Marched Along into Captivity

You weren't offered a chance to acclimate to this strange mixture of fullness and frustration. While you were still whining and shifting your hips, you were awoken from your daze by your new Hob-goblin Master shouting something at you, as well the feeling of a wooden rod striking the back of your thighs. The pain was insubstantial, but you couldn't just not move. Reluctantly, you swallowed down your doubts and led the Hob-goblins march you towards your uncertain future. The same uncertain future that you'd done so much to set yourself towards.

You were at the center of the little procession, led along by the rope at your neck. More Hob-Goblins flanked you on either side and behind you. You could have easily tugged your way free, but then you'd have to fight your way free. Meanwhile, the Orcish Wo-Mount and her rider were in front of you, at the head of the formation. You idly watched her ass bounce up and down with each high-step she took.

Even for a woman of your skill, walking this way was no easy feat. The fiendish-insertion seemed to push up every time you took a step. Only, much to your continued horror, you discovered that this sensation too was only the source of further frustrations. It was as if, no matter how you moved or how much its position shifted, you never found the relief of actual clit-contact. Walking when you were stuffed this way was endless teasing, but little else.

When you saw how high the Wo-Mount was stepping, you got a sense of dread. Just how intense would the teasing from the insertion be if you tried to move like she did. You tried, at one point, to raise your knee straight up the way she did. However, the resulting penetrative sensation was so intense you had to immediately return to meeker steps. Marching that way would have driven you mad.

It was easy to lose focus amidst all of this from the sensory over-drive. The tug of your new leash, the constant presence of your new bit, and the omni-present distraction between your legs. You were starting to get a grasp on why the Hob-Goblins used devices of this sort to control their ponies. After all, if your mind was constantly on your throbbing cunt, you weren't thinking about rebellion.

This wasn't a strategy you were immune to either. Already you noticed a few occasions when you'd been so distracted by the insertion that you had barely registered a command that the Hob-goblins had given you. They meant to use your own lusts to enslave you.

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