Author's Note: The penultimate part of Karul's story. In hopes of keeping readers who've come to expect a certain sort of sex scene from getting upset when there aren't any, I'm going to come out up front and tell you up front that the protagonist is about to become a sex toy for the goblin males. If you hate that sort of thing and want to know the ending I'm afraid you'll have to skip all the sex scenes.
Disclaimer: The following is a piece of fiction. Fiction (in case you don't know) means it's made up, not real, a bunch of lies. The characters in the story are all fictional too, meaning they don't exist. While non-existent, if they existed and had an age they would be over 18.
Furthermore, since the characters aren't real they can't possibly be harmed by the stuff they do or that happens to them in the story. This would not be true in reality, meaning you should not think you can do the same things safely, legally, or ethically in real life. Just because bullets bounce off Superman (he's fictional) that doesn't mean they're going to bounce off you, got it? If you believe that the things fictional characters do in a pornographic story are a valid guide to behavior in the real world, then you have much bigger psychological problems than a story could ever cause and you should stop reading this and seek medical help immediately.
PART V: GOBLIN'S BITCH
As soon as the bedchamber's doors were shut the goblin with Karul's leash turned to face him and tugged the taller human male to his knees.
"I know what you're thinking, but no," the other hissed. "We're on duty."
"What's wrong with having a little fun on duty?" the first goblin grumbled.
"Right outside Her Highness' door? Do you want to taste the uralla, fool?"
"Don't call me fool, suck-up."
The goblins both rose to their full heights (making them only a little taller than Karul on his knees) and glared at one another. The one holding Karul's leash dropped it to have both hands free for his spear.
Still kneeling, Karul used this opportunity to shuffle a bit further away. He had no intention of being caught in the middle of a brawl between two armed goblin warriors.
The second guard noticed the move. "The slave is trying to get away," he barked.
"What? No, I ..." Karul objected. The first goblin grabbed the free end of the leash and jerked it hard, then slapped Karul across the face. "Oww!"
"Taking advantage of my lenience, are you?" the goblin shouted, jerking the leash a second time. "You'll regret that, just you wait."
"That's right, fuckwit," the second put in, thumping Karul's flank with the butt of his spear and drawing another pained gasp. "You're not Her Highness' private slave anymore, you won't be getting away with things like you did before."
The opportunity to redirect aggression onto a helpless target allowed the pair to conveniently drop their dispute. "What are you dawdling for? Back on your feet, loser," the first goblin ordered, ignoring the fact he was the one who'd put Karul on his knees in the first place.
They hustled Karul through the palace complex till they got to the heavy main gate, where a larger group of warriors stood guard. "Her Highness has turned this one over to the people, to use as we like," the first of his escorts announced pompously.
The new group greeted this with rough laughter and a mocking cheer. "We'd better get the bitch fitted out, then," their leader said. "Ulki, you're on courier duty, yeah? Take this slave to Puld and tell him we've finally got a tarkrelo to use."
Karul didn't recognize the word the goblin used, never having heard it before. It seemed to mean something along the lines of "male-fun-object." Boy-toy?
One of the other warriors cleared his throat. "Just Ulki, chief? Shouldn't a couple more of us go along to make sure the slave stays in line?"
Karul now recognized the leader from council meetings he'd attended with Queen. His name was Mak and he was both a very senior officer and one of the oldest goblins in the tribe, relatively speaking. He'd met Karul often in the past.
Mak looked at Karul, grinned wide and shook his head. "This one? Don't make me laugh, this one won't give Ulki any trouble. All right, off you go."
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The junior warrior led Karul away from the palace complex using one of the main thoroughfares. They ended up at one of the secondary armories, which puzzled Karul since he was certain the goblins had no intention of issuing him a weapon.
They entered and found Puld in a workshop full of bolts of fabric, bundles of leather and open containers full of metal and bone fasteners. There were few weapons in this armory, but shears and scissors of various types hung from hooks on the walls. At this point it was obvious that Puld was some sort of tailor, though Karul was still unsure why he'd been taken here.
Ulki informed Puld of his errand. The tailor looked Karul over, scratched his head and grabbed a measuring string off his workbench.
"We have some stuff taken from those trader's wagons that should work," the goblin mumbled, stretching the string against Karul's limbs and around his torso. "Nothing very fine, but I suppose there won't be anyone to compare to at this point, eh?"
"Work for what? What are you making?" Ulki asked.
"Clothes, kid."
"Clothes!" the younger goblin sneered. "Slaves don't wear clothes."
Puld was already pawing through a stack of fabric. "This kind does. Don't you have a job you need to be doing? Preferably one that doesn't involve bothering me."