Despair

TRIGGER WARNING: While the fact that it happens is plot relevant, the details are not. Feel free to skip to the page break if you don’t want to read the details. She is a girl captured by goblins, it’s not good.

I wake up being dragged by my feet out of the bathroom. I’m too hungry and defeated to do anything about it. Looking down at my feet I see the camo-print and fur I associate with the leader. He easily pulls me out of the bathroom and onto the shredded bed. Fortunately it wasn’t a spring mattress, so the mattress is still soft even if it has been reduced to a pile of foam and fabric pieces instead of a solid single unit. He doesn’t bother trying to be gentle getting me up the frame, he just climbs up and yanks my legs until my body comes up too. My head smack on the frame painfully as he does so, making me regret my weakness. I don’t make a sound beyond an extra breath though. I just don’t have the energy anymore.

He drops my legs and turns around. Being dragged pulled up my hoodie to my neck and shoulders, exposing my naked body underneath. He looks down at me and grins sadistically before dropping down between my legs.

He grabs me by the waist and begins rhythmically rubbing his crotch against me. I’m still too weak to do anything about it but feel stupid for forgetting I’m a girl now. Well, not forgetting. Every time I’ve had to squat in the woods I was reminded. But the full consequences had been absent from my mind. It’s hard to feel like any kind of sexual object when covered in mud and smelling of dumpster grease. I’m surprised even these monsters are able to find anything appealing about me now.

The blue goblin leader keeps humping me ineffectively, seeming to grow irritated with the lack of stimulation. For a moment I feel relieved as I realize his desire to fuck means he’s unlikely to kill me. Then I begin to cry helplessly as it occurs to me I might not want to live for long under this treatment. As my body shakes with both his attempts to penetrate me and my own dry sobs, he smacks my face to stop my sniffling and whining. Finally he realizes he can’t find any way to penetrate me because of his own camo-shirt hanging down in front of his crotch and blocking him. I guess clothes are still a new concept for him.

I whimper more as he lines up his five inch blue tinted cock with my pussy. I manage to keep quiet enough for him to ignore it though as he slides forward into me. His cock looks large in his body, and it feels even bigger as it painfully pushes into me. Now that he finally has purchase, he doesn’t hold back. He pistons into me with animalistic abandon as I cry and whimper as quietly as I can beneath him. My body doesn’t have any moisture left after my frequent tears, and my violation starts out painful and doesn’t get better. He isn’t trying to be a gentle lover, there is no thought to my feelings at all, he just slams himself into me until he is satisfied. The he quickly comes to a climax and I feel a disgusting warmth spread inside me.

Without any concern, he pulls out and begins to walk away. Despite the brief nature of the whole event, I can feel my pussy has been chafed by his cock. The skin feels rubbed raw and any motion stings. He went in raw and didn’t care to even try and lubricate anything. But… at least it’s over. I try to get my sobbing under control, as I don’t want him to turn around and hit me again.

He doesn’t, but maybe that would have been better. He opens the door to leave, and about a dozen more goblins pile in past him. I think they might be the same ones that captured me. But as they all clamber onto the bed and surround me, I guess it really doesn’t matter who they are…

They take turns fucking me. My raw pussy still hurts and I fear for my life as they keep abusing my body. I fill with shame, but I open my mouth and beg them to use it instead. “Pleathe… I’ll lick and thuck… Pleathe.” I don’t think they understand me at all, but one finally gets impatient enough waiting for a chance that he sees the opportunity in my open mouth. His rancid cock disgusts me, but I don’t know if my body can survive all of them going at my pussy, so I do my best to moisten my dry mouth and suck as best I can while another painfully scours my pussy with his rough cock. I lose track of the time as my body is abused for their enjoyment.

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Eventually they all tire themselves out on my body. One drops a dead bird on me before leaving. I guess they think I only eat birds since I refused to eat the mystery meat. Alone and broken, I weakly bring the little body to my mouth. My jaw feels weak, and I have difficulty biting into even this small creature. I fear for a moment that surviving this far was all in vain, that I might die too weak to eat the only food in front of me.

No, I can’t die like this. I bite with everything I have left and feel its cold blood fill my mouth, along with feathers. Closing my eyes, I **** myself to chew and swallow the whole thing down, from head to tail. I rest then for a bit.

I’m so hungry I can practically feel the energy from the bird, slight though it is, fill into me. After what seems to be several hours of lying down and staring at the roof, mockingly the only part of the room that seems fine while the rest at least has the good grace to look as destroyed and fucked up as I feel right now, I roll over and sit up at the edge of the bed frame. I… still feel weak. But I can move again. And I need to find water and more food if I don’t want to end up a pitiful sack on the floor for them to fuck at their leisure again.

I wince at the painful chafing of my thighs, but manage to slip down to my feet. Several pieces of the destroyed mattress cling to me due to the stickiness of fluids, but I don’t bother pushing them off me. I just keep going. My mouth is parched, and that is the first priority. I look inside the rooms mini fridge with its door broken off. Nothing. I stumble to the bathroom and double check the sink for water. No. In desperation, I lift the toilet lid. Bone dry.

