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

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"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."

Lenya knew, this was the make or break moment. If she displeased him in any way, if he even caught an inkling that what she was doing, or about to do, was not genuine, if he even had a momentary thought that this was a trap or set up or anything from Great-Dart other than sending her forward to be sold, and she would be dead. It was that simple.

She thanked the gods for the collar around her throat, why? So that he would not notice that she swallowed hard, having to gain control of her emotions, in order to put on the show she was about to put on.

She could not crawl to him, her hands secured behind her back prevented that. So, she fluidly, in one motion, lifted to her feet, like a flower lifting to the sun and opening to absorb the warm lighted rays. She wished there were some sun in there right now, some warmth. She wished she did not feel that cold shiver of fear in the depths of her, a feeling she hid well from the Witch Goblin who was watching intently with the Blue-Eyed slave. As she stepped up to where Great-Pike sat, Lenya thought of Flayer. She could do this, if she could keep Flayer in her mind, as if she were pleasing him, and not Great-Pike.

She met Great-Pike's gaze, but only for a moment, before her eyes lowered submissively before him. She then lowered slowly to her knees at his feet, the motion again fluid, a drop of water sliding ever so slowly down the surface of a leaf. Her eyes roamed over his length, he was thicker than Flayer, but not as long, at least that was her estimation. She knew what she was going to do, she had it already planned out in her mind. When with Flayer, she simply reacted, her body and mind submitting to what he was doing to her, she gave him what she was, her pleasure, her orgasm, her body, her sex...She had given Flayer... her.... with Great-Pike, he would not get that. He would get what she chose to give him, and nothing more...although he would not realize that.

Leaning forward, she let him feel the very warmth of her breath flowing over his length, which now had fully thickened and hardened. She took a deep calming breath, and closed her crystal clear eyes, her soft pink tongue slipping free of her lips, to slide over the smooth cockhead of the Goblin. She could hear his own breath catch for just a moment, before resuming his deeper breathing. With a slow swipe of her tongue, she licked over and across his cockhead, before languidly, as if licking the tastiest of honey off her own fingers, she laved her tongue down the side of his shaft, licking every vein, every ripple, to the root of his cock, only to glide her tongue back up again, and back down again, until his cock was glistening wet, she then let him watch as she lifted her head and parted her lips, caressing each teir with the pink tip of her tongue to moisten, her head lowered again, eyes closing once more and her mouth opening to engulf his cock, in one deep motion she pulled him within and to the back of her throat. In her mind, she saw Flayer, her mouth pleasuring his cock, not the one that she was currently sucking upon. She felt Flayer's claws weave into her hair, heard his groans of pleasure and with that in her mind's eye, she began to move her mouth, her lips tight around his shaft as she took him deep within and back out again, deep into the tight wetness and back out again, she sucking deeply, letting him feel the pressure surround him, her tongue swirling to caress, to massage, her throat swallowing as the head hit the back.

She felt Great-Pike begin to move his hips in rhythm to the motion of her head, so she knew he was enjoying... She was oblivious to anything else going on in the chamber. She kept her attention on Great-Pike, and her mind on Flayer, careful to keep up any barriers to the Witch, although she wondered if the Goblin Female could penetrate her mind when not touching her. She kept her mouth tight on Great-Pike's cock, she could feel it throbbing, pulsing with every beat of his heart. It was then that she took the initiative and released his cock from her mouth. He was about to protest, when she moved up his legs, and in one smooth motion, was upon his lap. His thick, rock hard shaft was dripping from her mouth, and she easily rocked her hips to caress the length with the slick folds of her pussy. He grabbed his cock and she was impaled easily, he thrusting his hips upwards, as he shoved her down, feeling the searing heat of her sex grasping him, wrapping around him, vice tight, her back arching as she cried out, the silken walls of her pussy pulsating around his member.

Great-Pike began grunting deeply as he jerked his hips up, Lenya's entire lithe, sleek body now rocking upon his lap as she rose and fell upon his cock, the sound was wet, tight, her slick fluids dripping down over his balls, her heat was boiling hot, her body gripping, clenching at him, the harder she rocked, the harder he thrust, impaling her, penetrating her over and over again, her voice a slow wanton, keening moan. She was not crying like so many others did, no, she was moaning, gasping in pleasure, as she rode him, his cock hitting deeper and deeper with every motion...

 

[Otto26]

Marla couldn't have looked away even if she had been able to. The female goblin's hand was painfully tight in her hair, forcing her to watch Lenya serve Great Pike. Part of her wept in fear, tears running quietly down her cheeks, as she saw her life flash before her eyes. Raped by the big goblin until he tired of her and tossed her to his followers as he had the elf woman. Or, worse? Tossed to the worg creatures. Would they kill her? Was this all her life held? Part of her marveled at Lenya. How was she able to do that? She looked like she enjoyed it. She had definitely enjoyed it with her last goblin. Marla remembered her dancing for him. Dancing to him. Dancing on him. She'd told Marla and the others to go willingly, to find their own pleasure in the acts. Was she doing that now? Finding her own pleasure? She buried Great Pike's cock in her mouth, her nose against his belly, and Marla quietly gasped. How was Lenya doing that? Would Marla have to? Would she be able to?

The female goblin started when Lenya pulled her mouth away from Great Pike and climbed up on him. Marla felt a little more confident as Lenya sank down onto Great Pike's cock, engulfing it with her sex. That she could do. That she had done. Had had done to her. The moaning? She could do that, too. And the gasps. Would Great Pike believe she was experiencing pleasure? Would she actually experience pleasure? Lenya was. But... there was something different about her. She was enjoying being fucked, but it wasn't the same. Marla had seen her with Flayer, had seen her.... surrender? Offer herself? She wasn't doing that now. Did Great Pike notice?

***

Al'ala watched the half-breed fuckmeat bend her head to Great Pike's flesh and was amazed at his restraint. He was a male goblin and accustomed to taking what he wanted. With the elfmeat he'd simply grabbed her hair and forced her head up and down on his flesh. With this one he tolerated her teasing and waited for her. As if she was one of the sisters. She suppressed the snarl of anger that thought birthed. Did the little witchmeat know how to use her power? Was she bending the emotions and thoughts of Great Pike even now as the sisters did? They had to prevent that. Killing the fuckmeat would be best, but Great Pike would not tolerate that. Neutering her powers would do. But they'd have to get her into the harem. She'd already tried that ploy and been re-buffed. Try from another angle? Let another sister make the attempt?

She was shocked when the halfbreed stopped fellating Great Pike; her body literally shook. She dared?! And he allowed?! The elfmeat would have been knocked to the floor, kicked until she begged forgiveness and then taken without mercy until she collapsed. But she rode him... eagerly. Again, like one of the sisters. Too dangerous! One of Great Pike's hands rose up her back, claws leaving a trail of scratches on her flesh, and seized her hair, bending her head back. Al'ala's hand tightened in the fuckmeat's hair and the blue-eyed meat whimpered.

Great-Pike pulled the half-breed down hard on his cock, his hips pushing up, a growl emerging from him as he spent into the fuckmeat. She knew the signs, had even experienced them herself on occasion. He thrust up into her a few more times, shaking her breasts with the force of the motions, and then relaxed into the dehnar as his cum oozed out of the fuckmeat's cunt.

***

Marla recognized an opportunity and tried to seize it. "Please, mistress! Master's seed is going to waste. I need to clean it. Please, master," she switched targets, "let me clean you. I need to clean you," she whined and struggled forward, the leash and Al'ala's hand preventing her from moving.

***

Al'ala was shocked enough that she hissed in surprise and then anger. "Silence, fuckmeat!"

"No," she was horrified to hear. "Send her to me," Great Pike commanded.

Al'ala savagely suppressed the desire to use her claws and rip out the fuckmeat's throat. "Yes, Great Pike," she ground out and released the fuckmeat, first from her hand, and then from the chain. The fuckmeat darted forward, falling to all fours and urgently and inelegantly crawling to where Great Pike reclined with the half-breed fuckmeat still in his lap. "Up," he commanded the half-breed, his hands lifting her ass. Unceremoniously he pushed her off, tumbling her to the ground. The blue-eyed fuckmeat dived between his legs, lapping at the thick liquid that coated his member and his thighs and the chair beneath him. "Thank you, master," the fuckmeat repeated as she industriously cleaned with her mouth and tongue.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lenya fell to the floor with a hard gasp.. Her body still shaking, not from an orgasm, she had not reached climax, not that it mattered to Great-Pike. As long as he had, she had done what she needed to do. She was shaking from the sheer intensity of having to put on such a show. None of that had been even comparable to when she was with Flayer. From moment one, with him, Flayer, it had been... different.

As she lay there, naked, his seed spilling from her used pussy, she took the time to survey the room. Marla had Great-Pike's attention at the moment, and even had the Female Goblin Witch's attention. This afforded Lenya the time, however short it may be, to get the "lay of the land" so to speak. Her biggest interests were, the fact that her own dagger lay on the table near the large hearth that had been fashioned out of stone to provide warmth on those cold northern nights. Next to that hearth was a pile of wood, along with the long, and very sharp, fire poker took used to stoke a fire. What else was there that could be used as a weapon? She knew if she were going to be able to do this and get her ass out of there, Great-Pike had to die quickly and quietly. Slicing a throat with her dagger would work, as would that sharp Poker Tool through the eye. Using the wood to bludgeon him would not work, too loud and she doubted she could kill him quickly enough. He also had, what looked to be a sword of some flavor next to his bedding. But it looked large and heavy, most likely too unwieldy for her to be able to handle with any kind of proficiency.

Her best bet, her Dagger or the Fire Poker. She felt a little better, now that a plan was beginning to congeal in her mind. A more precise plan.

She dared not move, other than getting back to her knees, which she quietly did, lowering her head to the floor in her submission. She watched with lidded eyes, as Blue-eyed Marla dutifully cleaned her new Master. Lenya knew life was going to be hard for her, but if she proved to be willing and take care of his needs, she hoped she would be ok. But she wondered what would happen with her after she killed Great-Pike. If Marla were there when it happened, what then? That was a contingency she had not taken into account. She would have to deal with it as it happened. That's all. The plan was fluid and would change based on circumstances. But one thing Lenya knew, she was closer to killing Great-Pike then any other had been...

Marla, in the meantime, finished her task of cleaning the Great One. The taste was foul to her, but she knew she would have to get used to it. When he was fully cleansed, his cock glistening from the glide of her tongue and lips, she sat back and lowered her head to his feet in submission. Lenya had to smile, inwardly, the girl had paid attention...

 

[Otto26]

"Bring me a drink, Al'ala," Great Pike commanded.

Al'ala carefully hid her rage behind a calm exterior. "Yes, Great Pike," she replied and padded over to the sideboard.

"Is it possible that I bought two willing fuckmeat?" he pondered aloud. A hand reached down to take Marla by the hair and lift her to her knees. Another hand reached out to squeeze a breast hard enough to elicit a gasp of pain. "Are you willing fuckmeat?" he asked.

"Y-yes, master," Marla stuttered. Great Pike looked unconvinced. "Please, master," she blurted, "please... fuck me. It's been too long. I need... I need your goblin cock," she squeaked.

Al'ala padded to a stop beside Great Pike, a cup of alcohol in one hand, a pitcher in the other. Great Pike laughed and tossed Marla aside, sending her sprawling to the ground next to Lenya. "Willing meat," he said, taking the cup from Al'ala's hand. "Or trying to be."

"Or trying to be, Great Pike," Al'ala agreed. When he drained the cup she refilled it from the ornate pitcher, elvish work.

"And why is she trying to be willing meat? Does she think it will improve her life?"

"Will it?" Al'ala asked.

Great Pike bellowed laughter. "Hardly. She'll writhe on my spear whether or not she desires it."

"A life of degradation serving your pleasure?" Al'ala pursued, re-filling Great Pike's cup again.

"Always," he agreed. "And not a bad idea. Have their ears pierced. The elves always hate that and the humans bleed so nicely."

Al'ala reached out with her free hand to steady the cup in Great Pike's hand, her mind reaching into his, tilting. "As you command, Great Pike. Here or in the harem?"

There was moment of hesitation, a moment when Al'ala carefully focused.

"In the harem," he pronounced.

Al'ala smiled. "Yes, Great Pike," she demurely acknowledged. Her smile turned very goblin as she turned it on the fuckmeat.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lenya listened to the entire conversation, and she knew that the Goblin Witch was influencing Great-Pike. As soon as she saw the Witch touch his hand.

And that snarling grin that curled the Female Goblin Witch's face told Lenya that was exactly what she had wanted. To get her into the Harem. Lenya did not know much about Goblin harems. She'd heard talk about it, around the human towns mostly. That the reason Goblins favored female slaves for use was due to the fact that the Harem of Female Goblins controlled who and when a mating would occur. And Female Goblins apparently only mated when in... season? Was that the correct word? Lenya was not too sure. She had hoped to avoid Goblin Females all together. She had also heard that some Great-Ones keep their slaves separate from the Goblin Harems. Others not so much.

