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

[Otto26]

Lenya's body writhed beneath the lash of his tongue and he applied it mercilessly, even artlessly, as he devoured her. His tongue roughly laved every inch of her, every fold, and pressed into her hot depths. He growled in satisfaction as she began to call out to him and his tongue found her sweet, sensitive spot and brutally caressed it and then she was screaming his name while her body shook and his clawed hands on her soft breasts held her captive. Hungrily he pursued her surrender, pushing her past the orgasm, ignoring her whimpering protests, and her attempts to inch away from his tongue, lashing her cunt with his rough flesh, while shivers shook her body. She filled his senses, the taste, smell, sight, and sound of her combining in a sensory vortex that threatened to drown him. This time, though, he swam straight into it, defiant and unafraid, confident that he would conquer her. Feeding at her pussy like a predator at a kill he felt the tremors of her body increase again and relentlessly pushed her into a new orgasm, her body bucking against his hands, her thighs pressing hard against his arms as he held her open and exposed, defenseless.

When her climactic screams had again passed into helpless whimpers he paused, his mouth less than an inch from her and inhaled deeply, daring the vortex to take him, but it did not. Again he inhaled. And again. And she spread her thighs wider, lifting her hips towards him, seeking again for the lash, and he laughed and released her bruised breasts, kneeling upright between her legs and flipping her over. His cock pressed wetly against an ass check as she tried to reposition herself, to place her cunt against his cock. Still chuckling, he ignored her efforts and brought her arms behind her back, binding them together. She lowered her head to the ground and spread her legs, exposing her pussy and asshole to him, her ass gently swaying.

Flayer stood and stepped away from her, sitting down to one side where she could see him. He crooked a finger at her. "Come dance on my cock, Lenya," he growled.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

She was left, shattered. Her body trembling, glistening with a sheen of heated moisture from her wild thrashing as she orgasmed, twice. Her voice, a harsh whisper from her keening calls of his name, of her submission, of her surrender to him, her breath ragged as she panted, desperate for the cooler air around her to soothe her raw and burning throat, to saturate her enflamed lungs...

She lay, head down, hands bound, hips up, on the grass, exposed and vulnerable to him, yet she heard him shift his position, and turning her head to the sound, she saw him settle on the soft grass next to her, crooking a long clawed finger, "Come dance on my cock, Lenya," he growled. Lenya, not Fuckmeat!

She lifted herself slowly, even with her arms bound behind her back, her body moved fluidly, with the grace of the dancer that she obviously was, to her knees, he was close enough she did not need to get to her feet, instead shifting her body to straddle over his lap. This was not something she had expected, she had never seen this with any of the others. Maybe it was something they did and she had just never witnessed it, she was not sure, but it didn't matter, this was what Flayer wanted.

Lenya locked her crystal clear gaze into his dark, expressive eyes, as she lifted her hips and languidly caressed her soaking, dripping folds of her sex against the bulbous head of his cock, the moisture easily coating him, warm, thick, slick, droplets lacing down the shaft to his balls. With a low moan, Lenya descended leisurely, taking the length of his cock into the sheath of her pussy inch by inch, letting him feel the muscular walls curl around him as she sank down upon him.. until he was fully hilted inside her trembling body. Lenya's eyes never left his, and as deep as his cock was engulfed in the depths of her, he was equally as deep within her eyes, as if penetrating her very soul.

Slowly she began a undulating rhythm of rolling and lifting and sliding back down, her body quivering with each motion, the muscles within her now opening and closing around his cock with each movement, wetness flowing, walls clutching, rippling, massaging the surface of his shaft, the head hitting hard against the back at the very entrance to her womb with every deep penetration inside, her desire spilling out around his embedded member, soaking him, rivulets flowing down the surface of his cock and coating his balls..

Her body rocked, her skin flush with heat, a pretty pinkened color. Each motion swaying her breasts before him, lightly bouncning, her nipples swollen, reddened from his clawed hands, her bared throat reddened with the fire of her inner lust, long golden veil of her mane cascading over her shoulders and back, the sun highlighting the shine thru the flickering shadows of the trees and leaves swaying in the breeze that surrounded them...

Her voice, the sound came from the very core of her, a purring, keening moan that accented her deepening breathing... whispering... begging... "Flayerrr...Mmmmm Flayerrrrrrrr"

 

[Otto26]

Flayer was growling continuously, each breath rumbling through his belly and throat. Lenya's body danced upon his, exactly as he had commanded. He was in no condition to think, let alone ponder whether his control of her, her desire to serve him, or the feeling of her body wrapped around his flesh pleased him more. Excited him more. His eyes were locked on hers because she was opening herself to him. He saw that. Knew it. Felt it. She'd opened her body to him, opened it to others as he had commanded, but this.... the legs of her soul were opened to him, offered up to him. No goblin had ever plundered this prize. Or had they? Visions of Great Dart and Stab-Gut, of willing fuckmeat reaching out to their masters, flashed through his mind. Was this the great secret of Great Dart's lair? Had he been sent to learn this?

A squeeze of Lenya's cunt seized his attention. Had she seen his mind wander? Had she pulled him back to her? His hands pushed up her thighs and held her hips, careful not to interrupt her dance. They rose up her flanks to her breasts and she leaned into them, pressing her soft flesh against his palms. He continued up to her throat. She leaned her head back at the first touch of his fingers, exposing her throat to him. His hungry growl was almost a moan of pleasure. He seized her neck and pulled her down atop him, his tongue penetrating her mouth in exactly the same way that his cock penetrated her pussy. And she reacted in the same way, sucking at his tongue, opening her lips, squirming. He broke the long, wet kiss and pushed on her breasts, forcing her vertical again, and then his hands slid down to her hips and held on tight as he thrust up hard, physically lifting her body with each thrust, her breasts bouncing.

His growl rose to a low howl as he emptied into her and his seed bubbled at the join of their flesh and squirted out with each thrust and he rode through the glorious climax without stopping. His hand rose again to Lenya's hair and he pulled her down so he could take a shaking breast in his mouth while her hips continued to dance and he sought the greater game of another orgasm. One of them would fail, eventually, and while he was determined that it be her, he didn't much care if it was him.

 

[RainingHeat]

As deep as he was lost in her eyes, she was lost in his. Her body knew what to do, to find the pleasure that she sought, to bring the pleasure that he sought. Her pussy dripping wet, the tightness grasping him as he moved her atop him, matching her rhythmic rocking with his own, the heat wound around them, the scent of their sex seemed to hang in the air. Lenya, had allowed herself to delve deep into the Goblin's gaze. As much as he saw that spark of life, that gleam of intelligence, that fire to survive in her own, she saw the same in his. The Hunter that had managed to tame a Dorg, the Fighter that had kept himself and that Dorg alive, His cunning in his handling of the whole situation with the trek up north, let alone her capture and his surviving on his own. She knew, or at least thought she knew, that he was seeking to become a member of Great-Dart's lair. She could see why, as far as Lenya was concerned, Flayer was just as intelligent and cunning at Great-Dart himself...

Wait, did that make her his version of Safi? The half-blood that was so loyal to Great-Dart? Was she that loyal to Flayer? She had killed for him, when they were attacked. She had worked with the other girls to better present them for selling and keep control of them when the other Goblins were hunting down the attackers, she had danced at his command and pleased the others, the 2nd time willingly, at his command...

Her thoughts suddenly came to a halt when her body, the muscled walls of her pussy, spasmed around his still thrusting cock, and her keening cries increased, in both volume and intensity. His touch, clawed hands roaming wantonly up her body, the curve of her hips, the length of her lean torso, gripping her breasts possessively, and still her eyes stayed within his, offering, submitting, opening to him... until his claws raked along her bared throat. It was then that her eyes rolled back with a deepening moan, her head falling back to show her throat, bare her throat to him, as if begging for a collar, his collar, to encircle it, to coil tightly around that slender column, to claim her..

He pulling her down to him, his mouth taking hers, as deeply and urgently as his cock was ramming up and into her sex. His long serpentine tongue delving into her throat, Lenya melted into the kiss, her tongue seeking the warmth of his mouth, feeling the sharpened fangs and tasting her own sweetness that still lingered... her whimpering moans fed to him to devour...

Moments later, as she again straightened on him, his claws grasping her hips as he lunged upwards and into her, the entire of her form now shuddering with every hard, vicious pistoning of his own hips, his cock impaling her over and over again, she felt her climax shatter, breaking through her quaking body in cascading waves of pleasure, desire, heat, lust, hunger, need, all careening along every blood vessel, every nerve ending, Lenya throwing back her head and screaming out, only to be overshadowed by Flayer's deep, furious howl that burst forth as his cock convulsed, twisted, within the seizing sheath of her sex... She felt every jet of his thick seed, pouring out of him as his balls emptied, flooding her and spilling out as he continued to take her, not letting her rest, not allowing her a respite, he drawing out her own orgasm.. he keeping her anchored upon his cock with a heated, deep seated growling.. words could not come for her, it appeared words could not come for him either as he plundered her sex again and again...

Lenya's ragged breathing became harsh, her body flush with heat. He pulling her down, his mouth claiming a breast, her eyes met his again until she lowered her head, her cries, whimpers, moans of pleasure whispered into his ear... she managing to speak now... "Flayer..... Oh godss..... Flayer... what... is it you want .. from me... my passion... my desire.... my heart.... my soul... my submission... my body...... me.... you... want ... me......"

 

[Otto26]

She was speaking to him, moaning words into his ear as if he was still capable of rational thought, as if he wasn't drowning in her sex and his desire and pulling her down with him. Two words penetrated the roaring waters of lust: "want" "me". Those words fit in with the lust, merged with his desire. He did want her. All of her. He wanted her crawling to his cock because he commanded it. He wanted her crawling to his cock because she desired it. He wanted her sharp and obedient by his side. He wanted her screaming and helpless beneath him. The thought became action without any decision-making portion of his brain becoming involved.

He rolled her over, mouth pulling away from her breast with a wet popping sound and he slammed hard into her and remained there, the tip of his cock circling her cervix, his abdomen pressed against hers as she ground her clitoris against him. One hand grasped her ass, clawed fingers pressing her up against him. His other hand grasped her hair, roughly pulling back to tilt her head up and expose her throat. He licked the soft flesh of her neck, all the way up to her ear, and growled "Mine" at her as he came again. His mind retreated and, almost from a distance, he experienced the sensation of his body shooting into hers and he claimed her in the most primal fashion possible.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Mine"

That was all it took, growled from the depths of a Goblin who was atop her, who was deeply buried inside her, whose tongue had tasted her sex, her breast, her throat, who now laid claim to her with one word... "Mine"...

