Belney the Supplicant

The following days were a blur for Belney. A blur of running, naked and cold. Through nighttime forests, learning to tune to the smallest variance in the goblins steps ahead of her in the dark. Predawn light would slowly filter in. That was her favorite time. Woods and meadows coming alive with sounds. Her Lu'Kaah masters caught birds and rabbits in the early mornings by throwing fast stones with amazing precision. Her soles had grown tougher and her legs stronger. her knees had been padded after a time with leather and the strips of what had been her nightgown. Her nipples, though, were always bare, and they stung perpetually from the many times they were pressed to the earth. They ran typically until mid morning and then they found a place to hide. If no cave could be found there might be a hollow downed tree, or a dark place along a creek bed.

Twice she'd heard dogs bark in the distance. Dogs were driven to furious barking when their noses caught goblin smell. The thought of nearby humans caused a twinge in her. A pull to run to them, shame at how wild she must look, and a wistfulness thinking of their soft lives indoors. She'd push down her melancholy.

When they'd stop for rest, she knew to lower herself down on her knees and wait, head down. First her back would be unpacked quietly. She'd build anticipation. The first Lu'Kaah would step forward and remove her mouth bit. It was usually the one she called chief, to herself, for his slightly wider belly. She'd stretch her sore jaw and lick her lips for a moment as she spread her knees and sank down a little, then she'd rub her face on the top of each of his feet, sprinkling them with light kisses. She would then raise her head up slowly as he stepped forward, his clawed toes would slide under her heavy breasts as she raised and he'd flex them, teasing her nipples and giving her a painful shiver. Her face would travel up his legs, not a great distance. As her head reached his loincloth, she'd bring it up with her head. She'd catch his hanging sack with her nose first, then make her tongue wide and drag it up. The Lu'Kaah have a penis sheath that the head sits mostly inside of, but as she progresses, it awakens, so that by the time she reaches it, its a growing plum which she pops in her mouth for a quick once-around from her tongue. Then he pulls away and she lowers her head back down, waiting. When her face climbs the second Le'Kaah legs, she catches his cock as it drapes down. And by the third, the loincloth is already raised like a tent and she can start on the hanging sack and let the hard cock drag across her face until her mouth finds it for its quick dip.

This improvised devotional act developed from Belney being punished for some small fumble or misstep. Going to kiss their feet was a way to try to lessen the stinging switch coming down on her backside. The goblins began to grunt in satisfaction at this, and so the ritual took shape from her anticipation of what would please them. All of this twisting of herself into this new form took a toll that grew as the days passed. There were mornings that she would have drifted straight toward exhausted sleep, rather than feel the greased goblin fingers touching her everywhere at once. She would follow their lead, and get pulled into their rhythm, and the tempo would build until she was moaning and screaming like a creature possessed. She'd always end up in that sweet place of floating relaxation. But she missed her free will. She missed her arms and her hands. She felt her surrender to them more each day as slowly stepping down dark stairs into blackness, and with each step, she'd glance briefly over her shoulder at the light receding behind her.

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Lenya and Tholeaus woke to their shoulders being gently shook. They both looked up at Fennis the ranger, and sat up together.

Let's get moving. But first, eat this.

Fennis had made a very small fire some time earlier at the first hint of light and upon the fire he had heated an iron pot containing breakfast porridge. They split the steaming food between the three of them and devoured it while the light came up.

We'll head up that scree field first, and see if we can find their trails on the topside. If they stopped running and hid, that's good for us. If they kept moving straight through- then their lead is increasing, even with a prisoner. That's not good.

Lenya had shaken the cobwebs of her dream and looked across at Tholeaus. He stared out at the fall leaves on the trees gloomily. How much longer would the ranger be willing to help them track their friend? How much longer could they track without more provisions? Did they bring enough coin for staying out on a long pursuit?

The three broke camp and headed up the steep field of jumbled rocks. After splitting up to divide their search range- a long half hour went by of them looking for signs along the rocks edge where it met forest. Finally Tholeaus shouted and they rejoined and started along a sideways path. There were boulders and signs that there could be a cave and then there it was. Pine branches tossed aside, it was barely a cave, really just a hidden place among boulders. a round sleeping place had been brushed out of the dry ground. Again, nothing had been left behind except the branches with their hatchet marks.

