A specialist

Beatrix looked out over the town. It scrawled out around the tower. A good hundred yards that separated the tower and the nearest home.

Home was a loose term it was more of a well built shack then anything.

She ignored the main road and took the road heading towards a particular rougher part of town. The one that lives there were the more... feral.

They tend to have primal nature. Most goblins tended to be nasty but these one took it to the ****.

Beatrix made her way into town and frowned slightly. The street was deserted.

Most of the town was packed with many tribes, some of the shacks that comprised the town held anywhere from seven to eight goblins each, some even more.

For this to be this empty was worrisome.

She slowly moved forward a chill going up her spine as she felt eyes upon her. She just needed to reach the specialist and she would be fine.

After a few streets a cry went up behind her, making her head snap around.

A group of goblins had poured out of shacks around the street. They all grinned before starting to run at Beatrix.

She never got a chance to try and talk to the group as they attacked her. Beatrix tried to defend herself but it was of no use.

They ripped the clothes from her body chackling. When she resisted against them they pummeled her with their fists until she stop. It was long before one of them pushed his cock into her laughing.

It went like this all day and all night, cock after cock pressed into her holes soon after the last one was finished. When they were finally done with Beatrix she lay broken in the street.