A goblin horde

The first thing you see is the orc chieftain. He's laid back on a bed, grunting as a tiny goblin woman bounces on his cock. Immediately it's apparent that the thing should be too big for her. Every time she lifts herself up, she stands almost completely straight, letting you see ten inches of dick and still no sign of the head. Then she drops, and her torso (that can't be much more than a foot and a half long) swallows the entire length. Forget just pounding her guts; that monster must be all the way in her throat. Even so, the goblin continues bouncing up and down enthusiastically, crying out in ecstasy every time she bottoms out.

The orc is doing nothing to help her. He's laying prone, his arms stretched to either side, and three goblin women on each. They're demanding attention from his fingers, mashing lips with each other and trying to ride his thumb like a penis, or just rubbing their drooling genitals along his bulging muscles in a **** attempt to get off. More are on his legs, and one is even trying to fuck herself with his toes.

In the far corner of the room are another two dozen goblin women. Maybe more. It's really hard to count as they're all naked, piled on top of one another, and squirming. Some are mutually pleasuring each other, some more aggressively forcing another to pleasure them without reciprocating. Sixty-nine, face-sitting, scissoring, fingering at every angle you can imagine--it's a massive lesbian orgy.

"What. The. Fuck." Huny stops moving, her jaw dropping to the floor. The smell of sex is so thick in the air you're amazed they can still breathe. Or maybe that's the problem.

The orc chieftain bellows and the goblin on his cock screams in absolute ecstasy. Even as you watch her stomach begins to swell as the orc fills her tiny womb. Finally the pressure inside becomes too much even for the tight seal her tiny snatch has on his shaft, and thick, yellow cum begins to squirt out. You just watch in awe for two minutes, until she finally picks herself up and pulls his softening member out of her.

Seeing you, she carefully climbs down from the bed and hobbles over. "Oh, hi! A gift for the chief?" she asks, looking Huny up and down. "He'll probably give her a try, but I might have sorta trained him to only really get off on my tiny twat."

Huny can't even snap back. She's staring in absolute disbelief at the little goblin woman who looks thirteen months pregnant--quite the feat, since goblin pregnancies are only one month.

"Uh, no. We actually came to...uh, save you."

"Save..." she echoes, not understanding. Then her eyes light up. "Oh! We can leave the room?"

"Yeah. All the orcs are dead."

She gasps. "Dead!? Oh, what a tragedy. Whatever will these poor women do?"

Imp chimes in. "Um, go to their husbands?"

"Hun, we're goblins. We don't do that whole marriage thing. If we want a cock, we find the nearest one and ride it like a horse."

"Well, there are a number of male goblins up there who I'm sure will be happy to help with that," you tell her, glancing at the writhing mass of unbridled need.

"Hm. I guess it's better than fingers..." she sighs.

"You don't want to fuck your own kind?" Huny asks, thoroughly weirded out by the entire situation.

"It's not that, love. Of course goblins fuck goblins. But goblins fuck everything else, too. And goblin dick really isn't very big. Especially after tasting orc cock for a week."

"You're all a bunch of bloody nymphos. Oh my gods, I can't believe we came here to 'save' a bunch of horny sluts who actually wanted to be orcish sex slaves." Huny is starting to have a panic attack, it seems.

The little goblin just chuckles. "I don't know. I think they're more our slaves, y'know?"

"I'm done. I'm done with this. I'm getting out of here. Screw this! Screw you! Just stay here with your fuckin' fucktoy of an orc over there!" Huny storms out of the room. Imp chases after her, but wisely doesn't try to say anything.

"Sounds fine to me," the goblin says, and she turns back to waddle over to the bed once more. She reaches out to the orc chieftain's flaccid member and begins licking at it, trying to bring it back to erect. He grunts--but this time you realize it isn't pleasure that's forcing sounds from him. It hurts.

You walk over to his side and meet his eyes. Tears start to form in their corners. He doesn't open his mouth, but his silent, pleading stare makes his wish clear.