This did not bode well for Lenya and she knew it. But she would deal with it. She had no choice in the matter. She would have to endure what they did to her in order to get back to Great-Pike. She knew they would not kill her, she was too valuable for that. Perhaps she, herself could put a little nugget into Great-Pike's mind. Nothing too intrusive. Nothing too out of the ordinary for a Goblin such as he. He would have to think, believe the idea was his, just as the Witch had just done to him a moment ago...

As the Goblin Female approached, Lenya dared to send a quiet tendril into the mind of Great-Pike. Nothing more than a reminder that she, could be the next Safi, be the loyal half breed that he had so wanted, to rival what Great-Dart had. It was nothing more than a tickle, an itch, in his brain that would grow on it's own, a thought that he would think was his, a thought that was, honed in truth. She was a half breed. She was the same as Safi, she did possess a gift, she knew that now. Lenya herself would never even think to put herself on the same level as the infamous one... But Great-Pike easily could think that... and that was what she was counting on.

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Word had been taken back to Thea'ana the Goblin Witch "Mother" as soon as Lenya had gotten to the trading and selling post. Rumors had been spinning, rumors of another half breed, of another "Safi"... Rumors that said she had killed for the Goblin that had captured her. He was not even her "Owner", he had not been able to claim her. He had merely been given the duty of delivering her, along with the others, to the Northern Trade Post. Rumors that she was willing. Willing fuckmeat.

Theirs was a larger harem, 22 of them to be precise. The age range was 19 seasons to Thea'ana at 48 seasons. They had been with Great-Pike and his vast lair for several seasons now, and were established and in control.

They tolerated the female slaves because they had to. None had been seen as a threat. Most were human, they were always seen as inferior, and most were. There had been a couple of pure elves, the last one that Great-Pike had tossed to Knuckles was one. They were a bit more irksome, but often learned their place easily enough.

This.. was different. Safi's legend was far reaching. The Harems across the lands had to deal with the fact that the Great-Ones all wanted what Great-Dart had. A powerful, witch slave that would bend to their every whim, and was loyal only to them.

And now, it appeared that Great-Pike had managed to get himself one. Even Thea'ana was suspicious as to why Great-Dart had sent one such as Lenya forward to be sold. Did he fear a competition between his Safi and the new Lenya? Had Safi dictated she be sent away, fearing the new one's possible strength/power? Great-Pike would like that. It was all about that show of power, prestige, control with him.

"Bring them both to me. I will pierce the slut's ears myself"

She cared less about the human slave girl. Great-Pike tired of human slaves fairly quickly. But she would pierce the human girl's ears none the less.

Al'ala had literally nearly dragged both Lenya and Marla down the long "hall" that lead out to a very large courtyard and into another larger room where the harem slept. The courtyard had free access to the lair and the surrounding compound that made up Great-Pike's base of "operations" so to speak. His actual lands extended much further out than that, but it was here that the dens were built and the stables for both slaves and Worgs...

Thea'ana sat at the far end of the courtyard, enjoying the cool night air. Lenya counted at least 15 or more Goblin females, of all shapes and sizes. Several who were obviously expecting as well. She knew all were witches, she could easily sense that. She could also sense and feel the abject hatred the Females had for both her and Marla and they were met with snarling threats that were hurled at them from all sides..

"Fucking ugly fuckmeat"
"Bet the Worgs wouldn't even fuck them"
"Feed them to the Worgs, they love fresh meat, alive and screaming"
"no, I want to gut them myself, I just sharpened my claws"
"keep them alive, we can feed them bit by bit to the youngins when born"
"I want to feed their heart to my youngin" said one as she massaged her swollen belly

"ENOUGH" Thea'ana exclaimed. "Yes, I too would be more than happy to tear both the fuckmeat apart while they screamed for mercy. But Great-Pike wishes them alive for now, so alive they will stay. At least until we come up with an acceptable excuse for their deaths." She smirked, looking at the 2 of them.

Both were thrown to the ground before Thea'ana's feet, she glowering down at both of them, a sharpened Worg fang in her hand. With a snarling grin, she grabbed Marla, curling her clawed fingers into the slave girl's hair and yanking back her head. "Hold her Al'ala"... "Gladly" she growled, weaving her own claws into the slave's mane and pulling her back even further. Marla cried out, both in fear and pain, as the Goblin Witch mother grasped her right ear, and forcing the sharp tip of that honed fang thru both the ear lobe and the top of her ear, making 2 holes, both of which were now bleeding. She repeated the process with the left ear. Once done, small copper hoops were put in place with a small chain that connected both hoops. Marla was sobbing now, from the pain, tears rolling down her cheeks. With a hard kick to the belly, Thea'ana shoved the girl away from her. "Disgusting slave, stop crying. You have no idea what kind of pain is in store for you!!!"

Al'ala also kicked the girl off to one side, before grabbing Lenya, pulling her back by her golden mane....

"So this one has the Insight does she?" Thea'ana crooned, looking down upon her.

To be continued....

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lenya said nothing. She knew it was better to remain silent, in this case, to remain submissive. These Females were dangerous. They were the breeding stock of the Goblins. She dared not hurt them, as much as they, for the most part, dared not damage her either. She was the property of Great-Pike after all.

"so... Fuckmeat. I've been told you have the Gift... that perhaps you are another Safi, if we believe the rumors about Safi to be true"...

Until one saw both Safi and Great-Dart, until one saw the bond, the influence, the loyalty, and the submission for themselves, so many thought the talk of Safi to be rumor, or at most an over-exaggeration.

"Let's see just what it is you have, shall we" the older Goblin Witch mother placed a foot into Lenya's chest and shoved her back as Al'ala let go of her hair, snorting laughter as Lenya fell to her back with a loud groan and a harsh gasp of air...

Thea'ana leaned over her, and unceremoniously shoved 2 long clawed fingers into Lenya's still dampened sex. Lenya herself, caught a bit off guard, could not help or stop the reaction of her body as her back bowed, her hips rocking upwards, the depths of her sex becoming slick, dripping.

"Well, she certainly is willing. She is already heated, and soaking wet" Thea'ana smirked. Some slaves were just meant to be fucked, she thought to herself. And this one was obviously one of those... She closed her eyes, searching, penetrating, and Lenya did the same. She quickly blocked her more intimate thoughts and emotions, feeding the Witch Mother her fear, and her desire to please, her willingness to pleasure. Letting the Witch Mother see that yes, she was gifted, but minimally so. She did not want the Witch Mother or any of the others to know how deep her insight, her... magic? .. if one wanted to call it that.. went. Actually Lenya herself had no real clue what she could or could not do. She was almost as surprised at this as the Goblin females were. She had thought her communication with Runt was just, a fluke? Normal? a one time thing? ...

"You question your Gift?"

GODS damn, the Witch Mother had sensed her own insecurity. Lenya decided to not deny that small part and simply nodded. It would make her look more, vulnerable, that was what she needed. She did not want to be seen a a threat here. She could not battle the Harem and kill Great-Pike as well...

The Witch Mother slowly thrust her fingers deeper into the willing slave's pussy. She was searing hot inside, and the softness, like velvet blanket, wrapped around her fingers tightly. It was so obvious why the Goblin males so enjoyed mating the humans and Elven females. Between that heated embrace, and the reaction of the females, Thea'ana watching as Lenya's body trembled, her face flushed. When Al'ala had pushed inside her, she had not manipulated her at all, she just shoved her finger in. The Witch Mother was now slowly gliding her clawed fingers in and out of Lenya's wet pussy, applying pressure to her swelling clit in the process.. And Lenya's body was showing the sensation that was racing thru her, even if she didn't want it to. Thea'ana had seen some of the male Goblins do exactly this to their females, not often, but some knew that they could get a better reaction from the slave and therefore more pleasure for themselves if that small nub was rubbed during fucking. Many didn't care, but Thea'ana remembered walking past the stable, and one of the Guards was thrusting hard and deep into one of the Stable Fuckmeat slaves, she was chained, restrained so that her head and chest were on the ground, her hips and ass up and legs spread, her pussy presented for any to use as they passed by. He was shoving his cock into her pussy hard, but he had reached around her hips while he mounted and rode her, and his claw was pressing and rubbing her swollen clit.. the girl was crying out, half sobbing, half moaning, and shaking from what he was doing and when he spilled his seed inside her, she too shook and screamed, it was obvious she had gotten some pleasure out of it. The young Thea'ana had asked the Guard what he did and he explained he had learned it from others... and it seemed to work. He found it much more gratifying for him when he did this. She had researched this as best she could and believed it to be true and knew it to be true now, in her experience.

Lenya had to get control of her wildly twisting thoughts and emotions. She felt that this Goblin Witch was trying to weaken her, trying to perhaps make her slip within her thoughts, like Safi had when she had revealed her plan on her thoughts to her while Safi had pleasured her with her fingers.

And Lenya did just that, almost shutting down with a loud NO, that hit Thea'ana's mind like a thunderbolt, sending the Witch Mother reeling back. Pulling her fingers free of the fuckmeat's pussy.

With a growl of frustration, yes she had learned that she was an outcast, yes, she had even seen her capture at the waterfall. Yes, the half breed was willing, more than willing. But there was so much more and she could not get to it, she shook her head to clear her mind.

"HOLD HER" It was clear the Witch Mother was frustrated but she wished to hide that anger, that frustration from the others. Al'ala grabbed Lenya by the hair and yanked her roughly back to her knees, wretching her head back hard. Thea'ana leaned forward and as Lenya gasped, knowing this was going to further mark her as "fouled" by the Elves, the fang point was impaled thru her earlobe as well as the top of the point of her ears. The copper hoops placed with the adjoining chain. "Didn't like that now did you" Thea'ana growled maliciously...

"Well, we'll see how you like having your nipples pierced, fuckmeat, because I will be suggesting that to Great-Pike. You are nothing more than a foul mixed breed slave now. You will NEVER be anything more." It was apparent that Thea'ana had picked up on the distress that Lenya felt at being a mixed blood and the shunning she had always felt.

"What about her gift.. Mother?" Al'ala asked, as Thea'ana kicked Lenya down and out of the way as she rose to her feet.

"Great-Pike desires the gift, I do not believe she is a threat to us. If she becomes one, I will speak to Great-Pike myself"

Lenya lay on the ground, panting. She had effectively blocked the Witch Mother and the Goblin female had bought into it. She thought that the mixed blood was weak and no threat, that was good, that was what she needed at least for now.

"Ahhh but I know better"

The voice was familiar in her mind.. so familiar. It took her a moment to focus. She could not see him, but could sense him close by, it was the Worg that Knuckles and she, for that matter, had ridden into the compound on...

Lenya stared. What if the Worg communicated with the Female Goblins?

"They think of me as nothing but a beast"

"I see you as enslaved, like I am..."

"I am..."

After having heard the other Worgs when she arrived, Lenya realized this one was... different?

"Not different, I would like nothing more than to mate you and tear you apart. But I am tired. Worn out."

Lenya nodded just ever so slightly. She understood. He'd been chained and bound for a long time.

"I have"

He moved past where she could feel him... and he was gone...

Great-Pike wishes both slaves at his dinner, take them to be prepared" Thea'ana kicked dirt onto both of them before spitting in her disgust. But it was not lost on Lenya when she watched the Witch Mother lick her fingers...

 

[Otto26]

Al'ala snapped her fingers and gestured at two younger females who stepped forward, each taking a slave by the hair and pulling, forcing the women to follow them. It was a short walk into another chamber. This space was dominated by the spring which sat in the center of it. It was readily apparent that the spring was natural, but the space around it had been improved, the rock carved with ornate decorations. The goblin holding Lenya pushed her to her knees before the water and looked around, as if worried there might be someone in the small space she hadn't seen, and then forced Lenya's head to one side and licked the blood from her ear and neck.

"Sweet," she murmured and pushed Lenya's head to the other side in order to repeat the process. The other goblin was mirroring the action with Marla who whimpered in discomfort and fear. It took a minute for there to no longer be enough blood for the goblins to taste and, frustrated, the goblin holding Marla pushed her headlong into the cold water. The other goblin followed suit, using her foot to push Lenya in.

"Bathe, fuckmeat," one commanded.

"How long?" the other asked.

"A few minutes," the first replied.

The second hiked her dress up above her hips and sat on the edge of the pool, dangling her legs in the water and leering at the two slaves. "Hurry up," she snarled at them. "You've work to do."