Lenya threw her head back, her back bucking up and off the grass, her legs lifting to anchor around his hips as her body exploded with her orgasm, matching his for intensity, her slick fluids flooding into the cavern of her sex, that was filled with his cock, spilling over and around his twisting, spurting, spasming length...her pussy grinding against his pelvis.. The waves flowed over her, until her ragged breathing and deep, lusty moans were all the sounds she could make... her body shook, she was weakened, spent, panting under the body of the Goblin whose cock still dripped his seed inside her, never mind what flowed out to soak the ground under her.

For the first time, Lenya began to fear what would happen once she was sold. Really fear what she would face, not having Flayer or Runt to.. almost.. count on. She doubted she'd even find another Goblin like Flayer, outside of Dart. And she'd heard the rumblings of the brutality of this particular Lair, and of Great-Pike. As she lay there, barely able to move, under Flayer... His cock still buried inside her, she made a promise to herself that she'd kill Great-Pike at the first chance she could and get out....

But would she go back to Flayer? It was not lost on her that a quiet voice deep inside her mind said yes... even if she denied that voice....

 

[Otto26]

He lay atop her, sweating, panting, teetering on the edge of the dehnar as every subtle movement of her cunt, every little suggestion of writhing hips, every soft, residual moan threatened to kick him into that pit. He moved his mouth to hers, lips connecting, tongue tasting. The kiss was entirely unlike the ruthless plundering of moments before and expressed his satisfaction with her. Not for the fuck, although, that was part of it. His satisfaction with *her*. He'd never been satisfied so the emotion was new to him. New should have meant fear and anger, for a goblin. But he didn't feel that. What he felt was a determination to keep that satisfaction, to hoard it like a jewel. But that wouldn't work. If he stole the jewel now it would be buried in the ground within weeks. No, he'd stick to his plan. And he'd wear his jewel proudly, parading it before other goblins to excite their envy. The thought made him... smile.

He pushed himself up and looked around. The sun was rising and the day was becoming painfully bright. One of the fuckmeat, under the eyes of suspicious goblin, was filling containers with water and watching Flayer and Lenya. She looked away as his eyes caught her gaze and then, slowly, looked back, boldly staring. Flayer laughed.

"Up, Lenya," he gently commanded, slipping slowly out of her and rising with his hand in her hair 'helping' her to her feet. He led her into the water and began washing her, hands scooping water up over her body and vigorously rubbing it off. He paid particular attention to her sex and ass, scrubbing the sticky seed off and out of her. He could have removed the restraint from her wrists and ordered her to clean herself, but he found her unutterably desirable when she was bound in this fashion. Desirable? Beautiful? Beauty was not a goblin concept. Well crafted was. But he thought that she was beautiful and the restraints made her more so.

When her body was clean he did his best to clean her hair. He pushed her to her knees in the water and the tip of a claw rapped firmly on her head when he thought he saw her begin to move towards the cock dangling in front of her face. He combed his claws through her wet strands and then tightly braided it, weaving it in a complex pattern more typically used to weave wire. It took almost twenty minutes and the sun was rising above the horizon and his eyes hurt by the time he was finished. He dunked into the water and scrubbed hard at his body and then led them to the shore. He slung his belt and weapons around Lenya's neck and clicked with his tongue to indicate she should follow him.

Runt was napping outside the entrance to a nest and lifted his head when he saw them approaching. When he saw he'd caught Flayer's eye he crawled into the nest. Flayer pushed Lenya in before him and, with a last, squinting look around the camp, followed her in. It was snug, with room to sit upright but not stand and it was clean. It was also close to the trading post. Two more nights of walking. One more day in a nest. And then Lenya would be displayed for sale and gone. The thought filled him with rage and... loneliness. He wanted to say something but didn't know the words and wouldn't have been able to get them past the constriction in his throat if he had. He didn't want to talk. So he gagged the fuckmeat with his cock and lay back and tried to ignore the near future and concentrate on the extended future, where Lenya pleasured him as she did now.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lenya lay in the grass, her body still quivering, covered in a sheen of heated droplets that danced on her skin with every subtle movement. Her eyes were closed at that particular moment as she tried to regain enough of her senses to actually move, and react, so when Flayer leaned down and kissed her, it caught her by surprise, her eyes popping open, and then immediately closing as she let herself get lost in the kiss, relax, feel his lips, his tongue, even his fangs, both her own tongue and his curling about one another. It was almost the kiss of a lover, not a Master, an Owner, kissing a slave. And she returned that kiss with the same feeling, as if she were kissing a lover. What... was happening .. to her??

When the kiss broke, Lenya thought she heard a soft sigh, or a low gasp? She was not sure which, but it was not Flayer. She followed his gaze as he lifted himself off her, and saw the blue eyed girl, at the water's edge, filling the skins. She looked down and away when she realized both Flayer and Lenya saw her stare, but Lenya knew the girl had seen what Flayer had done with her. She could tell by the deepened red flush to the girl's cheeks, throat and chest, and the almost palatable lust shining in her eyes. Lenya wasn't sure if she had seen all of what she and Flayer had enjoyed, or just some, but it was more than obvious she was envious. It was then that Lenya heard Flayer laugh, a deep throated sound that she seldom heard and it drew her gaze immediately back to him.

"Up, Lenya,"... his claws curling into her long, pale blonde mane and bringing her up as he stood. At the water's edge he pulled her in, for a moment, she wondered why he had not unbound her. Surely he trusted her enough at this point, but it was not hers to question. She almost did, the words almost came tumbling out of her mouth, but she stayed quiet, actually relaxing to his touch as he washed her. She knew the other girls would probably never get this kind of treatment, and chances were neither would she once she was sold, but for the moment, the cool water and his attention to her body felt, so very good to her. A soft litany of low, purring moans slipped past her lips, her eyes closing...

He then raked his claws through her long hair. Her hair was soft, almost silken, but it still took him sometime to work thru any tangles from the wild, passionate sex they had, let alone the road dust from the walking. She stayed still, on her knees as he worked thru her hair and then began to braid it. She quickly realizing this was not an ordinary slave braid but much more intricate. Again, the sensation was almost soothing to her, and she found herself relaxing as he weaved her long tendrils as he wished.

The blue eyed girl finished filling the skins and was lead away by the other Goblin. Lenya had seen him before but had no clue what he was called. It was more than clear by his raging erection that he too had witnessed at least some of Flayer and her together. And she heard a loud smack and yowl from the blue-eyed girl as they disappeared from view, she was sure his hand had found ass, probably moving her along so he could get to using her. Lenya hoped the girl would remember to try and be more cooperative, try and garner some pleasure of her own, try and been seen as a living, breathing, female and not just a hole for fucking. With that thought, she turned her attention back to Flayer, who was now bathing himself in the cool water. She watched as he scrubbed himself clean.. He was compact, strong, sleek, built much like a pedator, as far as she could see... And he had the cunning of one as well...

Once back on shore, the sun made short work of drying her, the heat and light enveloping her in a warm embrace. He slung his and weapons around her neck and shoulders and with a click of his tongue he moved, and she obediently followed.

As they approached the Dorg, Lenya smiled, with a quick "sleepy head" remark made to the Beast. A low growl, playful of course, met her comment before the Dorg lumbered into the nest just before her and Flayer. Once inside she settled on the soft grass, and suddenly found his cock at her lips. With a grasp of her hair, he pushed his way within her willing mouth, she opening her lips for him, he settling.. It took her a minute to realize he wished to sleep this way. Teasingly, she suckled on the length with a low moan, her eyes then closing and her breathing deepening in sleep. She could hear the Dorg snoring close by and she found great comfort in that. The sound of the Dorg and the sound of Flayer's low groan as he too fell asleep.

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His cock filled her mouth, thicker, and shorter than Flayer's. His heavy fingers, sharp claws, raked into and yanked viciously at her hair, forcing her head forward as his hips pistoned, driving that thick shaft past her open lips and deep into the hot embrace of her hungry mouth, her hands cupping and squeezing his heavy balls just as he liked. He smelled foul to her, it was more than obvious the scent was stale cum, from a past encounter with another. His grunts of pleasure only enhanced that foul image in her mind as he fucked her mouth, her tongue twisting and rolling around the surface.. It did not take long for him to explode with a harsh "Fuck YEAHHHH", his cock jerking and spasming, his jets of seed overflowing her mouth and throat as he pulled back, splashing her chin, throat and breasts as he orgasmed.

Great-Pike released his slave's hair as his climax finally began to wane, his eyes closing as he reveled in the sensation she gave him, and she was all his. He had paid dearly for her, but she was all his and he would make her loyal to him, make her his "Safi".... Her back and ass already bore the marks of his leather whip.

What he did not realize was that Lenya had manage to get ahold of a small ice pick, from the last tray of food and cold drink that had been brought in for Great-Pike's pleasure. He pulled her up from her position on her knees by the collar that encircled her throat. Her hands had been left unbound, he often liked her cupping his balls when he fucked her mouth, just as he had this night. He was perhaps a head taller than Flayer, but much heavier, but the height was nearly perfect. As her lithe, sleek form stood, she reeled back with the deadly sharp ice pick and rammed it easily into and thru his right eye. He never even had a chance to howl, she slapping her hand over his mouth to stop the guttural groan that managed to escape... and he thudded to the floor, dead.

She had done it. She had killed Great-Pike. She had succeeded in her plan, where many others had failed.

Now she just had to get out of there and back to Flayer..

Back to Flayer...

Back...... to .... Flayer...

Lenya opened her eyes, having to physically keep from sitting up in shock at the dream that had occupied most of her sleep.... Killing Great-Pike and going back to ... Flayer.. kneeling at Flayer's feet, begging for his collar......

