knees, then to her feet, pulling her still trembling body against him. She could feel every other Goblin's stare on her, and even the other 3 slaves. The Goblin's leering was so tangible, it was almost like a physical caress slowly slithering down her heated form.

Now, Flayer drew her to him. She knew what he was doing, he was showing the others that she was his. It was his feet that she had crawled to at the end of the dance. It was his feet she had so submissively curled up at. His hand trailing down her quivering body, tracing his lash marks that marred her flesh, his pulling her head back, fangs raking her exposed and vulnerable throat, his mouth claiming the skin, her low moans of pleasure, desire, all on display for the others to witness. When he was done, his mouth having moved to lay stake to her own, kissing her deeply, as if to possess her tongue, her breath, her heartbeat, his clawed fingers easily showing the others that her heat, her moisture, her arousal was not for them, it was for him. Always for him, no matter who was using her at the time.

When he pulled from the kiss, leaving her trembling, he captured her eyes, and that, that was only for her, her and him. He wanted what was behind her eyes, that gleam, the glimmer of life that was always flickering there.

"Good girl, Lenya," he growled. His eyes still holding hers, his free hand pushed between their bodies, down her belly and between her legs. A finger briefly slid between her wet folds. He raised his hand to his face and inhaled with deep satisfaction and then slapped her ass hard. That was for all to know, her sex was for use, when he allowed.

"Get the fuckmeat moving. Runt will lead the way,"

She nodded, finally tearing her gaze away from Him and glancing over to Runt, with a soft smile to the Dorg.

All 4 of the girls, including Lenya, were now walking. The other 3 would not even dream of trying to run. Runt had seen to it they were properly terrorized simply by the look of him. At one point, when he yawned, sharpened fangs on full display, one of girls nearly passed out. It was really quite amusing to Lenya, but hell, she wouldn't want Flayer to send Runt after her either.

All 3 girls noted that Lenya had a dagger strapped to her thigh, and had observed that Flayer seemed to, almost trust her. "Flayer is different from the others" she explained. "But, you can make things easier on yourselves... You have to realize what you are. You are for their pleasure and gratification only, but you can find pleasure as well."

"But, he treats you differently. He even calls you by name"

Lenya shook her head slightly "no, I am still fuckmeat. I am not different, he is"

"Listen... I know it is not easy. But instead of resisting, instead of having to be bound and essentially raped...." she paused, trying to choose her words carefully.. "don't wait for them to use you... Go to them and find pleasure in what you are doing... If the Goblins can see you as females, living, breathing, and feeling, and not just a cunt or a mouth or an... ass"... Lenya paused at that, grateful that Flayer had taken mercy on her and kept any from taking her that way "it will be better for you, I assure you"...

They continued to walk, the sun having passed noon. Lenya felt her belly rumble a bit, she had found more grapes along the route and popped one into her mouth, she being allowed to have her hands free'd. She then gave each girl one as well, the sweetness was refreshing.

As the day wore on, she checked the rescued girl often. The girl did not talk about what the raiding Goblins had done to her, but it was apparent it was not pleasurable for her in the least and most likely worse than what this particular group had made her endure. Lenya did note slight bleeding from her sex and her ass. Not enough to be alarmed by any means, but enough to know she'd endure what was most likely a painful experience. She'd send her to Flayer when they stopped for the night. If he decided to use her, she knew he'd be better than letting the others use her. Lenya's hope was that maybe Flayer would let her rest instead, but that was only a hope. It would still be better for the girl to be with him for the night.

The last piece of advice she gave the girls, as the shadows began to lengthen and Runt came to a stop before them was "once we are settled, approach the Goblins first. Don't make them come to you and use you. Go to them with the idea of finding your own pleasure in... satisfying them"...

Lenya turned to the rescued girl.. reaching to brush a dark tendril of her hair from her face with the softest touch of her fingertip... "you, specifically, go to Flayer. Kneel at his feet and tell him you were told to go to him. You will do whatever he desires, do you understand?" The girl nodded, albeit hesitantly. "But you... are".... Lenya lay her finger to the girl's quivering lips "I go where he tells me and he has commanded I pleasure the others." The girl nodded....

