Rooie Rogue's Rough Raid

Detritus of dying leaves and fallen twigs littering the lush, green grass barely crunched beneath the careful steps of a deceptively graceful young woman. Wyona's dark hair ran down her shoulders in a long ponytail, glimmering with a dark, raven hue of each strand. The young woman's taut, round derriere swung softly from side to side, her black hair just hovering above as it swept almost opposite in direction to the rhythm of her ample, birthing hips. She was of human and elven descent, in other words a half-elf, a creamy complexion, lightly sun-kissed while her large breasts and curvaceous figure held in a tan leather bodice and corset along with snug travel pants. Each garment struggling to contain her ample charms, each plump curve rippling against the fabric as Wyona trekked through the woods, pointed ears beneath hanging tresses of silky black kept an ear out for anything that might clue her into the target of her quest.

Being part wood elf, Wyona gave her some advantage, moving through the trees with surprising grace and ease despite her...sumptuous figure. Yet, there was no mistaking that she was new to her trade. These woods were new to her, and she seemed uncertain with every break she took in her stride. Clearly looking for something yet having no idea where to look, she came to a full stop finally with her hand adorned in a leather glove exposing her slender fingers, pressing it gently to the bark of a tree. She reached to her forehead and wiped sweat from her brow, a band matching the brown hue of her gear held her bangs from her face, big green eyes framed by long, full lashes scanned the barely worn path ahead. The girl's petite if slightly pointed nose wrinkled with purpose, taking in the air slowly, unfortunately her sense of smell was not as heightened as others in her field. Then released the breath, testing the limits of her bodice as her huge breasts pressed against the leather molded perfectly around the pale globes that rippled and bulged slightly over the edges.

Nothing...

Not a single scent of anything foul.

The young woman huffed, her plump lips pursing and parting to release the air from her pout, hand remaining rested upon the trunk as she nibbled her full lower lip. Letting her green eyes wander about the canopy above as she became lost in thought. Perhaps, her mother was right, that she wasn't built for adventuring, and that she should join her father in the tapestry business. Making the fine banners for heroes that did the things she dreamed of doing. The thought of some pompous nobleman's son riding his loyal steed into battle with a glimmering metal rod and a banner held aloft in a rich blue and some crest adorning its center. She scoffed, kicking the base of the trunk...and immediately regretted doing so. The boots she wore were sturdy but not meant for the amount of frustration behind her toe to nearly ancient wood.

"Aaaah! Daammmit!" she screamed, a voice husky yet high in pitch as she grabbed at her foot and hopped on one foot. "Ow...oww..."

Wyona whined, pressing her bare shoulder to the tree as she massaged her thumbs against the leather and towards the throbbing toes beneath. Letting out a few more curses, admonishing herself before being so stupid as the pain gradually subsided. Over the very tip of her boot's toe...the buxom wood-elf noticed something strange about the foliage poking up through the winding, twisted roots of the large tree. It took little more than a few seconds for her to bend over, the full round peach of her cheeks straining against the confines of her pants, before she stood back up with a shredded piece of cloth between her fingers. Sometimes all it took was a single clue, and the rest of the mystery could open up. Wyona's emerald orbs glistened upon the fabric as she stretched it between her nimble fingers, narrowing as she recognized the finer silk of something worn by the wealthy. Returning her gaze towards the bits of skeletal shrubbery that had caught the piece of fabric, she noticed the undeniable trail cutting through the various debris and worn grass beneath. The smaller footprints were harder to pinpoint but they were there, both leading and alongside the gouging trail that had to be the sign of something...or rather, someone...dragged across the forest floor.

"Got you..." she growled, tucking the fabric into one of the pouches on her belt as she followed the track. It had to be fresh, otherwise the fall of leaves and passing breeze would have eventually covered it up. At least that's what Wyona hoped anyway, the sooner she was on their tail, the sooner she could put an end to the torment these little beasts caused.

Wyona's vigor renewed, the buxom brunette marched forward with a little less grace than she had displayed before. Time was of the essence, the young woman's heavy breasts bouncing within their snug bodice, and her fat, round rump wobbling against the seat of her pants The succulent shape of each plush cheek neatly outlined as they fell one after the other, with each of Wyona's purposeful steps. Dragging a full grown person, especially when done by creatures of such lacking stature, was not easy so there was no way this trail went for long...

