A Rest Stop

As the march wore on, you started to realize how bright it was getting. The Hob-Goblins had "ambushed" in the middle of the night, when the only light was the moon. You knew them to be a nocturnal race, waking during the early evening and sleeping at noon. It came to you in fits and starts, despite the blanket of lust, that your captors were starting to tire. Truthfully, you were feeling the strain too. A few hours march was nothing for you, under normal circumstances. However, by now your cunt was sore, your thighs were filthy with your need, and your mind was overwhelmed. You didn't know how much longer you could survive this treatment.

Thankfully, there was a stop nearby. The Hob-Goblins jerked you suddenly off the trail into the woods. You would have questioned them, were you free to speak. However, their intention soon became clear. Hidden in the woods you found a pair of ram-shackle buildings next to a small, freshwater pond. Straining to think, you remembered that Hob-Goblins left waystations all along the forest path.

You were suddenly jostled by a sensation. One of the Hob-Goblins, the Younger Male who'd argued with the She-Orc's rider, had brazenly reached between your legs...and unstrapped the torturous insertion. You whined at the sudden feel of emptiness the moment it came free. The removal came with a brief rush of sensation against your abused clit...followed by absence.

You'd never felt so...empty before in your life.

In front of you, the She-Orc was having her insertion removed too. The removal made her let out a noise like a whining horse. You stared, unblinking, at the trail of juices that followed her cunny to the device.

Any hope that this reprieve meant a chance for release was soon dashed. You half-groaned into your bit at the sight of your Hob-Goblin "master" returning with a set of straps with a large leather guard on the front. You briefly fantasized about breaking free of your restraints so you could just...fucking....cum. Instead, you stood shivering in place as he strapped the belt above your crotch. Once it was worked into place, he said a magic word, and a rune on the front activated. The moment he did, every external sensation vanished from beneath the guard. You couldn't even feel the small relief of the leather. No stimulation whatsoever.

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