I take a breath to steady myself. I can’t afford to waste any more tears. I go to the door and tentatively open it. Peering outside, I see a messy but empty hallway. I walk awkwardly out, trying to minimize the pain I feel when I walk. It makes my breathing ragged, but I eventually make it to some stairs by the elevator. I don’t bother trying the elevator. The lack of any working lights, the silence of the building, it makes it clear there is no power. The buildings silence gives it an eery feeling, as though I’m inside and outside at the same time. I struggle with the heavy door, but eventually manage to push it open. Inside the stairwell I sit on the top stair and then slowly make my way down, minimizing my movements.

It takes a long time, and I am interrupted half way down as a blue goblin pushes their way into the stairwell from the bottom. It rushes up the stairs, sees me, and keeps running past giggling stupidly… my heart races at the seeming close call, but I begin to suspect they aren’t particularly good at keeping captives. I finish my journey and, after resting a moment, stand up off the bottom stair to continue my painful journey in search of water. The bottom door proves more difficult as it opens inward towards me. After struggling to pull it open for a while, another goblin pushes it open. I fall down on my butt, which hurts a lot. Thankfully this goblin just looks at me curiously, and turns around and leaves. He just opened the door to see what was making a noise trying to open it on my side. I manage to slip my foot in the open door before it closes and get myself back up to my feet.

I step back out into the main lobby, where most of the blue goblins seem to prefer to be. To my left is the main entrance, to my right is the main desk. Across from me is a large wall with now destroyed couches and what was likely a coffee bar against a wall with a magnificent large window that shows off the mountain view with a lake in the distance. And in the middle of the room is a makeshift bonfire, currently unlit. Luckily the floor seems to be mortared stone and the roof is very high here. Still, I suspect it’s only a matter of time before they burn the building down.

On the desk sits a weird throne made of furs, sticks, bones, and a nearly intact white pillow incongruously making it look quite comfy despite the couple of small rodent and bird skulls in it. I look in the corner between me and the throne and see the decimated gift shop. And of course, there are blue goblins everywhere. Most are hanging out by the destroyed couches, but there doesn’t seem to be any part of the lobby that doesn’t have at least one lying on the floor and snarling at another.

I spot the leader, once more brandishing his crossbow, sneering at another goblin as they babble at each other. I’m not sure what they could be saying. I want to think it’s mostly just meaningless and tone conveys their emotions, but I fear they might actually have a language I just can’t understand.

I start to make my way slowly to the door. As I get closer, I begin to feel elated. Maybe it really is this easy. They got what they wanted, why would they care if I stuck around… and then I hear a very angry yell. I turn around, and see the leader glaring at me. I freeze in place. Several of the other goblins near me look interestedly at me, but make no move to help or hinder me. Looking at the leader, I take one tentative step more towards the entrance. He bellows at me and rests his hand on his crossbow. I step back, and he snorts at me. I see a door in the opposite corner from the gift shop, and take a tentative step towards it instead. The leader snorts at me again, but seems to relax.

I sigh. Okay, so they may not have a good grasp on how imprisoning someone works, but they do have a concept of it and I’m definitely a prisoner. I gingerly walk over to the door and push inside. It’s a small restaurant, completely trashed with tables and chairs broken and piled up in one corner… and behind the pile I can just barely make out the emergency exit. That’s why he didn’t care if I went this way, there’s no way out here unless I can carefully disassemble that barricade. Maybe I could if I felt better, but right now it might as well be made of steel. I find the entrance to the kitchen. It’s hard to see in here as it doesn’t have any windows. Still, I navigate my way over to what I think is the fridge. Naturally it’s destroyed. But next to it is a walk in freezer, and it has a lock on it. God damned paranoid people worrying about thieves. I just need a drink.

I see another walk in freezer next to it without a lock. It has a stupid door handle that requires me to push’s the handle up before I can pull it open. I can’t actually do it at first, but I find an apron that I can tie to the handle and use to pull from below to pop it open. Inside I find food. Apparently the door opens differently enough that the goblins never figured it out like the other doors. They might have tried harder if they knew what they were leaving untouched.

Not wanting to give them an opportunity to take my food from me, I quickly start to grab food and eat. The apple I bite into is delicious and moist, even if I can tell it’s starting to go bad. A lot of the food here probably wasn’t going to be good for much longer since the power went out. I grab cheese, celery sticks, another apple. The only things I don’t touch are the meats. I can tell they didn’t last as long as the other foods. Looking for more moisture I grab a bottle of ketchup. Its brown appearance is off-putting, but I remind myself it’s just my weird eyes playing tricks on me. I drench some cheese in it and munch on that well.

I’m not bothering with making anything fancy, but my starved body sustained by only two dead birds over the past several days finds this to be the most delicious meal I’ve ever had. Unfortunately my reality comes crashing back down around me as the door is pulled wide open. I turn to see a familiar figure with a crossbow.

Despite feeling much better and stronger than I did earlier, my body immediately shuts down in fear, and I begin to shake as I try to contain my sobs. Please not again. Please just let me have some food. He steps towards me, his expression unreadable in the dim light that makes it into the kitchen.