The first goblin hiked her dress up and sat next to the first, chuckling. "I told you Al'ala would take care of us."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lenya managed to keep herself stilled while the Female Goblin took the liberty of tasting her blood. She heard Marla whimper, but Lenya managed to stay quiet. She refused to give either of these Goblins the satisfaction of reacting. Her inner senses telling her they both were younger, fairly new within the Harem, and seeking favor from the Witch Mother. Lenya also quickly gleaned that both were loyal to the Witch Al'ala, who appeared to be the second in command around the Harem.

Both were then shoved into the cold water. But cold or not, the water was fresh, and both Lenya and Marla were glad to be able to bathe.

"Bathe, fuckmeat," one commanded.

"How long?" the other asked.

"A few minutes," the first replied.

Lenya shot a look over to the 2 Female Goblins, a look of pure hatred. But neither noticed, they were too busy hiking up their simple dresses to expose themselves. With a leering grin. "Hurry up," the one snarled at them. "You've work to do."

It was obvious what the Female Goblins wanted. Both were younger, both were new, and neither, as of yet, had the privilege of any kind of mating with Great-Pike or any other for that matter. Sure, they pleasured each other. But this was too good and opportunity to pass up and both of them knew it.

Lenya looked over to Marla, who was hesitating. She nodded to the girl, indicating that this was something they were going to have to do. She wished she could tell her it would not be so bad. Lenya had never done anything like this to a female, but it had to be better than swallowing the foul cock of Great-Pike again, or any other other Goblin Male... other than Flayer of course, the thought quickly flashed across her mind.

She slowly moved across the small pool of water to the waiting Female Goblins. Marla following her example.

As far as Lenya was concerned, it did not matter which one she had to please and which one Marla had to please. Both were of equal standing, which was low, within the Harem.

Lenya ended up with the one on the left, Marla with the one on the right.

She closed her eyes as she slid between the female's parted thighs. She could scent the Goblin's sex, a musky odor, heavy, but not foul, perhaps a little sour to her nose. Lenya leaned in, and let her tongue lightly sample the softness of the Female's pussy lips. They were thicker than perhaps her own, but the anatomy was the same. Lenya let her mind remember what Flayer had done to her with his tongue. Of course Lenya's was not nearly as long, but she could emulate what he had done and the thought of his tongue snaking onto her own sex awakened her own arousal, the warmth spreading through her quickly, urgently.. she could almost feel his touch, his licking her, his orgasm inside her.

It was that in her memory that Lenya managed to find some comfort in while she serviced the female Goblin. Her hands were free'd for the moment to allow her to bathe, so she gently parted the folds of the Goblins pussy and began laving her tongue into her heated wet slit. The Goblin began moaning, weaving her claws into Lenya's wet hair and rocking her hips to her mouth. Lenya continued to slip and twist her tongue over the moistening pussy, snaking the tip inside and back out again, but it was the swelling clit that she focused on, lapping at that tender bundle of nerves, feeling it throb against her tongue and lips. The Female Goblin had her head back, eyes closed. She was gasping and moaning, as was her friend. Marla was doing her best to pleasure her as well. Lenya pushed her slender middle finger inside the female Goblin's dripping sex, curling it slightly and finding that spot. Between that and he tongue now continuously caressing her clit, the Goblin cried out and with a low, deep throated groaning she climaxed, her orgasm twitching thru her pussy, spasming the muscles and spilling out a slick, heated, slightly sweet offering that Lenya easily tasted and enjoyed.

A moment later and her companion, pressing her hips and pussy into Marla's face, mouth, also orgasmed, her entire body shaking and shuddering as Marla licked along her sex, drinking in the sweetness she expelled...

Both Females were, for a time, lost in the sensation, while both Lenya and Marla finished bathing and washing out their mouths.

"Well, are they done bathing or what? " came Al'ala's voice from the other Chamber.

Both Females jumped to their feet, pulling down their dresses quickly. "Yes Sister" they both answered, reaching in and grabbing Lenya and Marla out of the water...

 

[Otto26]

Al'ala looked up as the younger sisters dragged the fuckmeat into the room. The three other goblins did the same.

"Restrain them," she ordered. "That one first," she pointed at Lenya.

Marla was pushed to her knees by one goblin and the others moved to Lenya, seizing her and throwing her up against a wall, hands at her wrists and shoulders, knees and hips. Her legs were pulled apart as Al'ala approached with a rod in a bowl held before her. She chanted a short phrase repetitively and the other goblins took up the chant as she knelt in front of Lenya and extracted the phallic rod from the oily substance within in the bowl. The polished wooden penis was thrust up between Lenya's nether lips, almost as though Al'ala was stabbing her. The goblin woman dipped a claw in the bowl and began to trace an intricate design low on Lenya's belly, upon her mons. Three times she dipped her claw and traced the clear, oily liquid upon Lenya's skin. The liquid seemed to be absorbed into the slave's flesh almost immediately after it was applied and, when the goblin witch was finished, there was no trace of it upon Lenya.

Al'ala yanked the rod out of Lenya's sex and stood, holding it in front of her. "You'll never bear children, fuckmeat," She turned her eyes on Marla. "Now her."

Lenya was released by all but one of the women and dragged down to her knees by that last captor as the others moved to the other slave and spreadeagled her against the wall. The chanting resumed and Al'ala again performed the ceremony upon the whimpering slave. Marla, too, was cast to the floor upon the completion of the ceremony.

The goblin women stirred as the mother entered the room. "It is done?" she asked.

"Yes, mother," Al'ala replied, handing the bowl and phallus to one of the other women. "Neither will quicken the seed of Great-Pike, or any other."

"Good," Thea'ana hissed. "Then they are no threat to the harem."

"What of this one?" Al'ala asked, slapping the back of Lenya's head. "Shall we mute her?"

The witch mother frowned. "Great Pike will not allow it, yet. His will is still set upon a vision of her that includes the ability to speak. We will change that, but it will take time. No. But we *will* mute her mind to prevent her using the intuition. Today, while Great Pike sleeps we will bring her to the harem. I will have preparations made. Now, take the fuckmeat to Great Pike for his meal."

"Yes, mother," Al'ala replied. She looked over at the goblins holding the two slaves in their kneeling positions and nodded at them. Together, the three of them walked out with the slaves behind them on their leashes. At the entrance to the harem, before the long hallway to the quarters of Great Pike, two more women waited with silver trays, looted from elvish lands. A variety of needles and nipple jewelry and chains were arranged upon them. Al'ala inspected the trays, grudgingly deciding that she could find no fault with the preparations. She picked up one long, curved needle and turned to the slaves. "Great Pike's favorite," she informed them. Her hand moved slowly and the point of the needle moved. "He likes to move the needle very slowly." She grinned and the goblin women all shared a sinister chuckle. The needle went back onto the tray and Al'ala motioned to the guards. The women opened the door and Al'ala led the procession into the quarters of Great Pike.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"You'll never bear children, fuckmeat"

Lenya did not quite understand what was being done to her. She had managed to keep silent when the long phallic rod was ruthlessly shoved inside her, though she bit her lower lip so hard that it bled slightly. It had never even crossed her mind about being or getting pregnant. She had mitigated that possibility before she had even begun her quest. The fact was, Lenya knew she herself was the product of, well, forced sex. She would not bare a child under the same circumstances. Yes, she had known what the Goblins did to their slaves, perhaps she underestimated the brutality she had witnessed, but she knew. But she had been making Stoneseed Root Tea for the last couple of years and drinking it daily since before her quest began. She did not trust humans after what had happened to her mother, so even though she was virginal until this quest, she had taken no chances. Stoneseed Root was known among healers to prevent pregnancy and the longer she had been drinking it, the more likely her body would remain sterile. There was no use in telling the Goblin Witches any of that. The idea that she may NEVER bear children was upsetting, but it was not something she could do anything about at this point it time...

"What of this one?" Al'ala asked, slapping the back of Lenya's head, once she was done. "Shall we mute her?"

The witch mother frowned. "Great Pike will not allow it, yet. His will is still set upon a vision of her that includes the ability to speak. We will change that, but it will take time. No. But we *will* mute her mind to prevent her using the intuition. Today, while Great Pike sleeps we will bring her to the harem. I will have preparations made. Now, take the fuckmeat to Great Pike for his meal."

Lenya did not react to that. She dared not show that she heard what was said, and understood. She got the feeling that yes, they knew she was different, but were still thinking she was nothing but stupid fuckmeat, even with her Insite gift. She did not like the idea of them muting her mind. No, she was not going to allow that. She could not allow them that kind of control over her. The Harem was going to prove to be a challenge. She was going to have to deal with that, the question was, how?

She would need to make sure that Great-Pike sleeps with her. That would prove to be advantageous for 2 reasons. One, she would be safe from the Harem and Second, she'd maybe have the chance to kill Great-Pike. Especially if he drinks this night. That would really prove to be advantageous. But she had to get through the dinner first. And she knew, this was going to be a painful event. Just the idea of her nipples being pierced sent a cold shiver snaking through her. "I can do this" she thought to herself. "I have to do this"...

The dinner this eve was being held in Great-Pike's personal dining space, adjoining his quarters. The floor was covered in furs of bear, wolf, and deer, along with rugs, ornate and hand sewn, obviously looted from Elven or Human lands. In the center sat a low, longer wooden table. Goblins had no use for chairs for dining. Often dining was followed by fucking the fuckmeat, and chairs merely got in the way.

Lenya counted 5 other Goblins in Great-Pike's quarters as she was lead in, and noted that they appeared to be either a guard or perhaps an advisor of some sort. Most likely a couple of them were body guards for Great-Pike himself. It appeared he did not have a Slash-Throat or Ripper as Great-Dart had, not to mention Safi. She did see "Rings", and he looked quite satisfied, along with the former preferred slave girl of Great-Pike that had been gifted to him. She looked even more empty than she had, haunted, defeated, used. Around her throat there was now a chain collar. She was kneeling at Ring's feet, shaking slightly. Lenya had to tear her eyes away from the pathetic site.

Each of the other Goblins also had fuckmeat at their feet. Lenya guessed this was almost like a show and tell. She hadn't been in Great-Dart's lair long enough to know it this was the norm, but here, showing what you had, and having a fuckmeat of your own, was prestigious in many ways. Of course all knew what Great-Pike had, but he still liked to show it off, especially now that he had a half breed.

She and Marla were lead to the head of that low, thick table. Embedded in the side of the table, deep in the wood were 2 hooks, and the chains that draped from both their own collars were clipped to those hooks, one on each side of where Great-Pike would sit.

Lenya observed, as she knelt there, that not the entire Harem was privy to this dinner. The Goblin Witch Mother was there, as was Al'ala, but that was all. The other 2 Goblin Females, holding the ornate silver trays with the piercing implements, were obvious underlings and stood in the shadows awaiting Great-Pike, and hoping maybe they would be noticed and taken during the next mating heat. Another 2 underlings brought in platters filled with raw meat, still bloody, some warmed meat, along with root vegetables, potatoes, carrot, turnip. They then left and returned with several large flagons of drink, which were poured into the large goblets and steins strewn about for consumption. The Fire burned in the small hearth in the back.

Things were loud and rowdy, with fuckmeat, other than she and Marla, being groped and even used, Lenya could see one heavy set Goblin, with a really large belly, enjoying the mouth of his slave girl, her lips wrapped around his thick cock while she struggled to take him into her throat, while they awaited the arrival of Great-Pike. Lenya could see tears rolling down her cheeks and her body bore many scars, from claws, whips, and who knew what else...

It grew quieter, at least for the moment, when Great-Pike did arrive from within his Quarters.

The food and drink were laid out, but before he proclaimed it time to eat, he levelled his gaze on both Lenya and Marla.

"Let's have a bit of entertainment before we eat" he growled, an evil smile spreading across his features...


TO BE CONTINUED......

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Great-Pike reached for and grabbed Marla first, yanking her harshly to her feet and lifting her onto the table before him, where she was pushed down into a sitting position on her ass. She squeaked out a sudden, and fearful sound, that only made the Goblin laugh and backhand her. "SILENCE" he roared. With a snap of his clawed fingers, he summoned the Goblin Females behind him and carefully examined the trays.

Lenya dared to peek up from beneath her lowered lashes and she saw Marla, trembling badly and struggling not to start sobbing. She wished she could comfort her, but she could not. Marla would have to bare what was being done to her, just as she would.

Great-Pike chose a thick, curved, wicked looking needle. He held it up and it sparkled slightly in the firelight, as if winking at both Marla and Lenya.

"Hold her" he growled at the 2 underling Goblin females, to which both grabbed Marla from either side.

With a deep chuckle, Great-Pike first roughly pinched and rolled Marla's left nipple. Marla was a bit larger built than Lenya with larger breasts and deep darker nipples that peaked to a even deeper red color when aroused, which is what this one did, as Marla moaned low. With a smirk, Great-Pike then took the needle and began, agonizingly slowly, to push it into that swollen peak, and Marla, began to scream. The pain shot thru her as he threaded the sharp, thick steel into the aroused nub of her left nipple, blood beginning to drip out as he did so. Marla shook, struggled, cried, screamed, much to the delight of the other Goblins. The sound was painfilled, she unable to even beg him to stop. He pushed it further, and Marla jerked back, breaking the hold the 2 female Goblins had on her and tearing her nipple completely open.

