Plead for another chance

The matronly brunette continues to tease you with unkind words. She finally is satisfied that you are brow beaten and she turns her back on you, calling out to the other members of the harem who have gathered around, "Let her be an example of what we must not become. Debased by the goblins, willing slaves to them. We must fight."

She continues her speech, and her words hurt you deeply. You feel you have not only failed her and the other **** girls, but you have failed yourself. You find yourself crawling towards the woman. You desperately want her forgiveness. You throw your arms around her waist and hug your cheek against her plump backside. The woman is surprised. She shoves you away but you throw your arms around her chunky thighs and look up at her pleadingly.

"Please," you beg, "give me another chance. I...I was just made a **** yesterday. I've been through so much."

The woman smiles at you.

"That's better," she says, her smile fading, "but not good enough. You want another chance, but you must prove you deserve it. Prove you can be trusted."

"How?" you pleade, tears falling from your eyes as you look up at her over her huge bosom stuffed into her gilded harem bra.

"Leave us!" the woman barks and the other harem girls readily comply, disappearing into draped alcoves, although you see some peering out at you from hiding. The plump, matronly brunnete bends over you, running her fingers through your hair. "It is true, you have been through a lot, but so have we all. After I was taken away from the tent yesterday the guards brought me to their camp. They stuck their pricks up me for hours. Filled me with thier foul seed."

"I'm sorry," you say, feeling the woman's fingers tightening in your hair.

"Yes, so you've said," she reaches down with her free hand and pulls aside the silky fabric covering her slit. You can smell the musky scent of goblin cum wafting from between her thighs. Her cunt is raw and red and very close to you, so close you can almost feel the heat radiating from it. "To earn my trust, you must first promise to obey whatever I command."

"Yes, I promise," you say quickly.

"Then, you must lick out every foul drop of goblin seed from my quim. I want your tongue to drink every drop and I want you to please me, like you so loved to please Zakrog late into the night. Prove to me that I mean more to you than him and then I will trust you."

She releases her hold on your hair and stands, cunt exposed, hands on hips, awaiting your next move.