FITv17: Breakout

Several of the goblins are licking and groping your legs and breasts, but nobody is paying attention to your hands and arms. You pull the pegs out while one who seems to be the leader positions himself between your legs and prepares to penetrate you. You look around the black room and see that nobody seems to be sufficiently armed.

Just as the leader is about to punch through the last resistance of your wet hole, You lurch upward and stab the goblins who are holding your legs. Awful, grainy screams break the lustful mood of the dirty den as you start stabbing around indiscriminately, causing all of the goblins to fall back and cower from your frantic lashing. Even the leader leaps to the side, clearing a path for you to reach the door.

You curl your feet in and spring to the door, punching it open as your feet just barely slip the grasp of several greasy goblin hands trying to stop you from rolling out. With no time to stop and get your bearings, you run straight out into the woods, followed by the frustrated sound of little angry feet stomping after you.

You remove the gag and start breathing deeply as you prepare for an endurance race through the dark, when suddenly a blinding golden light in front of you pains your eyes, causing you to fall over as you stop and cover your face.

"Jan! Get up!" Oron's voice breaks the silence of the woods as his strong, olive-toned hand pulls you to your feet. Your eyes adjust to the brightness to see that the amber glow is a wreath of flames around Oron's bronze sword.

"Just one elf! Kill him and take the girl!" The leader of the goblins raises his mechanical weapon and shoots at Oron, who slashes the globular projectile into wet pieces. Most of the goblins hesitate as they close in around you. You lash toward them with your wooden stakes and Oron swings a torrent of burning metal in their direction until they all decide to run back into the black forest. The leader lingers on the edge of Oron's light. "I like you, girl. I'll have you one way or another." He licks his lips and points his weapon from his crotch, launching a thick rope of sticky white stuff with a suggestive thrust, then backs away and disappears into the shadows.

Oron keeps his sword upright and imbued with flames as he gives you his warm green cloak. You walk back to your cabin without further incident, though you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched up until you reach the calm green saddle where you live. Once inside, you return Oron's cloak, leaving you completely naked. Before it occurs to you to get dressed, you hug him, and he rubs your naked back as you thank him. You pull back and kiss him before you even realize what you're doing.

Oron is flustered as he pats your head awkwardly and steps outside. He walks silently back toward the forest, leaving you presumably safe in your cabin.