Broken in

As your captors neared the approximate centre of the fortress, signified by the wide clearing and large, crackling bonfire the noise quickly dropped, replaced by an eerie, expectant silence. The dragging ceased and you were left on the cool packed earth to flop helplessly like a fish while your captors busied themselves. From your vantage point it was hard to see much, but the glimpses you did get were of little comfort. The camp was all mud and sharp pointed wooden posts, the filthy little inhabitants glaring at you with ominous expressions, a dangerous, hungry glint in their eyes.

Your attentions were quickly brought back to your immediate surrounds as your captors returned, grabbing at you roughly and repositioning you into a kneeling position. A jagged spear tip was pressed to your throat as your bonds were loosened and what remained of your clothes were stripped from you, all except the collar which wouldn't budge no matter how hard the goblins tried. You decided to remain calm and docile, seeing no point in trying to fight against such impossible numbers, at least until you saw a trio of grinning goblins approach proudly carrying a strange contraption aloft. Despite not quite being able to tell what it was, the sight caused you to instinctively struggle against your bonds and plead for release. The spear pressed harder into your flesh, silencing you as a dark murmur rippled through the crowd watching on.

The thing was mostly leather and somewhat resembled a saddle, a small, goblin-sized seat forming the bulk of the device. Hanging from the seat was a nest of leather straps of varying length and width and several of the straps had iron buckles that allowed them to be loosened, or tightened. The spear at your throat kept you silent and still as what seemed like an army of goblins began to attach the device to you, countless straps lashing the seat not to your back as you expected, but pulling it tight against the back of your upper thighs.

Once the goblins were satisfied that the device was attached tightly enough the spear was removed but before you could appreciate the relief you were pushed roughly to your hands and knees. Then the crowd before you parted to reveal a pair of goblins, one male and one female, both naked except for what appeared to be ceremonial bands of feathers and beads at their wrists and ankles, and a towering feathered headdress atop the male's head. The garb you barely noticed however, your eyes instead drawn toward the naked bodies of the diminutive creatures. Despite their small stature, the pair were both very well endowed, the female's breasts large and full, yet youthfully perky with barely any sag. The male's phallus looked huge on his tiny frame, the flaccid tool swinging freely as he slowly approached. As he came closer it was clear that his size dwarfed your own, at least twice as large you realised with shock. Shame and fear coursed through you as the pair made their purposeful approach, a chill rising from the pit of your stomach as the reality of what was about to happen dawned on you.

Smoke filled the air as the pair came to a stop before you, the pungent ceremonial incense causing your head to spin. With it dangling just a few feet away from you, it was impossible not to stare at the massive goblin cock as another goblin reached out and grabbed it in both hands, smearing a slick, gooey substance along its length - lubricating it, you quickly realised. To your horror the mammoth organ began to stiffen and grow, revealing the true extent of its masculine glory. When you finally did manage to tear your gaze from it, looking up to meet the dominant stare of its owner you wished you hadn't - the predatory grin left no doubt as to where that bitch breaking cock was about to end up.

Your protest was nearly instantly stifled as a bit was placed between your teeth, an unseen goblin pulling the reins tight as the male goblin made his way behind you and out of sight. Fear gripped you as many small hands pressed your back lower to the ground, spreading your knees and your ass in the process. Despite knowing what was coming, the sensation of the thick tip of the goblin's cock pressing up against your asshole made you flinch, the steady, unrelenting pressure coming as more of a shock as it built and built against your futile resistance. Ultimately your recently broken sphincter had no hope against the mighty goblin phallus as it inevitably broke past your battered ring and slid deep into your ass. The bit in your mouth helped to muffle your cries as the goblin stretched you out, hilting himself inside you before slowly retracting his rod, only to do it again and again. Your eyes bulged as the male goblin reshaped your colon to his will until finally he thrust in deep and held himself there, the impossible fullness of your ass causing your toes to curl and your legs to shudder beneath you.

There was movement behind you as straps were rearranged and tightened, the goblin's weight shifting as all the while his rock hard cock plumbed your depths. The seat, you realised... he was taking his position, mounting you. A slap upon your rear signalled the mounting complete and caused you to stiffen and straighten, lifting the mounted goblin into the air to a rousing cheer from the onlookers. Your whole body seemed to clench around him as he yanked on your reins and you found your body reacting, taking several awkward paces forward on hands and knees much to the delight of the crowd. You lowered your head in shame and to avoid having to look at your tormentors, only to find your own rock hard cock pointing back at you. No! You couldn't possibly be enjoying this could you? Your thoughts were interrupted by the straps still hanging loosely down beneath you, dangling ominously as you moved awkwardly along. Whatever could they be for, you wondered.