She howled in pain, blood now flowing from the open wound. Great-Pike yelled, and with a hard backhand, he knocked Marla back, and over, she falling to the ground to the side of his feet with the hard strike. There was screaming, crying, yelling, and with a deep heavy growl Great-Pike picked her up and with one hand, razor sharp claws, he ripped into Marla's throat, tearing it open, her screaming suddenly stopping with a wet guttural moan and she was dead, her body and head going limp.

Great-Pike roared and tossed the body aside. His claws, and much of his chest, covered in the girl's blood.

"What about you half-breed!!" He snarled as he grabbed Lenya and threw her onto the table, yanking her up into a kneeling position. The 2 female goblins moved in to hold her but Great-Pike waved them off. "Let's see if you can handle pain, shall we" his voice was low, deep, challenging. Lenya knew she was going to have to pass this test, or she'd be a bloody body on the floor as well.

She had just watched him slaughter a defenseless girl. She was going to enjoy killing him, that much she knew.

Great-Pike took the same thick needle, and after arousing her nipple, which for her, was a bit smaller and lighter pink than Marla's had been, he grabbed her left breast, pinched and began the slow, painful, thrust of that wicked needle into the sensitive peaked flesh of her nipple. Lenya tightly closed her eyes. The pain shot thru her like lightning, sharp, agonizing, and she fought to keep from screaming, but she was screaming, howling, shrieking on the inside. Deep in her mind, she found a happy place, the field of sunflowers her mother used to take her to when she was young.

Great-Pike shoved the needle through and Lenya had managed to keep still. The pain was almost numbing, every part of her was screaming in pain, the agony radiating out from her left nipple. She had tears rolling down her cheeks, and yes, she was whimpering, but she had not screamed out loud somehow, but she felt like she had torn herself apart on the inside.

Her nipple was bleeding, large drops of bright red and Great-Pike leaned in, snaking his tongue out to taste the sweetness. The other Goblins cheered, sneered, the entertainment more than they had bargained for..

Lenya gasped in a harsh intake of air at the feel of his tongue, which only served to entice him to bring the nipple into his mouth and suckle, hard, drawing fresh blood and making her cry out at the unexpected painful sensation. "I think she likes it" he proclaimed as he released it with a hard rake of his teeth. He turned and selected a thick silver hoop and forced that through the newly opened wound, securing it as she fought to keep from crying out again.

"Now the other one"

He repeated the same process and Lenya fought just as hard to stay stilled and endure the pain. She was gasping by the time he was done, her skin was flush red, and heated, her breathing ragged, her body quivering slightly and the pain just seemed to keep twisting and turning through her, never giving her respite. After his taste of her blood again, another thick silver hoop was threaded thru the angry reddened nipple and secured, an ornate silver chain now hung between.

"After I eat, I'm going to fuck you until I hear you scream" he growled, pushing her back into the floor at his feet and reaching for the food, as Lenya lay sprawled on the floor, weakened, in pain, gasping....

 

[Otto26]

There was a collective expression of disappointment from the assembled goblins as Lenya sprawled to the floor. They'd expected more screaming and felt cheated when the fuckmeat endured. They assuaged their disappointment with pieces of bloody meat from the table and tormenting the other slaves. The fuckmeat fellating the heavy goblin squirmed under the pinching of her thighs, ass, and nipples and muffled whimpers and squeals of pain issued from around the goblin's fat cock. Knuckles yanked hard on the chain of his fuckmeat and she scrambled close to him and whimpered in pain as he twisted her nipple ring, her whimpers becoming a plea for mercy which turned into a scream that brought peals of laughter from the goblins, fists banging on the table in approval.

"That meat for my worg," Great Pike ordered a guard. The goblin slowly dragged the corpse from the room, leaving a bloody trail on the fine rugs and furs. He tossed a piece of flesh at Lenya, bouncing it off her face. "Eat, fuckmeat."

"How did matters sit at the trading post?" the Goblin ruler asked Knuckles as he chewed a piece of soft flesh.

The meal continued, with conversation occasionally being interrupted by a brief, snarling dispute between two or more of the participants and the occasional rape of one of the slaves. Knuckles spent several minutes praising the virtues of his new fuckmeat. These included her abject terror, her unquestioning obedience, and her 'loose cunt'. All aimed at currying favor with Great Pike by showing how he had shaped the fuckmeat. He concluded his performance by throwing the slave across the table and taking her from behind, thick flesh stabbing her repeatedly as his hand pulled back hard on her hair, exposing her tear-streaked face to the laughing goblins around the table. He finished in the slave and then dragged her off the table be her hair, forcing her face down to his penis so she could clean him.

Great Pike accepted the praise as his due, occasionally tossing food at Lenya or, when the mood took him, yanking her leash to pull her close so he could suck hard at her tender, bloody nipples. He even favored Knuckles with a taste, twisting the rings hard to increase the flow of blood before he let his subordinate suck viciously at her breasts. Lenya's breast popped out of Knuckles' mouth as he sucked hard and pulled away and fell back to her chest. He laughed.

"Is the half-breed truly willing, Great Pike? Or shall I go back and burn the trading post to the ground and crucify those that follow Dart?" he asked.

 

[Nyte_mare]

"Eat, fuckmeat."

Lenya slowly managed to pull herself up to a kneeling position once more. The pain that tore through her was nearly unbearable. Every beat of her heart, every pulse of blood through her veins and into her swollen, heated, pierced nipples, only served to send another wave of near agony coursing over and through her entire body. She wanted to break down and sob, in pain, an in sorrow for Marla.

Great-Pike tossed a bloody piece of meat at her with the command to eat. Swallowing hard, she took the still warm meat and slowly ate it. It was not something she preferred. Raw fish, yeah, but not raw meat. But she dared not show any resistance what so ever.

She watched as "Rings" curried favor from Great-Pike. Lenya could see it for what it was. She had always been observant and Goblins were not complex creatures to read for the most part. Some were more so than others. But not Knuckles/Rings. He wanted into Great-Pike's inner circle that much was sure. But she did not trust Knuckles at all. If she had been loyal to Great-Pike, or if it were Flayer sitting at the head of the table, if he had been the Great one, she would quickly warn him that Knuckles was not to be trusted. She would insist. She could see the lust, the envy in his eyes, even more than what she saw in Great-Pike's. Perhaps that was because, this bounty was right in front of him. One always wanted what one saw every day, whereas Great-Pike could not "SEE" Great-Dart and what he had, everyday. He only heard about it.

The meal progressed, it consisting of eating, a lot of drinking, the ale flowed freely, goblets and chalices and steins being filled liberally when empty. Fuckmeat, gods she hated that word, but it was what it was, were teased, and used, except for her. Yes, Great-Pike availed himself a taste of her blood via her still very painful and bleeding nipples and when he let Knuckles have a taste, she had to stay in position, on her knees, while Knuckles viciously sucked at her breasts, raking his fangs over her sore, swollen, reddened, pierced nipples, chuckling and growling at her low whimpers of pain, the thick tears that rolled down her cheeks. "You try and keep silent, but I hear your pain, I can taste it" he snarled in her ear as he licked his lips of her blood, he tracing a sharp claw under her chin. It was clear he did not "like" her. He desired her, she got that feeling easily. He desired her because Great-Pike did. It was so clear to her he wanted what Great-Pike had, all of it.

"Is the half-breed truly willing, Great Pike? Or shall I go back and burn the trading post to the ground and crucify those that follow Dart?" Knuckles was still licking his lips as he asked

Great-Pike, having indulged in several large steins filled with ale, turned toward where Lenya quietly knelt. She was trembling, her nipples were red, inflamed, still dripping blood, the silver hoops and chain gleaming in the flicking light of the nearby fire. Of course he thought she was merely dealing with what he had done to her, to Marla and perhaps thinking of what he was going to do to her. Then again, Great-Pike really didn't think that Fuckmeat could "think" all that much. That was his flaw, underestimating those close to him.

Lenya, even though silent, eyes lowered, trembling and in extreme pain, was thinking of one thing only. How she was going to kill him.. while he slept.

"Show him" came the command from Great-Pike..

The meal had wrapped up, the other Goblins were finishing what would most likely be the their last fill of ale before they left to their own dens for a round of fucking their slaves and then sleep. The Female Goblins had already gone back to their compound, other than the Female Goblin Al'ala She had been about to leave when Great-Pike laid forth his command, so she paused to observe.

Lenya had to try and not swallow hard, or take a deep breath. She had to be seen as willing, she had to.

She shifted forward, to her hands and knees, and slowly prowled toward Great-Pike. Even when in pain, she managed to move with the soft, sensual motion of a panther that was stalking it's prey. Her lithe form seeming to glide along the floor. Every nerve ending was screaming at her, but she saw this as an opportunity. If she fucked him hard enough, make him cum hard enough, she hoped, prayed to the gods above, he would pass out...

At his feet, as he gazed down at her, his eyes almost devouring her right there, she leans back on her knees and lets her thighs fall open, her sex, soft golden curls clinging wetly to the pinkened folds, inviting him, enticing him, she rocking her hips slightly as if begging with just her body. She could hear Knuckle's intake of breath as he watched. He had not seen one quite as willing as this. He'd seen willing in his time, but she just exuded sex, want, need as she knelt there.

"Please Master Great-Pike" she quietly begged. Gods the words sounded foul to her. When she begged Flayer, she had begged from her soul. This was nothing more than words, but they were words she had to say, had to "believe" at least for the moment. "Please" the word hung on her parted lips, the tip of her soft pink tongue caressing...

Great-Pike said nothing, instead pointing to his now raging hard cock. His slaves often begged, but hers pleas, was different. She was begging at his feet, willingly having crawled there. She wasn't begging, pleading for mercy, she was begging for his cock. That was exactly what she needed him to believe. He was feeling the effects of the ale and not realizing she was gently manipulating his thoughts, not controlling, she could not do that. Just... suggestion...

"yes Master Great-Pike" she quietly whispered, almost moaning as she said his name. She lifted to her feet to move to his lap... slowly, almost seductively, lowering down, leaning forward just a little, so her bared breasts, still reddened and slightly bleeding nipples, brushed alongside his face, swaying slightly, then gliding down against his chest as she descended. Her sex, poised over his thick, hard cock, she was just beginning to get wet enough now, her body reacting, that hot drips of her slickness laced down his cock lightly. Lenya let her body lower further, as he grasped his cock, although she was not nearly as aroused as she could have been, and it was painful to a degree as her pussy muscles stretched around his length, but his cock still slid deeply into her as she came down upon him, penetrating her, claiming her as his. The tightness grasping him, wrapping around him, the muscles embracing, wetness flowing anew, sending more searing hot drops of her juices down to stimulate and caress his balls. She heard him groan as she was now fully upon him.. she gasping as his thick heavy cock rested inside her.

Great-Pike did not seem to notice that perhaps she was not quite as wet and ready as she could have been, all he could feel was that vice like tight grip that wrapped around him. His previous slave had been well used and her pussy was more than open for him. But this one, his newest, and most expensive, he drunkenly thought, was as tight as the grip of searing hot steel, yet as soft as silk around his cock. And the heat, the heat was scalding, sending jabs of pleasure into his cock and through his balls, to rocket outward over his entire body. This was what fucking was all about. Total pleasure, hearing the slave cry out, feeling her body shaking, gripping, as he mated her.

He grabbed at her tender breasts, and this time Lenya did scream out, her voice rattling the ceiling her cry was so loud. This cause a cheer and laughter amongst the other Goblins as Great-Pike exclaimed "I told you I would make you SCREAM fuckmeat!!!"... He continued the torture of her nipples, pinching, rolling and then sucking, biting with his mouth and fangs... Lenya's cries were constant, sobbing, shrieking, the pain was exquiste, grabbing her and shaking her entire body as he thrust hard up into her spasming sex, his claws digging into her hips and then her ass as he bit down on one nipple, delighting in her howls of pain.....

The other Goblins were watching fervently, stroking their own hard, thick cocks, and several left to retire to their own dens and use, fuck, their own slaves, leaving only Knuckles, his slave and the Goblin Witch...

"FUCK YOUR CUNT IS TIGHT" Great-Pike exclaimed as he finally let go of her nipple, licking the blood from his lips.. as Lenya bounced upon his lap, rocking, her body lifting, and lowering as he directed, the lips of her pussy stretched over his cock, swallowing the length of him with each motion, her sex seeming to drink from him... her screams of pain had lowered to deep vibrating moans of what sounded to Great-Pike as pleasure... "SHE LIKES IT" he again exclaimed, as he rammed hard up into her over and over again....

