Goblins, Goblins and More Goblins!

The lock is jimmied open and in bounds what can only be described as a 'dishevelment' of goblins. They almost fall over one another to stampede into the room. Dressed in scraggy looking furs, wielding an arrangement of objects that vary between rusty, jagged blades and things that could barely even be called weapons, with green skin and clawed hands. The little monstrous beings look around in wonder at the grand chambers they have stumbled into. They don't immediately see you as you lay there, frozen in fear.

"Be quiet, sneaky-sneak, remember?" A goblin with lock picks says, chiding the others. "Don't want no guards."

"Spell still holds, no guards hear us," a goblin with a withered wooden staff says, tapping the ground with it as shadows bend around the goblins. "Re-lock door?" The lock picking goblin nods as they move to resecure the door.

"Wow… so many loots," a goblin with a more feminine physique exclaims as they high tail it towards your wardrobe and almost rip the door off the hinges. "Pretry pretties!"

"I smell wine," one of the chunkier goblins says sniffing the air and like a bloodhound, heads off to the liquor cabinet. They smash the glass of the cabinet with a rolling pin they carry and pluck from it a bottle of finest wine.

A more savage looking, long haired goblin, leaps forward onto all fours. They scurry forward, sniffing and growling as they scramble across the floor and to your bedside. "Smell something… elf… human… both?" They grunted before leaping up onto the bed and coming face to face with you. "Got one!"

You could not help but squeal into your gag as you tried to roll away from the savage goblin only for one of their clawed hands to reach out and grab you by your neck. You thrash about but they merely tighten their grasp making you ****. They don't release the pressure on your throat till you stop moving.

"Secure them," the magic goblin yelled.

"Already trussed up… big lady took care of herself… or has lover," the savage goblin said, his claws pulling at and testing the scarf bondage. "Good bindings. She not going nowhere." He did not seem to mind getting handsy with you either, his little palm groping and fondling your big tits.

You whimper at his touch. Never have you felt the hand of a goblin, of all beings, upon your body, let alone such a sensitive part of your body. You shiver as his rough hand pokes and prods at you like he is testing the firmness and jiggle of your breast. You are still frozen in fear but at the same time you have never been more excited.

"Good Meat," the savage goblin declares. You scream into your gag at that. They're not going to… no… not that. You can feel the colour draining from your face. "Stupid girl. Stop with screaming!" He smacks your breast but you continue to scream. "Why noise?"

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," the roughish goblin says, scuttling over and dexterously scaling up onto your bed. "Don't call Meat meat, idiot. Meat stupid and think you eat it."

"Disgusting. Not eat Meat, goblins eat meat meat not… Meat," the savage goblin grumbles still poking at your breast with each word. "Meat stupid."

You feel your breath catch in your throat. You think you understand that. They are not going to eat you. Thank the Gods for that. Still, now you state down two goblins, the savage and the rogue. The savage continues to paw at your tits, grumbling and complaining but the rogue has his… no her eyes locked with you. It's hard to tell, you have spent no time with goblins but there is something about the way she looks at you. Her gaze is not kind but more… insightful and understanding of you, but definitely not kind, least thing from it.

"Yes Meat, you see now, Meat understands what it is… or at least you will soon," she says to you with a smirk before glancing back over her shoulder. You follow her gaze. The other goblins have gathered at the bedside. "Found us toy. Elf toy. Big, juicy Meat. Bound. Naked. Ready to play."

The very feminine one now with a very fine gown of yours wrapped around her body like a wrap, her raggered clothes discarded, her big green tits hanging out from the poorly repurposed outfit. Upon her head is one of your most expensive bras, worn like a hat, it is made of silks you cannot get on this side of the continent. "A toy? Pretty toy… want to get her dirty!"

The drunk goblin finishes a bottle of ancient elven wine before throwing it back over his shoulder and it shatters upon your wall. He burps and rubs his big gut. Even on his small body it hangs low. Then, he merely uncorks another bottle. "I'll drink to that."

The mage goblin slams their crooked staff onto the flagstones of the palace, creating a mote of dark light that they palm and throw against the door. Striking it, the light forms into a magic ruin you cannot read. "Ward keep us safe, quiet and undisturbed while we play with Meat."

The three of them turn to you and like the other two smirk. Your heart leaps into your throat as your whole body tenses. What are they going to do to you? You gasp as they storm the bed. Within a moment they are upon you. So many hands, little and yet clawed and firm, strong, dexterous, thin and thick fingers, they caress all over your body.

"Feel boobies. Good. Big. Meat."

"Fat teats too. Good for feeding."

"Thighs thick. Wide hips. Childnearing body."

"Ass fat. Hole tight. Virgin asshole."

"Wet, leaky elf cunt. Meat a pointy eared slut."

So many hands on you. So many words. Their broken common tongue interspersed with comments in their own language. You cannot understand what they are saying. But it is in the same tone as the common words they spew so you can only imagine it is much the same. You are almost hyperventilating through your nose as the gag remains firmly lodged in your mouth to muffle your yelps, gasps, moans and groans.

The hands only get more bold making you squirm. One set roughly gropes and plays with your tits like they are stress balls while another set pinch and tug upon your nipples. A pair grasping and squeezing your thighs, sharp nails digging into your soft flesh. Others caress your face, pinching your cheeks and yanking on your hair.

A little hand has slipped in between your bound thighs and up to your pussy, where it pokes at your wet lips and your clit before rubbing them both. And the last pair pull open your ass cheeks before a face leans in, hot breath against your puckered hole, followed by a wet tongue that makes you squeal.

You don't know how much more of this you can take. Laying on your side, naked and bound. Surrounded by goblins. All with their hands on you, holding you down and touching you as you squirm and flail about. Worse yet, how long till these beings decide this is not enough for them? What will they do to you then? You shudder just imagining it…