The sun had reached what seemed the center of the sky by the time Wyona found herself huffing and puffing, a plump bead of sweat travelling down from her clavicle, along the slope of her breast before diving deep between her generous cleavage. Thankfully the thick canopy above kept the sun from beating right down upon her head, on the other hand the heat both generated within her pumping blood thanks to the exercise, and contained between the trees.

Wyona huffed, heavy tits rising and falling with a ragged bounce as she glared upon the track that still wound a considerable distance ahead. Crouching down, the taut shape of her fat peach protruding behind her in such a manner, it almost seemed intentional, pulling her waterskin from her belt and pressing it to her supple lips. A few swigs later and she was rejuvenated, able to continue her search, standing up to her full height which was somewhat imposing being 5'10 at least some might find it as such.

"Tell me it's my turn to shovel the trough...I'll shovel your trough-" the grumbling individual stopped in place as they took notice of the buxom brunette standing a few yards across from them.

The complaining belonged to that of a goblin, just the type of cretin that Wyona had been hoping to find since she started out into these woods. Both stared at one another in shock for a few long, lingering seconds as they just took each other in. He was about 2 and a half feet tall from what the young wood-elf could tell, with a dark greenish-blue complexion. A hook nose protruded from his face, and protruding lower fangs peeked out from his lower lip, accentuating the goblin's seemingly permanent scowl. Beady golden eyes peeked out from his brow as he swung the shovel towards her direction, swinging the tassels hanging from his leather cap. He wore a baggy orange tunic and little more than a leather loincloth beneath the hem of the tunic.

"What are you looking at skank?! If you're gonna keep your trap agape like that I got something to fit in there..." he bellowed at her in a somewhat growly and surprisingly deep at least for that of a goblin.

That got Wyona back to reality real fast, the woman's slender brow furrowed low, knitting her dark brows together as she reached for her dagger and pulled it free. "Take me to your camp, goblin! The kidnapping and debauchery ends here!"

"Aw shiieet!" the goblin muttered, dropping the shovel and taking off, knowing full well one of him alone was not going to be enough to take on a murder hobo.

"Hey wait!"

Wyona shouted after him, sprinting towards the retreating form of the goblin, dagger held firmly in fist, pursuing him into the depths of the forest. The goblin was more savvy and had been in these woods long enough to know them better than the wood-elf. However, Wyona had the physical advantage, as long shapely legs pumped across the forest floor, always just within reach but never quite gaining enough to nab him. The girl's eyes narrowing on him as she watched him hop over a log, easily just stepping up onto it giving her a small lunge and just as she thought she had him, the only thing she managed to stab into was the little man's cap, plucking it off his balding head as he cursed her.

"Ya bitch! That was my favorite cap!" he shot back, pausing for a moment as he looked from the quickly approaching Wyona then forward, and back again.

"Call me a name one more time you little-!"

The goblin hopped sans a fallen log this time but Wyona did not, figuring that he was only looking to gain some desperate distance. So confident in this was she that a grin had formed across those supple lips, splitting wide enough to show teeth, but just as the goblin was in arms reach...she felt her breath catch in her throat. Dagger falling from her hand, spinning a couple times before landing uselessly on its side a few feet ahead of her as the buxom half-elf flailed and fell boob-first onto the ground. Aside from the impacting pain of her huge tits mashed against the firm earth beneath the softer detritus, she felt the sting of air leaving her lungs. Having little time to recover or even figure out what just happened as the snare tether tightened around her ankle and hoisted her into the air upside down.

"Uggh..what happened?" Wyona groaned, hanging upside down, dark hair adrift in the breeze and her heavy breasts just barely held within her bodice as gravity and her plump pair both worked in tandem to test the limits of the garment.

The last thing Wyona saw was the smug grin on the goblin's face, dragging a large branch behind him that in Wyona's current state looked more akin to a club. He offered no answers, no relief either, lifting his makeshift club onto his shoulder and with one swift swing, sent her into darkness...

