He Remembers His Mother...And the Way Broodmares Are Kept

He ducked behind a rock and the pace of his furious unashamed wanking grew and grew. These sluts would be his breeders! Kazex was sure about it. He could already almost taste them.

He remembered the Broodmare that whelped him, along with the breeders of his own clan. Aside from heirs, born of the chief's personal mares, all goblins were equal children of the clan. After all, who could know which clan member had been the sire.

He remembered one the rare occasions where the broodmares were taken from the caves to be exercised. They crawled, in a line led by their masters. As was custom, the Broodmares were kept gagged and blindfolded. Many had not seen anything or spoken a word since their capture. The old metal shackles on their wrists and ankles hobbled them as they crawled.

There was no need to attach leashes to their heavy collars. By now they had all been properly scent trained, and followed the musk of goblin cock . Their plugged rears swayed wantonly in the wind behind them. Branded asses waving in the air.

One of the clan elders had come to him and pointed out one from the line. A dirty slut, like the others, made notable for her oddly transfixing silver hair.

"Thats one."

"Elder?" He'd asked.

"Youz wanna know whoze done the whelpin' of youz, yeh?" He jabbed his finger towards the silver haired Broodmare. "That'z one".

Kazex had blinked a few times.

"Youz doin da potions, ya?" The elder continued.

"Yeh. Yeh." Kazex was on the walk because he was the clan's apothacary. One of his duties was making the marejuice.

"Howz boutz you do da drinkdrink on her?" The elder approached the broodmare and pulled aside his loincloth. Blind as she was, the silver haired broodmare had turned to the scent and dumbly cralwed in that direction. A harsh hiss told her to kneel and open wide.

Kazex had approached her, the skin with the marejuice in hand. He'd placed the opening to the mare's mouth and tilted it. Glowing green potion flowed around the broodmare's bitgag down her throat. The concoction to keep her weak, dumb, and wet. Even if the hours spent in the breeding stocks had not atrophied her muscles, the marejuice would keep them unable to resist.

He remembered the dumb happy smile she made around her gag. The mare smile. And he remembered the way she'd sighed when he jerked himself off on her face...

In the present, Kazex was still working his prick. And as he did, he thought of the silver haired human woman sitting so close nearby, dressed in that fine dress of hers. And as he came, he thought of how she'd look when he blindfolded and gagged her...

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