 

[Otto26]

Al'ala watched with distaste as the fuckmeat wantonloy displayed herself to Great Pike and then begged for his flesh, hips gently rocking. Great Pike commanded with a gesture and the half-breed contentedly crawled onto his cock. And then Great Pike raped her, piercing and savagely fondling her softest flesh while she screamed in pain and pleasure and rode him at a gallop. Great Pike was fascinated by the creature, she saw, as was Knuckles and his fuckmeat. Those two stared openly, Knuckles with desire, the fuckmeat with... awe? Did I miss something, Al'ala wondered in sudden fear. Should I have been more forceful when I fucked her mind? How different is she, really? How dangerous? Her mouth set firmly as she decided. He has drunk much. Now he will fuck her until he sleeps. And then we will take her to the harem and mute her. A tattoo collar to ensure she can whimper and moan to Great Pike's delight, but never speak a word again. And a tattoo crown for her head so she never touches the thoughts of another again. We can shave the sides and back and leave the top; so long as the Great One has something to hold while he fucks her mouth he will be happy. Happy enough. He will be displeased with the modifications to his Stab-Gut, but that will pass. She cannot be allowed to remain as she is.

"FUCK YOUR CUNT IS TIGHT" Great-Pike exclaimed as he finally let go of her nipple, licking the blood from his lips.. as Lenya bounced upon his lap, rocking, her body lifting, and lowering as he directed, the lips of her pussy stretched over his cock, swallowing the length of him with each motion, her sex seeming to drink from him... her screams of pain had lowered to deep vibrating moans of what sounded to Great-Pike as pleasure... "SHE LIKES IT" he again exclaimed, as he rammed hard up into her over and over again....

Knuckles, fascinated, watched as Great Pike fucked his newest fuckmeat. The half-breed did indeed seem to enjoy it. Her body writhed upon the Great One, working at his pleasure, and her scent and moans filled the room. His fuckmeat stared at the coupling, eyes wide with? Envy? He snarled in killing rage and yanked at the leash, hard enough to choke the fuckmeat as he dragged her eyes away from the sight.

"You'll serve me as well or the worgs will feast on your meat too," he spat, his face mere inches from hers. Her terror was apparent, her eyes wide, her lips trembling as did the rest of her body.

"Please, master...." she begged, but for mercy, not for his cock.

Enraged, he stumbled to his feet, dragging the pleading fuckmeat behind him as he stalked towards the door, anger substituting for sobriety.

Great-Pike erupted into the hot fuckmeat with a smug shout and the pleasure of the moment overflowed him in much the same way that his cum overflowed the fuckmeat's cunt. Her scent hung in his nose, her moans filled his ears, her cunt caressed his cock, the taste of her blood was sweet on his tongue, and her raw tits bounced in front of his eyes and rubbed against his chest and face. His Stab-Gut. Visions of goblins flocking to his banner filled his mind's eye and he saw them riding south like a wave and taking everything Great Dart had and then sweeping over the elfmeat and humanmeat. Great Pike. Greatest.

The moment threatened to sweep him off into the dehnar and, as he teetered at the edge, he flailed for a handhold to pull himself back. His hand found the fuckmeat's hair. He tightened his grip on it and bent her head back, exposing her throat to his teeth, and the blood lust pulled him away from the dehnar. He held her there, impaled on his flesh, his cum dripping from her, smears of blood reddening her areolas.

"Willing fuckmeat," he taunted her. "But always fuckmeat. Always mine to rape whether you desire it or not." He pushed her back, back until his flesh pulled wetly from her open sex and she was laying on the table, her legs and sex still spread to him. "Nothing but fuckmeat," he cursed her and rolled her over onto her belly, pressing her breasts hard against the wood, pressing the side of her face hard into the wood with his hand still in her hair. And he knelt behind her, a hand guiding his wet cock to her ass.

Al'ala quietly hissed in disapproval as Great Pike positioned his stiff flesh against the fuckmeat's asshole and started to push in.

"Fuck. Meat," he snarled in accompaniment to two of his thrusts. He brought a hand back and slapped the half-breed's ass hard, shaking her body and the table under her.

The female goblin took an unconscious step back from the scene. She didn't care about the torture of the fuckmeat in the slightest, but the perversion of the act of fucking bothered her. Goblins fucked to procreate. Goblins that couldn't procreate fucked, raped, in imitation of procreation. This... was distasteful. And potentially worrisome. Would Great Pike forget himself and treat one of her sisters or daughters in this fashion? Was it time to leave this lair? Or perhaps arrange for a change in leadership? The harem would have to discuss this.

In front of her Great Pike continued to ravage the fuckmeat, thrusting hard into her and punctuating his sordid rage with the occasional brutal slap to the half-breed's bright red ass cheeks.

"Nothing. More. Than. Meat!" he growled, as he thrust, and thrust, and thrust again.

Al'ala turned and walked down the corridor towards the harem, leaving the Great One to his... torture.

 

[Nyte_mare]

Lenya had to close her eyes and try to get through what she was forced to do, and look willing at doing it. There was nothing about what Great-Pike was doing to her, or what she was doing to him, considering she was riding him, that brought any pleasure what so ever, outside her body's own natural response. And even that was forced, and not nearly what she had experienced with Flayer. And when Great-Pike exploded inside her, his cock spewing forth his seed deep into the depths of her sex, she herself did not. She did not orgasm, she did not ascend that precipice of pleasure. She faked it, and she faked it good. Not that Great-Pike noticed or cared. He only cared that HE had reached that pinnacle of gratification. It was and always would be about his pleasure, no matter what she felt.

He tangled his claws into her hair, yanking her head back hard, exposing her throat. For a second, Lenya thought he was going to end her life as he had Marla's, ripping her throat out, and the fear she tried to hold back came through... "Please... Master"... GODS she hated calling him that. But this was a begging for mercy, for a moment. A begging for her life, to which he smirked...

"Willing fuckmeat," he taunted her. "But always fuckmeat. Always mine to rape whether you desire it or not."

That's what he thought at least, which was exactly what she needed him to think. "yess... Master" she whispered, her voice hoarse from her cries, but he needed to hear that affirmation.

He pulled from her, his cock still dripping his seed, she overflowing as she fell back against the hard wooden table as he shoved her. She was gasping, shaking...

"Nothing but fuckmeat," he cursed her and rolled her over onto her belly, pressing her breasts hard against the wood, pressing the side of her face hard into the surface with his hand still in her hair. And he knelt behind her, a hand guiding his wet cock to her ass.

Lenya screamed. She tried to scream the word NO, but it would not, could not, form in her mind. The pain, white hot, ripping, tearing, shooting through her like a roaring freight train. The sound she made, the scream, was unlike any she had made yet, a shriek of agony as she raked her nails into the wood of the table, her body tensing, every muscle tightening, trying to fight off what was being done to her. Yet he pushed in, and if felt as if she were being ripped in half. Her screams could be heard well outside of his chambers, even as he chuckled at the sound. He had known she could really scream, really yowl in abject pain and terror and this was the sound he craved...

Lenya had to fight to not black out. She was afraid if she did, he would go ahead and kill her. He wanted to hear her screaming. He wanted to hear her pain as her body violently shook as he penetrated her ass, thrusting finally all the way inside her, his clawed hands hitting her ass so hard the thick table beneath her shook and groaned... She could almost feel the satisfaction in his mind, even as she cried, sobbed, unable to beg, the torture he was inflicting was clouding her mind, her thoughts spinning, the pain coursing through her...

"Nothing. More. Than. Meat!" he growled, as he thrust, and thrust, and thrust again.

Her screams, cries, came in tandem with every hard, vicious thrust. She had never felt pain such as this, and she fought to gain some control over her wildly twisting mind, trying to deal with Great-Pike's torment. His own groans, grunts, growls, at times he himself was roaring out in pleasure, her entire body shuddered hard with every savage plunge into her.

"FUCKING CUNT, MY FUCKING MEAT" He roared out as he neared his second climax of the night/morning. His eyes were closed, his head back, he was deep into the act of raping his newest slave. Hearing her pain-filled cries only accented his pleasure, and in his mind, he vowed, he would do this to her again and again and again, make her scream as she was now.

Lenya felt that thought, and she shot open her eyes, lifting her head slightly. He had moved his hand and both were grasping her hips as he rocked into her, claws digging deeply into the flesh, blood lacing down her skin to the table beneath. As she lifted her eyes, she saw it, her dagger. It was sitting on the table. Obviously, the Goblins had been admiring it. The fact that it was elven made, it was quite a beautiful piece, and sharp, the edge and point gleamed in the flicker of the dying fire nearby, as if, winking at her, beckoning her.

Lenya reached out, fingertips just barely able to grasp the handle, just as Great-Pike roared in his all consuming climax. He had never orgasmed quite this hard before, and he reveled in the sensation as it tore through him, his cock jerking and spasming inside her ass as she sobbed, he rocking back, his cock pulling free, blood and semen covered the surface as it continued to spray out reams of his cum... He grabbing the thick shaft and pumping, covering her ass with his spend, thick, white....

"Yesss FUCKMEAT" he grabbing and slamming her over to her back hard, he wanting to see her face, see the pain in her eyes, as he continued to spurt out his climax, another loud growl of satisfaction mixing with her deep, harsh scream...

Only this was not a scream of pain. It was a scream of rage... Lenya used all the strength she had left to suddenly sit up and plunge the dagger into his throat, and with that strength, that hidden reserve that seemed to be enhanced by the agony he had forced upon her, she ripped the dagger sideways and effectively slit his throat, so deeply, she silenced his roar of surprise and pain nearly instantly, her own scream the only one left....

This did not raise any alarm, as any who may have heard it, took it to be only Great-Pike's roars of pleasure that they had heard moments before...

With a heavy gurgle, eyes wide in shock, Great-Pike fell backwards, clawing at this throat. Lenya slipped off the table and to her hands and knees, gasping, panting, as she watched the life blood of the Goblin flow freely onto the furs and rugs that covered the floor, her hair hanging forward in her face. She was trembling, tears still streaming down her cheeks. She watched as he died... and he was dead within seconds.

Lenya staggered to her feet, checking that the monster was dead, and he was. She yanked her dagger free, and wiped it clean of the blood. She took a minute to try and calm her thoughts. This had happened a lot faster then she had anticipated. But she knew she had to calm down and get out of there. The others were either sleeping, or fucking before sleep, so the timing would be perfect. She hoped...

Then her eyes rested on the Fire Poker that sat next to the hearth. And her own smile turned evil.

When they found him, and they would obviously find him dead, they would find that Fire Poker shoved deeply into HIS ass!!!!

TO BE CONTINUED....

 

[Nyte_mare]

Lenya stood there, naked, shaking, blood trailing down her hips where his claws had dug in, and the back of her thighs from her brutal anal rape, clutching her dagger in one, blood soaked hand, panting, covered in sweat.

"I need to get out of here" she said to herself. She knew she had to move. She had to get herself as far away from this lair as she could. But she was weak, in pain. She could only hope she could get far enough away.

Finding some scraps of leather, she managed to fashion the dagger to her thigh. It would have to do. She refused to leave it behind, she may need it to defend herself. She would not be taken back to this lair alive, she knew that. She then grabbed the smallest fur she could find, one from a mountain dwelling deer, and wrapped it around herself. It was all she had. It would have to do.

Slowly she made her way out of Great-Pike's private dining chamber. She had seen the others leave the same way. She slowly stepped down the hallway. All was quiet now. Most likely any who were still awake or out and about, figured that Great-Pike had finally fucked himself into a stupor and went to sleep. Lenya knew the Female Goblins were waiting for that and would be coming for her. She had to get out of there now. She could not wait.

The sun was up the morning was bright. This was fine for her, hated for Goblins. As she paused at the end of the hall, it turned and opened out into a fence enclosed courtyard. Most likely something private for Great-Pike, and she was right. There was a stable at one end, and Great-Pike's Worg, which was curled up and sleeping. What was left of Marla's body lay close by.

Lenya crept along the fence line, until she was past the stable and managed to slither thru the fence posts and out of the private courtyard.

She had no clue as to the layout of the entire Goblin community. She would have to take it slow and hope for the best.

That was the thought that was slowly scrolling through her mind. Take it slow, stay in the shadows, and watch for guards. But which way would get her "out"?

That was when she heard a voice, deep, growling, in her mind. "I know the way".... Lenya stopped in her tracks, pressed against a wall to what she thought may have been where meat was carved, and processed. "Who?"... "You know me... we are both enslaved".... She realized it was the older Worg that had carried her here, with Knuckles. It was his Worg.

"Where are you?"

"Stable on the other side of Great-Pike's Worg"

"You.... killed him?" She could hear the surprise in her mind when he said that..