 

[Otto26]

He felt Lenyas movement through his cock and it awakened him, his eyes opening in the darkness. His hand moved to her head, holding her still as he listened. It felt close to sunset, nearly time to get up. The movement of Lenyas tongue against him caused his flesh to stiffen almost instantly. He idly stroked the side of her head with his claws for a few moments and then, awkwardly, shifted. Slowly, without removing his cock from her mouth, he turned her onto her back while he knelt at her head, body over hers. As he savored her naked flesh laid out before him he began to slowly stroke in and out of her mouth. One hand supported him while the other roamed her body. He delighted in the feel of her breasts between his fingers, the way her nipples stiffened, the way her body squirmed when pulled at them. His fingers pushed down hard along her belly and she spread her legs to allow them to better explore her cunt. He gently toyed with each fold of flesh, slowly spreading her petals. The scent of her grabbed hold of him like a ring in his nose and his cock twitched in her mouth. He licked down her belly, his tongue leaving a wet trail on her flesh, through her soft pubic hair and over her spread cunt. He turned his head to the side and put his teeth on one thigh, biting hard enough to dimple, but not break the skin, and her body jumped and he pushed deep into her mouth for a moment and then pulled back. His mouth released her thigh and went to work on her pussy, lips and tongue torturing her. He could feel her mouth working on his flesh. He could *hear* her mouth working on his flesh. He could hear her moans. He growled against her cunt, tongue tasting her depths and then teasing her sensitive spot while two fingers slowly pushed into her trembling body and curled back as he'd learned, tips stroking her in time to her trembling until she shook uncontrollably and gasped around his flesh. He kept her in that state for as long as he was able, eventually, despite his best efforts, losing the moment and allowing her tremors to subside.

He remained still then for a few minutes, simply breathing in her scent and enjoying her. Then he began to stroke again, his cock moving in and out of her mouth with more purpose. His hand moved again, more focused on his enjoyment than hers; squeezing her breasts, tracing her sex, squeezing her ass. His hips rocked slightly faster into her warmth, then out, then in. And his excitement peaked and he pushed in, savoring the feel of her as he teetered on the edge and her hungry lips and tongue pulled him over and he came deep into her throat. She swallowed, and again, and her body betrayed her and he pulled back, spurted again, and then pulled wetly out of her to a gasp for air that was also a mewl of protest as cum ran down the sides of her cheeks and he spurted onto her chin and neck and she was lifting her head to kiss and lick at his flesh as he spurted again onto her chest.

Runt yawned and crawled past them, contriving to indicate his annoyance as he did so.

"Warn me when they get up?" Flayer asked. "I've got another one in me."

The Dorg whuffed assent and left the nest.

Flayer rolled over onto his back and looked into Lenya's eyes. She was panting, still, her sticky chest rapidly rising and falling. He crooked a finger to beckon her and it pointed to his wet cock. "Again," he ordered.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Again"

Her breath was only now just calming, her body still feeling the tingling after effects of her intense orgasms. She slowly set up, pausing to look down at the prone Flayer, lain on his back, his cock already stiffening once more, even as a thick drop of his cum slid down one side. Quickly, she repositioned and lowered her head, to capture that errant drop with a long swipe of her tongue across the wet, heated surface.

Her hands were still bound behind her back, so she would not have the benefit of their use, not that she necessarily needed to use them. Pleasuring Flayer was something that was coming easy to her now, something that she.... wanted.... to do. It was with that thought in her head that she took his length into the depths of her mouth once more, suckling hard, letting him feel the pressure, the sensation, around the now rock hard shaft, and smooth heated head of his cock. The angle was completely different from his fucking her mouth only moments before, so the touch, the caresses, the swirling of her tongue over the skin, from the ridge under the head to the very root, a new sensation meant to send desire, pleasure, even a sense of want and need, racing through his body.

And at this vantage point, she easily released his cock from her mouth to lower her head further down and take his heavy balls into that warm embrace, bathing each with the slippery glide of her tongue before sucking into the warm silken confines of her mouth... She felt his body shudder slightly, heard his growling of pleasure.... as she moved from one ball to the other... then trailing her tongue back up the lenght of him and working his cock back into the soaking, heated surround of her mouth, the head at the very back of her throat, the muscles lightly swallowing around the intrusion.

Lenya shifted a bit again, actually straddling one of Flayer's legs. The whole of her body rocked, swayed slightly with the motion of her head now as she slid his cock in and out of her wet, willing mouth, taking him deep, to the back of her throat, her mouth at the base of his cock, and slipping him back out so just the head rested in her lips grasp, then back in again.. her hips moving with the same rhythm along his leg, the moistened folds of her pussy caressing along his skin... her long intricate braid falling over one shoulder to tickle his hip with the light whisps of gold....

When she felt his cock spasm, heard his harsh intake of breath, Lenya knew she had taken him to the precipice of his climax again...

 

[Otto26]

Lenya moved liked a vision, every motion exposing, teasing, promising, and delivering. From the way her breasts swayed beneath her as she bent over, to the way her lips parted and engulfed him, to the way her tongue moved like a snake upon him. When she slid her hot cunt along his leg his flesh jumped, as though she'd earthed her desire in his body, in his brain. His goblin mind found it nearly impossible to understand her desire for him and when she communicated it so clearly it was... disorienting. The realization that she was bound and intimately, wantonly serving his pleasure and still was able to exert that kind of influence on him... he growled in appreciation; goblins loved a good con, and perseverance, and strength. He loved... He shook that off, found his balance again, just as she pushed from another direction and he fell into the climax.

His head tilted back as he sought the oxygen his body apparently lacked and he poured into her mouth. His hands itched to grab her, to hold her head and fuck her. But he couldn't possibly get any deeper than she was already taking him and there was something about her, something nearly perfect, that he didn't want to break. So as his body tensed, and tensed, and he growled in approval, and she coated his thigh in honey he lowered his head and watched her, accepting her... offering? without question or interference.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

She worked to swallow as much as she could when he jetted into the depths of her throat, yet she never could, and when the need for a breath overtook her, she pulled back, his seed, what she had not tasted, coating her lips and chin, and as she took that needed gasp of air, her tongue sought to capture what she had not been able to take. Her own body shaking, trembling with a orgasm that was not nearly as intense as Flayer's had been, but the climax still left her panting, her skin flush with that dusky pink color along her cheeks, throat, chest..

The sun was setting, the air cooling, once Flayer had regained his own strength and she hers. He allowed her a drink, unbinding her for a few minutes so she could stretch and quench her thirst, before once more binding her arms tightly behind her. Lenya wanted to question why, but she got the sense this was not about trust and instead about preference.

As Flayer bound her arms again, she watched Runt amble over to the water for a drink. Tooth-Puller came stomping through the underbrush with one of the other slave girl's in tow, bringing her for a drink at the water's edge as well. Runt turned and snarled low, warning her to not get to close, his fangs gleaming in the rising moon's light. She stopped short, and the look on her face was priceless, she went white, and Lenya thought she was going to pass out. It took everything she had not to giggle, and for a minute she thought even Flayer was fighting the urge. It was entertaining to say the least and Runt sure enjoyed it.. Lenya could hear his amused chuckle in her head.

The Toothy one was not so amused, but he stayed silent, other than grunting at the girl to hurry the hell up.

Within an hour of sunset, and they were moving again. With her hands bound, she was not able to forage, but other than that, the walk was fairly easy, the track pretty well worn. Lenya had no sense of where they were in relation to the Northern Slave Trading grounds. The thought, saddened her. She did not want to leave Flayer, and that thought, surprised her. She supposed it was a case of the "devil you knew".. and she felt she knew him, at least some. Couple that feeling with the feeling of uncertainty, fear, foreboding. Would she be able to do what she came here to do?

She was lost in thought as she walked when one of the other enslaved girls fell in beside her. Lenya got the sense that the other Goblins "wanted" her to speak to the other girls, to teach them? Or was it more along the lines of show them, how to be willing "fuckmeat" like she was. There was no screaming, crying, fighting anymore for her, but in all honesty, there never had been when Flayer took her, even that first time in Great-Dart's lair, when he had commanded she look at him. The others, yes, at first there was the fear, the pain, the humiliation, but never with Flayer. As she had said to the girls when they were in Flayers "care"... Flayer was.... different...

She spoke to each girl in turn, trying to give them some hope at what may be to come. There was no way to predict what kind of Goblin would purchase the girls. But she hoped, if they demonstrated they were different than most, that would raise the coin for them, and maybe a more.... or perhaps it best to say.. a less brutal Goblin would be inclined to purchase one. Was there such a thing as a less brutal Goblin? Lenya thought so. Flayer was less of a brute than the Toothy One, and the others, at least to her....

But she could not worry herself too much about the fate of the other girls, she had her own to worry about.

They paused midday, for a sip of water from the skins. Flayer offered his to Lenya, carefully pouring the water into her parched throat so that none was wasted, she on her knees before him as he did so. Another reminder to her that he... controlled her life... as water was... well water was life...

The others were not quite so careful about it, but all the girls got water, more as a reward for their actions during the rest earlier, when they pleasured the Goblins before sleep, and pleasured them without being forced to. The girls were learning...

As they continued the walk, and the sun began to hang low in the sky, Lenya saw Flayer approach Tooth-Puller and have a rather animated conversation with him. She wondered what it was all about, but was too far away to hear. She was lagging back a bit, feeling a bit weary, given Flayer and she had not slept much during the last rest, and she felt a nudge at her back as Runt prompted her forward with a throaty Dorg chuckle... She smiled back at him. Damn it to hell she was going to miss that beast....

 

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The walk was easy. The fuckmeat followed Lenya, Lenya followed Tooth-Puller and his mob, and Flayer and Runt just walked along behind. The terrain leveled out here, no more subtle climbs in elevation to tire the legs. Even the stars were out, painting the sky white.

Flayer approached Tooth-Puller.

"How does the trading work?" he asked.

Tooth-Puller paused for a moment, considering if he should reply, and then did. "Normally we'd carry the fuckmeat into the trading post on poles. Then we bind their hands and stand them up, hands over their heads, cords over a pole above them." He looked to see if Flayer understood and got a nod. "We blindfold them to keep them calm and leave them up for the night and the bands and lairs put in their bids. Best bid wins and gets the meat. Why?"

"I want to get a lot for my fuckmeat," Flayer said, carefully *not* using Lenyas name.

"Why?" Tooth-Puller repeated. "You won't get to keep any of the bid. That goes to Great Dart."

"I know. But I need the lair. I can't go back to... I need the lair," he explained.

"I wouldn't worry about that," Tooth-Puller admitted. "You've done good work. I'm going to ask Great Dart to assign you to these runs to herd the fuckmeat."

