Go, Whorey! Go!

As you feared, the goblins soon grow bored of just touching you. They begin to undo the scarves binding you, cutting through them with blades when their patience runs out. They leave you gagged. For a moment you consider fighting or making a run for it as your limbs are freed. You may be much bigger than them, stronger even, but there are five of them, they have weapons, magic and who knows what else, and you are not trained to fight.

Instead you go along with them, letting them manipulate you off the bed and onto the floor. Then, they push you forward onto your hands and knees. The cold stone floor is so hard against you. Your naked body shivers as the feminine goblin takes a tie from one of your robes and knots it roughly around your neck, leashing you like a mere beast. She yanks on it hard.

"Giddy up Elf-Horsey," she orders, as she tugs you forward.

You tentatively move forward, crawling along behind this goblin where your clothes and now with you on a leash, almost **** you as she pulls on it, forcing you to pick up the pace. Suddenly, you feel a harsh smack on your rear making you almost fall down as you cry out into the gag. You glance over your shoulder and see the mage goblin pulling back his staff from your spanked behind as he sits on the bed.

"Move your ass!" He cried out. "Body like that… more like… Elf-Whorey than Elf-Horsey."

The other goblins find this hilarious and break out into fits of laughter. All but the feminine goblin who grumbles and tugs more on the leash to get you going again. The moment you start again, you hear the sound of feet against the stone floor racing towards you. There comes a snarl from the savage goblin before he leaps and lands on your back.

"Mmmmphhh!" You exclaim into the gag as his body weight comes down harshly on your shoulder blades. You can feel his thighs wrap around your sides, just below your arms, his hands instantly clutching your dark hair and winding around it before tugging on it like a set of reins.

"Go Whorey! Go!" He growls and you stumble forward.

The weight on your shoulders is insignificant, a single goblin, even a muscular one like this is not too much of a burden. Only it is not just the weight. He jostles around, yanking on your hair, his little legs kicking into your sides and almost aiming for your breasts as he tries to ride you like a child on a rocking horse. The stone floor beneath you is not easy either, it is cold and rough on your legs and hands.

It only gets worse as heavier footsteps come towards you and up alongside you stumbles the drunk goblin. "Let me on… stop you… whore… cow... horse… beast… thing…" he pants as he waddles along after you only for the savage goblin to pull back hard on your hair and the one leading you along to hold up a hand.

"Woah girl, woah," the feminine goblin commands as you come to a stop. "Down… down…" She gestures and you lean down, your huge tits, coming to rest upon the cold floor making you whimper into your gag.

You can feel the chunkier goblin, clamber up onto your back. His weight is nothing to baulk at, you feel your breasts squished down against the floor and wince only for the feminine goblin to gesture you up again as she tugs on the leash. You rise shakily as the two goblins now on your back are jostled about. The savage one kicks the sides of your breasts again, to get you moving, while the fat goblin continues to drink and cheer.

They lead you around the room for a lap, coming back around past the bed where the mage goblins takes his opportunity to slap your ass with his staff again making you yelp. They are all laughing and cheering and seemingly having the time of their lives. The rogue goblin has been looking on, seemingly unamused, but even she cracks a smirk as she watches you stumble past her.

"Want on?" the drunk goblin asks with a burp as he pats your lower back behind him. "Plenty o' room."

"Why not?" She comments with a shrug and much more gracefully climbs aboard you. "Stupid whore good for something."

You stop, shuddering now at the weight, your hands and knees are sore. Your legs tremble even as the leash is pulled on, **** you once more, your hair tugged, breasts kicked, the drunk goblin bouncing up and down on your back as they cheer for you to move once more. "Go fat assed whore!" The rogue goblin shouts and reaches back to slap your ass over and over again.

You move forward, slowly, unsteadily, but forward. The goblins cheer once more, the harsh treatment of your body lessens, but never fully stops. The leash and your hair are still tugged on, breasts kicked, ass slapped and the weight on your back is worse than ever as the three goblins are jostled about. Beyond the physical, you are humiliated and degraded, treated like a beast, less than a person, little more than their pet, their mount, their toy… you can almost feel yourself dribbling down your thighs, this is beyond your wildest fantasies.

"Gods… really fat tits on Whorey. Low they hang, barely off ground," the mage goblin comments as you are led about once more. You are noticeably sagging, the weight on your back forcing you low as you shuffled about on all fours. "Better breeding mount than riding mount I bet."

"Whorey good horsey," the feminine goblin snaps back as she tugs even harder on your leash. "Come Whorey, show 'em, you're good mount." She pulls harder than ever more on the leash, almost **** the life out of you.

"Yeah, come on whore, move that fat ass," the rogue goblin says, slapping your stinging cheeks once more.

"Ride 'em, ride 'em!" The savage goblin screams as he pulls and tugs on your hair while kicking his little feet into the sides of your breasts.

"Oi!" The fat, drunk goblin exclaims as the other two enthusiastic kin of his bump into him and you stumble. He spills the remains of his wine down your back; sticky, red liquid spilling across your dark sweaty skin and onto the floor below you. "You spill drink! Naughty whore!" He bounces hard on you once more.

You can't take it anymore. You slip in the wine, your limbs buckling as the weight becomes too much and you collapse. You land hard in the puddle, breasts slamming into the cold stone floor, leash pulling tight enough around your throat you almost black out for a moment before it is let go.

"Get up Whorey, get up," the feminine goblin yells as she kicks you in your side while the others scramble off of you. When you do not rise she spits on you. "Useless."

"Weakling," the savage goblin grunts before spitting down upon you as well.

"Waste o' good drink," the drunk goblin slurs and spits down on you in suit.

"Stupid whore," the rogue goblin sneers and spits too.

"Told you so. Only one thing a whore is good for," the mage goblin declares as he slides off the edge of the bed and begins to stalk towards you. This time with a second staff in hand. Specifically, a massive green shaft between his thighs, loin cloth pulled aside to reveal it. That thing would be big for someone your size, you had no idea how a goblin of all beings could have something like that. You gulp as you lay there on the ground, weak and helpless, your heart racing. Was this really about to happen?