Foreword: If you're coming into this story for the first time, I encourage you to start from the beginning, at Chapter 1. Then come back. It'll be here.
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What followed next in this room of goblin women and one human slave was a period of quiet, within which Belney felt carried along in her thoughts, held like a dandelion seed in the breeze of the powerful minds around her. It felt really good, she thought. If this was part of being a goblin sex slave, it tipped the scales toward a sense of hopefulness. It felt like her spirit was finally given some breathing room by this experience with the women, and Belney was grateful. Eventually Lu'Kaah women began to stretch their long arms and rise from the circle without formality. Some went back to their crafting and food processing tasks, others drifted out of the room.
Belney noticed that her long leather leash cord, attached at one end to the collar around her neck, was not being held by anybody. she began to coil it in small loops. While she did she thought about how she felt now. With the men she was always bowing and scraping her tits on the floor. She was their submissive. An object of desire, a sexual beast to be groped and to be mounted. And there was a part of her that had come to enjoy, to even revel in it. She felt bonded in that experience, particularly with her original three fellows. Her behavior with them had been motivated by fear though, ultimately. She became what they demanded she be.
Here in this room however, there was nobody asserting ownership over her. These women had shown her a lot with their dream-time visions. Belney came away with an impression of them as powerful aunties. They didn't embrace her, but neither did they hold her with distrust or suspicion. It was like they saw through her. There was a fairness to them that felt comforting.
One of them, a taller more slender Lu'Kaah, got up and pushed a basket of seed pods toward her, then went back to her seat nearby and shelled the shiny speckled beans from one basket into the other. With a nodding motion, the goblin indicated that Belney should come sit opposite and shell beans into the same basket. So thats exactly what the slave did, with a small smile, letting her leash fall forgotten by her side.
The following days found Belney settling into something of a routine at the marshland cave of the Lu'Kaah. She would be awakened by the unlatching and creaking open of her stall gate, which would click a signal her mind and she'd roll without thinking into her ass-up supplicant bowing movement. Sometimes she'd already be awake when they came, laying quiet with her drifting thoughts.
Either three, five or rarely seven goblins would then slip quietly in. Belney had come to discover that goblins are eccentric about avoiding even numbers. Always they'd move in odd numbered groups, At least until it was more than could be easily counted at a glance. If two groups of five or seven came together- one would sometimes depart, sometimes not. If two groups of three merged, goblins would definitely pause what they were doing to either subtract a member or find one to add, which they accomplished with a businesslike efficiency and very little squabbling.
The goblin men would circle Belney and begin quietly singing one of several chanting songs that she'd begun to recognize. They'd brush their fingertips along her curves or slap her ass as they circled around and sang, enjoying the pudding bounce of her soft skin under their hands and the flinching intake of breath it would produce. There was a large ceramic jar of thick herbed oil blend that the men would slip their long fingers into. They'd grease the erections that would begin to bob before them like curved green flag poles. Belney had developed a fondness for this foreplay. Also for the combined smell and taste of the botanical oil blend and their animal muskiness.
One would inevitably be moved to place the bulbous head of his shaft in her open mouth within a couple minutes. She'd run her tongue back and forth along the underside the with an aaaaahing sound. The others who'd join in would be equally predictable. A second would slide or squeeze himself underneath her, so she'd be straddling him with his his bald head pushed under her breasts. He'd latch onto her hips and pull her down onto him. Maybe it would be his hand that guided him into her waiting pussy, or maybe it would be the hand of his helpful brother. Then there would be the aiming of a third swollen gland toward the ass that had been brought into reach by her lowering.
It was always a team event. This triple stuffed Belney sandwich they'd make would move and shake and tremble for a few minutes of rising intensity before their groaning release. half the time the goblin in her mouth would hold off, and when they slipped out he would switch around for his ride while the other two clung onto her like toddlers, idly fondling her tits and playing with her curly hair.
There were also many instances of goblins who visited deciding that they all wanted to fuck her pussy and cum in her that way. The waiting goblins in this scenario might pass the time by watching and stroking themselves, slapping their cocks against Belney's face, or popping in and out of her mouth in a close-pressed smorgasbord. Goblins are of the belief that the creation of a baby goblin involves multiple fathers adding their seed to the mix, thereby creating a new goblin with the combined attributes of all the contributors. In fact, a goblin born of just one or two males was a situation to be avoided. Hence their wild monthly festivities.
Sometimes goblins would leave little gifts on the low slab table that held her food, water pitcher and various body oils. This was a custom that had previously only belonged to the Lu'Kaah relations. Leaving little flowers or pretty rocks or the like. Belney had come to hold a similar place in their minds, even though she was a human slave and not one of their own. Her table slowly filled up with these gifts and became a low-key alter to their devotion.
Belney would be visited by a few of these little groups of horny goblins a night. Sometimes the main warrior groups would be away on whatever grim business they had, and at those times younger Lu'Kaah warriors-in-training would visit her. These visits were shorter, for their excitement would exceed their stamina. Belney would sometimes use her hands with these ones, to hold or caress them toward their climaxes. From her first week with bound arms, Belney had gotten used to being a passive receiver of dick, but she found that she also enjoyed running her hands along their strong young bodies. This was an unspoken taboo thrill that they also seemed to relish.
On late afternoons or mornings, the shaman or another older Lu'Kaah would come to her stall, often with youngsters, and lead her out on a swim or a walk around the perimeter of the island. it was on one of these that we find Belney today, looking down at her legs in the sunshine. The various bruises and abrasions of her journey from her human town had long healed. They were still a bit tanned, and the muscles of her thighs were toned from running. It occurred to her that she missed running. She hadn't run anywhere since she arrived a couple of weeks before.
To circle the island would take maybe an hour, she thought. She wondered if she would ever be permitted to run the trails freely. She definitely had no wish to attempt escape. She knew very well that the goblins would catch her. Even if she managed to slip away they would use the spirit traveling skills of the women to locate her. It wasn't even worth thinking what her punishment might be.
Besides, she didn't even know what she would do alone and naked in the world now. Go to a human town, and explain? The idea held no appeal. The Crow Clan was her clan now- and she most definitely belonged to them. Belney at this moment had zero inclination to try to find a way out of this destiny by escaping.
She dozed, splashing her toes in the water, until the the sun had gone down. Sunset was the time mink and otter would be hunting and playing along the shore, and she watched their antics with amusement. Her escort this evening was a sleepy old goblin named Vekull and two young first years whose names she'd forgotten. They were squatting together and whittling little wood figurines. He grunted toward Belney and gave a brusque instruction in goblish.
"Lets get moving."
They wound their way back up the hill and inside the secondary entrance of the cave. On their return through the tunnels was where they were intercepted by a trio of women. Belney had dropped and bowed at the sound of their approach.