She realized she had not hidden her thoughts from the Worg fast enough.

"Please... don't" she begged silently, and was met, for a long few minutes, with no answer, and no alarm.

"I can show you the easiest way out"

Lenya thought for a moment and then agree'd. She needed help. If he was willing to help her...

"Not willing. I want out. We can help each other. Worgs often are used to transport dead slaves to the main stable where the pups reside, or, if deemed foul by sickness or poison, out of the lair, no rider needed when well trained. Just lay across my back. I have done this many times. The Goblin guards know me."

She snuck around the corner and found her way to where the old Worg stood. He snarled at her slightly, as if maybe changing his mind. But then lowered, and allowed her to climb on. Lenya did, and lay across his back. The fact that she was bleeding helped as well, but she had to leave the fur behind, and hide the dagger under her prone body.

She had to trust him. It would be the easiest and fastest way out of the lair. The Worg grunted, and ambled out of the stable.

He was right, he was not stopped. Lenya sensed at least a half a dozen guards patrolling the grounds, grumbling about hating the day shift. But none stopped or bothered the known Worg with the dead slave on his back. Lenya stayed as stilled as she could, praying to the gods that she would get out of there before anyone discovered the dead Great-Pike. She did hear a couple of comments about sick slaves "Another infected fuckmeat" .... but none inspected her or stopped the Worg.

He slowly ambled his way past the stable.

"Infected" she heard him communicate with the other Worgs who were growling, thinking, hoping, for fresh meat. She heard them snarl in frustration. Word had gotten to them that Great-Pike's Worg had gotten fresh meat, they had been hoping for the same.

Then they were outside the lair. It was almost as if the air changed, became fresher, clearer. The Worg kept moving. "Dumping ground up ahead" he explained. There were a couple more Goblin guards that watched the Worg with the dead slave make his way to the dumping ground, but they paid him no heed and turned to continue their usual route.

The Worg made his way to the far side of the foul ground, bodies lay strewn, decaying, bones lay broken and some were even chewed upon. But instead of stopping as usual, the Worg kept going, until he was in the tree line, and in the shadows. Once there, he unceremoniously dumped her off his back.

"Go" was all he said. Lenya stood, taking a deep breath. "You go as well. Thank you"... He nodded, licking his lips as he looked at the naked female. Lenya stepped back... "Don't please".... "Go... before I change my mind and mate and devour you myself" he growled as he turned away... When he looked back, Lenya was gone. He nodded and disappeared into the woods himself. He knew Knuckles would be too busy looking for the missing Fuckmeat Slave to bother looking for him. It was the best scenario for both of them. He thought for sure she'd get caught, but he didn't care. This would be his one time he could get away and Knuckles NOT look for him. It was the only reason he decided to help the Fuckmeat.

Lenya, in the meantime, made it to the stream. It was there that she drank some needed water and bathed. She wanted to go further. She knew she needed to, but she was exhausted, in pain, scared and barely able to stand. But she managed to walk along the stream for what felt like miles. She was not sure how far she got before she finally had to stop, when she looked up, the sun was coming around and would be setting soon. They would be looking for her, of that she was sure. She had to find a place to hide, a place safe.... if she could.....

 

[Otto26]

Flayer reached out to adjust the tarp and stopped himself; it was as good as it was going to get and any additional work was just fussing. The thought made him growl at his fear. And it was fear. They were *way* too close to a lair for any comfort at all. But this was where they needed to be to observe the lair and find a way in. Lenya was somewhere inside and they were going to steal her. His fear mingled with rage at the thought that someone was fucking his Lenya. His. Yes, steal her, but also kill a few goblins. A good fire would help cover their escape.

Runt growled, a barely audible sound, and Flayer slowly, painfully slowly, moved his head and eyes to see what.... A worg. A worg bringing a body to the dumping ground. Female, hair, was that Lenya? He felt his rage building. He would burn them all! And then the worg moved past the dumping ground, to the copse of thin trees, and the body fell off, and stood up. What?

Runt growled again, confirming that it was Lenya, her scent carried downwind to him. He drew his rear legs up under him. "Bark once at him," Flayer whispered, "that will draw his attention away from Lenya, and then we'll gut him. Or maybe she will." He drew his legs up as well, preparing to launch himself forward as the fuckmeat took a hesitant step away from the worg, it's body language predatory, hungry. And then it turned away and loped along the edge of the copse. Lenya turned and moved through the copse and back out onto the plains on the far side.

Runt yipped but Flayer raised a hand, bidding his partner be still. "No, she's out. But there will be a pursuit. We'll wait and see who follows the prey and we'll hunt them," he growled, his eyes tearing away from the sleek, naked, bloody form of Lenya and focusing on the lair, waiting patiently for it to wake up in alarm.

***

Al'ala moved carefully through the tunnel towards Great Pike's chamber. The silence was a good sign. Great Pike was undoubtedly asleep now, his lusts sated for the moment. The fuckmeat, however, might be awake. The rag soaked in sleep juice would deal with that issue, and Al'ala knew how to approach, as one offering comfort and assistance. This was not the first fuckmeat the harem had abducted from the Great One's chambers. She stopped abruptly, wondering at the lack of snoring. Had he taken the fuckmeat from his chambers? Why? And then the sweet scent of blood reached her. She padded back down the hall to the harem entrance and retrieved a weapon and bade the two guards to follow her while a third alerted the harem.

Al'ala was unsure how to react to the scene. What had happened was obvious, Great Pike's new fuckmeat had slashed his throat and shoved a fire iron up his ass. Probably in that order. In any case, Great Pike was dead and the harem didn't have a good candidate to replace him. The lair would disintegrate in violence and the harem might be harmed in it. The entrance of the Great Mother caused her to cease her speculation and focus her attention.

"Alert his guards," the Witch Mother ordered. "Inflame their passions and send them howling after the fuckmeat. We'll flee when they have left. Great Howler has no harem and shows promise." She smiled grimly. "Or perhaps we might inquire if Great Dart wishes to host us. It seems he is more capable than we thought."

Al'ala could not keep the surprise from her face, but quickly recovered. "Yes, Mother." She turned and walked towards the door, discarding her clothing as she slowly advanced, a hand dropping between her thighs to stroke her sex, to call forth her scent, the other hand rolling her nipples erect. The guards would be aroused and distracted by her, enraged by the news of the killing of Great Dart, driven into a mindless frenzy of violence which she would try to direct at the fuckmeat, and they would carry that sickness into the lair and provide the harem with the cover they needed to safely escape.

***

Flayer watched as five goblins mounted on worgs galloped out of the lair and his brow furrowed in surprise and deep thought. "Why only five?" he asked Runt. The dorg grunted, agreeing with Flayer but not offering any solution to the riddle. "Great Pike's half-breed fuckmeat escapes and he only sends five goblins after her? It doesn't make any.... Oh my bloody, hanging hide! She killed him."

Runt yipped quietly at him, chiding him for his obvious mistake.

"No, it has to be that. There's only five because no one else wants to leave the lair. They're all picking sides and trying to make alliances," Flayer explained.

Runt whined.

"Just five," Flayer breathed. Runt chuckled and Flayer nodded. "Yes, let's go kill those fuckers and get our Lenya back." They rose and began trotting off on a course parallel to Lenya. The hunters would need to spend time finding her trail and tracking her. And he and Runt would have some surprises for them along the way.

 

[Nyte_mare]

Gods she was exhausted. She had not really slept in, it felt like days now. She was not even sure how long it had been since she'd arrived at the selling grounds with Flayer.

She made her way slowly along the stream. Each step was work for her right now. All she wanted to do was lay down and sleep. But she had to find a safe place to do that. She knew the Goblins would be looking for her. She did not quite understand the inner workings of a lair or what happened when the Leader, like Great-Pike was killed. But she could not assume they would NOT look for her. She was missing. She would be the first they suspected, not that Goblins could or would believe a slave girl, fuckmeat, could kill.

Well, they never would have believed that, until Safi came along. Safi had killed. And so had Lenya, more than once. So yes, they would definitely be looking for her. If they found her, well, she knew her fate would be worse than death. It was not something she wanted to think about. She had to keep moving, for a long as she could. Maybe she could find one of the nests that she and the others had hidden in on the travel up to the slave trading grounds. Would that be safe though? It may be all she had. But she had to find one first.

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Knuckles had just finished using his fuckmeat when the alarm came bellowing through the lair. His cock was still wet with his and her efforts, she was still crying on the ground. He growled in his frustration. What was it this time? Sometimes the guards would sound an alarm for something that was trivial. He was getting tired of them yelling "wolf" all the time, so to speak.

Only this time, it was not a "sky is falling" type of thing. It was real. The sky really did fall, the wolf really did make an appearance. Great-Pike was dead.

Knuckles stood there, staring at the bloody mess in disbelief. Let alone the fact that a fire iron had been savagedly shoved deeply up his ass. UP HIS ASS. It dawned on Knuckles in that millisecond of thought that his new half-breed fuckmeat had done this. He had left Great-Pike's room, just as he was beginning his rape of her ass. She had retaliated and had literally slaughtered him. His rage was building. He had purchased her. He had brought her here. He was responsible. At least that is how the others would see it.

He rage howled at the top of his lungs. He would find her, and bring her back and delight as she was skinned alive before being fed to the Worgs.

He paid no heed to the female Goblins. His rage had taken over. The only thing he cared about now was finding that fuckmeat and watching her suffer!!!

And, his anger, rage, torment only intensified when he realized she had stolen his Worg. HIS WORG. It never occurred to him that a fuckmeat could steal a Worg. It never occurred to him that in reality, for most Fuckmeat, that was literally impossible. All he knew was that his Worg was gone. He did not even bother to ask the now scrambling and chattering guards if they had seen anything. He did not bother to work with the others, there were 5 Goblins amidst the chaos that was now unfolding, that were even now being sent to hunt down the killer slave. His mind was hell bent on only one thing, HE being the one to find her and bring her back!!!!

At the stable, he chose the largest Worg. It just so happened this was the older Worg, that had commented to the younger ones when she had arrived. He easily remembered the fuckmeat and her special talent. He had heard the yelling and hollaring and knew what had happened. With a wicked, vicious grin, he bore his rider out of the lair, pausing to scent the air. If she was bleeding at all, he would pick it up. And he did.. The large Wrog could just barely scent that sweet smell of fresh blood. And with Knuckles upon his back, he tore off in the direction the scent lead him...

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Lenya stumbled finally, falling to her knees. The sun was slowly sinking, she knew it was more dangerous for her to be traveling in the dark than in the light. Travelling.. she had no clue what direction she was even headed in at the moment. She was merely moving up stream. Once she got some sleep, she would have to get a sense of her direction. She would want to head south and perhaps slightly east, to get back to more familiar territory.

She was going to have to think about some kind of covering. Being naked like she was... not ideal at all. She could kill a bore or small hill deer and skin it. She could wash the skin in the stream and once dry, it would provide some cover. Maybe she'd be lucky enough to find one all ready dead, she'd just need to skin. But that was a problem for tomorrow. She was entirely too exhausted, scared, in pain, to even deal with any of that today. She'd hopefully find some edibles tomorrow as well.

"Sleep" she mumbled to herself. She had not found any of the nests they had used on the earlier journey. But she realized that was probably a good thing. She did not want to chance being found in one by some random Goblins or, worse, the ones hunting her. She'd just have to make due with some cover along side the small stream.

She stood, looking around, and was lucky enough to spot what looked to be a hollowed out spot within a fallen tree on the far side of the stream. Crossing the stream was easy, it was fairly shallow, only waist deep, and once on the other side, she investigated what she'd seen. It was a old downed tree, and it looked like a cave bear may have used it for a den at one point. It was pretty much abandoned now. She found no fresh meat or fur to indicate a bear had been there recently. It would have to do.

As the sun set, she crawled into the small, hollowed out hole within the large fallen tree...

Wrapping her arms around herself, she hoped, prayed to the gods, that none would find her.....

 

[Otto26]

The worg knew something was wrong, but the goblin didn't and didn't pay attention to his mount. Instead, he kicked, the pointed spurs on his heels piercing the worg's hide and threatening more pain unless the creature moved forward. Which it did. And promptly stepped on the sharpened stakes hidden on the path. It howled in pain, rearing back and trying to spot the threat. This sudden, wild motion threw the goblin off balance and onto the ground, stunning it. Which was unfortunate for the goblin because Runt was already in mid-stride, streaking forward with bared fangs that sank into the goblin's throat and remained there as the dorg's momentum carried it past the goblin, tumbling it and ripping the goblin's throat open.

Good trap, the worg thought at Runt, squaring himself and preparing to leap, but now you die.

Arrow, Runt thought back at him.

What? The worg replied, and the first arrow took him in the throat. He whipped his head around and saw Flayer drawing back the string on his bow and releasing and then... darkness.

