Follow the tracks

You cannot leave these women to their fate. If you are to truly become a paladin, you must defend the chastity and lives of all women, even when it is not convenient for you. Take a deep breath, you set off into the forest of the Blauwalt, following the tracks left by the goblins and their captives.

You spend an hour tracking them by intermittent moonlight. The more you follow these tracks, the more you understand about their party. They are five goblins and two humans. One of the goblins seems to be quite large, with almost human-sized feet and deeper prints in the spots of mud you come across. They leave some apple cores and rinds of bread in their wake, obviously eating whatever food they filled their pockets with at the wagon.

After traveling perhaps three miles, though it is hard to be certain in the dark woods, you spy a campfire on the hillside across a shallow valley. These goblins truly must not care about being found out if they have lit a big campfire.

"Let's see if they have those women," you murmur to Aegis, patting his neck. "You wait here, boy."

He is so well trained that you do not even need to tie him up as you leave the big charger standing in a patch of grass. You creep through the valley and approach the goblin camp. At the edge of the firelight, you can hear the sobbing of the women and the gleeful chatter of the goblins.

The woman the dying man called Tessa is on her knees in a ragged skirt, her bodice torn open and her large breasts heaving freely in the crimson firelight. She is being tormented by two goblins. Her daughter, bound and gagged, voluptuous, blond and freckled, is kneeling nearby and sobbing. Her bodice is not torn open like her mother's. Perhaps you have arrived in time to save her chastity.

The goblins are lean, with particularly long and thin arms and clawed fingers. Their eyes are large and black and they have wide heads with long, pointed ears and exaggerated facial features.

One of them is sitting by the campfire, picking the last meat from a roasted rat. A second and third goblin are amusing themselves with Tessa. One holds her wrists while the other dips down and sucks at her fat breasts. She wails in anguish each time this happens. A fourth goblin, very fat and particularly ugly, is watching and rubbing at a bulge in its loincloth. Its attention flits from the mother to the daughter and back again.

You count four goblins. There must be a fifth somewhere else. Perhaps patrolling. You feel a strange warmth between your thighs watching the goblins toying with Tessa. They pull her upright and one takes out the pink length of his cock. He rubs it against her pursed lips while his companion shouts insults. Finally, she opens her mouth, tears streaming from her eyes as she begins to reluctantly suck the beast's little cock.

The desire to see what transpires is infesting your mind. You know it would be a sin to simply watch this poor woman being spoiled and yet your body craves to know how the goblins will handle her and how she will handle them. You shake the disgusting thought from your mind.

You are a paladin of the Burning Rose! You cannot idly observe such ****!