To Be Continued...

 

[RainingHeat]

As night fell, they reached the next stopping point. Lenya paused to look upward, the sky was clear, just dark enough for the stars to begin to show. For a moment, the briefest of moments, she herself wished she could just service and pleasure Flayer. Not the others. But that was not his wish for this night. She had enticed Goblins to walk, without protest. It was time for the reward. And that was her, and the other 2.

She wasted no time in freeing the other 2 girls from their litters. She and the other 3 took only a sip of water each, it had not been a particularly hot walk, so that was all that was needed, she then sent the rescued girl to Flayer. Of course she had not even given him an inkling of what she was thinking, so she hoped he would just well, go with it. She then nodded to the other 2 girls.

They looked a little unsure, so Lenya simply leaned in and whispered "follow my lead"... She decided, on her own, to pleasure Tooth-Puller. He still pretty much creeped her out with the chain of pulled teeth, several new bloodied ones added, but he had been the Leader of this traveling pack of Goblins and had retrieved at least one of the stolen girls and killed the rest of the Raiding Goblins, or so she assumed, he was, outside of Flayer now, the next in charge.

Approaching the Goblin, she lowered to her knees, and as he watched, almost mesmerized that she actually was coming TO him, not staked down, not forced via a leash or collar or leather switch. In fact, he could see Flayer was across the clearing, with one of the other girls at his feet.

Tooth-Puller's eyes never left Lenya once she had so slowly, fluidly, lowered to her knees before him. His cock, still hard from the dance she had done, seemed to stiffen even more as he grunted. Running her fingertips along the length, she caressed him, slowly, deliberately, following the soft stroking of her hand with the wet glide of her tongue. She took her time, licking along the shaft of his cock, from the head to the root, until his cock was soaking wet from her tongue. Slowly she took the entire length into the warmth of her mouth, sucking him deep to the back of her throat. Her bare hips were up, thighs parted, her pink, moist sex open and it took only a moment for another of the Goblins, and Lenya did not know who, to shove his thick cock into the dark, moist invitation of her sex. As the Goblin behind her rocked his hips almost violently, she swallowed Tooth-Puller's cock in tandem. The whole of her naked body shuddering and shaking, she felt Toothy's claws entangle into her long, pale golden hair, gripping head to guide her further down onto his length.

The other 2 girls, blue eyes was on her back, having been flipped there by the Goblin she was servicing, and that Goblin was ramming his hips and body into hers, his fanged mouth eagerly sucking on one large tit, pulling hungrily at the reddened nipple. She was crying out, her body writhing hard on the grass. The other slave, the petite girl with the darker hair, was also being ridden from behind, the Goblin taking her being a bit taller than perhaps was the norm, he was bent over her, pounding her hard and reaching around to clamp his clawed hands on both breasts and holding, the tips of his claws breaking the skin, thin rivulets of blood lacing along the curve...

It was not long before the Goblin fucking Lenya raked her hips with his claws as he seated himself deep in the searing hot sheath of her sex and, with a growling groan, he began to empty himself within her, his cock spasming and convulsing inside her, thick ropes of his seed filling her, flooding her, and spilling out around his shaft as he slowly pulled himself free from her tight, wet grasp. The sensation made Lenya moan, the sound a desire laced purring, her mouth vibrating over Tooth-Puller's cock. The rippling moving down his shaft and over his balls, which she was massaging with one hand. She heard him growl, felt his claws tighten within her golden mane and he was cumming, his cock twisting and shaking in her mouth as her throat struggled to swallow. But it was a loosing gamble for Lenya, and his seed spilled out from her lips as he pulled back with a satisfied chuckle. Leaving her with her head hanging down, and cum dripping from both sets of lips.