"Yeah, that was fun," Flayer acknowledged as he trotted forward and reclaimed his arrows. "But we've got four more. C'mon." They moved off at a run, ignoring the carrion birds that were already gathering overhead.

***

Knuckles knew the fuckmeat was following the stream. North was an unexpected direction. Not South to safety. And the stream meant she had water and direction. And cover. Not that cover would do anything for her when he caught up. Better to get lost on the moors and hide in the emptiness. If you weren't bleeding fuckmeat. If you were, his lips curled back in anticipation. There was no hiding from a worg; furry land sharks following a blood scent. And now a blood trail. She wasn't bleeding a lot, but she was still bleeding. And she was moving quickly. Running even. That thought made him smile. She'd killed Great Pike, but now she was just naked fuckmeat running in fear of Knuckles.

He'd ordered the others to fan out in a line perpendicular to her line of flight. He would follow the main trail along the stream, they would alert him if she left the stream. And they'd be careful and ensure she didn't double back and get behind them. There was no need to move too quickly. On foot, bleeding, they'd catch the meat. And then they would feast, fucking her until she could no longer scream and then throwing her to the worgs to be fucked to death and consumed. And then he would take what remained of her corpse back to the lair and goblins would flock to his side and he would claim the lair and the harem. His smile was painfully broad as he spurred the worg forward.

***

The harem moved slowly and carefully. They'd planned and rehearsed this and actually done it twice in living memory. Every trap in the harem was armed as they filtered out and began the journey East, following the witch mother to their destination. The quiet voices of factions carefully discussed the future and the ways in which they might advance their status within the harem and, in a few cases, possibly dethrone the mother.

****

Knuckles looked to the sun; it was setting and darkness was slowly starting to creep across the land. Goblin time. The fuckmeat would be tired, weak. It would need to rest. Time to call the others to him. "Call them," he ordered the worg, kicking it once. The beast raised it's head and howled, the long song rising into the air.

'Good," Knuckles thought, and kicked again, spurring his mount onward along the creek.

Perhaps fifteen minutes later, as the last glow of daylight painted an edge on the horizon, the worg stopped and pointed. Knuckles leaned forward, looking. He spotted the knot of brush and the fallen tree. It was a good place to spend a night, but not a good place to hide. He looked around, wondering where the others were and taking in the land.

"Wait here," he instructed the worg. "I will go upstream. When I signal, rush the hide and flush her towards me."

The worg growled agreement, animosity towards the goblin forgotten as it's mind filled with images of the meat and it anticipated its reward.

Knuckles moved carefully, circling around at a distance before crossing the cold stream. He carefully looked at the lay of the land, finding the easiest path away from the hide, the path that the panicked meat would take, and then hid himself near it. He listened for a moment, wondering again what was keeping the others, and then croaked like the frogs that occasionally called out.

The worg rushed across the stream, howling in blood lust that alarmed Knuckles and nearly made him dash forward. The meat was his! He'd cut the worg's balls off and feed them to him! A bright form crawled out of the hide, the naked meat. Panicked, but still clever, still trying to avoid detection. Not fleeing pell-mell. But still fleeing. So she didn't see Knuckles until he sprang forward, too late to avoid him, too late to avoid the powerful punch to her gut that drove the air from her body and doubled her over in pain and sent her sprawling to the ground.

He stood over her naked body, curled up to protect herself, and kicked her viciously. And again. Then he stepped on her wrist, pinning her arm to the ground so he could lean over and take the dagger from her hand.

"Vicious little fuckmeat," he spat. "Great Pike should have de-fanged you. I will," he promised, kneeling down to roll her onto her belly and begin binding her arms behind her back. "I'll use this knife to knock out your teeth so I can fuck your bloody mouth," he snarled. He checked the bindings on her wrists, and then checked them again. "I'll use this to knife to carve my name in your flesh." He kicked her and the took her by the hair, dragging her up onto her knees. He pulled his stiff flesh out and smacked it against her face, careful not to get close to her mouth. "And with this dagger I'll stab you until you bleed," he growled. He brought his hand back slowly, letting her watch him draw back, letting her see his open hand close into a fist, and then brought his hand forward, punching her hard. He saw her eyes unfocus and laughed, pushing her face down to the ground hard and moving around behind her, between her legs. Clawed hands pulled at her ass cheeks, spreading them, exposing her bruised asshole and pussy.

"Great Pike has already stabbed you. But he stopped too soon. I will not," he spat.

The worg pushed forward, growling, and Knuckles ignored the warning and lashed out at it, a wild swing that didn't connect. "Wait your turn or I'll feed you to your own bitches!" he screamed.

"He's trying to warn you," Flayer said.

Knuckles focused, looking for the threat, becoming very still, which is what Flayer had been waiting for. The arrow took Knuckles in the eye, blood spurting and running down his face. The goblin tried to claw at it, but there was no strength in his limbs, and he fell back, sprawling on the ground, his one remaining eye staring at nothing in the sky above.

The worg growled and crouched.

"Your choice," Flayer said evenly. "You might win," Runt growled off to one side, "but you might not. Gonna cost a lot of blood to find out. Wanna try?"

The worg gave Lenya a long look before it slowly backed away, eyes on Flayer, until it turned and rushed off into the darkness.

Runt barked.

"Yeah, we should have killed him, but I'm tired and he's not going to find the allies he's expecting. Not alive, anyway," Flayer replied.

The dorg wuffed reluctant agreement and nodded at the corpse of knuckles.

"In a few minutes. I have plans for that. But, first..." He stepped forward and looked down at the battered Lenya. The naked Lenya. The insanely desirable Lenya. He felt his heart beating faster in a way that was similar, but very different, to the way it beat in combat. Thoughts rushed through his head, blood rushed through his body and swelled his cock. He could only hear the pounding of his blood as she looked up at him from the ground.

"Mine," he growled.

 

[Nyte_mare]

Exhausted could not even begin to describe how she felt when she lay down into that hollowed tree. She was so tired that she had not even realized she was turned and was moving in the wrong direction, instead of south, she had been moving north. She may have figured that out in time, surely. Once she had some sleep and nourishment, she'd have her wits about her. She was smart after all. Just very tired.

But she never got that opportunity. It felt like she had only just fallen asleep when she heard the unholy howling that cut into her consciousness. She had thought she had heard a distant howling, but when nothing followed that unearthly sound, she honestly thought she was hearing things. Exhaustion would and could do that.

But the howl she heard now, was loud, close, blood curdling and bearing down on her. She could hear the splashing as it crashed through the stream. Lenya jumped to her feet. But she did not blindly run. That would only get her killed. She had to take a minute at least to figure out what in the gods was going on. It was a Worg, charging toward her. She turned to run, it was all she could do at the moment. She couldn't fight it, she had no chance. If she'd had her bow, maybe.

She did not even see the Goblin until his fist hit her square in her midsection, and with a muffled scream, she was knocked off her feet. It all happened so fast. The roaring of the Worg, she startled from her slumber, running, the goblin, the vicious hit to her belly and now she lay on the ground, curling herself into a ball, groaning. The pain was blinding, she could barely catch her breath...

The kick only bought another wave of pain and she was unable to even gasp or scream. He was savage, standing over her, almost panting in his glee of capturing her...

"Vicious little fuckmeat," he spat. "Great Pike should have de-fanged you. I will," he promised, kneeling down to roll her onto her belly and begin binding her arms behind her back. "I'll use this knife to knock out your teeth so I can fuck your bloody mouth,"

It was Rings, as she knew him. He had tracked her. He had found her. Another kick sent her sprawling, groaning. Her dagger tossed out of reach, she was helpless. His claws entangling into her hair as he yanked her savagely to her knees. She could barely comprehend the words he was snarling at her when he again struck her, hard enough to nearly knock her unconscious. She could not even find the breath to beg for her life. Then again, would she? The thought careened across her mind. She'd rather be dead then suffer with him or one of the others from Great-Pike's lair. So no, she would not beg, she would taunt him, that is if she had the breath to. But she did not. She could not even focus, she could only react to what he was doing to her, which now, was shoving her face to the ground and grabbing her hips and ass and pulling them up and into position...

"Great Pike has already stabbed you. But he stopped too soon. I will not," he spat.

NO... OH GODS NO... Lenya could not bear to feel that pain again and with all she had, she screamed out, finding her voice, even if only for a moment. But her cry was lost in the growling of the Worg as it charged toward her and Rings/Knuckles....

"Wait your turn or I'll feed you to your own bitches!" he screamed.

Lenya closed her eyes tightly, praying for death before he tore into her, when she heard a voice, a voice she knew well..

"He's trying to warn you"

It was the same measured tone she remembered her first time really hearing him... "Look at me".... She knew that voice... She knew it was Flayer. She lay completely stilled as Knuckles paused. She thought she heard him take a breath, maybe she even heard him shift just slightly, as if trying to place where that voice was coming from. Then she heard, clear as day, the sound of the arrow whizzing past, and the wet thunk it made when it hit home. She also heard, crystal clear, the muffled intake of breath, shocked breath, and the thud of his body falling back to the grass.

Lenya slowly rose from her prone position, turning to look at the now very dead Knuckles. She heard, too close, a low growl, and she turned her attention to the Worg. But again, she heard that familiar voice, even though she could not or had not seen him yet... Flayer... and another low rumble that she knew, his companion, Runt...

"Your choice," Flayer said evenly. "You might win," Runt growled off to one side, "but you might not. Gonna cost a lot of blood to find out. Wanna try?"

Lenya crawled slowly away from the Worg as it eyed her, curling up near the log she had sought refuge in. She watched with wide, pain filled eyes as the Worg turned and disappeared into the darkness. It was then another movement caught her gaze and she watched Flayer, and Runt, emerge from the shadows, his bow in hand, Runt licking his fangs as he stared at the dead Knuckles.

"I... would not be surprised... if his meat was foul" she managed to say in the Dorg's head. She had no voice, she was still fighting to breathe..

All she could do was muster the strength to look up at the approaching Flayer.

This was not the escape she had planned. But something buried within the depths of her was more than glad to see him and Runt. Not to mention he had literally just saved her from being viciously raped and most likely killed. He had... saved her life.

"Mine" he growled, looking down at her. She met his gaze, hers more dulled then the norm, simply a reaction to what she had been through and the pain she was in. But she did shift position, and lower her head to his feet, trembling, bruised, naked, yet she submitted to Flayer again in that moment... "Master Flayer" she managed to whisper. She was not even sure what else to say. How did one thank a Goblin for saving one's life?

Lenya remained in that submissive position for the better part of 2 minutes.. she could feel Flayer's heated stare roaming over her body. But it all finally took it's toll on her, the rape of her ass, the killing of Great-Pike, the stress of the escape, running, hiding, Knuckles savage attack on her and near rape, thinking she was about to be tortured and killed... Lenya finally let unconsciousness take her completely and she passed out at Flayer's feet, her naked body going limp. Perhaps it was because it was the first time she felt safe, since he had walked away from her at the Slave selling and trading post...

 

[Otto26]

Flayer felt an immense, an inordinate, sense of satisfaction as she submitted to him, as she whispered his name. And then she went limp and Runt laughed. Flayer nudged her with his foot, confirming that she was unconscious, and sighed.

"This means we have to carry her," he told Runt.

The dorg indicated that he wasn't a worg.

"Drag her?" Flayer asked.

Runt indicated that wouldn't mind dragging a litter but it was going to leave a track a blind goblin could follow.

"Yeah. I guess so. Let's get her cleaned up, first and feed her a little and then we can move her to a safer place while I go get the food cache. If we have to make a litter I guess we'll both carry it."

The dorg huffed.

"Right, thanks," he retrieved Lenya's blade from the dirt and tucked it away. The stream was only a few feet away but he wanted to move her closer and he didn't want to drag her so he rolled her onto his shoulder and carefully stood. She was taller than him but lighter, so her body wasn't too heavy to carry, just too big.

"Definitely a litter if she doesn't wake up," he growled.

Runt chuckled and then moved off into the underbrush, slowly checking the perimeter.

Flayer laid Lenya on her back next to the stream and visually examined her. "Sloppy collar. *Stupid* collar. Why would you put something so clumsy on graceful fuckmeat? No sense. Nice chain on her nipples though." His fingers gently checked the swollen nipples and decided that they weren't badly damaged and would heal. "That tree fucker did a number on your face, Lenya," he whispered, his claw brushing loose hair away to reveal a face that was going to be sporting a big, angry bruise in a few hours. "Those cuts might scar," he mused, not caring if they did or not. His fingers traced her ribs and found no sign that anything was broken. "That's good," he remarked. He spread her thighs and examined her cunt. It was swollen and there was a trace of blood which he followed and found her asshole. The damage angered him and he explored that anger for a moment, she was just fuckmeat, before he shutdown that train of thought and checked her legs and her feet. Her legs were fine; scratched yes, but not broken and with no joint swelling. Her feet, however, were cut up. He had to admire her ability to keep moving with feet in this condition and grinned affectionately at her sleeping face. "Definitely a litter. So, first things first."