Lenya was again revolted at seeing where her friend had been just hours before. The ground had multiple smudged handprints and footprints in confusion. She didn't want to read the story it told, even if she could. Tholeaus also looked down and felt like vomiting. He wanted to get back on the trail.

The three of them easily found the outgoing tracks of the goblins and their captive. Aging tracks isn't very difficult once you've studied the art of tracking for a while, and so it was obvious to Lenya, Tholeaus and Fennis that the tracks were at least eight hours old. If they hadn't stopped at nightfall when the scree field made progress difficult- they might have caught up with the goblins. It was a frustrating thing to see.

Tracking along through boulder strewn woodlands for a ways, the trail opened out to an overlook that surveyed the descent to the Terrashaw river. It was down this slope they'd eventually meet the road that they would have rendezvoused with the constable and his militia yesterday. They paused and looked around at each other. Fennis spoke.

Well Lenya, Tholeaus... He gave them both looks of significance.

We should talk about our plan. We left in haste, to see if we could catch them before they got too far..

And now they've gotten too far? asked Lenya, her voice rising.

Fennis continued.

They're heading West, but they're staying in rough country where they can't be run down by horseback. If they cut North in the next day or so- they could be headed to goblin country in the mountains- If they keep moving West, they're likely marsh goblins and once they reach the Gulshawn marshlands they'll be pretty well beyond our reach.

What if they slow down or make a mistake or get held up? Tholeaus interjected.

If we stay on 'em.. Tholeaus trailed off. Realizing he and Lenya couldn't really stay on them without more provisions, more coin.

Listen you two, here's what I can do. I can give you twelve Queen's heads, and a letter with the Ranger's seal. When you reach Tembs town, you can provision. The nearer town to the marshes is Farnum, another three days by foot. In Farnum they'll know what might could be done. Show them the seal and they'll arm you and assist if there are soldiers stationed, but i just don't know how the situation is there. It's been a few years.

Tholeaus took a deep breath and blew the air out slow between his teeth. Lenya kicked at the dirt with her toe.

What the fuck, said Lenya, mostly to herself.

Fuck fuck fuck.

It was a very unlikely thing that happened to your friend. But if she ends up in the Gulshawns it's a slim chance she'll come back out. I'm gutted to say it.

Then help us chase her!

Lenya, I'm sorry. The constable can ride with his guys ahead and try to catch them going into the marshes- he can get there quicker by road on horseback. But there are a whole lot of ways they might get across to there. These are long shots- but we've gotta take them.

Ok, ok. Tholeaus nodded.

That sounds solid. We sure do thank you for all your help. We've gotta go after her. You understand.

Lenya was shifting her weight between legs. She was antsy to keep moving. Fennis, gave them the coins, the Ranger's seal, and what was left of the food.

Okay, my friends. Goddess guide you.

Goddess guide you, ranger Fennis. If you see our families, give them word.

And with that the two young adventurers took off down the hill, on the trail of their friend.

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There was a night, she wasn't sure how many nights she'd been out now, when Belney and the goblins came to a body of water. She heard the lead Lu'Kaah move into the water. She saw faintly that there were trees around. Water burbled, moving over rocks nearby. There was no visible moon. She was signaled to drop to her knees and she expected the signal to lower herself to drink, but instead she felt herself being unpacked. She had tuned to the tone and energy of their words and her senses raised- something was amiss. Her heart thumped. She felt more untying of knots and then her arms loosened. Wild pins and needles of sensation overtook her arms, at their release. The Lu'Kaah were around her, murmuring their prayers or spells. They supported her hanging arms, rubbing them. They led her into the water, but held back nearer the shore as she slowly waded deeper. her leather leash floating between them. Belney was in disbelief that she'd been untied after... how many days?

