Goblin Queen

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."

The short warrior puffed himself up. "I'm responsible for the slave."

"Then be responsible for keeping him out of my way until I need him for a fitting," Puld muttered, holding up a sheet of some light cloth and squinting at it.

Puld worked for hours. The garb the goblin eventually came up with consisted of two pieces. The first was a tiny tight shirt that didn't cover Karul's arms nor anything below his nipples, made of a sheer, stretchy and shiny red material. Karul would have called it the most useless garment he'd ever seen, except that the second part of his outfit was even worse. This was a short kilt hanging from his hips and reaching barely to his thighs and made of some sort of black stuff that was very light, almost like a very fine net. It was slit up both sides so that any movement caused it to fall away from Karul's body, a bit like the slit skirt that the whore he and his army buddies had hired that one time. Except that the whore's skirt fell to her calves and wasn't nearly as transparent as this one was.

"Perfect," Puld announced once he'd fitted it to the human. "Walk around, slave. Now kneel down. Good, now stand up again but bend over."

All these maneuvers invariably exposed Karul's most private parts. He blushed with shame as the goblins watched. It was odd because he'd gotten so used to be naked it had never bothered him. Wearing these awful garments felt far more embarrassing than being nude.

"Nice," Ulki said appreciatively.

"Told you, kid," Puld said. "Now there's one last step, sort of the crowning touch. Kneel down, slave."

The tailor brought out a leather collar. Karul could see it had little metal shapes embedded in the leather, which he recognized as goblin letters though of course he couldn't read them.

Puld untied the leash threaded through the hasp of Karul's iron collar and removed it. This felt very strange, Karul had worn the iron ring so long it felt like a part of him was missing. Puld now looped the leather collar around Karul's neck and buckled it in place, then reattached the leash to this new restraint.

Ulki leaned close to read the lettering. "Princess?" he said, and began to laugh.

Puld grinned. "Seemed like an appropriate name for the Queen's former pet. All right, we're done here. Take Princess back to your boss Mak, but make sure to tell him that after all the work I did I deserve a shot at the bitch soon."

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Karul and his diminutive escort returned the way they'd come. Unlike the outgoing trip, now every time they passed goblins in the tunnels Karul became the object of whistles and rude catcalls. It made him feel humiliated, and increasingly nervous about what was happening.

When they reached the palace gate many more warriors were present. From their comments it was clear that less than half of them were on duty. Not only had Mak and the rest of the previous shift all waited for Karul's return, but several other warriors who'd passed by and heard the news had joined the crowd.

"About time," Mak said. "All right, boys, let's take our new toy to the barracks."

Another mocking cheer erupted, along with some grumbles from the guards manning the gate who had to stay at their post. Karul was swept up in a goblin mob which herded away from the palace. The twenty or so goblins shoved and cursed at each other as usual, but despite this seemed in a good mood. The ones who managed to get close to Karul kept pinching or slapping him, particularly his bottom. At times one would grab his malehood and pull as if guiding him along using it as another leash.

When they got to the barracks there were a dozen goblins already present. They were playing a loud betting game with knucklebones, but this was instantly abandoned when Karul appeared and the warriors with him began describing what had happened.

Mak grabbed Karul's leash and pulled him through the crowd to a table. The goblin senior hopped up to sit on this. "All right, Princess, on your knees."

The table, being made for goblins, was quite low. Kneeling brought Karul to Mak's nipple line.

Mak flipped his loincloth out of the way, revealing an impressive cock. "Word is that you're good with your mouth, at least Her Highness was pleased with it," he said. "Show me what you can do."

Karul's mouth was dry. He cleared his throat. "I don't do that," he said. It wasn't exactly a lie. He'd done it, yes, but never after Hetto died. And he'd told himself he never would again.

"You do now, slut," Mak said firmly. "You're not the sole property of Her Highness anymore. You're ours, and we're going to make good use of you. Now suck my cock, or do you want the whip first?"