He bathed her carefully with fresh water from the stream and his cleanest rags. Runt occasionally paused in his patrol, letting Flayer know he was okay and watching as he dribbled water on her skin and carefully wiped down every inch of her, paying particular attention to cleaning her feet. He placed wet compresses on her nipples before he cleaned her cunt and then, carefully, carefully, her battered asshole.

"We need a fire," he stated. Runt remained quiet but Flayer felt the weight of his stare; it was a risk. But he didn't disagree. So Flayer built a hidden fire and let it slowly warm, amusing himself by combing out Lenya's hair with his claws and re-braiding it until he liked the way it looked.

Some bark made for a simple bowl that he could slowly heat over the fire. He cut up the rest of the dried meat and vegetables into the warm water to let it stew and added some of the dried bark from his pouch, both kinds. If she wasn't going to be walking then she didn't particularly need her wits about her and this way she wouldn't be in pain. Quite the opposite, he goblin smiled.

Runt walked in and sat next to the underground fire and communicated that he hadn't seen any movement.

"Good," Flayer said. "Keep an eye on her and the fire while I take care of the tree fucker," he nodded at Knuckles cold corpse.

Lenya stirred.

 

[Nyte_mare]

She was dreaming that she was stuck out in a cool, drizzling rain. It felt both good and annoying. She wanted to do nothing more than curl up under a warm fur blanket and sleep, for a couple of days. Why couldn't she do that? The wetness continued, coupled with a very annoying and pervasive feeling, as if someone were examining her. Her dream state altered between pleasure, pain, shame, and just wanting to bat away the "fly" that seemed to keep buzzing around her.

Finally, she felt a warmth starting to slowly roam over her. The soft caress of heat felt good, and she relaxed, but that did not lead to sleep. A voice. A voice that she knew and knew intimately.

"Keep an eye on her and the fire while I take care of the tree fucker,"

Slowly she began to wake up, if one wanted to call it that. There was a difference between being asleep and passing out. Every part of her ached, especially her cheek, her midsection, her nipples, and her sex, wait, not her sex, not really, it was her ass that hurt. She did not sit up right away or even open her eyes right away, she wanted to listen, to make sure she was not hearing things. Had she heard, seen, Flayer and Runt in her dream? Or was it real?

What she heard now, was a wet, cutting sound. It was really a sickening sound, at least to her. The sound of a deer being gutted perhaps, that had never been a pleasant sound, even if she had been the one to have to do it in a couple of situations. One did what one had to, to survive.

The fire warmed her a bit more and she finally let her eyes slit open. One opened fine, but her left eye, not so much. That Goblin had done a number on her, and her left eye was bruised and swollen.

"Pain?"

That was a familiar sound in her head, and that was what made her slowly, so very slowly, sit up and fix her slightly blurry gaze on Runt.

"That is YOU" she communicated back, genuinely happy to see the Dorg she knew so well. If she could have hugged him she would have. But she could barely move right now.

"yes, pain" she had to admit. She had yet to see Flayer again, but she remembered now, seeing him, and kneeling, bowing before him.

Runt merely huffed and pointed with his nose. Lenya followed his direction and saw Flayer, in the shadows of the flickering fire, just out of range of the light, flaying, skinning, the dead Goblin. It was not a pleasant site, nor a pleasant sound for that matter.

"What is he...."

"He is Flayer" was the answer the Dorg gave.

Lenya sat and watched while Flayer did his work. Gruesome as it was, he did it with precision and speed. She was not sure WHY he was doing what he was doing, but she would not ask. She was merely content to sit by the fire and stay quiet, she felt safe. Flayer was proving to be one not to be fucked with, that was for sure. He had so easily killed Knuckles and surely would have killed that Worg had it not scrambled away. As she watched, she reached for and dared to take a drink from the nearby water skin. The coolness felt good gliding down her raw, dry throat. It was then she realized, she was clean, she'd been bathed. Flayer had .... maybe to wash the scent and foul of the other Goblin off her. Wash the blood from Great-Pike off her. Did he know? Did Flayer know? She would tell him as soon as he was done. Would he... kill her? Would he kill her for killing another Goblin? NO, he would not, she'd already killed in front of him. But Great-Pike, he was different. Would he kill her for that? Killing a Great One?

The moon was just beginning to to settle in the horizon when Flayer completed his work, stretching the Goblin skin between several branchs, looking like a macabre flag. For a moment, Lenya wondered what he was doing, but then it hit her. That would spook other Goblins, and let them know that a Goblin Killer was close by. Intimidation and Fear, Flayer was a smart one, that was for sure.

It was then that he noticed she was sitting up and he approached. Just as he did, she again lowered down before him. She felt a claw slip beneath her chin and guide her to a kneeling position. She winced slightly as she did so, and this was not lost on him. She had no clue how to thank him for saving her as he had. So, for the moment, she stayed silent, just watching him, her eyes much brighter now than they had been, but still that spark within was dulled, for now.

He stayed silent as well, instead taking the stewing meat and vegetables and slowly feeding them to her, one small spoonful at a time, a small hollowed, rounded branch serving as the spoon. Lenya gratefully accepted what he offered, and as the warm water and food began to slowly fill the emptiness of her belly, she felt a warmth beginning to curl it's way through her. It felt good, sweet, comforting almost. It was something she had never really felt before. She knew a little about healing herbs and such, but this was different. The bitterness, she recognized as aspirin, from the bark of the willow tree. She had used it herself before, as had her mother. It was used for pain. But the other taste, a sweeter taste, she did not recognize. He must have added it to the water that warmed the vegetables and meat.

Once she had eaten her fill and he allowed her another drink from the water skin, he stood, looking down at her. Lenya could feel the effects of the pain relieving aspirin and whatever else was in that food and the pain was dulling, pretty quickly. But something else was also happening... She felt, different. It was as if her body felt light as a feather, floating on air. The cool breeze around her only served to tickle her, and that made her smile, really smile, for the first time in what felt like months. She blinked, and the one eye that was swollen, hurt. But no enough to cause her to wince, not anymore. Whatever he had given her, she felt, well, like she wanted to roll over and just float. Float where she had no idea, but she liked the feeling, she liked the sensation...

"What.... did you give me... MMMMaster Flayer?" she managed to stammer slightly. She sat up a bit, gazing up at him with very wide eyes....

 

[Otto26]

"Donka," Flayer responded. "It also takes the pain away, but you will be unfocused and unreasonably happy. Probably unable to walk or stand, too. But that hardly matters because you can't walk well on those feet. Runt and I will have to carry you."

He cut another sapling down and laid it alongside the others, measuring and inspecting it, again, to ensure that it was strong enough for his purposes. The stretcher was hardly a difficult construct, but he wanted to make sure it was durable and comfortable for Runt to wear. His eyes kept straying back to Lenya. The drugs had lifted the pain from her, for a while anyway, and she was relaxed and fluid in her movements, if still a little slow and unsteady. Her smile was entirely without malice or deceit and it stood out like a bonfire on a moonless night. It put him off balance. Fuckmeat was for fucking. Fuckmeat was kept in submission. Unquestioning obedience was the mark of well trained fuckmeat. The mood of the fuckmeat didn't matter so long as they obeyed. Only... He'd always wanted more from... Lenya. From the beginning he had wanted her helpless and squirming on his cock, had wanted to look into her eyes and see her laid completely bare, her soul open before him as were her legs. He hadn't wanted that from the common fuckmeat in the lair. It was enough that that meat opened their thighs or their mouths to him. Lenya, though... That smile, that unconcerned, unselfconscious movement of her naked body... He wanted that too. So he would have it. Because she was his and he would take it. Could he trick her into giving it to him? Train her? He was goblin, he would consider this and he would find a way.

"Tell me," he said, mildly, finishing the assembly of the litter, "what happened to Great Pike?"

 

[Nyte_mare]

Donka..

Not a word she had ever heard. But perhaps it was the Goblin term for something she knew. But she had never felt like this before. This light weight, feather floating feeling. The one good thing was, the pain was gone. No, not gone really. It was still there, but it was nothing more than a dull ache, lurking in the background. She knew the Willow Bark flakes of Aspirin had something to do with that, and this Donka stuff.

One thing she did not really "like" about it was the inability to focus. Her mind seemed to be roaming wildly all over the place. She could not seem to reel it in.

"You can't walk well on those feet. Runt and I will have to carry you."

She found that quite funny...

"I get to ride Runt" she said with that smile again, looking over at the Dorg. Runt huffed and rolled his eyes, with a dismissive shake of his head. "I get to ride Runt!!!" Her reaction was almost like a child getting to ride a rocking horse. Almost giddy. She did try and get up then, thinking she was going to climb on the Dorg's back, but as soon as she put weight on her feet, which were raw and sore, she was back down on her knees. Both her feet were in pretty bad shape from her escape. Never mind the other bruises and marks she bore. He was right, her feet were a mess.

"Tell me," he said, mildly, finishing the assembly of the litter, "what happened to Great Pike?"

Great-Pike

The name darkened the look in her eyes. Flayer could see that shadow pass over her, even with the Donka in her system. Lenya sat back on her haunches, wrapping her arms around her naked form and looking down, a slight tremble shaking through her. Because of the Donka, she could not even fathom forming a lie to tell Flayer. So the truth came tumbling out...

"I killed him" she said matter of factly. "That was the plan all along. The humans and elves were tired of his plundering their villages and towns, taking what he wanted, stealing their females, killing others.." It was as if she could not stop talking.... because of the Donka... "They sent several to kill him and always, he or his hoard killed them instead. I wanted to.... belong... to be accepted. I thought, if I killed Great-Pike, I would be a hero? Or at least accepted into the Elven culture completely. That was what I wanted as a reward".....

She paused, looking up at Flayer. He knew, just from the look in her eyes that she was telling the truth...

"It was all my plan. Get caught, get enslaved to Great-Pike, and kill him. This was all a plan... And I did it. I killed him with my own dagger... after he... he...." that was when she felt the tears stinging her cheeks. The pain of what he had done first to Marla, the poor human slave girl, and what he had done to her. "I left him dead with a Fire-Poker shoved up his ass, as he deserved!!!!" The last words were said with a vicious tone that perhaps Flayer had never heard from her before.

She was shaking, as the memory twisted through her still wildly spinning mind. "I escaped with the help of a Worg" She did not go into detail on that... "but Rings.... Knuckles... found me. I thought.. thought... he was going to kill me.. " That was when she met Flayer's intense gaze with her own. "You saved my life, Master Flayer. I am... forever grateful"

 

[Otto26]

Flayer listened carefully, his mind prepared to record and analyze. Her plan almost made him laugh. Captured, enslaved, raped and abused all so that she would be accepted among the elfmeat? That was a terrible plan! But... it was clever. If you were willing to pay the price. If you were *able* to pay the price. How many goblins could have done the same? None. Including him. Which was what made it so clever; no goblin would conceive of the possibility. No goblin would have had the will to carry out such an insane plan. He had to respect that. Had to respect Lenya. Fuckmeat. No! Yes! Fuckmeat! His fuckmeat!! Lenya. His Lenya.

Had Great Dart known? Had Stab-Gut? They'd seen something. Had they sent her north knowing what she intended? Clever... If she succeeded then Great Dart profited. If she failed then no blame could attach. He had to smile at that, it was a very goblin thing to do; Lenya got her wish and goblins sent her into deeper slavery. And why had they sent him?

The snarl of her words interrupted the thoughts tumbling through his brain; her tone and her words were pure goblin. And he had to laugh. As he would have laughed when a goblin told that story around a fire. Not at her, but with her, admiring revenge well inflicted.

"I am... forever grateful."

Not goblin words. Not fuckmeat words. Lenya words. And her gaze... She met his eyes and did not flinch from them, opened herself to him. Gave her self to him? He knew he must be imagining that. Meat was taken, not given. Was that even possible? He'd never considered the idea that fuckmeat might give itself to slavery. And why not? In Great Dart's lair he'd heard the stories of meat walking into goblin snares. Of fuckmeat crawling willingly to goblins. He'd seen Stab-Gut. He'd just never truly thought of it as possible. The thought was... breathtaking, literally. His laughter ceased, choked to death by the enormity of the thoughts in his mind. Rage and desire rose in him, shaking him. She was his because he had taken her! Not because she had surrendered to him! But... the taste of her surrender was sweet. Intoxicating. He wanted more of it. And he could take all he wanted.

The knife fell, un-noticed, from his fingers as he leaned forward, growling with desire, their eyes locked and his flesh painfully hard. Always painfully hard around her. He crawled forward ignoring the need to move to a safer location, ignoring the threats to their lives, intent upon taking her.