"Thank you," Flayer growled, trying to keep the surprise out of his voice and, apparently, failing.

"You'll learn," Tooth-Puller said. "We do things different in Great Dart's lair. We're still goblins, but we're different. So I make sure you understand your position and I keep my boys happy but I don't backstab you or waste you. We do better together."

"Is that why Great Dart sent me?" Flayer asked.

Tooth-Puller shrugged. "Who knows? He's a half-breed and he thinks different. Maybe he thinks better. And he's got his witch. She sees things. How are you going to get more for you meat?"

"We walk them in. In a coffle. Hands behind their backs and leashed neck to neck. We'll string them up like usual and then do a little show with them. Demonstrate that they're smart fuckmeat. My fuckmeat, alone, will drive up the price."

Tooth-Puller considered this for a minute, Flayer walking quietly behind him. He could almost here the arguments going through Tooth-Pullers mind. Success would enhance Flayers reputation, possibly make him a threat to Tooth-Pullers position. But a big score would also enhance Tooth-Pullers position...

"Okay," he agreed.

"Thank you," Flayer grated out.

Tooth-Puller grinned that particularly nasty goblin smile. "You really do need the lair, don't you?" he asked, rhetorically, and let Flayer fall behind him.

Flayer grinned as well. He really did need the lair.

***

The night passed uneventfully and when they reached the camp Tooth-Puller ordered the fuckmeat placed into Flayers care. He hadn't expected this and had to grudgingly give some respect to Tooth-Puller. Now he had to prepare all of the fuckmeat for the morning, not just Lenya. And he couldn't complain. Runt 'assisted' but, really, the fuckmeat simply followed Lenya to the stream. It was little more than ankle deep but that was enough to bathe in. He turned Lenya loose first with orders to wash herself and the others joined her as he unbound their wrists. He let them simply play in the water, drinking, cooling their feet, and squatting to scoop handfuls over their dusty bodies or, in the case of Lenya, their sticky bodies.

Braiding the hair took an hour, mostly because he had to comb the tangles out. When that was finished, each slave kneeling in front of him while his claws moved through their hair, he put their hair into simple braids. He heard one of the fuckmeat telling Lenya they wished they had her braid instead of the simple one. Which was the point. Lenya would stand out. She would stand out in any case, but he would make certain that she stood out.

He began herding the women back to the camp and noticed Runt standing off to the side and looking around.

"What's up?"

The dorg pointed his nose down at a pile of worg shit in front of him and then looked around again, scanning.

"Fresh? Nearby?"

Runt shook his head. Flayer understood his discomfort, he was at more risk than anyone else; wild worgs would consider him an abomination to be killed on sight. Goblin worgs wouldn't be much better. Flayer put a hand on the dorgs shoulder.

"It's okay, buddy. You and me. And we work for Great Dart; we've got the protection of the lair."

Runt shook his body like he was shedding water and then nodded and followed.

It was the largest nest available but it was still crowded with all the fuckmeat. Runt cleared a space by growling and the squeaking, squealing women pushed away and gave the dorg and Flayer room to lay down. He pulled Lenya over and positioned her to serve as a pillow. He'd bound the arms of the other fuckmeat behind them, because he wasn't a fool, but he hadn't bothered to restrain Lenya. She'd had her chances to escape and, for whatever reason, didn't want to. And with Runt guarding the door...

"No fucking tonight," he explained, to her but also to the other fuckmeat, "because tomorrow we sell you." He settled back, his head resting against her. "Make music," he ordered her, the whim popping out of his mouth as his mind remembered her humming along to her dances. He could see her moving in his mind's eye. Tonight he'd dream of that, of Lenya dancing towards him, crawling to his feet. He smiled.

 

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"No fucking tonight, because tomorrow we sell you." He settled back, his head resting against her. "Make music"

Lenya felt her breath catch at that. Tomorrow. Everything was going to change tomorrow and she honestly was not sure how to feel about that. Did he feel her trembling when he laid his head against her? Did her feel her breath catch? Could he sense the fear that suddenly seemed to envelope her...

"I do" came a quiet reply, Lenya realizing it came from Runt. She turned her head slightly and found the Dorg gazing at her, almost sadly. She was not sure what to even say to the animal. But, she had a plan, she had a goal. She would carry that out, no matter what. It was what she came here for. The reason she was even now, laying in a Goblin nest with a Goblin resting his head upon her.

She began to hum, not a lullaby, but instead a song that she remembered her mother humming to herself when trying to lull herself to sleep, or calm her own fears. But she would not sleep this night. She desperately wished he would take her, use her, fuck her senseless. Because a very cold fear now twisted deep in her core. Was it fear or was it sadness? Lenya could not answer that. But whatever it was, it was an emotion she had not anticipated feeling when at all this started.

She could hear the steady breathing of the other girls. Did they realize how much things had changed for them just because they came into Flayer's control, even for just a couple of days? She could only hope that life, whatever it held for them now, would be bearable. Hell, she hoped the same for herself.

She did finally manage to sleep some, it was a fitful, dream filled slumber for her. Images of what Great-Pike would be like, look like, do to her. Images of her killing him, over and over again, flooding her mind, swimming in her thoughts. But as she slipped into a deeper sleep, other images, now danced into her mind's eye. Flayer, he sitting, somewhere, she could not quite tell where, a clearing? Was it used for Goblin fights maybe, for entertainment? He was sitting in the middle, other Goblins were circled around the clearing, watching, as Lenya danced for them...

No, she was not dancing for them, she was dancing for Flayer... She was humming the same song she had been humming when she fell asleep, only now, her body moved to the soft, melodic sound.

She was upon her knees, bowed deeply at his feet. As her humming began, she began to move, swaying, as she lifted her body from the prone position. She trailing her hands up Flayer's legs, much like she would have, if she had been dancing before a slave pole. But instead, she was dancing before Flayer. As her hips began to sway as her body was, she stood before the Goblin, meeting his gaze before she turned, her measured, steps, in rhythm with the soft humming music from her lips, took her to the edge of the circle, where she paused, stepping back, arching her spine and then coming forward, the bounce of her beasts accenting her motions, she then twirled, twisted, even leaped, as if being chased by the music she hummed... going to her knees, she lowers forwards, then up and backwards, her delicate fingertips trailing up her naked body, touching, caressing, possessing... swaying from side to side in rhythm with the music she made... to her hands and knees, she crawled, much like feline stalking prey... until she was before Flayer again, upon her knees, she undulated, the lithe sleek frame of her body moving for him, and only him as her fingers again caressed what was his, her sex, gliding upwards, over the flat plane of her belly, to lightly float over each breast, the bared curve of her throat... and finally coiling into and through the golden, silken strands of her shining mane...

Looking up to him, her glistening eyes meeting his... her throat bared, offered.... "Make me yours" she begged... "please Master Flayer... please"...

Lenya's eyes opened, just as the sun set in the west....

 

[Otto26]

Runt kicked at Flayer's leg. When he saw Flayer's eyes open he huffed a greeting and then crawled out of the nest. Flayer lay there for a moment listening to the soft, and not so soft, sounds of snoring fuckmeat before he rolled to his knees and looked down on Lenya. Her eyes met his and they locked for a long moment. He made no attempt discern what she might be feeling and did his utmost to keep his thoughts level and dispassionate.

"Wake the fuckmeat and bring them out," he ordered, turned his back, and crawled out of the nest.

Without having had the benefit of having the fuckmeat in their nests the other goblins were already emerging. Flayer waited patiently as the fuckmeat emerged from the nest, some of them still half asleep. He sent each over to the trench where they emptied their bladders under the supervision of Runt and then returned to him. Food was distributed and he inspected them as they ate, running his hands over their limbs, their breasts, their sex. His claws lingered on Lenya, his body unconsciously etching the feel of her into his memory. A finger slid slowly inside her, his eyes on hers, her legs parting slightly for him, and then he withdrew.

'Enough,' he silently reminded himself. 'That's done for now.'

The fuckmeat stood uncertainly, nervously, as he arranged them in a line, tied their hands behind their back, and then ran the end of the cord from their hands to the neck of the slave behind them.

The goblins gathered around growled in approval, causing two of the fuckmeat to nervously look around.

Flayer whistled the lash through the air to focus their attention.

"Our journey ends tonight," he told them. "We walk into the trading post and you will be sold. You will walk like proud fuckmeat or I will lash you and the marks will tell buyers that like rebellious fuckmeat to subdue and beat exactly what sort of meat you are." He let the threat sink in for a minute before continuing. "Lenya knows how to behave. Follow her." All eyes turned to Lenya.

Flayer nodded at Tooth-Puller and the goblin grunted assent and gestured. The rest of the goblins gave the chain of fuckmeat a last glance as they stepped off towards the trading post.

***

The trading post was more of a trading ground. To reach it the goblins had to descend into one of the little canyons that cut through the flat terrain and wend their way through about 100 yards of twisting path with barely 6 feet between the walls. It opened up along the base, but not at the top, and there was a spring of water surrounded by a little open land and caves cut into the soft limestone. There were distinct groups of goblins, each group keeping to itself and remaining wary of the others. The trading post was neutral ground, but goblins understood that could end if the desire for vengeance was great enough. Worgs were stabled in the lower caves near most of the groups and drinking from troughs near the spring. One by one they scented a new arrival and heads lifted and turned. As their eyes found Runt growls began to emanate from their chests. The dorg gave no indication he heard the sound but walked in with the group, peeling off to take a casual drink from the spring before rejoining the group.

Lenya followed Tooth-Puller as he took them to one side of the space to a group of goblins entirely without worgs. A large goblin with a necklace of gold skulls greeted Tooth-Puller and gestured at the fuckmeat. Tooth-Puller signaled and Flayer trotted up.

"Flayer, this is Smooth-Tongue, he runs the sales for the lair. Smooth-Tongue, this is Flayer, he's our fuckmeat whisperer," Tooth-Puller introduced them. "Smooth-Tongue, Flayer is going to arrange the fuckmeat for the sale. You're still in charge of the actual sale, of course."

"I'm in charge of arranging them, too," the goblin replied. "But..." he gestured again at the fuckmeat. Lenya was standing with her arms back, breasts displayed, her hips cocked and one leg slight bent and opened, hinting at her sex. The other fuckmeat were uncertainly trying to copy her, either going further in their display, or hesitantly failing to emulate her grace. "I could get double the usual price for this group right here. If you think you can do better than this then I'm going to let you try."