"Uggh..." Wyona's head throbbed as she gradually found the world blurry but returning to her, no longer did the sun shine through the canopy. Instead, the dull glow of torches filtered in through what could only be described as a cage. One shaky hand, the one not clutching at her forehead gripped one of the bars, made of shaved wooden poles, sturdy and thick enough to hold together and keep captives held within. Even as her head throbbed, she tried to tug on the bar and see if it had any give. Much to her chagrin, it seemed like it would not, even more so as she could see a pair of goblins flanking either side of her cage that were both armed with spears. The weight of her situation dawning on her faster and faster, Wyona's eyes widened as she pawed at her belt...or what should have been her belt and found only waist. The leather of her garments, the only thing that greeted her.

She grimaced, and leaned forward, able to somewhat squeeze her head through the bars but retreating quickly, the pressure enough to make her think twice about that. Huffing as she looked past the goblin guards into an impressive camp, considering it was likely temporary. Several large tents circled the fire, two straw huts that had to have been constructed recently sat just a few feet past the tents, like made of mud and debris. Wyona's brow knitted together, in thought rather than from the pain in her head...though it could have easily just been that as well.

This wasn't just a bunch of goblins, it couldn't be, and she was in serious trouble.

"Oh look who's awake." a feminine if rather high pitched voice greeted her, the goblin guard had turned enough to notice that their captive was awake. She was a bit on the scrawny side, dressed in a scantily clad manner, her shoulders and stomach bared as a single bit of magenta cloth stretched across her flat chest. Her waist widened out into broodmare hips hidden somewhat by her baggy trousers. The guard flipped her spear around to the blunt end, prodding Wyona right in her chest with it.

Back on up there little whore, it's not your turn yet. Boss says Scuzzo bonked you a little too hard, and Boss wants you nice and lucid when we have our fun." The goblin guard winked, flashing a toothy grin that Wyona couldn't tell if it was supposed to be reassuring or menacing.

"Let me talk to your boss..." Wyona winced as she spoke, the jab felt a little more hard then she had expected it to, making her withdraw back as the goblin had demanded.

The goblin guard scoffed, tossing her azure hair from her face. "Oh you'll get to talk to her, don't you worry little whore."

Another utterance of insult as a term of endearment earning a scowl from the buxom half-elf.

But Boss only talks to you when she wants, you're gonna have to wait your turn." The blue-haired goblin simply huffed in response, seemingly taking offense to thinking a prisoner could even consider demanding an audience with this so-called 'Boss'.

Wyona stared out towards the canvas tents, her green eyes honing in on the fire in the middle kept held in place by a small wall of smooth rocks stacked one over another. As she might expect several goblins either danced or sat around it, pulling from flanks of meat held in hand...a sickening thought crossed her mind as to where their feast might have come from. A snap from the other side of her cage caught her attention. Wyona gasped, feeling the heat of shame rise in her cheeks in response to the other guard. A slightly taller goblin woman, head shaved off one side as dark hair fell over the other side, hard to tell if it was a very deep green or simply black in hue in the dim lighting of the night. More curvaceous than her counterpart as breasts unreal for the goblin's size swelled against the confines of a midriff exposing top made of several cloths in shades of purple stitched together held the pair of large breasts.

"It ain't that girlie." she giggled, "just cause we 'monsters' don't mean we are so barbaric."

Blue-haired goblin giggled as well, both guards giving each other a knowing look, cackles escaping their green lips as a shrill scream breached the air coming from one of the huts, followed by a cavalcade of cries from a few of the tents. Wyona shuddered as the goblin guards giggled, shaking their heads and turned, returning to their posts.

"Get some sleep, girlie...you're gonna need it."

It was mid-day when Wyona woke again, no longer having to rely on torches to get a view of her surroundings, the encampment looked about as big as it had been in the night, though less crowded. Grimacing a little, her head feeling markedly better after some rest, guess the goblins were right about something. The solid planks of wood fused across the top, shading her from the sun that shone over the clearing upon which the camp had been made, she felt rather cool despite the heat as she leaned back against the far wall of her cage. Groaning as she got up, now realizing the limits of her cage, looking to either side of the bars she realized that at most she could probably squat and barely not end up hitting the top of her head, while being on all fours would give her about the same range and allow her to stretch some.

Acting on this thought, she did so, arching her back out as her hands and knees planted softly against the wooden platform of the cage, her fat round globes of succulent ass flesh raising slightly to the air as she worked out her back. A low moan escaping the half-elf's plump lips, extending one arm ahead of her, and then the other, closing her eyes and releasing the feeling of her spine bowing enough to stretch out the muscles along her back. Extending her left again, only something caused her to pause, a smooth taut sensation of another's flesh brushing against the tips of her fingers. Warm and just a bit rough in texture, reluctantly but slowly sweeping her fingers down and feeling a dome like shape impede the journey of her fingertips.