By the time the Goblins were finally sated, Lenya and the other 2 girls were exhausted. She herded the 2 girls to the nest Flayer was asleep in, and, having watched how he had done it, she secured them for sleeping, offering each a drink from the water skins first. She took a deep drink of the cool water as well, before crawling into where Flayer slept, comforted against the other slave. Both were asleep. She curled herself up close by and fell asleep almost instantly.

 

[Otto26]

Flayer registered the entry of the Lenya and the two slaves but, since they weren't a threat, he went immediately back to sleep. It was only after Runt woke him for his turn on guard that he had time to consider the issue. The other goblins weren't going to appreciate his 'claim' to all of the fuckmeat. He'd have to do something about that. Fortunately, his watch gave him ample time to consider the situation as he quietly stalked through the encampment. The goblins had all gone to ground in nests and left little trace of their presence. He removed the last traces and looked out across the plain to the north. The trees of the forest were done and a sea of scrubby grass punctuated by the occasional clump of low bushes were what awaited them. There was a watering hole at the end of the next night of travel, which was good because they'd drink the last of the water before heading out. He started to ponder how to distribute the food and then forced himself to stop thinking about it; when Tooth-Puller woke up the caravan, what remained of it, would be his. Unless Flayer challenged him. But he had no interest in that.

His mind turned to Lenya. He definitely had an interest in her. But how was he going to keep her? He couldn't keep her on his own, even with Runt. Surviving on the plains without the support of a band was possible, but only for a little while; eventually you lost that game. With fuckmeat, even Lenya? They'd be hunted down by the first band that caught sight of her. They couldn't live in the elf lands, of course. The human lands, perhaps. But they had some sort of relationship with Great Dart. Either Great Dart's men would find them or the humans would tell Great Dart where they were or, worse, hand them over. There were other territories beyond, but Flayer had insufficient knowledge of those. So he had to shelter in Great Dart's lair. Which meant he had to sell Lenya.

If that was the case then it would be best to make her too valuable for some wandering band to purchase. She'd have to go to a lair. Which would make it more difficult to steal her, but would make it more likely that she would survive long enough for him to steal her. He gave this thought some consideration. She was willing fuckmeat. He'd have to demonstrate that somehow at the sale. That meant he had to do the sale and not leave that to Tooth-Puller or whoever acted for Great Dart at the trading post. He'd have to get Tooth-Puller on his side. He could do that. And he'd know where she was going so that would make it easier to find her.

It wasn't possible to plan for her theft. He was assuming she wouldn't resist him. That was a big assumption and it made him nervous because he was certain it was correct and couldn't, for the life of him, explain why it was correct. He had little experience with willing fuckmeat but he understood that they simply wanted to crawl to goblin cock. Any goblin. He'd seen Lenya with the others. Willing, yes. But when she was with him there was... more. He didn't understand that. Which meant, as a goblin, that he feared it. Unlike a goblin, however, he also craved it. He cut off the line of thought with the mental equivalent of a blade. Understanding might help, but wasn't necessary. He wanted Lenya and he was going to take her. He needed to figure out how to keep her.

Take her back to Great Dart's lair? That had to happen. But how was he going to keep her once they arrived? She would be his loot, sort of. That gave him a start. He'd need Great Dart's support. Stab-Gut's support. Had they sent Lenya away because she was a threat? If that was the case how could he make her less of a threat? Take her to the human lands? He could serve Great Dart in the human lands with Lenya and Runt. She'd be less of a threat there and he'd still have the protection of Great Dart. It might work. If Great Dart supported him. He'd done good work on this caravan. He'd get a good price for Lenya at the sale. But he needed to get a great price for her. And he needed Tooth-Puller on his side.

The sun was touching the horizon when he finished his deliberations. He rose from his hiding place and went to the lair and shook Lenya awake. It didn't take much to wake her and he respected that. "Wake the meat," he ordered. "Get them up and water and feed them."

Runt raised his head. "You too, Runt. I want them to see you up and on guard when they wake up." The dorg nodded and yawned massively before crawling out.

