(Discretion advised: Contains questionable/retroactive consent, deliberately disgusting and disturbing imagery, lesbian sex)
"Ahh, fuck~ that's the ticket~" Leigh moaned as the ropes around her wrists were pulled tight, forcing her to her feet, also bound, by the roiling throng of goblin hunters who'd captured her.
She was filled with a sense of pride as it had only taken several decades of accelerated time and frequent cullings to bring up this clan to the invention of the knot. And leaving Timmie to spread his own training, along with his seed, had really improved the hygiene standards among the group; these hunters were actually wearing hide loincloths instead of simply leaving it all hung out, and while they were still dirty, it looked like the practice of washing hands was taking root. So this group looked far less diseased than the typical goblin, even those from more civilized areas.
Leigh made a point of wiggling seductively as she was strung up to the tree, having come out in a simple dress since she knew damn well it would be shredded by the time she was done having her fun with this generation. She hadn't even bothered to wear underwear; one fewer thing between her and the prize of small, green cock was worth a little breeze. Now, what would it be this time? Were they going to drag her back underground like they tended to and pile on, filling her holes until she was an exhausted pile of cum-caked meat? This time, they'd finally learned how to restrain her, so maybe they were planning on something different, like maybe a little bondage play? She could just imagine being tied to a wall underground and left as a treat for the males, and take a few days or a week before busting herself out again and returning to her tower to accelerate time once again, leaving them behind in the past.
Without the aphrodisiac, she'd still found this exhilarating, so much better than her infrequent experiences with other humans. With the ropes digging into her wrists and her ankles, no care taken for her since her captors didn't think about making her comfortable, Leigh found herself putting extra weight on the rope, bringing on a little extra burning pain to warm herself up while waiting for them to make a decision.
One of the next steps had to be teaching them to speak. They did have the physiology to be capable of speech, and how much hotter would it be to be on the receiving end of verbal abuse while they pounded her holes? Just thinking about it made her twist her knees together; she'd be wet and ready for her first lover of the night just as soon as they chose who among them that was.
She gave one of them the moniker "Flop" even though the first goblin to hold that name was long dead by now, but what else to call one whose pointy ears were drooping down toward his chin? Hopefully, he'd be as tasty as his namesake. He was the one making the campfire, and how proud Leigh was that they'd learned fire a decade or so ago.
They chittered to one another in their little campsite, and Leigh did catch the gist of their conversation, simple as their concepts were. In fact, two of them were arguing that Leigh herself looked tasty, in that they would want her cooking on top of the fire (an argument she couldn't see herself agreeing with). Most of the others, however, were more appreciative of the slender, female form and could smell that she was in heat. Flop himself argued for compromise: fuck her, kill her, cook her.
Heh, and to think he was the one she wanted so much to stick her tongue inside.
"Take legs? Eat, mate, keep for later?" one said.
Now there was a thought; the concept of food preservation wasn't lost on them. Leigh wouldn't let them, since the escape spell was hidden under her tongue, but it was an intriguing fantasy, if one could find a way to reverse the injury, to be made into a kind of stumpy fuck doll. That might be an avenue of study to be pursued in the future. The same way being dragged into a goblin warren was exciting for a day or a week, being temporarily hobbled might also be really fun.
Taking a chance, she chittered what she thought to mean, "Please! I'll do anything you want, but don't hurt me~"
One of them smacked her ass with a stick and she wiggled all the more for it, biting her lip to stop herself moaning out in pleasure.
Then Flop came up and walloped the other over the head, snatching away the stick and then sinking his claws into the hem of Leigh's dress, ripping the skirt down from the hip and showing off her nice ass to the group. "Want?" he said, laughing cruelly.
Leigh nodded with vigor, short, curly hair bouncing at the edge of vision. "Want!"
"Then, give!" Flop took one ass cheek in hand, spread them apart, and jammed the end of the stick up her ass. He giggled as she squirmed in pain, keeping the rough wood inside no matter how she writhed and stirring her intestines, sinking it deeper. When she'd stopped howling in agony and hung her head, he went ahead and thrust it like he was fucking her asshole with the dirty thing, but his squeaky toy wasn't squeaking anymore, so he broke off the end and just left it inside her ass.
Whispering a healing spell under her breath, Leigh felt wetness dripping down the inside of her thigh. Gods, but that had no right to feel so good! She still felt it swimming inside her, past her anus and knocking against the walls of her guts with the grit of the mud it had been lying in until it was picked up to strike her.
They went back to arguing since she was playing dead, and three or four were pissed that Flop had just ruined her asshole because they really wanted to fill her up with their knobbly, green cocks. All right, some of that was Leigh's personal translation, but the meaning was there. They wanted to fuck her ass and how were they supposed to do that when there was something already in the way?
