The Goblin Husbandry Project

(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?

If he were a human, Flop would have rolled his eyes. He spread her ass once again and rammed his clawed fingers as deep as they would reach, not to pull the broken off stick out, but to push it further as deep as he could. Leigh had to take shallow, sharp breaths as she felt it pressing into her abdomen, the sharp pain as if she was being impaled and no way however she wiggled her ass against it would bring her any relief. So good~ Fireworks were going off in her brain and they hadn't even started having their way with her body yet, but this cruelty could have gotten her off all by itself!

Flop eventually took out his fingers, leaving Leigh's anus burning and scratched up with a tingle numbing her from within. "Good?" he asked the crowd.

One of the others, Leigh would call him Cheese later due to the way he smelled, answered by pushing Flop out of the way and jumping up on Leigh, wrapping his legs around her waist and hanging off with his growing cock slapping her between the legs. His humping hit home and roughly slammed the length of it inside her muddy asshole.

"Harder!" Leigh moaned, trying to push her hips back into the monster as much as her bindings would allow, back and forth swinging from the branch to have his little dick plunge inside her ass until she was long past caring about how much it hurt. She wanted so much to have his warm, watery cum filling her in, wetting and lubricating her ass for the next one, so that by the end of it all she would be hung like a piece of cummy laundry. It wasn't hard to ignore the poking agony deeper inside as the goblin's thrusts swizzled her guts with the stick. Looking down, she could even see it a little, pressing her taut belly out from the other side and stirring her with every thrust.

One of the others came around to her front and scrambled up her body, clawing apart her filmy dress on the way, until it set its legs on her shoulders and straddled her face, mashing its rancid-smelling cock and unkempt pubic hair against her mouth, hooting with pleasure when she opened wide and let it in without resistance. There was only so much sucking she could do while moaning, getting stirred from deep within her ass with the stick's jagged points, but she did her best to keep suction, lapping up the goblin's collected grime and washing it down with precum, anticipating the creature's hot cream shooting into the back of her throat. But she managed to read its motions, earning herself some hair tugging when she realized he was just about to cum and stopped suddenly.

That's right, she thought, It's not going to be that easy, so what are you going to do about it?

He took a firm grasp of two hunks of hair and thrust his little hips into her face, forcing his hard cock against her tongue, thudding against the back of her throat and giggling wildly while she choked. The evil, little creature had her swinging with the force of its thrusts, unable to keep her balance and made to hang more of her weight off the rope, feeling its rough texture digging agonizingly into her tender flesh. Not that she could care less, her focus lay on gasping for air as she was used above and below as a meat doll, only wishing one of the other hunters would fill her aching pussy already.

One almost did, putting himself between her legs and burying his face in her, warty tongue lapping and prying between her pussy lips, drinking in her scent. She wanted to kick the damn thing, pin it down and show him what his fucking dick was for, but she could only wiggle against her restraints, earning her disobedient self some more scratches.

The little cuts all across her skin pulsated, the sting of them building a fire in her chest along with the fact that she wasn't getting nearly enough air. Foamy spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her chest, wetting what little fabric remained of her dress. The guy up top plunged his dick toward her throat, dragging the salty, oily tip of its cock across her tongue with every stroke, just a little too fast to actively lick it, no matter how much she wanted to.

She felt her insides burst with warm fluid and the goblin in her ass reluctantly dismounted. As much as she could while her mouth was being plowed, she bent and swayed her ass even as the previous lover's slippery cum leaked from her anus and down her leg. She might have laughed, the one licking her pussy lapped that up, too.

But it wasn't too long before she had another taker, another goblin hopping onto her ass and latching itself to her, humping recklessly until its forceful motions slammed the little, green dick into her second-hand asshole.

Leigh wanted so much to take the one in her mouth, grab its ass, and slurp it down like a sweet treat. But, holding her head in place, he shot his hot cream down toward her stomach and came off, trailing the salty, bitter taste of semen across her palate. She could almost feel the atmosphere changing as she licked up a wayward strand of cummy goodness from her lip.

The one licking her cut the rope holding her ankles together with a chipped, stone knife and Leigh was finally able to really show them what she was capable of. At once, she arched her back to give the one inside her ass a better position to thrust from, and the licker added to his assault a couple of clawed fingers to hold her pussy lips open as his warty tongue delved deeper inside her, lapping at her inner walls.

Quivering, Leigh rolled her hips against her two lovers, savoring the feeling of her slippery asshole being plunged into without any real rhythm, flesh slapping against her tight ass while the goblin bounced on her, claws digging into her waist since the monster was still too short to both fuck her proper and stand on the ground. She could still feel the stick dragging itself painfully along the inner walls of her ass, being pushed in deeper with each thrust, tenting her stomach with the tip. It only made her moan harder, fueling her lovers' sadism, claws drawing little beads of blood from her tender pussy lips while she was being eaten like an overripe peach, sloppy and sweet, probing tongue once in a while passing over her swollen clit, filling her head with happy fuzz.

Yet, she squirmed and attracted another pair of them who tore away the last scraps of her dress, exposing her hanging breasts to the night air, jiggling in their bumpy faces. Each one latched onto a nipple and Leigh nearly screamed in shock as sharp teeth sank into them, yanking them back and gnawing.

"There's... no milk..." she choked, but the nibbling didn't stop. In fact, the goblins each took one modest breast in their grubby paws, squeezing, pulling, and scratching.

Fuck, she wanted one in her mouth, wanted one of them fucking her cunt, but there was no way while she was still hanging from the branch overhead, a little too out of reach to be properly dicked down. The humping, the licking, the biting swung her back and forth, rope biting into her skin and burning as she tried to keep her ass open for business. And slowly, through the pain and humiliation, she knew it wouldn't be long before the warmth pooling in her lap would spill over and wash her away in a torrent of orgasm.