Flayer checked the litters and Lenya's harness while she led the sleepy fuckmeat out of the lair and took care of their evening routine. She brought them over when she was done and Flayer had them kneel in a line next to the supplies.

"You stay with me," he instructed Lenya. "Slightly behind me and to my left. You're my backup. I don't expect a fight this evening but I want them to understand that you're mine."

He woke Tooth-Puller by tossing a few small rocks into the nest. The goblin emerged, bleary-eyed and, apparently, a little stiff.

"The fuckmeat are ready to go when you are, Tooth-Puller," Flayer said.

The goblin regarded Flayer suspiciously, eyes taking in the armed Lenya adjacent to him. "Not going to challenge me?" he asked.

"We both work for Great Dart," Flayer replied. "He put you in charge and you've been very competent."

"Meaning you'd challenge me if you thought I wasn't competent?" Tooth-Puller pursued.

Flayer shrugged. "I'd serve Great Dart to the best of my ability," he replied.

Tooth-Puller nodded noncommittally. "Ok. Get the rest of these fuckers up and we'll move after we eat. How much water do we have?"

"Not enough. We'll drink it all and we'll be thirsty until we get to the water."

"You've been there?"

Flayer nodded. "I came south on this route."

"The trading post?"

"I avoided it," Flayer replied. "I wasn't in a band and didn't want to risk any trouble."

Tooth-Puller's gaze shifted slightly as he reconsidered Flayer in light of this information. "The fuckmeat can walk?"

Flayer nodded. "They're ready when we are. I kept them under guard in a nest last night so everyone could sleep. I don't know what you want to do with them after tonight."

"Meaning you're being careful not to lay any sort of claim to them and you want to be very clear about this to me and the rest so we don't start to think you're trying to take over?"

Flayer nodded again. "Face-Stabber didn't think it would be a problem," he explained.

"If she's got a goblin name she'd better learn to think like a goblin," Tooth-Puller commented. It was, for a goblin, a remarkably tolerant and helpful remark. Flayer nodded his agreement but remained silent. "Wake them up," Tooth-Puller ordered.

Flayer, followed by Lenya, began walking from nest to nest, rousting out tired goblins.

It took half an hour for everyone to finish their evening routine and for the caravan to get moving. Tooth-Puller put two of the goblins in the lead, several more on the flanks, the fuckmeat in the middle, and Flayer and Runt in back. It was a calculated slight, intended to put Flayer into his place and demonstrate that Tooth-Puller was fully in control again. Flayer didn't mind. Not much. He bridled a little but he understood the necessity and his quiet acceptance helped to build his reputation and, most importantly, cemented his relationship with Tooth-Puller. It also meant he got to stare at naked fuckmeat asses. Which was a mixed blessing. On the bright side, he was looking forward to easing his pain with Lenya in the morning. There was a pool of water at the next stopping point and he could picture Lenya washing herself, water dripping down her torso and limbs, sliding between her legs. He remembered the feel of her cunt on his tongue and the way her scent and taste filled his world, and he shook himself out of the dream and gave the binding cord a few whistles through the air to focus himself as much as to remind the fuckmeat that it was there.

The fuckmeat tended to cluster together, occasionally darting glances around. One of them looked at Lenya and angled over towards her.

"How do you manage it?" the dark-haired fuckmeat quietly asked Lenya. "Do you actually enjoy it?"

 

[RainingHeat]

"Face-Stabber didn't think it would be a problem,"

Lenya had listened to the entire conversation, carefully observing Tooth-Puller's body language and actions. She was fully prepared to be Flayer's backup. She'd kill if she had to, she had already. But the thought still caught her a bit off guard. Why would she kill for a Goblin that had captured and enslaved her? For the plan? Or was it more than that?

