Drop weapons

You drop both your daggers at the foot of the talkative goblin while your best friend gently lowers his bow to the ground. You watch as the little green man's face splits into a wide, toothy grin. He sticks his club into the mud before picking up your daggers and examining them. The other two goblins keep their clubs at the ready, slowly flanking the two of you as the head goblin starts talking again. "Everything in goblin territory is goblin property!"

You gulp as you realize that that now includes you, your friend, and all of your belongings. Wren looks at you exasperated as the two flanking goblins grab you and start stripping you of your gear and clothing. "Ah! Wait!" You shout but the goblin you tried to negotiate with reaches up and slaps you in the face inflicting the stunned condition for a few seconds and causing you to fall to your knees, stars in your eyes.

You're merely a passive observer in your own body as the goblin removes his loincloth, revealing a thick, veiny green cock dangling down to his knees. He quickly bunches up the front of the sweaty cloth into your mouth and ties it around your head firmly. "Property no talk!." He says glaring directly into your eyes. You nod submissively, hoping to ingratiate yourself with your new captor and oddly aroused by the sight of his girthy bitch-breaker. Not to mention the smell of his sweat and pre currently inundating your senses from the loincloth around your face and mouth.

Pretty soon, you and your best friend are naked and on all fours on the muddy ground slowly trudging away from the dwindling lights of the town behind you and towards the wall of trees that runs along the field. The goblins have quickly trussed you up like rudimentary pack mules, strips of leather fastening all of your gear and loot as well as the goblins' heavy whomping sticks to your backs. One goblin is tasked with holding both of your leads and guiding you towards the forest while the others walk behind you, appreciating their catch with groping green hands on your exposed behinds.

The hardly literate leader who still managed to talk you into complete surrender keeps coating his fingers in something slick and prodding them into your tight hole. He quickly finds your bitch button which causes you to moan loudly through your makeshift bit. You look around, simultaneously thankful that this prairie is typically deserted so no one can see your shameful appearance but also silently hoping for a player to come rescue you before this goblin fucks you silly with that beautiful warty cock.

Suddenly, your eyes alight on a tall figure. With a name over their head. A player character! Under the light of the torch she's holding, you see a statuesque half-demon with curling horns on her head and chiseled muscles covering her bare arms. She's walking casually towards your little procession right now. Uh oh, you're bound and gagged. How are you going to explain your current situation and ask for help like this?

"Go away, Demon!" The goblin shouts, brandishing a torch of its own. "This our prey. Goblin property!" He punctuates this point with a slap on your ass. You were looking up at the player, seeing in her face a mixture of arousal and concern but as the goblin slaps your ass again you moan whorishly and look down ashamed as her face lights up in excitement and disbelief. "They unharmed, see. Surrender because want to become goblin buttslutt."

"No problem, my large goblin friend. I have real monsters to hunt tonight" She says smoothly. "I'm just going to follow you for a little and record this unique encounter."

The goblins nod and allow her to join your little party as you are led to a goblin hovel on the edge of the woods, all the while the short green humanoids prod and tease the two of you until your cock swings erect below you and your tight rectum feels empty without a couple slick goblin fingers steering you from behind.

The embarrassment of having another person here watch as you willingly submit yourself to one of the lowest level mobs in the game is overwhelming your thoughts. You can only hope she hides your player name before she posts this recording on the boards for everyone to see and comment on your humiliation. Your imagination pushes you closer to the edge, your rock-hard cock dripping a clear line of precum onto the grass below you as you wonder how you could ever live this down.

-Ding-

Perk gained: Exhibitionist lvl 1

That's unexpected, you didn't think the game had any of that kind of system in it.

'This is getting bad.' You think to yourself as you slowly crawl towards a dirt hole at the base of a large tree; the entrance to the goblin's hovel. 'I should probably find a way to escape. No matter how hot this is, there's no telling what the goblins will do to me if I just willingly crawl into their hovel.'