At home with the Molson's

The Molson family farm stead was half a day's walk from town, carved out of the forest along the swamps edge. Thomas had found and cleared the land as a youth, moving from his father's wayside Inn along the trade road. With his wife had raised three sons and four daughters, the elder Molson smiled at his family as he finished his dinner. Packing his pipe slowly while talking with his wife, before standing up to go smoke his after dinner pipe on the front porch like he always did.

Standing up his slowly strolled over to the front door, stepping outside onto the porch he moved over to the lamp at the edge. Bending over slightly to lit his pipe on the flickering flame, before taking a long puff as he stood back up. He noticed a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye, head just starting to turn when the hard wooden club smashed into it with a solid sounding 'Thunk' The burly middle aged farmer just had time to hear the sound and feel a impact before darkness slid over him. The body of the family patriarch dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes, the loud noise drawing the attention of those still inside.

A moment later the door burst open, as three younger human males came rushing out. Quickly they gathered around through crumpled sire, looking down in shock and confusion. "Da... Da... are you alright?" The oldest of the three questioned, kneeling down by his father's side in the pale flickering light of that single lamp. He gripped his father's shoulder shaking it vigorously, it was about that time that they heard the shrill scream. Leaping to his feet, to see his sister pointing off into the darkness he strained to eyes to see. And then he saw them eight or ten small green figures, charging out of the darkness towards them. He clutched the axe he had been carrying, but it was far too late unlike his father he never saw the club. Mind registering the flash of pain on the back of his head for only a brief second before joining his father in unconsciousness. The other brothers had a minute long to feel the fear, before they too were clubbed down my the Hobgoblin's cudgel. Things were much worse for the girls, as the swarm of small green bodies poured into the house.

They fought back as bravely as they could, grabbing up anything that might be used as a weapon. The older females rushing forwards to protect the younger, even as the smirking Hobgoblin stepped into the room the human female struggling on only to be overwhelmed one by one. Thrown to the floor, clothing ripped and shredded by small but incredibly strong hands. The laughing Goblin's penning them down, as their clothes were torn off.

Sarah looked up into the ugly grinning face of the laughing Hobgoblin, as he covered her naked body with his own foul form. The farmer's wife scream out a stream of curses, as that huge green male organ was driven deep into her. Soon it was all she could do to grunt and moan... as that huge organ pounded in and out of her savage. Glancing over she looked into the eyes of her eldest daughter, who was plainly being racked by orgasm after orgasm... While the others watched in horror from the corner of the room, held captive by three small goblin's who surrounded them laughing and jabbering