Flayer nodded his assent and understanding. The pecking order had been established without any blood shed or ill feelings created. "Where do you want them?"

Smooth-Tongue pointed to a shallow cave a few feet away. Half-rings had been carved from the ceiling and it was about eight feet deep, enough that a goblin could walk around the fuckmeat and view them from every angle. Flayer whistled the lash again and Lenya glanced over at him. He indicated the alcove and she whispered to the fuckmeat before turning and walking over.

Flayer unbound the fuckmeat one at a time and re-secured them to the bindings in the cave. He left Lenya for last, carefully not meeting her gaze as he secured her hands in front of her before running the free end through the ring in the ceiling and pulling on it, raising her arms above her head until she had to stand almost, but not quite entirely, on the balls of her feet. He secured the end of the binding and inspected the fuckmeat again while Runt settled down into a comfortable position where he could keep an eye on the fuckmeat.

The entire process took half an hour and, by the end of it, had attracted a crowd. Most of the goblins were here to trade for other goods, particularly the weapons that Great-Dart sent north. Fuckmeat were luxury items that most could not afford. But every goblin wanted their own fuckmeat.

"Fresh fuckmeat!" Smooth-Tongue announced. Unnecessarily, but it was how he took control of the situation.

Flayer walked the line, stopping before one and pointing with his claw. The fuckmeat uncertainly spread her legs and there was a murmur of interest from the crowd. Flayer nodded his approval and moved on. He stopped behind another and ran a claw lightly down her back. The fuckmeat shivered and gasped, her hips thrusting forward to a mild cheer from the crowd.

He stopped behind Lenya and traced the claw up the inside of her leg. As he reached her trembling thigh her legs shifted, parted as best she was able, and his hand stroked her pussy for the still growing crowd.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

When her eyes had opened, her heart beating, skin flush from her dream, she found Flyer, looking down at her and he immediately caught her gaze, and held it. Look at me... He did not even have to say the words anymore, she could read it in his eyes, in his demeanor. She did not break that stare until he did. She caught herself, having to silence the urge, the need, the want.. was it want? Did she want... to beg for his collar. To beg him to not sell her. To beg him to keep her? Even she knew that was not possible. Great Dart had ruled, even she knew that was law when it came to the Goblins in his lair.

"Wake the fuckmeat and bring them out," he ordered, turned his back, and crawled out of the nest.

Her breath caught, and then she released it in a low gasp. Getting to her feet, she roused the others, getting them quickly to their feet, and out of the nest. A few minutes later, the each presented themselves before Flayer, Lenya making sure each girl's backs were straight, slave braid centered, head up, eyes down. Each got some bread, and as they ate, Lenya watched as Flayer examined one after the other. His clawed hands roaming over first one body, arms, throat, breasts, belly, hips, ass, outer thigh, inner thigh, sex. His gaze took in every flaw, every imperfection, and perhaps even every perfect dimple, scar, mark, lastly looking into their eyes as his fingers probed their pussies.. His touch lingered when he got to Lenya, and her reaction was markedly different than the other girls. Where they whimpered slightly, obviously afraid, unsure, confused, Lenya's lips released the lowest of moans, and when his clawed finger pushed into the heated, dripping wet, tight hole that was her pussy, he felt her tremble, her sex surround that length, her sigh was almost a hungry purr. Within her eyes, he saw her fire, her heat, and her desperate need for him.

"Our journey ends tonight," he told them. "We walk into the trading post and you will be sold. You will walk like proud fuckmeat or I will lash you and the marks will tell buyers that like rebellious fuckmeat to subdue and beat, exactly what sort of meat you are." He let the threat sink in for a minute before continuing. "Lenya knows how to behave. Follow her."

She turned her gaze to the girls and then back to Flayer, and they proceeded to move. She again felt that wave of fear coupled with sadness.

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As they entered the trading grounds, the first thing Lenya noticed was the much larger Worgs, gathered at a stable off to right. The animals were huge, and even more demonic looking than Runt. In fact, they were downright ugly. She must have projected that thought to Runt because she heard a deep rumbling chuckle come from the Dorg, and it made her smile, even if just for a moment. She watched them as they each lifted a great head and scented, lips peeling back, and the rippling sounds of growling began to rumble through the air, and they were growling at Runt.

"Leave him alone" As the words left her mind and entered theirs, she watched as their heads suddenly snap around to her direction, looks of shock alighting their eyes...

"What?"

"I said, leave him alone"

There was an uneasy silence in her head for several minutes. Even Lenya was a bit shocked that she had heard what the Worgs said, well that one word, until now.

"What the fuck are you?"
"How dare you speak to us like that"
*I'm going to rip your fucking head off, meat"

It was 3 different voices, all hitting in the deepest recesses of her mind. But she was sure all 3 voices were coming from the Worgs. Could she... communicate with them?

"I bet she tastes sweet. Sweet fresh meat"

Of course the Worg was not talking anything remotely sexual, his focus was on ripping her apart, altho a moment later another voice, this one deeper than the others, and when Lenya glanced over to where they stood, she guessed it was the older, larger Worg, she wasn't sure how she knew this, she just... did...

"Youngins... She'd be great to mate, then you can rip her apart. We are males after all... think you'd survive being raped by a Worg girl? Sometimes our Master's will give us a live, used female. Sometimes, we can make them scream even more than the Goblins do"...

That caused Lenya to almost stumble, just as she and the other girls were being lead away from the stable and the snickering, growling beasts.

She could not help but look back at the beasts as she was being lead away.

"Witch" is what she thought she heard one of them say. And as she turned out of site of the stable of Worgs, she thought she could feel their confusion almost as much as her own.

It was the crack of Flayer's leather bound cord that caught her attention and focused her mind once more. She looked to him and followed his indication, the alcove. She then turned to the frightened girls and whispered to them to follow her. "Listen, you need to stay as calm as possible. I imagine not every Goblin here can afford to purchase a slave. Let's hope the ones that do, are more..." she tried to think of the right word. She had not been privy to seeing how the Goblins who did own private slaves, behaved other than Great-Dart, and he was an exception. She was not sure what to expect, for herself or for the other girls. She wanted to be reassuring, but just could not. "All we can do is hope"

She watched as Flayer secured each of the other 3 girls, before he turned to her. It was not lost on Lenya that he did not, this time, look into her eyes, and she finally lowered her own gaze as he pulled her arms over her head, displaying her lithe, sleek, slender form. She was leaner than the other 3 girls, her skin smoother, paler, despite any marks he may have left upon her. Her intricate braid lay over her left shoulder, the whisps of gold at the very end tickling the pink peaked nipple of her left breast.

Lenya had to fight the fear that was again rising in her, fear and an overwhelming sense of loss. She could hear Flayer's footsteps as he checked each girl, heard his growl as he made sure each was displayed to garner the most attention. But she did not hear him when he stepped up behind her, she felt him, felt his breath against the back of her neck, felt his clawed fingers slowly glide along and up the inside of her thigh, her own breath catching as she let her legs fall open to display the special mark she carried, indicating she was a mixed blood female, a rarity, and when many saw that, there was a gasp from the other Goblins, but it was not just the mark that caught their attention, it was her reaction to his touch. It was more than obvious that, when he touched the other girls, their reactions, from the whimpers heard from their lips, to the look in their eyes, was one of fear. Not the terror of some of the other fuckmeat that was on display in the other alcoves, but still fear. Lenya's reaction showed no fear at all, as her body trembled, her skin flushed, her lips purred with a low, deep moan, her reaction was pure arousal, Flayer's claws glistening wet from her pussy, from her body heating for him... her eyes closing... and from her lips one word... "please"... a word only he could hear and only meant for him....

 

[Otto26]

Flayer ignored her plea, shutting it out and slowly opened his hand beneath Lenya's cunt, allowing the assembled goblins to see the moisture on it. A few of them inhaled deeply, hoping to catch her scent. He slid his palm back, cupping her, dragging his dull claws softly through her folds, and then he pushed forward, the tip of a finger entering her. Her body rocked and he kept his hand still, forcing her to move if she wanted more. His free hand rose up from her hip, gliding over her skin, cupping a breast, squeezing. Rough fingers found her nipple and slowly, gently, rolled it between fingertips, pulling. Abruptly his fingers released, letting the weight of her breast fall back upon her chest, and slid under her arm and over her shoulder to her throat, grasping it, pushing up on her chin to bare her flesh to the assembled crowd. They growled hungrily in response. Fingertips brushed over her lips and they parted to allow a single finger to enter. The crowd sighed in appreciation as she sucked at his finger tip, the sight of her pink tongue emerging causing another low growl to sweep through them.

He slowly pulled his fingers from between both sets of lips, letting her body react. Letting it follow until it couldn't. He stepped back, letting the crowd see the hunger in her for several minutes. Then, when he judged the time was right, he brought the doubled cord down on her ass hard, laying two parallel stripes upon the perfect cheeks and making her body jump and gasp. That brought a roar of laughter and approval from the crowd which quickly became a murmur of low voices commenting on the way her body continued to move.

He tucked the cord into his belt and stepped past the fuckmeat, walking through the parted crowd and away from the alcove.

***

Knuckles watched the goblin walk away from the fuckmeat and ran his thumbs over the iron weapons worn on his fingers as he calculated. The dorg had joined the goblin and now the fuckmeat were guarded by other goblins. Great Dart's goblins. They didn't look any tougher than any of the goblins in the crowd. In fact, some of the bachelor goblins looked much more dangerous. But they looked competent. And that was a problem. A problem Great Pike would solve soon enough.

The crowd of goblins had moved forward to surround the fuckmeat and hands reached out to roughly inspect breasts, pussies, mouths, and asses. The fuckmeat whimpered and moaned as they were inspected, Great Dart's guards keeping a close eye on the whole process and ensuring that no one took liberties they hadn't bought. Smooth-Tongue was overseeing the bidding. Knuckles growled in disapproval. Smooth-Tongue was more human than goblin; all clever talk and no killing.