Their relative positions were such that Karul had to bend at the waist. This put the goblin's thick green penis at his eye level. The head tapered to a point, more like a smooth pinecone than a plum, but otherwise the organ was shaped almost exactly like a human dick. It had started to swell with excitement but wasn't erect yet.

"I'm going to start counting, and if I reach six and you haven't started ..." Mak warned.

Karul opened his lips and took the mostly-flaccid phallus in. Even before he started using his tongue the member was already getting stiffer and longer in his mouth. Memories of doing this with Hetto went through his mind.

The difference between then and now wasn't anything about Karul's actions or the characteristics of the malehood he was pleasuring. It was the situation. His illicit encounters with human males had always been secretive and in secluded places. Now however he was doing it in front of an audience. A loud, jostling audience who were making lewd comments about Karul's efforts, dress, body, and moral character.

"Look at the human dive on Mak's dick. Didn't he say he didn't know how to give a blowjob?"

"I guess the bitch must be a natural whore."

"Obviously, look how much he's enjoying it."

"Yeah, and the way he's waving his sweet ass around, it keeps peeking through his skirt."

"I think the slut wants something hard up there."

"Only a slut who wants to get fucked would wear a skirt like that to begin with."

"Come on, Mak, give the rest of us a chance. Even if you're using her mouth we could go in the backdoor."

"Stop bothering me, you can do whatever you want when I'm done," Mak grunted. He'd grabbed Karul's long hair and was now fucking the human's mouth hard.

Fortunately for Karul his old bully Barso had also enjoyed roughly jamming his dick down Karul's throat. As a result Karul had learned how to allow this without choking or letting his teeth graze his user's penis, Barso having issued more than one beating when the latter happened. In any case Mak's dick was not as long as Barso's had been, and the goblin was apparently too pent-up to last long. After a few moments he growled and erupted down Karul's throat.

Karul swallowed as the goblin's seed pulsed out. The first few shots went straight into his belly, then Mak pulled back a little and he tasted the rest. It was sweet, sweeter than that of Karul's previous partners.

"Flood, human, I'm done. Stop sucking," Mak said, roughly pushing Karul's head off his crotch. "I don't care how much you like the taste. We're doing this for my enjoyment, not yours."

"Get up, get up," the others yelled, along with ruder things. "Get away from our table, bad enough we had Mak's filthy ass on it without getting human stink there."

When Karul rose to his feet, a new object of derision revealed itself to the goblins. "Look at the whore's skirt! What's lifting it, I wonder?"

Pointing and raucous laughter made Karul feel like sinking through the floor. Despite himself he'd started to get stiff and his dick was tenting out the front of his tiny skirt.

"Oh, we can't have that," Mak said cheerfully. "Something like that doesn't belong on a whore, does it, boys?"

"Cut it off," one yelled, brandishing a dagger. "Slut don't need it, or his balls!" Others laughed and agreed. Karul moaned and started to tremble.

"No, you idiots," Mak shouted. "Are you complete fools? Haven't you learned anything about how fragile human slaves are? If the bitch didn't bleed to death he'd probably get gangrene and die that way. Besides, there's a much better way of dealing with the problem. Let's go to my office."

The senior goblin hopped off the table and grabbed Karul's leash, pulling him along as he headed for an alcove off the main barracks. This contained a stool and a desk, but it's walls bore a variety of whips, floggers and manacles, evidence of how discipline was enforced by the goblin officer on his troops.

Mak turned and faced the others, who were crowding the entrance. "All right, I can't apply the solution I'm thinking of while the slut is still hard, so I need helpers. Who wants to use a whip on the human?"

There was a loud chorus from volunteers eager for the chance. Mak rejected most with comments such as, "Not you, you can't even use a soft crop without drawing blood," and "Oh no, Barm, once you get started I need to knock you unconscious to get you to stop."

The two goblins chosen by Mak were handed short floggers and instantly began laying into Karul's flesh despite the close quarters. He yelped and begged them to stop while the other goblins laughed. Karul's erect penis, which had already started to flag, drooped limp.

"All right, that's enough, the bitch has gone soft," Mak declared. "Now for a longer-term correction to the problem."