Laying back in the water, letting herself submerge, feeling the cold water, it was exhilarating. Coming up she brought her hands to her face. She hadn't felt her face in so long. She had a piece of bone through her nose! Sobs overtook her and shook her body. She lifted her arms up over her head, taking a deep breath. Feeling the tug of her leash, she turned in the dark water back toward where her captors waited. She ran her hands all over herself in the dark, savoring the feeling of her hands. Her breath was still ragged, tears came freely. She calmed herself as she came out of the water and lowered to her knees before the three quietly chanting Lu'Kaah. She returned her arms to their position and waited. Instead, the three moved her hands to the front and bound her wrists snugly. This caused much relief from the particular patterns of strain she had developed from her previous tie. She felt immensely grateful to her three captors then, performing her feet kissing ritual spontaneously, without the second half. She was reloaded, her ownership runes were repainted on her legs, belly and cheeks. The Le'kaah smelled the breeze then, conferring, before the jogging march began again.

It was two morning's later when the three Lu'Kaah's flight with their human captive finally ended. They had dropped down around dawn into lower lands. The ground became wetter and boggier. Small pines thinned out to patches of tall grasses and reeds. The three reached an open area that afforded a view of a nearby meandering river and what looked like endless wetlands stretching ahead of them. Then an unmistakable sharp cry. It raised the hairs on Belney's neck for it was similar to what she and her two friends had heard upon her first meeting with the three goblins. This cry had three whooping cries- and her Lu'kaah raised their heads, cupped their hands and whooped back. It was then that goblins poured up around them from the marshy wetlands. The three had lowered Belney to her supplicant position on spread knees with ass raised, forearms flat and head down. She heard the new goblins conversing excitedly with her three. They began a chanting then. Many voices were raised. She felt the vibration of their feet but she kept her eyes downcast until a signal was given. Her heart thumped steadily in her chest.

Belney, as she waited with all these goblins all around, felt herself getting wet in anticipation of some act of sexual ownership coming. Safety, no, survival- was in surrender and submission. The punishments and rewards, the physical and mental pains and pleasures of the preceding days and nights were granted at the whims of her three little masters. All of this was in preparation for her arriving amongst their clan. Now she was outside the reach of being snatched back by her human people. The three Lu'Kaah had outrun them. Outmaneuvered and outsmarted them. The three had brought great honor to the tribe by snatching this fertile young filly from deep in human lands. They would be honored. Their prestige would increase. And the filly slave would be further ritually tested.

For now, Belney felt many hands begin to brush along her as the Lu'Kaah men stomp-danced and chanted. The tempo raised and she felt their excitement raised. She felt her head jerked up by her hair. A man who wasn't one of her three unfastened her mouth bit, so it hung around her neck, then rasped-

You say- Reh Lu'Kaah eschue dischkee. eh Dungu pershugh.

This means- You are my master, I am your slave.

This Lu'Kaah was bigger than her three. He pulled her hair. She swallowed hard and stammered hoarsely, eyes on his.

Reh lu'Kaah eschue dischee. eh Dungu pershugh

She dropped her face then to brush her cheeks against his feet, then kiss them. This took him aback briefly, and his head turned to the three, who grinned their assent.

She raised her head then, eyes downcast. a beat passed. She raised her eyes in question. Her face was at the level of his thighs. her lips parted. What would be asked of her?

He grunted. Then turned. and said something she did not understand to the group.

Another stepped up, taking her chin and raising it. She began,

Reh Lu'Kaah eschue dischee. eh Dungu Pershugh.

Her delivery was steady and full of emotion. He was her master, she was his slave. Again she dropped and kissed feet. Again she rose.

The next was gentle, just touching her shoulder. The following was rough, groping her breast quickly in introduction. And so it went. Eleven times, though she wasn't counting. She was repacked and led by her leash down along a path into shallow water. Many frogs and small fish could be seen. Marsh birds by the hundreds rose in the distance and circled about. She felt comforted by the ritual she had performed. Lu'Kaah that she had sworn loyalty to were less likely to spill her blood.

She had the feeling there would be more soon to come.