He lifted his chin to point at the half-breed and his goblins began pushing through the crowd. It wasn't difficult, goblins cleared the way for the representative of Great Pike, lair goblins deciding they wanted to stand a few feet away while pack goblins simply cleared away. He stood in front of the fuckmeat and found that she was looking directly at him. He snarled and only stopped himself from slapping her when his hand was drawn back and ready to come forward. The guards had tensed, were on the verge of leaping forward, but held themselves as he held himself. She wasn't his to slap, yet. But she would be. He'd buy her just so he could put her in her place and dump her in front of Great Pike. Buying her would also demonstrate Great Pike's power, of course. She was the finest fuckmeat, no other lair could be permitted to have her. Great Pike got the best. Always.

Still, he roughly checked the mark on her thigh and then her ears, looking for the points to confirm she wasn't simply a slight human. He didn't bother with her cunt. A cunt was a cunt and they were all fuckable. She had good lines but she was too skinny for his tastes. Great Pike would like her, though. He would have his own half-breed and it would be clear to all that he was greater than Great Dart. "You'll squirm on Great Pike, fuckmeat," he maliciously whispered in her ear. And then he turned his attentions to one of the other fuckmeat with bigger hips and breasts. 'Maybe a pair to take back?' he speculated.

***

"Triple the price," Smooth Tongue announced.

"That's all?" Flayer asked, a little surprised and concerned.

"For all of them," Smooth Tongue clarified. "Your fuckmeat went for four times the usual price. The others all went for at least double the usual price. Well done. The buyer was a little... confused by the knife that went with your meat."

"It was her knife," Flayer drained the little cup and poured himself another drink.

"We'll stay for the day and then leave with the trade convoy at nightfall," Tooth-Puller stated, informing Smooth-Tongue and Flayer at the same time. "No point hanging around this shithole. Just a fight waiting to happen. No offense, Smooth Tongue."

"None taken," the well-dressed goblin assured him. "It's difficult to be around these stroppy idiots all the time. But that's the job."

"I have some business further north," Flayer announced. "Please take my skulls to Great Dart."

"Leaving the lair?" Tooth-Puller asked in surprise.

"No. I just left some unfinished business. I'll finish it and return. It should only be a few weeks. I think it's why Great Dart sent me up here," he lied. Sort of lied. It could be the truth.

The other two watched him for a moment and then shrugged. Flayer drained the cup again and set it down, upside down, on the table to indicate he was finished drinking. "Runt and I will leave now. I'll see you in a few weeks, Tooth-Puller."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lenya watched Flayer turn and walk away, with Runt following. It took every ounce of strength she had to not let the sorrow at seeing him leave overwhelm her. The feeling, the strength of her feeling, surprised her, and scared her.

The plan.... she whispered the words in her mind. The plan. She had to concentrate on that. She had to put Flayer and Runt out of her mind and concentrate on what she had come there to do. She had gotten this far. She had to see this through. It was that simple. Then all of this would be over.

To get through this particular part of the process, Lenya closed her eyes, again wrestling to keep control of her emotions. It was not easy, now surrounded by a hoard of Goblins, touching, poking, caressing, and hearing the low whimpers, cries and moans of the other girls only made it worse for her to try and keep silent. Flayer had aptly demonstrated her reactions, quite well in fact.

Many in the crowd surrounding them were not there to purchase as they did not have the means. It was simply a way to get close to fuckmeat for a quick thrill, and of course to perhaps dream, did Goblins even dream?.. of a day they themselves could afford he luxury of having their own fuckmeat and not having to use the stabled girls. Others, yes others were there to get one for themselves. They did not need a "trio', those Goblins had the entire lair behind them for support. There was no catching and training a slave for them. They could merely barter for what they wanted.

She had closed her eyes to deal with all the hands, claws, that were pawing at her, but those suddenly fell away and she slit open her gaze to determine why. Something had changed. And that something was a rather large Goblin standing before her. Large, intimidating, as she lifted her crystal clear eyes to appraise the Goblin, much like he was appraising her, it was clear he was one that commanded obedience, from other Goblins obviously, a guard or captain of some kind. She quickly noted the vicious looking rings or something adorning each clawed fingers, and more so the malevolent and very dominant look in his eyes. He was a Goblin of note here, and he knew that. She kept her eyes on his, watching as he inspected her, his snarling of agitation telling her he was not one that was used to be looked at so blatantly, especially by a female slave. Lenya let her gaze linger one moment longer before pulling it away, but she did catch an emblem upon his garb... a pike, with a skull... Great-Pike.

"You'll squirm on Great Pike, fuckmeat," he maliciously whispered in her ear.

Lenya's body tensed, a shiver ripping down her spine. He confirmed it. He was there on behalf of Great-Pike.

She slanted her gaze to watch as he approached the other girls, honing in on the other one that, besides her, stood out with her big blue eyes. She was built larger than Lenya, where Lenya was slender, lithe, sleek, and even considered a little tall, the blue eyed girl was a bit shorter, wider hips, larger ass, heavier breasts and maybe 20 pounds more in weight. But it was apparent that he, that particular Goblin, Lenya thought of him as "Rings" in her mind, liked Blue-eyes....

It felt like they were restrained there for hours, and maybe it was, maybe not. Lenya thought she heard the other Goblin, the one that reminded her of a human horse salesman, talking quite, one might say, excitedly, with "Rings" and pointing to her specifically. This was good for her and her plan. But, at one point, she looked to the entrance, her thoughts turning the Flayer... and Runt... and that wave of sadness hit her again, her head and eyes lowering...

 

[Otto26]

Knuckles drained a small cup of liquor and watched his goblins load the worgs. They'd purchased weapons this time. They purchased weapons most times. Weapons that went to the warriors of Great Pike so they could raid into the human and elf lands and steal gold and silver which went to buy more weapons from Great Dart. He took the gems and the furs and the ivory and anything else he could get in exchange for his weapons. And fuckmeat. Great Dart had the best fuckmeat. Great Pike's goblins took their own on their raids. But they mostly died. And none of them were Stab-Gut. Maybe this one would be. He looked down at the ornate knife on the table. Smooth-Tongue had handed it to him after the purchase, telling him that it belonged to the fuckmeat. As if fuckmeat owned anything, they didn't even own their body.

The loading proceeded as smoothly as it usually did. He wondered if Great Dart's goblins would do it better. That was another thing Great Dart took, goblins. The bachelor bands hemorrhaged goblins who made the trek south, drawn by stories of wealth and fuckmeat. Even lair goblins heard the stories and decided to investigate for themselves. He kept the best for himself and left the lairs and bands poorer. And he didn't attack his human or elf neighbors. He *traded* with them. Which meant that one day he'd have too many goblins and not enough room and then he'd have to come north. Because he didn't have any female goblins. He'd have to come north while he could still raise his spear if he wanted to procreate. And every goblin wanted to procreate.

But Great Pike would lead his men against Great Dart before that happened. Goblins armed with Great Dart's weapons would cut this throat and take his land and his fuckmeat and then they'd teach the other meat what *real* goblins were. In the meantime... He tucked the knife into his belt, drained another cup, and stood. He walked across the central space, ignoring the cursing, snarling worgs, and the cursing, snarling goblins handling them, and ran his eyes over the meat hanging, blindfolded, in the alcove. He'd paid too much for the half-breed, but he hadn't had a choice in that. Great Pike would want her and it was Great Pike's policy to spend heavily, to show how much wealth he had. He hadn't just had to outbid the others, he'd had to outbid them by a lot. Come to that he'd paid too much for the other meat, but not anywhere near the same he'd paid for the half-breed. And they weren't going to get any use out of them on the trip home. Great Pike like his fuckmeat fresh. And the half-breed, he'd kill anyone that touched her. Maybe later; after Great Pike was done with his meat he liked to toss them to his warriors and watch. Knuckles would enjoy being the first in line for either of these. Though he liked the big-titted meat better. He reached out and gave one breast a hard squeeze and the fuckmeat yelped in surprise.

"Load them," he ordered and walked over to his worg. The scars on its muzzle explained why the creature didn't snap at him the way other worgs snapped at their riders. He stepped up and into the saddle and his goblins brought the half-breed over. They'd restrained her wrists behind her and her ankles were tied together. They threw her up onto the back of the worg, in front of Knuckles, and she lay face down, head to one side, feet to the other. He used one hand on her thigh to adjust her position and then nodded. The other fuckmeat was loaded and then his goblins mounted their worgs. He took a last look around and then motioned and they headed out.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

As she hung there, helpless, and feeling a little hopeless at the moment despite the plan, Lenya had to stop her thoughts from wondering back to Flayer and Runt. Truth was, it was only hours, several hours, and she missed them. She missed them both. She was not sure if it was because of the fact that he treated her so much different than what she was only just starting to endure, or something more.

Her shoulders ached from her arms being suspended overhead, her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and dust and dirt, all from the groping Goblins. And now she could not see anything, the blindfold effectively keeping her in darkness. She could hear the other girl, she was sure it was the Blue-Eyed girl, Rings had shown the most interest in her, and none really in the other 2, whimpering next to her. She could almost feel the fear emanating off her in waves. "shhhh, it's ok. Remember what I told you, don't right, make yourself desirable, so that he will not seek to stable you, and perhaps keep you to himself. Better to service one or a few that one may share you with, then the many"...

She shut up quickly when she heard the footfalls of someone, well not someone, some Goblin approaching.

"Load them" She recognized the voice as the Ringed one that had whispered in her ear.

Moments later, Lenya was lifted and unceremoniously thrown over the back of some beast, large, she judged by the feel of muscles and build beneath her. She assumed it was one of the beasts she had seen when she arrived, but this one felt, different. She wasn't quite sure what it was. As it began to move, she got the sense that it was... resigned. Almost like her, she thought. Resigned to her fate, at least for the moment.

"Do you have a name?" she wondered, trying to keep herself relaxed.

She thought she heard a surprised grunt, which Rings, who she assumed was the one she was bound and lain before, snarled something in return.

"We have no names" he growled back, in her head of course.

He sounded tired to her. So for the time being, she left him alone.

It was more than uncomfortable being slung across the beast the way she and Blue-Eyes were. And the ride was not smooth. Not by a long shot. Lenya found herself thinking, maybe a bit too much. She thought about the plan. They had taken her dagger, she wasn't even sure if Flayer had taken it from her or another. But that did not matter, she no longer had it. It was close, she had seen a glimpse of it in Rings belt before the blindfold plunged her into darkness. But she would kill Great-Pike with anything she could get her hands on, even if it wasn't her own dagger.

