By leashed deception.

Two ragged pieces of rope are quickly found. As your **** binds your hands and makes a noose, you explain the stratagem in the simplest of terms for his benefit.

“****,” you begin in a tone that brokers no argument. “You will bring me into your caves, and to your Chief. You will say you found me in the woods, and are presenting me as a gift for him. If you fail to do so, I will abandon you.” So simple a threat works better than any whip, for such abandonment would be seen as a fate worse than **** by the puny creature. “Do you understand?”

Your **** nods fearfully. “Y-yes mistress. **** understands. **** won’t fail. Promise.” As you kneel down to permit him applying the noose, you smile in seeing fear written in his face. At last you are ready, and with no more preambles you are led towards the cave like a dog on a leash.

No doubt the two of you strike an unusual appearance. The diminutive goblin barely reaches your waist, yet he pulls you along easily. You meanwhile shuffle after him, playing the part of the fearful damsel captured by monsters, the same which so enamored your current **** but short hours ago. It seems to work as you are not challenged at first. Keeping your eyes to the ground, you only look up with facetious doe eyed horror when you both enter the firelight of the cave mouth and are surrounded by spears.

“What’s you got ‘ere, Rockbiter?” one of the guards asks your ****. He is burlier than your goblin, with some fur hides over his body and far more rugged face. This was a creature who knew how to brawl, but more importantly you thought with a twinge of concern, this gave him a confidence to assert himself over others, something lacking in your own ****’s stance.

Still, your goblin is not about to be beaten, particularly with a prize like you. He draws himself up, puffing his bony chest out. “Present for chief. Found wandering woods.”

The goblin who spoke before walks up to you. Lust fills his eyes at your curvy form and a lascivious smile curls his ugly green face. You shy away from him, but never far thanks to the rope about your neck. Firelight dances across your flushed flesh giving it the look of gold as you desperately try to hide your breasts with your bound hands, clenching your thighs together in pitiful defiance not entirely feigned.

The goblin laughs at the effect he has on you. “She a pretty one!” he remarks. You yelp and jump as another guard slaps your squeezable ass, the sound echoing in the cave mouth. “Squealer!” one of the guards cry. “Squeals like pig!” The goblins seem to take a particular delight in this comparison. More coarse laughter meets your ears. The goblins seem to close around you like wolves on a lone sheep, though their hunger was for something else entirely. You begin to feel a touch of nervousness at the mass of sharp featured creatures, their voices beginning to swell in a murmur of desire and hands reaching to paw at your flesh.

The burly one reaches for your leash.