Your question was soon answered as your rider brought you to a stop and you looked up to find the naked female goblin grinning at you. A sharp tug at your reins combined with a brutal thrust into your depths **** you upright into a kneeling position and the female stepped forward, embracing you. She was filthy, caked in dried mud and gods knew what else and her scent was foul - the sharp tang sweat and piss filling your nostrils. And yet, there was something else there too, something almost sweet, alluring. As she spread herself around you, spearing herself upon your rock hard erection the sweetness intensified and you realised the source, her arousal. The scent grew stronger as she lowered herself onto you, the sensation so divine that you almost came instantly. Your whole body relaxed as the soft, wet goblin pussy enveloped your cock, allowing the goblin dick to press even deeper inside you. The sensual **** was overwhelming and your head swam in a confusing mix of pleasure, pain, shame and humiliation.

Once you were hilted inside her the goblin female wrapped her legs around your waist before several onlookers rushed in to secure her to you with the remaining leather straps. With two goblins strapped to you, front and back, you were **** back onto your hands and knees with a slap, the female beneath you hovering mere inches above the ground as her long, greasy hair trailed along in the mud. More slaps got you moving, the muscular goblins surprisingly light, their weight barely hindering you as you awkwardly crawled about before the crowd. Laughter, cheers and jeers filled the air at your capitulation, the pathetic human now in his place as the tribe's plaything. Not only that, but the way the female writhed and squeezed herself around your shaft as you moved suggested there was more to this than just your humiliation and degradation. She was using you, you realised... not just for pleasure, but for breeding. She wanted your seed, that was obvious now, and as she nuzzled to your chest, nipping and nibbling at you hungrily, you realised that you wanted to give it to her.

It was just as well as the way your cock pulsed inside her, her tight pussy clenching you like a velvet glove had you constantly teetering on the edge, threatening to burst forth at any moment. That moment came when you felt the thick cock inside you pulse once, twice, then a third time, stimulating your now well primed prostate. When you felt your rider cum, erupting his hot goblin jizz deep into your bowels you came with him, a long, powerful, almost painful orgasm ripping through you. Your ass contracted painfully around the invading goblin phallus as you drained your balls into the female goblin, the anguished howl escaping your lips muffled by the bit in your mouth. You felt the female goblin clench tight around you as she joined you in climax, her tight passage squeezing every last drop out of you.

The crowd of onlookers clapped and cheered, the ceremony apparently, mercifully over. The female was released from you and carried away, held horizontally, presumably so that your load remained deep in her fertile womb for as long as possible. You watched in a daze until a slap on your rear spurred you into motion. Your rider urged you forward, his softening member still deep inside you along with his warm, slick semen which had begun to ooze from your broken behind. He guided you to a set of crude wooden cages, several of which were occupied you realised as you passed, the inhabitants seemingly a variety of races and genders. You had no time to ponder this as you were led into an empty cage before the rider dismounted you, his length slipping from you with a vile, wet sound before he bid you farewell with a slap.

Several goblins quickly rushed in to remove your saddle before binding your wrists and ankles once more and tethering you to one of the bars. Exhausted you fell into a heap yet struggled to fall asleep, your shattered pride causing you more discomfort than your aching, broken body.

As you trembled and sobbed, a broken mess, Lae-zel watched on curiously from afar, well hidden in the dense undergrowth that surrounded the goblin camp. She witnessed your defilement with interest, surprised by her own lack of anger at such mistreatment of one of her belongings. This was her plan after all, but there was something more, a growing... disgust. To think she had once considered such a pathetic human as a true mate! An equal! His cowardly surrender and capitulation to the weak, stupid goblins was further proof that his place was far lower than that. And once she rescued him from the insignificant little monsters - if she deigned to at all - he would no doubt be the most loyal, agreeable pet that ever lived. Lae-zel chuckled at the thought as she retreated back into the forest. A few more days at least, the lowly male deserved no less... then, perhaps she would return to reclaim her property.