"Aaah-!?"

Wyona's wide green eyes fell upon the plump, purplish helm of the busty goblin guard's...cock!?

"Getting a good stretch in, Kitty~?" the guard's voice lilted in a playful manner as she wrapped her small hand around a length that seemed too big for the person it was on. "Boss says it's breakfast time, you better open up if you want anything to eat before your meeting with The Boss."

Oh, stop...like you never seen one of these before." she taunted further, referring to the fact that Wyona was scooted all the way back against the far wall of her cage. The goblin's gaze lowered slowly towards Wyona's own nethers, giving an appraising smirk.

Earning a scarlet glare from the curvaceous half-elf, squeezing her thick thighs together. The only retort she could offer was a scowl and something of a dismissive click of her tongue. Avoiding the violet eyes of the busty goblin.

"Come now, you don' want me gettin' in there after ya."

"Aah!" Wyona winced as a familiar blunt point of a spear shaft prodded into her side from the back, that same damned blue-haired goblin grinned at her from between the back-bars. Sending the wood-elf forward and holding at her side, the other hand resting to the floor as she whipped her head around to glare daggers at the flat goblin making her way around to the front of the cage. Giving just enough of an opening, her dark hair still in a ponytail if somewhat messy and frayed after her ordeal, grabbed firmly in the small fist of the surprisingly strong goblin guard.

"Let go!" the busty rogue whined, trying to yank her head free but the goblin's grip was unrelenting however. Even using her other hand to pull Wyona the rest of the way closer to her side of the cage.

The young woman's hands clutching at her hair, failing to find the goblin's little green claws beneath her own silken tresses of black. Wyona's tormentor yanked and clawed with each grip of her hair, until Wyona's face was once more lined up between the bars, that bulbous goblin bell-end pressed to the half-elf's full lips. Precum smeared across her lips in a messy gloss, glistening off the pink flesh as she whimpered though as she tried to keep them shut even so.

"Ah-ah, sweet thing. You open up wide like a good girl~" the blue-haired goblin remarked, little slender green fingers pinching around Wyona's nose forcing a need to get oxygen sooner than later.

The young rogue had hoped for a foul stench earlier, and while the punk goblin's cock was not exactly awful in smell it had clearly been used recently and that any amount of sweat and grime still clinging to it had been there for a good couple days. It was bitter, and ripe, ripe was a good word for it. Enough so that the need for air all the more pertinent, it did not help that the blue haired goblin had also locked in that stench by keeping the poor woman's nose clamped shut. Fumbling for her nose, hands coming up to wrestle away either woman's hands became a quick and punishing mistake. Blue-hair grinned and grabbed one hand, punk goblin the other, pulling twine from their pouches and tying Wyona's slender wrists to the bars leaving her at their mercy.

"Shoulda beena good girlie..." punk goblin remarked, clicking her tongue as she shook her head like admonishing a bad dog. She even bapped her small hand upon the wincing half-elf's nose as causing a sniffle.

"Mmhm don't take it to heart, girlie" she teased, softly running her small hand along the woman's cheek to cup her delicately pointed chin. Bringing the whimpering half-elf's face closer to her cock once more, that bittersweet stench, becoming enticing gradually, filtering up into her nose and stabbing at her olfactory leaving the buxom brunette quivering in place.

"Ya gonna be a good girl and open your mouth or do I gotta put the clamps on you~?" Blue-haired goblin teased as she dangled her fingers near Wyona's face. The half-elf could only whimper in response, plump lips quivering and just parting for a moment before shutting back tight. Wyona's lips thinning into a defiant scowl as her brows furrowed, earning her a swift smack from the punk goblin while blue haired goblin reached her hand around the bars and gripped her hard by the hair. Yanking Wyona's head back by her silken fringe, her pointed little nose soon met by the spongy cap coated in stank being pressed right beneath her nostrils. On reflex her lips gasped apart for air and the punk goblin took the invite without hesitation. Little green claws taking firm handfuls of Wyona's dark hair as she sank her plump cucumber right between the girl's lips.