Editor's note: this work contains scenes of fictional rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.
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{Contains hypnosis, non-consent, mild gore, gangbang, lesbian sex, lactation}
Palla knew she was in a house; she'd been in those before. They were a lot like the smooth halls she'd been born in, that she'd lived all of her life in up to this point. They hadn't given her much reason to question it, or to think she lived with any kind of hardship. Food used to come three times a day, if not from the Dwarfs then from her mother's nipples, but then one day she'd been taken and thrown in with the other adults.
Then, they took her into another room, and they...
That was mating, she knew now. It hurt. It hurt every time but when she complained to the others they had looked at her like she was an idiot. And maybe she was that, to turn down a meal a day and bite her customers, taking punishments over and over, wishing they would just dispose of her already. Still, she couldn't bring herself to keep going and ensure it.
This was just another room. It looked like the ones she'd been made to greet her customers in, a bed and stuff. But outside the window was actually the outside, not just more stone with a light to make it seem like outside. So of course she smashed the window and ran.
It took a minute for them to run after her and carry her back to another room with an un-smashed window.
And after a while the man, Stewart, came to find that Palla had ripped apart the bedding with her sharp teeth and scattered feathers all over the floor.
"Now, this was the sort of behavior I expected of a goblin," the man said with a sigh of relief. "That other one was a bit creepy, but this, this I can work with. Well, bitch, can you understand speech?"
Palla only growled and crouched in the corner, scratching herself into a position to lunge out for his throat the moment she got the chance.
"Very good, and here I thought I might have no opportunity to practice my craft. Well, on the off chance that you can understand me, I may as well talk to myself. Bitch, we intend to mold you into the sort of creature that the master may enjoy debasing himself with in his bed, or with his visitors, or anyone, anything, else. This will go so much more smoothly if you learn your place quickly and cease these pathetic thoughts of escape. So, shake." He knelt and put out his hand.
Hours later, once night had fallen on the world and Stewart had his way with Palla, he threw her bodily into yet another room. She almost smiled through the aches his crop put into her body, because she'd nearly bitten some of his fingers off in the chaos.
Here, there were a lot of women... and that one other goblin, the weird newcomer ran up to Palla and hugged her tight. Palla allowed it, this one was nice, she'd already decided. And Palla kissed her.
The other goblin pulled back with shock in her eyes. "Palla, they didn't hurt you, did they?"
"Little bit," Palla said, rubbing some of her sore spots. "Guy swung shiny, made watch. Dunno, feels better."
One of the many other women in the room, one with little horns and enormous breasts that just begged to be suckled, came up to Palla on her knees and said, "That'll be the hypnosis. Hello, little friend, Lappy here says you're having a bad time, but just trust in me that it will only get better. I'm Betsy, oh, and we'll introduce you to the other wives in the morning when more of them are awake."
"What's wive?"
"Well, usually it means you're promising to only belong to your husband for the rest of your life. As it is... I imagine things won't change much in your day-to-day. The food will be better."
"Where!?" Palla shrieked, growling out at the group as half a dozen sleepy arms tossed pillows her way. But a man came to her with a platter of stuff. She would never know what it was, it went down her throat, filled her belly, and tasted fine as it went.
That man retreated as she savaged the tray, licking crumbs off it until she could see her face in the mirror surface.
Lappy was talking to Betsy. "Hypnosis? That's the thing where they make you do stuff you don't want to, right?"
"Essentially," Betsy said. "The master likes all sorts of girls, and not all sorts of girls are docile when they get here. Most likely, they just made her less likely to bite and turned her mind toward, ahem, romance."
"So... she's horny?" Lappy wiped her lips and for some reason Palla catching it in the corner of her vision felt annoyed.
"In as many words."
Palla forcefully stood up, strode up to the woman with the fat tits, and ripped her top up, revealing huge, puffy nipples. Before Betsy could respond, Palla latched to her tit and began sucking.
So soft, cushy, beneath her lips as she ran her tongue around the long, firm nub. Already she could taste milk! Delicious, velvety milk flowed down Palla's throat and she put her hands up to mold and massage the tit that was her world in this moment. She heard soft moans upon her long, floppy ears from above, but this wasn't the reason she did it. Still... she was feeling a tingle running down from the top of her head and trickling down between her legs where it pooled into a pleasant warmth.
"You're okay with that?" Lappy asked.
