A goblin

A short man with waxy, green skin and pointed ears is walking through the woods. You rush out in front of him. "Please!" you shout, desperation in your voice. "Fuck me, I need it!"

He smiles. "I would be more than happy to have sex with you, but it cannot be here. Follow me, and I will take you somewhere where we can have all the sex you ever need."

That's an offer you can't refuse if you ever heard one. You agree, and follow him.

After a short distance, he shouts out something in a language you don't understand.

*Hey, guys! Do we have room for one more?*

*Sure, Kirik. How'd you catch her?*

You walk into a clearing to see five other goblin men, next to a cart full of women. You don't care about the women, only that the men have functioning penises.

*She just jumped out in front of me, completely naked, and begged me to fuck her. *

*So, what's wrong with her?*

"Please," you beg. "One of you fuck me."

They ignore your outburst and continue their discussion.

*Nothing, she's fine.*

*Idiot. Naked human girls don't just stumble through a forest begging for sex. Something has to be wrong with her.*

*She seems fine to me, and I want her.*

One of them visibly sighs, the only part of the conversation you've understood so far. *Fine, Kirik, load her up and I'll look at her.*

The one who led you here turns to you. "I will have sex with you in a moment, but for me to do so, you must climb into that wagon, take two pairs of manacles from the box, and shackle yourself to one of the thick posts, with your back to it."

You're not sure how that relates to having sex, but if it makes it happen sooner, you'll happily do it.

Once you are firmly locked in place, he and a second goblin stand looking at you. *See, Krakurr, she's a breeder now. Perfectly fine.*

*Perfectly fine breeders do not walk into their chains at the mere promise of sex.* His fingers light with magic, which sinks down into you, tingling briefly before fading. He has strange ideas about what sex is, or is this his idea of foreplay? Either way, you want his penis in you now.

*Oh, come on, you old cockblocker, let's just throw her in the breeding dungeon and **** her until she cums her brains out.*

The other goblin smacks the one you first met on the back of the head. *She's infested by a cunt-slug, idiot. Throw that in the breeding dungeon and in a month they'll all be breeding slugs, not goblins.*

*Does that mean we don't get to **** her silly?*

The goblin lets out a sharp bark of laughter. *Of course not. It just means we have to get it out of her first.* He thrusts his fingers into your burning pussy. It feels good, but you're still waiting for him to actually use his penis.

He rams the hand further in, pumping in and out as more and more of his arm disappears into your cunt.

You wonder if he misunderstood when you asked for sex. "Your dick, " you clarify. "I need that inside me, not your arm."

You feel a sharp pain as his fingers wrench your cervix open, and then he does... something... in there.

He yanks his arm out, clutching a slimy, brown thing. * Now she is a perfectly fine breeder that we can throw in the dungeon and **** her brains out.* He hurls it off the wagon. *Perhaps we should consider breeding some of those. They certainly make catching breeders easier.*

The pair of them jump off the wagon, leaving you behind, and shortly after, the wagon starts moving. You groan. When are they going to have sex with you?

The question is the only thing on your mind for the next few minutes, before you gradually notice the heat in your nethers fading away. Why did you come here again?

As your thoughts clear, ice grips your heart. These are goblins. The way they like to treat women is legendary as a cautionary tale. Being a woman in goblin territory is a good way to get locked in a cell and gang-**** daily.

You remember walking straight in and chaining yourself to their wagon, all over a vague promise of... sex? You suppose that technically they weren't lying.

The thing they pulled out of you, that must have done it. You felt like your search for a cock was perfectly normal at the time, but now you suspect that that slimy thing was making you think that.

You struggle briefly, but your chains hold firm. You finally settle down, hoping for, but not really expecting, a chance to escape at the end of the journey.

The wagon rolls into a cave and stops. As your eyes adjust to the gloom, you see several several goblins with sharp looking swords surrounding the wagon.

One of them does something underneath, and the post you are chained to comes loose. You could try to run, but between the guards and your chains, you don't think you would get very far.

"All of you whores, follow me," one of them calls sharply.

The guards start to close in, brandishing their swords, so you decide your best option is to do as you're told.

You and your fellow captives find yourselves walking down a dark tunnel, an armed goblin on either side of each of you, and one at the front and back of the group. The goblin who captured you walks on your left.

The tunnel opens up into a brightly lit cavern, and the first thing you notice is the overwhelming scent of stale semen. You screw up your nose, but it still leaves a taste in your mouth as you breathe. Walls have been constructed throughout, creating large cells with bars on the open side.

Ahead, a barred door hangs open, and the goblin in front stands by it and ushers you inside. The goblins on the sides of the group come in with you.

The back wall of the cell has several collars hanging from chains, and as your other guard watches you, his sword at the ready, the one who captured you grabs one and closes it around your neck.

He glances at a part of it, before frowning.

As the other goblins leave, he shouts in goblin, which you still don't understand, to the one who pulled the parasite out of you. *Hey, Krakurr. We never came up with a breeder name for this one.*

The other goblin frowns. *You're right. You caught her, so you can name her.*

*What did you call that thing you pulled out of her?*

The pair of them leave the cell, and their conversation begins to fade into the distance.

*A cunt-slug. Why?*

*I have the perfect name, let's call her...*

Just after you stop hearing their speech, you hear one of them give a loud laugh.