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Scar tugged Eilwy and she tottered forward to her first goblin. He was fat and covered in wiry black hair and smelled of sweat and ****. The cock jutting from under his considerable belly was just as fat as its owner, and had swollen to an anticipatory half-erection. The goblin ran his tongue slowly over his wet lips, leering openly in lustful amusement at the defeated enchantress as she struggled to walk in her ankle ropes.

Scar threw Eilwy to the ground in front of the fat goblin. "Meet Agrog," he said. "Now... tell him how sorry you are about yesterday's mess."

There was laughter amongst the goblins as Eilwy struggled back to her feet.

"I'm sorry," she spat resentfully, all too aware of the rope around her throat.

The rope tightened and she choked, falling to her knees. "Say it like you mean it! And use his name, bitch!"

"Agrog! I'm sorry, Agrog!" Eilwy said hoarsely, looking up at the leering goblin. His fat cock was nearly level with her mouth, and she could smell its nauseating cheesy odour. "Please, I am sorry... I shouldn't have caused all those problems yesterday... I'm so sorry...."

Scar was enjoying himself. "Now kiss him. Do it properly, like he was your boyfriend."

Eilwy struggled back onto her feet and paused.

"I said, kiss him!" Scar said, giving her rope a threatening yank.

Seeing no route out, Eilwy slowly leant forward and moved her face closer to the goblin's. He smelled sour, like old ****, and his green skin was blotchy.

"Come here, girl," Ogrog said lustfully, and grabbed her head to pull her closer. She was off-balance, bent over, with her arms tied up behind her back and her naked ass in the air. The goblins laughed as Agrog kissed her forcibly, pushing his fat slimy tongue into her mouth, and she squirmed and flailed helplessly in her bonds.

His hands squeezed and played with her sensitive little breasts. Slowly, his hand tickled its way down her belly to grasp at her pussy, and one of his fingers starting slowly teasing its way between her flaps...

"No!" cried Eilwy, pushing away. "Never!". But she collapsed inelegantly into a heap, her arms and ankles bound in such a way that made her quite helpless despite her frustration. Agrog theatrically sniffed at his finger and held it mockingly in the air, causing the queuing goblins to laugh.

"The enchantress says "no"", Agrog gloated, holding his semi-erect cock in his hand and stroking himself slowly. "But her pussy says "yes"! Anyway, I want to see her give a proper apology, righg boys? Ha ha! Get on your knees again Black Reaver, and let's see how good you are at saying sorry to my dick!"

Two of the other goblins helped pull Eilwy up and onto her knees again. She looked at Agrog and his cock desperately. Was there really no way out of this?