(Bad End) Goblin Games

Christina slowly paced in time with her opponent. It felt good to have armaments again, such as they were. In lue of a shield she had a leather arm guard, and instead of a sword, she had a flogger which she slowly swung while waiting for the match to start.

Her opponent, a winter elf with long blue hair and pale skin, was armed the same. And like Christine she was naked except for the dog collar around her neck. She wasn't as slim as most elves; she had athletic limbs as well as full hips and breasts. The elf's pale-blue eyes shown with a determination that matched Christina's own. They were both **** to win, slowly pacing and barely acknowledging the rows of goblins packed around them and cheering. A crude rope connected them, anchored both by tight loops around their base of each of their breasts and clamps gripping their nipples tight.

It was going to be a hard fight. Even harder than the last one where Christina had wrestled that human with the ravager tattoos. For that match both women had been locked into pillories and told to pin the other using only their legs. The ravager human and been vicious, biting wildly and hooking her legs to try and trip Christina, but ultimately the former knight was able to trap the other woman in a scissor hold.

This game had slightly different rules. The winner of the game would be whoever managed to push, pull or otherwise coerce the other into her own victory zone marked on the cave's floor with smudged chalk.

One of the head goblin's loudly wagged a bell about signifying the start of Christina's current match. The gawking goblins started chanting "Cow Fight! Cow Fight!"

Christina surged into action. Wrapping the tit tether around her left arm she tugged the elf closer. This tactic caught her opponent off guard, and she was pulled forward by her breasts, staggering and screaming in pain. Christina tried to press her advantage by slashing her leather flogger across the elf's boobs and side, but the blonde woman quickly recovered and managed to block a few strikes.

The match started to turn. Christina was **** to target the elf's ass which she couldn't block as easily but wasn't as painful a target as those bound breasts. Moreover with her shield arm occupied by the tether, Christina was **** to whip strikes. With vicious accuracy, the elf swung her whip up and between Christina's legs. The enslaved knight yelped in pain and tried to untangle her arm to better protect herself, but the elf kept the string taut, no doubt causing her tits quite a bit of discomfort in the process.

The two danced painfully in this manner for several minutes. Christina alternated between trying to block with her leg and trying to close the gap so that she could free her arm, but she was always on the back foot. The disgusting goblins watched lecherously, slobbering and jerking themselves off while they cackled with delight at the two women struggling. The overseer of the games even had another **** brought in for him to face fuck. From the way his pig-like face scrunched up while he sloppily thrusted Christina guessed he came watching the show.

It was utterly degrading to be seen like this, to be the entertainment for the scum-sucking perverts. Christina told herself she was doing it to prove that she was still a knight, and to take a break from being the goblins laborer. Spending all her waking hours fetching water or grinding their mushroom paste was soul crushing. At least if she won these humiliating games, she'd be given better food than the cum drenched scraps the other slaves ate.

But as one of the goblin's waved her crotch harness about like a flag Christina was **** to face the truth. It had plugs to keep her stimulated and wide patches of thick leather to keep her from orgasming no matter what she tried. Even as the goblins relieved themselves with her mouth or tits, Christina was kept in constant denial. She had to win these games. She so desperately wanted to prove herself worthy to be fucked by the goblin leaders. She savored the thought of how many times she'd cum while they pumped her full of seed.

With this newfound resolve, the former knight spread her legs and prepared to yank her opponent back. Alas this opened her up for a particularly powerful blow directly to her pussy, with some strands even finding her asshole. Screaming in agony, she fell to her knees, but the fight wasn't over. Christina tugged down hard on the elf's tits forcing her to stumble. Her opponents nipple found it's way into her mouth, and Christina saw an advantage. Instead of biting down on the tender point poking into her mouth, she sucked hard. The nipple had been made all the more sensitive by the clamp and breast bondage, and the attention it got from Christina's mouth made the elf scream with pleasure.

Momentarily caught off guard, the elf failed to resist Christia's grapple. The former knight was able to wrap her arms around her opponent's torso and pick her up as she stood, keeping the nipple in her mouth by tenderly nibbling on it. The elf fought back eventually, swinging her lash down on Christina's back between moans and curses. But her efforts were in vain as Christina was able to deliver her screaming captive and claim victory. A piercing horn blast from the goblin overseer's horn signalled the end of this degrading game. He had to yell over the rude cheers the other goblin's made, "take elf bitch to whipping post. We punish later." The goblin that still held Christina's chastity harness approached but was stopped by the judge. "Not need yet. We just tie so she can't touch."

"No, no, please," the elf begged as a swarm of goblin's grabbed her limbs. "Give me another chance; I can be a good fucksleeve. Let me show you."

Christina felt a twinge of pity for her foe. Better her than me, she reminded herself.

"Tie up other cow real tight," cackled the judge pointing to Christina. "She going to race next."

A goblin grabbed her hair and yanked her to ker knees. More goblins surrounded and climbed onto Christina, groping and slapping her helpless body while they wrapped loops of rough rope around her limbs, frogtying her legs. The cock of the goblin binding her hands found its way into her ass, making her groan with a mixture of pain and pleasure. The crude ropes tightened, making the once proud knight wonder how she could be expected to race with her limbs so securely bound. No doubt, she'd have to enduring the humiliation of squirming for their perverse entertainment as she slowly wriggled her way to the finish-line. Another of the goblins **** his dick into her mouth. No matter what happed it was clear she'd be the foul creatures' plaything.