Several hours of travel through the marshes later, they began a winding trail up a low hill. She had seen some clever ways that humans progress through the marshes would be thwarted, and she wondered if this area had ever been invaded by revenge driven human armies. The original elaborate bondage tie that pushed her shoulders back and her tits out had been re-tied. They also gave her a gourd of something herbal to drink. It was bitter and warming, as it always was.

As they climbed the trail, single file- she began to get a feeling in her belly and chest that was unfamiliar. She found that she was enjoying the texture of the smooth sandstone path. It felt very old. The party of goblins, she noticed, had slowed from the typical Lu'Kaah rushing trot to a deliberate soft-footed approach. What were they approaching? Even being above the heads of all the goblins, the curve of the trail prevented knowing what lay ahead. When she crested the curve, the realized her destination and was at once surprised she hadn't expected it.

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Shifting to Lenya and Tholeaus and their pursuit, I find, as the storyteller, That I'm having difficulty pulling away from the story of Belney. Let me breeze through this next bit. The two young would-be rescuers did their best. They traveled all the way to the town of Farnum that had been their planned destination. They went and silently gazed out from a distance at the vast marshlands into which their friend had likely disappeared. Sometimes a traumatic event like this will bring close friends closer together, and yet more times it splits them apart. Lenya grew irritable in her frustration and guilt at not being able to DO anything that felt like direct action. Tholeaus began to want to just go home and be with his family. He loved Lenya, but she was pushing him away. And so we'll leave our two bereaved adventures there for now. We can see they'e at a low point. aren't they. They may well find their way into the story again, but for now let's return our attention to the slave Belney.

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They had come to the simple mouth of a cave. It was less a cave though, and more of an angled hole that looked to have been made by a great gopher, except that the interior walls and ceiling were rather smooth and glassy, as if it had been fired in a kiln. A goblin-made mobile of feathers, beads, bells and bone tinkled faintly in the breeze.

In they filed one by one. At first it was straightforward tunnel, smelling of the earth. She began to need to bend her knees to stand. Slight wall sconces held small gas lamps evenly spaced. Occasionally there would be side tunnels on one or both sides and then this main tunnel tunnel dropped down and curved to the right. She found that if she walked bent legged she could maintain her straight back but if the ceiling dropped much more she'd have to crouch.

It was then that they came to a forking chamber, and the Lu'Kaah holding her leash diverted from the others down a side tunnel. This tunnel was narrower. She'd almost be able to touch both sides if she were able to stretch out her arms. More goblins followed behind them. They walked for a ways, rising slightly and curving away again to the right. Belney's head began to swim with the particular awareness of being far underground, in a maze of tunnels occupied by a great many of these dangerous creatures to whom she had become a slave. If she felt hopeless on their flight from Lundsmuir, arms tied and running naked, she now felt doubly so. Would she ever see light and sun again? Where would she end up amongst these tunnels, and with whom?

They came at last to a wider, more open chamber, which she saw had been divided by vertical stakes into several large cells with gates for doors. The light was dim but she scanned quickly- Were there other captives? She couldn't detect anybody. The three Lu'Kaah conferred briefly. She had lowered to her knees and bowed when they stopped, as she had been trained. One of these three was her little Chief, she was pretty sure. He opened a wooden gate into a cell. It reminded Belney of horse stalls, but then also of a cage made for birds she had once seen. He shook out a reed mat. Another brought a tightly woven basket. She was led in crawling into the stall. Her little Chief looked at her. He smoothed her hair, pulling her head in against his wide belly and stroking her head like a dog.

Good filly, you have arrived. This basket is for you for shit, Said the little man.

We bring blanket for sleep. We bring food. Water. Filly sleep, rest for big... festival.

The other Lu'Kaah brought a bigger basket of something in while the goblin she called chief continued to stroke Belney. He had brought his other hand down to fondle her heavy breast as she knelt before him.

How do you say, asked Belney,

Reh Lu'Kaah eschuue...

He helped her finish the words of submission and she repeated them quietly as he stroked her. His smooth green cock-head had begun to emerge from the side of his loincloth. Belney opened her mouth a little and looked up at him in question.