"If she's got a goblin name she'd better learn to think like a goblin"

She was not exactly sure what that meant. But she would have to ponder on that later. They needed to get moving. Once they were all up and fed, and watered, they were off into the shadows again. Lenya had to admit she missed walking during the daylight. Seeing the sun glinting off the trees, admiring the multi-colors of the wildflowers in the fields that they passed, seeing deer or rabbits frolicking, just seeing the light and shadows playing on the grass.

It was the sharp sound of the leather binding cord cutting thru the night air that brought her out of that particular daydream and back to the here and now. She glancing over to the other 3 girls, stepping back slightly to ensure they were ok, and that the rescued one could keep up. She'd been right about Flayer, he had not used the girl, other than for a pillow for his head. She wasn't all that sure why, and that question did circle around her mind a few times. She refused to believe that even a Goblin like Flayer would limit himself to just one, but then again, didn't Dart do that? There were stories that Dart never indulged with another, only Safi. She fed his every need.

"How do you manage it?" the dark-haired fuckmeat quietly asked Lenya. "Do you actually enjoy it?"

Lenya turned her crystal clear eyes to look just slightly downward, to the dark-haired girl now walking beside her. She was not really sure how to answer that. No one enjoyed being enslaved, at least most did not. And what happened to the girls, females, when captured and enslaved by Goblins was, for the most part not a pleasant experience. Lenya had seen, only a glimpse, the stable where several girls were chained down, nothing more than holes, mouths, pussy, and ass if one so desired, for use.

That could have been her, and she knew that now. She had completely overlooked what being captured and enslaved by the Goblins really was all about. It was a misjudgment that could have easily cost her, well her life, or at least caused a life of immeasurable suffering. Lenya had heard the stories, but like most, she had thought, or assumed, that the stories had been enhanced, had been embellished, perhaps more like ghost stories of old, meant to scare. She knew now that it could be a horrifying life for a female and was for many. She, somehow, had been lucky, if one would want to call it that, that Flayer had been one of the Goblins to capture her. Maybe much like Safi and her being captured by Dart. She did not want to lead this poor girl on, because she had no idea what was going to happen to any of them once sold. At least she had her plan. As long as the gods looked favorably upon her and she was sold directly to Great-Pike. Lenya knew that the mark she bore was different from what the other girls had been carved with. She knew that her mingled blood was considered rare and valuable. She knew that many wanted what Dart had, and she was as close to that, for the moment, that there was.

But she also knew, there was the chance, until she killed Great-Pike and escaped, that her existence would turn to as miserable as the others, once Flayer was no longer in control.

Lenya realized that this was something she had not anticipated, and, to be honest, she did not want to think about.

"Only with Flayer" she answered honestly. "Not with the others"... She was ready for the "why" question..."Do not ask me why. I am not sure I can even answer that. The first time, in Great-Dart's lair, he commanded that I look at him. When my eyes met his, the fear, and the pain of what was happening, faded, not completely, but... it just.." she stopped there. She could not really explain it, not even to herself.

"All I can tell you is... if lucky, you are sold to a Goblin whom you can please, and still find your own pleasure. For me, I will miss that with Flayer. Once I am sold, that is gone for me and I will never be able to get that back. But that is my worry..." Lenya patted the girl gently on the shoulder, almost like a big sister.

But the conversation had gotten her thinking along a line she had not wanted to think about, and that was, not being with Flayer or Runt once they made it North....

 

[Otto26]

The walk was easy in comparison to the previous two nights. Tooth-Puller steered an easy course, with less cover than Flayer would have liked, but it made for a fast walk without much need to go up and down the little draws that cut through the terrain. The meat moved well, mindful of the lash and encouraged by Lenya. The only difficulty of the march, for Flayer, was that he had a very clear view of Lenya moving ahead of him. Her harness was emptied of the water skins so she moved lightly and gracefully. She wasn't a wolf. Goblins moved liked wolves, stalking and padding and trotting. Lenya moved more like prey. A deer, perhaps. But like a deer that was stalking something. It was diverting to watch, but difficult to categorize. Much like the fuckmeat herself.