He dug in a drawer and pulled out a leather and bone contraption. Karul's eyes went wide and he whimpered as he recognized it as a chatarku.

"I see you know what this is, Princess," Mak taunted. "Sometime when one of my men has been a very bad boy I put it on him for a few days, it invariably improves his attitude. In you go, you're going to be wearing this full-time from now on."

Rough hands grabbed Karul's privates and stuffed them into the device. After it was fastened in place Mak brought out a pot of glue which he painted over the knots. "There. Only way to get this off you will be to cut it open. We find out you've done that and you'll wish you hadn't."

Mak pushed Karul back out into the main area of the barracks. The goblins made Karul lift up the front of his skirt to display the how the chatarku caged his malehood from the tip down to his hairless balls.

Karul's leash was tugged, forcing him back down to his hands and knees in the middle of the packed goblins. Hands went to his body, but this time instead of pinching or slapping they began to fondle and stroke his flesh; caressing his thighs, kneading his bum, tugging his nipples through his tight top. The goblins had seen the chatarku in use before. They did their best to stimulate and excite Karul, not because they wanted to give him pleasure but knowing what would happen.

Karul also knew what was coming and did his best not to become aroused, but it was no use. His dick started to swell. As it did, it touched the many teeth on the inside of the device and the agony set in.

Karul gave out a high-pitched squeal and tried to curl up in a ball around his burning cock. The goblins thought this was hilarious and redoubled their efforts, rubbing and massaging every sensitive part they could reach, trying to get his dick to engorge even more. They snickered as Karul writhed, trying to avoid their touch. Before they tired of their cruel play the human was reduced to a sobbing, quivering heap.

The end of the game occurred when one of the goblins stopped molesting Karul with his hands and instead pulled out his erect cock to rub it over the human's smooth skin. As soon as his neighbors saw what he'd done a round of shoving and complaints started which rapidly spread through the entire group. The erotic teasing of Karul was abruptly replaced by competition between the goblins to decide who would go first in using their new toy for his own satisfaction.

The respite was not long, but the horrible pangs from the chatarku meant Karul's dick rapidly went limp and had soon shrunk to the point that it no longer touched the painful parts of the device. He did not have time to savor this as the goblins had come to an agreement about how to proceed.

The human was prodded back up onto his hands and knees. A goblin prick was shoved at his face and a command growled. Karul couldn't even see which goblin it was but did not try to resist, opening his mouth and allowing the goblin to stuff his meat inside.

As Karul sucked his second goblin dick, hands flipped up his skirt to expose his rear. A clawed finger was thrust into his anus. From the slimy feel it was coated in some sort of grease, possibly from the nearby meal table. A pointed cockhead closely followed, plunging up Karul's ass.

Being invaded at both ends simultaneously was a brand new experience for Karul. At first he found it difficult as he had to deal with both the discomfort of the cock treating his tense rear hole like a whore's cunt while also making sure he didn't bite or choke on the one trying to force its way past his tonsils. The way the goblin behind him began slapping Karul's bottom cheeks hard in time with his fucking didn't help. Karul struggled not to fight against the rough treatment, afraid that resistance would only lead the goblins to flog him or worse.

The thing that helped Karul the most was that, like Mak, neither goblin lasted all that long. First the one at his front stiffened, grunted and flooded Karul's mouth with his seed, which tasted just as sweet as Mak's had before. Even as Karul was gulping it down the goblin behind him shoved his cock as deep as it would go and began pumping that end of the human bitch full of semen as well.

This did not end the ordeal. Almost before the two using him had finished they were being shoved out of the way and two new goblin erections were being pushed into place in Karul's openings. There was essentially no break before he was again being fucked hard front and back.

His new assailants lasted no longer than the others had, rapidly reaching orgasm and unleashing torrents of sweet cum into Karul's holes. The pair that followed them did the same. Karul recalled Queen telling him how the captive human women were "too fragile" to satisfy the needs of all the males in the goblin tribe. Here was proof, every one of the goblins seemed to be afflicted with overfull balls and a desperate urge to release the contents.