Her thighs twitched, she wanted to hold it back until the one in her ass filled her up with another creamy load, but Leigh was driven over the edge by that bumpy tongue caressing her throbbing clit. She thought she might buck off the one currently humping her ass, but he held tight throughout her spasms as the warmth of orgasm flooded her body, further pushing her thinking mind to the wayside, dragging her back and forth over the line of pain and pleasure.

When it had passed her by and she hung limp from the branch, thighs burning with the effort of keeping herself steady through the little man's humping, he finally burst inside her and removed himself from her asshole with a 'pop'. The feeling of warm cum deep in her ass made her try to clench and keep it within, but her sore anus wasn't having it and soon enough a sticky trickle was streaming down her leg.

The spot wasn't vacant for long, as another hunter came up from behind and thrust, not his green cock, but his entire fist deep within Leigh's trembling ass. So sudden, she squealed like a stuck pig and tried in vain to wriggle away, sending off the two that had left crescent marks on her tits and the one who was even then slicking her wet pussy, but the one wrist deep inside her was still fishing around and her struggling only seemed to tighten herself around his wrist.

With nauseating effort, Leigh was able to relax herself enough for the goblin to grasp inside her and draw out the soggy remains of the stick. She panted with sudden relief, done in so well that she simply hung like a decoration while the hunters left her to herself and ate around the fire.

Once in a while, one of them would come to her and rub one out against her silky skin, and she would try to wiggle her ass at them, but no takers for some reason... Then what good were they?

Later, when they were all fed and happily dozing, Leigh was still hanging, dry semen and sweat on her skin chilling her to the bone. In a huff, she whispered a spell which broke the rope above and whistled for a summoned imp to bring her bag to her from the tower. She was so dissatisfied with her singular orgasm that she even considered using the foot-tall winged demon as an impromptu dildo, but there was work to be done after all... so later.

One healing ampoule later, she was free from the deep ache in her colon, though she'd still have to flush out the mud later. Just for safety's sake, she took a bottle of her special sleep formula and smashed it in the hunters' fire pit, resulting in the dozen or so of them falling from regular sleep to one where a compound fracture wouldn't stir them. And, throwing away the prospect of getting some more sex, Leigh dressed in her emergency shirt and trousers. It was time for work.

Carefully, she laid out the lot of them and took note of their sizes, specific features she was looking to enhance or remove from the breeding population, and what she remembered of general temperament. This flop, like his ancestor before him, was a bit of a sadist and a tool user at that.

Leigh rubbed her sore asshole. The healing potion could restore its tightness, but a phantom pain remained.

These ones were taller than the ones she'd been guiding for generations, a testament to how much food each individual was getting throughout their growth period. Breeding for lower brood size was slowing down the evolutionary process somewhat, but if this clan was ever going to emerge into civilization, they would first have to become civilized to a degree, and that didn't happen when you were pumping out a half dozen spawn with the hope that at least one will survive to reproduce, starving the rest. But now that the food was being split fewer directions, from Leigh's purposeful lowering of the female goblins' fertility, the largest among the hunters here was four and a half whole feet tall and the smallest was just under a foot shorter. It was likely about as tall as they would ever be on average.

Better yet, none of them had that ironically bulging starvation belly, though none were bulking up either. Now that they apparently knew how to tie knots, somehow having obtained rope, they might even figure out how to make animal traps and thus improve the clan's access to food to the point that they weren't constantly in need of more. Who knew, the repulsive creatures might soon discover cave painting!

Still, no shaved or trimmed genital hair, but you couldn't expect a change like that in a mere century or so. They probably wouldn't care to until they were shown to do it, and there were climate protection aspects to think about since the goblins hadn't yet discovered real clothes.

Leigh was thinking idly about the evolutionary benefits of genital hair when she got to the one who had chosen to give her cunnilingus... the woman who had given her cunnilingus. Neat.

"Well, that's new..." Leigh said to herself, "but what to do about it?"

Ultimately, she let it lie, pricked the ugliest among them with her specialty blend of infertility potion, stuffed her clothing away in her bag and sent it away with the imp, then tied her wrists again and lay in the dirt to nap until her sleeping "captors" awoke.

They made her walk to the warren, rather than dragging or carrying, which was more of an upgrade in social behavior than she'd been expecting from how many generations had gone by. Even if it was 'don't damage the goods', it was great progress since it showed they could assign long-term value to concepts like prisoners. That was, of course, since Leigh was far from believing that these creatures who'd made her their plaything just last night were concerned for her wellbeing as another thinking being.

And there was a surprise waiting for her at the one-time entrance to their underground home: actual structures! Not quite what she would call a village yet, since they were mostly hollowed out mounds of clay, but they were above ground and the hole to the tunnel system was in fact reinforced with scrap wood from the forest floor. Leigh was so proud, only three decades since her last visit and this tribe had learned so much from Timmie, rest his soul, like ropes, knots, tools, and the importance of property.

She was brought into one of the larger structures, which actually had a fire pit and a hole in the ceiling for ventilation. So crafty, they'd become~ And they tied her to a stake driven into the ground on the far side, leaving her alone with the female, who grabbed up a sharpened stick to keep her from trying anything funny.

Where that foresight had been last night when she could have escaped without issue, she couldn't know.

The selection was clearly having an effect on the breeding stock. This one set to guard her was like the rest, skinny to the point of worry, covered in pox scars though hygiene standards had reduced the number of disfiguring boils, and less of a stress-filled struggle for survival had left this one with a head of greasy, black hair. Very attractive, for a goblin, but how much stock did a fetishist's opinion hold in the attribution of aesthetics?