(Bad End) The clan’s fucktoy

She felt nothing anymore, as if time stood still. She had no idea how long she had been there, kneeling, bent over this rock, her wrists and ankles shacked to the floor. Her bonds gave her very little movement, holding her firmly bent over constantly. The goblins had lead her to what seemed like a public square days ago and chained her up. Her head was facing a wall but her rear was exposed to the square, making it impossible to know when one of the twisted creatures were going to use her in till they were already inside her. She was literally just a set of holes to them.

Her captors did just enough to keep her alive, giving her some bread and water throughout the day. They were much more liberal in forcing her to drink some sort of foul potion that Christina eventually determined must have been an aphrodisiac. It was confusing at first when she suddenly felt fuzzy and hot, as it took her awhile that she was actually turned on. The goblins loved it as it meant they could slide more easily into her pussy…when they decided to use it, that is. Both holes were available for use and both were used constantly.

Christina went through a range of vocal emotions during her ordeal. She started with threats and protests, telling them how she would kill them when she was free. A few hours later they morphed into sobs and pleas, hoping that they would cease violating her. Once the potion kicked in she was basically a mixture of moans and pleas, undecided if she wanted the goblins to stop their **** or go harder. And after a few days she was almost catatonic, incapable of anything but pleasurable moans and grunts as she was used. The goblins never bothered gagging her, as her cries were a constant subject of ridicule from them.

There she laid, covered in dried sweat and cum, barely conscious from all the orgasms she had, with no end in sight. The goblins would have many slaves come and go but for some reason Christina always stayed. She never knew why she was designated as the clan’s public cumdump but that was her reality. Humped over a rock, her holes open for any of her tiny owners to use whenever they pleased. She was much better at this than being a warrior.