He still hadn't puzzled out her plan because he'd given up trying. He had his plan and her plan could go to hell. He'd put a collar on her and walk her into Great Dart's lair and claim her as his own and nothing was going to get in the way of that. Which meant ensuring she sold for a high price and went to a lair. Probably Great Pike's lair. The old bastard controlled the nearest lair and was raiding into the human and elf lands. More the latter than the former; the humans had an arrangement with Great Dart and goblins hunted goblins in the human lands. He'd have the most funds and a half-breed, willing fuckmeat... Yes, he'd want her badly. His own Stab-Gut.

His eye was drawn by another movement, Lenya helping one of the other fuckmeat lift the end of a drag litter over an obstacle. She always tried to help the fuckmeat. How had she known he wouldn't fuck the new meat last night? He growled lightly, expressing his discomfort with the level of understanding she seemed to have. In other circumstances he might have actually acted with some violence to assert his control over her. But whatever manipulation of him she might be undertaking, it only led to his collar on her neck and his cock in her cunt while she surrendered everything to him in a trembling, moaning, obeisance. He shook the vision out his eyes and refocused. He could use her care for the fuckmeat to help raise her price. He grinned. She'd dance to a different tune at the sale. It would even raise the price of the other fuckmeat.

Tooth-Puller stopped them when they reached the nesting site and Flayer took a moment to take stock of the situation. He had nothing more to do at this point; it was Tooth-Puller's job now and Flayer didn't even have to stand a watch tonight. Which meant... He found Lenya, hovering between him and the fuckmeat, her body language screaming her internal struggle. She wanted to help the fuckmeat, but knew there was little she could do. He whistled to catch her attention and gestured to his feet. She paused and then turned and trotted towards him. Behind her, he saw the blue-eyed fuckmeat grab a goblin by his dick and rub her breasts against his arm. He grunted in approval; the fuckmeat were learning. Good. He'd use that.

Lenya knelt quickly before him, her head level with the flesh straining against his loincloth. "Master?" she asked. He was going to use that, too. And there was no point to hiding that.

"I'm going to use you," he informed her. "You're going to dance on my cock until one of us passes out," he added. Mentally he added 'And I finally get to fully sate me desire for you.' He leered broadly at her and pointed off to the West. "The water is that way, and if you aren't scrubbing yourself in it by the time I arrive then your first screams of the day will be from my lash," he promised, and let the cord swing back and forth.

 

[RainingHeat]

"I'm going to use you," he informed her. "You're going to dance on my cock until one of us passes out"

"The water is that way, and if you aren't scrubbing yourself in it by the time I arrive then your first screams of the day will be from my lash," he promised, and let the cord swing back and forth.

"Yes... Master Flayer"

Lenya had thought she heard water, a bit distance, certainly not right on the path they had been traveling, but she heard it, could scent that fresh aroma of moisture, of flowering plants that so often grew close to water, lightly dancing in the night air as they walked. He did not have to command twice, and there would be no worry about being lashed. Bathing was a luxury she knew she would not get nearly as often as she liked, and she was going to take advantage of it.

For a brief moment, 2 thoughts flashed through her mind. She wished she could bring the other girls with her. They desperately needed to bathe. But that was not her call and she realized it was no longer Flayer's call either, now that the Toothy One was back in charge. She could already hear the tell tail moans of one girl being used. But this time, the sound was different, it was not the desperate, frightened, or painful groans that had been the norm, it was more pleasurable, more relaxed, at least to some degree. The other thought that twisted and turned in her head was the fact that the water was well out of sight of Flayer or Runt, who was patrolling the perimeter. She was unbound, armed, and he trusted her to do as he... commanded. The thing was, running, never even crossed her mind. But what was really twisting in her mind was, was she not running because of her plan or was she not running because of... Flayer...

She easily found the small pond, fed by a trickling waterfall, northwest of where they were bedding down for the day. It was small, sparse, and when she stepped into the pool, the water was ice cold. A shiver raced up her spine, bringing goosebumps along her skin. "Must be fed from snowmelt north of here" she surmised to herself, dipping her hands within and taking a long, cool, much needed drink. The refreshing water easily washing the taste of the Toothy One out of her mouth and throat.

