Goblin Wives -- North Pole Part 9
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I could see the sadness in their eyes. How were we going to get out of here? So much of the discussion this afternoon and tonight was tied to their fear of losing me and never seeing me again. Our children never getting to see me, knowing me, or calling me, "Daddy." This time *I* was the one who threw *THEM* a double whammy through the link we shared. Damn that felt good, as was seeing them smile...and Lyn suddenly pointing. Yep, she, and now the others, could see the outline of the door. Questions now were: could we open it and where did it lead?
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We stared at the door for what seemed like forever before each of us tried to find a way to open it. I stayed in the room with Lyn and Lee. The others went to the others. Ten, fifteen, maybe twenty minutes went by with no one finding a key or any other way to open the door.
Stepping back, I looked at it again, then tried linking with my wives and slinging some magic at it. Nothing happened. Not with the door, but with me slinging magic at it: nada, zip, and nil. Looking at Lee, she shrugged her shoulders with the universal salute of "don't ask me." Lyn gave me a look that said that I should know better. I guess it's a training thing.
The sixteen of us were gathered once again staring at the blasted door. It was a real door, just with no way to open it, at least from this side. I could feel despair once again coming from them. Me, I was sure something was going to change. That damned door would open. I walked back up to it and started to tap. The wall around the door sounded more solid and the door more hollow. The difference was subtle, but it was there.
Once again, I stepped back. This time, though, there was a snick and a click. We all looked opening door. A shadowy figure emerged from behind it. As it entered the room, we all gasped in surprise. It was Crown Princess Charlene, dressed in what could be best called royalty's version of commoner's clothing.
"I can help you escape," she offered.
Quick on the draw, Lotte responded. "What's your price?"
"A baby," she stated as she pointed at me. "He has to fuck me and impregnate me. That's my price. Fuck me now and I'll lead you out to safety."
That started a cacophony of discussion by my wives, quickly interrupted by my response of "No!"
Charlene looked surprised to hear me say that once again. It also shut down my wives' discussion. I politely continued, "Princess, if my wives agree, I'll only be fucking you after we get to safety. You get your baby when we are safe and free."
The Princess was about to respond when Sarah and Lotte pulled into a huddle with the others. The gist of the discussion was that if I fucked Charlene, she'd be my wife. That was a BIG problem. I pointed out we needed to get out of here and soon. I didn't see any way this wasn't going to happen, so I asked if there was a way to lessen the impact. I really didn't want to have another wife, but some chick who lived away from me and only saw once in a great while wouldn't be a problem. That drove more whispered discussion that only ended when Charlene interrupted.
"We need get moving. OK with doing it after you get out here, but we need to leave now!"
The ladies were all in sleep wear and scrambled to change into something better. The Princess was annoyed with the delay. I could see her calculation. If there had been no discussion AND if I was one pump chump, like many male goblins were rumored to be, she'd be pregnant. Whether she would have dumped us or not was very open question.
I was about to leave to change out of my new jammies when Charlene again interrupted.
"Don't change. Your new clothes all have trackers in them." I looked down and waved my hands over my jammies and she continued. "Those don't." I assumed that was because I got hauled here in a robe and didn't have anything else to wear. They likely thought why would I try to leave in my jammies.
Lyn had changed her clothes and was carrying one of my new outfits to me. Hearing what Charlene said, she did a quick turn and disappeared. Others were filtering in, but Charlene was still talking.
"Look, we have to move. They were ready to hit you all with sleeping gas, when suddenly all the surveillance went down, along with a lot of other stuff in the area. All of it crashed, magical and mundane. They're trying to fix it right now, at least the gas part. Once they get it up, they're going to activate it, even if the other surveillance is still down."
That answered my question about where the magic went when I tried to open the door.
"How long does it take effect? And how long after they use it will they come in?" asked Dani.
"Five to ten minutes, at most. But they'll wait an hour or two to be sure you're all well under unless they get one of the surveillance systems up. Depending on which one and what it can or cannot see or hear, they may still wait, gas you again, or just come in."
Everyone had come back except for Lyn. None with bags. Charlene looked at all of us, continuing, "Isadora really doesn't care if any of you live." Looking at me, she said, "If you survive great, if not..." She then looked at my nine new wives. "She'll settle for the stored sperm in the nine of you. She knows you were fucked and impregnated last night, and you haven't disposed of them yet."
That puts a fun spin on things. I was ready to go, as was everyone else. Lyn dashed in with a small backpack on her back. I gave her a look and got confirmation. She had everything in her bag of tricks. How fucking big is it?
Charlene led us through the door into a very narrow hallway, carefully locking it from the hallway side. Obviously, a secret passage leading somewhere, hopefully away from Isadora. I wasn't 100% convinced the Princess was any less nuts, but until she got her baby, she was likely trustworthy. If she wanted to just get knocked up by one of the packets of stored sperm, there were much safer and more ruthless ways to do it.
Charlene led us single file, this way and that, through the back passages of the Palace. My wives stuck me in the middle, away from the Princess and away from any danger that might appear behind us. We'd been sneaking around for well over half an hour, closer to an hour per the mental feedback from three of my wives. So far, no alarms from what we could detect. Miriam, one of my six three holers, was just behind the Princess and relayed to all of us that we were close to the exit.
A few minutes later, we all stopped. Charlene informed us that we were about to enter a little used, but still public, hallway. It was only a short distance to the vehicle that would carry us out of the Palace, but we would be at risk. We should spread out as we left the passage and follow her. Try not to get too bunched up but avoid straggling behind. Her mother-hen act was understandable. She'd be sneaking out with us and be very much at risk if discovered assisting us escape.
Without any fanfare, we exited the passage. As she opened the door, Charlene set it to auto-lock when it closed and gave us a mild admonition to not let it close until the last of us exited. We got through without incident and walked casually down the hallway. There was no one in sight as we approached what appeared to be a service door.
The Princess opened it and lo and behold, there was the fancy bus we arrived in. With the same gazillion year old male goblin who drove us. I made sure I was the last out, thinking Charlene just might leave the others behind if I got on the bus first. The driver gave me big smile before going back to his typical dour expression as he closed the passenger loading door.
It was funny to see that everyone was trying to hide in, behind, or under something in the passenger compartment. Checking the back, four were squeezed into the bathroom. Looking back at the driver, he indicated I should just sit on the floor against the back wall of the bus. Once I was seated, the bus started moving, again with a jerk, a stop, and another jerk. I thought to blame the driver, but then again, it could be just the bus.
A short drive got us to an inspection point. The driver opened the passenger loading door and a guard stepped in. Oddly, she stayed on the bottom platform, chatting with the driver for a minute or so, then stepped off. While she was talking to the driver, someone was banging around as they checked the baggage compartments under us. The banging stopped when the guard got off. The driver closed the door, and we were off again. Same thing happened at a second checkpoint. Apparently, this was the last one.
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Chief Inspector Rudolph was, as usual, in early after working late. She had just sat down at her desk when she got a message from her contact in Queen Isadora's Palace. "The Donor" and his wives were on the move. Given the time difference between her location and the Palace, it was just after midnight there.