Her thoughts turned to the Blue-Eyed girl, who was bound and being transported with her. From what Lenya had observed during the sale and after, Rings liked the Blue-Eyed girl. Was he allowed to own his own girl? Did he buy her for himself or for Great-Pike? The question roamed around in her mind as she worried for the girl. There was something about Rings that hit Lenya as cruel, ruthless, dangerous.

"Cruel" came a thought from the Worg.

Had it heard her thoughts? No, not quite, she had been thinking out loud, that particular thought she had projected to the Worg without thinking. She'd have to be careful of that. Guard her thoughts more carefully.

The Worg growled. It seemed agitated that she could even communicate with it. But perhaps it welcomed a distraction while they travelled. But that was all it said for the moment.

Lenya was not sure how long they were travelling. She tried her best to stay calm and well behaved. To get to Great-Pike, she needed to survive, of course, and be as strong as she could. She was going to need all her strength to endure until the opportunity presented itself to kill him and she had no illusions that it would happen within the 1st couple of days. She anticipated it would take several, if not more.

When they rested, it was not like when Flayer had her. She was kept tightly bound, allowed only a sip of water and a bite of food, otherwise, she was lain on the ground, helpless. It surprised her the neither she, nor Blue-Eyes were used. But that was explained when she heard Rings talking to a newbie in Great-Pike's lair, explaining that fuckmeat purchased for Great-Pike were NEVER to be used until he has had his fill. Great-Pike was very, prideful, and he required his fuckmeat to be as "pure" as possible. This meant they would be bathed and cleansed before being brought to him. Once in his ownership, he did not share until he decided when, and that was very often when the fuckmeat was nearly dead or damaged. Lenya had to surppress the wave of fear that washed over her when she heard that, for herself, and for Blue-Eyes, who lay next to her, dozing for the moment.

She closed her eyes behind the blindfold and thought of Flayer. She wondered where he was. Heading back to Great-Dart's lair, most likely...

 

[Otto26]

The first skull was a welcome sight to the goblins; it meant they were within the territory of Great Pike and reasonably safe from attack. It was typical of Great Pike that he marked the boundary to his territory with the skulls of enemies and prey placed on pikes. No other Great One, not even Great Dart, made such ostentatious claims. The others hoarded their skulls for their thrones and ensured that iron or steel spearheads were kept in use. Great Pike had so many of both that he could use them to mark the borders of his territory.

It was another day to the entrance to the lair. Another day of riding with fuckmeat ass lightly bouncing in front of him. He was tempted far more than one time to slap or pinch it, but he held off. With the new meat arriving Great Pike would be getting rid of the old meat and Knuckles might be first in line. Particularly since he was bringing in the half-breed. The thought made him leer evilly.

The guards at the entrance passed them through and they rode down the narrow canyon, barely wide enough for a single worg to pass, and into the lair proper. Like the trading post it was a widening in the canyon where a clearing formed. Unlike the trading post, the top of the clearing had been covered over. Great limestone arches carved into the shape of clawed fingers supported the roof which hid the lair from outside observers, and the sun. The arches gave the impression of clawed hands that were about to drag the entire lair down into the earth. The walls were carved into ornate facades behind which were passageways leading into the limestone. Animal skins had been suspended from many of the walls, wet flesh drying. Not a few of the corpses hung in front of facades, as well. Even a few goblin corpses hung from the arches, stuffed into the tiny iron cages that had been their home until they died of suffocation or starvation. Worgs looked up from their cage stables and their captive harems of wolves and dogs shifted uneasily. Goblins, too, looked away from their tasks to examine the caravan as it entered the lair.

Knuckles yanked hard on the reins to bring the worg to a stop and easily slid off the beast, tossing the reins to another goblin. He pulled the fuckmeat headfirst off the back of the worg, tumbling her roughly to the ground. A crowd began to form as two other goblins carried the half-breed and the other fuckmeat to the entrance to the Lair. The capital L lair. The entrance to Great Pike's personal lodgings and, behind those, the harem. The weapons were arranged in piles on the lower platform. The lower platform was high enough up that it was visible to those in the courtyard, but still below the upper platform where Great Pike would stand. The fuckmeat were secured to rings in the floor of the lower platform, their wrists still bound behind them and attached to the floor rings. They were roughly forced to kneel, knees widely spread, shoulders back, their postures corrected with slaps and clawed pinches. Their blindfolds were finally removed so they could look upon their doom as he exited his quarters.

Knuckles idly paced the lower platform, checking on the piles of weapons, on the fuckmeat, on his goblins. A crowd was gathering in the courtyard below to watch the entertainment that was about to happen, but Knuckles ignored them. A sound from within alerted him and he looked up to see Great Pike emerging from within the ornate archway that led to his personal domain. He was accompanied by one of the witches in a simple dress adorned with gold embroidery. To his other side his current fuckmeat crawled behind him on a leash that connected to her body via the rings that pierced her nipples. Her throat was encircled by markings etched into her skin and her breasts hung beneath her. Her pointed ears had multiple piercings. She wore a wary, haunted look that became alarmed when she saw Lenya and the blue-eyed woman displayed on the platform below.

"Great Pike," Knuckles spoke loudly. "Your loyal servants bring you the fruit of your wealth. Weapons for your warriors. So the meat may tremble in their beds at night in fear of Great Pike. Fuckmeat for your nest." He walked over to the blue-eyed slave and grabbed breast, shaking it lightly. "Good, soft flesh for your spear." He crossed over to Lenya and pulled her hair away to display her ear. "And the finest fuckmeat ever sold at the trading post. A half-breed. Willing, hungry, fuckmeat."

The murmuring of the crowd below became louder and the witch focused on Lenya, eyes narrowing slightly.

"You have done well, Knuckles," Great Pike began. The goblin was larger than the others, taller and thicker. Some of that was flab, but it was clear the goblin was larger than most of his species. He wore decorative armor under robes that had obviously been looted from an elvish settlement. Gold and jeweled rings decorated his fingers. "and everyone knows that Great Pike is generous to his loyal followers. Therefore, I award you your pick of the weapons. Take the finest for your use. And for your use accept my personal fuckmeat." He tossed the end of the leash onto the stairs in front of him. The slave began to shake, pawing at Great Pike's leg and begging him not to give her up, promising to perform sexual acts that would satisfy him. The goblin kicked her away from him without a glance, sending her sprawling to one side. From behind him a guard approached with a short spear and she scuttled and rolled down the steps to collapse at Knuckles feet.

"You will eat at my table tonight, Knuckles." Great Pike declared. And then he turned and walked back into the darkness, trailed by his witch and his guards.

Knuckles took the leash in his hand and gave it a yank. The slave squealed in discomfort and hurried to follow him, crawling along on all fours. The goblin paused in front of Lenya. "Take a good look, fuckmeat. This is your future." Then he turned and dragged the teary-eyed slave after him, down into the crowd and off to his quarters.

Other goblin warriors emerged from the Lair and unsecured the remaining slaves, dragging them into the darkness with hands knotted in their hair and curses that promised severe punishment to those that failed to quickly obey, much less resist.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Take a good look, fuckmeat. This is your future."

Lenya had carefully watched everything from the moment the blindfold was removed. She needed as much information as possible, the more she had, the more likely her plan would be successful. She could hear Blue-eyes next to her, whimpering, almost on the verge of sobbing. But Lenya could not concern herself with her right now. She had to pay attention, she had to know her target...

And there he was, Great-Pike. He was larger than she had ever seen when it came to Goblins. A bit heavy, but not overtly so. He was not soft and flabby, that was for sure. She already knew, in the blink of an eye, that she would never be able to kill him bare handed. She would have to use a weapon of some kind, if not her own dagger, which she noted had been given to him, then something else.

It was then that she felt those eyes on her. Not Great-Pike, not Knuckles, or Rings as she called him in her own mind. No, it was the female Goblin Witch that stood defiantly beside Great-Pike. Her eyes, that slitted stare, bore into her. And Lenya dared to meet that gaze, before she finally lowered her eyes.

If this was going to work, she was going to have to play the loyal, half breed, slave that Great-Pike obviously wanted. She knew that every Goblin in power wanted what Great-Dart had. For Great-Pike, she was the closest thing. The thought only served to make her shiver, and she could feel that cold knot of fear in the depths of her belly. She'd been loyal to Flayer, she realized. She'd danced for him, crawled to his feet, even killed for him. Why him and not Great-Pike? Why was it easy to fall into that mindset with Flayer and it scared her to her depths with Great-Pike?... Different came the word again. Flayer was... is.. different..

The sobbing of Great-Pike's now unfavored slave drew Lenya back to reality. As "Rings" growled his remark and moved past her, Lenya took a moment to observe the girl. She looked... haunted... was a good word. Her eyes were vacant, she bore marks, some older, some newer, her collar obviously had been raked into the flesh of her throat by a Goblin's claw, her elven ears were pierced many times as were her nipples. Her once luxurious long dark mane was now dull, hanging down in long thick tendrils. It was clear that Great-Pike preferred Elves for his slave, judging by this one. But then again, they were more rare than the humans who were captured. It was also pretty clear that the girl had not been treated well. And again, Lenya felt that cold stab of fear within the deepest part of her.

She and Blue Eyes were then yanked away by 2 of Great-Pike's underlings and deeper into the Lair.

They were taken into an outer chamber that contained a pool of water. Rain fed water, and considering the storms from a couple of nights ago, the pool itself was rather full. Lenya took a moment to look around the outer chamber, and then upwards, to the large opening that allowed in the rain, and the sun for that matter on nicer days, not that the Goblins appreciated sun.

There were several guards, which told Lenya that Great-Pike quite obviously trusted no one. "You will both be cleansed" The 2 underlings proceeded to lead both she and Blue-Eyes into the water. As they were not allowed to touch either girl in any kind of sexual way, Great-Pike was not one for sharing, not when it came to new possessions, whether that was weapons, jewels, or fuckmeat. It was apparent he wanted both of them as "pure" as they could be. Lenya remembered what Rings had said about that. Both of them were required to bathe themselves, under the watchful eyes of the underlings. Both, of course, sporting rock hard erections at watching the naked female slaves, soaking wet, droplets of water gliding down smooth bare skin, watching as both Lenya and Blue-Eyes ran their hands over their sweet, succulent curves, curling their slender fingers into and through their long silken hair. Both Underlings were practically drooling the time the 2 slaves emerged from the water.