Lenya then went to work cleansing herself. Delicate wet fingers massage gently over each of her breasts, nipples reddened from the water's cold touch.. down over the soft, flat plane of her belly, the curve of her hips, and with a soft, almost inaudible moan, her slender lengths dip within the folds of her pussy, as she let the water wash away her use from the night prior... it felt so good, she feeling a delicious tremble coil it's way through her.

Submerging finally, she broke the surface a moment later, with a sputter, shaking her head, wet golden tendrils whipping about her naked body in a dripping sunlight colored veil.

It was then she felt eyes on her. Could hear the deepening breathing. Lenya stood stock still, the water lapping gently at the supple curve of her ass, droplets playing languidly down her skin, along that ass curve, the smooth surface of her back, clinging to her breasts, a drop kissing a nipple. She let him just drink her in as she stood there, before she turned her crystal gaze to his. He was more than aroused, she could see every muscle in his body, taut, ready to pounce, his fangs showing, his eyes on fire...

Lenya slowly walked through the water toward him, she swayed, undulated, every surface of her glistened in the sunlight that danced over her naked form...

 

[Otto26]

Lenya's slow approach felt more like a challenge or a threat than a surrender and the reflex to fight layered on top of his monumental desire and he felt his control draining away and grasped at furiously while a small part of him, that little observer deep in his psyche, laughed at him losing control to his own fuckmeat.

He took two fast steps forward, grabbing her hair and twisting, pulling her quickly to the shore and throwing her at the ground. His hands roughly turned her to her back, claws marking her wet flesh. He would take her screaming surrender and make her helpless fuckmeat! Her flesh and pleasure would serve his pleasure! Chest pounding he knelt above her, his eyes meeting hers and his soul promised all of this and then he lowered his head between her splayed legs, his mouth roughly kissing her cunt. His tongue laved her folds and then snaked between them to taste more deeply. His hands reached up to her breasts and roughly grabbed them, pushing down on her torso to pin her to the ground as his mouth worked at stripping away her control.

 

[RainingHeat]

His eyes locked into hers, demanding she look at him, that she surrender, submit to him. Thrown to her back, her breath knocked from her in a harsh gasp. And he was on her, keeping her gaze captive as he lowered down her body, until he was positioned between her splayed thighs.. it was only then he looked away, his attention going to her delicate, wet, and despite the cold of the water, warm sex. At the feel of his tongue pushing into the heated, moist, wanton depths of her, Lenya's gaze rolled up to the sun filled sky and then back, her body bucking, her hips rocking, to his invasion. She dug her fingers into the grass as she wildly writhed and twisted, he easily holding her in place despite her body undulating, slithering like a snake, her desire, heat, sensations, all swirling around her and inside her...

He feasted on her, seemingly determined to make her scream, cry, moan, and most importantly, call out to him. Her hips, her body, dancing on that grass to his mouth, wanting, needing to feel his tongue delve deeper. Her need to open to him, her want of his touch, his tongue, his cock, her desire flashing through her in waves, all driving her into the throes of passion under his manipulation.

Her keening cries echoed around the small pond, mingling with the sound of the water tumbling over the falls...

"Flayer.... Ohhh gods..... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh GODDDDDDDDSSS.... FLAYERRRRRRRRRRR" her body and even her soul surrendering to what he was doing to her.. she called out to him, begging, pleading, losing all control. Lenya wondered for one moment in the midst of his taking her with his mouth, if the others ever called out the name of the Goblin fucking them? She could not recall ever hearing that, did that even happen? It was a very.... intimate... thing to do...

That, and cumming for the one you were crying out for, and that is exactly what Lenya did, she careening into her orgasm, the sensation crashing over her, the silken folds of her pussy quivering, the walls of her sex contracting, sweet honeyed juices flowing for him, to taste, to feed off her.....