They were dried, and forced to their knees. Both cooperating fully. Lenya knew her chances at getting closer to Great-Pike relied on her being the docile, broken slave that he wanted. She hoped that Blue-eyes, adopting that same stance, would at least have a bearable life within the lair. But she knew that the other girl was now on her own.

As they knelt, each Underling braided their hair into the traditional slave braid. A steel collar, nothing of note, was locked around each of their throats, a chain leash attached. "Come, Great-Pike does not like to be kept waiting" the chain leashes going taut and both girls were yanked and pulled to their feet and out of the chamber.

They were lead down a long tunnel, and finally emerged into a large room like chamber. There were various furs and skins scattered about the floor, bear, wolf, dear, boar. There was a large table, a few chairs, and a large framed bed, made of straw, feathers, furs. There was a large hearth with a fire burning, and lastly, a large throne like chair, upon which sat Great-Pike, his Witch by his side. Lenya again could feel the harsh gaze of the Witch, staring at her, boring into her. But she ignored the female Goblin for the moment. Her main concern was Great-Pike... Both girls were lead to the throne and forced down to their knees once again. Lenya quickly let herself get into the pose she knew would please Great-Pike.. she arching her back slightly, her shoulders back, hands, which remained unbound after bathing, resting on her gently parted thighs, her every curve on display, her breasts, hips, and the smooth skin of her thighs, marred only by the mark that told of her mixed blood and that she was from Great-Dart's territory, the hint of her golden curls that clung to the delicate pink folds of her still damp pussy. She kept her crystal clear eyes lowered, and that long golden braid danced over her right shoulder, the whisps at the end caressing the pinkened nipple of her right breast.

(A reminder of what Lenya looks like)

 

[Otto26]

"The half-breed came with a weapon," Great Dart commented.

"Ornamentation, Great One? To make her exotic and increase her price?" the witch suggested.

The goblin grunted. "Perhaps. Knuckles isn't particularly foolish, though. And she displays herself well without any prompting. I'm supposed to believe she's willing meat. Unlike that one," he indicated the other slave. "Typical fuckmeat."

"You suspect a plot, Great One?"

"No, I simply wish to know more. Investigate them," he commanded.

"As you wish, Great One." The witch stepped away from the seat and approached the blue-eyed slave. "Stand," she ordered. The woman unsteadily rose to her feet, looking uncertainly at the shorter goblin woman. The witch's hand darted forward seizing the slaves sex. The slave squeaked in surprise and her eyes darted around, looking away from the witch, seeking confirmation from Great Pike, seeking assistance from Lenya. The witch pushed a finger into the slave and muttered quietly as the slave's eyes opened wider and she gasped, her body beginning to tremble, her hands moving without direction, wanting to seize the hand that penetrated her but afraid to do so.

"This meat was called Marla. She was unhappy at home and sought to flee, to find a new life. She was saving money, selling mushrooms and other produce harvested from the forest. Many times she dared to cross into goblin land to steal what grows there. But she was eventually caught, dragged before Great Dart, her doom pronounced. She was taken to the edge of his territory, stripped and displayed. Humans viewed her. Yes, they came and stared. They watched goblins turn her into fuckmeat. But no one came to save her," the witch's voice turned gleefully spiteful at this point. "No one came to ransom her. No one came to cry for her. No family came at all." Her voice was a malicious whisper and tears streamed down Marla's face as she panted and her body trembled. "She was sent north." The witch paused, her hand still working within the slave's sex. "Interesting. She harbors affection for the other fuckmeat. Gratitude. Wonder. She has watched the half-breed dance for goblins, crawl to her owner's feet, satisfy his lusts. Satisfy her lusts. She hopes the half-breed can help her endure the attentions of Great Pike. She fears Great Pike. And his witches. As she should," she whispered the last in the fuckmeat's ear.

She pulled her hand away from the fuckmeat's cunt, wet finger slowly withdrawing from her, and Marla gasped and her body sagged, as though she'd been released from bondage. Her wet eyes looked wildly about the room, seeking some sort of refuge from the rape of her mind. Finding none, she wept.

The goblins smiled. The witch turned to Lenya. "Stand, half-breed, and we'll see what secrets you harbor," she quietly declared, advancing.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lenya watched intently, although her eyes remained lowered, she could see what the Witch did with Blue-Eyes. Heard what she said about the girl, and she recognized immediately, it was what Safi had done to her. Penetrated her mind, her thoughts... Lenya could not let that happen here, that would expose her entire plan and she would more than likely be viciously raped and killed... Needless to say, this put Lenya in defensive mode, nearly immediately.

"Stand, half-breed, and we'll see what secrets you harbor,"

"You will gain nothing, Witch" came the answer, deep in the Female Goblin's mind. Lenya wanted her to cry out to Great-Pike. To tell Great-Pike of her "ability". Part of Safi's allure with the other Great-Goblins was the fact that she was... enhanced... special... many called her a Witch as well, Dart's Witch. Lenya did not see herself on that level, not at all. But if Great-Pike DID see her as an equal to Safi, that he indeed had what Great-Dart had, something that he so envied, she hoped it would allow her closer to the Goblin, thereby making him easier to kill. It was not lost on Lenya as well that, if it was discovered that she had killed Great-Pike, her being classified as a Witch equal to Safi may scare the others enough to not pursue her, at least not right away. Of course her thinking may be flawed, but for her, it was her only real chance to stand out and get closer than perhaps normal.

The Goblin Witch stopped dead in her tracks, staring at the now standing half-breed. Great-Pike took notice, of course. "Well?" he growled. The Witch turned her hateful gaze to the Great One. "She has the.. Insight" .. which was what they called it here. The ability had several names.. Insight, Foresight, The Seeing, The Gift, The Curse... It all depended on the area and the Goblin Lair as to what it was called. Lenya watched the exchange between the Goblin Female Witch and Great-Pike. She showed no emotion on the outside, keeping stock still, in a submissive position, her head up yet her eyes were lowered, delicate hands clasped behind her back, legs spread shoulder length apart, her lithe, sleek body displayed, every curve, every smooth surface of skin.... but she could see just enough through her lowered gaze to know the Goblin Witch had never dealt with one such as her, with her own gift so similar to the one the Witch considered so special to her own kind. The Witch had often thought that the tales of Safi were exaggerated, until now...

A grin, akin to an evil, malicious, feral grin, crossed Great-Pike's features. He would be the first, outside of Dart to possess one that was akin to Safi. If he could prove that Lenya was more powerful, even more loyal, then he would be the envied one, and not Dart.

He nodded to his Witch to proceed and the Goblin Female approached the standing Lenya. Her fingers found Lenya's sex, and inserted, pushing into the tightness of her pussy deeply. Unlike Blue-Eyes, Lenya did not tremble, did not quiver and did not weaken. She stood, just as she had been, except she drew her eyes upwards, past the Goblin Witch in front of her, focusing on Great-Pike. She dared not challenge him by holding his gaze, he was not Flayer, but she left her eyes on him, even as the Witch pushed deeper into the depths of her sex...

"You dance. You dance for the pleasure of Goblins" she intoned... "Your name is Lenya, your a half breed and both Elves and Humans shun you. You've been an outcast all your life"

She paused, as if she were trying to dig deeper... "You do not fear Goblins... no wait... You fear some Goblins, while you respect others, such as..." again she paused, and for a moment, she thought the Witch would see Flayer, see his name, his face, see him... but Lenya managed to hide that, hide her feelings??? Did she have feelings for Flayer? "Look at Me" she heard his voice in her head, but she shielded it from the Witch.. "You respect Dart... yet you fear Great-Pike... NO... wait.. you fear and respect Great-Pike"... Lenya had to suppress a smile. That was an outright lie, she only respected Flayer really.. and... Great-Dart... but not Great-Pike... but the Witch was not as strong as she liked to think she was...

The Witch, a bit exasperated that she could not get more out of the half breed yanked her fingers from her sex. Yes they were wet, slick, but not to the degree that they were when inside Blue-Eyes. The Goblin female stared at Lenya... and Lenya could almost feel the hatred brewing inside her. A Half-Breed Witch, another Safi. She was not happy and that was more then evident when she stomped back up to Great-Pike's side...

Lenya, slowly, fluidly, lowered back to her knees and back into position, her breathing measured, her skin flush a bit, but she was not shaking like Blue-eyes was.

 

[Otto26]

"The half-breed is dangerous, Great Pike," the witch whispered in his ear. "Why would Great Dart have sent this one north? Why would he not keep her for his own and created a kennel of half-breed fuckmeat? If he wished to curry favor with you he would have sent the meat as a gift. So the meat is not a gift, but a trap. Feed your spear with the flesh of the blue-eyed fuckmeat while we examine the half-breed in the harem. When we have ensured she is no longer a threat we will drag her before you to serve your pleasure."

The goblin listened to the witch's advice and examined Lenya and the other slave. His gaze was cruel, and cunning, and his face betrayed nothing of his thoughts.

"No," he decided. "You have simply determined that this fuckmeat is different. Which is good. It's why she was brought to me. I will teach this fuckmeat to heel to my command and then I will have everything Great Dart has and more. Warriors will flock to my lair and I will lead them south and Great Dart will have nothing and the meat will answer to me."

The witch parted her lips to say something and then stopped herself, nodding her head slightly. "As you command, Great Pike." She glared at Lenya.

"Bind the half-breed's hands," Great Pike ordered. "And restrain the other."

The witch padded forward on bare feet and spun Lenya's collar so the chain fell down her back. Steel manacles attached to her wrists and to the chain leash. The witch subtly pulled hard at the end, moving Lenya's wrists uncomfortably high on her back. "Eyes down," she hissed, slapping the back of Lenya's head.

Great Pike undressed as he observed, his nearly stiff flesh rolling to one side as he sat his chair again. The witch grabbed the leash of the blue-eyed fuckmeat and dragged her to the bed, securing the leash to a ring at the foot of it. One of many rings. She grabbed the slave's hair and forced her to look at Great Pike.

"Come here, willing meat," Great Pike ordered, a finger pointing at Lenya and then curling back and pointing at the flesh rising from between his thighs. "Let's see if you're worth the price I paid or if I should throw you to the worgs."